#i know people might jump on his mom as an alcoholic

[silv3rswirls]

Fawn

warnings: 18+, age gap(reader is 18), coercion, corruption, praise, humiliation, dirty talk, hair pulling, gaslighting and manipulation, alcoholism, some religious themes/talk, virgin/innocent reader, dark thoughts/fantasies, very vague mentions of familial abuse, shamming, obsession, overall yoongi is a ✨creep✨

Note: sometimes I piss myself off because I've been dying over this fic for days and now I don't even like it much anymore- can I have nothing?😭idk might start writing more smut now??

You were a fawn in headlights when he first saw you in that clearing. Your back had been to him and at first, he had swore and scoffed at you because who hangs around in the woods disturbing his peace? Everyone in this town knew he lurked behind the tree line, drinking himself stupid and doing whatever fucked up activities they rumored him to. Yoongi never minded being the talk of the town. He’d been an outcast since his teenage years. Since he stopped going to church with his family like every other prim family populating the place. They took some fun teenage rebellion and ran with it- he liked to think himself not as messed up as people whispered he was. He’d always thought himself not to be until he met you.

He found you picking berries and flowers, anything that looked pretty out in the forest. You were kneeling trying to choose the perfect dandelion to add to your basket when he stormed over; pissed that someone was in his usual drink until he couldn’t move anymore spot. He liked it because it was a short walk from where he liked to stare at the Sunday churchgoers leaving and freak them out. He could recall seeing you before, always glued to your mother's side wherever you went.

But he stayed away and kept to himself like always. He couldn’t say he had many, if any, friends around here. He’d been on his own since graduating and his family moved away shortly after. He hadn’t been close to them at the time so being left alone was welcomed at first. As for everyone else; if someone didn’t fit in around here they were an outcast without much care and it seemed that no one cared for him.

“What are you doing?” He barked, scowling as he approached you. Bottles clinked in the bag he was loosely holding and his cigarette was at the end of its life. You stood up, stumbling back a bit in shock. Yoongi wasn’t a kind person, so you’d heard, and his appearance didn’t do anything to help. He was scowling, his hair was frazzled from rolling out of bed an hour or so ago. Dressed in darker colors, a sweater and thick coat layered in him. You wanted to laugh over how tired and grumpy he looked, but the nervous swirl in your stomach told you not to.

“I’m just picking flowers” You straightened up, knuckles white as you gripped the basket and your free hand smoothing down your skirt. 

“Well this is my spot” he rolled his eyes. He didn’t want to hear your stupid humming or see that ridiculous frilly dress you were in. Something about it pissed him off, he couldn’t place it exactly, but whatever it was would put a damper on his getting shitfaced in the woods plan for today. Besides, you had just come from Sunday service, he didn’t need any annoying pestering about drinking or sinning, or whatever he was sure you would pester him about.

Your eyes landed in his bag, before flicking up to him a bit wide. “Are you drinking out here?”

“So what if I am?”

He watches you look around, pressing your lips together for a moment. “Could I try?” His brows raised in surprise. interesting outcome of all of this he supposed? “It’s just, I’ve always wanted to.”

“I know your mom, she’s crazy, you know? Where is she?”

“Still at service, she helps plan the food drive” You smiled a bit proud, “It’s next week.”

Yoongi hummed. She was a nutjob, he’d lost track of how many times she’d harassed him in the past month alone. “So while she’s planning to feed the needy you want to drink?” You nodded and he looked around in disbelief. Was this a joke? Was someone going to jump out and condemn him for even entertaining this? 

“Here” he fished out a bottle and held it out to you. He watched you smile, a curious twinkle in your eyes as you carefully set your flowers down and took it. He waited for you to try, there wasn’t anything better to do anyway.

Your sudden shyness poked him the wrong way. He watched you bring it to your lips for a moment before lowering it with a new nervous expression. Second guessing your rebellion? “Come on” he urged, moving to grab your arm and pull you over to him. You stumbled, kicking over your flowers and stepping on them as he dragged you over.

“Hey-” you cringed, the bottle clinking against your teeth as Yoongi held you firm in place and forced the drink into your mouth. “I don’t like it” You managed to get out between the burn of liquor and sputtering as you tried to breathe. You broke away, yoongi dumping the rest of the bottle onto you; dripping it down your hair and face, and soaking your pink cardigan. “Why would you do that?” Your voice wobbled, and your eyes were wet as you looked at him.

“You said you wanted to try, stop being a baby about it.” He rolled his eyes. He watched the heat of embarrassment color your cheeks, big wet streaks stained your face and your hair clumped wet against your skin. “Get out of here now and don’t come back.” 

He watches you grab your things and scurry away, and in the distance, he can hear your mother scolding you from the parking lot. 

“Why does everyone hate Yoongi?”

The already tense air between you and your mother grew thicker on the ride home. She was angry over the smashed flowers you brought her for her centerpieces and even angrier over your now damp and smelly clothing. The fact that you had come running back to the car in tears, crying like a child over Yoongi.  

“Isn’t what he did to you answer enough sweetheart?” She sighed, “He’s never been right, even when he was your age.” She cringed, “Ever since his parents left he’s gotten worse. He’s a creep honey, stay away from him.”

“His parents left him?” You perked up slightly, basically ignoring everything else she said. “Why would they do that? That’s so sad.”

“If he was my child I’d leave him too” She scoffed, “don’t feel sorry for him, he’s everything I’ve ever warned you about. You don’t want to get tied up in all that mess right?” She asked. You didn’t answer.

The second time you ran into Yoongi was in the same stretch of woods. You had nervously ventured out there a few weeks after the last time, unsure if you wanted to run into him or not. Your mother was right about him being scary. You’d never interacted with anyone so harsh before, everyone your mother kept in your circle was kind and caring, just as you were. All women, no men really got close thanks to her. Other than being intrigued about being around him and all the things he did that everyone had drilled into your head were wrong; you felt a bit bad for the older man. You couldn’t imagine being all alone like he was or listening to all the awful things people said about him. He couldn’t be as evil as people wanted you to think, right?

Maybe he just needed a friend?

When he saw you again he smiled in welcoming. After spending a few weeks mulling over what happened and being publicly shouted at for ‘harassing her poor child’, Yoongi had decided he wanted to get closer to you. What better way to stick it to your mom than to mess around with you some more? You were naive enough not to catch on, so what was the harm?

You just talked for a few hours with him. He listened more than opened up. He listened to you talk about what you liked to do, where to find all the best flowers around here, about how you were nervous about the little recital the church was having next month for the Holidays, and how they wanted you to sing in it.

He watched you fiddle with the robbins decorating your hair. Watched you kick your legs back and forth off the rocks you were perched on beside him. Watched how your skirt scrunched and rode up just slightly every time you moved. 

He went home that night feeling a bit odd over the experience. You seemed genuinely glad to have someone new to talk to. He wasn’t sure how he felt, because you looked so cute sitting next to him chatting his ear off. 

He was fucked to put it lightly. You were everything he hated about the people in this town. Stupid and blindly following the herd…but with more of an innocence. All Yoongi knew was that he was down bad and frankly, a little pissed about it. How many whores had he had in the past and how many could he go out and find at this moment? Too many, maybe they were getting boring to him because right now all he could think about was you. He wanted to poke fun at and just piss everyone off at first, but now…now he just wanted corrupt you. Odd, he’d never felt the want to do it before to anyone, but something about you was sticking to him. How could he not with how cute and innocent you acted around him? Your fault really...hadn't your mother already warned you about men like him? He wanted to take you until the innocent air surrounding you was gone until all you could think about is him and how good he fucked your little virgin cunt. How cute you’d be under him. Covering your breasts and trying to hide away from his hungry eyes. Your cute little moans, moans you’d likely never made before. The feeling of you stretching around him for the first time. A little too much to handle, but you’re eager to please him. How wet you’d be, how it’d be such a challenge to bottom out, and how you’d squirm and try to resist the urge to be run over the edge as his hips pressed into yours. Your thighs twitch and try to close, too overwhelmed by the new sensations happening in your body. He’d leave you ruined; never to be the same again.

Yoongi blinked himself out of thought, he was sitting outside of his house having zoned out thinking about it all. 

Well, change of plans he supposed?

Two weeks later snow began to fall and hanging out with you had become routine. Admittedly, it wasn’t that bad. Other than an insatiable want to get you in his bed, he couldn’t say he hated every moment spent hanging around you. It was refreshing not to be by himself all day, he hadn’t had a real friend since early high school, and every day since had pretty much been spent alone. Stuck with a family that refused to speak to him until he admitted his sin and went back to church to grovel for forgiveness; he’d never do that even now. To his surprise you hardly talked about your family or religion; he had part expected you to try and drill it all into him. But you were pretty quiet and liked to laugh at all the ‘silly’ things he did as you liked to put it. You thought the way he slurred words when he was drunk was cute, but wouldn’t touch a drink from him after what happened, not unless he sweet-talked you enough. Sometimes it felt like he could sweet talk you into doing anything he wanted. Sometimes you’d let him put a shot glass to your lips and pour it down, wincing at the burn and getting watery-eyed. Yoongi wasn’t interested in bringing you anything gentle, he liked the hard stuff that could send him over the edge with a few drinks.

“Yoongi?” You asked one night. He was sitting beside you on the park bench, wrapped up in a plethora of jackets and hoodies trying to fight against the bitter air. Obviously, he couldn’t go to your place, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted you hanging around his yet. Truth be told he wasn’t sure if he could contain himself seeing you sitting in his bed just talking with that sweet tone of yours. Your eyes looking up at him, wide and fully focused on what he was doing or saying. You’d be wearing one of those silly frilled dresses you liked; he was sure of it. He’d thought about it so many times. How you’d let him get close and run a hand over your thigh, then over your stomach, to your chest. You’d let him kiss you, he knew you would. You liked doing what he said. You were so curious to partake in all the things he liked to do; all the things you weren’t supposed to do. One night he passed you a blunt without thinking much of it, you took it but nearly choked trying to smoke it for the first time. So you settled on letting him blow smoke in your face because he wanted to and you kept lying that you liked the smell of it.

“Yoongi?” You repeated, pulling him out of his daydream. He hummed, “Can I ask you something personal?”

“Go for it.” He’d lie if he didn’t want to answer, he lied to you a lot and you never seemed to pick up on it.

“Have you been in love before?”

“No.” He looked over at you again. You were playing with your hands in your lap, your nose was red from the cold and your hair was covered in snowflakes. He was still damp from earlier when you made him do a snow angel alongside you. “Why?”

“I don’t know “your face flushed, “I just wish I knew what it felt like. I’ve never been able to have a boyfriend” you explained, “Mom said I have to wait longer, I think she wants to find someone for me.”

“Well, that’s what good girls are supposed to do, right?” He asked, rolling his head back to look at the street light above and watching the snow flurries cluster around it. 

You were quiet for a moment, “I guess. I don’t know I’ve just been thinking alot lately, questioning some things.”

Yoongi nodded, he could remember when he started to as well. Hearing how everything in your circle talked about Yoongi didn’t sit right. Everyone should love everyone and get along, that is what you had thought everyone preached around you your whole life. Now they spoke about him like trash, ever since he poured the liquor on you. You hardly even cared much after the fact. It had been thrilling in your otherwise mundane life. Everyone thought you were staying clear of him, but you liked hanging out with him. Every evening when your mother left for work you ran to him. And every Sunday morning people still talked about what happened. How Yoongi shouldn’t be allowed to stay around here, how he was nasty and unholy, and how he'd do horrible things to you if you got close again. 

“You want a boyfriend?”

“My mom would kill me if she knew I did.”

Yoongi wet his lips and tugged your jacket until you looked at him. You were pouting, eyes cast down as you thought about it. “Well,” he started waiting for you to look up at him with your little doe eyes met his. “I could be your boyfriend” it rolled off his tongue, music to your ears. “No one will know, we’ll do all the things girlfriends and boyfriends do.” He waited for your reply, “unless you don’t like me?” He couldn’t remember the last time he spoke in such a tone: a soft and nearly whiny one. 

“No, I do!” You blurted out. “I want you to be my boyfriend, please Yoongi?”

He could listen to you say please all night.

“You’re not scared about breaking your mom's rules?” He egged in, “Not very good of you to lie.”

You scooted closer to him, grabbing his hand and pouting. “I-I don’t care about lying to her. Really! I’ve always wanted a boyfriend and I really like you, so why not?”

“Okay” he grinned, “I’ll be your boyfriend baby.” You grinned, genuinely excited. “We should make it official though, give me a kiss?”

You picked at the edges of your sleeves, “Y-yeah…but I’ve never…done that.”

Good, he thought. He wanted to be your first anything and everything. To teach you how to be a good girlfriend for him. “It’s okay, I’ll teach you. Just follow my lead.”

He grabbed your face, encouraging you to get even closer. Your legs pressed against his and he held your waist tight. He could see the shine of your strawberry lip gloss and the pink ribbon in your hair tickled his hand as he held your cheek. You were enthralled, gazing into his eyes like hearts were exploding behind you. He kissed you, trying to start slow and keep the cute boyfriend appearance up, but he was ready to get heated and messy with you. He did- kissed you harder, nibbled your lip, and pressed his tongue into your mouth. You were so meek under him, trying your best to keep up.

Your lipgloss was smeared- most of it left on Yoongi. You made it just-in-time before your mother got home. You scurried upstairs to change and pretend you’ve been in bed all night. You still felt breathless over the kisses. How he held you and how he asked you to be his girlfriend. You didn’t know how it was supposed to go, but you were sure he did it well. He had to. You hurried yourself under the covers. 

You had a boyfriend!

You kissed him!!

You smiled thinking about his hands holding you- how big they felt against your waist and his sting against your cheek. His lips were chapped and a bit cold against yours. He said he liked your lipgloss- the one you begged your mom to let you get just so you could wear it for him. 

“You’ve never touched yourself before?” You weren’t sure how the topic had been brought up, but Yoongi had just become far more interested in your video call after you let your secret slip out. You’d been lying around in bed talking to him for the past few hours. He was at home while you were stuck in bed for the night. Your mom was sick and hadn’t gone to work in a few days. You’d been missing Yoongi so he promised to call you.

“No…we’re not supposed to…my mom always tells me I shouldn’t it’s not pure and good.” You explained. Yoongi rolled his eyes, what a fanatic. 

“I used to think that, my family taught me the same things.” He started, “But I don’t agree. It’s normal, we’re all a little dirty sometimes, right bunny?”

You flushed, you liked it when he called you that. 

“I miss you, I’ve been thinking about kissing you all day. I wanna teach you more though, do you want to learn more next time?”

You nodded, slowly as you thought about his words. “You like when I kiss you?”

“Yeah,” you giggled. “Of course I do!”

Yoongi hummed, looking over the nightgown you were wearing. He liked kissing you well enough but he was starting to crave more. It’d been a while since he’d had sex, fantasizing about you while getting off was getting boring. He looked over your crossed legs, a bit upset it was long enough to cover your thighs- he liked them. It was, however, just snug enough to give him a subtle outline of your breasts, your nipples a bit hard grazing the fabric if you moved the right way. “Why’d you stop talking?” You pouted.

“You like my voice?” 

You nodded, “I really like it.”

“Wanna hear me call you pretty some more? How vain of you bunny. That’s a sin” he snickered, “does my voice turn you on?”

“I think so” You grew quieter, taking one headphone out and setting it aside to listen for your mother. 

“Is she still sleeping?”

“I think so.”

“You wanna do something for me, baby?” You nodded eagerly. “Touch yourself for me.” His tone was almost demanding, and needy as he shifted in his seat.

“But I’ve never…I’m not sure.”

“Come on,  try it for me?” Yoongi asked and very slowly you got off of your bed, leaving your phone propped against some pillows as instructed. Yoongi smirked, watching you look around your bedroom and to the door, double-checking the lock and listening for your mother. He was already feeling warm, mouth a bit dry as he looked you up and down. He couldn't help but to slip down his pants and tug at his cock in anticipation. The fact that you were so nervous, anxious that you’d get caught and reprimanded…that cute little nightgown you were wearing. “Just lift your nightgown” he wet his lips, watching you pick at the thin fabric and shyly lift it for him. “That’s it just a little, there you go” he encouraged, eyes glued to your panties. “Not so bad, right?” He smiled, and you let out a nervous, breathy giggle. “Turn around now” he watches you do as told, he hummed “bend over.” He watches you check your door again, a bit hesitant. “Don’t disappoint me now…good girl. Just…” Yoongi ogled over your ass, how the soft white fabric of your panties stretched over it, and how your legs pressed together now and again. “Just touch yourself for me” he finished. You did it for him, snaking a hand between your legs and clumsily playing with yourself. 

“Feels good?” He laughed at the little moans you let out now and again. “Don’t get shy, you’re so cute. Just show off for me baby.”

“You said you wanted to see it” Yoongi bit back a laugh. 

“I know, but…not here.” Your nose scrunched as you took another weary look around the alleyway. “Someone will see.”

“That’s what makes it fun” He grinned. He was feeling himself a little too much after a few drinks in his favorite bar. They wouldn’t ID him, and he knew they wouldn’t ID you. It was across town, too much of a trek for anyone who knew who you were to see. He’d gone through a few beers and some shots with you following him. You didn’t like the beer and refused a second shot, so he rolled his eyes and got you something smoother, fruitier. You were more content sipping on it, kicking your legs off the stool, and begging him to come to see you in the Holiday service on Sunday.

“You want me to come Sunday or not?”

“That’s not fair” you whined. Yoongi shrugged, leaning against the brick wall with his hips jutted out slightly. “Get on your knees for me bunny.” He watched you sink down, complaining when the slosh of rain and snow stained your stockings. “I’ll by you new ones” He assured, watching your brow knit ever so slightly as you fiddled with his belt; loosening it and going for his jeans button. He could feel his throat getting dry, ever since that little show he talked you through a few days ago he had been plagued with thoughts of you nonstop. You pulled his jeans down a bit, looking up at him for reassurance before shyly going for the boxers. He was already hard, it didn't take much from you nowadays. His fingers twitched, he wanted ot grab your hair and go to town, but he tried to take in your wide eyes, cautious little touches, and overall curiosity of it all.

“I don’t know if I should be doing this” Your voice was small, torn as you looked up at him again with a frown. “It feels wrong, I don’t know.”

