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dietmountaindewbae · 5 months

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what about fetus sub Al?

xxii. room on fire

alex turner x reader

word count: 7784

summary: Alex (btb!), Andy, and Matt invite you to see The Strokes live in London

warnings: sp*t, unpr*tected s*ex

song recommendation: automatic stop by the strokes

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Closing shut your locker you grab your heavy backpack on your shoulders, the day felt like it was slower than ever but you were happy your next period was a little more fun, literature with your favorite teacher, you read a few pages of the book you were reading in class at home when you couldn't sleep, hearing some music while at it, a lot of people hated to read with music but it just fed your imagination.

Suddenly you heard three voices calling out your name from the hallway, running up to you, "You won't believe it!" Andy said to you, "You won't, you won't!" He said as he giggled from the excitement of Alex and Matt catching up to him.

"Won't believe what? Why? What's going on?" You asked them, they were all jumping up and down nudging at each other's shoulder, smiling at a piece of paper, they were acting like three little girls finding out their crush likes them.

"You will shit yourself!" Matt said.

"It's not me that has" The bell rang meaning to go inside the class, the teacher could be fun and all but hated delay, "I can't with you three seriously, I'll see you in class" You walked in, Alex and the rest following behind you, and that's when they all circled you, "Quit the bullocks, what's going on?"

"Guess who's coming to London?" Alex said, he was blushing from the joy, and you hummed.

"The vines?" You guessed, they all said no with their head, if they were this excited it had to be huge, and that's when it clicked, "...The strokes?" You said with a hint of doubt, Alex finally showed you that piece of paper, and you gasped so loudly, "Really?!"

"It's official, we have to go!" Matt announced.

"Go where mister Helders?" The teacher came inside making Matt's smile turn into a serious one, he looked like he had shat himself... again.

"N-Nowhere" He answered.

"Go back to your seat, please" He nodded sitting behind you while Alex sat next to you.

"Come with us, love, we don't always get to be 16 and go to a Strokes concert" He whispered to you, "Everyone is coming!" He insisted.

"Of course, I want to go, I'll do my best to convince my mum.... plus, what's the point of having a strokes shirt if I haven't seen them live?"

"Young lady if you're going to socialize with Alex let it be outside" The teacher raised his voice, the rest teasing the both of you with their stares and giggles, you and Alex were close, but not as close as you'd liked, he hardly ever spoke to you about a secret he had, or when he was feeling down, yes, he did it sometimes, but not as much as Matt or Andy talked to you, you tried to make him, but it maybe wasn't as easy for him to trust you, you wondered why, you've known each other since middle school, he wasn't always like this.

"Sorry," You said giggling along with Alex.

"Do you think everyone at school will go? Like... Lauren maybe?" Lauren, what else could you say? She was your friend, not your best friend but you hung out with her often, Alex and Lauren talked a lot too, he said it was friendly but what Lauren said was different, you didn't know why but when he asked you about her you felt a little off.

"O-Oh, I don't know, maybe" She liked pop music better but she pretended to like them because of Alex, she liked him but he played dumb about it, and when Lauren noticed that she began to play dumb as well, hoping that it'll grow some interest on him, maybe it was working.

"I hope you can come with us, we'll book a room and everything, I'll talk about it later with me mum"

"How's Penny?" You asked dearly, she was the kindest and coolest woman you'd ever met, and for the rest of the class, you kept whispering to Alex about how excited you felt.

[...]

A few days passed and soon enough Andy got tickets for the three and begged their mums for a room in any place they could get them, your mum wouldn't agree to let you go with three boys to London for a massive gig of some "messy" rock band, you were short on money, and for what you knew everyone was going, except for you, either you got a job fast or not go at all.

"Girls, you won't believe it!"Lauren announced during lunch some other band would come to London as well, she already had her tickets to The Strokes, but she sounded way more pumped about this other band, so you sat there, ears pitched, on the look for what was she going to say next.

"So what are you going to do?" Your friend asked.

"I'm selling my ticket for The Strokes," Your heart skipped a beat and you were fast to say you wanted it.

"How much?" She gave you the price, but you were still short though, you had to think of a bribe she couldn't say no to, "How about I give you what I have on me and... do your homework for a month" Lauren laughed at you.

"Until the end of the year!" She demanded, you stood your ground.

"It's for a month, you should be thanking me" It was a good deal, you weren't just giving her money but you were saving her from getting kicked out of school for skipping class to go out with his 20-something boyfriend-situation.

"Deal" She handed you the ticket, and you gasped and hugged her, "Have fun" She rolled her eyes.

"Thank you!" You took your things and ran to get to Alex, all three of them had breakfast outside by the hidden threes to have a smoke, you had never felt so excited before, your little heart was about to beat out of your chest, and your lower abdomen hurting because you were running too fast, pushing people away, until you crashed with a boy falling on your ass, "Oh, Alex!"

"Love, a-are you ok?! Oh God, I'm so sorry I didn't see you" He helped you, picking you up from the floor, and you gasped his name, "What's wrong?"

"Guess who's going to the gig?" He gasped as you showed him the ticket.

"You're coming with us?!" He spun you around, picking you up in the air, "Oh my god! That's so great" He hugged you so tightly you were happy to feel short on air, "I knew you would manage to go, so I booked an extra room for you, I knew you would make it" You hugged him close, it was so nice and considerate for him, you didn't expect for him to do such a thing.

"I'll give you back every penny! You didn't have to" He shrugged and waved it off, scratching the back of his head.

"I suppose that's what mates do, right? Besides, you shouldn't be thanking me, you should be thanking Penny" You broke into laughter with him, your eyes locked in a stare, "We made it!"

"I know, we're going to see The fuckin' Strokes!" You yelled, "We're going to fuckin' London to see The Strokes baby!" You both jumped up and down like little children, you were so happy feeling the euphoria of just the thought, and then it died as your mind couldn't escape reality, 'not that fast' it said, "Shit..."

"What?" He says.

"Me mum, she's gonna kill me... and I need the money for the train!" Alex pursed his lips and you massaged your forehead, a pulsing pain in your head increased, and your stress murdered your excitement.

"We'll figure summat out... leave it to us"

That same afternoon, around 6 o'clock your door was almost knocked over by the various and brutal knocks on it, you went running downstairs in your pajamas and a giant wet towel on your head, "Oi!"

"It's us!" Andy said from the other side of the door.

"What the fuck are you-" They shushed you, coming in one after the other, you pulled Alex to the side, "What are you doing?" You whispered.

"Taking care of it just as I promised... nice pajamas" He joked, your snoopy pajamas were your favorite, and you followed Alex into the kitchen where your mum was. You are certain that she won't let you go after this, she hates it whenever people just come into the house with no warning, but she said hello to all of them with a warm hug and a smile, they bribed your mum with her favorite biscuits and tea.

That evening, they made a PowerPoint slide called "10 reasons why your daughter should be allowed to go with us"

"No. 1 reason is..." Matt said, "She'll be well taken care of, protected, and have her own space"

"No.2 is, she's the only one with enough brains to lead us through London," Said Andy.

"No 3. is, we're proper lads, and we'll behave as such" Alex smiles at you.

Seven slides after, and a couple of biscuits and cups of steaming tea, your mum agreed to the proposal, mainly because they had taken the time to make the slides and gave her plenty of reasons to trust you with their company, after all, she's practically best friend's with Matt's mum and had a good concept of Alex and Andy, maybe she was in a good mood today. After the boys left, you were left alone with your mum cleaning the dishes as she gave you the money for your train ticket, and you spent the night packing with a smirk on your lips, listening to the strokes on your MP3 all night.

You kept counting the minutes to see them, and when the time arrived you were bright and early at the station, smiling at Alex when you saw him waiting for you at the entrance, "Ready?"

"I was born ready for this moment" You exaggerated making him break into laughter, "Where's Andy and Matt?"

"They took the train earlier to check us in, so once there, we'll just shower and go" You jumped up and down feeling your heart pumping faster, "I'm delighted you came with us actually, so happy"

"Why?" You said once inside the train, Alex like the gentleman he is and the one he promised to be, put your bags away, "Dips on the window" You said.

"Knew it," He sat next to you, unwrapping his scarf, "Well... to be honest, I don't think Lauren likes the strokes with the same passion as me and you do"

"But... even if she doesn't like them, I thought you liked her," You said to him puzzled, "I mean... you're always talking to her, hugging, kissing her cheek... thought you'd be happier if she came" He even kissed her at a party once, even though he says he doesn't remember doing such, you did, and you didn't want to sound so bothered by it but you were, it made you feel strange, even a little jealous.

"But that doesn't mean I like her, besides, I think she only likes them bigger boys, way more fitter than me" He cleared out, and you playfully squeezed his arm.

"You're quite fit Alex, don't say that" He scratched the back of his head again, you notice he often does it when he's nervous, he takes a peek at the book you take out from your purse, along with your music and your wired headphones.

"What 'ave you got there?" He takes your book away from you, it was an edition of Edgar Allan Poe's poetry, then he grabbed your MP3, going through your music, he had grown interested, he didn't understand why he wanted to touch your stuff, wanted to see what's inside your purse, your books, your music library, your head, he wanted to know more, he always did, "You win the prize for the most interesting girl... not that you're not pretty, you're beautiful" He talked to you with such shyness it made you feel special, and the look in his eyes, the little sparkle in them, he bites down on his tongue, feeling as though he had completely fucked up with the words he chose to say, you weren't answering and he was panicking, you stared at him with a grin on your face, it made him feel nervous, his stomach going in circles.

"Thank you" You answered, he could finally breathe, "D'ya wanna share?" He hummed as a yes, discreetly sitting closer to you so you could share your music, and your book with him, you smiled at him, watching the threes go by one by one, all in a row, a beautiful landscape hidden in between them, watching them go by so fast made your eyes tired, your head fell to his shoulder you were quick to take it away.

"Oh sorry," You said to him taking a little space but he pulled you in, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as an instinctive, a few butterflies woke in your stomach, and in him too, even if he wasn't sure what was he doing, he went with it when he saw a beautiful smile appear on your lips.

"Don't worry, you can fall asleep, that's what me shoulder is for" He smiled at you so kindly, it made your heart melt, his sweet cologne, his soft skin, and his coffee brown eyes, you could spend the whole train ride counting his long eyelashes, and then, you fell asleep on the crook of his neck, and he rested his head on yours, you felt safe and warm.

A few hours on the train, and one taxi drive later you arrived at the hotel, the boys ordered some pizza, but you were thinking about looking flawless, so you juggled between having pizza and applying eyeshadow, it was hard but it paid it off very nicely, you heard one thousand knocks at your door.

"Can we come in?!" Matt asked, you opened the door with your toothbrush in your mouth.

"Hey! I swear, give me two seconds" You gathered your hair into a ponytail to spit on the sink, Matt, and Andy laughed at how funny you sounded, but Alex was in awe, you had chosen to wear your strokes shirt but you customized it into your own original off the shoulder shirt with some holes poked in it, you had traced the outline of the boys from a magazine, and painted them on your shirt with black paint and a thin brush, it fitted you big like a dress, fishnets, and your dirty old motorcycle boots, but what had him so invested on you were your eyes, even in the dark they sparkled, and your red plump lipstick.

All of them were dressed in their best gowns, wearing light washed ripped denim jeans, chunky belts under their graphic tees, and tracky shoes, zip ups, and denim jackets, Alex's messy and spiky hair looked cute on him, he chose to wear a white striped blue navy shirt, ripped denim, his jean jacket and dirty reeboks.

"Take as long as you need" He whispered, again Andy and Matt laughed at Alex signing him to sit on the bed next to them.

"You got that look on your face man" Matt teased, while Alex denied it.

"What face? What look?" Matt signed him to look at himself in the mirror, his cheeks were flushed, his mouth dry, and his heart going fast, he looked flustered.

"That face" Alex rolled his eyes and gave him a little smack on the head.

"Fuck off," Alex said to Matt.

"I can see little birds around your head and everything" Andy teased, but as Alex was about to say something else you walked out.

"Done! Let's go, let's go!" You grabbed your giant messy leather stubbed purse fixing your hair before leaving, "Wait, do you guys think I look ok?" Matt and Andy put their thumbs up, they were in a hurry.

Alex was the only one who came back and looked at you from bottom to top, his eyes smiled at yours, and said, "Gorgeous" He grabbed your hand and shut the door.

The venue wasn't big enough to fit the number of people inside, all pilled up together outside the Alexandra Palace, it felt like a huge ball of mass, you were holding on to Alex's arm for dear life, shaking from the cold, he noticed it and gave you his jacket since he knew you would be too embarrassed to ask, he felt like he had acquired a roll, as your protector, someone who not for one second would take their eyes off of you, even if his arms looked so thin they were strong, he made sure to take good care of you, and not only that, he proved himself he was good enough to be with someone like you. He hadn't noticed how much he liked you until you softly slept on his shoulder, his stomach felt the butterflies much bigger, wilder, his heart had warmed up for you, and he never admitted to it, until spending that ride on the train, he had always wondered with that idea on his head, he always wanted to get to know you better, take you out, but he couldn't, he knew he wouldn't ever, he never wanted to be your friend, and whenever he talked to you he knew if he had the chance to make out with you he would, and that would ruin everything because he knew he wouldn't let go of you after that, it was different with Lauren, she was the only thing that kept him from acknowledging the fact that he only wanted you. Once inside you pushed your way to the front, Alex behind you, his arms caged you against the barricade, grasping it for dear life, making sure not to squeeze you as more people tried to make their way to the front.

Suddenly the lights changed color, and everyone started screaming as Julian came out from the back, you jumped up and down like a little girl, he was so hot when he looked all sweaty and messy, everyone began to cheer and you joined in, it was huge, your euphoric heart was beating in your ears when they opened the gig with Reptilia, you were having the time of your life, hugging the people you loved the most, taking pictures of everyone all together, you never expected to meet them, you never believed in the right place, right time until you teamed up with them, even if it sounded silly, those boys really made you laugh, mostly the one that grasped your arm tightly, you took his arm away, but quickly grabbing his hand, for a moment his heart had shrunk but rushed back when you took his hand, and your eyes so tender, he was melting.

You found yourself jumping up and down along during Soma with Matt, just like two kids, the crowd was wild, you were screaming at the top of your lungs every single letter of their lyrics, dancing with each of the boys, there was crowd surfers, people jumping on each other, Alex grabbed your hand and your bag to assure you had fun, he was having enough fun watching you smile, and sing, twisting your feet, swaying your hips, your hairy was messy, and your eyeliner a bit runny but in his eyes, you never looked so beautiful, Matt nudged Alex's shoulder.

"Kiss her!" Matt yelled, "Go on, take your shot either you take it or leave it!" Alex laughed so hard, Matt had planned perfectly his joke as Take it or Leave it began, he could protect you, and be tough, but when he had to speak and tell you something so risky, he got scared of losing you, not only losing your friendship but also losing the little you two had built together over the years, he was so scared of not being the boy you needed, but he had nothing else to lose, the timing was perfect, there was no better place, he took the shot, and if things went wrong he didn't care anymore, he would still be there even if he had to start in first base all over again.

He called out your name, you were dancing with some random girl you met, and you turned to face him, he didn't look ok, he looked pale, and his sweat was cold, "Are you ok?!"

"Yes, I'm ok but-" He held your hands together, "I have to tell you summat!" People started to push you far from him, you were suffocating, not strong enough to fight it.

"What!?" Your ears were ringing from the loud music, he was trying to say something but he was fighting himself mentally.

"I have to-"

"Al, come closer I can't hear you!" The struggle to find the right words to phrase what he wanted to say was unbelievable, he felt so nervous and excited by the hope that maybe you could like him too, so he didn't think about it anymore.

"I like you!" He screamed but the music was only getting louder and the crowd rowdier, the only way to make it out in one piece was by jumping and throwing yourself to the front, you were struggling to reach Al as the crowd went crazy.

"You what?!" You asked again, you saw him annoyed, that look in his eyes was different, he was looking at you differently, he grabbed your elbow, finally being pressed up against him, he hugged your waist securing you in his arms, "I'm sorry I couldn't-"

"Shut up" He crashed his lips against yours, cupping your cheeks, deepening the kiss as the rush took over him, his body pressed up against yours, the room was silent and his lips on fire, his mouth tasting like heaven, his lips kissing yours until he was running out of air, he demanded more, so his tongue slipped inside your mouth in an eager but lovely kiss, it had set free all of the butterflies on your stomach, he was happy you returned the kiss just as eager as him, you bite down on his lower lip before breaking the kiss.

"Al, is that what you were trying to do?!" You smiled at him.

"Yes!" He sighed getting closer to your ear, "I like you, I have for a while now... I can't help meself when I'm around you!" He gave you another peck on your lips, it was softer and sweeter than the others but it ignited a fire within you, it tingles, and you ached to be closer to him, it was never close enough, "I was too shy to tell you before cause I thought you wouldn't like me, I made excuses but I don't care anymore I just wanted to tell you, that's why I never made a close friendship with you, I never wanted to be your friend!"

Your cheeks burned as you kissed him again, it was more euphoric, scaling up another step, this time his hands dropped to your hips unconsciously, he pulled you closer, his arm around your lower back, while your hand was scattered on his hair, the crowd reduced to just you and him, only in that room, gasping for air but hungry for more, he couldn't handle it any longer and neither could you.

"I do like you, and a lot but I was also too scared to tell you," He shushed you with a kiss, he had always imagined this in his head, he always had a soft spot for you, always so caring about the others, a true honest friend, and not only were your looks, it was everything about you, he didn't want anyone else, he had to make it official, and the thrill got the best of him.

"Do you wanna be me girlfriend?!" He yells loud enough for Matt and Andy to hear it, they rush to save you two since you were getting further and further away from the front, they wrap their arms around you two, pushing the people away, jumping up and down, making Alex hug you tighter to him.

"So what do you say?!" Andy screams into your ear, Alex's brain couldn't decipher what made his heart go as fast, maybe it was the fact there was a small chance that you might say no, or the fact he was watching his favorite band live, with the girl that set his heart on fire since that kiss.

"I say yes!" You screamed to Alex, making him blush hard, you kissed his cheek and Alex tried his best to not hug you as tight since he was all sweaty, but you didn't care, you pulled him in closer, kissing his sweaty forehead.

"She said yes!" The crowd cheers you all up when they hear Andy announcing to everyone your answer, some of them were nice enough to make room for your little circle to go back to the front, Matt and Andy climbing the barricade while Alex held you the same way he did before, he gently puts his arms around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder, and you cup his cheek kissing his lips and his nose. He gets hypnotized by the way your body moves against him, the sweat that runs from your neck to your collarbone making your chest shine, the little strap of your black bra falling to your shoulder, and he doubts it but he slides it back in place kissing your shoulder, you knew this was something he was afraid to do, but he felt enough trust to do it, you smile at him, dancing, sweating and crying from the excitement, you truly felt alive in this moment, this is something that was meant for you, you were sad about the concert ending but it was the start of something new, only one more song left, and they sing a cover from The Clash as a perfect way to close it, you sing with Alex but his hands travel down to your hips to make you face him, and he took a step forward to kiss you with a tremendous passion, Matt and Andy cheering for him, you had never thought Alex would be like that, so eager, people were pushing Alex, making you bend your back over the barricade, and you laugh as you see Julian's face upside down but nevertheless Alex leans in to kiss you just like that, he pulled you back in to not let you get hurt, you feel it inside him, he wanted to touch more than just your hips, and that shyness only made you get hotter, you grab his hands and put them in your bum, feeling his cheeks get hotter, and your tongue goes inside his mouth the moment he catches his breath, you gave him obvious signs that you wanted more, and he was ready to give you more.

