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strawberryforks · 4 months

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extra credit // cole walter x reader

summary: you and cole had a falling out. you’re not friends anymore but you still can’t sit back and watch him fail all of his classes—when you decide to tutor him, things are revealed, and things are fixed.

warnings: swearing, crying (this one has a happy ending don’t worry)

word count: 1730

a/n: requests/asks open and encouraged! <3

you hated cole walter more than was probably healthy. he broke your heart in fifth grade when he destroyed the science fair project you’d spent months working on and telling him about. family dinners were awkward as sin because even though you’d fallen out with the walters, your parents hadn’t… they owned a neighboring ranch and had know the walter family your entire life. so yes, you hated cole walter but you didn’t hate yourself which was the only reason you’d agreed to tutor him. your mom had begged you and your teacher mentioned that it would look good on your transcripts. in class, when you looked over and saw a red ‘f’ circled on the corner of his assignment, you almost felt bad. he’d shook his head and stuffed it into his bag. when the bell rang he was the first one out of his seat—you slung your bag over your shoulder and followed behind him, legs working twice as hard to catch up to his insanely long ones. “walter!” you shouted, “wait up!” he didn’t slow his pace but lee turned and tilted his head to the side. “not you.” you dismissed. “cole!” you tried again. this time he stopped. In the middle of the hallway teeming with teenagers, all in a rush to get home, he stopped. cole turned around and his blue eyes were full of confusion. it made sense, his apprehension, because you hadn’t spoken to him directly in years. yeah, you could hold a grudge. he looked side to side, almost expecting there to be another person with the same name. when there wasn’t, he gulped. “y/n/n?”

it was your turn to gulp. you hadn’t been called that in quite sometime. not by someone who mattered—who had mattered so much to you. “just y/n please.”

cole nodded and muttered his apologies, he could give you that much. “do you need a ride?”

“i need to talk to you, but we can do that in the car if you’ve got room.”

cole nodded and left through the double doors heading out to the student parking lot. He cast glances over his shoulder checking that you were still there and not a figment of his imagination. He opened your door and you scoffed but slid in anyways. “Thought I called shotgun!” Issac yelled, knocking into the passenger door before sliding into the back. cole shot him a look—one that said ‘shut up’ and he did. lee slid in beside him and then alex. the rest of the boys climbed in as well. you peaked over the back of your seat, meeting issac’s gaze. “sorry ise, i had no idea. we can swap spots if you want.”

“he’s fine,” cole said. he reached across you, grabbed your buckle, and plugged it in. “i could’ve done that,” you grumbled. cole didn’t care. he cranked the tunes, you switched the station and because you were talking to him, because you hadn’t in so long and he’d quite literally dreamed of this moment, he let you. he sat and listened to the shitty station you chose with a smile. danny bumped your shoulder on the way in and in the living room, you sat close to alex. your legs touched and though you thought nothing of it, cole was far from happy. alex whispered in your ear, “stay here for a second, i’ve never seen cole so red in the face.” you rolled your eyes, “i don’t need to make your brother jealous, alex. one—you have a girlfriend,” jackie was at one of her friend’s houses, “two, i’m not interested, and three, you guys don’t need another reason to fight. you hit him last time and i bet he’s itching to get even.”

cole passed you a glass of juice—your favorite and when his hand was empty he grabbed your arm and pulled you up. “what did you need to talk about?”

you weren’t stupid, you knew that was his way of getting you away from his brother. you didn’t care, though. you followed him and instead of leading you to his bedroom he took you out to the loft. you two had spent plenty of time together out there and you wondered if that was intentional. you climbed up and sat down, balancing on your favorite beam. cole inched closer, so he could reach you if he needed to. below there was only hay, but still, he was nervous, “i hate it when you sit there.”

“i know,” you said, but didn’t move, and that was that. “what’s up?” he asked softly.

“your hair. the middle part, i don’t like it.”

subconsciously he drug a hand through his blond locks then he saw a smile split your cheeks. you started laughing and he rolled his eyes. “had me ready to ask my mom for a haircut, y/n. not cool, not cool.”

this, you two, it felt too normal. too comfortable. too right. it was hard to remember that you were mad, let alone why.

you coughed a little, cleared your throat. “your grades, cole. they’re bad. i mean they’ve never been good—but you’ve really fallen off.”

cole’s smile flattened but you considered your small verbal assault “even when you were busy with football and with me it was never this bad, so what’s going on?”

“it’s not like i can go to college. football was all i had, it was my way out. when i lost it i had nothing, y/n. the only reason i haven’t dropped out is—“

“is because katherine and i would kill you?”

“i didn’t know you cared.”

“oh my lack of caring is not the problem here. it’s never been so don’t even start.” you take a breath, “ms jacobs said you’re doing bad in everything and worse in english—not in those exact words, so don’t start pouting or anything. i went around and talked to your teachers and got the work you missed, what they’re willing to let you redo, and extra credit assignments. so, get to work. i’m officially your tutor and no one i’m tutoring is getting anything less than an eighty.”

cole groaned when you handed him the pile of work but when you divided it by subject and deadline it was less overwhelming. the two of you worked in tandem for hours. he wrote, you edited. he attempted problems and you corrected them it he was wrong—explaining how to fix things. you went over formulas until he swore they were permanently burned into the backs of his eyelids.

“we’ll call it a night.” you decided when a quarter of the pile was completed. “you write an essay tonight and email it to me—i’ll edit it for you. the rest we can do when we meetup another day.”

“okay.” cole insisted on helping you down, and then when you turned to head out the driveway he grabbed your arm. “where are you going?”

“home.” you said.

“stay the night. you can take my bed and i’ll sleep on the couch. it’s dark and walking alone, especially at night, isn’t something i want you doing.”

“cole.” you warned.

“i don’t want anything to happen to you.” more than anything it was a confession. “stay for dinner at least, if you still want to leave i’ll drive you home. if you’re dead set on walking, i’ll walk with you.”

you couldn’t argue with that, not when kathrene and george were such great cooks. you headed inside and cole pulled an extra seat up to the table for you. “just you tonight, y/n?” george asked.

“yeah. mom and dad are at home, i just came over to help cole with… uh…” you didn’t know if all of his siblings and parents were aware of how he was struggling so you opted to say nothing. “with my truck,” cole supplied when his mother pinned him with a glare full of suspicion. “i love your outfit,” you tell parker when she passed you butter to twirl your corn through. cole passes you the salt before you can think to ask and it’s nice that he remembers these things. a smile tugs at the corner of my lips. small but bright.

after dinner you give in. you agree to sleepover and decide that you’ll take the bed and cole can sleep on the couch. when you’re settled in his room he leaves. you’re about to go to sleep, blankets piled on top of me and a smell that is so uniquely cole all around me when something catches my eye. it’s… it’s your project. you stand quick and cross to the closet, pulling it down carefully. the project he ruined in fifth grade is all there—glued back together. it’s perfect. you cry. it’s like you can’t stop crying. relief, anger, sadness, happiness, the emotions all slam into you with such force. tears trail down your cheeks and the wetness is still there when you find cole staring up at the ceiling, on the couch. he stands up quick—you’re upset, crying and he hates it. he doesn’t know what to do, what happened, how to fix it. you wrap your arms around him and squeeze. with your face buried into his chest you sob, “cole you fixed it,” it’s then that he finally clues in. “i couldn’t fix us so i… i fixed that. i never meant to break it.”

“i’m sorry!” you cried—loud and quiet at the same time. “no i am. i should’ve tried harder to explain myself,”

“i should’ve let you, cole. i never gave you a chance.”

“will you? give me a chance?”

you nodded. having cole back was the best thing that’d happened to you in a long time. family dinners became less awkward, you hungout with the walters more and a few weeks later, when it was time for the semi-formal dance, he asked you. picked you up in his truck (it was fixed and working great), gave you flowers, and spun you around all night. you held onto his arm, chatted, and at the end, you two stood outside under the stars, not quite ready to say goodbye or goodnight.

“i love you.” he said—it suprised you but not too much.

“i think i love you too.”

"you think you love me?" he asked with a teasing smile. “what if I kiss you right now? would that make it fact?"

you nodded, your lips met, and then the night was perfect. the project was fixed and so were you and cole. your best friend was now your boyfriend and you couldn’t be happier.

#my life with the walter boys #the walters #cole walter #alex walter #issac walter #cole walter x reader

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 11 months

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Hey :) this is a bit if a sensitive topic… but i got an idea for a request and i don’t know if you’d be willing to write it? I’ve been struggling with anorexia for a very long time and i’ve been thinking what if y/n was in the love band and she has an ed and body image issues and you know the outfit the band’s always wearing? For me personally, it’d be so triggering to wear because i know i’d feel so fat wearing it (don’t know why tbh)…Anyway, what if she hasn’t really told anyone about her struggle (maybe they saw signs but don’t know for sure) and she’d agreed to wear the outfit but then before a show she has a huge panic attack and Harry finds her crying backstage…

And also like i just want to say that there’s nothing wrong with being bigger and that "fat" is not a feeling but i just can’t help my brain 😣

Sorry for the long ask.. and I also hope you’ll feel better!!🙂

Hello friend! First off, thank you for sending this request and for trusting me and this online space to share your struggles. That can be really challenging, especially on the internet where you don't know how people will take things or react sometimes. Especially with eating disorders, there's so much guilt and shame that comes with this kind of mental illness to begin with and it can be a hard thing to admit to as well.

I will also share with you anon, that I've struggled with an ED for many years and was finally diagnosed with EDNOS in 2016. EDNOS stands for eating disorder not otherwise specified and you can receive that diagnosis for many reasons. I won't elaborate on my case in this post (I don't mind talking about it anymore so if ppl have questions you can ask), but anyway.... all this to say that I totally understand your struggle. And lately, I've been struggling to not fall back into those harmful ways after some comments my mom made a few weeks ago. It's been a tough few weeks for me for many reasons. But anyway, thank you so much again, for sending this request. Writing this is definitely going to be cathartic and therapeutic for me as well and I hope that it is for you too and anyone who struggles this way.

LAST THING! If you or anyone you know struggles with an eating disorder or shows concerning disordered eating patterns, please consider getting help. Some resources are linked HERE including helpline contact info.

And of course, the content below can be triggering for people who struggle with any E.D.

This was quite literally your dream come to life. You had been asked by Harry himself to join the Love Band in Ny-Oh's place for the final leg of Love On Tour. This all seemed insane and unreal as you thought about how you'd just met him around 2018. You'd been brought in as a session musician for Harry's last 2 albums and started a nice little friendship with him. But you didn't know that he considered you enough of a friend to ask you to join his live ensemble. Sure, you talked regularly enough and had graduated into hugs over fist bumps during the making of Harry's House, but still...it just seemed so insane. You were excited though, getting to see him perform every night knowing how hard he worked to make this music...it was like a full circle moment.

There'd been plenty you'd done in preparation for your travels. Including getting your measurements taken for the little love minion jumpsuits you'd be wearing every night. None of that really seemed to trigger you or your concerns over your weight and body image. You'd been doing so well, you'd been managing your eating disorder well the last few years without any major setbacks and you were proud that you were healthy enough to do this. Proud that you felt comfortable accepting this gig and knowing that you had the stamina and health to make it through the entire leg of the tour. It was huge! But none of that really seemed to matter when you got a look at your uniform hung up just a few inches away from you and felt this sudden rush of anxiety crawling through your body. Why did it look like it'd be so tight on you? The material obviously wasn't too stretchy so how was this supposed to fit on you? You weren't exactly sure what about the look of it suddenly had you feeling this way, but all you knew was that you didn't feel good about it.

The logical part of your brain reminded you that you got fitted for this - it was custom made to your measurements. And you tried to keep that in mind, but you soon realized that you had been fitted for this about four months ago. Maybe you'd gained tons of weight? Your days of obsessively weighing yourself were past you, so you had no idea if you had or hadn't. You had body dysmorphia so your mind wouldn't know the difference. And it was maddening to you that you had been feeling OK about yourself until you'd entered the little temporary changing room and saw the outfit on the hanger. Your heart started to beat a bit faster as your anxiety started to grow.

"30 minutes to show time!" you heard someone call as they walked down the corridor and then they shouted the same warning into the large dressing room a few of you shared and you just exhaled sharply and decided so just ignore this feeling and suck it up. If you didn't wear this what would you wear? You had no choice, you just had to get over it.

However, now that something about this outfit had triggered the obsessive and intrusive thoughts about your body image you started to feel uncomfortable looking at your reflection. You tried to avoid looking at yourself right now because you knew that you'd see things that weren't accurate. You tried to slow down your breathing as you turned away from the mirror in there and folded up your clothes before turning back around and looking at the outfit once again before taking it off the hanger. It felt suspenseful to undo all of the little buttons lining the seam to join the two sides together. But soon you were pulling it off the hanger and getting your legs into it and doing up the buttons, avoiding the mirror again until it was fully on so that you wouldn't freak out before you fully were dressed. Of course, you had no issues with getting it on, it felt just fine, a little loose if anything. But when you looked up the feeling of the fit didn't really matter. You had no idea if it was the cinched in waist that felt restrictive even if you had some wiggle room. Or maybe it was the way the fabric bulged a bit at your stomach and made you feel like you were carrying a lot more weight there than you realized before? But as you turned to the side to see how you looked from that angle your frown deepened as your fears rose tot he surface. It looked a little big on you and that somehow made you feel even worse because it wasn't like flattering/comfy baggy. This outfit somehow accentuated just how thin you actually were and then a new fear came into your brain: They're going to know I'm anorexic.

You felt that you did well enough to keep your eating disorder speculations at bay. People closest to you knew, but you were very private about it because like any illness, there is sometimes an element of shame involved. It wasn't something you advertised, especially as you recovered! But most people just knew you were into health and wellness, but they didn't know the dark side of it; that you struggled with obsessing over quantities and ingredients and portions because you were terrified to look bigger than you were, terrified to gain weight, terrified of feeling fat. You couldn't tell anyone why you felt that way, but you just did! And sure, you were a lot better now than you were years ago, but you had just been massively triggered that you looked sickly and that, that would arise suspicions of your health. The fans might start to say things and ask questions and if they noticed other people would too...the crew, the rest of the band...Harry...

As you stared at yourself for a bit more your eyes started to tear up and you silently fanned at your eyes to try and dissipate the tears, but your vision was only getting more and more blurry. You just needed some fresh air to calm down. You peeked out and saw that you were alone in the dressing room so you rushed out before anyone could stop you and you headed out back behind the stage. They were in the middle of changing the setup after the openers so the crew and roadies were closer to the structure helping change things out and unloading. You had the space and privacy to pace around and let your tears fall. But the audience was so loud...there would be so many people and they would look at you and see you in this outfit and just know that something was wrong with you. Obviously they would be scrutinizing you since you were the new person! And suddenly everything just built up inside of you and you started to panic.

You found a place to sit down when you felt your breathing catch in your throat. This couldn't be happening.... you were just minutes before the show! But you were hyperventilating now as your tears cascaded down your cheeks. You felt like you were going to crumble apart. This was a huge mistake... you should've said no...you weren't ready for this. There was no way you could do this. You were sat off to the side as you sobbed and tried everything you could to calm down and get through this panic attack so you didn't notice Harry's car pulling up across from you until you heard the stadium cheering loudly and when you glanced up you saw Harry wave quickly before he headed backstage. You didn't want anyone to see you like this so you stood up and went to hide behind one of the trailers, but you didn't notice that he'd seen you rush off.

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"Y/N!" Harry called after you but you didn't seem to hear him and he frowned a bit. He could've sworn you were crying...maybe you just got really nervous or maybe it just hit you now that you were on tour. It could be exciting but nerve-racking. So he decided to just check on you and maybe give you a little pep-talk. "Hey, I'll be right in, just gonna make sure she's OK." Harry said to Tommy and Brad.