“It’s okay, it's normal. Lots of girls do it, don’t you want to make me feel good? I made you feel good the other night, it’s only fair.”

"I know you better than you think baby. I know those dirty little sides of you no one else does. You keep saying this is wrong and you shouldn't be doing it…but you’ve been saying for days how you want to please me. Now it’s time. Want me to help you?” He murmured. You nodded, a mix of excitement and nervousness in your stomach as you looked around one last time. He snaked a hand through your hair and guided you closer. His tip grazed your lips, pouty and slick from your lipgloss. Egairly you opened your mouth for him, trying to breathe through the new feeling and anxiety of having him in your mouth for the first time. 

Yoongi on the other hand felt like he could melt then and there. The feeling of your hot mouth against him sent tingles down his spine. “Just suck on it a little, grab the rest with your hand, and stroke it for me, baby.” your hand felt so small and cold against him, it made him shiver. He tugged your head a bit, he couldn’t help it. Your inexperience was too much for him. He loved the clumsiness, the little noise you made as you choked on him, how drool dripped down your chin and stained your blouse. “I know you can take it bunny, tell me if you can’t- fuck” he hissed, “you’re so good for me.”

He came in your mouth- he hadn't planned to but hadn’t been able to help it the moment you peered back up to him. Your face flushed, your eyes wide and teary, still looking at him in adoration. You pulled back, saying something about not liking the taste and wincing when more landed on your face. Yoongi was too immersed in trying to calm down to make some witty remark, he just took a moment to steady his breathing and look down at you. “Sorry,” he was quick to get his pants back up and get down to your level to help clean up. He sighed, watching you pick at your ruined stockings and skirt, “We’ll go to the mall tomorrow, and I’ll try to come to see you Sunday.”

He tried to seem indifferent to the way your face lit up, lunging to hug him. He smiled and took you home.

After taking you to the mall and replacing your clothes, Yoongi felt needier than usual for you. He was ready to take up, ready to steal that innocence away. 

“Stop pretending you don’t want to” Yoongi laughed. “Do you like it?” Yoongi grinned. You squirmed in his lap. He could tell you were trying not to like it, your brow scrunched slightly. When he grabbed your face and made you look at him he could see the concern clouded with lust in your eyes. “I know you like it, stop lying to yourself” He had taken you home for the first time, wasting little time before pulling you to the bedroom for a makeout. 

“I do” you whimper, “but…I’m not supposed to do stuff like this��� You frowned, “Not until I get married and-”

“We’re not having sex though, we’re just playing a little, right?” He asked, grabbing your hips tighter, pressing his bulge against you. Your skirt rode up more, your knees pressed into the sofa as he guided you to grind against him. You were starting to get a little bold when you were with him, it was hard not to when he was constantly grabbing at you and saying all the right things to get you worked up. He was ready to take this to the next level- ready to fuck you.

“Come on, fuck yourself against me, baby, you’re already soaked and I’ve barely touched you.” He slipped back into his mindset fast. Your hips moved with his, he could feel the wet spot staining his jeans as you moaned and squeaked in surprise every time he pulled you hard against him. “Want me to fuck you? Seems like it, want me to ruin your insides?” He was into it, into how good your clothed cunt felt against his jeans and hard-on, how red your face was getting and the little beads of nervous sweat forming on your forehead. How your fingers clasped his shirt and nails pinched his skin, how into you seemed to be getting.

“I shouldn’t, but it feels so good” You cried, while Yoongi nearly came at your breathly little whines. 

“it's okay to be dirty like this, it makes you feel good, right? makes you want to cum like a good girl for me?” Yoongi went on, “Or we can stop, you can just pretend we didn’t do anything and go home, is that what you want?” “No” you cried, “It feels good. I wanna cum.” You shyly spoke, quickening your pace as he rutted against you.

“You gonna let me fuck you now?” He had been half serious when he said it, still content with sucking on and leaving hickeys on your shoulder. When you say yes? He felt like his brain short-circuited, he had you on your back in an instant; staring down at you like a hungry animal. Your shirt was unbuttoned, chest flushed and marked up from the groping. You were looking at him through lidded eyes, your legs still pressed together in anticipation as he moved in. 

“Fuck this is so wrong, isn’t it bunny?” Yoongi let out a shaky exhale, “I’ve wanted to do this for so long, god you feel so good.” You were flushed under him, biting back moans and trying to take the pain of the first stretch like a good girl, like you knew he wanted you to. “I’m trying to go slow baby, but fuck…You’ll forgive me if I can’t, right?” He leaned closer to you, peppering kisses over your neck and sucking dark marks on your skin. “Please forgive me, baby, I’m gonna ruin you.” He murmured. He knew you’d never hate him, he knew you’d forgive him for anything he did to you.

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Can't you see the Starlight? || Finnick Odair X Reader

"Look at you worrying to much about things you can't change, you'll spend your whole life singing the blues if you keep thinking that way"

Getting dragged to a capital party to satisfy your mothers wishes could not have gone any better when you get asked to dance with the capital darling, Finnick Odair.

Warnings: Fluffy, mentions of death, kissing, dancing, fem! reader, alcohol mentioned, Finnick getting humbled A LOT

Word Count: 4.7K

A/N: I knowwwww I know yall have been asking for more Coriolanus Snow content but I needed some Finnick fluff in my life I love him so much. Might write more parts to this if yall like it :D

The music was so loud I swear I would be able to hear it ringing in my ears for the next days to come. Everyone was dressed to the nines and other girls scurried past me in large, sparkling, extravagant gowns shaped like cupcakes. Awkwardly, I stood there watching the people dance and talk.

This was my first time going to a capital party. My mother decided I spent enough time locked in my room and decided to drag me along to the party.

She had barged in that morning and said, "Y/N it is not normal for a girl your age to have no other friends other than her dog. You're in university. You should be in the club but instead your here. I'm sorry Sweetheart but that is just sad." I understood where she was coming from. It's not even that I don't like being outside, I love it actually. I love going on walks and watching the birds in the trees or even reading in the park and watching the leaves fall. All of that stuff is so much fun. The thing I don't like is the constant judgment from the other people in the capital. My family used to be incredibly wealthy, so much so my father had a hand in a big part of the economy of all of Panem. He was also deeply tied to political affairs in Panem, often having meetings with President Snow. My mother said they went to school together. But when my father died suddenly and mysteriously, our business had plummeted. My mother, bless her soul, tried to step up and handle things but our financial status had gone down significantly.

In all truth, we weren't doing well at all and the pretentious shallowness of the other capital citizens only viewed you as the numbers in your bank account. My mom could barely pay the tuition for the University I'm attending. I felt like an imposter at this party. I know these people think less of me and it's so uncomfortable. It's not even the stares, it's more the lack thereof. I wasn't perceived at all because the other people at this party didn't think I was worth their time. I played with the fabric of my silk red dress awkwardly while I watched my mom chatter with another woman her age at a table across from where I was. Sighing heavily, I closed my eyes and pretended to be anywhere else.

Suddenly, I was pulled out of my daze by a hand on my left shoulder and someone's breath on my right. I jumped and turned around, my gaze being met with the most marvelous pair of sea-green eyes. The man took a step back.

"I'm sorry, did I frighten you?" he chuckled.

I didn't respond, just gave him a confused, almost disgusted glace. He scoffed a little and let a smirk run across his face while extending his hand out.

"I'm delighted to make your acquaintance Ms..." He looked at me with curious eyes, wanting me to finish his sentence. Cautiously, I reached my hand out to meet his, never breaking eye contact.

"Y/N, Y/N L/N."

He shook my hand shortly and firmly. His smirk turned into a charming smile, exposing his charmingly crooked white teeth and dimples. I squinted my eyes at him, examining his face. I felt like I knew him from somewhere, he looked so familiar. His smile started to fade, I think he was a little offended by my glares.

"I'm sorry but do I know you from somewhere?"

A loud laugh left his mouth.

"I'd be more surprised if you didn't haha, do the Hunger Games ring a bell?"

"Gasp... Peeta Mellark?!"

Excitement started to rush through my veins. My eyes lit up and I started to get all giddy. I loved Katniss and Peeta's games. They just finished last week actually. It was really the only one I tuned into and actually paid attention to, I was too invested, enthralled even with their romance. God, I was such a sucker for romance. Peeta looks so different in real life. A lot taller actually. Blond as ever though.

"I- no... Finnick. Finnick Odair." He looked at me a little offended and confused. Now this was awkward. I calmed myself down and shook my head.

"Hmm, I can't say they do Mr. Odair." I glanced around and noticed the number of eyes that were on us, "Though from the amount of girls around here who look like they want to tear you apart, I'm going to assume you're famous or something."

"Ha, well I guess you can put it that way, what a way to humble someone Ms. Y/N... Anyways, I came to ask you a simple question, may I have this dance?" He bent at the waist slightly like a prince, his hand reached out for mine waiting for me to accept it, his stunningly green eyes never leaving mine. What a charmer. I laughed a little and looked around again. There was still a few eyes on us but just as many people were enjoying themselves. Something about the joy buzzing off of the other people just gave me this sudden urge to do something I was always taught not to do; let a stranger who just seemed to have the sharpest jawline, dimples, boosted ego, and the absolute deepest sea green eyes take me by the hand and lead me somewhere with even more strangers in a strange place. I'd say the stranger-danger aspect of it all was worrying but the pros of, "ooooo hot man" seemed to outweigh that.

"Well Mr. Odair, it's between that or sitting here for more painstakingly long minutes so I guess I'll dance with you," flirtatious sarcasm was dripping from my voice but I shot him back a smirk like the one he was giving me. I placed my hand into his and took mental note of how big and rough his hands were compared to mine. In one swift movement, he stood up straight again and interlocked his arm with mine.

"I'll make it worth your while," He joked and I rolled my eyes in response. For being an outdoor event, the area felt so claustrophobic with the amount of people around. The heat radiating off of everyone was unbearable, the aroma was sticky. Finnick held my arm close to him, afraid to lose me in the crowd. I could feel my face getting hot and I couldn't tell if I was flustered from the sudden male attention or if the heat was getting to me. Soon enough, we reached a small clearing, just big enough for the two of us and I felt Finnick let go of my arm and spin me around so now I was facing him. The way he was looking at me made me feel all warm and gooshy, ugh I hated it. With half-lidded eyes and that smirk that was starting to become oh so familiar, he placed one of his hands on the small of my back, pulling me close to him, and the other interlocking with my hand, extending them outwards.

I tried to pull every amount of falsified confidence out of the depths of my soul when I placed my other hand to meet his shoulder. In theory, this should've gone smoothly but I was so nervous my hand was shaking on the way up, none of my fake confidence could cover that one up. He started laughing and I cringed so hard. I looked down at the ground and my legs wobbled a little when I felt my posture start to slip in these heels. I wanted nothing more than to melt into a puddle of nothingness.

"Oh Ms. Y/N... you sure have a lot of bark for a girl who can't even stand up straight. My presence must be too intoxicating for you to handle."

"Ha. Ha. Ha. And you sure have a lot of confidence for a 'Famous' man I didn't even recognize."

"Ouch, dear let's hold off on that one, now please..." his hand lifted off the small of my back and I felt his fingers under my chin, lifting it to look at him.

"Look at me when I talk to you, it's rude not to"

His hand returned to my back and I stared at him flabbergasted. This man had such a hold on me, literally and figuratively, and I had just met him. This was crazy.

"Oh you're dangerous Mr. Odair," I whispered a little too loud for my liking. He heard it and started to laugh again. God that laugh was like the best sound I've ever heard.

"Trust me darling, I'm a daydream. Now, are we gonna start dancing or are you just going to sit here and stare at me while I get lost in your eyes."

Oh, this absolute weenie. Now I knew I was blushing. His facial expression was the embodiment of pride. It was like he was so accomplished in getting me so flustered. Suddenly, the reality of what was happening sank upon me and so did the remembrance that I didn't know how to dance. Smiling awkwardly at him I started to try and uncomfortably sway our bodies in an off-rhythm pace. His mouth formed an 'O' shape of realization like he just read my mind.

"Just follow my lead,"

He started to move his feet and I followed along one step behind him. I was fumbling over my self a lot but he whispered little encouragements into my ear over the party music. Soon enough, I was working in perfect rhythm alongside him and things started to get a little more fun.

"Look at you, good girl. You caught on so fast,"

Oh god, how can someone be so charming? His presence was almost intoxicating. I turned my head again to avoid eye contact. If I stared into those green eyes for a moment longer I would surely fall into the depths of them and never be able to get out.

"Don't get shy now, darling. Come on," he teased before pulling me closer. My chest was pressed up against him and my eyes widened. Looking up at him slowly, I simply hit him with a shining smile. "Who me? Shy? Never, I'm clearly the most outgoing and social girl out there, that's exactly why I was standing at that table by myself for so long," I joked sarcastically and he rolled his eyes. The song changed and blasted through the speaker and played yet another slow dance song. I groaned and his ears perked up. He swooped in to take that as an oppertunity to ask,

"Are you bored yet?"

"Do you want the honest answer or the delusional one?"

"I'd rather us start our relationship with honesty so I'll go with the first option."

I swear, did this man ever stop smiling?

"Relationship? You're talking crazy Mr. Odair... but to be honest, I'm a little bored... Just a little."

He chuckled a little and continued to lead our bodies elegantly across the dance floor.

"How about we get out of here after this song? There's a lake a short walk down from here, we can go watch the stars."

"Oh Mr. Odair, you better not be trying to murder me... it's okay you don't have to drop everything for me. Clearly, you're enjoying the party."

"Don't worry... You can trust me and it's less that I'm enjoying the party and more that I'm enjoying you"

"You tease~"

"And without giving away too many details... You'd be doing me a favor getting me out of here," he spoke with a changed demeanor, a slightly grim and sad one at that. I brushed it off and nodded.

"So it's a deal?"

"Deal."

He smiled and then pulled away from me, lifting my hand. I understood the assignment and did a little spin, feeling my dress float a little around me. I giggled and spun back into his arms. While my dancing was still quite stiff, I felt so happy. He pulled me close and we helplessly gazed into each others eyes. The song ended and the music dwindled and he pulled away, smiling uncontrollably.

"Stop looking at me like that~ you're giving me the creeps," I teased and giggled, playfully hitting his slightly exposed chest from the V-neck of his white flowy top. He threw his head back laughing before extending his hand out to me again for the second time that night.

"Creeps? I'm sure you mean "Oh Finnick, stop killing me with that beautifully charming, elegant, and stunning smile"'

I huffed and rolled my eyes.

"Are we heading out now?"

"After you."

Words just seemed to roll right off his tongue like honey dripping off a warm spoon, shockingly sweet and smooth. His eyes never left mine. Ever. His hand reached for mine once more and we interlocked fingers while I started to try and find a path off the dance floor. Once we were free from the sweaty dance floor, I turned to Finnick with wide eyes ready for him to lead us down this 'short walk to the lake'. He gladly accepted this task and we walked out the gates of the capital party, not caring if anyone saw us.

As soon as we stepped out of the area I paused for a moment to take a deep breath in. "Oh man I swear it is so hard to breathe in there"

"Oh absolutely. Especially over the heavy perfumes that smell so strong yet can't cover the smell of B.O." Finnick laughed.

"Eww when you put it like that it makes it seem so much worse"

"Oh, but it is that bad let's just be honest here. Like I said earlier, I want this relationship to be started on a foundation of honesty, though, I do love a good secret."

I scrunched my face at his comment and laughed, interlocking my fingers with his again as we looked up ahead of the night in front of us.

"The lake is right down that way," he pointed off to the distance to where we were met with a little stone and dirt path leading. Logically thinking, now was really the time I should be using stranger danger logic. Good thing I wasn't thinking. I grabbed onto Finnick's arm and he started to walk me down the moonlit path. The misty coolness of the nighttime felt so nice on my skin while I cooled off from the party but the warmth of Finnick's arm against my body felt even better. The sound of the music from the party started to get fainter and fainter in the distance.

"So Mr. Odair,"

"Please, just call me Finnick, we aren't around all those fancy people anymore. We can drop the formalities."

"Hmm okay Finnick," I liked the way his name rolled off my tongue and from the way Finnick was grinning and the path in front of us, I think he liked it too. "Where are you from?"

"Wow... you really don't know anything about me huh?" He asked, genuinely so shocked.

"Oh I'm sorry famous-capital-man. How dare I not know how lucky I am to bask in your glory," I rolled my eyes at him.

"Ah that's- that's not what I mean... It's refreshing in a way. It's like with you my reputation doesn't precede me." His tone was open. Honest. He spoke slowly in his last words as if he was searching deep within that beautiful brain of his to pick the right words to say. I didn't respond. On one hand, I was very flattered to see him be so honest. On the other, that sentence was setting off a few more red flags in my mind. What could his reputation be that he finds it enlightening that I don't know who he is? Either way, I brushed off that idea. Finnick seemed like an honest man.

Now that we were alone with just the two of us it felt like his whole demeanor had changed. Inside the gates of the capital party, it felt like he was masking himself a little. It was like he was playing a character, a charming playboy who only had one goal but here, he was still charming but in a different way. His presence reminded me of sitting on the warm sand of a beach watching as the ocean waves crashed into the shore. It draws you in, gives you warmth, and is stunning to look at. I hadn't realized that I had been standing there in silence, lost in my own thoughts, for longer than was comfortable until he continued.

"I'm actually from District 4," He said with a soft smile, a little different from the smirk that usually rested on his face but a lot cuter.

"Really? District 4... So do you like fishing?" Dumb question. I felt the instant cringe rattle my bones after I let those words out. He didn't make a big deal out of it at all though. He laughed a little, "Yeah actually, I don't get around to doing it anymore but I was very good at fishing when I was younger. I'm quite talented with a net."

I feel like there's a joke I'm missing here. I didn't have much more time to psychoanalyze the man because soon enough, we made it to the lake. The moonlight reflected down upon the lake allowing for the beautiful ripples of the water to be seen. The moonlight also shined down on us, being the only source of light in the darkness of this twilight hour. I took a moment to bask in its tranquil beauty as I watched the fireflies dance through the tall grass like little stars that had just dropped down to earth.

"Here it is..." the words left his lips softly and I could feel his eyes staring at my face, trying to read my expression but I was too busy being astonished by the beauty of nature.