The rush back into the hotel made you leave Matt and Andy in the lobby, the moment they turned their heads, you two had disappeared into the elevator, being all over each other, all sweaty and sticky, you had little to no clothes, and you were even feeling hotter as Alex hands grasp your bum the same way he did at the concert, you were blushing hard, he was following your lead, paying attention to your moves, feeling good about himself whenever he heard you sigh, but that wasn't enough for him, he wanted more noises, more touching.

The elevator door opens and you grab his hand, opening the door in a rush, and kicking it shut with your dirty shoes, walking to the bed and laying down gently in the white and cold bedsheets, you shiver, and he stares at you with a smile, "Are you sure this is what you want?" He asks, just to make sure he wasn't getting carried away or even making you do things you weren't a hundred percent sure of doing.

"Very" You answer with confidence, crawling across the bed and pulling him to sit down on the bed, you throw your leg over him, straddling him in between your thighs, "And you?" He pulls you in closer, sitting you directly on his crotch, that was his big answer.

"Can I?" His hands gently pull on the ends of your shirt, you give him a nod, and with the same gentleness he takes off your shirt, throwing it to the ground, you wore only black panties and that same beautiful black bra, it was simple but quite enough for him to get him all worked up, it was the first time he had seen any girl like that, ever, "Shit... is it too late to confess summat?"

"No, no, what's the matter?" You ask, getting a bit nervous about what he was thinking.

"I've never-... I haven't, you know... done it before?" You try to not giggle from his self-aware nervous self, you know if you did, he would get even more embarrassed, "I know you did it with... you know who, and I just... haven't had the chance, this is possibly as far as I've come to" He giggles from the nerves, and you massage his shoulders to make him feel at ease.

"And Lauren?" He shrugs.

"Never actually did anything with her" He confessed, "I just held back, wasn't ready... but now I am" You lean in to kiss him very slowly, "Now I feel stupid"

"Why?" You stayed quiet to hear his answer, you knew if you spoke too soon maybe your chance would get ruined, and you wanted him so badly, and he didn't want to feel unprepared.

"'Cause I've got this gorgeous girl in all of her fuckin' glory and I don't know what to do" You hug him closely, your chin on his head, and his hands lightly caress your back up and down slowly, you know exactly what to do.

"Just... relax, and enjoy the ride, don't think about anything... just let your body do it, ok? There are no wrong answers" You knew if he had no time to think then his heart and his body would do the rest for him, so you lay him down in the bed, feeling his shirt climbing up his hips, his boxer's band clinging onto his jeans, and your fingertips run over that uncovered piece of skin turning it into goosebumps, you look at him through your lashes as you hold the button of his jeans in between your fingers, he nods and you unbutton them, taking his zipper down and pulling his jeans off, he wore grey boxers, his cock battling his way out through them, his tip was red and warm, peeling off his skin as it grew bigger and harder in your hands, his hands run through his face and cover his mouth as he sees how your mouth opens to suck him off, the feeling of your soft tongue around his cock felt so good, kissing his tip and sucking it in your lips, your back arching as you tongue presses flat down on his cock licking it up like lollie, and spit on it, tugging it out.

"Oh... that's so fuckin' good love" His eyes roll back, biting down on his lip, his hands search for your hair, caressing it at first to then push your head down against his cock, you were determined to take him all in but you couldn't without gagging, you choke and Alex gets worried, had he done something wrong? It sounded like he did, "Are you ok... I'm so sorry" You grab his hand and hold it tightly.

"Alex... it's ok, don't apologize for that, you're just too big for my mouth" You climb into his lap, "What are you doin' with that shirt on, baby?" You tease him, enchanting him with your seductive voice, he immediately takes it off but never lets his eyes tear away from yours, you run your hands down his chest, so warm and soft, "That's better..." Then he takes the opportunity to unclasp your bra, sliding it down your arms and throwing it to the floor along with your clothes, he sighs as his hands slowly grab your tits and knead them gently in his hands.

"You're so sexy..." He kisses you slowly, running his hands down your smooth and fragile body, his fingertips grazing your back, he wants to touch every inch of your skin but wants to keep something from you, something that won him over, "Do you mind keeping the tights on?" He asks in his most shy and quiet voice.

"Why? Is that a turn-on for your Turn-er?" You tease him and he says yes with his head, now he has flipped your body to make you lay down, pinning your hands to the sides, and a smudge smile crawls to your face.

"You'll see now" He crawls down your body, peppering it with wet and loving kisses, he rips them apart with his hands, pushing your panties to the side, your pussy glistening with your juices, "Fuckin 'ell, you're so fucking pretty... I wanna taste it" He hints, you hum a yes immediately pushing his head down in between your legs, your fingers rub your clit and spread your wetness all over your pussy, getting him invested, if he could, he would watch you do that for hours, but when you were ready, he threw one of your legs over his shoulder, eating your pussy as if he was kissing you, spreading open your lips with his thumbs, and letting his tongue dance around your clit in circles.

"Fuck... me!" You choke out, pulling his hair and pushing his head on your pussy, his thumb pressed down on your clit, studying how your body moves with every touch or simple movement, he was amazed, he didn't even know what he was doing but if it felt right for you, it was right for him, and he thought about what could your body want, he was too ashamed to ask what he could do next, so he decided to check up on you.

"Am I any good?" You manage to push yourself up and say.

"Don't speak, just keep going" He submits to your orders, and keeps giving you head, he went deeper down, sucking on your little hole and pushing his tongue inside it, it turned him on so much, the flavor of your cunt, it was special, he could be smothered in it all day, his lips turned plump as he sucks harder on your clit and he goes back down to fucking your hole with his tongue, the sensation so overwhelming on your body, you feel something rising from there, all piling into your tummy, he sees you turning and twisting on the bed, your legs quiver, he sees the green light for him to continue, pressing his tongue flat against your clit, feeling more sweetness leaking out your pussy, and he doesn't end until you do, covering your face in the pillows so you muffle your moans as he licks every inch of your pussy and your sweet release, his dick was so hard, his impulses took over him, he climbed on top of you, throwing the pillow away so he could kiss your mouth, you feel his hard tip poking your inner thigh, "Fuck..." You sigh into his lips, "Do you wanna... you know?" You said with a giggle.

He bites down on his lip, his eyes sparkling, dark, and dilated by everything you've done together, "Yeah, I want to" He quickly fetches his jeans from the floor, Matt had once given him a condom as a joke before a party, and he carried it around just in case, but the one single condom he had, he couldn't find it anywhere, and he was certain he had put it somewhere in his pockets, "Shit" He slams his hand to his forehead.

"What's the matter?" You crawl to the edge of the bed where he is sitting, and you caress his shoulders, "Are you ok?" He felt like the No.1 idiot in the whole century.

"Don't have a condom" He muttered under his breath, and you quickly fetched your purse, you had an old condom in there, but nothing was safe enough, so you took matters into your own hands, you both wanted this, and it was going to happen.

"Get on top, come on," You tell him as you lay down in the bed, once he has settled on top of you, and his nose is grassing yours, you ask him, "You wanna take a risk with me?"And how could he say no when the girl he had this massive crush on was naked, on a bed, willing to give him what a man always wants, and there was not a single condom, "I didn't come prepared, didn't know this was going to happen, so I guess I fucked up too" You make him feel at ease when you make his stupid mistake that he was beating himself up about, turn it into a much human one, "So either you pull out or I will raise your kid into a killer machine" He breaks into laughter, blushing at your jokes, you didn't know what else to say.

"You know what? I think this was meant to be, love... right here, and now, as if everything had lined up for us, you kno'? I-I will pull out in time, don't worry" He kisses your temple, his fingertips lightly tracing the lines of your lips.

"Or... I've got a better idea" You tease him, "But first you better start fucking me big guy, and then you'll see" Alex pushed himself inside you with such ease it made a shiver crawl up his spine, he couldn't help himself, he moaned hard into your mouth, biting down on your lower lips, he makes a fist with the blankets, as his hips thrust inside your pussy slowly at first, but hearing those little gasps that come out of your mouth made him lose control over himself, gathering a pace that made your legs shake again, his hand slides down your thigh, putting it around his torso, you wrap him in, grabbing his bum and making him chuckle, he pushed himself deeper in, burying his cock inside you as he sees you bite down on your bruised lip, your eyes roll into white shiny pearls, his arms grabs the headboard tightly for support, "Oh my God... harder, please..."

"Like that?" You couldn't believe how terrifically good he was at this, and how he had the audacity if he was doing it right when he knew he was, judging by how hard you were trying not to moan, you were completely wrong about Alex, he wasn't shy, he wasn't reserved, he was cocky bastard, and you loved it, he knew what he was doing to you now, he was more confident about it, going harder just like you asked, driving your head to the edge of the bed, he feels so hot when your walls grip him, "God... you're so fuckin' tight" He hums at the feeling, grabbing your hips and driving them against his, the sounds echoing all over the room, you were sure everyone could hear it by now, you felt so close, you take your hand to your pussy, rubbing it in desperate circles as you bite on your knuckles, he sees everything so closely, how his cock glistens as he thrusts out of you, your pussy red, and your neck arched, your fingers so dirtily masturbating yourself, he was losing it, and he quickly pulled out of you before he could finish inside you, "Fuuuck" His voice shakes.

"Can you handle five more minutes, Al?" You were panting, trying to get your heart to go back to its normal rate, but it was so hard.

"Yeah, I think so..." You kiss him hard, pushing his body to the other edge of the bed, and strapping his arms down with your hands, he sees how your pussy slides down his wet cock slowly, your hair all over your face, you body covered in sweat, and kisses, his eyes focus on your hips, rocking back and forward, your clit rubbing against the short hairs on his cock, you didn't. know what it was, but he looked so hot with his little ingrown hairs, he looked more manly, his eyes couldn't believe what was happening, his brain wasn't working, he was just feeling everything so deeply, it wasn't just the need for the closeness or the warmth, it was what was behind all of that, the love, and the intimacy, you both felt it.

"I think I- fuck..." You choked out as he had taken advantage of the fact your whole body became stiff, this was the moment, he pressed your body against his tightly, feeling his heart about to beat out of his chest as he drove himself inside your hole, "Oh fuckin'... I'm gonna-... don't stop!" You cry out, you stare into his dark brown eyes as your insides squeeze out your release, you wanted to be the one in charge, so quickly push his arms up, pinning them down, fucking yourself into his cock, you were panting, and gasping for air as your pussy became a dripping and soggy mess.

"If I could cum inside you I would, but you feel so fuckin' hot... it-t's, you're-" He chokes in his own words, that same stiffness and need to keep fucking you until he finished took over him, he went faster and harder, losing control over himself.

"Come on, that's so good, Alex... come on big boy, you can cum wherever you want to" He squeezed your ass so hard, his mind clouded with lust and the pictures, and noises the came out of your pretty lips, this feeling overcame him, the sounds of your skin, the words that roll out of your mouth, your hands on his body, the love, just one last thrust of his hips and he quickly pulled out of you, "That's good Al..." You see his tip was leaking some cum already, you quickly get on all fours, and jerk him off fast with your hand, opening your mouth to let him slide to the back of your throat, and you pull back, sticking out your tongue so he could see himself cumming all over it, moaning and whimpering, so cute but so hot at the same time, he covered your whole mouth with his warm and creamy cum, you hum as he settles down back to reality, blushing hard as he sees you had swallowed some of it, but it was too much, the taste wasn't bad but the texture felt too much for you, you slowly walked to the bathroom as best as you could spitting that ball of cum off your mouth.

"I'm sorreh" He said once you laid down on the bed next to him.

"For what?" You ask him, and he shrugs and sighs.

"I dunno, I made a mess didn't I?" Alex beating himself up for that little detail in such a beautiful moment made you hug him closely, this was huge for him, and he wanted you to feel good.

"I liked it..." You confessed into his ear, "It was just that I didn't know what to do with so much, it's not a bad thing baby, don't worry about it" You kissed his cheek lovingly, "I had a great time"

"Me too" He turned to face you, your eyes focused on his completely, "And I hope we have more fun together..." He teased making you blush harder and giggle, "Sorry for breaking your tights... I'll buy you new ones"

"What you need to buy are condoms," You both break into laughter.

Watching the sun peek through his honey-colored eyes, were probably the second most beautiful thing, the first one was his face and big nose, how you love that nose and his cute smile, you were in deep for him, his arms around your waist, warm and cozy, and you didn't realize when you both fell asleep until you heard Alex's phone buzzing through his jeans, both of you woke up together as you heard knocks at your door, he quickly put on his same clothes from yesterday, while you changed into fresh ones. Alex opened the door with his face all red, Matt and Andy on the other side of the door with naughty grins.

"Matt is callin'" You stopped dead in your tracks as Matt and Andy look at you and back at Alex.

"There you guys were! Hello, good morning" They joked towards yours and Alex's red faces, you stood behind him and he glanced at you, "You have 5 minutes to be downstairs, we'll see you there, bye love birds" Alex shut the door, hearing their little laughs all the way down the corridor, and you couldn't hold it in either, you laughed and collapsed to the floor, your laugh so contagious him laughing just as hard.

In less than 5 minutes you were downstairs with Alex, him secretly holding your hand as you both check out, "That was very fast" Andy teased towards Alex.

"Fuck off" He raised his middle finger to him and Matt both, he didn't care about their little giggles and jokes, in this moment, it was sunshine and happiness, he wrapped his arm around your waist as you wait outside for a cap to come and pick you up.

Thankfully you were right in time for the train, Alex made a deal with Matt to take his seat next to yours in the back, and when the moment came, once inside the train he sat next to you, putting your bag away, and hugging you close to him in the seats, you stare into the sky as Alex's stares into the reflection of the window, your hands holding his as the other sits in your lap, legs crossed and your eyes a little tired but still mesmerizing, and in that moment he realized how much he loves you.

"What are you thinking about?" You say as you see him so lost in his thoughts, he smiles at you so brightly.

"Nothin'" He chuckles, you wait for him to speak since he has the words coming out the tip of his tongue, "It's just that... I'll need to check all my dirty jeans to see if I can find the condom Matt gave me"

"Oh... your mum won't be happy" You joke, and he pulls you in closer to him, maybe it was the boredom of the long train ride but, you inched closer to him, a not-so-clever idea popping into your head, "Hey..."

"Meet me in the bathroom?" You teased him, pecking his lips gently, he looked straight into your eyes, a small heat wave coming to his body, you weren't joking, he could see it in your eyes, you chose to wear a skirt on the train ride with some knee socks to keep your warm, you discreetly pull down your panties, and hand them over to him. He's in awe as he sees you leaving to the back of the train, into the bathroom with a cheeky smile on your face.

"Fuck" He sighs.

A/N

What?! Bonus chapter bitcheeesss! sorry for the 4-day vacation you guys, hope you didn't miss me much love you 💋

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chvoswxtch · 9 months

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court, i hope you’re doing well!! this has been such a great tour! i would like to scan my ticket for midnights <3

i was thinking of halsey’s ya’aburnee with billy 🤭

But what’s worse?

Telling you my feelings

Or to die without revealing

That you crawled inside my head

And set a fire there instead?

thank you so much sweet nonnie!

you must live inside my head rent free bc halsey is one of my absolute favorite artists and iichliwp is my favorite album of hers and I LOVE this song

bc I am biased this is way over 500 words but I don't think you'll mind ;)

thank you so much for joining the tour!!!

blurb below the cut

ya'aburnee (billy's version)

but what’s worse? / telling you my feelings or to die without revealing / that you crawled inside my head and set a fire there instead?

Having to watch Billy flirt with every woman he came in contact with was difficult. Any woman that even simply walked past him was immediately entranced by his spell. You couldn’t blame them. Billy was unfairly attractive, radiated confidence that was just far enough away from arrogance, and a sharp mind filled with an endless supply of candied words that were as smooth as his alluring cadence.

Everytime he paused your conversation, or turned his attention away from you to focus on a pretty girl that had walked by, bothered you. Whenever he left your side at a function, or during a friendly outing that was supposed to be reserved for only the two of you, it left your heart gashed with a stinging sense of betrayal at his selfishness.

Because you were in love with him.

You weren’t exactly sure when it happened, but one day you started to see him in a new light. You found yourself changing outfits at least three times before going to meet up with him, and getting nervous when he flashed you his signature charming grin. The scent of his cologne started to make you feel lightheaded, and when the two of you went out for drinks or dinner, you imagined you were on a date with him.

Of course, that all got interrupted when an attractive woman came around and then your fantasy was quickly combusted.

You couldn’t bring yourself to tell Billy the truth, because he was your best friend. And you saw how he was when he wanted someone. He went after them without hesitation.

But in the two years that you had known him, Billy had only playfully flirted with you, and you soon found out that was just his personality. He was like that with everyone. It didn’t mean anything to him like it did to you.

Eventually it got too difficult to even be around him, so you started distancing yourself. You didn’t reply eagerly to his texts anymore. You barely answered his calls. Whenever he invited you out, you quickly came up with an excuse not to go. It was devastating not to spend time with him, and a part of you felt guilty and selfish for lying to him, but you were determined that it was what was best for you. And Billy let you get away with it.

For all of five days.

While you were snuggled up on your couch with a blanket watching a movie and wondering why your life couldn’t be like an 80’s romcom, the sound of your front door slamming shut made you jump, and you snapped your head around to see Billy standing right in front of it staring at you.

And he looked pissed.

“Alright, what’s goin’ on?”

You were so surprised by his sudden intrusion, that his question sent you down a rabbit hole of confusion. Pausing your movie, you sat up on your knees and turned around to stare at him over the back of your couch with slightly furrowed brows.

“What do you mean?”

Billy tossed his keys onto the side table next to your front door and instantly shed his dark gray suit jacket, stalking over towards you while loosening the maroon tie from around his neck.

“You told me you had plans tonight.”

The accusatory tone in his voice softened your features into an expression of remorse, and you glanced down at the couch cushions and you tried to fumble out a believable explanation.

“I-”

“But that was a lie, clearly. Which leads me to think that every other time you’ve blown me off the past five days has also been a lie. You barely reply to my texts, you hardly answer my calls, it’s obvious you’re ignornin’ me. So I’ll ask again; what’s goin’ on? What happened between us?”

The volume of Billy’s voice combined with the heart you could hear in the undertone of it made your heart ache. He was audibly, and visibly upset. Letting out a deep exhale, you decided to respond honestly.

“Nothing.”

Billy narrowed his obsidian eyes at your one word response, and reached out his hand to firmly grasp your jaw to force you to look up at him.

“Don’t give me that shit. Tell me the truth.”

“That is the truth, Billy. Nothing happened between us.”

Bill’s angry glare suddenly morphed into puzzlement, and his grasp on your chin softened. Now he was the one that was confused.

“Did I…do somethin’ wrong?”

“You mean like ignoring me or wandering off completely anytime a pretty girl is around, when it’s supposed to be just us?”

Billy’s eyes widened slightly at the venom in your voice, and his lips parted slightly in surprise when you shoved his wrist away. He’d never seen you upset like this before, and you suddenly didn’t feel bad for how you had treated him anymore. It was nothing like the way he had hurt you.