"I've got it, H. You should really go get changed. You're on in 15." Tommy advised.

"It'll be quick. I'm sure she's just a little nervous." Harry said and they sighed as he jogged off to where you'd taken off. When he rounded the corner to where the trailers were he immediately frowned when he saw you gasping for air, choking on your tears as you sobbed uncontrollably. "Y/N, oh my god." he said as he hurried over to you.

You felt mortified as he rushed up to you and reached for your hands. You started to cry harder because this was so fucked up. You felt so stupid and ridiculous for crying over an outfit, but you just felt so awful. Worse than you had in a long time and it was scary to be triggered so intensely. When he wrapped you up in a big hug you started to calm down. His voice and touch and scent helped to ground you a bit, enough to help you breathe properly.

"What's the matter?" he asked you softly as you continued crying. You cough as you tried to answer him and he gently rubbed your back to help you out a bit.

"S'fine. I'm fine." you choked out and he sighed.

"How can I help if I don't know what the issue is?" he asked you and you sighed.

"You can't help Harry, this is me. This all me and I...I don't think I can do the show." you finally said and he pulled back with a big frown as he looked at you. You couldn't bear to see his disappointment for more than a second before you looked back at the ground.

"What do you mean? Are you nervous?" he asked you as he rubbed at your arms with his ring clad hands and you sighed.

"I-it's the outfit. I can't wear this outfit. Like...I'm not...able to wear this." you said to him and he looked a bit confused.

"Is something wrong with it?"

"Yes! I...don't know w-what it is..." you gasped through your sobs, "But I just...don't like how I look or feel in it." you explained.

"Love, you look great!" he said with a small smile and that made you feel worse because it was a testament to just how insane you actually were, "And well, I'm not really sure we can change the uniform at this point-"

"Exactly, this is my issue! So I can't go up there." you cried.

"Well what's the issue you're having? Maybe there's something we can do about it right now?" he asked and you bit your lip for a moment before looking into his eyes and then just turning your gaze away from him. You couldn't bear to see his face when you said this to him.

"I...I have an eating disorder." you said softly through your tears, "And something about this outfit has triggered me into this psychotic episode. I feel...really awful physically and in my head too...and I'm trying... I'm trying to get it together but I haven't felt like this in years and just one look at me in this and everyone's gonna know something's wrong with me because I look sick!" you sobbed, "And that's why I can't do this. I'm so sorry, Harry. I just can't do the show." you blubbered and his hands slid down your arms and grabbed your hands.

"I'm so sorry." he said softly and you sighed.

"It's not your fault...how were you supposed to know that this would trigger me? I didn't even know until I was staring at the fucking thing." you shook your head as you looked up at him again and he sighed.

"I mean, yeah but like I... I noticed stuff before, like when we first met that made me wonder if...maybe you were anorexic or struggled with something like this. So I'm sorry that I never checked on you." he said and you sighed.

"Well, it't not really something I like to talk about." you explained through a sniffle, "And I've been doing really well the last couple years, I swear I'm like eating regularly and stuff. I wouldn't have agreed to do this if I wasn't well enough to do it." you said quickly, "But something happened back there and for my own wellbeing I just feel like I can't go out there like this." you explained through your tears. "Like...at first I thought I looked fat or maybe the cinching made me feel really restricted....but like I had this...moment where when I looked at myself f-from the side I just...looked like a fucking Tim Burton character...." you chuckled through your tears, "and I just...know that people will notice that I'm anorexic. And the audience is gonna see and start saying things about me... and things are just going to get worse and I'm gonna lose control again! And I don't want to lose control again. I can't lose control again." you vented through your tears and he just listened attentively with a slight frown. When he saw you were finished he squeezed your hands gently.

"I get that. And I also want you to be healthy and feel healthy and to feel good about yourself." he assured you, "You being safe and healthy and happy, that's all I want for you! But you're also a fucking brilliant musician and friend and I don't want to do this without you." he said to you and you sniffled, "I'm willing to figure something out to make sure that you feel comfortable and confident enough to perform if you want. We can get with Harry real quick and see what we can come up with." he suggested.

"The show starts in a little bit...it's fine. We can work on it tomorrow. I can perform from backstage today or even just sit this one out." you said and he scoffed through a laugh.

"I'm not gonna make you perform from backstage! We're just gonna run a bit late, that's fine." he said to you and you shook your head.

"Seriously H, I don't mind it a-"

"Seriously, Y/N." He cut you off, "I don't want to hide any member of my team, ever. I want to work with you to figure this out, OK? You mean a lot to me, and having you up there with me and Mitch, like that's so huge! You've been there for a lot of the work on these songs...you brought my vision to life in the studio and now you're here, getting to see it play out! And you do not have my permission to experience this magnificent and magical moment for the first time from behind the stage, all alone. There's no fucking way." he said and you chuckled softly through your tears as he squeezed your hands reassuringly again. "You deserve this. Let's figure this out." he offered again and you sniffled and nodded.

"OK." you agreed softly and he smiled.

"Yeah?"

"Yes." you sniffled and smiled at him before he hugged you tight and you relaxed in his embrace.

"Perfect. Just gonna hold you for a bit, OK?" he said and you just hummed.

Your eating disorder had robbed you of tons of incredible experiences in your life. Either because you weren't well enough to show up or because you felt ashamed...but the buck stopped here. Not anymore. Harry was right, you deserved this and you wanted this, so you were gonna do it with his help and other Harry's help. After a few moments he let go of you and pulled back to wipe away the slightly smeared makeup beneath your eyes.

"If you don't mind not saying anything to Harry about why I-"

"Of course not." He said right away.

"Do you think the band'll mind that I might not be in the uniform?"

"I doubt it, but if someone has any issues I'll take care of it, OK?" he assured you and you nodded.

"Thank you, H."

"Course, love." He smiled kindly, "And I know that for now we might scramble a bit but what if we get you a tour shirt or sweater to wear on top and you can just tie the jumpsuit sleeves around you or something so that you just have the pants on?" he suggested.

"Yeah, I think that's good. I can't very well go out in my spandex shorts, that’s what I came in." you giggled and he chuckled.

"Yeah, sorry not happening. This is kind of about me so...." he joked and you laughed softly, "There she is." he said, his thumb swiped over your smile line for a moment before he pulled it away, "Sorry." he said softly.

"It's alright." you assured him and he smiled.

"Let's get this figured out then." he said and you nodded and headed back.

Of course, Harry had been right about not wanting you to miss the first show because you were hiding backstage. It had been one the best experiences of your life so far. The crowd were so loud and happy to be there. Hearing everyone sing the songs with you all, specially getting to sing Matilda and seeing how much it meant to everyone was amazing. It had been absolutely magical, you had even teared up. And when Harry spared you a glance at the end of the song and saw you wiping a tear he shot you a thumbs up and you returned the gesture. You guys started to wave at the fans at the barricade as you headed back to the main stage. You felt someone come up behind you and then Harry's arm draped over your shoulder.

"Alright, love?" he asked against your ear.

"Yeah, you were right though." you said to him, "I'm glad I'm not stuck in the back and missing this." you smiled up at him and he smiled.

"Me too." he assured you.

Of course, hundreds of fans had recorded this little interaction between the two of you and the only thing that people were obsessing over was how protective and soft Harry seemed to be with you and in turn it made the fans even more gentle towards you during the next shows. With each show the cheering for your introduction grew louder. By now you had talked to the other Harry and the band about what you were struggling with and they were all so kind and supportive. And now, each night when you were introduced you had that incredible support from the audience as well. No one was paying attention to your flaws or your issues or your body, they were just showing you the love and acceptance that you so often failed to give to yourself. Being built up that way gave you a new motivation to stay on track, to take care of yourself, and to keep getting better.

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malice-ov-mercy · 12 days

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Dirty Boy

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Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Will Ramos

Content Warnings: 18+, phone sex, mutual masturbation, humiliation (?), sext

A/N: This was supposed to be Good Boy, but… well.. I once again lost track of my original idea. Expect a third part at some point.

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Weeks went by without so much as a ‘hello’ from Noah; when they did talk, it was short and bittersweet, leaving Will wanting more.

Despite his efforts, Will couldn’t erase that night from his mind. Countless nights were spent with it replaying. He could still feel the knife at his throat, the hands freely roaming his chest and fingers wrapping around his cock. On the more vivid nights, he could still taste Noah and feel the weight of him on his tongue. The mask he left behind sat on his bedside table, his cologne still lingering in the fabric.

Will wondered if Noah would shower him in praise or scold him for his salacious dreams. Would he be proud or full of shame knowing just how often Will spent touching himself, nose buried in his ski mask and desperately chasing after the euphoria he craved to have again, only to come up miserably unfulfilled?

He tried to ignore the throbbing erection threatening to burst through his boxer briefs, frustratedly tossing and turning waiting for sleep to claim him. Will needed Noah again like he need fucking air. His lustful infatuation was driving him to the brink of insanity.

His hand took on a mind of its own, wandering slowly across his bare chest. He thought of Noah, his large hands and slender fingers. His breath and lips on his neck, teeth grazing his skin. Will imagined his exploring, teasing touch and condescending smirk.

He trailed his hand lower, pressing his fingertips against his stomach before he palmed his confined, aching cock painstakingly slow. Will brought his other hand to his throat and gently grasped. He exhaled a shaky breath as he slipped his fingers past his waistband. Delicately, he swiped his thumb over his sensitive tip, softly moaning while smearing his precum all around.

Will shimmied his underwear down, cock springing free and standing at full attention. He reached for the ski mask and brought it to his nose. The woodsy and citrus scent started to fade, but if he focused hard enough, he could still smell it.

In the solace and shadows of his room, Will let his mind and pathetic whimpers run free. Desperately, he tried to mimic the way Noah touched him—twisting soft and slow up and down his shaft, teasing his tip with a featherlight caress, but it just wasn’t the same. So clearly he could visualize the moment, a picture perfect image of Noah’s tattooed fingers and hand wrapping around his dick. He remembered the feeling and it frustrated him that it was the one thing he couldn’t recreate.

The tension forming in his gut promised to be unfulfilling just like every other time. Regardless, he chased after mediocrity, ready to be done and try to go back to sleep.

Buzzing from his nightstand distracted him right at the cusp climax. Try as he might, he couldn’t ignore it, the incessant vibrating irritating his ears.

“Goddammit.” Will huffed, annoyed.

He dropped the mask on his chest and reached for his phone, fully intending to decline the call—until he saw the name. He hesitated for a moment before answering.

“Oh, good! You are awake!”

“Hey Noah. What—” Will cleared his throat. “What’s up?”

“Out of breath again?” Noah said amused. “Are you walking home?”

Will glanced down at his hand wrapped around his cock. He could lie and say yes, but he couldn’t think of any excuse.

“Uh,” he cleared his throat again. “N-no.”

Will could almost see the crooked smile on Noah’s face.

“Oh? Am I interrupting something this time?”

“No, I was just… sleeping.” That wasn’t very convincing, he thought. “The phone scared me awake.”

Licking his lips, Will held his breath as he started moving his hand again. He put all his focus on staying quiet while Noah talked. The sound of his voice added fuel to the fire in his loins. Will quickened his pace, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth to stifle his moan. Shameful elation surged through him.

It was exhilarating—the risk of being found out, Noah seemingly completely oblivious to his sleazy actions. Will bit down harder on his lip as his mind ran wild. What would Noah think, his pretty boy tainted by insurmountable lust? Noah’s pretty, good boy. That’s what Will was. It’s all he wanted to be. A deep groan rumbled in his chest, unbeknownst to him.

Pressure built in his gut. This was so wrong. He shouldn’t be doing this—but the taboo of it all helped soothe some of the intense burning that’d been the bane of his existence for weeks.

Noah’s name weighed heavily on his tongue. He wanted to let it free, let him know how just the thought of him and his voice drove him insane, but he swallowed it down.

“Will?”

“Hm?” Will tried to mask his moan, exhaling a staggered breath.

“Are you listening to me?”

Absolutely not, he thought.

“Yeah.” His response was low and strained.

God, he was so close. His breathing was becoming harder to control. Just a little more. Will needed just a little more of his scent flooding his nostrils, a little more Noah’s smooth, deep voice. His grip was slipping and he didn’t care. Will inhaled, filling his lungs with air and Noah’s cologne. He needed Noah to keep talking. He needed to drown himself in Noah’s scent.

“What did I say?”

Shit. Shit. Panic set in. Will had no idea, not even an inkling of what he was rambling about. He’d completely blocked out every word Noah said. Music? That seemed likely. Maybe something about the mask he’d yet to return?

Will let go of his dick and ruffled his hair, trying to kickstart his brain.

“You were talking, uh,—“ Blank. Not a thought to be found. Fuck.

Noah chuckled condescendingly. “You’re a dirty little fuck, aren’t you?”

His words caught him off guard. Will briefly felt offended then realized that’s exactly what he was. Red hot heat spread over his cheeks and face.

The call ended abruptly, deepening the embarrassment he felt. His heart sank to his stomach. Noah didn’t sound like he was bothered, but maybe he was. Though, Will wasn’t sure how he could have possibly found out. It’s not like he was being loud or obvious—at least he hoped not.

Ashamed, Will stared between at his erection and the mask on his chest. Any chance he had of a satisfying orgasm was now long gone. He almost wanted to deny himself the faux pleasure, but knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep if he did. Despite his shame and humiliation, he was too wound up to ignore it.

His phone vibrated and lit up, startling him. His heart jumped to his throat. It was Noah again, only now he was FaceTiming.

Will sat up, reaching for the bedside lamp and turned it on. He leaned against his headboard, watching his phone ring. Every one of his muscles thumped along to the racing of his heart. His finger hovered over decline. He shouldn’t. He couldn’t.

All the moisture in his mouth evaporated, leaving behind a painful dryness. His skin was on fire and the air around him suddenly felt thick in his lungs. Blood rushed to his head and he felt dizzy. The lust and desire that had been festering inside him since he laid down threatened to burn him alive.

If disaster struck right now, Will wouldn't know. His eyes were glued to the phone screen.

“I don’t mind if you’d rather watch, but I was hoping you’d join me.”

Will barely registered he was being spoken to, absolutely enamored, mesmerized, and blessed by the sight of a fully nude Noah relaxing comfortably in his office chair, crooked smile plastered on his face. Light from his computer illuminated him while the red LEDs consumed the rest of the room. The low angle allowed him to see Noah’s large cock and the hand wrapped around it in all its splendored glory. His other hand hung loosely at his hip, his long fingers every so often delicately brushing his balls.

Noah’s soft moan went straight to Will’s forgotten and throbbing erection.

“What’s wrong? Have I embarrassed my pretty boy?” Noah rasped as he squeezed the base of his dick and slowly stroked up the length, pulling a low, rumbly moan from his throat.

The underlying mocking tone in his voice and pet name made Will twitch.

He was still embarrassed, but it was an afterthought. All that filled his mind was how badly he wished he could touch Noah, how he craved having him buried down his throat, happily and blissfully choking.

Unable to bear the ache any longer, Will firmly grasped his neglected cock and gave it a few slow strokes before settling on a quick pace. He gasped breathlessly, nearly dropping his phone because of how good it felt.

He awkwardly positioned his phone and body to give Noah the best view possible.

“Fucking Christ, look at you,” the gravel in his voice sent a delightful shiver up Will’s spine. “You look so hot.”

How Noah meant that, Will didn’t know, nor did he really care. All his attention and focus was on his hand and the building ecstasy in his loins. He worked faster when he realized the release he’d been craving for weeks was finally within reach.

Will watched Noah’s hands, how his thumb teased the head of his cock, fingers softly running along the vein, the other hand delicately cupping his balls. Noah shifted in his seat and spread his legs a little wider. He muttered a swear, the muscles in his thighs flexing and relaxing.