"I have lived here my whole life and I have never even heard of or seen this place before..."

He took my hand and led me down to a little clearing in the grass, right above the shore of the lake where we sat down and continued to look around. His head hung down and he looked at his lap, laughing a little before saying, "You must not get out much, huh? Why? I mean, you must have money, why don't you leave and have fun more often?"

"Eh it's not as simple as that, I just... I really can't stand the environment or the attitudes of the people in the capital. They can always find a way to dehumanize another person. After my father passed, my family lost a significant amount of our income and we practically became invisible to the others in the capital. When other people treat you as lesser than or inhuman and like they can do whatever they want to you it's disheartening. The shallowness of other people gets to me too. How am I ever supposed to make friends if they don't care to get to know me? My family just keeps getting hit with trouble after trouble I'm just... I don't know."

I felt a little pathetic rambling on to Finnick. I'm sure he wasn't ready for that kind of trauma dump. My fingers tangled with the hem of my dress and I looked down, examining how my nail polish had chipped at some point during the night. Finnick was silent for a moment. I started to feel even more embarrassed. I didn't need to give him that much information. I was about to open my mouth again to talk about something else but he beat me to it.

"Y/N... Honestly, I understand that on so many levels. Especially as a person who isn't from here but always has to be here for business, I understand fully what you mean but, not everyone is like that and in a way, you're sort of doing the same thing if you're generalizing other capital people like that too... Not to say that you're at fault or anything though but... think about it this way. The way they act is because they were raised that way, truly if you hadn't gone through what you went through you would end up the same way they are,"

His words made me flinch. The idea of being just as shallow as them scared me, deeply. He looked at me, laughed a little, and continued.

"I know I know... This is kind of a hard thing to say, I mean, it's easier to say than to do but, every barrier we cross is another lesson learned. The things we go through turn us into the people we are today and it's our job as people to be people, good people. There is a lot of bad in this world, the least we can do is try to make light with the small things we do. If you spend your whole life worrying too much about the things you can't change, you'll spend your life too stuck in the past and miserable. I was dealt a pretty shitty hand in life but I'm trying to make the best of what I was given and hey, my shitty ass circumstances led me here, with you right now and that seems pretty cool to me"

My heart skipped a beat and I moved my head up to look at Finnick. He was now laying on his back staring up at the sky, head turning to make eye contact with me. I swear this man had a way of reading just the deepest parts of my soul. Deep green eyes met my own and I saw a glimmer, a shine in his eyes that hadn't been there before. A warm smile tugged at the corners of my lips and we sat in silence for a moment, just staring deep into each other's eyes.

"I'd have to agree with you on that one Finnick..." I whispered. He chuckled then turned back to look at the sky.

"Y/N... come join me, the stars are beautiful tonight," He said and patted the ground next to him, ushering me closer. I followed and lay right beside him looking up at the twinkling stars. Normally you can never see the stars so clearly in the capital because of the amount of air and light pollution was so dense but right now, they were shining bright. Maybe things just looked brighter with Finnick next to me. I looked back at Finnick's face, he seemed lost in thought, staring up at the stars.

"Don't you see the starlight? Isn't it crazy to think about how something so far can still be seen be seen by us here? They shine so brightly so that they can bring joy to the rest of the universe. I want to make a change in the world that significant one day. Do something so great that it will bring great joy to everyone for years to come... like even when I die I will be happy knowing there will be happiness after me because of me... I don't know maybe I'm just unrealistically daydreaming right now," Finnick rambled on so confidently but pulled back on that last line. I turned onto my side to look at him, hand coming to stroke the side of his face.

"I- I think you can do it... you're meant for something greater than this Finnick I can feel it..." earnestly, I spoke. While I had just met the man I could just feel this energy radiating off of him. "Sorry if this is sort of sudden but, you have such a pull to you Finnick... You seem to make everything feel like magic when I'm around you. I'm so enchanted by the life you bring to the room and it's actually insane to me. I have been having a great time tonight and I know I wouldn't have had the tiniest bit of enjoyment if I didn't get to meet you tonight. Finnick, you shine brighter than the whole sky and I'm sure you'll make the whole world feel your warmth too."

Finnick didn't speak, maybe I word vomited a little there but I meant every word I said. I swear I could see tears welling up in his troubled eyes before he closed them hard and started to speak. "Truly... those are the kindest words anyone has ever said to me y/n. You don't have any idea how much your sincerity means to me. Thank you" He propped himself up on his elbow to turn to me too. I can't describe what took over me when he finally opened his eyes again. With piercing green eyes and just the hint of a smile on his handsome face, I subconsciously started to lean forward and to my surprise, he was mirroring my actions. It happened so fast, his warm lips were on mine and his free hand found its way to my cheek. The moment was magical, our lips moving in a rhythmic pattern. He pulled away slowly and looked deeply into my eyes while we took a moment to catch our breaths.

"Finnick..."

"Yeah?"

"I think I like you... a lot." My face grew more red with embarrassment while my eyes searched his face for a response. He smiled at me, lips slightly parted before he leaned back in, kissing me a little harsher, lips burning with passion. He lightly placed me on to my back and we continued to share this moment of innocent intimacy while he hovered over me. My fingers tangled in his soft, blond hair and his weight pressed against my body, one of his hands on my face, keeping me close to him, and the other propping himself up. I knew I had to stop myself before this went too far but I really didn't want to. I wanted this night, this moment, to go on forever. Unfortunately, that decision was made for me when he pulled away and looked down on me. The gold shark tooth necklace he was wearing dangled down in front of my face. He smiled again at me. "We should head back to the party now before it gets too late... It'll be more fun I promise," he leaned down to kiss my forehead then came back up, "They play faster-paced music at the end of the night because that's when all the old people go home. You know they might have a heart attack once the bass kicks in," We shared a laugh and he leaned closer to me again, he nuzzled his face into the nook of my neck and placed a soft kiss on my collarbone that sent shivers down my spine. Goosebumps pricked at my skin and his breath tickled as it brushed against my my ear before he whispered, "I like you too y/n... a lot."

I was a blushing mess at this point. He kissed my cheek before sitting back up. He hit me with that charming smile and I pathetically tried to cover my face with my hands but he grabbed my wrists and stopped me.

"No no none of that, I like seeing how flustered you are it's kind of funny."

"Oh boo you asshole," I joked, sitting up and playfully punching his arm. He laughed hard and stood up to his feet, extending his hand out to help me up. Taking his offer, he helped me onto my feet.

With arms linked, we walked away from the lakeside shore and back to the capital party. My eyes searched the room to see if my mom had noticed I left and from the looks of the third empty glass of liquor on the table she was at and the way her eyes were lit up while she continued to chat with the other women her age, she didn't notice a thing. Finnick's hand squeezed mine tightly and gave me a reassuring smile and we walked back onto the dance floor.

By the end of the night, I couldn't tell if it was the intoxicating spirit of Finnick or the amount of times I had spun around the dance floor but I was so dizzy. I could barely think straight but there was only one thing on my mind.

When could I see him again?

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[lakesbian]

what do you think the baby undersiders were like :)

you all might be reading this ask and thinking. Ah yes, this is going to be a post about jean-paul. iota loves jean-paul, possibly to an unreasonable extent. Well jokes on fucking you. ive already posted a lot about jean-paul. this post is going to be about baby brian now. i think about brian more than you guys even remotely know and now we're having Brian Time. lakesbian goes brianmoded.

anyway. in my head brian laborn was a very silent serious little child who always took things too literally. one of those children random adults would call an "old soul" in a complimentary way but all it means is the child has already lost all their joie de vivre at the age of ten. you know how in aisha's interlude when she finds out her mom is pregnant again she hopes the drugs & alcohol result in a miscarry so that some poor third laborn kid doesn't have to deal with All The Bullshit? i don't think brian consciously had that full entire thought when he found out he was going to have a little sibling, but i do think somewhere in his little seven year old mind he reacted with a sort of creeping dread and advance desire to protect his yet-to-be-born sibling more than with any sort of excitement.

i think he was, of course, always the tallest kid in class, and he did not like sticking out like that at all. he got used to it eventually but i think on many an occasion he has imagined picking someone asking him about the weather or basketball up and flattening them hydraulic press style. but also, he always felt very Special and Helpful and Masculine when he had to get things off shelves for women. and he liked when elderly people called him a Polite Young Man for it, and he did not think anything negative about the fact that people were already calling him a Young Man when he was 12 or 13, because he figured he was just supposed to keep being a Polite Young Man. i think one time when he was like 8 his mother's boyfriend ran over a cat on the road even though he didn't have to do that and it made brian so sad he cried and he couldn't stop crying even when he got told to stop fucking crying and he doesnt like to think about that memory very much at all.

i think aisha liked when brian held her a lot as a small child and he was always doing it and he liked giving her rides on his shoulders because it felt like being a responsible fun big brother and then she stopped wanting to do that and started thinking he was lame and he would never admit that he wishes she still wanted to. i am. Always thinking about how when he went to go pick her up on the day he triggered she ran and jumped into his arms. do you think that was the last time he held her? i bet it was. [through tears] i bet it was

#brian laborb. #ask #wormblr #parahumans #worm spoilers #brian posting will continue until brian opinion improves

[lokisprettygirl]

Close Ties (Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Modern AU) (Non canon) (18+)

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Chapter 8

Summary : After your respective confessions Daemon sits you down to discuss the new development in your relationship with him.

Warning: 18+, dad's best friend trope, canon (we don't know her..don't like don't read), feeling of hopelessness, slight uncle kink if you squint, familial uncle niece sort of relationship but he's not really her uncle, there will be more smut later, significant age gap but reader is in her mid twenties, mention of infidelity, divorce, smoking and alcohol drinking, physical violence implied

Note : i know in fiction we tend to dramatize things (as we should sometimes) so this chapter might feel boring, underwhelming or a bit too realistic but that's how I wanted to keep it for this series. Not a fan of grown men acting like teenagers hence my take on this Daemon is different. Okay enjoy 😊

You were sitting in Daemon's cabin, your heart racing and palms sweating as you waited impatiently for him to return. Even as work hours had ended his work didn't stop. He had gone to meet some people and had asked you to wait there for him because he wanted to drop you home today.

And ofcourse discuss that unspoken thing between you two. You were kind of happy about the alone time you were getting to have in his absence because you needed some time to process what he had just said to you before he left. What was going to happen between you two now? All your life he has been your Uncle Daemon but now both of you had confessed to having romantic/sexual feelings for each other so where do you go from here?

As he finally returned your heart was pounding and threatening to explode in your chest, you couldn't bear the tension.

“Darling get your bag, your parents are back and they want to see you” he said as soon as he entered so you quickly got up from your chair and you were ready to go. On the drive back home you were quiet because you didn't know what to say, even he seemed lost for words, he wasn't even looking at you.

Was he embarrassed? God you hoped not.

“Ummm everything okay?” You asked finally as you couldn't bear the complete silence anymore,

“Yesss”

One word answer? Yeah you didn't need that right now.

“Mom and dad are fine right?”

“Mmmhmmmm”

“They have been going on a lot of trips lately..that's nice, dad really never had much time in his youth and she always wanted to see the world” he turned his head to look at you as you said that.

That's not the reason why they were taking trips together but he couldn't tell you anything just yet.

As you reached home you found your parents right in the living room so you immediately went in for a big warm hug..

“How's my sweetie doing at work Daemon?” Your mum questioned him so he smiled.

“She's a fast learner.. Doing really well” you looked at him as he praised you and he quickly averted his gaze. Truth to be told he was feeling a bit ashamed of himself at the moment, not because of the confession but because of the way your parents trusted him so deeply to take care of their daughter, especially your mum.

What would they think of him once they find out about this situation between you two and that he didn't exactly have innocent intentions for their daughter?

At the dinner table, you struggled to keep your eyes off of Daemon who had taken the time to shower and change into a comfortable white t-shirt and trousers. All you wanted to do was snuggle against him. However you couldn't help but feel as if he was ignoring you, you didn't want to jump to conclusions so you figured that he was probably just trying to not give away anything in front of your parents.

You felt a level of guilt as well, if you and Daemon choose to go down this path it might just wreck havoc all over again and you didn't really want that, you didn't think you'd be able to get over if he was to leave again..

After dinner you spent some time with your mum as she seemed a bit stressed..you had put down your head in her lap so she began to caress your scalp.

“You know you should dress more appropriately in front of Uncle Daemon” you gulped as she said that, you just had a sling night dress on that barely went past your thighs.

“What do you mean? It's just a night dress” you chuckled as you sat up suddenly,

“I know..you know we have never stopped you from doing anything. You're a good girl but he's just a man, a single one now that he's divorced..” you couldn't help but giggle at her words, she was your mother afterall, could she sense that her old friend was up to something? You hoped not.

“Mumma he's not like that you know that”

“I know..he's a decent man, always has been..but in the end men are just that ..men and he had a fling with Cass didn't he? How is she by the way, I haven't seen her lately" she asked you and Cassandra really was the last person you wanted to discuss right now.

“How was your trip?” you asked her to change the subject so she sighed deeply.

“Tiring” she smiled “I bought a souvenir for you from the states. While we were in LA..we bumped into Stella. What are the odds?” you gulped again as she said that,

“You did? Ummm what did she say ..How does she look now?” your tone was inquisitive, you had never really liked Stella even when everyone was besotted with her, perhaps you were just jealous. You remembered her being mean to you on occasions, she had that typical rich snobby girl vibe that you disliked so much. And you were jealous.

“Well she's still the same as I remember her..she asked about Dae, she kept saying that she always wanted him to go back to London with her as she liked it here but he never budged”

You rolled your eyes as she said that.

“Of course she did…I feel like she's the reason why he left, maybe she didn't like it here and wanted to go back to her home so she influenced him somehow..did you ever find out what had happened between him and umm dad?” you asked her so she sighed again.

“I honestly don't know..I have tried enough times to make your father open up to me but he never did, he and Daemon are sewn from the same cloth. Both stubborn and insufferable at times" you chuckled as she said that. She wasn't wrong though. You had asked Daemon about what had gone down between them but he refused to tell you anything. You didn't really understand why.

As you ascended the stairs and made your way to Daemon's room, you knocked on the door, but he didn't answer so you turned the knob only to find an empty room. He hadn't come back yet, he was in your dad's office downstairs discussing business.

You probably should have turned around and left but a part of you wanted to bask in his scent that was soaked in every inch of that space. You found his clothes that he had worn today scattered all over the bed so you picked up his shirt and wrapped it around your shoulders .

“God you're such a creep y/n”

You placed the shirt back down and took a seat on the bed in a sensuous position with your legs crossed and arms placed elegantly on the mattress ..or you tried. You still didn't know the nature of your relationship with him so this felt blasphemous.

A few minutes later he finally entered his room and as he saw you he gave you a small smirk,

“Mum thinks i should dress appropriately in front of you..is this not appropriate Uncle?” He walked towards you as you said that, the smirk stayed.

“A nighty that is barely covering you is sure as hell not appropriate love”

God you wanted to moan just from him using that voice on you.

“What are you doing here?” He asked you so you stood back up.

“Just wanted to talk about..you know what” he sighed as you said that.

“We are going to talk..I'm not going to cross a line and ruin our familial relationship for a few nights of fun” Daemon's voice was serious and firm as he spoke, and you could tell that he was weighing his words carefully. He reached out to grab his coat from the bed and wrapped it around your shoulders, covering your exposed skin.

“Who said I wanted just a few nights of fun?” you argued so he smiled,

“I assumed..you're still young ..i had all my fun in my twenties” he reverted

“I'm not a slut like you” he winced as you said that.

“Touche..first thing first you need to stop calling me Uncle when it's just you and me” he told you and you agreed.

“ Okay Mister Daemon”

“Just Daemon is fine”

“Okay.. Just Daemon”

“Sit down” you sat down immediately as he said that, he reached closer to you and at first you thought he'd kiss you but he just cupped your cheeks and leaned down to kiss your forehead before he walked away from you, pulled an armless chair from the corner of the room and sat down right in front of you.

“Do you know how old I am?” he asked you.

Stupid question you thought.

“Mmhmm freshly turned forty three”

“Do you know how old you are?”

“Will soon turn twenty six”

“That's eighteen years of age gap..almost a generation apart”

“I know..my math is not that bad”

“Don't get sassy with me right now” You bit on your lips to stifle the smile that was threatening to escape your lips “Your dad is wealthy and famous...you could have anyone in the world you'd put your eyes on. Are you sure this is what you want? Even if temporarily” His tone was a mix of uncertainty and genuine concern he felt towards you.

“If I could have anyone then why not you? All my life I have been around people who just wanted to use me because of my dad. What makes you think I'd ever want a boyfriend or a husband who'd marry me for the same reasons?” you answered him confidently and it made him smile. You were always such a good girl and that's what made this harder for him. He didn't want to ruin you.

“What makes you think I'm not doing the same thing to you? I'm certainly broke and homeless and I desire to regain the wealth and status again. Who is better than one of the most influential men in all of the UK to bring me back to glory? After all what's his is going to be yours someday” His voice was low and laced with a subtle hint of sarcasm,

“You won't do that to me” you said to him softly,

“Why not? Perhaps I'm just playing the long game..”

“You're not ..i have felt it..your care, your beautiful heart, I know you Daemon Targaryen” he couldn't help but smile at your words,

“I do care of course, but how do you know that I'm also not lying to you and using you for my selfish purposes?” he asked you so you smiled.

“Because i have known you all my life and a wise man once told me to look into the eyes of the person you are talking to and you'd know whether they're being truthful to you or not..that's how I know you're not lying to me..i see it in your eyes” his eyes immediately and so quickly teared up as you said that “Besides if you wanted to use me you'd have made your move the first night itself but you didn't, you waited for me to do so, that tells me everything I need to know about your intentions”

He smiled as he looked down, he was so proud of the kind of person you had turned into, perhaps it was your upbringing.

“Alright.. Do you understand the consequences of this thing between us?” he asked you, his voice was turning softer and softer with every question.

“I do”

“Does it scare you?”

“Yes, alot”

“Do you think we can go back to being just uncle and niece if you're bored of me after a few nights? When you see the real me and not the man you have built up in your fantasies? When the mirage is broken and I am all bare in front of you?” He looked at you with a mixture of hope and fear in his eyes, his feelings for you evident in every word that came from his mouth.