Getting down from your couch, you started to furiously pace back and forth as you let out a humorless laugh and finally let everything you had been feeling lately out.

“You know Billy, I can’t figure out what’s worse. That I fell in love with you and have to watch you flirt with anything that has a heartbeat in your general vicinity, or not being able to tell you because you make it abundantly clear that you don’t really give a shit about me every single time you abandon me to fulfill your own selfish needs. I’ve been ignoring you because it’s painful to even be around you. Because you are all that I think about. You’ve taken up every ounce of space in my head, and you’ve-”

A surprised gasp was caught in your throat as Billy cut you off by cupping your face in his hands gently and pressing a tender kiss to your lips. He pulled away slowly to stare at your shocked expression with a faint smirk on his lips.

“Just so we’re clear, I’ve been wanton’ to do that since I met you.”

“What?”

“I thought you were the one not interested in me.”

“Why the hell didn’t you ever say anything?”

Billy’s smirk melted away, and there was a vulnerable look in his dark brown eyes.

“Because I didn’t wanna lose you, darlin’.”

As everything he said finally clicked in your head, you felt a fresh surge of annoyance flow through your bloodstream.

“Goddamnit, William Russo. I can’t stand you.”

Before he could respond, you grabbed onto his tie and tugged him close while crashing your lips together in a more heated kiss. Billy reluctantly pulled away with a soft chuckle, arching one of his dark brows up with a mischievous smirk curling at the corner of his lips.

“Does this mean I can take you on a date?”

“It better be the best first date I’ve ever been on or I swear-”

Billy cut off your threat with another deep kiss, coaxing a soft noise from the back of your throat as he slipped his hand into your hair and pulled you in even closer.

Billy Russo was going to be the death of you.

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Maybe Sometime || Nick Folio x OC

Pairing: Nick Folio x OC (she/her)

Summary: When Nova found herself at the birthday party of her childhood best friend Danielle, she didn’t even know what California got in its pockets for her this time.

Warnings: mentions of death of a family member, mentions of alcohol consumption, MDNI, 18+, fingering, steamy make out session I guess lmao, let me know if I forgot something ♡

A/N: Surprise! ♡ I've been working on this the last couple of days and planned it to be a two part series. Let me know if you liked it :)

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The late-summer morning sun of California hit her skin when Nova left the airport building, her mission clear in her head. Finding her best friend and making it back to her house without getting a sunburn since she wasn't used to being in the sun anymore.

Her new job at a legal office made her leave her hometown San Francisco and brought her to Seattle, while her best friend found her soulmate back here in San Francisco about three years ago.

So, when she saw her at her car, kissed by the sun with her auburn hair perfectly blown out and smiling from ear to ear while waving at Nova, she couldn't help but feel jealous for a second. It wasn't that she didn't think Danielle deserved it all, she was more than happy for her. But when she was truly honest with herself, she really wanted to have a snippet of luck that her best friend had.

While Danielle grew up with rather wealthy parents and had time to figure herself out when it came to jobs and careers, Nova's always been very clear. She grew up in a middle-class family with two older brothers and a single mother. She had a beautiful childhood, but compared to her best friend Danielle, she was often very aware of the fact that nothing in life was simply given to her.

When she started her journey to become a lawyer at 18, she knew she had no chance but stick with that choice, leading her to the point where she was now. In her last year of law school and working part-time in a legal office to get work experience.

When she finally reached Danielle, she felt like looking the exact opposite of her friend. Her colored black hair hanging on her shoulders without any volume while her eye bags almost began to look purple because of the sleep deprive law school and work gave her.

"It is so amazing to see you, Nova." Danielle exclaimed while hugging her childhood friend tightly. "How was your flight?" - "As good as a two-and-a-half-hour flight between a crying child and a snoring businessman can be."

Danielle gave Nova an apologetic look. "I'm so sorry you had to go through this, if you want, I can buy you a ticket for business class for you flight home." - "Please don't, you know I don't like you gifting money to me."

Danielle grabbed Nova's bag and put it in the trunk before she got into the driver's seat while waiting for Nova.

The drive to her house was rather quiet, the old friends chatting about the past and catching up.

When they got to her house, they were greeted by Danielle's fiancé Derek, who gladly showed Nova the room where she would be staying for the next two days.

It was around 9PM and the party was going well. Nova took a sip out of her water cup, letting her gaze roam around the garden area, when someone sat down next to her.

"I'm Nick." - "And I'm not interested." She said not even looking at him. Nova didn't want to be that rude, but parties always freaked her out. She didn't like crowds of people and she liked them even less when they were drunk.

"I'm sorry for bothering you, imma just-..." The boy next to her said while standing up but before he could go away, she stopped him. "No wait... I'm sorry for being rude. I just don't feel that comfortable at parties."

He raised his eyebrows at her, before slowly sitting back down next to her again. "I'm just here because I've literally known Danielle since forever." - "Same here but with Derek."

That sparked her interest and for the first time she looked at the person next to her. He wore a black ripped jeans and a black tank top, displaying his tattoos in all their glory. He had big brown eyes that almost looked doe-like and his short dark hair set perfectly on his head.

He noticed her staring at him, so he asked her: "Are you okay?"

"Totally." She answered finally breaking her gaze to not hyperfixiate on the nostril that decorated his nose. She too had one when she was younger but had to take it out due to professional reasons at work. Nova found that rule stupid, but she would have found it more stupid if she had let herself get fired over metal in her nose, so she just took it out.

"Where do you know Derek from?" She asked the boy interested. "He is the bassist in a band that toured with us." - "Toured with you?" - "Oh yeah... I'm the drummer of a metalcore band... Bad Omens... If you ever heard of us."

"No, sorry. But that actually sounds really cool." She answered him honestly. She remembered being heavily obsessed with Black Veil Brides when she was younger so she definitely knew what she would listen to on her flight home.

"Do you live somewhere around?" He asked Nova and shot her a smile that made her stomach tingle a little. "Uhm... No... I live in Seattle at the moment, because of my job." - "What do you work as? If you don't mind me asking." - "I'm in my last year of law school... I'm becoming a lawyer."

"Woah, that's awesome." He took a sip from his cup. "Yeah, you better not get in trouble or imma kick your ass in court."

"Maybe I need to get in trouble so I can hire you and see you every day." Nova's mouth fell slightly open at his statement. Was he flirting?

"What makes you think I would defend you?" She flirted back, trying to get a reaction out of him.

"Oh, I will convince you." - "And how exactly you wanna do that?"

He licked his lips before looking her in the eyes. "I can't just share my tricks with you. They won't work anymore!"

Nova laughed at his statement before taking a sip out of her water cup.

"You're not drinking?" Nick asked carefully. "No, I don't drink at all.”

He nodded. "Is there any reason for it? Or do you just not like it?"

"I don't wanna get all sad and shit." She joked halfheartedly. In fact, there was a very specific reason.

"If you don't mind sharing, I would love to hear it." He encouraged her.

For a couple of seconds, she thought about if she should share the story with him. When she looked at him, she saw something she couldn't quiet explain. His gaze made her feel understood.

"I can tell you, but I don't wanna shout it over the music." She answered him and he instantly stood up and reached out his hand to her. Hesitantly she took it and with that he safely dragged her through the groups of people gathered in the garden area.

Within two minutes they found themselves on the couch in the small living room upstairs. Only a small lamp lit the room. She couldn't help but calm down a little. She had never been a big fan of large groups of people and even less of parties.

“I really don’t know how I haven’t freaked out already.” Nova let out under her breath.

“I totally get that. Even though I should be used to the noise and tumult by now, I just don’t like this whole thing. Don’t get me wrong I love performing, but this is something totally different.” Nick explained himself and brushed through his hair with one hand.

Nova now noticed that he in fact had abandoned his drink. “You shouldn't have left your drink.”

“But I wanted to. I don’t wanna get drunk if I have the opportunity to get to know someone as interesting as you are.” Nova blushed. “How do you know I’m not boring as hell?”

He began to smile a little. “You’re gonna be a lawyer. You have a mysterious background story, and you look extremely beautiful.”

Nova started to smile while rolling her eyes. “Are you doing that with everyone you find attractive? Luring them into an darkened empty room?”

“No, only with those I want to kidnap.” Nick said with a blank expression before starting to laugh. “I’m kidding.”

After that they fell into a comfortable silence for a couple of minutes.

“Do you still wanna tell me why you don’t drink?” Nick carefully asked, making sure Nova was comfortable with it.

"If you pity me for a second, I'll get up and leave and you'll never see me again, got it?" Nova stated causing Nick to nod frantically. "I swear, I'll not pity you."

"My dad died when I was fifteen." - "Oh." - "Oh my god! You already start to pity me!" - "I'm not but how am I suppose to react if someone tells me their father died!" Nick defended himself.

Nova examined him for a good second and it didn't go unnoticed by her that his cheeks blushed a little while she did so.

"Okay. I believe you." She started again. "So, he died. To find better words, he was actually kind of murdered." Nicks eyes widened in shock but he decided not to say anything that scared her away again. "He was run over by a drunk driver almost eleven years ago. They never found the driver."

Nick nodded when Nova looked at him again. "That is really brutal, I hope you talked to someone about it." - "Yeah, me and my older brothers have been in therapy ever since and I kinda coped with it by becoming a lawyer. I want to make sure everyone gets their right punishment."

"Soo, you're kinda like Batman?" Nick joked and with that Nova started to laugh. She really did expect everthing but not that a cute drummer accused her of being Batman in the middle of the night.

Without even thinking, she spoke her next words. "So, you wanna be my catwoman?"

With that the atmosphere in the room shifted. Nova's cheeks felt like they were burning. Did she really just suggest to a total stranger to be her love interest? It wasn't that odd for her to drop the bomb about her dead dad but this was totally out of place for her. She was very careful about the people she chose to have around her and even more extreme when it came to intimite connections. Random hook ups weren't her thing, but something about Nick made her change her mind in an instant. He fascinated her. The way he instantly built a comfort zone around the two of them just by the way he presented himself intrigued her.

"I think that is the most charming thing someone ever said to me." Nick confessed to her and than chuckled. "I actually would love to become your cat woman if we had more time."

"I'll fly back tomorrow. But if you'll ever happen to be in Seatlle please let me know." Nova answered him honestly while sliding closer to him.

"I would love that." Nick mumbled. His gaze wandered to her lips and than back to her face. "I would really like to kiss you." - "Than do it."

With that he pressed his lips to hers and within seconds she found herself on his lap, one leg on each side. His lips slightly tasted like the whiskey he consumed before and even though she hated alcohol she couldn't get enough of him.

She let her hands wander to cup his face and pressed him even closer to her, while his hands found themselves on her hips. She couldn't help but sigh when he grabbed her a bit harsher.

Slowly but surely his lips started to wander. He placed soft kisses on her jawline and than on her neck, quickly finding her sweet spot. Nova gasped and without even thinking she grinded her hips against him. He quietly moaned her name. With that she knew she would do anything to have Nick closer to her.

His hands started to wander, while their lips met again, and quickly found their way to the button on her shorts. With a skillful movement he opened her shorts. He broke the kiss. "Is this okay for you?"

"Yes, don't you dare and stop now." She moaned and moved her hips again, causing him to moan quietly as well.

Quickly is hand found its way into her pants and underwear. He ran his hands through her folds. "God, you're so fucking wet. Is this all because of me?"

"Yes." She moaned out. Quickly he found her clit and started to move his fingers in slow circles. Immediately she let her head rest on his shoulder and moan his name.

"Be a good girl and stay quiet for me." He demanded and she instantly obeyed. Her hands found there way into his hair her while he fastened his pace.

Than his fingers began to wander again. "You think you can handle my fingers inside of you?" He groaned in her ear causing her to look at his face again. His pupils almost looked black in the dim light of the living room, sending shivers down her spine. She began to nod.

Right when his finger started to push inside of her, Novas phone began to rang, shooting them straight back to reality.

"Really?" Nova breathed out before grabbing her phone, Nick's hand still in her pants. It was Danielle calling her.

She showed Nick and gave him an apologetic smile before answering her phone. What she didn't expect was Nick still continuing to push his finger into her and even adding a second all at ones. So she suppressed a moan before she spoke. "Hello?" - "Where are you, Nova? I haven't seen you in almost an hour."

Nick began to curl his fingers inside of her. She took a deep breath before answering with a slightly breathless voice. "Oh, I needed a break from the people. Imma be back in a minute." - "I hope so, it's ten minutes before midnight and therefore my birthday, lady."

Nick began to attack her neck with kisses and again found her sweet spot in almost milliseconds.

"Yeah, give me a second. I-... I'll come… I‚lol come down."

With that she quickly ended the phone call and whimpered.

"As much as I would like to continue but if we don't show up downstairs within the next minute, Danielle will kill me." Nova told Nick breathless.

He let out an disappointed sigh and slowly removed his hand from her, causing her to whimper at the loss of connection. He again shocked her when he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. Nova's mouth fell slighty open at his action but he just smirked at her and brought his lips back to her mouth.

She tasted herself on him and almost lost it again, but she knew they needed to get downstairs.

Sadly she needed to pull away from him.

They quickly rushed downstairs and managed to join the group of people right in time for Danielle's birthday.

For the rest of the evening they were glued to each other's side and both of them hoped their night, full of not so innocent touches and innuendos, would never end.

If only they had thought about exchanging numbers...

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fangirlwriting-stories · 8 months

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Movie Night

Summary: Danny, Sam, and Tucker have a movie night at Sam's house on a rare night off from Danny being grounded.

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It takes a while, but things do start to mellow out after another couple weeks. Danny eventually catches up on homework, and now he’s back to only sort-of failing instead of actually failing. His parents let up on the grounding a little bit, and he’s allowed to spend time at Sam’s house and Tucker’s house sometimes, though nowhere else yet. He settles into a ghost fighting routine with Jazz and they both work up a rhythm that works well. (Danny does most of the physical fighting and Jazz does a lot of background strategizing and overlooking of the fight that makes things run way smoother.)

Eventually, he does seem to improve his reputation at least back to where it was pre-Freakshow. Especially when Jazz manages to make it known he was part of the reason Freakshow was captured and all of the valuables returned.

Unfortunately, the one person it doesn’t seem to have any effect on is Sam, which is really inconvenient given that she’s kind of the point of all this. Danny can’t blame her, though. He hasn’t had a chance to talk to her directly as Phantom, and he doesn’t want to just ambush her at school one day, that would be the opposite of helpful. So Sam’s only one-to-one interaction with him continues to be “that time he tried to kill me by dropping me several stories to the ground.” Honestly, her being suspicious is probably the logical choice.

He tries hard not to be thinking about that when he’s with her as Danny Fenton, though. Compartmentalizing can actually be very helpful. Prevents him from screaming in frustration every time she goes off on a rant about how everyone’s being fooled by that Invis-o-bill idiot again. (Could she at least not use that stupid name?)

And this week isn’t going to have anything to do with Phantom at all, because the three of them are going to hang out in Sam’s basement with a lineup of scary movies and enough popcorn to put them into a food coma. (Sam’s three favorite horror movie icons are going to be fighting each other in an upcoming movie, so they’re rewatching all of the old ones first at Sam’s insistence.)

Danny got special permission to go from his parents on account of his improved grades and good behavior, meaning things almost feel normal as he walks up to Sam’s house and knocks on the door.

Sam pulls it open a second later, a bright grin already on her face. “Danny, finally! Come on!” She grabs his wrist and yanks him into the house before Danny can say anything, and pulls him past her parents without letting him get out so much as a hello.

Tucker’s already waiting in the basement when they get down there, and gives Danny a wave in a break from shaking a truly ridiculous amount of salt onto his giant tub of popcorn.

“Yours is on the left,” he says, nodding at one of the three tubs. “Sam’s has the vegan butter.”

“Thanks Tuck,” he says, picking it up and heading over to his usual movie chair as Sam grabs her own popcorn tub and does the same.

“This is going to be the greatest movie ever,” Sam says, a grin lighting up her face as she turns the giant movie screen on. “Plus I already bought us tickets, I cannot wait to see it on Friday.”

“I thought ticket sales didn’t open until Monday,” Tucker says as he finally sits down, apparently done taking years off his life with the amount of salt he’s using.

“There’s still a couple advantages to being filthy rich,” Sam says. “We have three reserved seats right in the middle of the theatre. I decided to cheat just this once.”

Danny snorts. “Figures you’d break for horror movies.”

“Hey, I’m not breaking anything. This is a one-time thing,” Sam says very seriously.

“Sure,” Danny says, giving her a teasing smile.

“I mean it!”

“Uh-huh.”

“I think Danny’s just telling you to get off your high horse,” Tucker says with a smile of his own. “So much for hating being rich, huh?”

“Guys.”

“We’re just teasing, Sam,” Danny says, nudging her in the side. “You know we’re gonna love having those seats too.”

Sam gives him a not-very-serious-glare, and then starts grinning again as she turns back to start the first movie.

“Honestly, I wouldn’t care either way,” she says. “I don’t think anything could ruin this week for me.”

Danny smiles at her for a second, enjoying the image of her being so happy. He settles back into his own chair and tosses a first handful of popcorn into his mouth. Horror movies may not actually scare him much anymore, but Sam loves them enough that it’s incredibly easy to care, if only just for her sake.

Tucker still hides his head between his hands at a couple points, but he sticks it out through the whole movie, which is impressive enough for him.

“God,” Sam says, leaning back with a grin after the credits finally roll. “It’s still good. Isn’t it still good Danny?”

“It’s still good,” Danny agrees with a fond smile.

“Speak for yourself,” Tucker mutters, from his clenched up position in his own chair.

“Well I hope you’re ready for more tomorrow night!” Sam says with a grin at him.

Tucker gives her a look. “You’re both so lucky that you’re my only friends.”

“Aww, he loves us,” Danny says.

“He does,” Sam says, putting a hand to her chest as if moved. “Isn’t it so sweet, Danny?”

“It is, Sam, it really is.”

“I hate you both.”

“Inclined not to believe you,” Danny says with a grin.

Tucker rolls his eyes and sits up. “Please, I would totally be sitting out on this if it wasn’t the only thing outside of school your parents were letting you do with us.”

“Somehow, still inclined not to believe you.”

Tucker crosses his arms with an annoyed huff, meaning Danny is totally right.

“Tell you what, you can bring a cooldown movie tomorrow night,” Sam says. “That way we can all stay longer and you don’t have to go home terrified.”

“Except I still do tonight,” Tucker says.

“Not much I can do about that, you didn’t bring another movie.”

“I’ll walk home with you, Tuck,” Danny says, standing.

Tucker gives him a curious look. “Do you have time to do that and still make curfew? I thought you’re parents were being really strict about that.”

“I have my ways,” Danny says. “See you at school tomorrow, Sam.”

“See ya!” Sam calls. “Don’t let my parents yell at you on the way out!”

“That’s easier said than done,” Danny mutters, but they both head up the steps anyway.

They do actually make it out without any yelling, though they don’t manage to avoid a couple glares.

Tucker turns to him as they start the walk towards his house. “I am glad your parents are letting up on you a bit, though,” he says. “Especially considering you being gone wasn’t actually your fault.”

Danny nods, though he doesn’t really want to talk about it. “Yeah, I don’t think they can really stay mad for too long. I think it’s also pretty clear to them that I learned my lesson, which helps.”