“Look what you’ve done to me,” Noah breathed, “This is all because of you and your dirty fucking—“

His words were interrupted by a choked whimper of his name from Will.

“Say it again.” He commanded.

It should have been shameful how easily and eagerly Will obeyed Noah like a loyal dog, whining and calling out his name in every pathetic way he could, but he was far beyond being ashamed.

“Such a good boy. A good, dirty boy.”

Will felt his face grow hotter, the praise of warming his already blazing skin.

“Is that my mask? Have you been using it?”

Will nodded, mustering enough air to mutter a shaky, weak “yes”.

“Oh fuck,” Noah groaned, his strokes long and slow. “What have you been doing? Smelling it like a creep? Using it as a cum rag?”

The thought crossed his mind, but then he’d have to wash it, and Will wasn’t ready to let go of his smell just yet.

Will watched in a lust filled daze, the muscles in Noah’s neck and jaw tensing, mouth slightly gaping with ragged breaths. He would give anything to be there right now. Seeing and hearing him through a phone screen was almost as torturous as only having his recreated fantasies.

Noah quickly grabbed his phone and angled the screen towards his cock, giving Will a splendid view as it twitched and unloaded, shooting thick, white ropes all over the screen. Oh how he wished there weren’t screens between them.

Will tightened his grip on the phone, a deep moan erupting from his chest as his own climax gave way, at long last finally getting the pure satisfactory bliss he’d been craving. Hips slightly raised, he tore his gaze from Noah, watching his own cum spill over his hand and stomach.

“Fuck.” He whined, loud and low, milking his cock for every drop.

Both men heaved heavy breaths. Noah visibly sunk back into his office chair, pure bliss and contentment on his face. Will looked between the mess on his hand and stomach, unsure of how to end the call to clean up.

“Hey Will?” Noah said.

Will turned his attention to his phone. Noah’s body was no longer in frame, replaced instead by his flushed face. His eyes landed on Noah’s lips.

“There’s cum all over you.”

Noah stuck out his tongue and made a show of licking his semen from his screen. Will sucked in a quick breath. The obscenity fried his brain.

“Mm, that’s much better.” A sly smirk spread across Noah’s face.

Feeling bold, Will brought his hand to his mouth. He ignored Noah’s curious gaze and delicately licked the cum from his hand, wishing it was Noah he tasted instead.

“What a dirty boy you are.”

Will stared flabbergasted at him.

“Me?! You just licked your fucking phone!”

Noah laughed, not an ounce of shame on his face.

“Touché. Although—” The way Noah’s eyes darkened sent a shiver up Will’s spine.

“I’d love to see how much more vulgar and dirty you can be.”

The call ended, Noah once again abruptly cutting their conversation short.

Will knew what he meant, but still wondered what exactly he had in mind. He stared at the mess he made then at the mask still on his chest. An idea sprung to mind. Will acted quickly before he talked himself out of it, using the mask to wipe up the semen then draped it over his dick. He snapped a photo and sent it to Noah.

He tossed the cum stained mask to his nightstand along with his phone and turned off the bedside light. As he was stuffing himself back into his underwear, a text from Noah came through. Will expected a response, but what he didn’t expect was the pure, absolute, unfiltered filth.

Hastily, he set aside his phone and tried to ignore the raunchy images creeping inside his brain. The more he tried, the more hot and bothered he became.

Sleep would evade Will again that night—and many more after.

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chemdisaster · 7 months

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short fic about last life scar and tcd scar meeting because i'm kind of insane about the idea

"So what's your deal?"

The grimy and unkempt young man in front of him straightens up from where he was going through his chests—which Scar is very cheesed off about, by the way—and stares at him, but gives no other indication that he heard the question.

Scar shrugs and sits down on a barrel already previously subjected to the Great Rummage, slightly kicking his feet.

"I mean. You show up here and immediately try to kill me, then you figure out that I'm not a zombie—duh—and now you're trying to steal my diamonds, which I've already told you you can't have. So yeah. Little confused over here."

Silence.

"You know, I'm starting to think you might be a zombie, with how much you suck at making any sound other than grrr and uggg."

More silence. Then—

"I'm not looking for diamonds. I need a gun."

The word diamonds is spat with such derision that it makes Scar teeter between affront and awe—does he not know what diamonds are? That must be the only possible explanation, for Scar cannot imagine someone understanding the full power of the shiny rocks and choosing not to seek them out—especially in a place like this.

"I don't—I don't have a gun," he stammers, wondering not for the first time what this strange man is on about. That he can understand at least—he maybe wouldn't mind a gun himself, if he's being honest—but everything else about the whole situation eludes him.

"Well, what do you have then? Ammo, food, maybe a med pack?"

"Uh, I have chicken," Scar says and flinches as the other crosses the room in three big steps to stand in front of him, holding an arm out expectantly. Sighing, he reluctantly forks over half his chicken—actually half, because this guy looks like he needs it and also he's not sure if he would get slaughtered for trying to swindle someone with this amount of obvious murderous urges—and watches as at least a quarter of what he gave away is immediately gulped down.

"Wow."

Weird-and-apparently-starved guy wipes his mouth on his sleeve, "Fuck you."

Oh-kay. So he can swear.

In the ensuing lull of silence, Scar takes a moment to discretely look the intruder over again, as well as make note of his voice. Somehow gritty, yet rather high, it sounds weirdly similar to his own—in fact, the owner of it looks weirdly similar to him—that is, if you ignore the short, tangled hair and general lack of personal hygiene.

What he mistook earlier for an inability to sit still turns out to be paranoia, as, the moment he's done eating his food, his beyond-bizarre doppelgänger proceeds to circle his hut at least three times, checking every entrance and exit and eventually blocking them all off with a single chest-level block.

Apparently even that odd practice leaves him unsatisfied, however, as he then swivels around and demands, "Is this place safe?"

"Uh, depends. Mobs don't come here often and my friends aren't dangerous—most of the time," Scar amends. Then hastens to add, "Usually." Pause. "Sometimes. I'm really not sure. It—fluctuates."

He knows what he sounds like, but the man's seen worse—clearly—so he doesn't call his words into question.

Suddenly Scar is struck with a thought—does—does this guy have friends?

He doesn't ask him this, however, and instead decides on a more neutral approach, "What's your name?"

The guy gives him a long suspicious look.

"Scar."

Scar blinks.

"No, my name is Scar."

"Well, pick another one, then," this new—this Scar says, but it's the least threatening thing he's said so far, judging by the slightly lighter tone of his voice. Scar—the real Scar, and doesn't that sound crazy?—does wonder whether his doppelgänger-twin-alternate self?-whatever is coming to the same conclusions as him—but if he is, either he's not bothered, or he's very good at hiding it.

His own lack of surprise surrounding the revelation that this is him from some kind of parallel universe makes him wonder less. Maybe because he's a wizard, and therefore supposed to be used to all kinds of strange phenomenons.

Maybe he's just tired.

Other him swings his arms around for a bit and then slides down to sit on the floor with his back rested against the wall, all his previous energy gone so fast that it would make one wonder whether it had ever been real in the first place.

"It's cold up here," he says, with the air of someone long used to the chilly weather—or his own helplessness against it.

After a moment's hesitation, Scar joins him on the floor, making sure that their arms are a sufficient distance apart.

"You have an issue with the cold?"

"No. Just would've thought that maybe in another life I'd have settled somewhere else. Somewhere warmer."

A pang of pain shoots through Scar's chest. He looks away. He was about to ask this him where he was from, but now he's not so sure he wants to—he'd rather not have those same questions be directed back at him.

He wonders what Grian would say. If he could see this other version of him that's clearly suffered more than the both of them combined. What kind of joke he would make. If he would have anything to say at all, or if he would go straight for his sword.

If he would hesitate before deciding which one of them to use it on.

"Your friends try to kill you?"

Evidently, the other him has no compunction when it comes to bringing up things Scar would rather not think about—

"Yeah, well, they're not—they're not really my friends," he admits, suddenly feeling very small. "I just said that to look cool. And also because they were, or at least I think they were, but lately we haven't been talking and they only ever come 'round here for resources, so—"

He shuts up.

Other him hums, but thankfully has no interest in digging further. The wind makes a searing noise as it rushes in and out of his hut, past the one-block barricades, and Scar wonders once again what the point of making such a stupid defence even was. He doesn't ask, however, even though he probably should, to get back at this prick for reminding him of things he spends the whole day thinking about, anyway—

A long while passes before he opens his mouth again.

"I miss them."

"At least you have someone to miss."

The muttered remark should sound accusatory, but it's not. It's bitter, the kind of bitter that comes with understanding exactly what kind of feeling you are talking about. The kind of bitter that says I've been where you are and I've been worse and I'm glad you don't know what that worse is like. It's one short sentence, and yet it speaks volumes as to what must have happened in that weird place that had zombies and guns but not diamonds and was as cold as a lonely hut atop an equally lonely mountain.

Scar is well aware that this weird other version of him could kill him in the blink of an eye. But he sighs and leans into him, accepts the warmth of physical contact and the emotional warmth that neither of them will ever admit to needing.

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pulisicz · 1 year

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have we been here before? - mason mount

i guess things have come full circle

summary - you and mason used to “date” back in middle school, which then led to a more serious relationship in high school, but due to mason pursuing his football career, you two spilt.

now, years later, you two are reunited.

♡︎

pairing - mason mount x fem!reader

song inspo - n/a

warnings! - none, this is straight fluff

word count - 1.5k

note - i will 100% be making a part 2

mason had had a long day. getting back into the season had been hard, especially after the heartbreak of what happened at the world cup.

another loss…

it was hard on all of the guys, but that doesn’t mean that they could just be all sad and not give it 110% for their club teams.

it was, however, nice to get back with the team.

mason had missed all of them a lot, but mainly his two best mates, christian and ben.

“i hate to be the one to say this, but there’s always next time. we had a rough fight, but we did well, lads”. harry maguire says as they all get situated in their plane seats.

after the long plane ride, the boys were finally back in england. yes, loosing the world cup sucked, but being back home was nice.

mason’s sister, stacey, and his mom, picked him up from the airport.

“oh my god, stacey, what are you doing here?” mason said, being more shocked than ever.

his sister lives in australia, and after she and her family came to see mason play, she was supposed to go back to australia, at least that was the plan. but stacey had wanted to surprise mason by visiting england for a little.

the car ride home was nice. he got to catch up with his sister, which was much needed. he also got a moment of peace from all of the craziness in his life, which was very refreshing.

mason didn’t have to go back to chelsea training for another week, so he got to rest and do whatever he wanted for a good while. although mason was excited to spend time with his family and friends, the only thing he could think of at the moment was getting into his bed to take a much needed nap.

you were almost done with your errands, the only place left to go to was the grocery store. you went over your list to see what you needed and headed into the store, list and pen in hand.

apples

grapes

saltine crackers

lemonade

lettuce

tomato’s

shredded cheese

caesar salad dressing

croutons

granola bars

you didn’t need much so it shouldn’t be a long trip.

you were almost finished with your list, only a couple items left when you realized you needed to grab more bread.

you are carefully going over your list and assessing what you had already gotten as you turn to the bread aisle, not paying attention to your surroundings. you collide with someone else’s cart, which shake you from your focus.

“oh shit, i’m sorry! i wasn’t looking where i was go-ing…. mason?”

you stand there, unable to think, but trying to think at the same time.

what is he doing here?

“what are you doing here?” you ask, as if it’s not the most obvious answer. he’s obviously getting groceries.

“i’m getting groceries, and you?”

your mind is racing. it had been 5 years since you last saw him. 5 years since the two of you were dating. 5 years since you were your happiest self.

“doing the same. um. how have you been?”

you really had no idea what to say. for someone you used to know so well, you’re acting as if this is your first time meeting.

“i’ve been good. i just back into town today and wanted to run out to get some things. nothing much though. what about you? are you still into photography?”

photography… he remembered

“yes i am! i’m actually studying photography at oxford, along with english. it’s been a really cool experience. — and what do you mean by not much, didn’t you just get back from the world cup? that’s insane mason! you did amazing!”

“thank you. i tried”

mason couldn’t believe he ran into y/n. all the memories flooded him.

she still studies photography…

mason remembered everything about her. he remembered how she always wanted to be an author, but had the biggest passion for photography. he remembered how oxford was the only school she wanted to go to. he remembered that she had started writing a book their senior year.

her book.

“did you end up finishing your book?” mason asked remembering about her book.

the book was something y/n had put all her time into. she was not passionate about writing it, and mason was ecstatic for her, but she was still in the very early stages of it when they had broken up, so he never got to see it really come together.

“my book?” y/n seemed puzzled. did she forget about it? did she finish it? does she have no idea what i’m talking about? masons mind started wandering. was it weird that i asked?

y/n stood there think for a few more seconds before her eyes lit up.

“YOU REMEMBER?!”

“how could i forget? you poured your entire heart into that book. i never got to see it come together. did you end up finishing it?”

y/n’s smile faded just a little.

“sadly not. i had to put it on the back burner to focus on my studies, and even now i only work on it from time to time. i still want to finish it though.”

this made mason smile a little. hearing that she was still working on her book made him happy. it was like nothing had changed. y/n was still y/n. the only thing is, is that mason is now a world famous footballer, and y/n is a student at oxford.

“i hate to break this reunion up, but i have to finish my grocery shopping and get back to my dorm. my roommate is going to kill me if i’m not home soon. it was so nice to see you mason”.

no.

mason couldn’t just let her leave like he did to her 5 years ago.

“y/n?”

y/n turned back around before leaving the asile.

“can i get your number? i have gotten a new number since senior year and i really want to get together with you some time”.

y/n walked over to mason and he gave her his phone so she could put in her number.

“i’ll see you later, mason”. y/n said, putting a little emphasis on his name.

the second y/n walked out of the aisle, mason did a little celebration dance before composing himself to finish shopping.

—————————————————————————

“would you want to go to the 49 cafe for brunch tomorrow?”

mason had typed and retyped his text about 5 times. why was he so nervous? is just a date. it’s not even a proper date, it’s just brunch, nothing fancy.

delivered.

you were at your desk studying for your upcoming exam in your psych class when your phone lit up.

mason was the name on your screen and your heart skipped a beat. you had hoped he would text sooner than later, but certainly not this early, although you weren’t complaining.

as you read the text you couldn’t help but blush. you pull your knees up on the chair to lean your chin on as you text mason back.

“i would love to! what time?”

you saw the three dots show up almost immediately, which only made you blush more.

“does someone finally have a little boyfriend?” your roommate, emily, asks in a giddy, yet, sarcastic tone. emily has always pushed you to go out more, but being the introvert you were, chose to stay home writing, studying, or editing photos from your photo shoots.

“hmm? oh, no. i just saw a funny video”.

lies.

you had never ever lied to emily, but you couldn’t tell her that you were going on a date with mason mount.

“you’re lying, i know you too well”.

emily hops off her bed and makes her way towards you. you knew you were a bad lier, but no matter how good the lie was, emily would always see right through you.

“so, what’s his name?”

“mason”

emily starts smiling and jumping up and down.

“y/n finally has a boyfriend” emily says in a sing-song type voice while skipping around in a circle like a 5 year old.

“i don’t have a boyfriend, em. it’s just brunch”.

well, i did have a boyfriend.

you hadn’t told emily about mason yet, and you weren’t ever planning on telling her, but being reunited with mason might have to bring you to tell her, but that was a problem for another day.

you look back at your phone to see if mason had texted back the time for tomorrow, and as expected, the blue bubble has appeared.

“11 AM?”

you look at your schedule to make sure you definitely don’t have any classes at that time, and after seeing you have nothing, you text him back.

“works for me”

“perfect. i’ll see you tomorrow, y/n”

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fangirleaconmigo · 2 years

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Demon!Geralt Geraskier AU premise/concept

(not a full full fic, just some fun)

Jaskier is a music student at an ivy league university. He has been disowned by his wealthy parents, so he is broke and working as a janitor to help pay his way.