You got down on your knees and placed your hands on his thighs which made him shudder so he leaned back into his chair, he was hoping you won't see the erection he had now after seeing you in that position.

“I don't think we can just go back but what makes you think you won't be the one to get bored of me? I'm nothing interesting…especially in bed” his brows furrowed as you said that. He couldn't imagine you being anything but a submissive little freak in bed, you just had that aura surrounding you, he noticed how your face flushed every time he was tough with you at work or commanded you to do something.

“Then I'll teach you my ways, I'm certainly not a novice in that department. I stayed in a broken marriage for more than a decade with a woman that wasn't half decent as you...what makes you think I'd give up on a girl who's finessed so perfectly inside out?”

Your face felt warmer as he said that, no man has ever made you feel so desirable as he did in that moment and he hadn't even touched you yet.

“What if we have no chemistry in bed? And it's all just the forbidden aspect of the relationship that's pulling us to each other?” you questioned him so he chuckled in response.

“Entirely possible but you don't need to worry about that, chemistry is precisely why we are in this predicament in the first place” his tone was playful as he said that. Even if there was that one percent chance that you both would have no compatibility in bed he was going to build it up from scratch but he won't hurt you for something so superficial.

“Mmmhm..i didn't think of that”

“What are you looking for in this relationship? Considering we will get to have one” he asked another question, he could feel your fingertips caressing his thighs gently, the touch was making him lose his concentration.

“I date to marry .. always have”

“What if I don't want to get married again..ever?”

“Then we don't marry”

Why did this feel so normal he wondered? Discussing such heavy subjects with you came so naturally to him.

“What if I want children in the future?? Is it something you'd want?” he asked you so you smiled

“Mm never thought about it..what if I don't want kids in future.. but just me and you?” the smirk on his face reappeared as you said that.

“I have gone forty years without procreating..could easily go forty more”

He was a dreamboat wasn't he?

“Mmmm..I'd have to address you as Uncle in public still”

“That is highly inappropriate but we don't have much of a choice here. What if I want to take this thing slow and don't wish to defile you the moment I have your consent?” he asked you so you smiled.

“You can go as slow as you want as long as you are mine..all mine”

“Words have meaning you know..you can't just speak to me like that if you don't really mean it”

“What makes you think I'm playing with you for fun?”

“Because I'm insecure, I don't think I am what you deserve or need in your life”

You stood up and sat down on his lap as he said that, god you had envisioned this scenario a million times in your head so when it was really happening, it felt really surreal, your arms curled around his neck as you hugged him tightly.

She did a number on him but you won't allow him to feel that way ever again, that if he'd be yours for eternity

He wrapped his arms around your waist, the coat he had put on you was discarded on the floor, he could feel the heat emanating from your body as you clutched onto him.

"You're all i have ever wanted..i literally had everything growing up but you" you whispered in his ear so he put his head down on your shoulder and sighed..

“Thiss is not easy for me" his voice quivered slightly as he continued "Acknowledging or accepting that I'm lusting after a girl I have known since she was twelve..it's not easy. What would she think of me?” he said to you softly so you pulled away a little and cupped his cheeks, he was torn between his feelings for you and his own sense of morality, and it was clear that he was struggling to come to terms with the situation.

“I know..but I have lusted for you since I was twelve, when I didn't even know what this meant and that girl that you're worried about disappointing? She knew her Uncle Daemon would never hurt her, she trusted him implicitly with her life and her safety and she never would have judged you for choosing to love her differently when she's all grown up, an adult in her mid twenties. You are lusting after me ..I'm not that child you knew, i have grown in every possible way and you're attracted to that part of me..but you have always cared about me..all parts of me”

Tears slipped down his eyes so you wiped them with your thumbs before you kissed his forehead, always wanted to do that and it felt as satisfactory as you thought it would.

"Also..that twelve year old me would be screaming right now if she could see this" he chuckled as you said that but then his smile faded again.

“You're so young my darling pixie. I don't want to be a mistake you'd regret all your life or be something that ends up holding you back. You have so much potential and a bright future ahead of you, and I want to make sure you're able to reach it." The words slipped from his mouth with an almost paternal affection, and you could hear the genuine concern in his voice. He truly did not want to be the cause of any harm or regret in your life - he wanted the best for you even if it meant he'd have to suffocate his own feelings.

“Even if it turns out to be a mistake you should know I'd never ever feel regret for you..” you said to him so he placed his fingers on your chin and made you look him in the eyes.

“Time is going to catch up with me..I'd only get older and less attractive..you'd not even be the age i am currently when I'm already hitting sixty” he said to you but it only made you smile.

“Is that supposed to discourage me because you have only gotten sexier with age so far”

“Mmmmhmm? You are going to lie and tell me that I look better now when I'm all pudgy then I did before when I had visible abs?” his voice was playful but you could tell he was insecure.

“You have no idea how badly I want to snuggle against you and this thick body of yours right now”

He gulped in nervousness as you said that and then his cheeks flushed. Everytime Stella cheated on him, the men she chose were always shredded and jacked, so he killed himself everyday to look the same but he had given up now, he didn't have to impress her and he certainly didn't need to impress you..you were willing to take him as he was.

He cupped your cheeks and his fingers brushed over lips, eyes looked at you as if you were the best thing in the world.

“Besides, it's not just your body I'm attracted to ..it's you ..all of you Uncle..your age is the last thing I think of when I am thinking about you” You squeezed your eyes as the word uncle slipped your mouth, force of habit you feared.

“That's so dirty”

“What is?”

“You calling me that when you're dressed so immodestly and straddling me like that” he murmured against your mouth, voice barely audible.

“Godd are you going to kiss me or not”

“Patience sweetheart..”

“I have been patient enough” you leaned into him so he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you away from his lips,

“Mmhm? Have you been a good girl?”

“So good.. uncle” you said it on purpose this time because he seemed to enjoy it, the hard on was a clear indication.

“I must be a complete degenerate to get turned on by that” he whispered as he kissed the corner of your mouth, being as teasing as he could be.

“I don't mind that at all”

“Ofcourse you don't..you were always a naughty girl”

Your breath hitched in your chest as he talked down to you. God you really didn't want to be patient, you just wanted him to take you in his bed right now

“Worry not though, I'll make sure you never step out of line without my permission.”

And you were a goner.

None of your antics worked on him because he made you get off his lap and sent you back to your room soon after that, you got to keep the shirt of his that you were going to snuggle around with until it would lose his essence.

That night, after three months of torture Daemon finally had the luxury of jerking off to your thoughts, the way that silk night dress clung to your voluptuous body but left a mystery enough for his imagination and how you were so desperate to be played with was all he needed to pump his hard and swollen cock into his fist. The truth of the situation that you were his supposed niece turned him on even more even though it shouldn't.

He pictured your sweet face moaning and groaning underneath him, chanting his name like a prayer and it didn't take much as he combusted and painted his torso with thick spurts of his release.

Lord, how was he going to keep you away from him? Leave you so untouched when you were so desperate to give into him?

He was being a tease, he wanted to keep you on the edge you figured and you just wanted to give him whatever he desired. The conversation he had with you had made you realize that he was so unappreciated so you were going to appreciate the heck out of him, worship him the way a man like him deserved to be worshiped.

You were going to make him realize why you are the only woman he'd ever need in his life again.

Next day at the office you pretended to be the good girl he wanted you to be, especially in public and more importantly in the workplace..you had to be extremely careful, there was a sense of taboo attached to your relationship and you understood that well, you also knew that whenever this thing would go out in public he'd be the only one to take the hit for it, he'd be blamed and shamed for corrupting you but you won't let him take the fall all alone..you'd be there for him.

“Your father is sending me on a business trip to Japan” he said to you as he placed some documents in his briefcase, it was 5 pm so you no longer had to pretend that he was just your boss .

“Whatttt? For how long?” You asked him hurriedly so he sighed.

“Four days, could be five” he answered you and he could see how sullen you looked all of a sudden. Did you really need him around you that much? Were you always going to be so needy for him? He didn't really mind that, it has been a while since he had wanted to spoil someone so badly.

“Ohhhh umm.. okay uhhh okay” you mumbled in your mouth as you jumped up to sit down on his desk. You felt saddened that he would be gone for four days and you won't get to touch him, or bask in his scent, you really were obsessed with him.

He smiled as he walked around the desk to stand tall in front of you and placed his hands on your thighs to pull you closer to the edge of the desk and into his body, the sudden action had turned you on immensely. His hands caressed your thighs before they trailed up to your bosom for a brief moment and then he brought them up until he had your cheeks between his palms.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” He whispered against your mouth and you had to remember to breathe because you were definitely going to pass out from how wrecked your nerves were at the moment.

“Mmmm please” your voice came out all whiny and it made him smile.

“Or i should take you home and kiss you in my bed while you're underneath me love” he whispered against your mouth and your whole body shuddered, even he was able to feel you trembling.

“Ohhh God yess…that..i want that”

“Greedy” he mumbled as he kissed the tip of your nose.

“Tease” you quickly replied and that made him smirk “I'd miss you.. alot..you're going to come back right?” Your eyes teared up so he placed his forehead down on yours, an action that felt very familiar to you.

“Come back To you..for you? Absolutely” he kissed your forehead before he suddenly pulled away from you.

“Oh I forgot to tell you something” he mumbled as he grabbed his briefcase from the desk so you stepped down as well as he was going to drop you back home.

“What is it?” you asked him as you grabbed your purse

“Your father wants me to take my only intern slash assistant on this trip with me..you know for learning purposes”

The scream of excitement that you let out was deafening, he was lucky his cabin was soundproofed.

Sure taking this thing slow was his idea but he had a feeling he'd be the first one to break that rule as he finds himself with you all alone on this trip in a foreign place where he didn't have to pretend to be your Uncle.

❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Note: Hope this wasn't disappointing 😂 plenty of stuff to come..

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#daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x female reader #daemon Targaryen x reader smut #daemon targaryen x reader fluff #daemon targaryen x reader angst #non canon au #modern day au #modern daemon targaryen #age gap relationship

[bardicious]

Sudden thought, I wonder if Erik is actually not aware of Charles’ limitations. Erik meets Charles as the latter jumps into the ocean to save him. Charles is calm all through out. Seemingly not afraid to sacrifice OR knows he will not need to sacrifice anything to meet Erik down below.

Charles tells Erik he knows everything about him. To some extent maybe, but not really. Charles gets the gist of people around him. Goes in enough to know who’s a threat, who can be trusted, but he asks Erik’s permission in finding that sweet memory of Erik and his mom. Charles didn’t know about it beforehand.

Erik didn’t even think Charles would feel Shaw’s death, nor the people on the boats. He assumes Charles has the option to not feel it, presumably. Or doesn’t know how bad it could be.

Erik leaves Charles on the beach before Charles learns he can’t feel his legs, he doesn’t see Charles’ breakdown and Charles keeps himself together admirably beforehand. Reigning in what must be extreme amounts of pain.

When Erik sees Charles again, Erik presumes that Charles could and would use his powers on Erik, stop him whenever he wants, because they’re enemies now. When he realizes Charles can’t do that, it is still unfathomable to him. And on the plane it all suddenly makes sense. Charles valued his ability to walk more than his powers, Charles chose to remove his powers. Charles abandoned them all to pretend at being normal.

Not for a second does Erik believe Charles is anything but all put together, all knowing. Presumably naive, Erik knows better how cruel the world is. Has experienced real hardship while Charles, as much as Erik loves him, lived a pampered one. It makes sense to Erik that Charles would pick being human.

Not once does Erik think Charles may have been abused by a step father and a step brother. Suffered an alcoholic mother who possibly drank herself to death long before 1962. Charles simply doesn’t say anything and quite honestly prefers to move on from them, because they don’t matter. Raven and Erik matter tho. His little team of mutants mattered, and every single one he’s met at first year of school and through cerebro matter.

Charles is strong enough to help the mutants in need, guide them, and if he were just willing to see Erik’s point of view, fight the good fight against the humans. Because Charles doesn’t make mistakes, Charles doesn’t have failures, but he fails the rest of them.

Charles, unfortunately, isn’t seen as a fallible person to even Erik. More akin to a god, that Erik needs to protect his mind from, because otherwise, his god will exact judgment and punishment. Take his free will away from him because Erik has disobeyed him. To Erik, while Charles and him are equals, both god figures in their own right, with his helmet he levels out a playing field Charles doesn’t even see.

Of course, this is not unlike everyone else in Charles’ life, though where Erik sees a godly figure, everyone else sees Charles as a parent figure, placing him on a similar high pedestal. Seemingly everyone will tend to ignore Charles’ possible emotional instability or fallibility, the way a child might expect their parent to be all knowing. Charles’ wrongs become grander because surely he knows better. So why did Charles’ let this, whatever this is, happen?

#X-men #cherik #X-men first class #x men: days of future past #x men apocalypse #xmen dark phoenix #charles xavier #erik lensherr #basically everyone is up their own ass when it comes to Charles #like damn hoes - mutant and proud my ass #only convenient when it’s not a scary telepath huh? #also insane cause like Charles has only ever skimmed people’s thoughts #though granted - he has frozen people and easily incapacitates enemies #I’m not gonna think too hard about how Charles could have stopped like all the hellfire club except for Shaw #lmao it’s honestly hard to write things for all powerful characters #maybe he couldn’t control that many people tho? #and Shaw was for sure hard to keep frozen #so there’s lots of limitations we’re not privy to either #anyway - Charles got screwed with some stank ass family and friends #like these hoes are so self absorbed omg #can’t convince Charles isn’t a fuckin saint #(I DO NOT SEE YOU DARK PHOENIX YOU ARE LITERALLY THE WORST)

[adelilyy]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

thought of this a few days ago, but it really struck me how ray always seems to be asking for punishment. he has asked sand multiple times to yell, curse, hit, well, overall, just hurt him. and oh.

isn’t ray the perfect exemple of self-destructive behaviour? we've clearly seen his twisted relationship with alcohol and drugs, but now, i feel like it might even be portrayed in his constant demand for harmful gestures. imo, that boy sees life as a wicked two way highway: you do bad stuff in order to forget and erase bad stuff. you destroy yourself slowly. get numb. he gets rejected, he drinks. he can't forget about his crush, he gets high. his friend group is going to hell (him included), there goes the vodka bottle!

but asking for sand to hurt him is another one of his self destructive behaviours. oh, i know i did really bad stuff earlier, shouldn't have ran away like a dumbass because his royal saint mew called, sooooo... hit me.

please please please.

he's basically giving himself away just for sand to forgive him, but not in a normal, typical way. let's be real, in this kind of situation, most people would want to avoid getting yelled at, hit, or whatever it is that ray wants so much. no? isn't that the whole purpose of apologizing and talking it through with the person? to minimize the damage, and stay safe and sound?

but ray remains ray.

it's like he actually wouldn't give a flying fuck if sand raised a hand on him. surprised, probably, he might've been. but, honestly, don't think he would've been hurt. (hey, he hurt me, but damage is repaired! don't care if i'm bleeding or if i have a bruise the size of a tennis ball on my ribcage!!!!!!!!!!!!!) it's as if he thinks so lowly of himself that he doesn't even deem necessary to talk it through or apologize properly in the first place (he does do that, but quickly jumps onto the yell at me part) , he wants to be hurt.

look, we all know how low ray's self-esteem is. he doesn't think of himself as useful, outside the monetary aspect of his lifestyle. if he lends money, then, he is useful. he is no longer a burden! (i will jump every single person who called him that)

not growing up with present and loving parent figures, how could it even help his case? that man is simply not used to building healthy relationships from a young age, so why can't he ask to be hurt in exchange for forgiveness. what the fuck is talking and what does it solve.

i only know that bad and bad cancel each other, and the equation is solved.

because he deserves it. a worthless pitiful alcoholic without a mom. don't i deserve it? i've been there before. hit me and then, maybe, you'll feel better when i'm brought to the ground. and maybe, maybe, forgive me?

:(((

#only friends the series #ray #sandray #only friends episode 8 #sand #thai bl #thai drama #character analysis #damn ray needs to be shown some real love cause baby wtf is this #sand im counting on u ? #i love only friends #i think sand and ray are perfect for each other #i will die with this ship #AHHHHH

[anime-simp-0]

random bakugo headcanon

honestly, this is just gonna be a spam of random headcanons i have about mr.blasty <3

he gets startled really easily in the mornings when he's still groggy

he likes cinnamon

he hates loud noises because they trigger his fight response from living with his mom

sometimes when people are really energetic around him (like mina with her jumping and arm swinging) he'll flinch out of instinct

he listens to his music at full blast because it was the only way to block out his moms screaming and now it's turned into a coping mechanism where if it isn't at full blast, it doesn't relax him because instead he zeros in on everything else around him instead of blocking it out

he has on more than one occasion sent mineta to recovery girl for making pervy comments about the girls

he has a good handful of burns across his body (especially on his arms, legs and back) from anxiety/panic attacks where he would hold himself to calm down but his quirk would go off because he would sweat so much and it scarred him. not terribly but if you really look you can see the slight discoloration on his skin

the inside of his closet door in the dorms has some of his all might merch on it like a collage

he started unintentionally changing his recipes after living in the dorms so everyone could eat it (changing herbs for people that were sensitive to them, dialing back the spice, etc.)

he refuses to drink alcohol because "it tastes like shit". but its actually because he doesn't know how it would react with him quirk and he would rather not risk it

let me know if i should do more!

#bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero acedamia #my hero academia #mha angst #mha fluff #mha hcs #bnha headcannons #bakugo fluff #bakugo angst #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugou #bakugo hcs #bakugo headcanons #mha kacchan #mha katsuki #bakugo katuski #katsuki bakugo mha #katsuki <3 #katsuki #katsukibakugou #katsuki headcanons #bnha headcanons

[miss-inkwell]

Oh. My. God. This was amazing I am shook it finally happened they finally kissed and I have so many thoughts from start to finish it was so good. First off we have Amber and Gregory not being on the same page again. I feel like no matter what he does Gregory wouldn’t make Amber happy they’re two very different people. Amber is a mom who’s very materialistic but also wants to relax with fancy things which is fine while Gregory loves to plan. I was honestly glad she dumped him because they both deserve better and Janine and Gregory deserve to be together.