“Your lesson about not getting kidnapped?” Tucker asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Still not gonna tell them, but thanks, Tucker.”

“Still don’t understand why, but alright. I won’t push.”

“Thank you,” Danny says, and he means it. “I do think the whole experience has thoroughly ruined circuses for me, though.”

“You and Sam both,” Tucker says. “Though I think maybe part of that was Invis-o-bill’s fault.”

Danny winces and doesn’t say anything.

“Hey, you okay?” Tucker asks, clearly noticing.

“Fine,” Danny lies. “Look, we’re here.”

He gestures at Tucker’s house just a couple houses down.

Tucker keeps looking at him as they walk.

“I’m not gonna push,” he says again as they reach his house, turning to face Danny. “Just know that offer to tell me anything is still open.”

Danny looks at him, chewing on his lip. “Hey,” he says quietly. “You know I’d never want to hurt you guys, right?”

Tucker blinks. “Uh, yeah, duh. Was that in question?”

Danny huffs a laugh. “No.”

Tucker looks at him another second. “Danny,” he says. “You know what happened wasn’t your fault, right? I mean, how would that even work?”

And it’s funny, because he does know that, mostly. Sure, the issue with Sam is tangled up in guilt and worry and other complicated feelings, but when it comes to actually being gone those weeks, he does know it’s not his fault. He means it when he says that to Jazz.

But now, looking at Tucker, that stupid long-familiar voice creeps up in the back of his head: He wouldn’t be saying that if he knew.

Danny shakes his head, mostly to tell his brain to knock it off.

“I know,” he says to Tucker. “I just… I hate that you guys were so scared for me. I don’t want to worry you.”

“Dude,” Tucker says. “You’re our best friend, that’s our job when you get hurt.”

“It’s not like that’s new,” Danny points out. “Dash shoves me into lockers all the time.”

“Dash doesn’t kidnap you and hold you hostage for several weeks,” Tucker says. “Little bit of a difference there. And for the record, I get worried when Dash messes with you too.”

Danny shakes his head. “It’s really not a big deal,” he mutters. “I’m fine.”

“Danny,” Tucker says. “Please stop lying to me.”

Danny looks down. “No.”

They both stand there in silence for a couple seconds.

“I have to go,” Danny says finally. “Curfew. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Tucker agrees quietly.

Danny waits until Tucker goes back inside to slip down a side alleyway, transform, and fly home.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #no one knows au #my fic

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-gang shenanigans

starring: big deal

genre: incorrect quotes

preview: pretty ooc, lighthearted bits to forget about the pain (and samuel's soon-to-be bald head)

Jake: I trust Sinu.

Samuel: You think he knows what he's doing?

Jake: I wouldn't go that far.

Samuel: Now, the recipe calls for 2 shots of vodka.

Samuel: *upends the bottle*

Jake: I think we're missing something.

Jerry: Teamwork?

Brad: Cohesion?

Jason: A general sense of what we’re doing?

Sinu, going over Samuel's resume: Okay, so right here, it states that you’re creative.

Samuel: Yes

Sinu: Okay... may I know what you create?

Samuel: Problems.

'Can I copy the homework?'

Jerry: I can help you with it!

Jake: Yeah, sure.

Brad: Bold of you to assume I did the homework.

Jason: lol nope.

Lineman: Wait, we had homework?!?!?!

Samuel: *Read 5:55pm*

*Squad reactions to being told ‘I love you’*

Lua: Thanks fam!

Jake: oh no

Sinu: who doesn't?

Samuel: Sounds fake but okay

Jerry: *A flustered mess*

Jason: can i get a refund

Samuel: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?

Jake: Language

Jerry: Yeah watch your fucking language

Sinu: OKAY WHO TAUGHT JERRY THE FUCK WORD?

Brad: 'The fuck word'.

Jake: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time

Samuel: Oh my god he censored it

Lua: Say fuck, Jake.

Jason: Do it, Jake. Say fuck.

Sinu: You can de-escalate any situation by simply saying, 'Are we about to kiss?'

Sinu: Doesn't work for getting out of speeding tickets, by the way.

Jason: It’s dark in here

Brad: Don’t worry dude I got this

Brad: *Stomps their feet*

Brad: *Skechers light up*

Jake: I can’t believe you live nearby, and you won’t let anyone crash at your place.

Samuel: You people already know too much about me.

Jason: I know exactly three facts about you, and one of them is that you won’t let any of us crash at your place.

Yeonhui: I know you snuck out last night, Sinu.

Jake: Play dumb!

Sinu: Who's Sinu?

Jake: NOT THAT DUMB!!!

*any big deal member really*: Hey, Sinu? Can I get some dating advice?

Sinu: Just because I’m with Yeonhui doesn’t mean I know how I did it.

Yeonhui: I've only known Jerry for a day and a half but if anything were to happen to him I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.

Samuel: If you can’t beat them, dress better than them

*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*

Sinu: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.

Everyone:

Jake: ...I did. I broke it.

Sinu: No. No you didn't. Brad?

Brad: Don't look at me. Look at Samuel.

Samuel: What?! I didn't break it.

Brad: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Samuel: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.

Brad: Suspicious.

Samuel: No, it's not!

Jason: If it matters, probably not, but Lua was the last one to use it.

Lua: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

Jason: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Lua: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Jason!

Jake: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Sinu.

Sinu: No! Who broke it!?

Everyone:

Jason: Sinu... Brad's been awfully quiet.

Brad: rEALLY?!

*Everyone starts arguing*

Sinu, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.

Sinu: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

Sinu:

Sinu: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

*The squad right before Yeonhui's wedding*

Samuel: Well I have to go, I have a wedding to attend.

Jake: Wait... Oh! I have a wedding to attend too!

Jerry: Oh, I have a wedding to attend as well

Lineman: I THINK WE ALL HAVE WEDDINGS TO ATTEND

Sinu, panicked: I THINK IT'S MY WEDDING

Jerry, in a high voice, holding barbie: hey ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career!

Lua, in a deep voice, holding ken: nonsense, barbie. you’re staying home and having my kids

Jason: what the fuck are you guys doing?

Lua: playing systemic oppression

Brad: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Jason: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Brad: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING JERRY WITH ME

Jake, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

Jason: Jerry isn’t answering his phone

Jake: I’ll call

Jason: Brad and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

Jerry: Hello?

*Lineman, Jason, and Brad are sitting on a bench*

Jerry: Why do you guys look so sad?

Jason: Sit down with us so we can tell you.

*Jerry sits down*

Brad: The bench is freshly painted.

Jake: How did none of you hear what I just said?

Lua: I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.

Jason: I got distracted about halfway through.

Samuel: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

Samuel: Can I be frank with you guys?

Jerry: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help.

Lineman: Can I still be Lineman?

Jake: Shh, let Frank speak.

#source: ???#lookism #incorrect quotes #lookism incorrect quotes #big deal #sinu han #yeonhui #jake kim #samuel seo #lua lim #jason yoon #jerry kwon #brad lee #lineman

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Little Sparrow: Chapter 5

Warnings: Not much, just some swearing.

Two days had passed after your late-night phone call with Sam. You were packing and preparing for your mission to find Van Helsing and take down Dracula. You and Jinette planned it all out, flight times, transportation, and inns where you would be able to stay in. You gathered every single weapon that might have a chance of killing Dracula or any other creature that will get in your way. Holy water, a silver stake, crucifix, your anti-heart detecting armor, night vision specs and a gun with silver bullets. Everything you needed was packed and ready to leave when you a knock on the door. Ceasing everything you were doing, you walked up to the door. You turned the knob and opening the mahogany door you see Carl.

“Carl!” You perked up and opened the door wider for him. “Come in!” You stepped out of the way, and he entered your spacious bedroom.

“Hello, (Name)! Cardinal Jinette told you would be leaving today.” He observed as he saw all the bags that you had in your room.

“Yes, I’m leaving today. I only have three weeks to hunt down Dracula and find Van Helsing. I’m almost ready and will head out before sundown.” You confirmed as held out your plane ticket and passport, being ready to leave for Transylvania. He looked around the room and saw an unfamiliar silver case that laid next to your bag, the case that contained the Holy Spear.

“Can I ask what this is, (Name)?” He said as walked over to your bed, making your heart rate increase rapidly. No one other than you and Jinette knew what was in that case, let alone what you plan on doing with it, not even Carl. You promised to keep it a secret from others, and you intend on doing so.

“That’s top secret, Carl. It’s between me and Jinette.” You jumped at him and placed a firm hand on the case. Carl, being understanding person that he was, stepped back and nodded.

“Very well, (Name). I won’t push it any further.” He agreed as another knock on the door was heard. You smile as you saw a few other friendly faces come at your door. Five of them to be precise. Two of them being the Tibetan monks that you had seen in Jinette’s office a few days prior, Norbu and Tenzin. Bowing as they enter, you return the bow. Few other also included Spanish, middle-aged nun, sister Maria Montello in her head wrap on her vale from, who was wearing her rosery on her neck. The fourth was an Ashkenazi Jewish rabbi, whom you know as Nicolaus Goldstein. He walked up to you and gave you a hug. What you didn’t know was that he gave Carl a death glare. Carl gulped in nervousness and looked away with from the angry Jewish man. Last but certainly not least, Imam Nasir Assad, a Muslim elder that you had grown so very fond of since you came to Vatican City. He helps invent and craft armor for the Order.

“It’s so good to see everyone again! I missed you all!” You said with a warm happy smile, seeing the friendly faces that you had known for ten years. “I hope everything is good for you guys.”

“Better now that you are back. We are very happy you have returned home, Rosa.” Said the kindhearted nun. When you were younger, you would help Sister Maria plant flowers in some of the Garden. Having difficulty adjusting to life in the Vatican, you found solace in helping create something beautiful. You would talk to her about your past and tragic experience of losing your family and being homeless. Sister Maria would often say you were like a rose, though beautiful and soft, can have many sharp thorns. Which is why she gave you the nickname Rosa. She was like a sister to you growing up.

“Well, I’m not staying for long. I must leave as soon as possible. I have already packed everything and about to head to the airport soon.” You tiredly converse with your older peers as you looked at your things that lied on you bed.

“That’s a real shame, (Name).” Said Tenzin looking at you with sad eyes. “It felt like you just got here and now you had to leave again for some time.”

“I know, but I have too. I don’t have much time for seeing all of you.”

“We know, but we understand. Van Helsing is important to all of us and we would rather have him back.” Rabbi Goldstein patted you on the back, speaking in his Yiddish accent.

“If I can get him back.” You said quietly, sadness laced in your voice. Everyone looked at you, their mood now sours a little from your lack of confidence. Nasir took a step forward with a deep sigh and place a hand on your shoulder. You looked up at him and saw he was brandishing an encouraging smile.

“You will find him. I know it. Have faith, (Name). He is much stronger than you think and so are you.” He reassured you as his hand disappeared from your shoulder. A sense of warmth had spread through your body after Nasir talking. He always had a gift for uplifting people’s mood and build up their conviction.

“Thank you, Nasir. And I will be back with him as soon as-”

“WHY WOULD YOU GIVE THAT MISSION TO HER?!” Your sentence was halted by thunderous yelling coming from outside of your room and began to follow where the commotion was coming from. Peeking out of the hall, you see Jinette there, along with an all too familiar man, staring down at him with a burning glare.

Father Giovanni Capuano, the second in command of the Order. AKA, one of the worst human beings you had ever met. Alongside him, was Jude Abernathy, one of the hunters of the order. He was Capuano’s protégé and another person you hated with a passion. Few other hunters stood beside Jude, glaring at your guardian with daggers in their eyes.

“I have my reasons for having (Name) go to fight Dracula, Father. As the head of the Order, I have strong faith in (Name) for the task that is assigned to her. I trust you do the same.” Jinette stood firmly and held his ground against the mob. He showed no fear as he stared down at each of them.

“Faith, ha! That girl had been nothing but trouble since she had come here as a child! She is a spoiled, little street rat with complete disregard for others and their lives! For all you know, she could get anyone she is involved with killed!” Capuano shouted now getting in Cardinal Jinette’s face. Your blood boiled as you ran toward them.

“If anyone of us have done what she did, we would have been expelled! She should get the same treatment.” Shouted Jude as he stepped in front of Jinette, towering over him with his tall frame. He glared down at him with his piecing blue eyes, trying all he can to intimidate Jinette.

“No! (Name), stop!” Cried Imam Nasir tried to pull you back but failed as you speed toward the crowded area where they were publicly harassing your adopted father.

“Hey! What’s going on here!” You shouted and soon enough, everyone’s eyes, attention…and ire… were on you.

“Well, if it isn’t the little princess, coming to the rescue!” Mocked a black woman who wore armor as she stood next to Jude. All the hunters had their turns giving you hate filled stares. Carl and the rest of your friends followed you out to the hallway, watching you stand up to your fellow hunters.

“Shove it, Nadia! How dare you gang up on Cardinal Jinette! Is this how you show respect to a man like him?! You have no right to tell him on how to run this organization.” You barked at the woman with as much courage as you could in front of the disgruntled crowd. Father Capuano looked at you with a smirk as he stood away from Jinette and to you.

“Respect, child? With the track record you have, you have no right to lecture to anyone about respect!” Father Capuano was so close to your face that you could smell the garlic on his breath. He ate too much of the stuff and it nauseated you. “If it were up to me, you would have been banished from this Order. It is foolish for him to have summoned you back. You should have stayed in America doing God knows what in that place.”

“Doing more than you ever did for the Order.” You snapped back at the priest. Capuano’s grin formed into a frown. You knew from the grape vine that Capuano hadn’t never been one to be at the for front of battle. When he had a crowd that surrounded him, sure he will stare you down. But when having to fighting for himself…he backs down like a dog with his tail between his legs. He paused in his speech and then that same malicious grin reared its ugly head once more.

“Do tell us what have you done, hmm? How about you tell us all about your time outside the Vatican.” He mocked you as you gritted your teeth. The other hunters snickered at you.

“Mind your own business, old man.” You growled as your clench your fists, wanting very much to punch this man. You had wanted to do that since the day you met with Jinette. The temptation just grew with each passing year.

“It is my business when you are part of the Order, girl! I am of a higher rank than you and you will respect that!” The elderly Italian man barked at you as the crowd, which now felt like an angry mob, shouted their own distain for you.

“You shouldn’t be going on this mission! You just end up getting someone killed again!” Shouted Jude as he prowled over to you and stood next to Father Capuano, who was smirking down at you. “Father Capuano is right; you should be kicked out!”

“ENOUGH!” Shouted Jinette and everyone ceased their idle disagreements as they all turned to the leader of the order ounce more. All were amazed at how loud the old man was able to silence the entire hallway, including you and your companions. “I will hear no more of this! You are all acting like children! (Name) will go to Transylvania, find Van Helsing and kill Dracula! That is final!” with his conclusive declaration, he stormed off into the direction of his office. You observed with concern and were about to run after him when someone grabbed your arm and turned to find it was Father Capuano, pulling you to him. His lips were to your ear and whispered lowly so that only you could hear him.

“You are very lucky that Jinette favors you so much. For if it weren’t for him, you would be rotting in a cell after you had tried to steal from him when you were a thieving, little brat.” He snarled as he gripped onto your arm a little tighter. You try not to budge at his iron hold on you. Not letting the man see you expressing any amount of discomfort. “Let me make this clear, girl. You have brought great shame to this Order. So much so you would have been exiled and never to return. And I am not the only one.” He said making you look to the other hunters. The lot of them looked at you with distain. Once a upon a time, you would consider these people your brothers and sisters. They were your family. But due to past transgressions, you had lost any trust and respect from them. They treated you like a pariah sense you had returned to Vatican City. Even when they would interact with you, they would glare at you with daggers in their eyes. “Yes, your fellow hunters despise you. You are not wanted here.” He whispered maliciously. Not wanting to hear anymore, you slip out of the old man’s grasp and huffed in anger as you turn to him.

“Like I need any of that. I’m only here to help find Van Helsing and kill Dracula. That’s it.” You attempt to say with great confidence, which you found yourself failing before the old priest.

“Oh, and how to do you plan on doing that? Using a silver stake or a crucifix?” He chuckled with his arms folded, looking down on you with cruel amusement. “You have heard the legends, no one has been able to kill Dracula for centuries. This is not some regular vampire we are talking about. This is a monster that has lived for hundreds of years, whose strength and ferocity can rival that of the devil himself. He is in a league of his own. What chance do you have with this creature? What sort of weapon would you, of all people, possess to take out such a beast?” He snickered as he watched for any sign of fear or hesitation in your demeanor. In the end he found none. Instead, you stood straight and smirked as you folded your arms. A smirk appeared on your face.

“That information is between me and Father Jinette. You heard him, it has been settled, Father Capuano.” You stated confidently, as Capuano lowered his arms down as a frown appeared on his face. “Now, if you will excuse me, I need to go talk to him about the final preparations for my departure. Have a good day, Father.” You start to walk away from before you heard his grating voice one more time before you disappear from the hallway.

“Well, I’m sure Van Helsing will be so ecstatic to see you. Do tell him I said hello and hope he’s well…that is if he will speak to you.” He chuckled from behind you shortly before you heard heavy footsteps of his Italian leather boots sauntered down the halls and a few other footsteps followed him, knowing full well it was the other hunters taking their leave. Turning around, you noticed that Carl was standing a few feet away from you, with an appearance of sympathy after having to face an army of hunters.

“(Name), are you okay?” Carl stepped up to your and rubbed your arm to keep you from getting riled up.

“Yeah, yeah. I will be okay.” You lied through your teeth for Carl to stop fretting over you so much. In truth, you were pissed. Pissed at the fact that Capuano had throwing so much disrespect to Jinette and for shoving your own past failures into your face. Most of all, you were fuming at the fact that you let the stupid, old coot for getting under your skin. You told yourself that you would never let that happen when you came back to Vatican City. Not to mention the mass crowd of your former friends. People that were the closest thing that you had to siblings. You had tried so hard to keep this kind of situation from happing again.

“Look, (Name), if you need to talk about-” Carl started with a soft voice, but you interrupted him.

“No, I’m sorry Carl, but I can’t talk about it. I need to get to Jinette and make the final plans for my mission. I will talk to you later, okay?” You turned away from him as you finally let the tears flow down your cheeks.

…

At last, you reached the familiar mahogany double doors of your godfather’s office. The guards stood by as they took a single glance at you before you knocked on the door.

“Father Jinette? It’s (Name). Are you in there?” You requested softly but still with a voice loud enough for him to hear.

“He said you can enter. But only you, miss.” Said one of the guards before he reached out to open the door for you.

“Thank you.” You acknowledged the man as you went in to see your guardian sitting at his desk, rubbing his head with his hands. Jinette looked tired and worn out. He was taking deep breaths and heavily sighed. Also, you could have sworn you saw him shaking a little. You can tell that he wasn’t well now. “Father Jinette…are you okay?” You asked taking steps closer to his desk.

“I’ll be alright, Paressa. Just having much to deal with lately.” He sounded drained assured you, or at least attempting to. Yet, you were not buying it for one second.

You told Carl that you wanted to talk to Jinette about making last minute preparations for your search for Dracula and Van Helsing. Which was true and you were leaving today. However, with the way that the poor old man had been dog piled just ten minutes ago, you were worried. Concerned that the excitement had been a bit much for him. He may have been a great warrior back in his day, but now? He was now a much older and frail version of his former self.