One sunny morning, he is cleaning a frat house. The house is quiet, because all the frat boys are sleeping off hangovers from their epic Halloween party. There are broken glasses, stray bras, and empty bottles everywhere.

Ever since he was cut off financially and started cleaning dorms and frat houses, they don't invite him to parties anymore. It's fine. He is fine with it.

As he walks into the kitchen, one of the boys who used to be a friend (or so he thought) passes him groggily in the hall on his way to the bathroom. Jaskier feels a slight flush of embarrassment and decides to start cleaning in the basement.

When he descends the stairs to the basement, he takes in an odd scene.

There are abandoned velvet...robes? Everywhere? And more broken glass. There is a black circle painted on the ancient stone floors (Jaskier is gonna take a picture of that before he starts, to prove he didn't fucking deface university property) and burned down candles everywhere.

He takes out his phone and just as he snaps a picture, an abandoned robe in the center of the circle moves. Fuck. He jams his phone in his pocket. The guy is probably just sleeping something off, but what if he passed out down here? None of these fucking douchebags would have helped him. He better make sure he's ok.

He pulls aside the robe, to find a muscular, stark naked man, curled into a ball. The man startles when he feels the robe move, and he sits up. His hair is white and his pupils are golden. And when he sees Jaskier, his body flushes pink, and, wait....are those? Scales? Red scales?

The man swiftly arranges his hair and Jaskier realizes something disappears when he does that.

"Do you have...horns?" Jaskier asks stupidly.

"No. I do not have horns. Not any longer."

"Are those scales?"

Jaskier reaches out a finger and gets his hand slapped.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

The man doesn't reach for his robe. So Jaskier picks one up and holds it out. The man takes it but doesn't put it on.

Jaskier clears his throat. "Your friends are all sleeping up there. They can probably find a better place to sleep than on some rocks."

The man tilts his nose up ever so slightly. "They are not my friends."

He stands up and Jaskier's throat goes dry as he just keeps....standing. The man is huge. Like. Not normal huge. Enormous.

Jaskier looks down as the man puts on the robe. "Then why did you come to their party?" Jaskier lifts the broom in his hand. "I'm getting paid to be here at least."

"They summoned me."

"Summoned?"

Jaskier stares at him for a moment in silence. The man just stares back.

"Are you a--"

"A demon, yes."

"Shit. That's. That's cool. I've never met a demon."

"You aren't afraid?"

Jaskier scratches his temple and considers. "Well. According to my parents, Satan is my father and I'm going to hell when I die. So. Seems like I sort of....maybe...belong to you."

"Hmmm." The man seems to be amused, but it is hard to tell.

Jaskier holds out his hand. "Jaskier. Nice to meet you."

"Really?"

"Why not?"

"Well. It's usually less nice to meet you and more here are my demands."

"They summoned you to demand something? What do people usually demand?"

"It's usually fuck or fight. I don't know what these guys wanted because they wandered off before I got here. They were pretty wasted."

"Fuck...or..."

"They want me to kill someone for them. Or they expect me to fall in love with them and fuck them. Or some combination of the three."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Well, you're very attractive, Mr..."

"Geralt. It's Geralt."

"You're insanely attractive, Geralt. I feel uniquely qualified to say that since I have seen you stark naked. But it does seem rather....presumptuous to expect that any demon that shows up is going to want to fuck you."

"I do not think they care what I want."

Jaskier shuddered. "Fucking creeps."

Geralt grunts listlessly. He arranges the robe around him. The black velvet is stunning against his skin. These douchebag frat boys might be pricks, but they do have an eye for fabric.

Jaskier stays silent for a moment again, listening for noises upstairs. "I think they're still asleep. Why don't you get out of here. Go home."

"I cannot. I am bound inside the circle. And even if I could get out of the circle, I am bound to this plane until they release me. There is a ritual where they release me back home. Back to hell."

Jaskier lays down the broom and rubs his chin in thought.

"Can I let you out?"

"Yes. Just scuff the circle."

Jaskier immediately scuffs the circle, and Geralt sighs in relief. He steps outside of the strip of black paint and stretches his arms, then his legs. Jaskier is thoroughly transfixed by the rippling muscles and thighs thick as tree trunks.

"I cannot leave this area though. I find that I can get about a mile away before I start to fade. I cannot leave. And if they realize their ritual worked, they will find me."

"But the only way they will do the closing ritual is if they realize it worked."

"Exactly."

"You are in a pickle, sir."

"Indeed."

Jaskier clears his throat and scuffs the floor with his foot, even though the paint is scuffed enough. "You can come stay with me. Hide out. I am staying in a hostel now, but it's a private room. We could sneak you in."

"You would do that for me?"

"Of course. And I've already raided their pantry. I have bags of food under the window outside I can just swipe on the way out." Jaskier grinned. "We can eat like kings."

Geralt chuckles. "I do enjoy human food occasionally. I don't need to eat, but it is pleasurable. But Jaskier."

"Yes?"

The demon scrunches his face, affecting a ferocious threating expression. "His power over me does not extend to you. You cannot compel me to do anything. In fact, I can kill you with a thought. Just a mere notion. You'd be dead. Rotten. Bones clattering to the ground. All that before I even speak."

Jaskier sucks his cheeks in for a moment as he thinks. "Well, do you kill people for being annoying?"

Geralt shakes his head. "No."

Jaskier grins. "Then I'm safe."

They sneak upstairs together and slink through the halls. They hear voices in the living room and Geralt startles. The sight of a demon the size of a dragon trying to crouch back into corner is one Jaskier will not soon forget.

Two of the frat boys are awake and chatting. "Did you see fucking Julian come through here?"

"No. What's that dickswab doing here?"

"He's in the basement cleaning."

"He's the cleaning lady?"

"He's poor now. His parents disowned him."

"Why?"

"Why the fuck do you think?"

The boys dissolve into laughter and Jaskier feels his neck flush hot. For some reason, it is extra humiliating to be laughed at in front of a large, powerful, gorgeous, actual demon.

"Come on, Geralt," he says. "There's another exit.

As they change direction down the other hall, there is a shriek and a gurgle from the direction of the living room. Even though they move fast and are outside in just a moment, Jaskier hears the screams through the open window.

"Percy's dead!"

He looks at Geralt in shock. Geralt shrugs. "Percy wasn't at the ritual. I'm not bound to him."

"I thought you didn't kill people for being annoying?"

Geralt fidgets. "He isn't dead. They're being dramatic. It's just a bit of...pain." He watches Jaskier, brow furrowed. "Do you--do you-- still want to help me?"

Jaskier doesn't need to think about that one. "I do. But you need to learn some manners. There are a lot of assholes in this place and even some living in the hostel. If we leave a trail of bodies, they'll find you very quickly."

Geralt nods.

"Good. Now. How do you feel about cappuccino?" He lifted a bag that jangled. "They have one of those fancy machines. I'm borrowing it."

Geralt grunts again. Jaskier has already figured that one out. It is agreement.

#the witcher #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #geralt x jaskier #demon au

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Theres nothing you can do that would make me leave

Hi friends and Happy Halloween! Here is a Halloween one shot nobody asked for. I had so much fun writing this one. I do hope you all enjoy. Also if you want to read on AO3 here's the link.

Also shout out to @monarchsrus and Baileyrhapsody for their help while writing. I am nothing without the help of my friends!

Also I am dyslexic and will proof read more later! Please bare with me until then.

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It had only been a month since she killed Richie. A month since her eye’s had glowed and she brushed it off as her meds not working. A month since something inside her shifted. In the moment it was easy to brush off, to say it was exhaustion or the comedown after intense trauma. But with each day that passed Sam found it harder and harder to ignore.

It started small in the beginning. Her stab wound healed in an unnatural amount of time. Then her temper started to get out of control. Then Tara noticed almost every time Sam picked up a glass it would shatter. Sam had an excuse for everything and anything Tara questioned. That was until the nightmares got out of control.

Every one was the same. A dark beast, a wolf, chasing Sam relentlessly gaining on her heels causing her to wake in a broken sweat. It felt as though each time she had the dream the wolf got closer and closer to attacking. Tara would wake up to find Sam curled up at the foot of her bed whimpering like a dog but as soon as she brought it up to Sam, she acted like it didn’t happen.

The real final straw was when Tara would say things under her breath and Sam would hear her word for word.

“Baby girl you have to eat so you can take your meds.” Sam said in a gentle yet firm tone as she walked away, into the kitchen to make herself some food.

“I don’t even like casserole” Tara muttered under her breath.

“If you had told me that I wouldn’t have made it” Sam yelled from the kitchen leaving Tara in utter bewilderment.

Tara felt a million questions flash in her mind, something was off with her sister and she needed to figure out what.

A few days had pasted since then and Sam found herself having another sleepless night. She shook awake hearing herself yelp out in her sleep. The cold light from the near full moon illuminated her room. She turned over and grabbed her phone to check the time.

“4:48. Perfect” She said setting her phone back down. Every night she seemed to be getting less and less sleep. She had only fell asleep two hours ago, it was like her body was restless and needed to move.

Getting out of bed she headed to the bathroom, she realized that after waking up she was covered in sweat so she might as well clean herself up.

Once making it into the bathroom Sam stood in front of the sink and took herself in. She noticed the dark circles under her eyes from her lack of sleep and the way her body seemed on edge as if it was looking for a fight.

She turned the faucet on and ran the water until it turned warm. She splashed her face hoping the warmth of the water would relax her body. Once she was done she dried her face off and looked at her reflection.

Her eyes flashed a golden yellow causing her to stumble back. She rubbed her eye hard as if it was simply something in her eye. Sam looked up again to see her dark brown iris’s staring back at her.

She took a deep breath as she griped the sink accidentally letting her mind wander to memories from the past month.

The way she constantly felt on edge, how she couldn’t control her strength, how everything was always so loud. The mere thought of why sent a chill down her spine.

Sam looked up once more to see her eye glowing again, but this time she didn’t look away. Something in the back of her mind knew the truth but she could never say it. Admitting it out loud would be more insane than just thinking it. Yet she could feel her bones vibrating beneath her skin, the way her teeth ached inside her gums, and how the porcelain sink started to crack under her grip. She wasn’t in control.

Just then she heard a knock on the bathroom door.

“Sam?” Tara asked on the other side of the door.

Sam quickly tried to blink away the glow in her eyes.

“Are you okay? Im here if you want to talk” Tara added

“Go away Tara” Sam snip out harsher then she intended.

Tara immediately regressed to her childhood self, once again begging for her big sister to let her in. But she wasn’t a kid anymore. She had years to sit with her emotions, and for Tara time didn’t heal all wounds it just turned them into anger.

“You don’t get to fucking do that Sam” She barked

“You don’t get to leave and come back and treat me like you used to” Tara could feel the tears pooling in her eyes but she didn’t care.

Sam inside the bathroom could feel the panic creeping up her neck. She knew she was in the wrong once again but she couldn’t let her sister in. What if she hurt her?

“So you're not even gonna say anything?” Tara waited a few more seconds to allow her sister time to rebuttal.

Sam tried hard to find the right words. But her fears were taking over leaving her mouth dry and empty.

“Somethings wrong, I can feel it… So i’m… I’m coming in” Tara said as she turned the door handle. She was nervous beyond belief at what Sam might do to make her leave again.

Once opening the door she saw Sam just standing in front of the mirror with her eyes closed. Tara could even see how stiff her body was. Tara mindlessly walked over and slipped her arms around Sam’s waist hugging her from the back.

“Whatever it is you can talk to me” Tara whispered into her sister.

Sam’s mind was on fire as it burned with all of it’s what ifs. Initially when her sisters arms graced her skin she tensed up but the warmth of the embrace soon washed over her allowing her to relax into the hug. But Taras words rattled in her ears.

‘Talk to her, just tell her the truth. What even is the truth.’ She thought to herself. The more she tried to find words the more she felt her anxiety rise and her grip on the sink tightened causing cracks to splinter out like a spider web.

“I don’t know what’s happening to me” Sam finally mutter out through a thick voice, her words sending a shiver down her spin as her emotions begin poor out.

Tara squeezed Sam tighter as she felt her big sister let out a sob.

“I know, but we can figure this out together. You just have to talk to me.” Tara reassured her sister holding her ear to her back. She could hear how fast Sam’s heart was beating.

Sam’s breath hitched in her throat at her sisters words.

“You know?” Sam said finally looking up and opening her eyes.

Tara let go and tried to find her sisters eyes in the mirror.

“I mean I’ve noticed… things” She said not really trying to insinuate anything.

Sam looked down again realizing that just because she was ignoring it didn’t mean other were.

Tara swallowed hard before asking the one question that could change everything again. The one thing that meant she could lose her sister again after just getting her back.

“Are you using again?” Her voice barely above a whisper

Sam couldn’t believe her ears. She whipped around to look Tara in the eye but her baby sisters head had fallen to stare at the floor.

“What?” Was all Sam could muster up as she took in how defeated Tara looked.

“Well I know killing Richie has taken it’s toll on you and well maybe to cope…”

“Im not using. Im not. I swear” Sam cut tara off and pulled her into a hug.

Tara melted into her big sister’s touch, something she longed for for so many years. She couldn’t help the tears that started to flood over her eyes.

“Im sorry, you’ve just been so on edge and not to mention the nightmares. It’s just you stoped talking again, it felt like old times.” Tara crocked out through her sobs.

Sam could feel the guilt eating at her bones. She knew she fucked up in the past but seeing the lasting effects crushed her insides.

“Fuck Tara, Im so sorry. I didn’t realize…”

“Did you do that?” Tara cut Sam off noticing the cracked sink behind her sister. She pushes past her and examines the cracks closely.

Sam eyes follow her sister as she tried to switch topics, but ultimately fails to keep up with Tara.

Tara reaches out and gabs Sam’s hand and places it back on the sink.

“Squeeze it.” Tara said with curiosity in he voice.

“What?” Sam responded not understanding what Tara was getting at.

“Break the sink.”

“But I…”

“Just try.”

Sam felt the urge to roll her eyes but instead followed her sisters instructions. She squeezed the sink as hard as she could and to her surprise it crumbled to dust beneath her grip. Barely breaking a sweat.

“That’s not normal” Tara said pointing to the broken sink.

Sam looked from the sink to her hand and back again. Her mind trying to make sense of it all.

“It was already broken. It’s cracked”

“Sam, people can’t just crush a sink” Tara said matter-o-factly as she stared at Sam.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Sam said as she sat down on the side of the bathtub

“Like what? I was just looking at you” Tara said throwing her hands in the air.

“Like you're waiting for me to tell you something. Like I know what’s going on…. Like… Like I’m a monster” Sam said with frustration leaking into her tone.

“What? You are not a monster Sam. I would never think that about you.” Tara said kneeling down to take Sam’s hands.

Tears started to spill over Sam’s eyes as Tara held her hands.

“But the sink” Sam managed to say through her silent sobs.

“Okay, I'll admit it’s weird and frankly not normal. But it doesn’t make you a monster” Tara almost chucked at the thought of her sister being anything other than her Sammy.

Sam takes a deep breath letting the loved soaked words settle in her heart. Even after everything her sister has seen, she’s never wavered in her love. Sam still feels unworthy of that kind of love but she can’t deny how good it feels.

Tara noticing her sister finally relaxing she pushed herself to swing the conversation.

“Are you ready to talk about it?” She asked wincing at her own words.

“Not talking won’t make it go away, so I guess so” Sam rebutted with.

“Okay, cool.” Tara said as awkward tension filled the air. She felt pressure to say the right thing to insure Sam wouldn’t shut down but how does one even start a conversation like this.

“It was right after I killed Richie” Sam’s words startled Tara as she didn’t think Sam would just start talking on her own.