So the conference wow there’s a lot here first off Janine trying to make Gregory feel better from the jump is adorable. It showcases how much she cares about him and wants him to get over this breakup.

I loved how they were able to let loose and get a little drunk. I love that she accepts that he’s a weirdo and she means that in a good way. They’re both weirdos and how she said that people should be be with people who like them as they are. My heart melted when she complimented him and he said “don’t sleep on Janine either” they’re two weirdos who don’t really fit in with other people sometimes but fit in with each other.

Honestly this whole episode just proves that they love each other exactly as they are goofy, corny weirdos who love to teach.

Now we get to the best part of the episode when they go to the flower classroom. It’s not just romantic because there’s flowers everywhere it’s romantic because it’s very Janine and it fits Gregory too. It’s part of what she loves about being a teacher the growth of watching her students (not to mention how her personal growth is blooming). Gregory gets it too he’s been falling back in love with gardening when he got to Abbott and he’s really grown into his own and not as much under his father’s control (but he has that growth to do too. These light confessions and heart eyes just showcase so much about them I love it!

A bit tipsy or not they were both deeply into each other at this point and the flowers, confession and everything just circulated. Gregory couldn’t take it anymore her general self entrapped him so he kissed her and she did not back away at all. I loved the silence as she just let him kiss her. The slow drop of the flower and her pulling his lanyard?! She wants all of him and she’s wanted it for a while. The kiss was so soft and passionate I loved it!!! It’s about time! I definitely believe that if they didn’t hear someone coming in they might have kept kissing and possibly confessed their feelings but I’m kinda glad they didn’t so they could keep the slow burn going. It’s still a slow burn even though they kissed because they’re not together. The inevitable happened and they said it was a nothing and due to the alcohol we all know better they both felt it and they will kiss again. When will they kiss again? I say they get together season 4 or 5 to let it stretch out despite how long it will be.

I think my fav thing about this kiss was the layers to it not just the flowers and the teaching but the fact that they knell down and they’re level for once was perfect! What’s next for them? In my opinion a whole lot of pining, personal growth, shared moments and shared looks. We’re in for a ride and I can’t wait I feel like I should say more but I can’t think of anything else so tell me what you think! We won you guys!

#abbott elementary spoilers #abbott elementary #astral blogs #janine teagues #gregory eddie #episode thoughts #gregine #jagory #teddie #janine x gregory

[juancarlos-ortiz]

Marked for Carnage - Chapter 2 (Juice Ortiz x OC Fic)

Marked for Carnage Masterlist

A/N: My apologies for the lateness between uploads! I am hoping to upload 1 chapter a week at the least but I am a mum to 2 young ones and uni has just gone back so I'm trying to find time when I can. This is probably going to be a slight slowburn for Juice and Ronnie so hopefully people are into that! Also wanted to state that this series will include swearing, alcohol and drug use, violence, death and potentially smutty scenes. This is 18+ please do not read or interact if you are under 18. I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 2929 words

Juice frowned as he exited the clubhouse, making his way across to the garage. He had just told his brothers that his insider at city hall had told him about Hale having a warrant to search their warehouse. The warehouse that was very much blown to pieces and currently still holding the burnt bodies of two women. It had soured everyone's mood, being an issue that no one wanted to deal with right now. He slowed his steps down, a smile flashing across his face, and his mood lifting immediately as he spotted his mystery girl from the hospital a couple of days ago walking up the driveway towards the garage. Changing his direction, Juice walked into the office through the garage, hoping he was the only one there and that he could catch her on her own. To his delight, the office was empty. He rested against the front of the desk, crossing his arms - maybe or maybe not flexing them a little more than usual - and waited for her to enter.

Ronnie knocked on the office door and pushed it open when a husky voice told her to come in. To her surprise, she was greeted by the man who had called out to her at the hospital about her tattoos. Her stomach flipped as she took him in, that bright dazzling smile, and shoulders and arms pushing against the fabric of his black tshirt snugly. His choice of haircut was different, and if it was on anyone else she might roll her eyes at it, but coupled with his tattoos and the cut he wore, she decided it suited him. And she kind of liked it. "Hi," she smiled. "Hey," he grinned back. Suddenly Ronnie scrambled trying to piece together a sentence before the silence got too awkward. "My car," she blurted. He raised an eyebrow and smirked. Ronnie huffed a laugh and continued explaining. "My car… I need to pick it up. It's here. Because it’s a piece of shit," she concluded, throwing her hands up in a shrug.

Juice laughed as the woman in front of him shuffled from foot to foot, cracking her knuckles. He thought it might be too presumptuous to conclude that it was him making her nervous, but he seriously hoped it was. "Yeah sure, which car?" he asked, already knowing she drove the black Toyota but not wanting to come across as some kind of creep. She scanned through the window out to the lot, pointing at the car he had seen her drive. Juice nodded and began to look through the key case for her keys, not having any luck. "They must still be in the workshop," he explained. "I'll be right back."

Ronnie watched him walk out the door and took a seat on the small sofa near the door. Suddenly the door burst open, making her jump. "Veronica Winston," Gemma Teller smiled down at her from where she stood in the doorway. Ronnie stood and stepped into the woman's open arms, closing her eyes. "Hey Gemma," she sighed. Gemma had been the closest thing she had to a mother after her parents divorced and her mom left with Opie. She had gotten her through her teenage years pretty much up until Ronnie left town. Gemma pulled away, holding her at arms length. Then she pulled a hand back and slapped Ronnie lightly on the shoulder. "Why didn’t you tell me you were back in town, you little shit," she griped. Ronnie sighed, looking at the floor. "Was real difficult to even come back Gemma," she admitted. "Guess I just wanted to do things slowly. Not make a big deal out of it."

Juice stood at the door into the office, keys in his hand. He had seen through the window Gemma embracing the girl and them speaking as though they knew each other quite well. This was certainly intriguing. He had never seen her around but it seemed that maybe she wasn't a complete stranger to Charming. Gemma opened the door, stopping in her tracks when she saw Juice so close by. "You eavesdropping, Juice?" she asked, in her most "try me" Gemma way possible. Juice shook his head, holding the keys to the toyota up in exclamation. "Just giving these back to their owner," he pointed to the open door. Moving past Gemma, he passed the keys over to the woman, smiling when their hands touched. Her skin seemed soft, even in that fleeting moment.

After paying, Ronnie exited the office, surprised that Juice followed her out. "So," she said as they walked towards her car. "Juice?" He smiled, scratching the back of his neck as they continued to walk. "Yeah it's uh, not really a long or interesting story but. Just kind of stuck," he shrugged. Ronnie laughed softly and slowed her walking, coming to a stop and facing the man. "I'm Veronica," she stated holding her hand out to him. Juice stared at her hand before grasping it in his. It was rough, calloused no doubt from riding and working in the garage, warm against her palm. "But everyone calls me Ronnie." Juice smiled, nearly knocking the breath from her. Jesus Christ, she had hardly met the guy but he was doing a number on her. "Ronnie," he said her name as if he was testing it out on his tongue, his voice making the hair on her arms stand on end. "Nice to meet you Ronnie," he smirked and began to back away in the direction of the clubhouse. "See you around maybe?" he asked. Ronnie smiled as she made her way to her car, calling over. "That would be nice." As she reached her car she looked over to the club house, double taking when she noticed her brother sitting at a table there, glowering at her. She waved at him, rolling her eyes when he only continued to glare, sending a seething look in Juice's direction as well.

Juice smiled as he watched Ronnie getting into her car, his eyes lingering on the curves of her body that seemed to fit snug in her jeans and her soft arms exposed by the tshirt she had tucked into them - completely oblivious to Opie's death stare directed at him from where he sat. "What was that about?" he asked Juice. Juice jumped, turning to face Opie. "What do you mean?" Opie nodded his head towards where Ronnie's car had been parked, now gone. "Was just helping out a customer," Juice explained. Opie scowled at him before getting up and heading into the clubhouse where Clay was calling for Chapel. Juice stood staring at the seat that Opie had vacated in confusion. Did he know Ronnie? He hoped for his sake that that wasn't the case, and that someone had just pissed in Opie's proverbial cereal this morning and that’s why he was in a bad mood. He was into this girl. God, he wasn't looking for marriage and a mortgage - but she was beautiful, and new and exciting. Maybe they could have some fun together.

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Later that night, Ronnie placed the pizza boxes down on the bench, pulling out two plates and loading them up. She took them to the living room where she handed one to her father and took a seat on the couch next to him. Piney pursed his lips and placed the plate on the table in front of him. Ronnie rolled her eyes. "Dad, you need to eat something. Even if it is shitty pizza," she said. Piney grunted, patting the bottle of tequila at his side as if that would fill him just fine. "God your liver must be screaming," Ronnie mumbled, tearing into her first slice. "You can hardly talk," Piney stated. "Not one fresh fruit or vegetable in that fridge. And microwave boxes in your trash," he pulled a cigarette out from his cut, rolling it under his nose. "Should cook yourself some real food." Ronnie huffed and put her plate down next to her fathers.

"I grew up with you remember," she muttered. "Didn’t teach me shit." Her father snorted a laugh. "Gemma was always there. You know she would have loved to be the one to teach you. She's a better cook than your mom." Ronnie smacked her fathers shoulder. "No way was I stepping in that kitchen with Gemma," she replied. "One fuck up and she would probably cut one of my fingers off. Use them as sausages or something." She wiggled her fingers in front of her, a frown on her face. Piney smiled at his daughter. Yeah, she had been mostly vacant from his life for nearly ten years but he still couldn’t believe how much she seemed to have changed. She had been a scrappy little thing when she was in high school. All elbows and knees, her face always painted heavily with makeup. She tended to roll with the rougher kids, always wanting to be as tough as her older brother. She was always trying to follow Opie and Jax around, get in with their crew of friends but the boys wouldn’t have it. So she made her own connections, which had unfortunately led to her nearly disappearing from their lives entirely. Now, Piney took her in as she sat on the couch with him. She was filled out these days, and her face was soft and kind. She reminded him of her mother in that respect. She had grown her hair out a lot longer than she ever did in school, the brown tresses falling to her waist.

"You seem like you’re doing ok back in Charming, sweetheart," Piney remarked. Ronnie turned to him with a raised brow. "You making any friends?" he asked. "Meet any… guys." He didn't even try to hide the distasteful frown on his face as the question came out of his mouth. "Jesus Christ, dad," Ronnie uttered. "You really gonna try and give me the talk? I'm 28, and - despite trying to scrub it from memory - we stumbled through that nearly 12 years ago." Piney waved her off. "Not talkin' about that. Just want to make sure you're getting' out. Being social. I don't think having your father as your only friend is very… 'cool' these days." Ronnie smiled and nudged her father with her shoulder. "Going soft on me, old man?" she joked. "Don’t worry dad, I'll try to get out more. But," she laid her head on his shoulder. "I love spending time with you. Don’t care if its cool or not."

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Ronnie pulled her SUV into the Teller Morrow parking lot. Her father had polished off his bottle of tequila, and despite his arguments that he had made the trip plenty of times before, she refused to let him drive himself back. She had seen the results of MVAs involving alcohol and wouldn’t let that happen to her father or anyone he crossed paths with, even if the trip was short. She got out of the car and made her way around the car to help Piney. He waved her off as he got out of the passenger side. "I got it, I got it," he grunted. She helped him anyway, putting herself under his arm in support. Slowly they walked towards the clubhouse.

"Wow," Ronnie breathed as they walked in. "It's just like I remembered. But smaller somehow." She helped Piney to the bar, her arms out to steady him as he got himself seated on a stool. "Shouldn’t have bought you here as much as I did," he sniffed. Ronnie shrugged, making her way over to the wall filled with mugshots. She spotted her father easily enough, and Opie and Jax. Her smiled widened when she spotted Juice's face on the wall. His hair was grown out of the mohawk but still buzzed close, his mouth pulled tight and soft eyes staring down the camera. She felt as though she could tell he was overdoing it - that the tough guy thing wasn't 100% him. "Member's kids are always hanging around here," she reminded Piney. "Don’t matter. Still shouldn't have done it. Would have been better off if you went with Ope and your mother," Piney reached for the bottle of tequila that had been left out on the bar.

"Pops," Ronnie sighed, running a hand through her hair. "We are not having this conversation right now. I wanted to stay here. It was my choice and you and mum let me make it. End of story." Piney just scowled and knocked back a sip from the bottle. "You gonna be ok if I head out?" she asked him. He nodded and held his arm out to his daughter. She stepped into him, giving him a brief hug. "Not my first night at this bar, sweetheart." She smiled and bid him farewell. "Hey, one last thing," Piney called after her. She spun around to face him. "Your brother, he came to me today. He's," Piney waved the bottle around slowly. "Having some… money… issues." Ronnie sighed and tilted her head. "If he wanted my help dad, he would have come to me. You know what he's like. Will be too stubborn and proud if I go to him first." "He's your brother," Piney pointed the bottle at her. "Put that shit aside and help him if you can."

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Juice walked beside the Prospect through the parking lot to the clubhouse. Jax and Chibs had already jumped on their bikes and taken off. Today and tonight had been hard work, with them pulling off the fake shootout to keep Hale off their backs about the warehouse. He needed a beer, a shower and a croweater if any were around. "That shit was crazy," Half-Sack chortled, his excitement from the night seeming to last a lot longer than Juice's. "See how we were all lined up and just," Sack held his hand up in the shape of a gun. "Bap, bap, bapbapbap. Straight into that dude!" Juice rolled his eyes. "The guy was already dead," he laughed. Half-Sack dropped his hand to his side, offence flashing across his face. "Don’t rain on my parade man, that's the most action I've gotten in months!" Juice raised an eyebrow at him. "I mean," Sack scratched the back of his head. "Not like that… I get action. I mean I have before. But that's not what I meant!" Juice laughed as the Prospect fumbled.

They neared the entrance to the clubhouse when suddenly a woman walked out. Juice was surprised to find it was Ronnie. She yelped when she spotted them, holding her hand to her chest. "You okay?" Juice heard Piney yell from inside the clubhouse. "Yeah, I'm good," she yelled back. His confusion increased. What was she doing at the clubhouse this late ? Did she know Piney? He had seen her closeness to Gemma earlier. Was she more ingrained with the Son's than he realised? "Sorry, we didn’t mean to scare you," Half Sack said, smiling a little too friendlier at her than Juice liked. Ain't no way someone else was pushing up on her before he did, let alone Half-Sack. "Get inside Prospect," he snapped. Sack groaned and followed his orders.

"What are you doing here?" Juice asked. Ronnie looked taken aback at his question. "Dropping someone off," she pointed over her shoulder. "Why? You don’t like bumpin' into me Juice?" she asked, the smirk on her face heating his blood. Jesus Christ, what was she doing to him? He felt like he was 17 all over again and had no control over his body. "Actually," he began, taking a step toward her. Her eyes widened for a second before she tried to play it cool, making Juice smirk this time. "I've been hoping to bump into you since this morning," he admitted. She turned her head, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Juice eyed the movement. "Really?" she asked, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Yeah," he nodded. "You forgot to tip me." Ronnie's eyebrows furrowed, her lips pursing in confusion. "Tip you?"

"Mhm," he nodded. "For my outstanding service, getting your keys located for you and all that." Ronnie laughed, and Juice's heart did a funny thump in his chest. "My bad," she smiled. "And what kind of tip are you after, Juice?" she asked, her warm eyes cutting into his. Avoiding making an inuendo - although tempting - he answered. "Your number would be a good start." Ronnie huffed a smiled and laughed again, holding her hand out to him. "Gimme your phone then." She typed her number into the new contact page and handed it back to him. She walked past him towards her car, her shoulder brushing his and her scent filling his nostrils. Sweet like vanilla but also a little woody. Whatever it was he decided it was his new favourite smell. "Better put it good use, Juice," she said over her shoulder. Juice smiled, holding his phone to his chest as he watched her drive out of the parking lot. But his smile fell when he remembered how strange it seemed to be for her to be here at this time of night. And who was she dropping off? Piney? Juice turned and headed into the clubhouse in search of that beer and shower. He didn’t give a shit about finding a croweater anymore. He needed to find answers.

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[sergeantsporks]

Hexside University’s Falling Down

CW for: Depictions of abuse, emetophobia, alcohol, panic attacks, victim blaming, gaslighting.

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“Guess who got a court summons?” Willow sang, plunking an envelope down on Eda’s nightstand.

Luz’s back straightened. “You did?! For Hunter’s case? That’s amazing!”

Eda grinned from her hospital bed. “Remind me to send Darius some thank you chocolate.”

“Don’t thank him yet,” Amity’s voice grumbled from the doorway.

Luz jumped up, grabbing her around the waist and swinging her in a circle. “Amity! You’re free!”

Amity kissed her cheek, then waved an envelope of her own. “My parents wanted me to reject jury duty since I’m a student. Buuuuuuuut I said yes, so they had to let me out. Legally.”

“You’ve got one, too? Great!”

“Not so fast. This means I can’t testify, so while it’s great for the vote, it’s not great for your evidence pile. My parents both got summons as well. So did Terra Snapdragon, if my dad is to be believed. That’s one heavily in favor of Belos.” Amity shook her head. “You don’t need to convince Willow and I to vote in Hunter’s favor. And you’ll never convince Terra to vote for you.”

“Okay?”

“Luz, what I’m saying is to forget whatever your argument is. Two members of the jury are unequivocally for you. One member is for sure against. There are two members of the jury that aren’t set in stone who you actually need to convince to be on your side. And they’re not going to be swayed by evidence. They don’t care. You need to come up with a reason it will benefit them more to have Hunter taken away from Phillip than it will to stay in Phillip’s good graces.”

“But that’s…”

“I know. I know, Luz, I know we want to live in a world where people will just choose the right thing, but that is not how you win my parents over.”

Luz sat back down with a whump, her gut twisting. “I don’t have anything for that,” she whispered, “We don’t have anything to offer them.”

Amity sighed. “Look. You might, might be able to get my dad to do the right thing if you make a strong enough case. But it would have to be the best case in the world, or else he’s just going to go with whatever my mom says. And if you can’t convince her it’s in her best interests to help Hunter, then she’ll vote for Belos.”

Luz leaned forward. “Well, then. We’ll just have to make the best case in the world.”