Never would you say it to him in person, but you can see it in his eyes. Jinette seemed like a very different person when you last saw him eight years ago. He was tired and the stress that he was being put under was not doing him any good. You can’t help but blame yourself for it. You simply being here had stirred enough controversy. Now that you were not only rescueung one of the best hunters in the Order, but also kill one of the most infamous monsters in history. All this cannot be good on your godfather’s health. He had enough to deal with as it is. You only wanted to check in on him and hopefully get the last of your preparations in order. Time was running out with each passing minute you spent not looking for Van Helsing. No matter what was going on in your life or what you had done, you needed to move forward.

“I know, you shouldn’t have been yelled at like that. You didn’t deserve it.” You knelt next to him, watching him while he tried to calm his emotions.

“Thank you, (Name). Once more, thank you for standing in. I know with everything that has gone on with you, that wasn’t easy for you.” Jinette gently grabbed your chin with his rough, aged hand. You smiled up at him while you grabbed his hand. You gave it a gentle kiss with as much affection. Jinette smiled back only for a second but his smiled formed to a frown. He noticed some redness in your eyes and nose. The tears that had not shed down your face because you too were trying to hold in your distress. “Paressa, is there something that you need to talk about with me?” He questioned you, making you blink at his inquire.

“What do you mean?” Your reply short and trying not to get into the drama you both had witnessed.

“Well, unless my eyes have gotten worse, I could have sworn I saw some remanence of you crying before you came to my office.” Jinette answered, making your breath hitch. You cursed yourself for him noticing your tears. “And If I am correct, I do believe I know the culprit of these tears.” He asked you again as a single tear came down your face. He whipped it away before you even realized it.

“Father…”

“What did Giovanni say to you?” He was quick to probe you, knowing full well who made you cry. Jinette knew about your bitter history with Father Capuano. When you met him, it was at the time that you were caught stealing food from Jinette in Paris. Unlike your godfather and some others, Giovanni never warmed up to you, and vice versa. He felt as though that you were the scum under his boot. Just waiting for an opportunity for you to mess up and made you feel like you had caused Mount Vesuvius to erupt while at the same time drop an atom bomb in the heart of Rome. Jinette, and the rest of your friends, often enough had to come in and save you from his harsh criticism. He hated you and you hated him. You thought for a moment of what to say to Jinette, not wanting to cause any more drama.

“He thinks I can’t do this. That I can’t take down Dracula and save Van Helsing. That everyone here aside from you and few others that I don’t belong here.” You answered as honestly as possible without mentioning the fact he said you belonged in a cell. Giovanni was the one person that made you feel insufficient. The man knew the right buttons to push when it came to your insecurities. He just had to pick a weak spot.

“Paressa…”

“Are you sure you want me to go, Jinette? There are other hunters in this order that can go and rescue Van Helsing. So many of them far more experienced than I am. They can find a way to take down Dracula far better than I could, and faster! I just don’t want anything to happen to Van Helsing! I still care too much about him to be risking his possible safe return…Even if I am the last person he wants to see.” He was taken aback by your admission, but he also understood. You and Van Helsing were not on good terms when you left. In fact, they were far from it when you went to the states. Which really saddened the old man considering how close you were to him. Despite your struggles, you were always a self-assured girl who never really cared for the opinions of others. Yet, when it came to Van Helsing, it was a very different story. When things fell apart between you, that was when you left the Order. You didn’t care about the others or their opinion of you, unless it affected others like Jinette or your friends. He rose, taking you with him, and embraced you in a warm, comforting hug.

“(Name), there is no other person that I want to go on this hunt. I know your relationship with Gabriel is stained and broken.” He stroked your back when he spoke. “But it is still salvageable.” Jinette admitted as he let you. His confession made you turn to him with some, while a few te

“How can you be so sure? I mean the last time we spoke he said…”

“I don’t care what he said, considering that his actions spoke louder than words.” He cut you off before you said anything else.

“What do you mean?” You asked as your twisted in confusion.

“He never expressed this to me or anyone else for that matter, but I have noticed something.” He started as he walked away from you and to his large grand window that let him look out Vatican City. Some parts of the ancient city that laid beyond it. “You know when someone has lost something, a sense of longing follows them like a shadow? You can almost instantly notice a change in them right away. They way they speak and the way they move. A missing piece that is stripped from them and replaced by an emptiness that will never be gone unless that void is filled.” He didn’t turn to you as he talked, just stared out into the window as he let his mind wander. “That… my dear Paressa…is what I had seen when I look at Van Helsing, ever since you left.”

“Really?” You perked up when you heard him open about what had transpired with Van Helsing after leaving the Order. In truth, not a day went by you didn’t think of Gabriel Van Helsing. Even when you were traveling with the Winchesters and dating Dean, you still thought about him. You missed more than words can never express. Asking yourself as you lay down in your bed at night, even as you laid down with Dean. What was he doing? Who was he hunting with? What was he hunting? Was he alive and safe?

You never told Dean about Van Helsing. Sure, you had shared some details about him with the boys, but you never really got into the bond you had. A part of you wanted to keep Van Helsing to yourself. Like he was your own deep dark secret that you wanted to keep hidden from the world. Including Dean. You felt like you were betraying him by thinking about Van Helsing while you went out on dates, hunting and even when you made love together. You loved Dean, hell, you still do. Despite what he had said and done to you. But you can’t escape this feeling you get when you think back on your times with Van Helsing. Like there is a piece of you that will always belong to him. A piece that Dean could never have. Even now with Dean having the Mark, how it’s affecting him, your mind is still fixed on Van Helsing.

“I do believe…through going on this hunt…you will find what you lost. After that, whatever challenges you face, will become easier when you face them. No matter what.” He slowly faced you, his words making your eyes blink at him. You don’t know whether he’s being overly optimistic, or he had maybe gone a little senile. Nevertheless, you will take his word for it for now. Jinette has never steered you wrong before. You took a deep breath and tossed aside the hurtful encounter you had with Giovanni with it. Your head hung for a second and looked up back at Jinette, a sad smile surfaced on your face.

“Okay, I’ll try.”

“Good and as for Giovanni…to Hell with him.” He smirked making you gasp.

“Father Jinette! You swore in the Lord’s house!” You laughed as you covered your mouth in shock. The old man chuckled at how amused you were at your very first time at hearing him swear.

“I believe He would agree with when it comes Giovanni.” He chortled while he pointed upward as an amused grin on his face. You never thought Jinette had gotten so bold in the time you were away. “So…I know I have you leaving today at noon.” He clarified as his laughter died out in him. You nodded, wondering where this was going with this. “However, I have been thinking about something. I feel that it would be unfair for me to make you go alone.” He continued, causing your head to tilt in confusion.

“Jinette are you…?”

“No, I am not going with you. Believe me, I would if I could, Paressa.” He answered and feeling of disappointment creeped up in you. At times, you wanted to see what the man was like as a hunter. To see a legend like Jinette in action. But that was when he was a younger man. He was older now, old, and tired. He didn’t have the strength to hunt like you or any other hunter.

“Then who is going with me?” As you asked him, you heard quickening footsteps come into the room.

“Father Jinette! You need me for something?! I was in the middle of a new experiment!” Shouted Carl after he came into the room.

“Ah, Carl! Right on time!” Jinette with a smirk when he approached the unsuspecting priest now standing unsuspectingly in the middle of the room.

“Yes… one of your guards came and insisted that I needed to see you, immediately. What is the emergency!?” He said as he looked all frantic and shaky. Apparently, whatever Jinette to get him here, must be important.

“Well, you see, Carl. Our dear (Name) will be leaving us for Romania.” He placed a hand on Carl’s shoulder and then pulled out what looked like an envelope. Carl looked at both you and Jinette back and forth before muttering an ‘okay’ before he opened it. His hand reached inside and pulled out what looked like two plane tickets, plane tickets.

“Your grace, what is this?” He said looking nervous at his superior.

“What do you think they are, my boy?” He answered with his hands behind his back, pretending to look as innocent as possible.

“Well, they look like two plane tickets to Romania. Is someone going with her?” He asked, his tone and facial expression getting both seeming to be more on edge.

“Yes, someone is going with her.” Jinette hand tightened on Carl’s shoulder. He raised his eyebrow with a no so innocent smile. “You are.” Carl was speechless for a second before answering the head of the Order. His mouth dropped before he looked back and forth to the two of you. You are also surprised by what Jinette had said.

“I beg your pardon, your grace, but I am not really a field man.” He said as he stepped away from two of his closest friends, his voice shaking with a nervous smile plastered on his face.

“I know. You are not a hunter, but your knowledge of monsters and dark creatures will help serve our dear (Name) on her mission. Also, I understand that you have new equipment that you are looking to test it out. I can’t think of a greater opportunity for you to show case your talents.” He encouraged which you were not sure it was working as well as you hoped. As far as you knew, Carl had never been out hunting before. So having him go hunt with you would defiantly be a bit nerve wrecking for him.

“But I don’t have anything packed! And she’s leaving in two hours!” he whined at he pointed at you.

“Not to worry. I had some provisions packed for you.” As Jinette stated, one of Jinette’s large bodyguards in nearly all black came in with two large suitcases. Carl jumped as the huge, burly beast of a man throw his suitcases onto the floor. You looked over the luggage and noticed that it was a lot of the equipment from the lab, and one was Carl’s own suitcase. “Thank you, Victor. I trust you packed everything?”

“Yes, your Grace. Everything that is needed on this packed away.” Responded the large man with a Russian accent. Carl had his mouth wide open with a shocked expression on his face as the two other men converse like he wasn’t even there.

“Very well, you may take your leave now, Victor.” The man bowed and walked out without sparing a glance at either you or Carl. “Now, you were saying, Carl? A car is now waiting for you both to take you the airport. I suggest you both be on your way. Good luck and may God be with you on your mission.” He taunted the poor priest with a smirk and finally walked out

“But…Your grace! I don’t want to go to Transylvania!!!” Carl whined trying to get his attention and come back.

“Carl, give it a rest. You know once he made up his mind, there is no changing it.” You sighed with an eye roll, though you can’t help but feel bad for him. Unlike you, Carl wasn’t a warrior or a hunter. Brilliant and inventive, but not a fighter. Placing a hand on his shoulder, Carl looks at you with concern in his eyes. “Don’t worry, Carl. I will make sure that nothing happens to you. I swear it.”

“I’ll keep you to that. I don’t need to become vampire food.” He whines again without looking at you and you smirked in amusement.

“Come on, lets go get Van Helsing and kill Dracula.” You say before you walked out of the Office. Thoughts swam in your head as you walked out to the large grand building and to the car that is waiting for you. With Jinette’s encouraging words now planted in your mind, you have stringer hope and determination to succeed on this hunt. A small smile grew on your face as you walked down the halls with Carl trailing behind you.

“Hang on, Gabriel, I’m coming.”

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Family Man

Part 1 Word count: 947 Ok so this post is based on this previous idea I had Pls do not plagiarize Beware of Google Translate lol

3rd POV Rafeal and Y/n make their way through the airport. Y/n turns to Rafeal, “Do you really have to go?” She knows the answer. They’ve talked about this extensively. “Mi amor que estás haciendo ahora? You know I have to. This is for both of us.” He holds her face in his hands, “I have to become someone, someone worthy of you. Someone who makes a difference. Por favor entiende mi amor.” She pulls her face away, “But por qué? I know this is what you want, what you need. But why can’t you stay. Stay here with me. I’m sorry, I know i’m being selfish, but i love you.” “Don’t worry. We got this. te amo completamente.” He looks in her eyes reassuringly, picks up his duffle and moves towards the gate.

13 years later … Rafeal is a lawyer. The esteemed A.D.A Rafael Barba. The A.D.A who works with NYPD’s SVU unit. He lives a somewhat glamorous life of suits and ties. He is a man known to be notorious for being so busy his personal life is almost non existent. He is a bachelor, living a high stress busy life. One so full, relationships past the occasional hook up, are not likely. A recent case having pulled him resulted in him ordering an emergency meeting on Christmas Day, with the NYPD detectives. As the holidays progress, while going over case notes, he gets a message to contact Y/n, but, even though he remembers her, he ignores it and does not return her call.

Rafael’s POV

This case is gonna be the death of me. Hijo de puta, I’m late. My mind is full and racing. This case needs to go well, this woman, this victim. This never should have happened, and I need to help. I barely notice when I make it to the little convenience store near my building. Needing to pick up some milk I make my way inside, as I'm looking through the aisles I hear a commotion at the cash.

“I'm not gonna cash it man. It's fake!” “NO it Ain’t! Cash the fuckin ticked asshole!” “NO” “Oh yeah?” the man pulls out a handgun and my eyes widen a little “Wait!” The fuck are you doing i think to myself as the man turns to me gun at his side, “How much is the ticket worth-” I notice his face getting more irritated, “I-I’lll buy it off you.” I show the three hundred dollar bills in my hand, “Seriously, take it and cut your losses man. This isn't worth a record.” He stashes his gun back in his coat, grabs the bills from my hand, and throws the ticket on the counter as he turns out of the store. I stood there for a minute and let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding. I make my way outside catching up to the man from before, “Here,” I hand him a prepackaged sandwich, “I have a feeling you might want this. Do you have anywhere to go?” “I'm fine man. Leave me alone.” “Are you sure?” I might be a cynic but I still wanna help people. “Lemme ask you something man,what's missing from your life! Think about that!” “I have everything I need already.” I say, baffled. The man looks at me, annoyed and just turns on his heel and starts stalking away down the street. Baffled, I return to my penthouse and sleep.

The golden rays of sunshine hit my eyes suddenly, and then i realize its Christmas day again. I realize there's breathing coming from next to me. I roll over and am met with the (still) beautiful sleeping face of Y/n. My eyes widen and I sit up, as i'm sitting in bed confused, with my breath picking up, I see a child, a young girl, staring at me from the door to the room.

“Papi, can you make me some food please?”

I sit there baffled, Y/n slowly wakes up, “Mmmhmmm what's up baby?” she's asking, slowly waking up. As she slowly sits up in bed my confusion intensifies as I look at her, the girl I left my first year at Harvard, sitting in a bed I've never seen, pregnant. With what appears to be the second child. I look from the woman to the girl, throwing myself from the bed, “Raf?” “Papi?” As I sprint downstairs, I search for some keys as my head swims.

What the actual fuck is happening right now????

As I run outside I realize i'm not in New york anymore but rather suburban New Jersey. As I drive frantically back to the precinct I make my way inside, desperate and only in my pajamas and winter coat, I walk up to the front desk. “Jenny, I need benson.” i’m panting and confusion flashes in my eye when she frowns at me, “And who are you sir?” “Jenny… what… you know me…” my brows crease. “Sir how do you know my name?” she asks nervously. My confusion turns to anger now, “Jenny i was at your baby shower a year ago, your sons name is Grant, he went through a phase where he only ate cheese. Please, PLEASE. You know me!” Her eyes are wide now, fear evident. Slowly she reaches for the phone on her desk “Ok sir,” She nods over to a uniform and nudges my way “this is officer Kapal, he’ll show you to a room where you can wait for the detective.” “Thank you, finally” i let out a breath of air, and follow the officer to one of the rooms.

#angst #law and order special victims unit #law and order svu #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba masterlist #rafael barba

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silentmoths · 2 years

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No because..this has been stuck in my head FOR MONTHS. Let me set the scene lol A Reader x Zhongli one-shot.

Reader lives in Liyue and has a job as a package/message/etc delivery person and just either runs around doing their job or maybe uses a vision (I personally think Anemo would work best in this case but whatever you think is best!) and is pretty well known and liked in Liyue. Maybe Reader/Zhongli/both has crush on the other. How did they fall for each other? Would they get into a relationship? Smut?

You honestly have free reign of all the intricate details, I trust you! Your writing is PHENOMENAL!! You’re literally so good!! Thank you!!! :))

forgive me for attempting a different style/layout for this one but I feel like it's a perfect candidate!

Zhongli x Afab (fem pronouns) Reader

Fluff, getting together, lil bit o smut at the end ;)

How you meet:

You're just a humble delivery girl, honestly. Between your Anemo vision allowing you to jump much higher than your average person, and your skills with a wind glider (some call you the gliding champion of Liyue!!) you could get around the harbour far quicker than most, which made time sensitive deliveries your main forte.

You run into Zhongli, almost quite literally, when you'd been tasked at delivering last minute inscense to the funeral parlour. Usually it was the ferrylady you spoke to, but she was away today, and in her place stood a very tall, handsome consultant.

You dust yourself off, straighten out, pray your face isn't too red, and hand him the box of inscense required, he gives you his signature and thanks you deeply for arriving as quickly as you had, apparently the director had made a very rare mistake and had mistaken another batch of inscense for the ones required for a ceremony today.

It was no big deal, you even hand him your business card, lest it happen again, you'd always be around the harbour helping people.

How you keep meeting/ the first date?:

It doesn't exactly escape your notice that the wangsheng director seems to be making a 'mistake' with the stock every few days...how strange.

You'd never met her personally, but from what you'd heard prior, Hu Tao, for as eccentric as she was, always seemed to on top of things.

not like you were complaining, you still got paid...and you still got to see Mr. Zhongli. He was always the one waiting for you these days, smiling that same, sincere, warm smile as you arrive, sometimes on foot, sometimes gliding down from the pavillion, it depended on where you'd had to pick up whatever was required.

One day however, as you arrive, he's also recieving another order, huh, looks like he'd ordered lunch in today. He thanks the other delivery person before turning to you with an even warmer smile than usual.

"Ah, (y/n), I am to assume you're here to deliver the white sage?" "That I am, Mr. Zhongli! perhaps you should have Hu Tao double check her stocks..she seems to be making more mistakes than usual." you giggle, handing the package off to him.

"Perhaps, she's currently out at the moment however...would you care to join me for lunch? wanmin resteraunt's finest."

you cant even begin to stop your mouth from watering.

"O-oh, I shouldn't impose..."

"It's no imposition. I had originally ordered extra for the director, until she ran out shouting something about meeting up with Yanfei, so there is entierly too much for just myself."

Little did you know, this would become the beginning of a weekly ritual, eventually, Zhongli did stop making an excuse about Hu Tao, Insisting that you stop and take a short break with him when you could swing it instead.

one you were all too happy to oblige, spending time with him was a nice reprieve from your usual sprinting about town.

Getting serious:

Surprisingly, it's you who works up the nerve to ask him out on a proper 'date' about three months into your usual weekly lunch breaks with him, a grateful shopkeep had gifted you a pair of tickets to see Ms. YunJin's opera, and you'd taken a guess that it might be right up his alley.

Your guess had been very correct.

Zhongli meets you outside the parlour as you finish up for the day, unfortunately you just didn't have the time to get home and change, not with how busy the day had been.

You're so full of jittery energy as you both make your way to the pavillion, it was an unfortunate side effect of your job, everything was always so time sensitive that it took a while for your adrenaline levels to settle for the day.

Thankfully, Zhongli is there, easily looping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close to his side, his own calm demeanour serving to bring you down a little faster...that and it was just kind of nice to be held.

your penchant for kind touch does not go unnoticed, and you find atleast one of your hands held gently with his own the entire night. He explains the nuances of opera that you'd never quite understood, and you find yourself smitten just listening to him talk, you could listen to him speak on the most mundane subjects and you'd still be enamoured.