“What was?” Tara continued lightly squeezing Sam’s hand to offer support

“It felt like a damn inside of me broke. Like there was this balloon filling with air inside my chest and it finally popped. It sent a wave of energy through my veins. Something changed in me in that moment.” Sam said raise her head to make eye contact with her baby sister. Half of Sam expected fear to be plastered across her face but was pleasantly surprised when she was met with eye’s full of admiration and love.

“Your eyes” Tara said with a child like wonder as she reached up to tuck fallen hair behind her big sisters ear.

Sam realized instantly what Tara meant and quickly looked away. She couldn’t help the panic that started to creep back into her chest knowing the glow of her eyes was another thing that was real.

“No wait, they're beautiful” Tara said pulling her sister face back into view.

“They’re glowing aren’t they?” Sam asked slowly allowing Tara to turn her face back.

“This has happened before?” Tara asked still examining her big sisters eyes.

“Ya, the first time was right after Richie and its been kinda random ever since then. I thought it was my mind playing tricks on me. So I ignored it.” Sam added trying to calm the uneasiness in her stomach.

Tara got up from kneeling down and started to pace the bathroom. Sam could tell she was thinking as her lips slightly twitched wherever she was debating something inside her head. However, before Sam could realize what she was doing. Tara rushed over to the bathroom mirror opening up the cabinet that was behind it. She reached in and grabbed an eyebrow shaping knife. She turned back to Sam and made a small incision on the palm of her hand and as it started to pool blood she held it out to Sam’s face.

“Tara what the fuck are you doing?!?!” Sam yelled as she pushed her sisters bloody hand out of her face. She quickly reached for some toilet paper to cover the blood coming out of her baby sisters hand.

“Well that’s a relief” Tara said with a huff

“WHAT IS?” Sam said completely shell shocked at the events unfolding.

“That you're not a vampire” Tara rebutted with slight irritation as if that information should have been obvious.

Sam was speechless at her sisters words and just stared at her dumbfounded.

“What?… Come on Sam think about it. You’ve had heightened emotion, your unnaturally strong, you can practically hear from a mile away, and last but not least your eye fucking glow.” Tara said waiting a beat before continuing.

“For fuck sake I was almost expecting you to say this is the skin of a killer Bella” Tara ended in a mocking tone.

“This isn’t funny Tara” Sam said focusing back on the bleeding hand in front of her.

“Shit you're right. Twilight was too far.”

Silence fell over the two and Sam thought on her baby sisters actions.

“Wait, now I'm not saying I believe any of this but what the hell was your plan if I was. Which I'm not.”

“I’ll be honest I didn’t think that far.” Tara said with a bashful smile, embarrassment flushing her cheeks.

Sam rolled her eyes and tried to bandage up Tara’s hand. It wasn’t deep enough to need stitches but she was glad they still has gauze and medical tape at the ready.

“Tara you can’t do stuff like this. What if it was worse!” Sam locked eyes with Tara silently communication her disappointment and worry.

“I know I’m sorry. I just don’t know what to do” Tara admitted dropping her head in defeat.

“That’s because you're not supposed to. Im the big sister that’s my job” Sam said grabbing tara by the chin and kissing her forehead.

“But I want to help. I have to help” Tara said almost begging for Sam to need her.

“And you have. Okay. Trust me baby girl. More than you know” Sam said smiling at her whole world. Tara face flushed at the reassurance her sister was giving. It had been a long time since someone made her feel like she was enough.

“So what do we do now then?” Tara asked watching Sam get up from the tub to put away the bandage and medical tape.

“I have no clue”

Tara’s face crunched with confusion as she continued to watch her sister.

“But you said that was your job?”

“Okayyy but I didn’t say I was good at it” Sam quipped back with a shit eating grin

Tara laughed and threw some wadded up tissue at her but Sam’s reflexes aided her in dodging and catching the paper.

“Gotta be quicker than that” Sam said tossing it into the trash can near the toilet. Tara viewed her big sister actions and thought of a plan.

“I got it! Tests! We should run tests on you.” Tara jumped up and down a little with her words as excitement flooded her body.

Sam was nervous to say the least but seeing how happy Tara was she couldn’t ruin that.

“Okay. What tests do you have in mind?” Sam asked slightly regretting the question before she even finished it.

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“Honestly I think I could keep going” Sam said mid pushup

“Don’t speak. Must focus on counting… 867…868…869” Tara said while sitting on her sisters back.

Sam just laughed and continued doing push ups in the back yard. It was getting close to sun set so she didn’t mind taking the rest of Tara’s tests outside.

So far they had tested her healing ability, speed, strength and now endurance, while taking plenty of time in between to talk about all the things missed in the last five years.

“900… okay I don’t wanna count anymore. Im exhausted” Tara said climbing off of Sam’s back causing the older Carpenter to chuckle.

“Hey, Im the one that just did almost a 1,000 push up WITH you on my back” Sam said as she took a drink of water.

“No need to brag. We’re trying to get to the bottom of this. Remember?” Tara shot back looking over her notes that she had been taking throughout the day.

“Ya, ya, ya. So whats the verdict doctor?” Sam asked walking back towards her sister.

“I mean it’s hard to say. Most supernatural beings or even just people with powers tend to have the ability to heal, speed, and strength. We need to get more specific. Cut out the basics like the blood test from before. That ruled out vampires.” Tara tapped her pencil on her head as if it would pop an idea into her mind.

Sam on the other hand swallowed her anxiety. Frankly everything Tara was saying scared the every living shit out of her and it sounded like they had lost their minds. Actually considering she could be anything more than a human was crazy. But this whole day weirdly felt like a day out of their childhood. Tara coming up with crazy ideas and games for Sam to just follow along with. Their banter, teasing, and laughter made it seem like Ghostface never came to town and that Sam never left.

“Okay so you could try screaming like a banshie, singing like a siren, or we can check a calendar… ” Tara blurred out snapping Sam out of her head.

“Lets just call it a day” Sam said cutting Tara off.

“Its officially dark outside, so why don’t we go in make some dinner and you can show me another movie. Anything you want.” Sam finished with a smile and pulled Tara into a side hug.

“But we didn’t figure it out.” Tara said disappointment lacing her tone.

“Hey there’s always tomorrow. Besides even if we don’t figure it out tomorrow either we have every day after that. Im not going anywhere and you better not either I’m gonna need your professional opinion.” Tara felt the hot tears sting the back of her eyes. She’d been waiting years to hear those words come out of her sisters mouth. I need you. That all she wanted and she finally got it. Today was shaping up to be the best day of Tara’s life.

“Hey what’s wrong?” Sam said seeing the wetness of Tara’s eyes

“Nothing. Honestly for the first time noth…”

“AHHHHHH”

Before Tara could finish her thought Sam was on the ground screaming in pain.

“Sam? Whats happening?” Tara screams as she bends down next to her sister who’s gripping the ground so hard she’s pulling up clumps of grass and dirt.

“FUCKKKK.” Sam screams again as a loud snap echoes though the dark of the backyard.

The sound triggers something in Tara’s brain causing her to pull out her phone and check the calendar.

“Oh fuck” Tara mutters out

“What?” Sam hisses out as she tries to lift her head up off the ground. But Sam could feel her bones rubbing against each other every time she moved. She could feel her teeth ache with every word spoke. But she still managed to look at her sister searching for answers. Sadly she got one. One she never wanted.

“Its a full moon” Was all Tara could say before Sam started to shift. Her bone snapping one by one while the sounds of her flesh ripping traveled though the air. It made Tara nauseous. She didn’t know what to do. She wanted to help but how? She rested a hand on what seemed to be Sam’s shoulder.

Sam felt her little sisters touch and fear traveled to every fiber of her being. A simple touch and she could feel her bodies trigger unlatch. The deep dark pit inside her stomach instantly filled and bubbled over. The next thing she saw was going to die and she wasn’t going to be able to stop. So she did what she does best.

She ran.

“Sam!” Tara called after her but was alone before she could even blink.

“How could I be so stupid!” Tara huffed as she kicked at the air. She should have known. All the signs were there and she missed them. She wasn’t smart enough to figure it out. To do something about it. To stop it so her sister wouldn’t run away. It was like she was 13 again waking up to an empty room.

But she’s not 13 and Sam isn’t gone forever. She said she wouldn’t. So when she comes back Tara will be ready.

Ready for what, she doesn’t know but she knows who to call.

“Sup little Carpenter” Mindy said on the other side of the phone.

“Hey I’m older than you” Tara rebuttled as she rolled her eyes.

“Ya. Ya. Ya so whats up?” Mind asked

“Well me and Sam were arguing about werewolf lore and she said the only way for someone to turn is to get bit and I didn’t think that was true so I called you because who else would know this stuff better than you.” Tara said while pacing around the backyard. She couldn’t bring herself inside in case Sam were to come back.

“Odd topic for the two of you. But you're right. I am the one to call and obviously Sam’s wrong. There are multiple ways one can become a werewolf. Yes the bite is the most common. But you can also turn if you get infected by werewolf blood or if both of your parents are werewolves then you're just born with it. But they tend to be the most tame because they turn from the young age. Oh and then you get into the cursed aspect.”

Tara felt herself perk up at the mention os a curse.

“What do you mean the cursed aspect?” She asked

“Well a curse is a curse and it can come from almost anything. It can be triggered by anything also. For example lets say your blood line is cursed so on your 18th birthday you turn for the first time and that happens to everyone in your family. Oh another common one is you don’t turn unless you’ve taken a life.”

“Taken a life?” The hair on the back of her neck stood straight up at Mindy’s words.

“Ya like taking a life tiggers your curse. In some old werewolf lore there were certain blood lines predestined for death and destruction so as a punishment for taking a life they would be cursed to turn into the best they truly were every month. So ya lots of ways to get turned. Sam’s way wrong” Mindy finished in a condescending way

“Thanks, Min. I’ll tell her.” Tara said and hung up. Her mouth was dry and she could feel the burn in her chest getting stronger. She quickly rushed inside the house and grabbed her inhaler taking two big hits. The medication floods her system and she sits down on the couch. How the hell is she gonna tell all of this to Sam without her completely shutting down?

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Sam felt the morning sun kiss her face. It was warm and soft like a fresh towel out of a dryer. She blinked the sleep from her eyes and shot up from where she lay. She looked around to find nothing but trees. But upon looking down she almost yelped in fear. She was naked and covered in blood. She franticly tried to figure out where she was or a way to get home. Then like the whole world went silent a single voice broke through to call her home.

Sam got up and started to run towards the sound. She didn’t think twice about it, she just took off as fast as she could and at this point in time was pretty damn fast. She made it to the backyard tree line with in seconds of when she started to run. Peering in she could see Tara sitting curled into a ball on the back patio. The sounds of her crying was pulling Sam like a dog on a leash to make her presence known.

“Tara” Sam whisper yelled from behind a tree.

Tara wiped her face and looked up towards the direction she heard Sam’s voice.

“Sam?” She called out.

“Im behind the tree. Could you maybe go get me some clothes?” She asked popping her head out to let Tara see her.

Tara ran inside and grabbed the first thing she saw and rushed back to Sam. Once reaching the tree she held out the blanket she pulled from the couch.

Sam grabbed it and wrapped up.

“Really?” Sam said look down at her younger sister.

“What? It was the first thing I saw” Tara shot back with a smile

“Whatever” Sam said as she began to walk inside. Before she got very far she felt a small body collide with her own. Upon looking down she saw Tara bear hugging her.

“Hey Hey its okay. Whats wrong?” Sam said hugging tara back noticing the sobs coming from her.

“I was so scared”

Sam instantly stiffest at her words. Scared. Tara was scared of her. Sam pulled back trying to get a look at Taras face. Once making eye contact Tara continued.

“I didn’t think you were gonna come back” She finished through staggered breaths.

Guilt shot up Sam’s spine realizing that Tara wasn’t afraid of her but of losing her.

“Hey I’m here. Okay I said I wasn’t going anywhere remember” Sam cooed

A few moments passed before either sister spoke again.

“You should probably go shower. You smell like death” Tara said pulling out of the embrace.

“Defiantly gonna have to throw out this blanket.” Sam added as they walked inside.

Sam took lead as she headed upstairs towards the bathroom. If she was being honest she knows she shut it off inside. Nothing from the past night had really settled in. Yet as if speaking to soon Tara stoped her before she could venture further into the house.

“So are we gonna talk about it?” Tara asked instantly regretting it as she saw Sam wince at the words.

“Not right now…. Please” Sam said cautiously hoping her words were soft enough that they wouldn’t leave her younger sister spiraling while she cleaned up.

“Ya no worries.” Tara said biting back the rejection she couldn’t help but feel.

Sam made her way up the stairs and into the bathroom. As she turned on the shower to let the water get warm she noticed the broken sink out of the corner of her eye. She knows better than to think about that let alone go over to it. Yet like the rebellious teen she was, Sam walked over to the sink and tracked the broken porcelain with her finger accidentally nicking herself in the process.

“Shit” She huffed out pulling her finer away. She watched fresh blood poor over dried yet as fast as her skin split it healed. Being so caught up in the sink and her finger Sam lazily caught a glimpse of herself In the mirror sending a jolt of disgust and panic to every fiber of her being.

Her hair was matted with blood. She had dirt all over her face and dried blood on the corner of her mouth and chin. The blood ran down her body covering most of her especially her hands. Though she only looked for a second the image of herself was already burned into her memory. She quickly got in the shower and began to wash off.

Once she was done cleaning off, Sam got out of the shower and got dressed to meet back with Tara down stairs.

“Took you long enough” Tara said as she paused the movie she was watching.

“Ya well you try…” Sam stoped before she dug a whole she couldn’t climb out of.

There was a new awkward tension that filled the air. So much was yet to be said and neither sister knew where to start.

“Im sorry”

“I called Mindy”

Both sisters said at the same time.

“You what?” Sam’s body tensed at Tara’s words. Surly she wouldn’t have immediately ran off to tell Mindy what happened.

“Not like that. I just called her and asked about some stuff but I made sure to ask in such a way that well, you know” Tara clarified shooting Sam a smile to calm her down.

“Well?” Sam asked

Tara took a deep breath using the time to find the wright words.

“So I think you might be cursed” Tara let out into the already tension filled air.

“What do you mean cursed?” Sam asked folding her arms into herself. She didn’t realize how vulnerable getting answers would make her feel.

“Okay so Mindy said there are a lot of way to become a werewolf, from getting bit, to it running in your family, to blood infections, and finally curses. So I thought all the other ones didn’t make sense but when Mindy started talking about the different kinds of curses well, let’s just say there’s a blood line cure that sounds the most accurate” Tara saw the way Sam was taking in her words. She was shutting down faster than originally expected and she knew what comes after shutting down.

Denial

“Im not… that” Sam was now staring at the floor walking slowly toward the couch. Arms and hands still perfectly tucked away from view.

“Sam” Tara said following her

“No Tara this is insane. This is all insane this can’t be real” Sam spoke franticly waving her hands in the air as she felt her reality settle into her bones.

“You can’t be serious. How the hell do you explain last night then?” Tara felt herself starting to rile up. They can’t afford to dance around this.

“I don’t know what you're talking about” Sam let out like a bratty teenager being accused of cheating on a test.

“Don’t do that”

“Do what?”

“Don’t act like this isn’t real.” Tara said waiting a beat for her sister to snap out of her denial.

“Fuck Sam, we can’t afford you to act like this isn’t real.” She waited again but Sam just sat still on the couch. Tara couldn’t help but feel the anger bubble up inside of her.

“Fine if this is how you want this to go then by all mean ignore it, pretend it isn’t real. Just like you did with Billy” Tara knows she touched a nerve at the way Sam twitches.

“That’s not fair.” Sam says standing up and walking out of the room.

“Wow running away again” Tara said clearly losing her cool

“Are you fucking serious!” Sam abruptly turns on her heals glaring down her younger sister.