Xxx

“You are not very good at holding up your end of bargains.”

Darius waved a bunch of flowers. “Do you want the get well soon bouquet or not?”

Eda crossed her arms. “Terra? And the Blights?”

“I included his team captain and the Blight girl, and do not even think about pretending that he and the Blight hate each other, if their parents every paid attention to them for more than three seconds, they’d realize very quickly that those two are best friends.”

“Still. Terra?! And Odalia and Alador?!”

“Give Alador a chance. No comment on Odalia.”

Eda threw her hands up. “Excuse me if I’m not pinning all of my hopes on your old high school flame growing a conscience after years of doing nothing to stand up to his wife!”

“Careful, Edalyn, you’ll rip out your stitches.”

“Ough.”

Darius set the flowers down on the night stand. “If I rigged the jury too far in Hunter’s favor, Phillip would just make some outrageous claim about a rigged jury. Which would be absolutely true, but this way, he’s got Terra. It comes down to the Blights, who CAN be convinced either way. It’s as fair a trial as you’re going to get.”

Eda sighed. “Yeah, okay, sure. Thanks. For getting Willow and Amity on the jury.”

Darius rolled a hand. “You never heard this, but you’re not the only one who wishes Phillip would get taken down a few pegs. Some of us just aren’t committing acts of eco terrorism and leaving a calling card.”

Eda blinked. “Wait, what?!”

Darius waved, heading for the door. “Hope your recovery goes well, Eda.”

“No, wait, you get back here and explain!”

“Bye.”

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Eda murmured, “Didn’t think it would be him of all people.”

Xxx

“I can’t do this.”

Luz twisted around to look at Hunter, who’d stopped dead in his tracks, pressing his arms to his stomach. “Hunter—”

“Luz, I can’t. It’s not going to work, it never does, and then he’ll just be worse.”

Luz hopped down the steps, taking his hands. “Hey. We’ve already got two fifths of the jury on our side. We only need to convince one more person.”

Hunter shook his head. “We have to convince Amity’s parents. They’re just as bad! They’re not going to vote against my uncle, that’ll mean Amity will be able to break away from them!”

“We’re going to change their minds,” Luz said fiercely, “We are going to kick up such a fuss, they won’t have any choice. And with the evidence we have? Even if we lose this case, everyone will know it’s from your uncle’s meddling. We are going to get you out of there. Trust me, Hunter.”

“I do,” he murmured, letting her pull him up the stairs of the courthouse, “It’s everyone else I don’t trust.”

There were more people here than Luz had expected. The derby team was there, of course. Dell gave her a thumbs up. Luz spotted a few professors, the twins. Lilith was in the corner, and Luz glowered at her for a moment before taking her place. Phillip leaned back in his seat to shoot Hunter a smile, and Hunter paled.

“He’s already got us,” Hunter whispered, “Look—he already knows he’s going to win somehow.”

“He’s trying to psyche you out,” Luz hissed back, “Just ignore him.”

Darius cleared his throat from the judge’s bench. “The court calls the case of Hunter Wittebane versus Phillip Wittebane. Hunter Wittebane, are you here?”

Luz nudged Hunter. “That’s you,” she whispered.

“Yes, your honor,” Hunter mumbled, twisting his hands.

“And Phillip Wittebane, are you here?”

“Present. Your honor.”

Darius’ lip curled slightly, but it was quickly smoothed over. “And are you ready to proceed today?”

“Yes,” Phillip and Hunter said in unison.

“And do you both intend to testify?”

“Yes, your honor,” Phillip said smoothly.

“What’s he gonna say?” Hunter hissed, “Luz—”

“Hunter. We’re going to do this. Okay?”

Hunter took a deep breath. “Okay.

“Hunter Wittebane?” Phillip pressed, “Do you intend to testify?”

“Yes, your honor.”

“You will need to be sworn, or affirmed.”

The clerk came around, and both Phillip and Hunter swore. Luz crossed her arms.

Like that’ll stop the slimy liar from twisting his words. She nudged Hunter. “You’re up.”

He gulped, moving up to the stand and sitting down. The chair squeaked, and he flushed bright red.

“You may proceed with your testimony.”

“Okay,” Hunter whispered, “Um. My name is Hunter Wittebane. I live with my uncle, Phillip Wittebane, and uh… the… the domestic violence incident happened… It happened January seventeenth, at—at eleven PM? Ish?”

Oh, not a great start.

“I… I was trying to leave the house, because…” Hunter gulped, glancing at Phillip.

No. No, don’t look at him.

“Beeeecause. My uncle was… intoxicated. And I… didn’t want to be in the house. And he tried to stop me, but I… I ran out. And I ran to a friend’s house, but I had to go back, because her parents didn’t want me there. And it was snowing, so I had to go back home with my uncle, and…” Hunter shuddered. “And… um.”

Deep breaths. Deep breaths, Hunter.

“Um, we started arguing, I said I didn’t want to be around, and… he…” Another shudder. “He pulled me back from the door, and he was yelling and…” Hunter drew in a long breath. “He hit me in the head with a bottle and knocked me down and kicked me while I was down,” he said in one long rush, “And then I… left. And I ran to one of the professor’s offices, and stayed there for the night.”

Hunter put his head in his hands, staring at the desk. After a moment, Darius cleared his throat. “Any further testimony?”

Hunter shook his head. “That’s it. I just… I just want a protective order. I want to… that’s it. It’s… this wasn’t the first time, and it won’t be the last, and I…” Hunter took a deep breath. “I’m done.”

Darius nodded. “Phillip Wittebane, any questions?”

Phillip’s lawyer got up. “If this occurred, why didn’t you go to the police?”

“What?” Hunter whispered.

“Why didn’t you go to the police? For record, to take pictures, proof?”

“I—they wouldn’t listen, they never do, I’ve tried, I tried, I—”

Luz stood. “We submitted claims Hunter filed multiple times that never made it anywhere. They’re in evidence.”

“So the police never found the case to have any truth?”

“They dismissed it—”

“Which means they didn’t think there was a case. Multiple claims filed with no follow through is evidence that Hunter Wittebane has cried wolf before.”

“What?!”

Hunter shook his head. “I didn’t, I—I’m not lying, I swore the oath, I—”

“No one’s accusing you of perjury,” Darius piped up, “Just answer the questions, honestly, please. If there are any other questions?”

“No other questions.”

“And do you have any other evidence, Hunter?”

“We do,” Luz piped up, “We submitted a flash drive with video footage taken from the security cameras in the Wittebane home the night of the incident.”

Hunter startled, blinking at her. Luz winced. Vee had only managed to get it to her last minute, and she hadn’t found the time to tell him or go over it with him. Even she hadn’t seen it.

“It’s not pretty stuff,” Vee had warned her, “I hope you know what you’re asking for.”

Darius checked notes on his desk. “It’s still being processed. Anything else?”

“No.”

“You can leave the stand, then, Hunter. Phillip Wittebane, are you ready to give your testimony?”

Phillip stood up. “I am.”

His shoulder brushed Hunter’s as they passed each other, and Hunter shuddered, finally making his way back to Luz.

“You didn’t tell me we had video footage!” he hissed.

“I wasn’t sure if they’d accept it,” she whispered back, “I didn’t want to get your hopes up. Hey. You did good up there.”

“Didn’t feel like it.”

“You stated the facts, you got it out. That must’ve taken a lot.”

“Mr. Wittebane?”

Phillip cleared his throat. “On the night in question, Hunter did attempt to leave the house. He was visibly shaken, in the middle of an anxiety attack. Of course I didn’t want him going out in a distraught state, late at night. I worried for his health, so I tried to convince him to stay home, that he was not in his right mind. He ran out anyway. Obviously I contacted my friends, the Blights, to see if they knew where he was, and they said he’d gone to their house. I went to retrieve him, and he’d calmed down enough to realize it was time to go home.”

Hunter was shaking his head next to Luz, mouthing no, over and over again.

“He started having another panic attack as we got home, and, fearing he’d run off again and this time get hurt, or freeze out in the cold, I did pull him by force back to the house. He was rambling, not making any sense, trying to fight me. He slipped and hit his head on a coffee table. I’m sure between the panic attack and hitting his head, my attempts to get him to bed seemed like an assault, he shouldn’t be blamed for how he perceived the events of the night. And, of course, while I’m wounded he’d go so far as to drag his friends into a court case against me, I’m glad he does have friends he feels he can depend upon when he can’t depend upon me.”

Luz’s blood boiled, and her vision tunneled in on Belos.

“Do you have any questions for—”

Luz slammed her hands down on the table. “Oh, yeah, I’ve got a question for you. How dare you lie like that?! After your oath?!”

“Hey,” Darius said sharply.

“What about the shard of glass I pulled out of his head, huh?” Luz snarled, “Where does that fit into your story? The bruised and broken ribs? Huh? How do you explain those?”

Phillip stared her down, unflinching, nothing but calm in those blue eyes. “Hunter has a history of hurting himself.”

“I do not!” Hunter protested.

“And, may I ask, do you have any hospital records you’ve submitted as evidence documenting said injuries? No? Then I suggest you stop making ridiculous claims. Hunter has a very fragile mental and physical state, and he worked himself into a panic over nothing. He may have hurt himself in that panic, or deluded himself into thinking that I hurt him, but the fact remains that I have done nothing except try to help him.”

“You—” Luz growled.

“Miss Noceda, sit down,” Darius sighed, “If you start a fight, I’m going to ban you from the courtroom.” He pulled a computer up onto the desk. “Phillip Wittebane, if you have no further testimony, please step down.”

Phillip nodded gracefully, sweeping down from the stand and back to his seat.

“Now, the video evidence has gone through, I will play it for the jury.”

Luz sat back down in her seat with a whump, fuming. “How could he just lie like that?! In front of everyone?!”

“I’m not lying,” Hunter whispered desperately, tears forming in the corners of his eyes, “I’m not lying, I’m not mentally unstable, it’s not my fault I couldn’t get records or police investigations, I—”

“It’s okay, Hunter, I know. I know you’re telling the truth. They’re just trying to goad you into breaking down, that’s all it is.”

Hunter shook his head. “Luz, about the video, I… I don’t know if…”

“Hey. You’re telling the truth, right?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Then the video will just prove it.”

“But I—”

A projector bleeped on, and a black and white image of Hunter’s living room came on. There was Phillip, a bottle next to him, half empty. And then there was Hunter, tiptoeing past, casting nervous glances at his uncle as he crept towards the door.

Even though Luz knew what was going to happen, she still flinched when Phillip lunged upwards, seizing the back of Hunter’s coat. Hunter slipped out of it and ran out the door, the feed following to see him crunching and sliding his way through the snow. After a few moments, Phillip followed, getting into a car and driving after.

So far, so good. Nothing indicates Hunter was panicking, Phillip’s obviously had a little too much.

The video fast forwarded, and the car pulled back up. Phillip got out, slamming the door, and then going around the car, dragging Hunter towards the house by his ear. Hunter pulled away, but at a yank, followed Belos inside. The feed moved back to the living room, where Phillip finally let go of Hunter’s ear, shaking his head and going right back for his couch and his bottle. Hunter moved towards the door again, fumbling for the lock with hands that Luz could see were shaking even in the grainy footage.

Phillip’s head jerked up, and he stormed over, grabbing Hunter by the arm and dragging him away. Hunter pulled against him, and then Phillip swung the bottle in a crashing arc, slamming it into Hunter’s head with a yell. Luz put a hand to her mouth as the footage showed Hunter fall, holding his head. Phillip pulled his foot back, kicking Hunter in the face. The courtroom was completely silent, everyone’s eyes fixed on the video.

Hunter threw his arms over his face to protect himself, and Phillip switched tactics, his foot connecting solidly with Hunter’s chest. Hunter curled into a ball as the blows kept raining down, his arms clutched to his face and his hands over his head. He shuddered and twitched, his shoulders heaving.

The silence was broken by a loud retching noise, and Luz jumped. She didn’t know when Hunter had left her side, but he was hunched over a trashcan, his shoulders heaving. A sob tore out and echoed into the silent courtroom, and Luz jumped up, kneeling next to Hunter and putting a hand on his back. He retched again, his breaths quick and uneven, shuddering and gasping for breath as much as the Hunter in the footage. Luz looked up at Darius.

“Can we take a break?” she whispered, “Please?”

He nodded, still watching with wide eyes as the Phillip in the footage finally left Hunter alone. Luz helped the real Hunter up to his feet and guided him out of the room, everyone’s eyes fixed on them. In the footage, Hunter slowly uncurled, bruised and bloody, and limped to the door, scrambling barefoot into the snow and stumbling away out of sight.

Luz let the door slam shut behind her, and she hustled Hunter to a quiet hallway, where he finally sank down to the floor, his back to the wall. He clutched at his hair with a sob.

“Hunter, I…” Luz sighed. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry you had to relive that, I’m sorry you had to see it again, if it doesn’t convince them, then I…”

“Everyone saw,” he choked.

“What?”

He curled his knees to his chest, his shoulders hunched over. “Everyone saw,” he burst out in another sob, “Amity, and the team, and you, Uncle’s friends, they all saw.”

“Hunter, I…”

He heaved in a frantic gasp, rocking back and forth. “Everyone saw, they all saw, they all saw how pathetic I was, they all saw—they saw—” Another sob clawed out his throat. “They all saw how I didn’t do anything, I just sat there and took it, and they saw how he could make me come back, they saw how things are, they saw—they saw—” Another frantic gasp. “They saw—I just let it—and I didn’t go to the p-po—or the hospi-pi—and everyone saw it’s my f-fault for—for not-t—”

“Hunter?” Dell’s voice said quietly. Luz looked up at Eda’s father, gesturing helplessly towards Hunter.

“Everyone saw what a weak coward I was,” he burst out, his shoulders heaving with sobs, “I didn’t fight back, I didn’t try to escape, I just… I just let him hurt me, and—and—god, I’m such a cow-ow-oward-d-d! I can’t go back in there, L-Luz, I c-can’t-t.”

Dell knelt down next to Luz with a creak of his bones. “Hunter,” he said gently, “Look at me.”

Hunter’s face tilted up, his bloodshot eyes frantic and hopeful and despairing all at the same time.

“Listen to me. If that video showed anyone to be a weak and pathetic coward—” his voice broke into a snarl. “—it’s your uncle.”

Hunter sniffed, hiccupping.

Dell held out his hand. “You have been much stronger and much braver for longer than anyone—” Dell’s voice cracked. “—has ever had any right to ask you to be. You aren’t a coward for not fighting back, you’re… you’re a kid, and your guardian should never have been hurting you. And god, I wish that right now, right here, you didn’t have to be strong. And you didn’t have to be brave. And after this is all over, hopefully no one will ever ask that of you again. But just for one more hour, we need you to be strong. And we need you to be brave. And we just need you to hold on for just a little bit longer.”

Darius’ head poked into the hallway. “Noceda. A word.”

Luz got up and followed him to the side, leaving Hunter with Dell. “Yeah?”

Darius took a deep breath. “Look, I’m the judge. I’m supposed to be impartial, and I should not be talking to you or saying any of this, but god knows it’s all for show in this town anyway.”

“Huh?”

Darius jabbed a finger at her. “Win the damn case, Noceda. Win it.”

“That’s what I’m… trying to do?”

“I don’t care about trying. Do it.”

Xxx

Eda rustled through her purse, looking for her phone. “C’mon, Dad, you said you’d keep me updated,” she muttered. Her hand hit a hard box, and she pulled out that thing she’d taken from the archives. “Oh, man, I forgot about this,” she muttered, opening it up, “They have the video footage, they should have all the evidence, but…”

She scanned the paper, then smacked her hand against the nightstand table, making Darius’ “get well soon” bouquet wobble in its vase of water. “Mom. Mom, MOM!”

Gwen burst in. “What?! What, sweetheart?!”

“I need to go down to that trial!”

“Oh, Eda—no, you have to stay in the—”

“Mom, I need you to help me break out of the hospital.”

“It’s already in swing, it’s too late to submit new evidence.”

“Oh, to hell with evidence, we all know that doesn’t really matter in this case.” Eda waved the papers around. “This is what we need to get the Blights on our side.”

“I’ll drive.”

Xxx

“Has the jury reached a conclusion?”

Luz twisted to look at her friends. Amity scowled, and Willow gave her a little head shake. Hunter paled, and she gave his hand a squeeze.

“Your honor.”

“STOP! STOP, HOLD IT, PAUSE, REWIND! I OBJECT”

Luz jumped. “Eda?!”

“Oh, look, the get well soon bouquet worked,” Darius commented. “You can’t object, you’re not part of the court.”

Eda slammed her hand down on the gates. “Hunter’s dad left him everything.”

“Edalyn—”

“Phillip got control of everything UNTIL HUNTER TURNED EIGHTEEN. And then he was supposed to get everything that belonged to his dad. The house, half the company, it was supposed to be his once he turned eighteen.”

Hunter frowned. “That was… two years ago. I turned eighteen two years ago!”

“Phillip’s been controlling him, been keeping him on a tight leash while he applies to get control over Hunter’s finances through a conservatorship, Phillip doesn’t care about him, he just doesn’t want to lose control of everything, which he will if you convict him right here, right now, and let Hunter have what’s been his for two whole years.”

Odalia and Alador glanced at each other, and Odalia raised a hand. “Can the jury rethink?”

“That’s irrelevant to the case!” Phillip’s lawyer squawked, “It doesn’t affect anything! Whether or not the plaintiff is entitled to money has nothing to do with whether or not the defendant committed an act of domestic violence!”

No, but maybe… Luz stood up. “Before we close this, I want to call one more witness to the stand!” she yelped.

“What?! NO! You can’t—”

“Sure, call your witness,” Darius interrupted.

“But—”

“Shh. She gets to call her witness.”

Luz jabbed a finger at the corner. “I want to call Lilith Clawthorne for testimony!”

Lilith pointed one finger at herself. “Me?”

“Yeah. You.”

Please. You owe Phillip, you always say that’s the reason you don’t speak up. So if Hunter can get you out of that, if he can end the debt, if that’s no longer a factor, then please, tell the truth.

Lilith slunk up to the stand, swore the oath, then shrugged. “Regarding the incident of the case… I was not there. I went to find Hunter the next morning at Phillip’s request, and decided to leave him in the care of my sister. She wouldn’t let me see him, so I have no evidence to suggest or deny that he sustained injuries.”