He insists on walking you home after the show, it was dark out and he didn't want you running into any trouble. By now your own internal clock was screaming that it was time for bed, you were exhausted, and it was friday, which meant you finally got a couple of days off to rest properly.

Zhongli is, of course, a gentleman. Walks you to your door and waits with you until you can fish your key out and unlock it. You ask if he'd like to come in for some tea, but he declines, insisting you look exhausted, and that he did not wish to keep you awake much longer.

He doesnt pull away when you turn and, on your tip-toes, press a kiss to his lips and thank him for the night, that you hope you could both do this kind of thing again sometime.

Your kiss is returned with a soft, affectionate exhale and a promise.

Getting down n' dirty:

You weren't exactly sure what to expect when you first have sex with him. Honestly in your mind he could have gone either way, either a total gentleman, or an absolutely depraved, kinky creature.

Turns out? he's right down the middle.

He likes watching you squirm as he pleasures you, but despite the smirk and the mean glare, he's also murmuring praise and calling you beautiful, telling you how well you're doing for him.

he tells you to relax, easier said than done when his fingers are doing sinful things to your insides.

you can tell, by the way he snaps his hips as he thrusts into you, that he wants to go faster, to go harder, but he wont, not until you tell him to.

He was simultaniously all over you, engulfing and controlling in the best ways, but also attentive, aware of you and your desires and your pleasure.

It's just a good thing you were secretly a kinky depraved creature yourself, who has no problem begging him to go harder, faster, to leave his marks and to ruin you.

You wake the next morning to a home cooked breakfast, a cup of tea, some painkillers and Zhongli, still apparently basking in the afterglow of the night before, and more than happy to put you back together.

#Zhongli genshin #zhongli x reader #zhongli x reader smut #silentmothasks #moth is not silent #silentmothwrites

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trexrambling · 1 year

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Broken Heels (II / III)

Request: “There's a protective Dean and Sam some kind of thing. They're friends with fem!reader, a shy and graceful girl. A long time ago the brothers took her in and a deep friendship was born. She only helps with research because she suffers from a heart failure, which leads to her being often dizzy nauseated and breathless. The brother care for her and always keep an eye out on her. Dean is secretly in love with her and vice versa. But neither of them admits it. One night Dean brings home some of his flings and the girl is really cruel to the reader.... Reader spirals into a rabbit hole, taking the things the bitch said to her to heart.... And shit hits the fan?! Some angst, drama and fluff, protective Winchesters.” - by anon

Word Count: 2,350

Warnings: side effects due to heart failure, language, negative self-talk

A/N: Italics refers to flashbacks. I broke this request into two three parts because it ended up being much longer than expected. No beta, all mistakes are mine, please message me if you see any! Watercolor heart from the header image credit.

(Read Part 1)

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“What are you doing out here?”

You smile softly at Sam’s voice, scooch over to make room for him on the park bench. “Just thinking.”

“About?” He settles beside you, an arm automatically wrapping around your shoulders to help offset the cold.

You gladly lean into his warmth. “How all I’m good for is reading a book and taking notes. How I can’t fight, can’t protect you guys, can’t even protect myself. That I’m basically a potato lump you guys get to drag around. You know, the usual.”

He’s quiet, but you can feel him thinking. You resume your watch of a cardinal nest you’d spotted earlier, see the dad dart back in with a fresh worm hanging from his beak. The simplicity of their lives is lost to them, just another day being a creature that can fly above the rest of us.

“You mean so much to us, Y/N. You know that, right? You have more to offer than you give yourself credit for.”

“Dean doesn’t seem to think so.”

He sighs. “So that’s what this is about.”

You start to pull away, but his arm tightens around you. You groan in frustration, snatch some of the emotions rolling through your mind and string them into a coherent thought.

“I just got in the way today, made things dangerous for everyone. It’s like Dean said, it would have been better if I’d just stayed home.”

You feel him shake his head, and you lean back to look up at him with a scowl on your face. “What? You heard him. He literally said-”

“He loves you, you know.”

Your eyes widen, and your mind goes blank for a split second before a whole new wave of thoughts crash through it. “I mean… I know you guys love me. I love you guys, too.”

“He was worried for you today, Y/N. Scared, even. Scared he might lose you. No one could have known that the demon was going to be waiting for us, that they had reinforcements. It was all a huge mess, and you were almost seriously hurt.”

Your brow furrows. “Yeah, but… he yelled at me.”

Sam sighs. “Yeah, he does that.”

You can feel the confusion on your face. “I don’t get it.”

He smiles down at you. “I don’t think Dean does yet, either.”

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You opted to get a bus ticket back home. It was, after all, your right to choose whatever mode of transportation you damn well pleased. And right now that meant not being in the back of the Impala with Dean in the front seat where he could stare you down in the rearview mirror every few seconds.

You also had the right to pack up your stuff and go to the bus stop without saying a word to anyone. Hell, you didn’t even leave a note. Guilt, however, did have you sending a quick text to Sam letting him know you’d see him back home and that you were fine. You then promptly turned your phone to ‘do not disturb’ mode and climbed aboard the bus.

Earbuds in, your favorite playlist blasting, you lean your head back against the seat’s headrest and try to sleep. It should prove to be an easy task because you’re absolutely exhausted, and the walk to the bus station had taken its toll. And yet…

It’s a half moon tonight, and you stare at its bright form in the cloudless sky as cars whiz around you on the road. It’s going to be a good many hours before you’re back, and more than likely another few days before Dean and Sam follow behind you. The guilt of leaving them in the middle of a hunt boils in your gut, threatening to overflow the edges of your current state of sanity.

It’s not like they need you. Sure, you can hold your own with Sam when it comes to the research side of things. You can make coffee in the mornings, throw a meal together for dinner, make sure everyone has what they need. But when it comes to the actual job part of the job, the part where the monster is taken care of and lives are saved… Well, you get to twiddle your thumbs in a room and wait while the guys handle it.

And then there’s the things that they definitely don’t need you for. Don’t want you for. Things that a girl in a black dress and heels can handle.

God, that girl. You don’t even know her name and you hate her. Maybe not knowing her name makes hating her easier, makes her feel less than human to you. If she doesn’t have a name, then you can’t imagine Dean saying it while they…

You let out a low groan, and the person sitting beside you gives you a hard side eye and shifts further away in their seat. You stay quiet after that, but the thoughts raging in your head don’t.

You must have drifted off, because the next thing you hear is the blaring horn of the bus and lively, muffled chatter over the music playing in your ears. You yank your headphones out and raise yourself up to get a better look at whatever is happening, hands clutching the seat in front of you for support while your brain rapidly tries to decipher what the hell is going on.

The horn blares again, followed by obscenities from the driver up front. You whip your head around, trying to see out all the windows.

“Can you believe this guy?” someone says a few rows up.

“They’re going to run someone off the road,” another person chimes in.

You shove your headphones into your jacket pocket and grab your bag before unceremoniously stepping over your seat buddy and making your way into the isle, senses on high alert.

Did the monster we were hunting somehow track me? Get my scent? That’s crazy, right?

One step at a time, using the seats as a makeshift handrail, you get closer to the people who seem to be able to see what’s happening. Your mind is already formulating a plan of escape, all the worst case scenarios playing on a loop with game plans to match them. You finally make it to the front of the bus, a bit breathless and running high on adrenaline.

“Excuse me, what’s going on?”

The bus driver gestures wildly at the cars ahead. “This dumbass.”

And then you see it.

And it’s definitely not a scenario you have an escape plan for.

The handrail above your head is the only thing keeping you on your feet as shock floods your system. You blink your eyes and lean closer to the windshield, the synapses in your brain firing at high speed but still unable to truly connect if what is happening is actual reality or if you’ve somehow slipped into a demented, yet highly vivid, dream. Which would honestly make more sense to you, because…

…that’s the Impala.

Right there.

Directly in front of the bus you’re standing precariously in the isle of.

So close to the front of the bus that if the driver were to tap on the gas he’d rear-end Baby’s back bumper.

“What the hell?” is all you can manage to say. Because what in the hell indeed.

A flannel clad arm, illuminated by the bus’ headlights, sticks out the Impala’s front window, waving off and to the right, a wild gesture that can only be interpreted as ‘pull over’.

“This guy’s insane,” the bus driver mutters.

“You have no idea,” you say under your breath, then a bit louder- “You should probably pull over.”

He glances at you in surprise. “Wait, do you know this moron?”

“Uh-huh-” your grip on the railing above you is now slippery with anxious sweat- “and I don’t think he’s going anywhere.”

The bus’ blinker clicks on, the speedometer needle moving counter-clockwise as the wheel turns to the right, the rumble strip vibrating the floor under your feet as brake lines squeal in protest. All movement is finally halted with one final lurch.

“Do I need to call the police?” the driver asks you.

His offer is very tempting. You let go of the rail, wipe your sweat soaked palm on your pants, and then clap your hand on his shoulder. “I’ll let you know.”

Loud raps on the bus door make you both jump. The glass is tinted, and it’s still dark outside despite the hint of daybreak teasing its appearance on the skyline, but there’s no mistaking the outline of the man on the other side.

“Should I…open the door?”

“Yes!” someone from the back of the bus yells.

You turn your head and look back, perplexed, only to realize that all of the passengers are either halfway standing up in their seat or leaning out into the aisle, watching. Their investment in the unfolding drama is almost on the same level of intensity as your desperation to avoid it.

The bus driver is waiting for you to answer. You don’t want to answer. You also don’t want Dean to break the door down.

So you nod.

And then the door is open, and Dean is staring at you, eyes tight around the edges, hair a bit out of place, as if he’s been running his hands through it.

He doesn’t say anything, just takes the first step onto the bus and holds an open hand out, an offering for you to take it.

And you do.

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“Quit looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

You roll your eyes and flick some flour in Dean’s direction. “Like you’re going to waste away into a pile of dust on the floor if I don’t let you pre-taste the pie.”

His eyes go round. “Wait, you weren’t going to let me have some? Not even the bowl? Come on, Y/N, everyone knows that’s the best part.”

You laugh at the desperation in his voice and spoon the last bit of filling into the crust lined dish. “I don’t even like making pie. I’m only doing this because you asked me to, so…” When he doesn’t respond, you look over. He’s just staring…at the bowl. Feeling the weight of your eyes, he glances up.

“Huh, did you say something?”

You sigh deeply, but there’s a smile on your face as you grip the ceramic and then slide it with a small push across the table into his waiting hands. “Do you want a spoon for-”

His finger is already scraping the remnants from the edges, popping a filling coated finger into his mouth to suck it clean before diving right back in for more.

A snort pushes past your nostrils, quickly evolving into a laugh that has you doubled over, hands on your knees.

“What’s so funny?”

Your laughter turns to a cough just as quickly, and when you do your best to suck it back in something must have gotten snorted in the wrong direction because your diaphragm decides to start spasming, leaving you in a now seated position on the floor with high pitched hiccups squeaking through every few seconds.

Dean hasn’t left the table. He just looks down at you from his seat, licks another finger full of pre-pie into his mouth, and quips - “You good down there?”

“No thanks to-” -hic- “you! Ah, dammit, I-” -hic- “hate hiccups. This isn’t-” -hic- “fair.”

He eventually sets the bowl down and walks over to you, helps you up with a sly grin on his face. “There’s an easy way to get rid of them, you know.”

“Well then-” -hic- “please do share with the-” -hic- “rest of the class.”

He takes a step closer to you, and you instinctively take a step back. But he only moves again, and with your next step your back hits the wall. He’s suddenly close. Very close. His socked feet touch the tips of your bare toes, one arm resting on the wall above your head, his head turned down so he can look you in the eyes. His chest is so close that you’d only need to lean forward to be flush against it, the gray short sleeve he’s wearing outlining his muscles.

Your whole body is warm, and a tingle runs down your spine when he firmly takes your hand in his. You swallow, watch as his eyes dart to your lips. You subconsciously bite the bottom one, an anxious tell you’ve carried all your life.

And then the playful look is gone from his face, shifting into something that holds a deeper intensity. He blinks and clears his throat, moves his arm from the wall and takes a small step back. You’re intently aware that, despite the separation, he’s still holding your hand.

“So, uh-” he clears his throat again- “are they gone?”

You take a deep breath through your nose, try to slow your pounding heartbeat. “What? Is what gone?”

“Your hiccups.”

“Oh.” You breathe deeply again, try to keep your face clear of the emotions that are screaming to be let free. “Um, yeah. Yes.” They’re gone, and with them your ability to breathe properly.

“Awesome.” He gives your hand a small squeeze and then drops it.

“Oooh, are we making pie?” Sam, the blessed knife to cut the uncomfortably thick tension, strides into the kitchen. You let out a sigh of relief at his presence, cut your eyes to Dean one last time before returning to your previous spot at the table.

“Hey, hands off!” you exclaim, smacking Sam’s hand away from where he’d been about to dip it straight into the center of the uncovered pie. “I’m not done with that yet. Maybe Dean will share the mixing bowl with you.”

“Not a chance.” Dean quickly scoops the bowl into the crook of his arm and reclaims his seat. “I called dibs.”

And, just like that, things go back to normal.

But you don’t.

You can’t get the look in Dean’s eyes, the way he was looking at you, out of your head.

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romeo and...cullen? | part 18.

Summary: Y/N Cullen, youngest in both actual age and last to be turned in the Cullen clan. Her world is turned upside down when Bella Swan enters her family’s life, because Bella doesn’t bring just herself but drags some of her friends into the Cullen’s life as well.

Warnings for the Series: light violence, light angst, light smut

Pairing: Jacob Black x reader

Word Count: 2.0k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

You woke up to Jacob walking back into the garage with a breakfast tray in hand. He easily closed the door one handed and returned to you. You had put his sweats back on and wrapped yourself up in the blanket.

“Good morning,” you said, yawning and stretching.

“Morning. We’ve got toast and bacon and juice.”

He sat the tray down between the two of you and you both began to dig in. This space you were existing in with Jacob felt so comfortable, like one you had known your whole life.

“Technically you have one last present. This one’s from everyone. Me, dad, your family, the pack.” Jacob handed you a small envelope.

You set down your piece of toast to grab it.

“Jake what is this? Y’all have already done so much… wait for real? This isn’t happening.”

You were staring at plane tickets. Two that said San Francisco and two that said Hawaii.

“Carlisle said everyone else has had a chance to go vacation on their own but you always stayed behind with them.”

You practically leapt onto your boyfriend, almost sending Jacob back as you hugged him and kissed him.

“We leave after Bella’s wedding.”

You were watching Bella break in her wedding shoes. She looked like an awkward duck. You didn’t want to laugh at your friend but you couldn’t help it. Heels were not for the uncoordinated.

“I’ve been breaking these in for three days, I think I should go barefoot.” Bella turned to Alice.

“Absolutely not.”

“It’s just, you don’t think this is a little much. The dress, the shoes, all of it.”

You couldn’t blame Bella. This wedding was Alice’s dream but Bella didn’t really care about all this. Alice spent the day bossing the boys around and making sure everything for Bella’s wedding tomorrow was perfect.

Jacob held the small bridesmaid’s bouquet of flowers as you tied his tie for him. You heard the click of a camera and saw a quick flash go by.

“Seriously? Pictures, Rose?”

“What? You two looked cute.”

Jacob handed you back your bouquet and you went with Rosalie to go line up for the wedding procession. The ceremony itself went off without any problems. Bella’s wedding really did look great. Although you probably wouldn’t let Alice take over planning for yours, you at least wanted some influence when the time came.

You, Jake, Bella, and Edward all took the same car to the airport. You gave your brother and friend a hug.

“Have fun you two!”

“Bring me back something from San Francisco,” Bella said as she hugged you back tightly.

The Airbnb you stayed at was super close to your old neighborhood. You and Jacob spent the first day buying groceries and settling in. You took him all around the city, showing him your favorite old spots and discovering new things that had been put up since you had left. This trip was just what you needed before summer came to an end and you had one more year of school left.

“(Y/N), I have a serious question to ask you.”

You and Jake were walking along the huge pier in San Francisco.

“Yeah?”

“After you graduate, are you guys just going to leave again? Are you gonna go off to college?”

“Jake I’ve been to college three times now. I don’t really need another degree. I guess we haven’t thought about what we’re doing. After I graduate we’ll still have at least five years before people start to notice and maybe another one or two before they get suspicious. But we’ve got time, I wouldn’t worry too much about it.”

“Alright.” Jacob kissed your forehead. You guys had a couple days left in San Francisco before spending two weeks in Hawaii and going back to Forks.

You were back at the Airbnb setting up a chess board on the floor of the bedroom. Both you and Jacob were in ridiculous couples underwear and t-shirts that read “I ❤ San Fran” that you had picked up at a tourist shop on the pier.

“Do you already know how to play?”

Jacob shook his head and you began showing him the rules. “Edward taught me how.”

“You sure you two aren’t actually related?” Jake asked as he made his first move.

“Hmm?”

“You two are so much alike sometimes. Same music, same hobbies, same wavelength of thinking.”

You laughed and continued to play. When the game finished— you beat Jacob— you got up to get lunch for both of you. Jacob stood up and pulled you back by the band of your underwear.

“Jake,” you whined as your back met his chest.

“Yes, princess?”

He laughed and turned you around so he could kiss you. You still weren’t able to fully drop the shield you had around yourself but moments when you were eating or intimate you let your powers go, enjoying the full sensation of everything.

Jacob’s hands found their way to his favorite part of you, gripping your butt harshly. You jumped slightly as the first spank landed on your ass. Jacob rubbed the area where the first one landed, soothing the slight sting before spanking you a few more times.

“What about lunch?” you asked. The words came out choppy as Jacob reached into your underwear, fingers moving in and out of you.

“The Chinese food can wait, I’m not that hungry.” Jacob mumbled against your lips. “Are you?”

“I think I’m hungry for something else.”

Jacob’s fingers paused momentarily as you reached into his boxer briefs. It was your turn to have him moaning against your lips. His blood smelled even sweeter when he was overwhelmed and turned on; and, you wanted nothing more than to keep that scent going. Jacob watched as you pulled his underwear down, stepping out of them without much thought.

His hands worked their way into your hair. Jacob could come undone right then and there with the way you looked up at him. He helped you stand up and you both made your way over to the bed.

The scent of your blood singer gave you the overwhelming urge to take control. You took Jacob’s shirt off before removing your own clothes. Jacob growled as you were on top of him, both of you slightly breathless. You were getting closer when you heard a slight cracking noise. Jacob gripped your hips to stop you.

“Wait, (Y/N).”

You looked at where Jacob was staring. Underneath his fingers were slight cracks. You both watched as the cracking closed and turned to bruises before slowly fading completely. Jacob sat up a bit, removing his hands from anywhere near the area.

“Shit, I’m so sorry (Y/N). I let myself go too much.”

You knew something seemed different this time. “Jake it’s fine. I like it when you let go completely, I know you want to.”

“I can’t. Look, I just hurt you.”

“I’m fine, it would just be some normal bruising if I was fully human. I’m a vamp, our skin’s so tough we crack and break not bruise.”

“But if it’s not just bruising, I’m actually breaking—”

“Jacob, look at me.” You grabbed the sides of his face. “I’m tough, okay. I don’t want you to hold back anymore, not at all. Let go completely. The cracks are bruises, like a hickey.”

“(Y/N)…”

“I’m your imprint aren’t I?”