“Yes I’m fucking serious. You can’t run away from this. Do you remember how that went last time” Tara lifted her shirt to point at her still bandaged stab wounds.

Hot shame and guilt burned every fiber of Sam’s being at the implication of her sisters words. She could feel her bones start to shift with the overwhelming emotional surge blossoming in her chest. Sam knew everything that happened was her fault and her sister thought it too. If she didn’t leave, if she wasn’t who she was, nobody would have gotten hurt.

As if Tara could read minds she knew exactly how Sam took her words.

“Shit I didn’t mean it like that.”

“But didn’t you?” Sam spoke barely above a whisper as tears pooled in her eyes. She gripped the side of the kitchen table to steady herself leaving cracks beneath her fingers. Taking a deep breath to try and calm down. She could feel she was starting to lose control.

Tara closed the gap between them. Reaching out to the older carpenter. But Sam pulled away afraid of what she might do and backed into the corner of the kitchen. Tara ran her hands through her hair trying to calm the the storm raging inside of her.

“No Sam, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just I know this time around. You didn’t come to me with Billy and I get it. Okay I do. I get why you did what you did. But it’s different this time because I know. I can be here. Really here. But at the same time, if you don’t deal with it. In a month this could be a very different conversation.”

A defining silence fell over the room. Tara didn’t dare move for the fear of spooking Sam even more. While Sam tried with all her might to control her body. She knew Tara was right. She had to let the right thing in just enough to admit the truth.

“Admitting it makes it real” Sam broke the silence through gritted teeth. Her gums were on fire with ever word.

“Not admitting it, doesn’t make it not real” Tara followed up.

Fear was creeping up Sam’s spine. The balloon was back and filling inside her chest, if she kept this up she was surly going to explode and so with a deep breath and a sigh Sam finally let out the truth.

“Fine. Im a fucking Werewolf. Happy” Sam breathed out and with her words her body relaxed.

“Ya the fuck you are! Finally. How was it? Was it cool? Did everything look different? Was your fur itchy?” Tara couldn’t help but feel a little excited. It’s not everyday you can ask these types of questions.

Sam winced at the sudden mood shift in her sister. She wished more than anything she felt the same.

“I don’t remember. I just remember waking up and then feeling like something was pulling me home and then I was here” Sam admitted.

“I feel like that’s probably normal.” Tara said thinking on all the werewolf media she’s consumed.

“It hurt” Sam let out in a shaky breath

“It hurt?” Tara asked

“That’s all I remember. How much it hurt” Sam added

“Oh. Im sorry you had to go through that.” Tara used this opportunity to try and close the gap once again.

But this time Sam reached out and pulled her into a hug letting the warmth of their body mix in a comforting embrace. Sam shudders at the instant release of tension she had.

“What the fuck am I gonna do?” Sam muttered into her baby sisters hair.

“We. We are gonna figure it out. We have a month right?” Tara said hopefully

“And then every month after that” Sam rolled her eyes at her own statement.

“Maybe not. Not if it’s a curse.” Tara said pulling out of the embrace instantly regretting it seeing the disappointed look on Sam’s face.

“Think about it. Your blood line was cursed so what if we break it?”

“Wait exactly how is my blood line cursed?” Sam asked confused as to what Tara was saying.

“Oh shit we never got there. Ya so in some werewolf lore certain blood lines were cursed because, well, um.”

“Because they what?”

“They were predestined for death and destruction so as a punishment they were cursed to turn into the beast they truly were every full moon.” Tara said like she was ripping a bandaid off.

“What are you saying?” Sam asked hesitantly

“I think killing Richie triggered your curse.” Tara shifted her weight at the way her sister’s face dropped.

“So it was inevitable.” Sam accidentally let slip

“Wait what?” Tara asked unsure where her sister was in her thought process.

“Its like you said I was born with death and destruction. It was only a matter of time before I…” Sam choked on her words. Tears started to fall down her cheeks as she thought. She was always destined to take a life and deep down she had known that. There was no running from the Loomis legacy. Then another thought took over.

“Wait if that’s true then. If Im? Then Billy?” Sam started to think out loud while pacing the kitchen floor.

“Ya im pretty sure your grandma too” Tara added making Sam stop in her tracks.

“Oh my god” Sam said

“Ya” Tara shook her head as she watched her sister unravel.

“Fuck”

“Ya”

“Okay then how do you break a curse?” Sam finally asked

“Not a clue. BUT it doesn’t mean we can’t try.” Tara said

“Then we better get to work. We have 30 days” Sam said as she walked over to a calendar that was attached to the fridge.

The next four weeks were a dream for Tara. Sam was present and attentive. Anything Tara asked Sam would answer to her best capability. They would talk for hours on end and when there was nothing else to say Tara would show Sam her favorite movies until they fell asleep entangled in one and other. Tara wanted this to last forever. But nothing good ever last long for a Carpenter.

Sam woke to a car door being slammed shut. She whipped her head towards the clock on the living room wall it read 2:17am. She then looked down to see Tara still fast asleep on her lap.

But then she heard it.

Footsteps

Undeniable to who’s they were.

“Fuck” Sam muttered trying to ease out from under Taras head effectively waking her up.

“Sam?” Tara said as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

“Hey, why don’t you go…” Before Sam could even finish the front door swung open.

“Mom?” Tara said viewing Christina stumbling through the front door.

In hind sight Sam should have known better. From the first twitch in her bones to the way her skin started to crawl. She knows how these things go. She knows how her mother is. She just didn’t know how Tara would be.

When Sam finally snapped to reality her mother had her cornered and was yelling the same old shit she’s heard since she was 13.

“It was only a matter of time before you finished off destroying this family. You get out of my house this instant and don’t even THINK about coming back. I NEVER want to see you again!” Christina spat out.

“You don’t get to say that.” Tara moved in between Sam and their mother.

“Excuse ME?” Christina yelled at her youngest.

“You don’t get to say that… Where were you? HuH? I was attacked and it took you almost two months to finally come back home and drunk no less. So you don’t get to come in here and blame her for you own faults. Because she was here. Sam actually saved my life not that you would listen long enough to understand that. And if we really wanna throw blame around maybe you should look in the mirror and realize that WE have to deal with the fact that YOU let yourself get knocked up by a fucking serial killer.”

Silence filled the air as Tara caught her breath after finishing. She watched the realization flood her mothers mind as all of her rage settled from one child and rose for the other.

“HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO YOUR MOTHER THAT WAY” Christina hissed. She turned from Sam towards her youngest and with the raise of her right hand Christina sealed her fait.

‘SMACK’

Before the echoes of palm against cheek could dissipate in the air. Sam was standing over her mother. Blood dripped from her hands as the metallic smell filled her nostrils. Her body buzzing with delight as she watched the light drift from her mothers eyes.

“S..Sam?” Tara timidly asked as she held the side of her face that was turning bright read. The view of her sister snapped Sam back to reality.

Panic and terror grip Sam by the throat as she looked down. Her mother lay lifeless before her. Sam’s raised her hands up, her claws glistened crimson in the light of the entryway.

She fell to her knees, feeling the balloon expand in her chest as realization set in. She had killed their mother. Without even a second thought. She tore her mother's throat out and relished in the way her life drained from her body.

She stared at her blood soaked hands as if any moment they would be clean and it was all just some trick of the light. But the blood stayed and her mother remained dead.

“Sam please” Tara tried to reach for her sister. Shock locked her joints making her movements clunky causing Sam to back away.

“Get away from me” Sam cried shoving her hands to her side and scooting across the floor as tears fell down her face.

“Hey, hey, you need to calm down” Tara said trying to slowly inch forward towards her sister. She thought it would have been harder to see. Her only mother laying dead on the floor. But Tara couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief wash over her. Sam had vowed to protect her and she had kept that promise. Christina couldn’t hurt her anymore and god did that feel good.

“No no please… I … I can’t.. control it” Sam shook as she felt the pull inside her chest. The balloon was filling faster than she could deflate it.

“Sam we have until tonight. You have to trust me. Its gonna be okay”

Sam looked up at her baby sister. The image of their mother mixing with the one infant of her. A simple flash of Tara laying dead throat torn out popped into Sam’s head. They were out of time.

“Tara you have to go. NOW” Sam said eyes glowing wild as she tried to hold herself together. Tensing every muscle in her body like they could hold her bones in place.

Tara saw the glow of her sisters eyes and realized they were in fact out of time. She rushed to the front room closet and grabbed a duffle bag and made her way to the back yard.

“Sam come on!” She yelled back at her sister.

“We prepared for this” She added before heading to the shed in the back yard.

Sam used what little energy she had left to push herself up. She knew if she wanted to keep her sister safe she had to make it to the shed.

Upon walking outside Sam made a beeline for the shed. Only taking a moment to look up at pale glow of the moon. In an instant she felt her muscles expand drinking in the light as if they were sponges soaking up water.

Sam fell to her knees as her ankle gave out. The sound of bone snapping rippled through the air.

Tara heard the commotion and ran out of the shed to her sisters side and helped her up.

“Tara no. You… SHIT” Sam yelped as more of her body shifted inside.

“Just shut up and let me help you” Tara said pulling her sister up and walking her towards the shed.

Once inside Tara helped Sam down to the floor and started to chain her wrists and ankles.

“What.. if this.. doesn’t work?” Sam asked though exacerbated breaths.

“It will. We tested it over and over again. You can’t break out of the chains.” Tara said locking everything into place. Over the past month they had tested different ways to ensure Sam was locked away on a full moon. Eventually they found a pair of chains that Sam couldn’t break out of. Sadly it cost them an arm and a leg but it settled most of Sam’s nerves.

Once tara was done she pulled out a lawn chair and set it up by the door and sat down.

“Tara what are you doing?” Sam franticly asked.

“Im staying with you”

“No… you have… to go” Sam could barely speak through the pain. It took all of her energy to focus on not shifting.

“Im not leaving you.” Tara said stomping her foot on the ground

“Tara please… I don’t… want.. to.. hurt you” Sam’s said in a low growl

“There’s nothing you can do that would make me leave” Tara held eye contact with her sister. Never breaking away. Even after everything that just happened her faith in Sam never wavered and Sam felt that. As if their gaze said a million words she knew Tara trusted her with her life. Even if Sam didn’t.

So Sam let go. The world around her started to darken as she succumbed to the sharp pain exploding in her body.

Tara on the other hand watched as her sisters body twisted and shifted. She watched as her spine elongated and her teeth sharpened. She kept telling herself she should be afraid that she should be disgusted but she couldn’t. She had never felt so connected, grounded, and important until now. Maybe if she wasn’t so enthralled by what she was witnessing before her she might have noticed the chains starting to pull apart.

By the time Sam was a wolf it was too late. Even though the they had tested Sam’s strength on the chains 100 times over they never took into account how strong she would be fully transformed.

So now Tara sat a simple 5 feet away from a freed 8 foot werewolf. Eyes golden like the sun and fur as black as night with its teeth bare for all to see.

“Whoa there. It’s me. Sam it’s me” Tara said slowly rising from her chair, holding her hands in the air.

A low growl escaped from Sam as she kept her eyes locked on Tara.

“Im not a threat. It’s me. It’s tara. Im not gonna hurt you.” Tara kept walking slowly towards the door. Only for Sam the lung forward cutting Tara off from the only exit in the shed.

Tara stopped moved. She felt a twinge of fear prick the back of her neck. It was one thing to believe in her sister when she looked like herself. It was another to see a giant wolf baring its fangs at her. Tara couldn’t help the tears at welled in her eyes. She had to stay strong for Sam. She put herself in this situation. Sam would never forgive herself if anything were to happen.

“Fuck Sam i’m so sorry.” Tara started to cry as she continued.

“I should have known better. I shouldn’t have pushed you, I was being selfish. I just want you to let me in. I went 10 years of my life being completely shut out by you. I just thought if I allowed it for a second you’d never let me back in agin and you probably have no idea what im saying”

Tara slid down the wall of the shed and covered her face with her hands. If she was going to die she wouldn’t have the last thing she sees be a lie. She known who Sam is. Curse or no curse she knows Sam would never hurt her. It’s not her fault she’s not in control.

She can hear the heavy footsteps growing closer. She can feel the hot breath agent her face. Tara instinctively puts her hands up in defense. But is shocked to feel the cool wetness of a nose nuzzle into the palm of her hand. Upon opening her eyes she see’s Sam’s golden eyes studying her.

Even though Sam’s eyes were a different color they were still her big sisters eyes and Tara could tell she was just behind them.

“Sammy?” Tara said, it had been over 8 years since she uttered that name. A name saved for the one person that meant more than anything to her and after all this time she finally saw her again.

“I know you’re in there. Come on Sammy. You know me” Tara continues hand extended.

Just then Sam’s eyes filled with life. There was a fire burning bright inside of them. It was her Sammys fire.

Sam waged her tail and started to endlessly lick Taras face causing her to break out into laughter.

“Okay. Okay. Okay ya I get it. Im happy to see you too. Maybe let’s stop with the licking.” Tara pushed Sam’s head back away from her and wiped the saliva from her face.

Tara got up and grabbed the blanket Sam had used a month ago out of the duffle bag and laid it on the ground. She sat down and motioned for Sam to join her. Without hesitation Sam walked over and curled around Tara laying her head down. Tara leaned back agent her sister and closed her eyes.

“Goodnight Sammy. I love you” Tara said as she relaxed back into sleep.

Tara woke up to what sounded like someone tapping their foot on the group. Only it was someone doing that. Sam was sitting in the lawn chair hair pulled up in a messy bun in an old t-shirt and basketball shorts tapping away.

“Morning” Tara mumbled as she pushed her self off the ground. She noticed the way Sam was stiff and fidgety.

“How could you do that?” Sam let out eyes darting every which way but her sister.

“Do what?” Tara asked confused as to why Sam seems so upset yet the thought reminded Tara of what really happened the night before.

“Wait Sam.”

“I could have killed you” Sam voice broke with her words. She thought over and over of how badly last night could have ended for her and it flooded her body with anxiety.

“I don’t believe that”

Tara’s words snapped Sam to attention. She looked her sister in her eye and saw just how unwavering she was again. She knew she couldn’t win this.

“Stop doing that” Sam muttered breaking the unspoken staring contest.

“Doing what?”

“Treating me like Im not dangerous.” Sam let out dropping her head in defeat.

“Who said I was doing that?” Tara bit back.

“What you did last night was stupid.”

“I know and i’m sorry” Tara admitted

“I just didn’t…” Tara started but was cut off by Sam.

“Want me to shut you out again” Sam finished

“You heard it” Tara lit up.

“It was like a dream. I could feel that you were scared but I couldn’t see anything and then all of a sudden it felt like your hand pulled me out of this dark pit and you were just sitting their on the ground. And then I heard you say my name.”

“Sammy” Tara breathlessly muttered the name again.

“I don’t think i’ve ever really felt that happy before.” Sam admitted

“I don’t think i’ve ever seen you happy before” Tara added as she watched her Sam’s body relax

They sat in the silence for a moment before dealing with the elephant in the room.

“I really don’t wanna be the one to end this little moment but what about, mom” Tara watched her sister wince at her words as if she was just slapped herself.

“Fuck Tara i’m so sorry. Before I even knew what was going on… I … I.. I killed her” Sam dropped her head into her hands and shivered with dread.

“Im not mad” Tara said staring down Sam.

“What? I took your mother away from you. How could you not be mad?” Sam met her sisters eyes again. Something about them made Sam unable to speak.

“Don’t you dare give her the privilege of being called my mother. She was never my mother. She couldn’t stay around long enough after you left to care about me. Fucking christ, from the time I was 8 and dad left she never once thought of me as her daughter. I provided one thing and one thing alone. I would listen to her vent then she would toss me aside when she felt better.”