“Yeah, yeah, can I question the witness? Right. Lilith, you’re the chief of police, you’ve been in the force for a while. Have you ever handled any of the reports Hunter’s made in the past?”

Lilith took a deep breath. “Yes. I handled all of them.”

“What?” Hunter whispered.

“What kind of investigation was done on them?”

Lilith lifted her chin, looking Phillip right in the eye. “None. Not a single step. At the request of Phillip Wittebane, they were all dropped before any investigation was made.”

“Oh? And can you describe Hunter’s physical state at the time?”

“There were bruises, cuts. Signs that should have been investigated but weren’t.”

“Why weren’t they investigated?”

Lilith took another deep breath, still locked in a glaring contest with Phillip. “I owe Phillip a lot of money. Student debt I wasn’t able to repay in time, loans I took out for my sister in my name. He promised to forgive some of that debt if I kept it under wraps. But in any other fair case, the claims should have been investigated. There was clear evidence.”

“Well, that’s all the evidence I need to hear to reconsider the vote,” Alador remarked, “If that’s alright with everyone else.”

Amity and Willow jumped up. So did Phillip’s lawyer. “That’s ridiculous! You’re going to take the word of a corrupt cop?!”

Lilith stared him down, steely cold. “That has nothing to do with the case at hand, as you were fond of saying about Hunter’s inheritance. I’m not on trial, here. You can try me for my crimes at a later date, but as of this moment, we are deciding a domestic violence case.”

The jury filed out, and Luz collapsed in the seat next to Hunter. “She did it,” Luz whispered, putting her head in her hands. “Oh, thank god. She did it.”

“Why?” Hunter mumbled, “Why start telling the truth now?”

Luz shook her head. “Hunter, if we win this case, we can nip Phillip’s conservatorship. You’re going to get what belongs to you, what your dad wanted you to have. He won’t have most of the grip he has, and when he does get out of jail, he won’t be able to just resume what he was up to before, because you’ll have control over it. She finally can tell the truth, and it will actually make a difference.”

I hope.

The jury filed back in, and Alador stepped up, handing a piece of paper to Darius. Darius’ face twitched into an almost smile before he smoothed it over.

“The court finds that in the case of Hunter Wittebane versus Phillip Wittebane, an act of domestic violence occurred on January seventeenth, and that the defendant, Phillip Wittebane, did cause bodily injury to the plaintiff. The court further finds that Phillip Wittebane has engaged in previous acts of domestic violence, and Phillip Wittebane will no longer be allowed contact with Hunter Wittebane under order of protection, as well as serving one year in prison for an act of domestic violence against a family member. Any violation of this order of protection could subject you to the contempt powers of the court, which could include being jailed, so I need the two of you to stay here while the orders are prepared and you each get a copy. Any questions?”

“No.”

Luz grabbed Hunter in a hug. “We did it! Hunter, we did it!”

He stared at the wall in a daze. “It’s over. We won. I…”

“You don’t have to see him again, Hunter!”

Tears bubbled up in the corners of his eyes, and he buried his head in her shoulder. “I don’t have to see him again. I don’t have to…” He sagged against her with a sob. “It’s over.”

Luz hugged him tighter, then let go and strode up to the stand, tapping the desk in front of Lilith. “Hey. Thanks. You’re going to go down for that, you know.”

“I suppose it’s about time. Don’t thank me, Luz, it doesn’t even BEGIN to repair the damage I’ve done. It was the bare minimum, and I should have done it years ago.”

“Still. You are for sure going to jail.”

“Mm.” Lilith chuckled darkly. “Maybe they’ll put me in the same prison as Phillip, and then Hunter won’t have to worry about him getting out and breaking the court order.”

Yikes.

Luz went back to Hunter, now crowded by the derby team, and Amity. Amity nudged his shoulder.

“Congratulations on striking gold, too. Hope you still want to hang out with the peasants.”

He gave her a tired smile. “Looks like those business classes will come in handy after all.” His legs wobbled, and he leaned on the desk for support. “Look, I… thanks. Thanks, for showing up. But I… I really want to crash somewhere.”

Amity wrapped one arm around him for support. “Yeah. Let’s get you home.”

Xxx

“Selling, huh?”

Hunter shrugged, leaning against her car. “I… don’t really want to stay in a great big giant empty house all on my own. Especially this house. I’m just gonna pack my stuff and go.”

“Go where?”

“Got an apartment lined up. Thinking about dorming when the next semester starts, always wanted that part of the college experience.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Dell said he’d take care of Flapjack if wherever I go doesn’t allow pets, but hopefully I can work around that. Gonna switch my major, too. Be nice to actually get a choice what I go into.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Man. You want something to drink, Luz? I kind of do.”

“Hunter.”

“Alright, goody-two-shoes. I’ll save it for when Amity and I are hanging out. Without you. Hey, wait, I have money now, I can get her an apartment and she won’t have to live with her parents anymore!”

“Well, aren’t you the fairy godmother now.”

He puffed out his chest. “With great power…” He deflated. “I was looking through all of Uncle’s… stuff. There are a lot of people he screwed over. I don’t even know where to start trying to fix it.”

Luz nudged him. “Hey. That’s not your job. I mean, I think it’s great that you want to help. But let’s take this one step at a time, huh? Like… maybe answering your friend’s texts.”

He went quiet, shrinking back.

“Hunter, the derby team is worried about you.”

“I know. I just…”

“They saw,” Luz finished softly, “Hunter, I know. But I promise they don’t think any worse of you.”

“I can’t stand the pity,” he mumbled, “I can’t look them in the eye, I…”

“It wasn’t your fault. I know, they saw you vulnerable, and that’s hard, and it can feel embarrassing, but they want to be your friends. They like you, they’re not just pitying you.”

“It’s just… let me sort it out, Luz? Please? I’ll text them back, I just… need some time.”

Luz nudged his shoulder again. “Hey. You won. You’ve got all the time in the world.”

#toh #the owl house #toh fanfiction #college au #abuse #emetophobia #victim blaming #gaslighting #alcohol #panic attack #my writing #toh hunter #hunter wittbane #luz noceda #darius deamonne #phillip wittebane

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unbreakable

six: the party

chapter summary: Kate decides to take a different approach to navigating Steve’s party. Steve worries about Kate, but he wants to be with Nancy more.

chapter warnings: language, alcohol use/intoxication, mentions of an alcoholic parent, steve is a bad friend, stancy

word count: 3.2k

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STEVE HAD TAKEN Kate to his house right after school.

This wasn't an unusual thing for either of them. The girl had actually stayed at his house many times before. This time, however, a sense of awkwardness hung in the air, just as it did before all of the parties he'd thrown: they both knew what was coming.

"I still don't quite understand why I have to be here," Kate said, not looking up from her math homework as "Uptown Girl" played in the background.

"Because you're my friend," Steve replied. She only glared at him in response. "Oh, come on, don't look at me like that. Look, it'll be fun. Promise. Besides, I need your support."

She sighed, shaking her head, but looked back down and continued her homework. 

"I know you love me," Steve said, watching her for her reaction. When she didn't reply, looking unfazed, he thought he'd change the subject. "Hey, my mom restocked the liquor cabinet the other day if you want anything. I know you don't normally drink, but—"

"Sure," Kate replied, not even looking up to him.

Steve gave her an unreadable expression, his heart skipping a beat. "Y–You sure?"

"Yep," she said, popping the "P." She still hadn't looked up from her homework.

His stomach churned at the thought of giving her a glass of wine, even if it was just wine—usually, Kate had been all right with not drinking. He thought that part of it was because of her dad's alcoholic streak, maybe because she liked watching him make a fool out of himself when she was sober, but he never bothered her about it, even if he thought it might help her become less anxious. Nonetheless, he always asked just in case, and most of the time, the answer was no unless they were at a party (and by party, that meant a real party). However, this time had seemed different. "You sure nothing's wrong?"

She shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm fine, just trying to enjoy myself. It's a party tonight, anyway, right?"

He shrugged in return—her answer hadn't made him feel any better. "Okay, I'll be back."

"No," she said, shaking her head and extending her arm out to him. "First, you're going to enjoy the art that is Billy Joel."

Steve smiled slightly, taking her hand and jumping around with her and singing quite terribly as they sang along to the sound on the radio. If someone would have peered into his room, they would have thought the two of them were the happiest and the most carefree people in the world.

Even if they both could put on a convincing façade to the rest of the world, it didn't stop him from worrying about her.

Kate, however, knew that if she tried hard enough, she could finally fall numb to the pain Steve caused her on nights like this one: the same pain she couldn't even begin to explain.

Kate, in her opinion, hadn't had too much to drink before Nancy and Barbara had arrived at Steve's.

Steve, however, had grown increasingly worried about her, about his Kathy. She had never asked him for more than two drinks in one night, but now, all of a sudden, she had asked for more than he could keep up with as the night progressed. If she were to ask him before she'd declined drinks for years (and before she hadn't gotten any more than an hour or so of sleep), it wouldn't have been near as questionable to him. However, as questionable as it might've been, he still didn't do anything to stop her.

As the alcohol slowly invaded her bloodstream, Kate felt the buzz within her. The buzz that only told her more, more. She didn't dare refuse, but she obeyed as she let the alcohol burn in her system like fuel. She finally understood why her father was an alcoholic: for once, he was able to finally feel something. For all those years, she never quite understood the fire that ignited once it entered your system. Now, though, she understood it, and she wasn't afraid of it in the slightest.

The party, for the most part, had been extremely uneventful for the time being.

Carol screamed as her boyfriend tried to throw her in the pool. "You're such an asshole, Tommy!"

Kate truly hadn't been paying attention to the group as a whole—she couldn't. Occasionally, she'd talk to Barb, but other than that, her focus had been taken from her. At that point, she'd lost count of how much alcohol she'd put in her system, but Steve had tried his best not to. Steve was certain his best friend was on her fifth beer of the night, but he had tried not to pay any attention to her, even though he'd been failing miserably. The night had been about finally getting Nancy, not babysitting Kate because she suddenly decided to get wasted. Even so, as the girl's state of well-being deteriorated exponentially, he could only watch as she drank more and more.

Barb looked over to Kate, who had seemed completely spaced out. "You okay?"

She nodded, but it was choppy, not as gentle as the movement would've normally been. "Yeah."

Barb pulled her chair closer to her, watching as the two couples seemingly only focused on one another. "Some party, huh?"

"Yeah," Kate said, slurring. "You… You get used to them. After a while."

She shook her head. "How do you do it?"

"Do what?"

"This," Barb said, gesturing out to the people in front of her. "I just… You're so different from them. How are you even friends with them?"

Kate shrugged. "I'm not, really. Just friends with Steve."

"Like that's much better."

She laughed in response. "You know, they're tolerable whenever you're around them all the time. Steve is… He's been a good friend, for the most part."

Barb shook her head. "If he was a good friend to you, you wouldn't be here right now."

She shrugged again. "I don't know. Maybe."

She sighed, watching Nancy and Steve. "I think you care too much about him. Much more than he deserves."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," Barb said, looking back to the blonde. "You deserve more than that, Kate."

She shrugged carelessly, taking another sip of beer as she watched Steve carefully. God, she hated him. She hated his stupid hair, his stupid crush on Nancy Wheeler, the stupid cigarette that sat tucked behind his ear as he smoked that stupid cigar. She hated herself for every decision she'd ever made that led up to her sitting outside in the dark in November, freezing her ass off while she drank shitty beer just to feel something. 

Barb only watched her carefully. Even completely intoxicated, held a fixation on her best friend. "I see the way you look at him, you know."

Kate turned to the redhead. "What?"

"I think you know what I mean."

Of course, Kate had no idea what she meant. Hadn't she just been looking at Steve just like she'd look at anyone else? Besides, she was drunk—nothing Kate would do that night would matter, and she probably wouldn't even remember it all by tomorrow morning. That didn't, however, stop her mind from racing in the slightest about it.

She quickly became distracted when Steve had stood from his chair, throwing the cigar he'd been smoking to the ground. As Nancy watched him, he pulled a pocketknife from his pocket so he could shotgun the beer he'd been holding in his hand, just to pull a cigarette from behind his ear to smoke it once he'd thrown the can to the ground.

"Is that supposed to impress me?" Nancy asked, obviously not as impressed as Steve would've hoped.

"You're not?" he asked, the cigarette still hanging out of his mouth.

"You are a cliché. You do realize that?"

He scoffed. "You are a cliché. What with your… your grades, and your band practice."

She laughed. "I'm so not in band."

"Okay, party girl. Why don't you just, uh, show us how it's done, then?" he said, finally lighting the cigarette that still sat in between his teeth.

"Okay."

Both Barbara and Kate, however, were super unimpressed for reasons besides Steve Harrington being a cliché. Of course, neither of them could believe Nancy was falling for Steve's tricks, not even a good one of his, and both of them only watched in silence, but in utter disappointment.

Barbara had always been under the impression that Nancy would have never done anything like this. Her best friend never exactly had been boy-obsessed or anything of the sort, which was why that night had disappointed her as much as it had.

Kate, on the other hand, had found that drinking her sorrows away didn't do anything to fix her problems—if anything, her drunken state had seemed to just make everything worse. She couldn't stop thinking about what Barb was saying, the thought that had come into her head right after she'd spoken, because that couldn't be it. She'd never thought about Steve like that, and as she watched him now, it certainly wasn't a time that she wanted to think about him that way. Despite everything within her screaming "no" to her,  more than ever before, Kate wished the girl that Steve was trying so hard to impress was her.

Kate had been brought back to reality when Steve spoke again.

"You gotta make a little hole right in—"

"I got it," Nancy said, smiling.

"Yeah, she's smart, you douche!"

As she chugged, they, meaning Steve, Tommy, and Carol, chanted for Nancy. "Chug! Chug! Chug!"

When she threw the can to the ground, Tommy shouted in joy. "Why don't you give it a try, Kate?"

She quickly perked up, not expecting to hear her name. She almost hadn't even answered to it. "What?"

Steve shook his head. "No. Absolutely not. Kathy, don't—"

"Steve, I can do it—"

"Kathy—"

"Steeevie."

Steve quickly averted his gaze as he swallowed the lump in his throat, scratching at the neckline of his shirt. He hadn't heard her call him Stevie since before Sara had died. Whenever he'd composed himself, he looked back to the girl. "Kathy, don't be stupid. You'd never do anything like this if you weren't so—"

"I wanna try it, Steve. Stop telling me what to do," she said, slurring her words and taking the pocketknife and a beer can from Tommy.

"Kathy—"

Carol scoffed. "She's not eight years old, Steve, she's fine."

Steve hesitated, his face taut. When Tommy absently gave Kate another beer, and Nancy handed her the pocketknife, he sighed, running a hand through his hair absent-mindedly. He'd been so caught up in what Kate was doing that he hadn't noticed how Nancy looked at him—even Barbara had noticed his worried stature. For the first time in a long time, Steve was nervous, and the tipsiness of his stature certainly wasn't helping. His leg bounced slightly, he couldn't stop scratching his neck, couldn't stop playing with the neckline of his shirt, but most importantly, he couldn't look away from her, even if he wanted to more than anything. They were trusting Kate, a first time drunk, with a pocketknife to cut a hole in a beer can. How stupid was that?

"Chug! Chug! Chug!"

Kate had chugged quickly. She had little control over her actions now, and once she was done, she almost dropped to the ground with her beer can, it clanking on the concrete, but she caught herself. If she wouldn't have, Steve had made himself ready to catch her instead. He only stared at her now as she was praised by Tommy and Carol, something he never thought he would see.

"Barb, you wanna try?"

"What? No," she answered quickly, turning to Nancy. "No, I don't want to. Thanks."

"Come on."

Steve could tell that Nancy's friend didn't want anything to do with shotgunning a beer, but, more than anything, he had wanted to take the attention off of Kate. What if she tried to do it again or something? "Come on. Yeah."

Barbara lowered her voice as she turned to her friend. "Nance. I don't want to."

"It's fun! Just give it a—"

"Nance…"

"Just… Just give it a shot."

Tired of fighting, Barb finally stood up from her lawn chair. "Okay."

Barbara had only agreed to do it so that right after she'd shotgunned the beer, she could disappear from the spotlight and take her place in the shadows once again. At that moment, she wondered why she hadn't left hours ago, why she hadn't made Nancy go without her, or even better, why she hadn't made the both of them just go home. Suddenly, she remembered: she was only there so Nancy could have her moment with Steve.

Barbara, however, had noticed something she would never tell her friend, not unless she asked. While she had never truly talked to Kate Hopper or Steve Harrington before that day, before that night, really, she had noticed in just a few hours how the two cared for one another. Now she understood why everyone at school thought they were together. Barbara Holland had no idea why Nance would even try to pursue him: it was more than obvious that Steve Harrington cared for Kate Hopper more than anything else in the entire world, and that was more than any girl, Tommy and Carol, even, and nothing could take that away from him, no matter what.

That was when Barbara realized that Steve didn't even know that he was in love with his best friend.

As the small group watched Barb, Steve took another drag on his cigarette.

"So, you just…" Barbara trailed off when she cut herself on the knife, the can rolling swiftly out of her hand.

"Gnarly," Tommy said, snickering.

"Are you okay?" Nancy asked, worry lacing her voice and etching her face.

"Yeah."

Whenever she looked at her hand, however, Nancy had thought otherwise. "Barb, you're bleeding."

"I'm fine," she said bitterly. She then looked to Steve. "Where's your bathroom?"

Steve jumped up quickly. "Oh, it's… it's, uh, down past the kitchen, to–to the left."

As she walked away, Steve sighed—he was just glad that hadn't been Kate that cut her hand open. When he looked to his best friend, he almost hadn't noticed that she, currently, was struggling to take off her sweater.

Steve immediately gulped as the sweater was thrown onto the ground, leaving her only in a black bra and her jeans. Of course, he'd seen her in less before, but it was November and outside and she was drunk and there were other people and she wasn't changing. "Kathy…"

Even with Steve calling her name, she seemingly ignored him. Tommy even shouted for her to take her jeans off, too, and Carol slapped him. Steve hadn't even heard him because he was too focused on the fact that she was trying to take her pants off.