Jacob nodded, feeling slightly turned on again at the sound of you saying imprint.

“So you know when I’m in pain.”

You began to roll your hips again, placing Jacob’s hands back on you. He held on a little tighter. Jacob was turned on but still nervous as he watched little cracks form under his fingers before turning into bruises.

“Does it feel like I’m in pain, Jacob?”

He focused completely on the imprint bond and couldn’t feel any pain only bliss and pleasure at that moment. Jacob flipped the two of you over so that he was now on top, letting go completely exactly like you asked. He was starting to actually enjoy the little cracks his hands made and the way you seemed to jump a little in extra pleasure when it happened.

You couldn’t think straight. The pace he set was fast and rough. Jacob was spurred on by your little mumbles of his name, the obscene way you moaned, and the feeling of your cold fingers running up and down his arms and back.

“Harder,” you whispered.

Jacob smiled, happy to oblige you. Your phone rang on your nightstand and he looked over.

“It’s your brother.”

“Probably checking in on us. Ignore it, I’ll call back later.”

The phone went dead and you kept going before it rang again. Jacob pulled out and you answered the phone, frustrated.

“What, Emmett?”

You swung your legs over the bed and let them dangle there. Out of everyone it just had to be Emmett. He loved to talk and his conversations could take literal hours.

“Hey, (Y/N).” Something in his voice sounded kind of odd but you couldn’t place it. “How is the vacation?”

“The vacation’s just great, Em. We were having a really good time.” You tried to emphasize without giving away exactly what you and Jake were doing, hoping Emmett would get some kind of a clue and hang up.

“Fun. So you and Jacob are doing good?”

“Yes. We are doing fine, no injuries, no sicknesses, no money issues.”

Jacob smiled as you looked over at him and rolled your eyes. He lazily rubbed on your thighs while you talked to Emmett. You watched Jacob’s smile go devilish. You gave him a questioning look as he got off the bed.

“Right now? We didn’t do much of anything today, it’s a pretty quiet day in San Fran—”

Jacob was looking up at you from between your thighs, watching your reaction.

“(Y/N), honey are you okay?”

You heard Esme’s voice.

“Yeah…sorry, I got distracted. Emmett am I on speaker?” You had to collect yourself as Jacob went down on you. He was reveling in the fact that you were struggling to keep composure.

“Yeah, the whole family’s here.”

You heard a chorus of ‘hi (Y/N) hi Jacob’ and barely choked out a hi as Jacob spread your legs out further. Jacob lifted his head for a moment to say hi to your family.

“So you guys are still in San Francisco?”

“Yeah, for another day or two.”

“How quickly can you get home?”

“WHAT Emmett?”

Your hand flew to Jacob’s hair. Hopefully, the raised voice hadn’t made anyone think anything suspicious. You could feel Jacob smirk at your last reaction.

“Sorry. You guys are gonna have to cut your vacation short. We need you to come back like now.”

“Now?”

“We have a problem back home.”

“Okay, fine…we’ll be back tomorrow evening.”

“Tomorrow evening?!” You heard the exasperated voice of Edward.

“Yes, Ed. Jake and I still have to pack…” Jacob stood you up so he could finish the fingering he had started earlier. “And book new flights.”

“Ok. See you tomorrow evening.”

“Yeah, tomorrow.”

“Sorry to cut your vacation short, (Y/N). I know you guys were looking forward to Hawaii.”

You had to hold the phone down and bite your lip as you came on Jake’s hand.

He picked up the phone with his other hand, no problem, not stopping his relentless pace with you.

“It’s alright, Hawaii can wait. I think we got plenty of time.” Jacob saved for you as you were finally calming down, holding his shoulders for support.

“We’ll see you tomorrow, bye guys.”

You hung up the phone and pushed Jacob jokingly.

“Really? While everyone was on the phone?”

“I think you liked it.” Jacob kissed your lips and you could taste yourself on him. “Are you okay to go one more round?”

You smacked his butt. “After what you just pulled I don’t know if I should let you get off.”

You giggled as Jacob rolled his eyes and pulled you towards him. You melted into his kiss before he turned you around and bent you over the bed.

“We’re back. There better be a good reason we’re not surfing the beaches of Honolulu right now.” You walked into your house with Jacob.

Everyone was gathered awkwardly towards the front. Despite being very worried about what they were going to tell you, your brothers were ready to beat the crap out of Jacob when you two entered the living room. The hickeys on your neck and bruising on your wrists hadn’t faded from yesterday. The cracks only closed up this morning. When you gave Jacob permission to not hold himself back, he really didn’t. Your brothers couldn’t stop staring, you wanted to shrink into Jacob’s side.

Edward stopped looking at the marks and attempted to look you in the eye. “Bella’s pregnant.”

You and Jake raced past your siblings.

“(Y/N/N), Jake? Is that you?” Bella’s voice rang out.

“She’s been asking for you two,” Rose said as she helped Bella stand up.

You looked at your friend who was pale, deathly skinny, and heavily pregnant. None of it made sense you and Jacob were only gone for two weeks. Even if you had gone to Hawaii, it would only have been a month.

“What the hell did you do?!” Jacob turned to Edward. You put a hand on him, stopping him from going after your brother.

“I didn’t know it was possible,” Edward said.

“Carlisle, what is it?” you asked your father.

“I don’t know… the ultrasound and needles won’t penetrate the embryonic sac.”

“I can’t see it either,” Alice told you. “And I can’t see Bella’s future anymore.”

“Edward, what did you do…” you whispered looking at Bella. She whimpered in pain and you were by her side in an instant, making it all go away.

(Part 19)...

#jacob black x reader #twilight fic

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STUCK

|| SHORT DRABBLE||

#SYNOPSIS— Running away from the white death

#WARNING(s)— mentions of unhealthy obsession/fixation,mentions of forced relationship, intent on kidnapping

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You wouldn't be honest if you said you weren’t feeling anxious. Here you were, looking back over your shoulder as you boarded a bullet train. Hurriedly taking a seat in the nearest corner. You could never be too sure of your surroundings. That much you discovered thanks to your "beloved lover” The cart was very silent, it was making you feel uneasy. It wasn’t until later that you realized you were in the ‘silent car’ It was peaceful— so peaceful. Something you hadn’t gotten in the past few years. Only a short while had passed when the silence was broken by three men. They were bickering amongst themselves clearly being agitated and overworked. One was obviously under some sort of substance clearly being escorted by the other two men. You didn't really comprehend who he was until you got a closer look at his face.

It was the son of your ‘ dear lover ‘ However there were rumors that he had been taken hostage by a gang and was being held for ransom. You never made an effort to know just how he got kidnapped exactly. Having no desire to learn anything about that man’s offspring. Your gaze darted from left to right as you nervously gnawed at your lips. It wasn’t a coincidence— nothing was ever a coincidence. Your breathing was erratic as you tried making sense of the situation. You couldn't imagine going back to that man. There were tears running down your cheeks. You should have known better than to think it was just a coincidence. You managed to secure a ticket on the bullet train by some miracle. You wiped away any possible tear-streaked traces as you sniffled through your emotions. After gathering yourself, you decided to put up a fight and not be treated lightly. You won’t be taken easily.

But as you heard the two men arguing back and forth, your brief moment of clarity was broken. They continued to glance at your spot before returning to their phone. ❝ It can't be that simple—that much for her, ❞ the taller of the two whispered harshly ❝Listen, mate— that's the fuckin target ❞ the other one would say while rolling his eyes. ❝ just hurry it up ❞ He was a well-dressed man, and the color of his clothes complemented his eyes. And he was approaching you confidently with an endearingly smiling. He had curly brown chesnut hair and pearly white teeth with a mustache complimenting his looks. He was handsome you noted— but either way he was hired to take you back. You had nowhere else to go as he moved closer, causing your breath to become labored. He would undoubtedly drag you back into the man's grasp. And it appeared that he had noticed you frantic state.

❝ Hey—hey ❞ he said, encouraging you to adopt a relaxed posture. ❝ I just need you to make this easy for me, sweetheart, ❞ he added ❝ I've already had a fuckin day with these twats ❞ you glared at him with narrowed brows, letting out a series of gurgling laughs. Your lips began to twist into a wicked, crafty smile. You had previously emphasized that you wouldn't be taken lightly. You stood up in a false fury and screamed at the top of your lungs. Raising your hand, you slapped his cheek ❝ How dare you— You pervert! Disgusting man, you! You are not allowed to grope me while I'm sleeping just because I'm dozing off! Outrageous—piece of shit! ❞ you launched into a tirade against him in an effort to get the other passengers' attention, and it was successful. The man appeared as though he was unable to realize that he had been smacked and was now being called a pervert.

He struggled to speak while feverishly shaking his head in denial. He made gestures with his arms raised as he attempted to diffuse the situation caused by other passengers hurling objects at him. ❝ I was merely attempting to wake her!❞ You packed your belongings and scoffed. Giving him one last look before slapping him again. ❝ You wench—, you! ❞ His hand reached out to stroke his swollen cheek. You huffed and stepped away from the scene. Hurriedly opened the door, sweat running down your face. You were horrified by what you had done. You’ve hit an escort that was hired by your lover and had gotten away with it.

You choose to put your bags in a random holder after fumbling with them. encountering a gentleman with heavy glasses, a bucket hat on top, and long, shaggy blonde hair. He appeared to be trying to blend in by dressing poorly ❝ I'm sorry, but have you seen a silver suitcase with a sticker on it? ❞ You immediately noticed it in the corner of your eyesight. The wheels in your thoughts started to turn as you turned to look back at the man ❝ I apologize for the mess, but here it is! ❞ You handed the man the silver bag bearing a train-themed sticker ❝ Thank you very much❞ he left without another word, seemingly oddly happy. There was something going on in this train and you didn’t want to stay and figure it out. Getting off was top priority.

#Drabble #drabbles #white death #bullet train #movie #white death x reader #the white death #bullet train x reader

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After Hours: ViktorxFem!Reader Part 3

Summary: Standing on the freezing streets of Piltover, you’re having a hell of a shift trying to bring customers in to your club for drinks. You see a pair of Academy students headed your way--one is eager enough, but the other is much more of a challenge to win over, and you like a challenge.

Part One

Part Two

SFW (spicy in the next chapter I promise!!): After your date with Viktor, you return to work, hoping against all odds that you’ll see him again, that he’s different from the men you’ve known in the past. You are in for a surprise, in more ways that one.

Sorry I’ve been gone so long bbys! I got diagnosed with several chronic health conditions and only just got a medication that works and allows me to sit upright for more than 20 minutes so we back!!!!

Perhaps we can do it again sometime.

The words repeat in your mind as you go about your morning chores—afternoon, really, given that you’ve woken at half past three. Problem is, of course, you have no idea how to contact Viktor, as exhausted and tipsy you had been the night before.

He had mentioned being assistant to the Dean, but you would rather swallow nails than march up to the Academy in your stiletto boots looking for whomever the Dean was, and trying to explain yourself.

Well, you see, your assistant stopped by my hostess club and we went out after. No, it wasn’t what it sounds like, he’s kind, not the type to—

Janna above, even the more thought is making you want to sink into the floorboards. This kind of chasing isn’t your style to begin with. You kept your distance, preferring to be alone.

It wasn’t loneliness if it was self-imposed, right?

You try to distract yourself by getting basic household work done, packing your bag for the club—most of your outfits and makeup are in your dressing room, but there’s always essentials to refill, things you keep forgetting in the chaos of the day.

It’s not until you’re in the dressing room, digging through your cubby for something to wear that you let yourself hope. Viktor knows where you work. Maybe, just maybe, he’ll stop by and visit.

If you’re lucky, he won’t bring his friend and you’ll have him all to yourself.

The thought of entertaining Viktor for the evening has you buzzing with nervous energy, your palms sweating and heartbeat picking up despite yourself. Suddenly every detail of your ensemble has to be perfect, just so. You paw through your limited stock of dresses over and over again, wondering what his favorite color is, what he would think if he saw you in this outfit or another.

Unlike many of the wealthy Piltover girls who work in the club, you don’t have many options, but poverty has given you ingenuity and creativity; the ability to style one piece ten ways, making everything stretch far further than it needs to. Mending holes late into the evening, turning rips and wear into sex appeal.

Finally you settle on an old favorite: a short pink plaid dress with a ruffled hem and fake diamond brooch at the bow placed strategically near your cleavage. Sheer black stockings with a ruffled pink garter belt. You take extra time with your hair, teasing and curling it into oblivion and putting small pink paper flowers you made into the teased mess. Black stilettos, your usual distinctive eye makeup and a spritz of perfume later, and you’re ready to go.

The other girls are giving you looks at your extra effort, whispering amongst themselves, but you ignore them. Being number one at the club means something different to you than to them.

For you, it’s a ticket to a better life not just for you but for so many you care for, those who look up at you with wide eyes when you visit every week, your heart aching as you desperately wish you could do more.

For them, it’s a shiny trophy to put on a shelf, another notch on the proverbial bedpost.

You knew in your heart that Viktor would understand. After your conversation in the coffee shop you realized that was a shared trait between the two of you: a desire to make it Topside in the hopes of bettering the lives of those in Zaun, where your roots are.

How could you not hope, meeting someone like that? The giddy energy you got from his kiss had carried you up until this moment and you start your shift bubbly, full of smiles.

He could walk through the door at any moment, after all.

As the night goes on, however, that bubbly energy fades, replaced by anxiety at first, then disappointment, and finally, anger. Anger is better than hurt. Anger is better than dashed hopes.

Stupid, you tell yourself. You were so stupid to get your heart and your head carried away by a man, even if he was a handsome man who spoke your language, who was so sweet and gentle—

No!

You’re not doing this. You’re not falling into his trap. Men were all the same, you saw that well enough from your job. This was why you didn’t give your heart away. Too much of this back and forth, a push—pull you couldn’t afford.

By the time your shift is over you can barely disguise your anger, and your boss has you in the back, lest you scare off any potential customers.

You don’t even bother getting changed; you don’t want to look at yourself in the mirror. You’re afraid that if you do you’ll burst into tears. Instead you shrug your coat on and trade your heels for a pair of flats and storm out of the club, thankful for the day off tomorrow. A day off to curl up in bed and mope in a blanket roll of self pity.

Pathetic? Maybe.

But the only one judging would be your cat, so you’ll take it.

You’re regrettably sober, as you had pretended to drink far more than you actually did this shift, worried that if you actually got drunk you would start crying or throwing things or both. The streets are deserted as they often are at this hour and almost home, so absorbed in your thoughts that you don’t notice him until you collide, your face making contact with his waistcoat.

He’s so tall, and you know that scent of library books and coffee—it’s been living in your mind since the kiss.

“Miss (y/n)?”

Gods, this cannot be happening.

You back up, hands on your hips. “What are you doing here?”

Viktor has the gall to look bashful, the bastard. He runs his hand through his perpetually messy brown locks. “I, ehrm, left you a letter in your mailbox. I realize I had mentioned we should see each other again and then had given you no way to contact me to make arrangements—“

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. Barely. “At 2 am?”

He looks at you with those wide honey-whisky eyes. “It’s 2 am?”

“Yes, Viktor, it’s two in the morning. I was at work.”

“Ah. I am sorry. I was working late at the lab and lost track of the time; I had no idea. I apologize for the imposition.”

You sigh. As loath as you are to admit it, you find it difficult to stay angry with Viktor, especially when he looks at you in that way, so eager and sweet and genuinely apologetic. You should know better and yet your judgment seems to fly out the window anytime you are in his vicinity.

“Well, it would be rude of me not to invite you in,” you say, reaching in your pocket for your keys.

“Truly, Miss (y/n), I wouldn’t want to bother you.”

“Viktor, it’s fine. I have the day off tomorrow. And didn’t I ask you to call me (y/n)?”

He gives you a small smile. “If you insist, (y/n).”

When you open the door to your place, the small attic apartment you call home, your cat chirps at you in greeting. She pads over to Viktor, who holds out his hand to her.

“That’s Koko,” you tell him, and he gives her a scratch behind her ears. “She’s a menace to society.”

“I have difficulty believing that,” he replies.

You hang up your coat on the rack by the door and you realize Viktor is not, in fact, immune to the effort you had put into your appearance earlier. You catch his gaze lingering at the pink ruffled garters and grin. Cross back over to him, close enough to press yourself against him, your hands lingering on the buttons of his waistcoat.

“Do you like my dress?” You ask him innocently, blinking with those spiky false lashes.

Spots of pink appear on those sharp cheekbones. “It’s very—you’re very…” He pauses, bites his lower lip. “Pretty.”

“Just pretty?” Oh, this is fun.

“I’m not certain if everything else on my mind is too forward,” he murmurs, and you raise a brow.

“I think I can be the judge of that.”

His hand encircles your waist, the other cups your chin. “Miláčku. Mayn oytser. Shayna maydel—I….” That hand cupping your chin, fingers brushing across your cheek, “I have struggled to focus on my work today, I must admit. I lose track of time on the best of days, however….”

“However?”

“My mind keeps wandering. To you.”

This, this you could drink in for days; his shyness, the terms of endearment in your shared language. Darling. My treasure. Pretty girl. He’s a romantic, this Viktor, and Janna help you, you want nothing more than to watch him come undone under your touch.

This time when he kisses you, there’s heat beneath that sweetness and you bite his lower lip in your desperate need, his tongue slipping into your mouth.

When you break for air, his cheeks bright red now, foreheads pressed together, his nose nuzzling gently against yours, its less of an invitation, more of a command.

“Bed. Viktor, please.”

#viktor arcane #arcane viktor #viktor #arcane fanfic #viktor x reader #viktor x reader fic #viktor x reader arcane #viktor imagines #my fic writing #my fic #sorry i've been gone so long #i love you all #viktor my beloved

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talesfrombrk · 1 year

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phishy business, or how to watch a concert for free

The first thing that you’ll notice at the Phish concert is that you’re probably the youngest one there. I found myself surrounded by an assortment of deadheads, dreadheads, and middle-aged men who looked like they’d just finished up a shift at the local record shop. You know the type. Many held in their hands the largest whipit balloons I had ever seen, purchased from the numerous enterprising vendors with nitrous tanks large enough to supply a dentist's office for weeks.

Let me be completely honest here: I am not a fan of Phish. Before the concert, I found their music to be mediocre at best, a jam band whose music should have perhaps stayed in the garage. What I am a fan of, however, is people, places, and things with a cult following. And if I have to give Phish credit for anything, it’s their fans.

The line into the Greek Theater spanned several blocks. Walking through was a funny experience due to the juxtaposition of the Phishheads and the intrigued Greek life students walking home or to class. I found myself somewhere in between the two groups- dressed in a long skirt and sweater I felt a bit like a kid dressed in hippie cosplay. And the Grateful Dead bucket hat didn't help.

So, what is Phish? By definition, Phish is an “American rock band formed in Burlington, Vermont, in 1983. The band is known for musical improvisation, extended jams, blending of genres, and a dedicated fan base” (Wikipedia). What they're really known mostly for their live performances. Their fans claim that no two shows are ever the same, as they rely heavily on improvisation in both music and lighting.

The music started to make more sense as I got higher throughout the night. I suppose being able to openly smoke weed is one of the benefits to not being willing to spend $300+ on a general admission ticket, or $500 for the three-day pass, although the people inside didn’t seem like they were having any trouble. My friend and I watched from the parking lot above the theater, where several other groups had set up camp.