“But” Sam tried to interject but couldn’t. Tara only moved closer and took her hands.

“No buts. You said you’d protect me and you did. Without even a second thought you made sure that women could never hurt me again.” Tara stared into her big sisters eyes. Tears welling inside of her but not because of sadness. No because of unadulterated love.

“I wasn’t scared, I wasn’t mad, I had never felt so loved in that moment.” Tara cupped Sam’s face with her hands wiping a few stray tears off her sisters face.

“You are and will always be my protector. Im pretty sure were boned for life.”

Sam sifted to the floor and grabbed her sister to pull them into a hug. Sam kissed Taras forehead and they just stayed like that for as long as each needed it.

“You know Id do anything for you right?” Even though Sam phrased it like a question she knew it was a promise.

Tara buzzed in delight with her sisters words. Nothing in this world sounded better than the bond she and Sam share.

“I know” Tara finally let out. Nuzzling further into Sam. She thought on her sisters promise and felt deep in her gut that Sam might not have a choice when it comes to Tara. As if she held the leash to Sam’s collar. But it wasn’t the time or place to talk about that. Maybe it would never be the right time and Tara didn’t care. Sam was her’s just as much as she was Sam’s.

“So what are we gonna do about mom?” Sam asked as if she was waiting for instructions.

“Ya know I heard the Smith’s dog down the street got attacked by a mountain lion last week.” Tara said with a devilish grin.

They were gonna be okay. As long as they had each other. No monster could hurt them.

“Do you think next month we could play fetch?” Tara asked

“Tara!” Sam laughed a she shoved her sister.

“What? It could be fun!” Tara exclaimed as they walked back towards the house.

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Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed and Happy Halloween:)

#sam carpenter #scream #tara carpenter #carpenter sisters #mindy meeks martin #werewolf!sam #fuck christina carpenter club #happy halloween

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rwbyfan1999 · 6 months

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Justice league X RWBY pt 2 thoughts

I know I’m late to the party but I’ve finally got around to watching the second JL X RWBY movie and man did I love it, I loved it so much that after watching it I watched them both back to back and I’m not gonna do a review this time I’m just gonna give you my impressions on what part 2 brought to the table.

There will be spoilers so you’ve been warned in case you didn’t see it.

So time on remnant work’s differently then earth 3 days on earth equals 3 weeks on remnant so the time gap on remnant makes sense especially to get some V8 and V9 stuff thrown in

Great to see Black Canary thrown in I just wish Green Arrow would have appeared he’s mentioned but I would’ve loved seeing these married dorks together again

It was awesome to get a taste of Vacuo even if it’s super brief

Ruby is confident again which is awesome but she was also being insanely reckless while Yang’s protective instincts are not making her fully trusting of her leadership, given everything that happened in the ever after it makes sense for Yang’s character

Dc villains helping the league against a common enemy is pretty awesome

Man I feel sad for Weiss losing Atlas in this movie

Cute seeing Jessica ask about Jaune really wish JNR could’ve gone to earth

Man team RWBY’s super hero costumes look awesome, still weird seeing Blake without her cat ears but i quickly got used to it

Weiss not having powers is interesting and makes her little arc with Batman interesting sense now the roles are reversed

So Watts helped Kilg%re super surprised to see that

Blake gets 5 points for the reference to Dr Merlot and giving us some Grimm Eclipse representation (still love that game)

Love Ruby and Clark’s talk in the training room telling her that it’s ok to honor your family just don’t be in a rush to join them

Weiss and Bruce will alway’s be fun to watch and he helps Weiss realize where her true home was by the end, in his own way of course

Flash’s PTSD from being controlled by Kilg%re in part 1 plays a big part in this movie and Yang steps in to tell him her struggles, without directly talking about Adam or Raven, just to tell him to not let kilg%re consume his thoughts

The idea of the league using the digital world against Kilg%re and Watts was an interesting twist

Ruby and Yangs heart to heart moment is sweet, Ruby just telling Yang that she can’t protect her from everything and that she’s not gonna leave her

Having the end be at the Schnee manor felt full circle for both Weiss’s arc in the movie and the Atlas trilogy in general

Kilg%ore controlled Yang was crazy and Blake new like instantly, god she knows her girlfriend crazy well which is super cute

Trapping Kilg%re and Watts in the digital realm for good was an excellent way to cap the dualogy up

Another bee kiss need I say more?

All in all I’m very satisfied with this one and can see the development done for Ruby, Weiss, and Yang carry over into V10 especially Weiss

Stay awesome

#rwby #justice league x rwby #greenlight volume 10 #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake bellodona #yang xiao long #bumbleby

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hxneyhxrts · 2 years

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Sun Bleached || Jake “Hangman” Seresin (part 11; final)

Part 10

note: Here it is guys. There’s more of an actual note at the very end, but for now, thank you for reading. Also this moodboard/cover art was made by the insanely talented @newlibrary who I’m completely obsessed with.

warnings: explicit language, mentions of injury, smut (18+)

Like Real People Do

Waking up in a hospital was just as disorienting as the movies made it out to be.

The first thing Gwyn noticed was the smell. Like bleach and something purely sterile. Then the lights, fluorescent and blinding, even when she winced away from them.

It took several minutes to gather herself and when she finally did, memories flooded in like an unstoppable tide.

She’d gotten caught. She had barely managed to eject. But she had, and she gotten away unscathed.

Well, mostly unscathed if the pounding in her head was any indication.

She had trouble remembering more than bits of pieces of her mostly losing dogfight, but what she could remember was enough to make her tremble.

They had been so close. So close to not making it home. The throbbing at her temples increased as unbridled tears spilled down her cheeks.

“Hey, enough of that.”

Her eyes snapped open at Alex’s voice and she let out a wet gasp as he pushed into the small recovery room, donning a hospital gown and slippers that she was pretty sure were hers.

“Alec,” she choked out, lifting her hands to reach for him despite the weight of them. She felt so heavy, exhaustion creeping at all corners of her body.

Her RIO slid into a chair near the bed, grabbing her hand and lacing his fingers through hers. “One hell of a first mission flight.”

His face was lined in shadows, dark circles whispering to her that he had barely slept, and her hand squeezed his desperately.

“What happened?” she whispered.

Alec’s brow furrowed, and the seriousness of the expression almost knocked her sideways. Alec, her Alec, was never serious, even when she wished he would be. He ran through life at a full sprint, arms spread wide and eyes bright. Seeing his stricken expression made her head hurt, more than the migraine looming on the edges of her vision.

“Bradshaw handled that last plane for us,” he muttered, voice thick with what she suspected were unshed tears. “We got dinged pretty badly, lost an engine according to Mav. I ejected, and then I-” he swallowed. “I didn’t see you. And then there was shouting and I still couldn’t see you and I thought…” He looked away from her, fingers beginning to tremble in her grasp. “I thought I had left you behind. And all I could hear was how panicked you sounded and how scared you must have been.”

His dark eyes slid to hers again. “I thought I was losing my best friend. And there was nothing I could do.”

For the first time ever, Gwyn thought he looked small. His shoulders had curled inward and his eyes wandered her face, looking just as lost as he sounded. Tears slid past her lips, the taste of salt laying itself on her tongue bitterly. She loved him so desperately that it made her heart constrict in her chest just to be near him. The anguish in the moments leading up to the hit had been the scariest of her life, but not because she might die. No, that was secondary. It was because of Alec and all that he had left to give the world and how many things he still hadn’t done and how much dimmer the world would be without him.

She tried to smile just to see him do the same. “I guess you’re stuck with me.”

He laughed, a pitiful sound compared to his usual air-shattering cackle, but a laugh nonetheless. He brought his head down to their hands, placing a kiss on the back of hers and watching her with an openness he saved just for her.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

They relaxed into the easy quiet and Gwyn swallowed back a sob.

They were okay.

“Are you hurt?” she croaked, voice tired from being overworked.

At that, Alec grinned, toothy and blindingly perfect. “Not at all,” he snorted. “Bruised rib from that pull-up you did, but not enough to get me a Purple Heart. I already asked.”

Her laugh echoed throughout the room and in her chest where it wreaked havoc on her lungs. She shoved at him with their joined hands, but he only held them to his sternum with a smile.

“I feel like I got hit by a train,” she joked, settling further into the thin hospital pillows.

A finger stroked across the back of her palm. “Close.” Alec propped his chin on their tangled fingers and regarded her closely, assessing something. “You had a rough evacuation, but you made it out at least.”

“The handle was stuck,” and memories of that moment, the fear of pulling and pulling and being firmly locked into her seat as she plummeted stung at her.

Another nod, that same haunted expression returning. “Jammed. The team said that can happen sometimes without routine checks. We got lucky and you managed to yank it loose.” A chuckle, then, “Clipped Hangman’s wing on the way down, but you made it.”

Her breath stilled in her throat.

Jake.

She looked at him, not even bothering to disguise the panic she felt. “What do you mean?”

Alec shrugged, far too casual compared to her rising anxiety. “You were coming down, he was coming up. Lost sight of you in the sun and didn’t see you until you were on his wing.”

She swallowed, fearing the answer he might give her if she asked the question flooding her brain. “Is he…”

Alec smiled. “He’s fine. He ejected right after you did, and the bastard doesn’t have so much as a scrape.”

He was okay.

They were all okay.

And whatever had led up to this, whatever fears she had had before, none of it mattered anymore. Not now.

“I have to talk to him.”

Alec was already shaking his head. “You will. Just not now. You both need to rest.”

He was right. No matter how badly she wanted to buck against his command and stomp right down the hall to Jake’s room, he was right. There would be time for that conversation later, when they had both taken time to rest.

They had all the time in the world.

“Alec,” she whispered, voice heavy and tired. The older pilot looked up at her, and God she was so happy to see those eyes and the light dusting of freckles beneath them that she had always loved. “Would you stay with me?”

She felt the squeeze in her hand. “Of course I will.” He stood up, easing into the empty space on the bed next to her she had slid over to create. Arms wrapped around her, strong and warm and familiar. “Always.”

Silence fell, and she found herself basking in it. The cool, calm quiet she hadn’t expected to ever find again, now enveloping her in a very tangible way, every bit as real as the arms around her. Her breath evened out, long inhales echoing the exhales Alec released against the crown of her head.

“Alec?” she asked, nearly asleep.

He hummed, fingers tightening on her back. “Yes, lovey?”

“Do we still have jobs?”

His answering laugh was loud enough to be heard in the hall.

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Gwyn had begun telling time by which nurse came to check on her. Alec stayed by her side the entire time, chastising her when she tried to send the nurse away with promises of “I’m fine”. He had managed to sweet talk Phoenix into going by Gwyn’s house and retrieving her laptop, and he had set it up on her bedside tray so they could watch an endless stream of trashy reality TV.

Several times she had tried to slip past him and go check on Jake, and several times he had stopped her with a stern glare. Just for a moment, she always insisted. She just needed to see him with her own eyes to be sure he was okay. Alec had run himself tired insisting that yes, he was fine, tucking her back into bed whenever she tried to escape.

Three days of constant battle with her backseater later, Bradshaw swung by to say hi and let it slip that Jake had been discharged not even an hour prior. Disappointment bloomed, but she shook it off with the notion that a hospital was probably the least romantic spot for her to confess her complete devotion to him anyway.

With her new goal of “get out of here as quickly as possible and rush straight to Jake’s side”, Gwyn became the glowing picture of a perfect patient. She sat still when the nurses poked and prodded at her, ate the food they shoved in front of her, and any other task they’d give her. Within two days, the doctor on call had decided she had no significant injury beyond some bumps and bruises, and sent her on her way after a massive stack of discharge papers.

So when Alec shoved her into his car and motored them straight to her house, she was more on edge than normal.

“Alec,” she whined, drawing out the vowels and throwing her head back. “I need to go talk to him.”

The older man scoffed, yanking open the passenger door for her and practically carrying her inside where he unceremoniously dumped her on the couch. “He’s at home collecting himself and you need to do the same.”

Thus, the cycle of junk food and reality TV resumed, but Gwyn impressively made it four hours before complaining again.

The fight that ensued was small, microscopic compared to some of their other arguments, but ultimately ended with Alex dismissing himself to her bedroom with a lighthearted, “I’m heading to bed. It’d be a real shame if someone snuck out while I was asleep and couldn’t stop her.”

She counted five minutes, knowing Alec and how quickly he fell asleep once his head hit the pillow, and slipped out the door.

It was only once she was securely in her car that she realized she was still very much in her lounge shorts and shirt that Alec had shoved her in the moment her feet crossed the threshold, but it didn’t matter. It wasn’t about how she looked or what she wore, it was about how she felt and telling Jake about those feelings.

That didn’t stop her from trying to smooth down her hair before pulling out of the driveway.

What would she say when she got there? Would he even want to talk with her? Was he even interested after she borderline rejected him? And what would happen if he still felt the same? If he still…

loved her.

Gwyn considered turning the car around and driving home, tucking herself in bed next to Alex’s sprawled limbs and snores that resembled a plane engine starting, and pretending she had never left. No one would know how close she was to his house and how close she was coming to admitting her feelings.

But she would know. And she’d scorn herself. Selfishly, she wanted to do this for her. Not for Jake or Alec or any of the team, just for her. Her stomach churned with nerves, but she allowed herself to feel them. This was okay, it was part of the process. She had feelings for Jake and she needed to tell him, not for him, but for her. She needed to know that she had been honest in what she felt, even if Jake no longer felt the same. Coming close had changed something in her, but maybe it had changed something in him, too.

And that could be okay.

The clock on her dashboard read 10:47 by the time she pulled in next to Jake’s car. Memories of being in that car with his hand on her leg shook through her, warming her stomach and spurring her to pull open the car door.

Her feet carried her straight to his front door where she silently paced for a few moments while she worked up the courage to knock. Jake was just on the other side of the door, maybe sleeping or watching TV, having no idea that she was on his porch ready to tell him the biggest news of her life.

All she had to do was knock.

Maybe she should have texted first. Just to let him know she was on her way and keep him from being blindsided. Because surely he wouldn’t appreciate her just showing up at his house and laying all of her feelings at his feet for him to possibly stomp all over. She could still text him, send him a quick message asking to chat and come back another time when they were on an even playing field. Giving him a heads up would be the fairest (and safest) course of action, and maybe she could take the extra day or two to string her thoughts together a little more eloquently. Especially considering the events of the last few days, hitting him with another surprise would only give him whiplash. Coming here unannounced had been a bad idea, but at least no one knew she had come so she could excuse herself without-

The door swung open, a very smug Jake Seresin greeting her on the other side.

“You gonna knock any time soon, or should I just leave you to your pacing?”

Her throat constricted and all the air had been sucked from the space around her.

She swallowed. “You knew I was out here?”

A smile, more teasing than anything, but easier than any expression he’d given her in weeks. “I’ve known since the moment you pulled in.”

God, this was so embarrassing. Her relentless anxiety-induced shuffling had been on display for him to watch from his window or peephole, and she could already hear the teasing that was sure to come for the next several months.

She found she didn’t mind that thought as much as she should.

He pulled the door open a little wider. “Come in.”

Not a question, but not a command either. An invitation. She stepped over the threshold hesitantly, eyes sweeping across the living room. Surprisingly neat and very Jake. Small trophies of his life and snapshots into days spent in the sun or the mountains or with friends. It felt intimate, more intimate than the confession sitting on her lips, to see every corner of his life like this.

Gwyn cleared her throat, eyes trained on a framed picture of Jake and someone she suspected was his mom, with the same green eyes and charming smile. “Can we talk?”

She could feel the air still and Jake freeze along with it. If she thought too long about it, she would back out, so she spun around to look him in his eyes. “Please,” she pleaded quietly.

Jake’s jaw ticked. “Sure.”

This was it. This was the very conversation she had been itching to have. But now that she was here, in the moment, she didn’t know where to begin.