The band continued their semi-melodic tunes into the chilly Spring night, waltzing about with their improvisational guitar tunes. While I couldn’t quite make out the performers, the sound was just fine, perhaps even better, from up above.

When the three days of Phish-tivities were finally over, I found myself walking by the Greek Theater on my way home, melancholically missing walking through the block-long lines of the people who I will likely one day join. And when I do, I hope to see people like me walking by; young, curious, well-dressed, and in search of aneurism-inducing quantities of nitrous.

Side story: I went out to a bar the next night and met a man whose word slurring I thought was simply from his incredible inebriation. Turned out he was just from Virginia. But I knew who he was here for.

We talked about the band for a bit, and frankly if I weren’t so inebriated myself I likely would have picked up some interesting tidbits. I told him what I thought about the band (I don’t love them, but I love things with a cult following) and he laughed and said he liked my answer. He was having a great time here in the Bay, he said. All I really remember from the conversation was that he loved Phish.

He bought me a drink later (as a Southern gentleman, he assured me, he had a wife at home). Unfortunately, the bar was cash only and he had none, so I ended up paying for it myself. But all was well, it was closing time anyways. He wandered out into the streets in search of an afterparty at 2 am on a Tuesday. I headed home.

Glossary

Phishheads- According to Urban Dictionary, a follower of fish; one who hates wilson

Wilson- A song by Phish, described by some as the seed that sprouted the whole thing. Wilson is a song in the overarching saga called “Gamehendge”, which spans about 10 songs. Wilson is a character who embodies corruption, unchecked ambition, and greed.

Jam band- a musical group whose concerts and live albums are characterized by lengthy improvisational jams. Famous jam bands include the Grateful Dead, Blues Traveler, the Dave Mathews Band, Phish, and Santana.

Shakedown- Shakedown Street is a phrase coined by the Grateful Dead which describes the parking lot of a jam band where vending takes place. Food, alcohol, clothing, jewelry, and tickets are sold in this lively little community area.

Phish Lot- The Phish take on a Shakedown. The Facebook group describes It as “a connection network of sellers, buyers, and kids who just like to look!” Aww, I feel included :)

Phish.net- your ultimate source for all. things. Phish. There, you can find recaps of pretty much every show.

#prose #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #phish #hippie #jam band #journal #writing #berkeley #greek theater

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somemydayy · 2 years

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Relationship! w/ Stray Kids

Chan— for the last three years you were stuck with the same terribly boring ballet partner. so when the cutest, and get this actually talented guy decided to joined the class. you might have maybe begged Shin Ryujin to trade partners at the cost of setting her up on a date, with your older brother. sorry bro, but love trumpets all.

Minho— you and minho has been classmates since kindergarten and for that, he detested you like no other. you always knew the right words to say to get under his skin. one day he spotted on your way to school, with terrible dark circles and ridiculous bed hair. he couldn’t contain his curiosity, and so he approached. just as he made his way towards you, he saw you chase after a cat, who so happened to run down the street, and up a old tree near your school. it was almost impressive seeing you run after the little thing. you weren’t exactly a track-star, and as horrible as it seemed minho liked seeing you struggle just a bit. but nonetheless being the good samaritan he was, he went to safe the lost angel. he finally was able to save the poor thing. at first he was puzzled by the sincerity of your thanks he received from you. he was surprised to say the least, he’ll never admit it, but he can tolerate you a little bit more now. but let’s make thing clear he likes your cat, not you. that is for now, at least.

Changbin— is the local tattoo artist you admire and wants to get a tattoo from, but he always declines to schedule a appointment. claiming he’s super booked at the moment. to bad your kinda dense, and this excuse worked for the last three years. but truth be told changbin thinks your already a beautiful work of art. in short he always declines booking a session, as a excuse to keep seeing you. being the well known and respectable artist he is, in the industry. no one questioned why he put you on they’re blacklist just in case.

Hyunjin— he’s your enemy turned friend turned lover, need I say more? you were jealous of his long silky hair, but he recommended his shampoo-conditioner combo. and now your in love.

Han— he likes horror movies so when he over hears you, a well liked, and very pretty might he add, classmate saying you had an extra ticket to the newest exorcist movie his ears perked up; and he ultimately volunteered, tribute. but poor guy, ended up biting more then he could chew. he screamed, and yelled all throughout the movie, and eventually got you both kicked out of the theater. but it wasn’t all that bad, because he got to hold your hand. and even got to exchanged phone numbers with you. so as a apology he bought you cheesecake at this near by cafe he enjoys, and you both decided to do a retake of your failed movie date, but this time horror was off the table.

Felix— your childhood best friends with felix. and you love squishing his face in your palms, just so you can count his freckles. but it’s frustrating because you always lose count, and have to start all over, again. felix won’t admit it but he doesn’t mind the way you stare at him. or the way he thinks it’s adorable how your eyebrows scrunch. or how your rosy cheeks blush every time he moves closer, or how your rosy pink lips move. he likes it when you count, his freckles. but he likes it even more when you lose count, because he can get to look at you even longer.

Seungmin— you where his best friend since kindergarten so you knew him pretty well, or you hoped so. all his good and bad qualities. but for the life of you, couldn’t figure out why seungmin for as long as you have knew him never introduced you; or better yet why he never had a girlfriend? you wondered. one day after a study session with the said boy, you were cleaning up and noticed he forgot some textbooks. you decided to organize them and put them away for now. as you picked them up a notebook fell, and you swore you stopped breathing as you read from the now open pages. “she’s so beautiful, words can’t even begin to describe it. she’s my whole world and more. I truly believe, I’m in love.” at that moment you felt your stomach twist in a thousand knots. seungmin liked someone, but you weren’t happy about it. and somehow you found yourself putting away the journal on your shelf with the rest of the forgot books you never bother reading, twice.

Jeongin— you were one year his senior and just happened to tutor him, back in his first year of high school. like many he was a poor adolescent with bad acne and braces. he could never imagine himself talking, let alone being tutored by you. but here you were, the most intelligent, and beautiful girl he had ever set eyes on, lecturing him on the importance of quadratic equations. and he really thanked the higher beings he was failing algebra.

#drabble #image #scenario #kpop scenarios #Koop skz #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz chan #skz minho #skz changbin #skz han #skz hyunjin #skz seungmin #skz jeongin

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kcarkwright · 2 years

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ARKWRIGHT'S PREPTOBER LESSONS: Figuring out your plots. Yes, plural.

Ah, plot. Gotta love it. Unfortunately.

A good story is really just two stories hiding in a trench coat, trying to buy tickets to a film they're definitely not old enough to watch.

So, every story should have a PLOT A and a PLOT B. PLOT A should remain about that main conflict, the protagonist vs. the Big Bad™. PLOT B should be about the Major Character's personal arc through their journey.

And, if you're writing a series, you get to add PLOT C, the directional plot of the series as a whole.

Yay. Three responsibilities.

Anyways, while abandoning these and just writing sounds so ideal — it isn't gonna work. A Plot Outline is like a treasure map, guiding you to your precious treasure: finishing your fucking book. Without it? You'll probably get lost. Maybe eaten by a kraken or something.

Here is a thread of how to format each of your plots, starting with PLOT A.

PLOTLINE A – how the story gets told.

PLOT A is more like a road map: Major Character needs to get from point a to point b. Except, a giant fucking hurricane had just blown through, turning this simple drive into a little adventure full of fallen wires, flooded roadways, and hey, let’s add alligators, because why not? Maybe the drive is to escape the hellscape known as Florida.

That hurricane is the Inciting Incident. The big shebang that changes the entire course of the whole drive. Usually, the inciting incident is out of the Major Character’s hands – but who knows! Maybe they caused it directly by pissing off the great and powerful Florida Man. It’s up to you! You get to ruin their day in any special way you want.

Now, Major Character has hopped into their ol’ 2005 Kia Hatchback, a trusty vehicle Major Character has used for every drive since they’ve had their license, and starts off, a trunk full of boxes and a mind full of…mountains. Yeah. Mountains. Nothing bad ever happens in the mountains, right? Rarely are there any tornadoes, inclines would help with the flooding. And Major Character has always wanted to have a white Christmas!

The mountains. That’s where Major Character will be happy, and safe, and away from the fUCKING GATORS–

But, haha! Fate in the form of a sleep-deprived and caffeine-addicted author has decided to make Major Character’s rerouting absolute hell. Why?

For fun, obvs.

So this old Hatchback is chugging along as well as it can – there’s still severe winds after all, and the roads are just so slick – until it gets to the true damage of the storm. The intersection is absolutely submerged in a flood patch, a drainage pipe at the north of it just pouring gallon after gallon into it in a violent rush. But like, even then, the water doesn’t look too high. Major Character can still see the legs of the stop signs and they look about the same height as normal. And besides, they’ve got Hatchback on their side! This car has survived 18 wrecks, a dozen hurricanes, multiple break-ins, and a lightning strike, if the carfax is to be believed. It can easily make it through this glorified puddle. So, with faith in their dependable old friend, Major Character pushes forward –

And immediately waterlogs the engine.

This is all a metaphor, of course, for your Plot Point One. You can interpret this instance to fit your tale in any way you wish: did Major Character ignore all the warning signs and push through anyways, becoming a victim of their own hubris? Did they put too much faith in their tools because it’s gotten them out of every issue so far? Have they simply never heard the phrase “turn around, don’t drown”?

The Major Character’s reasoning for this first plot point is up to you, and is going to be a part of your Plot B. Don’t stress too hard about it yet.

I find Plot Point One to work best for the story if it strips something from the protagonist. Because now, that road trip has become a hike, exposing Major Character to the natural elements of the inciting incident, forcing them to adapt. And by stripping away the tool Major Character depended on, this makes it soooo much easier to kick them while they’re down.

My OCs love me, can’t you tell?

The journey for Major Character is so much harder now, but they keep on, more determined than ever to leave because holy FUCK they hate Florida. So they trek on with cuffed jeans, dealing with the effects of being Hatchbackless when they turn a corner, aiming to take a road that – surprise – was swept away by the flooding, now a patch of cement-sprinkled dirt, rushing along in a landslide.

This is a bit on-the-nose, sure, but sometimes we need it to be: there’s no more road for them to take. Plot Point Two, I believe, works best when you next take their choice of progress. Their chance of moving forward on the obvious and safest path. They’re either going to have to admit defeat and stay in the Sunshine State, or find a new way out.

Your Plot Point Two is also known as the Midpoint, the middle of your book. And I feel like it’s a good time for an intermission, and to mention something important.

At minimum, you need three plot points.

Minimum. MINIMUM. Not max, not total – minimum. This map is kinda like a Dora the Explorer map, and we need 3 stops on the trail for the episode to feel complete – but that isn’t the set amount we’re allowed to have. You can torture your Major Character in any way you please! And the Plot Points aren’t the only action you’re allowed to have in your story! Major Character has to get to the Plot Points, after all. Your Plot Points are your “Because [instance] happened, [instance] occurs next.” That’s where most authors feel daunted with their writing. Everything I’m typing here is to fit your basic (see: boring) Plot Structure. But this isn’t a set rule. You aren’t legally required to heed this advice to the letter. Just have those major points, those important instances that change how the Major Character takes this journey, and you can fill in the details of how they get there later. You don’t have to know your story inside out. You’re allowed to be clueless in some parts of your story; I find letting the setting and Major Character interact without my consistent interference is where some of my best writing happens.

Anyways, yeah, back to our regularly scheduled program.

Landslide. Major Character can’t go that way now! It isn’t safe, and besides, they don’t have the tools to get past. Even trusty Ol’ Hatchback wouldn’t have made that, if Major Character hadn’t sent it to an early grave. This Plot Point is where (! in my opinion !) you want to give Major Character the opportunity to change. Y’know, against their will. They don’t want to go a different, unmapped way, but they also don’t want to stay in Florida. So, with a grit in their teeth and a determination that exceeds their fear, they step off the known trail, over the guard rail and into the unknown.

Allow your Major Character the chance to begin shining, here. They find they’re actually not bad at navigating a post-hurricane bog. All those years in some made-up cub scouts equivalent somehow survived in the back of their mind. Sure, mosquitoes might be chewing away at exposed skin, and their fucking socks are wet, but Major Character is making progress. Finding a way out has been hell, but Major Character finally, FINALLY, feels like they can do it.

You see that hope? That assurance and confidence? Yeah, snuff it out like the Hatchback.

Major Character sees a highway overpass up ahead! Of course; if they take the highway, maybe walk it or hitchhike, they’ll get out of Florida waaaay quicker than if they just traveled random backroads by foot! Of course, they have to get on the highway first – and it just so happens that the on-ramp to this overpass is littered in sunbathing gators.

Plot Point Three is most fun most fun when you dangle a saving grace like a doughnut on a stick – right behind a major obstacle. The prize is so goddamn close, they can see the tape on the wrapping! And yet, it’s like they’re at square one.

Now, freeze frame on Major Character and the alligators: Plot Point Three is going to be the most important part of your book. Not the inciting incident, not your climax: Plot Point Three, iN My oPiNiOn, makes the rest of the book. Because your choices here will bleed into what makes the Climax.

Because from Plot Point Three will be born three beasts:

The Disaster

The Crisis

The Absolve

THE DISASTER is where you want everything to go to hell in a handbasket. Gators? In my roadway? It’s more likely than you think. Dozens of powerful jawed dinosaurs just waiting to eat Major Character. In fact, a scaly guy just at the edge of the gator gang has spotted Major Character. Why is it turning to face them? Oh god, it’s rushing towards Major Character–

Major Character isn’t fully unequipped; being Floridian, they’ve been taught since grade school to zigzag to escape a pursuing alligator. And just a ways away is a tree with a low hanging branch Major Character can use to hoist themselves up higher, away from the beast.

But Major Character wasn’t told how goddamn fast gators were on those stubby little legs, how it could snap side to side easily and only needed a few seconds to readjust itself before it was back on their tail, a jaw with an impossible number of teeth always getting too close to Major Character’s achilles before another zig or zag. Every close snap came with a breeze that warned Major Character, threatened them, but if they just dug their feet in, maybe used trees as cover when they dodged, they’d make it.

The gator keeps in pace, only just missing their legs from their constant jukes, but the branch is right there, splintery and wet as Major Character grips it and jumps, the spittle from the gator peppering their pants as they clambered up the tree and away from the monster, leaving it to groan dissatisfied in their wake.

THE CRISIS is the panic attack Major Character gets to have in the tree. Not just because they were almost eaten by Godzilla’s weaker cousin, but they’re now stuck in a tree. All metaphorical, of course: they’re now stuck in place, unable – and honestly, too fuckin’ scared – to move forwards. How are they supposed to get passed…13, 14, 15…yeah, fifteen gators?! They’re not Steve Irwin! They barely even qualify as a hiker! And now they’re stuck in a tree, a gator happily making a place in the shade to sleep for the night, and…

They’re trapped. They can’t get out of this elm, or Florida.

Major Character tries to rest, exhausted from running away and hiking and climbing and the allergic reactions from the mosquito bites…but it never really settles in. They stay in that in between, still privy to the sounds of their surroundings – and consistently getting startled awake by them. There’s the rumble of a gator clearing its throat that nearly sends Major Character out of the tree with their violent jerk, the constant harassment from the bugs keep them from truly settling, and there’s that crackling hum that keeps randomly snapping–

Major Character looks for the noise, finding a fallen wire insulated all but at its end, the frayed ends of still-live electricity shooting volts into the air. A cicada buzzes just a little too close and gets fried midair, turned to toast-smelling ash before it even had the chance to realize this was the end.

That wire…the idea was stupid, but as Major Character watches an anoli lizard scuttle across the insulated part and remain unarmed…maybe they can use it.

[i am legally required to tell you guys to not fuckin’ play with wires. This is fiction. Major Character already killed the Kia, don’t let them kill you too]

THE ABSOLVE is when Major Character begins making a plan. When, after googling how to survive a lightning strike or other electrical shock, they chuck their phone, the gator under the tree rushing towards the noise in search of a snack. It’s them practicing how to hold a branch with the back of their hands instead of a normal grip, so if they get electrocuted, their muscles tightening won’t hold on to the wire and (hopefully) further shock them. It’s them mentally mapping out the safest way to get to the raised middle of the road, away from the puddles and gators and at the perfect vantage point to electrocute everything alive and dash up the on-ramp. It’s silencing the group chat Major Character made to update everyone on how they were trapped, and to give a location in case something goes wrong. It was getting the chance to say goodbye because, either by wire or gator or storm or starvation, there’s a good chance they’ll die regardless.

Yeah, it’s dramatic. It’s meant to be. This is your building action to The Climax. This is everything that sets up the drama as Major Character clambers back down the tree and over to the wire, a hooked branch in one hand as the other slowly reaches out (facing backwards – never just fuckin’ grip anything that could be live!!) and gently brushes against it, breathing a sigh of relief when they actually survive the touch.

So they take the wire, keeping the live end as far away from them as possible, and begin tugging it forward, recalling that mental map of where to bob and weave so they avoid most of the gators.

Of course, in the small amount of time, a 12 footer readjusted, becoming a speed bump directly in their path, making them stop in their tracks. The gator spots them, opening its maw and letting out a low rumble. A warning. Don’t be so stupid, it advises.

Luckily, you get to make them as stupid as you want!

I’m not gonna sit here and map out the entirety of the action. That’s your job, I’m just the author self-appointing themselves a writing guru. Maybe your Major Character uses the wire as a whip, zapping the alligator right in its open mouth. Maybe they stop too suddenly and accidentally zap themselves too, the pain coursing up every nerve ending like a high speed rail train, lighting them on fire (metaphorically or actually!). The action here can be as calm, or as crazy, as you want it to be. Just try to keep in mind to keep it realistic to your tale; having aliens zoom down on a UFO and beam up Major Character doesn’t fit at all with the flow of your story. Keep all action, all lull and all character interactions befitting with the type of story you’re trying to tell.

But more or less, it should end with a chance, that split second, where Major Character’s feet land firmly on the dry topside of a sundried road, and they drop the wire, electrocuting every pursuing gator and leaving all the creatures in their wake as they rush up the highway, finally safe and able to begin making it to their destination.

Like an adrenaline rush, after the Climax comes the Falling Action, the patching of the electrical burn and the dehydration beginning to actually take its toll. It’s the Coast Guard helicopter flying ahead that was called in by someone in the group chat, a rope ladder being thrown down for Major Character to scramble up. Its the relieved cry of Major Character’s loved one that was called to be told they were found, alive and…mostly okay. The Resolution follows when they land in Savannah, Georgia, Major Character being released after an overnight hospital stay. It’s the boxes volunteer salvagers managed to retrieve from the Hatchback, it’s the Greyhound ticket to the smoky mountains.

It’s the moment you get to close your computer, and breathe, yourself.

Now, if you’re a single-novel writer, congrats! You just finished your story! But if you’re not, if you intend to put Major Character through more hell: The end of this story is the inciting incident for your series. I mean, yeah, they made it to the mountains, and so far, Major Character is comfortable; but you know what’s in the mountains? Mountain lions. Mountain lions and forest fires.

That's it for how to structure PLOT A! Click here for more information on how to structure your PLOT B.

CREDIT TO DEVILISHLYDELIGHTFULDIVIDERS FOR THE DIVIDER. Seriously their stuff is so cute go look at it.

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