“Baby?” Jake tried gently. His voice rattled her, shaking her very core. “Are you-”

“That day in the locker room,” she interjected quickly, afraid she’d give up and leave if she gave herself too long to think. “Do you remember that?”

He looked at her evenly, eyes flickering between hers. “I do.”

Gwyn gripped the hem of her shorts to keep her fingers from trembling. “You said-” she swallowed, nerves suffocating her. “You said you love me.”

A small smirk lit up Jake’s mouth, a playful one that told her he was trying to make this easier on her, whatever it was. “I said I think I love you.”

And leave it to Jake to almost make her laugh at a time like this. She would’ve thrown her head back in a fit of giggles if she didn’t feel like she was teetering on a very dangerous, very scary edge.

“I think I love you too.”

He froze, jack falling slack. It was done. It was out there, and she couldn’t reign the word back in even if she wanted to. She had said it and now it was real. She was bare before him in a way she had never been with anyone else, and even if this went to shit, she could sleep easier knowing she had said everything she needed to say.

Another minute passed before Jake spoke again, choking out the words. “And if I said I know I love you?”

God.

She blinked back the familiar sting of tears. “Then I love you.”

And she did. She was so helplessly in love with him that it left her vulnerable and unguarded against him. It burned her if she got too close to it and even then she found herself reaching for it at every opportunity.

She loved him.

Silence hung for several moments, and then Jake was crossing the room in three long strides before wrapping her up in his arms and kissing her with a force she should’ve expected from him.

The kiss was intense and hungry and desperate, laying out everything they didn’t say and didn’t need to say. Her hands flew up to grip his shirt while his gripped her hips hard enough to bruise. This was perfect. Of course it was, everything Jake Seresin did was perfect. But this was something altogether different, indescribable in its nature and shape.

They pulled away from each other, panting. The look clouding his eyes made her hands flex in the fabric of his shirt, something he took note of with a very proud smirk.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that,” he whispered, filling what little space was left between them with his voice.

She didn’t have the words to respond. So she kissed him again.

Kissing Jake was like coming up for air in a sea of raw passion. She felt lost in him but his fingers around the flesh at her waist was her lifeline.

Her own hands slid up to tangle in his hair, and the groan he released against her lips made her shiver.

“You better cut that out,” he taunted against her mouth, and she could see why it was so easy for him to get any woman he wanted.

But she wasn’t just any woman and she was certainly not one to back down against him.

“Or what?”

Jake’s mouth returned to hers with renewed vigor, all teeth and tongue while his hands slipped lower on her waist before gripping at her ass roughly.

It was overwhelming, the feeling of him against her, hard and lean and immovable as he palmed at her like a man starved.

Intoxicating.

“You’re the worst,” he breathed, pulling back to kiss his way down her neck where he left bites and licks against her skin. “I’ve spent weeks being tortured by you, leaving me in the locker room, avoiding me at work, getting yourself into trouble and making me worry,” his biting only intensified once he reached the small chain around her throat, a small airplane dangling on the end of it. “And now you show up at my house in the middle of the night in those goddamn shorts and tell me you love me.”

She hadn't realized he’d been slowly backing her up until her legs hit the arm of his couch. “Can't handle me, Seresin?”

Another smirk. “I guess we’ll see.”

A rough shove sent her sprawling against the couch, Jake following after her and swallowing her protest with a kiss.

His fingers trailed down her sides and played with the bottom of her sleep shirt. Her stomach flipped at every brush of his skin against hers, and her pulse skyrocketed when he began to drag the fabric up her torso.

“Is this okay?” he mumbled between kisses.

It seemed silly for him to ask considering how hard she was breathing and how flushed her cheeks were, but she warmed at the sentiment. She gave him a nod and then he was completely pulling her out of her shirt and tossing it somewhere over his shoulder.

He sits up to tower over her and his gaze is piercing as he drags his eyes across her bare chest. Gwyn grips the fabric of the couch to keep herself from covering her body and shielding it from his stare.

He swallows audibly, and lets out a strangled “God” before diving back in to nip and suck bruises into her skin. His mouth sweeps across her sternum and Gwyn is letting out little gasps into the still air that she can’t seem to drink in enough of.

Jake’s hands are wandering across her skin and one eventually travels up to gently grasp at her throat. Not squeezing hard enough to hurt, but enough to keep her still as he continues the assault on her torso. She notices the chain of her necklace wrap around one of his fingers and has to concentrate to choke back the moan that threatens to tear out of her.

Fingers dance lower against her hips until he’s fingering the waistband of her shorts and dragging them down her ankles. Jake pulls his head away from laying sloppy kisses against her stomach to take in the sight of her laid completely naked before him, and a strangled moan slips out of him. Gwyn reaches for his shirt, something close to embarrassment stirring in her chest as his hungry gaze drinks her in, but he stops her by wrapping a strong hand around her wrist and pinning it against the couch.

“No,” his voice is stern, thick with lust. “We’ll get to that. Just-“ he broke off with a curse. “Fuck just give me a second.”

“Jake,” she whispered, fingers curling where he had pinned them down.

Another groan, this one almost pained. “Fuck,” he choked and then he was lowering his head to lick a long stripe up her slit. Gwyn’s hips bucked at the unexpected sensation, a gasp ripping from her chest before she could stop it.

Then he went to work.

Jake’s mouth on her was heated and intense and everything she should’ve expected from “Hangman” Seresin. He was lapping at her like she was fine wine and she found herself already embarrassingly close to the edge.

His lips found her clit where he drew right circles with his tongue that had her seeing stars. She caught the whimper that almost slipped out by throwing her free hand over her mouth, but Jake paused his ministrations in response.

“No,” he huffed and then he was once again pinning her hand down. She struggled to pull her hands free but he only squeezed them harder, pulling them to settle over her stomach so he could fully hold her down. “I have wanted to see you like this since the moment I met you. I’m not gonna let you hold anything back from me.”

God. “Jake,” she whined.

“That’s it,” he encouraged. And then he was bringing his mouth back down on her, sloppily eating her out and groaning against her core at every little whimper, whine, and moan she let loose.

Far too soon, she found herself balancing over that cliff, eyes screwed shut as her stomach tightened into a knot. Her hands were clenched into fists where he had them bound, and her fingers itched to bury in his hair.

“Come on, baby, give it to me,” he muttered against her and then she was coming undone beneath him, throwing her head back in a drawn out whine while her legs shook around his head. She was trembling from the intensity of it as it raced through her limbs and electrified her from the inside out.

Jake still continued to lap at her, even as the aftershocks and overstimulation made her whine pathetically and scramble to get out from his hold. Still, he held her still and licked at every last drop of her, the vibrations of his groans pulsing through her deliciously. She was gasping, trying to force her legs closed against the waves of pleasure he was feeding her, and it wasn’t until she choked out his name again that he pulled away with a starved look in his eye.

He released his grip on her wrists, and she buried her hands in his hair as he dove in to kiss a trail across the neck and chest. “You taste so fucking good,” he groaned, a rough timbre in his tone that made her back arch.

She grasped at the hem of his t-shirt, pushing it up his chest and over his head to reveal an expanse of tanned, toned skin. She had seen him half naked before, particularly at the beach the night he dragged her into a supply closet. But seeing him now, like this, made her head spin.

Jake’s fingers hooked into the waistband of his pants and he pushed them down his strong thighs along with his boxers.

God.

Oh my God.

Gwyn’s breath shuttered as she took in the sight of him naked, all hard lines and muscle. His cock stood straight, achingly hard and thick. He was huge. Of course he was, he was Jake Seresin, and Gwyn should’ve known there was something he was hiding to back up all that cockiness he carried around like a badge.

She leaned in to him, wanting desperately to feel the weight of him in her mouth, but he caught her with a gentle hand to her chest. Still, she pushed against him and once again made to wrap her lips around the length of him.

Jake fisted at her hair, yanking her head back with a force that made her gasp. “Stop,” and there was no room for argument in the tone. “Another time,” he promised, kissing the pout on her lips while keeping his fingers tangled in her locks. “I want to be inside you.”

And how could she argue with that?

He manhandled her on to her stomach, pulling her hips back against him while she buried her head in the couch cushion. Jake’s hands were roughly massaging at her ass again and she hissed at the sting of his teeth biting down on to the swell of it. It would bruise, she was sure, but the idea of him leaving a mark of what they were doing so that she wouldn’t soon forget where he had been gave her a sick sort of satisfaction.

“Please,” she begged, hands curling by her head as she pushed her hips back towards his.

Jake ground into her, the shape of him brushing against her heat. “Please, what?”

And of course he’d make her say it, just to humiliate her a little bit while he had her bent over for him like a whore.

“Fuck me, please,” Gwyn whined. “Need you.”

With a strangled curse, Jake lined himself up and carefully began to push in.

The stretch ached, punching a gasp out of her while he threw his head back with a groan.

“Fuck, baby.” He sounded strained, his voice cutting through the fog enveloping her brain. “So perfect. So perfect for me.”

A desperate moan left her at how rough he sounded, amplifying when his hips drew back before slamming into her once again. The pace he set was immediately bruising. An ache bloomed deep within her at the force of his bones colliding with her ass, and she chased it head first.

His hand found her clit, and he stroked her in slow teasing circles that made her tense up with a groan. Usually she’d be mortified at how quickly she was falling apart around him, but the heat of his thrusts and fingers on her pushed all logical thought from her head.

“Close again?” he asked, not teasing, just observant. Of course he knew, he could read her like a book sometimes. Gwyn was beyond words at this point, only managing an eager nod that seemed to satisfy him. “Go ahead, baby, let me feel you.”

For the second time that night, Gwyn was shaking against him as her orgasm tore through, more intense now that he was buried to the hilt inside her. She was ruined, she thought. No other man would ever come close to making her feel like this, no one could play her like an instrument and make her sing the way he did.

“I love you,” she sobbed out through the mind-numbing pleasure, drawing a sharp curse from the man destroying her with every push of his hips.

His thrusts turned brutal at her words, spurred on by her confession and using it to inflict even more pleasure on to her body. The drag of his cock as it pushed in and out of her cunt made her clench around him, and then hands were grabbing at her throat and waist to pull her flush up against his chest.

I’m the aftermath of her orgasm, her thighs shook from the effort of keeping upright, and Jake’s arm landed around her waist while his other hand held her by the neck as he fucked up in to her.

“One more time, baby,” he groaned. “I want to feel you cum for me one more time.”

“It’s too much,” she whined as her head rolled back against his strong shoulder.

“You can do it.” The praise slipped from his mouth and his fingers tightened around her throat, pressing the cold metal of her necklace into the skin beneath his hand. “You can do one more, right baby? For me?”

Her head spun at the press of his fingers and the pressure of his length brushing her cervix. God, he was big. She nodded, wanting nothing more than to please him. He could’ve asked anything of her in that moment and she would’ve done.

At her nod, his thrusting sped up, sending her speeding towards that cliff again. “That’s it,” voice breathy. “That’s my girl. My perfect girl. All mine.” He groaned as she once again clenched around him desperately. “All mine,” he sighed.

“Yours,” she echoed pathetically, hands scrambling to anchor herself as he fucked her through her words.

Sex had never felt anything like this. No past hookups had ever brought her to this kind of high, bruising her skin and making her head swim.

Just another thing he was fantastic at, she wanted to snark, but that would have to wait until she was a bit more coherent.

“Does that feel good, baby?” Jake asked after she released a particularly loud whimper.

Gwyn answered with another moan as he brushed against that spot that made her feel like she was on fire. She could feel her skin flush from her cheeks down to her stomach.

Everything felt amplified with him, like he had turned her senses up to the max when he was inside of her.

Suddenly, Jake bit down on the space between her neck and shoulder while his fingers squeezed her jaw painfully. A shout broke out of her in the form of a cry and then she was climaxing again, shaking from the intensity of it and the painful pulses of overstimulation that followed. Her vision had gone white, only focusing on Jake’s cock buried inside her and how her walls fluttered around him as he rocked her through her high.

“Fuck,” Jake gasped. He threw his head back even as his grip on her tightened. “God, baby, I’m gonna cum.”

If she wasn’t so spent, she would have finished again at his words and how he practically growled them in her ear.

“Where should I cum, baby? Huh?” his teasing tone brushed against her skin, making her fists clench at how hot the whole situation was.

“I- I need-“ she tried to force out, but the rhythm of his hips made her stutter pitifully.

“Use your words,” Jake commanded, biting at her earlobe.

“In me,” she whined out, unable to find any ounce of shame at the words. “Please.”

The shout Jake released was loud and full of unrestrained wildness that she rarely saw from him. He ground out a curse as he thrust into once, twice more before spilling himself into her with a drawn out groan. It was sick the way she nearly got off on the hot feel of his release against her walls. Jake continued to canter his hips against hers, fucking every last bit of himself into her until she was trying to writhe away with a whine.

He pulled out of her with a sigh, laying a kiss to the space between her shoulder blades before laying her on her stomach. “I’m gonna grab a rag, okay?”

She mumbled non-committedly and listened to his soft footfalls carry him away. Her head was lost in the clouds, higher than any plane could ever take her.

Jake returned, rag in hand, and began the process of gently cleaning her up. He was careful in his ministrations, eyes watching her face to be sure he wasn’t being too rough on her.

“Was that okay? Did I hurt you?” he asked, wiping at the slick staining her thighs.

Gwyn huffed a small laugh, a breathy sound that was taxing on her already exhausted body. “It was good,” she assured.

His eyebrows rose, a small teasing look crossing his face. “Just ‘good’? Damn.”

She let out a brighter laugh this time, chest easing at that look in his eye. Familiar. Very Jake. “Well if I told you how I really felt, your ego would be unstoppable. So yeah, just ‘good’.”

Jake’s fingers brushed her hair behind her ear. “Sit up for me baby, let’s get you dressed.”

Getting “dressed” meant Jake sliding one of his much too large t-shirts over her body. He fussed with the collar of it before helping her stand and steering her towards the bedroom.

His bedroom.

A low whistle sounded from behind her and then Jake was grabbing at her bare ass again. “You look so good in my clothes. Better get you in bed before I jump your bones again.”

Gwyn chuckled, batting his hands away and sinking beneath the blankets he pulled back for her. His bed was warm, cozy, and incredibly inviting. She nestled down into the sheets as he slid in alongside her and pulled her across the mattress so she was flush against him.

“Hi,” she breathed, looking up at him while he stared at her. “What are you thinking?”

He smiled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear and laying a chaste kiss to her forehead. “I’m thinking I love you.”

Butterflies erupted in her stomach, and for the first time since meeting him, Gwyn felt her spirit settle.

She fell asleep to the quiet sounds of his breathing and the steady pound of his heartbeat.

————

Beach day was brutal. The California sun was burning through the layers of sunscreen Gwyn had forced everyone to lather on, and the smell of sweat tainted to air around them. Dogfight football had turned into dogfight soccer somehow, a game both Gwyn and Jake had tapped out of. A chorus of wolf whistles and crude shouts played out at their surrender, but they laughed it off and planted themselves in the sand a few paces away.

Waves crashed against the shore, lapping at some of their team members while they ran and dodged and tackled each other in a manner that was very much not soccer, but no one was complaining so he didn’t see any need to referee.

Jake looked at the woman beside him, her eyes focused on the game, a smile pulling at her lips.

He loved her. So much. Enough that it hurt.

And she loved him too.

Nothing else mattered beyond that, he supposed.

Gwyn’s eyes met his, her brow furrowing at the intensity of his stare. He wanted to kiss her stupid, tackle her and brush his lips against hers until she was giggling.

She laughed, a musical sound. “What are you thinking?”

Jake smiled, lacing his fingers through hers and laying a kiss across the back of her hand. His eyes turned back to his team and the sun setting behind them.

“You already know.”

Part 1 of Rain Soaked

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