"Kathy—"

"No, Stevie… It's a–a pool party, right? Can't swim in… in your clothes."

Just before Kate could undo the button on her jeans, Steve panicked and pushed her into the pool. Tommy had decided to push Carol into the pool, too, diving in after her. Steve also took the opportunity to push Nancy in, flipping in after her.

Whenever she'd made it into the water, Kate had almost frozen to death. She shivered as Carol and Tommy made out, as Nancy chased Steve, who had taken one of her shoes, only hoping that she wouldn't turn into an ice cube. As she looked out into the trees behind Steve's backyard, she could've sworn she saw something, someone, but she could barely register anything to begin with.

It hadn't been too long before Steve had carried Kate out of the pool, wrapping a towel around her. When she'd thanked him, barely able to say the words, it had been the final straw for him: Kate had had way too much to drink.

"You're so drunk."

She scoffed, but it had almost seemed fake because of how pronounced it was. "No, I'm not! I'm not drunk! I'm just cold." She giggled—he couldn't remember the last time she giggled like that. "I'm going to steal a sweatshirt from you, Stevie."

He was trying so hard not to tear at the seams. "O–Okay."

Before she had skipped away, she bopped his his nose with a quiet "boop." As she looked to the group in front of her, she happily made her way up the stairs to Steve's room.

"She's wasted," Tommy said, almost snickering. "I mean, can you believe it? Hopper, wasted? I don't think I've ever seen her pick up more than three drinks in one night, never mind this."

"You know, I never thought she'd break out of her shelly, not with Daddy being police chief and all."

"Don't talk about her that way," Steve said sharply, cutting Carol off before she could say anything else. "She's just… She's just drunk. She probably won't even remember any of this tomorrow."

"Aw, is Stevie worried about his little Katie?"

He didn't know whether it was the amount of stress he was currently feeling or if it was the apparent tipsiness he now carried, but, for once, he dropped the façade and spoke his mind. "Yeah, I am."

Tommy cleared his throat awkwardly. "Well," he started, quickly trying to change the subject, "I hear his mom's room has a fireplace."

"Are you kidding?"

Of course, Tommy and Carol both ignored him. "Oh yeah?"

Steve shouted louder at them as they walked into his mom's room. "Okay, well, you know, you are cleaning the sheets."

Whenever the couple had closed the door to his mom's room, closing them off from the rest of the house, Steve turned to Nancy. "You all right?"

"Yeah." Nancy gave him a tight-lipped smile, almost sympathetic. She might not have known him for long, but he could tell that he truly cared about Katherine Hopper, even if he tried so hard to act like he didn't care about anyone at all.

"Yeah, come on. Let's get you some dry clothes, too."

"We should probably go up there and check on her anyway, right?"

He nodded, scratching the back of his neck as they began to walk up the staircase.

Before Nancy could make it all the way up the stairs, however, someone called for her. "Nance!"

She turned around to find Barbara, waiting for her at the bottom of the staircase. "Nancy. Where are you going?"

"Nowhere," she replied innocently, almost as if she didn't know what was about to happen. "Just... upstairs. To change. I… fell in the pool." She stopped to chuckle at herself, but when Barbara didn't laugh, she continued on. "Why don't you go ahead and go home. I'll just… I'll get a ride or something."

"Nance…"

"Barb. I'm fine."

However, Barbara definitely didn't think it was fine. "This isn't you."

Nancy didn't know if she was reassuring her best friend or herself. "I'm fine. Just… go ahead and go home, okay?"

Without another word, Nancy walked up the rest of the stairs to meet Steve in his room.

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[wildflowerdylan]

BOXER

PART TWO - PART THREE

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, cursing, mentions of violence and alcohol, slight alcohol abuse (drunk characters).

Concept: Of all the people to fall for, Y/F/N Y/L/N never expected it to be the asshole boxer her friends are friends with.

“Hey, Y/N/N. How was your night?” I moaned groggily in response. I was fucking hungover. “I don’t know. I don’t care.” Tyler laughed as he handed me a coffee with extra sweetener, extra creamer, and lots of ice. Dexter was sitting at our dining room table with his head in the vomit bucket in his arms. “Nice to see Dex is worse than me.” Tyler laughed as we both watched Dexter give me the finger. I just shake my head at the boy and sat down next to him in front of the plate Tyler has made me. “You’re the absolute best mom ever, Ty.” Tyler smiles at me as he moves to sit down and eat as well.

About two waffles and three bites of eggs in, a loud knock erupted our peaceful silence in our house. Dexter groaned as loud as he could to let us all know how miserable he is. Thank God he did this. I mean how else would we know? I watched Ty walk over to the door and unlock it, revealing the handsome boxer and my blouse from the night before. My eyes widened. “Is Y/N ho-“ I jumped up and ran over to the door, “I got it!” Tyler wiggled his eyebrows at me teasingly, leaving me no choice but to tell the truth, “Relax, the only thing that happened last night was Dylan and I getting drunk.” Dylan’s face turned, a small frown replacing the smile that was once on his lips. God, those lips. “And me!” Dexter yelled, once again, not letting us forget how miserable he is. “I thought we did a little more than just get drunk.” Dylan spoke, ignoring Dexter entirely. I just looked at him in response, my eyes switched past his over and over as I tried to find something to say. “O'Brien, wanna come in?” Tyler spoke after moments of silence, clearly not recognizing something was happening. Dylan nodded his head shortly, not taking his eyes off of me. He was getting angry. “Here.” he spoke harshly, holding my shirt out for me to grab and waiting for me to take it. “Thank y-” He walked past me, brushing my arm slightly. I stood there in shock, just looking at the man who was now sitting next to Dexter across from my plate. I followed Tyler back over to the table. Tyler offered Dylan a plate hesitantly, “Sure. What do you have?” Tyler replied all the while building the plate and handing it to his friend, the one who was looking at me intensely. “ Dexter, you really should eat something.” I spoke out of the silence, nudging Dexter’s foot with my own. He groaned in response before picking his head up slowly and beginning to shovel food in his mouth, bucket now in his lap. 

“So, why were you in Dylan’s house, Y/N/N?” I looked down at my eggs and pushed them around the plate, avoiding Dexter’s eyes. “You guys know how you get at parties. If I was going to be abandoned, it might as well be in a nice house.” Tyler and Dexter both chuckled lightly, Dylan stayed silent. “Except, you weren’t abandoned.” Dylan spoke harshly. “I was there, occupying my time with some ungrateful brat instead of finding a girl that is actually worth my time and efforts.” I dropped my fork on the table and scoffed at the man next to me. We both looked at each other angrily. “I have to go throw up.” I spoke, not losing eye contact with Dylan. Tyler sighed, “Y/N, you’re totally sober, there is no way you have to puke right now.” I shake my head, “I don’t have to puke because of the alcohol, I have to puke to get rid of the remnants of the asshole I kissed last night.” I stood up, not breaking eye contact with Dylan until I began to speak again, “Text me once he leaves.”

Tyler and Dexter looked at each with wide eyes as I walked down the hall into my bedroom. I swung the door shut loud enough that the door shook. I can feel the tension all the way in my room, but I choose to ignore it and get ready for the day instead. I throw on some makeup and new clothes and then fix up my hair. I take a second to decide what to do from there before texting another best friend and seeing what she was up to. I waited for her to come save me from my current hell. Once I heard her knock at the door, I rushed out of my room and grabbed my purse. I opened the door and gave her a hug, ready to step out onto the front porch. “I’ll be back later.” I smile lightly to my two friends who are still sitting with the boxer. They both smile and nod, “Be safe, Y/N/N!” I hear Dexter yell as I shut the door. I text him a quick “I love you” and make my way into Sarah’s car. 

“So,” The gorgeous brunette says suddenly. “Are we gonna talk about that hottie in your dining room or what?” I turn to look at her with my head still planted on the seat, “Don’t you have a husband?” The woman nods her head, “Doesn’t mean I can’t question why a very attractive man is looking at you like- like he-” I cut her off, “Like he hates me!” Sarah takes her attention off the road for a second, “Babe, no. He’s looking at you like he wants you.” I furrow my brows and shake my head, turning my attention back to the road with Sarah. “You’re crazy, Sar.” She sighs, “You know I’m never wrong about these things, Y/N/N. He likes you.”

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Day 15 of Ode to Phoenix

Summary: Natasha and her college roommate are reunited to be a pain in Hangman's designated driver's ass

Pairings: Potential Jake "Hangman" Seresin x O/C

Warnings: Lots of alcohol consumed

A/N: This is just pure tequila fueled fun. AU Phoenix and Hangman from my other fics. I was playing around with a spy-ish thriller idea where Phoenix's friend is kidnapped in the course of her work, Phoenix and Hangman fly the rescue, but tabled the story. Here's where it started/what's left.

Taz and Laz

It was on another tequila fueled night during college that Taz and Laz were born, the christening of Natasha’s lifelong friendship with her best friend and roommate Layla. But on their current tequila bender, they’ve exchanged their college dorm room for The Hard Deck. 

It’s been over a year since they’ve seen one another, but it’s as if no time has passed since they spent nearly every single day together. They’re catching up, dancing and singing along to the jukebox selections, and collapsing into one another with laughter. It feels so good to let loose for both of them. 

Laz pulls herself out of Natasha’s arms, wiping the tears of laughter from her cheeks, and waves Penny down for another round. 

While they wait, Laz leans her elbow on the bar and looks over toward the pool table. “Taz, I think it’s about time we showed these boys what a real game of pool looks like,” she says. 

Natasha looks over and smirks, seeing exactly what caught her friend’s eye. The guys are strutting around the table, leaning into their shots like they're playing a high stakes tournament for money. They’re not as good as they think they look. Laz is ready to step all over some egos. 

There’s a lot people probably can’t tell about Laz at first glance. “It’s funny,” she’d once told Natasha, “it often feels like I’m invisible when my hair is curly. But as soon as I straighten it, suddenly everything changes. Makes me a good spy, doesn’t it?” And she’s probably the closest person Natasha knows to a spy. Behind the cat-like almond shaped eyes is a sharp, analytical mind used to assess and track down some of the world’s most elusive cyber terrorist threats. She tells everyone that she works in government relations for a tech company. 

Her father retired as a Navy admiral and all night Hangman jumps every time one of the senior officers approaches them, thinking they are about to be reprimanded for their increasingly raucous laughter, only for the captains and admirals to grab Laz into a hug and ask about her family or give her an update on their kids. To his astonishment, and Natasha notes how rare it is to make Hangman’s jaw drop, she doesn’t always bother with ranks. 

“Do you know who that was?” he asks stupidly after one of them walks off.

“I changed his four of his children’s diapers for five dollars an hour,” Laz shrugs. “I don’t worry about those things unless I have to.”

Penny arrives, tequila in hand and a warning with her pour. “I’m cutting you off soon, Layla, before I have to answer to your dad tomorrow.”

Laz throws her head back and laughs. “Ms. Benjamin we both know the one you’d really have to answer to is my mom.” 

Natasha snorts, in on the joke. Laz’s dad might be the admiral but her mother is the rules and appearances bound stickler. 

“It’s ‘Penny’,” Penny reminds her with a fond smile. “You make me feel my age.”

“You know her too?” Hangman demands, looking between them. 

“Penny knows what my umbilical cord looked like,” Laz smiles. “Which is why I’m never getting used to calling you by your first name.” 

Hangman is along for this ride as their designated driver. There aren’t many places Laz can let her hair down these days, and a Navy bar might be one of them. They’re too old for the shenanigans of their younger years, but Natasha doesn’t plan for either of them to be able to drive by the end of the night.

“Taz,” Laz nods solemnly, holding up her recently filled shot glass. 

“Laz,” Natasha salutes. They clink their glasses, touch them to the bar, then throw them back. No lime, salt, or chaser. Laz smacks her lips and checks the pool table again.

“Ready?” she asks, five shots and a moscow mule in.

Natasha grins. “Ready.” 

They slide off their bar stools, the alcohol hitting them full force when they finally stand. Natasha sways before she gets her footing. 

“Whoa,” giggles Laz, draping her arm over Natasha’s shoulders. With their height difference, it’s something she only accomplishes in the tall heeled boots she’s wearing. “This is gonna be a game.”

For once, Hangman inserts himself as the responsible voice of reason. “Maybe you two should go for a round of water instead of pool.”

Laz juts her pointed chin at him. “They’re going to think we’re drunk. We’re winning this one.”

“Definitely winning,” Natasha giggles. 

Hangman looks at her like she’s grown a second head. He’s likely never seen her like this, the carefree happy-go-lucky Taz side of her. Which is ironic, since alone, Laz is far from carefree or happy-go-lucky. She’s one of the most intense people Natasha knows. 

Arms draped around one another, Natasha and Laz saunter over to the game. Natasha negotiates their way in, the guys eyeing them for an easy win. Hangman practically slaps his forehead when Laz names their offer. 

“Why would you let her do that?” he demands when Laz holds her hand out for the cue stick. “I’m not sure she took a straight step over here.”

Natasha smirks. “Watch this.”

Laz examines the table then hefts the cue stick in her hand. And suddenly, she’s laser focused and steady. She pockets the ball neatly, not an ounce of force wasted. Hangman and the guys look like they’re reassessing the competition. 

“Show ‘em what you got, Taz,” Laz cheers when Natasha’s up. 

The other thing people can’t tell about Laz at first glance? Her electives in college included viticulture and the mathematical theory of pool, and she had a habit of multitasking her assignments. Natasha was at first her reluctant opponent until, eventually, it became a regular ritual for them. Laz liked to call it “Wine and Balls.”

They crush the game, only a challenge because they’re so far into the tequila. The guys shake their hands with new appreciation and Laz collects. She goes back to the bar for another shot. Instead of returning to where Natasha and Hangman are waiting for her, though, she heads to the bathroom. But she comes back not long after. “There’s a line,” she announces, brow furrowed.

Natasha has an inkling of where this is going. “Laz, you’re too old to do that.” Laz stands quietly for a moment, head tilted. Then shrugs and heads for the patio. “Wait!” Natasha chases her down.

“What’s she doing?” Hangman asks, hurrying to keep up as they dodge patrons in Laz’s marching wake. 

They follow her out onto the beach, her figure wobbling into the darkness. She glances over her shoulder once and waves them back toward The Hard Deck.

“Fuck,” Natasha sighs. There’s no point in stopping her now. 

In the distance, barely visible from where they’re standing, Laz pauses by a cluster of beach brush. She kicks at the sand with her foot for a few moments. Then kicks at it again. She looks around one last time to make sure Natasha’s the only one watching then crouches out of sight. 

She’s gone for maybe a minute before she straightens and wipes her hand on her jeans then across her mouth. Laz kicks at the sand again. She takes a swig of the tequila shot then spits it out. After several rinses, she heads back.

Natasha crosses her arms. “I can’t believe you just did that,” she scolds when Laz is within hearing range. “You have a doctorate degree now.”

Hangman glances down at her. “Did she just boot and rally?” 

“Yes.”

“And rinse her mouth with tequila?”

Laz is close enough to hear. “What? Do you have mouthwash, Bagman?” she calls. "Sue me, I'm resourceful."

She manages to get to them without breaking an ankle walking through the sand in her shoes. “I think I’ve got another game in me and then we should probably get food.” 

“No, we’re getting food now,” Hangman decides.

Laz looks at Natasha. “Game or food?”

“That wasn’t up for a vote!” Hangman protests. 

“If we wanted a babysitter,” Laz complains, “we would have invited Rooster.”

Natasha admires her friend’s ability to be absolutely wasted, only partially informed about Hangman and Rooster’s dynamic, and still fire an absolute bullseye.

“Game,” Natasha agrees smugly, just to mess with him and see what he does. 

He reaches into his pocket and fishes out a quarter. “Heads we play pool, tails we play darts,” he offers. 

Laz catches her lip with interest. These are the stakes she likes. “Who makes the call?”

“I’ll let you, if you ask nicely,” he suggests.

Natasha does a double take. Is he flirting now? With her best friend? 

“Heads,” Laz decides. “Please.” 

Hangman flips the coin and palms it onto the back of his hand. They all lean in for the result. He groans and Laz snaps. “Looks like another game of pool, Bagman.”

She loops her arm through Natasha’s and waves for him to follow. “Do you really want to play another game?” Laz whispers as they make their way back to the pool table. 

Natasha confesses she did it just to annoy Hangman. 

“Oh good,” Laz sighs. “Me too. I want tacos or pho.” 

Hangman’s not sure whether to look annoyed or relieved when they announce that they’ve reconsidered and are ready to go.

By the time he pulls up to Natasha’s townhouse after tacos, Laz is passed out across the armrest in the back. To her surprise, he turns off the car and gets out with her. 

“I’ve got her,” Natasha promises.

“This is easier.” He opens the door and coaxes Laz awake enough to lift her into his arms. She curls into his chest. "You know, your personality sometimes really gets in the way of how hot you could be. Just saying."

Jake looks stunned, and Natasha snickers. "Maybe something to consider there, dickhead."

He scowls at her. "Geez, Phoenix, do you complain about me to all of your friends?"

"I have an amazing support system," she grins.

She can't wait to tell Laz what way too honest thought fell out of her mouth while drunk. Of course, Laz is the kind of person who wouldn't say anything drunk that she wouldn't be willing to stand by sober. The only difference is how diplomatic she is about it.

Natasha leads the way to her apartment. She throws a sheet and pillow onto the sofa for her friend, knowing that Laz will wake up at some point and get herself ready for bed. Or sleep until the morning and change her clothes then. Hangman sets her down gently. 

“Are we home?” Laz murmurs.

“Yeah,” he says quietly. 

She struggles to sit up. “My pillowcase,” she mumbles. 

“Her what?” he asks Natasha who goes to her bag and rifles around until she finds the satin fabric. 

“For her hair,” Natasha explains. 

He props Laz up against him while she fixes the pillow for her friend. “Thanks, Jake,” Laz sighs before drifting off to sleep again. 

Not that she’ll remember, but it’s suddenly "Jake"? Huh, this could get very interesting. And maybe there are some things her friend won't be willing to stand by in the soberness of the morning.

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[pxperplxnets]

drinks, caillous and i love you’s.

summary: alana and conrad go party with their friends. it ends up in weird conversations and love confessions.

pairing: conrad laursen x alana diaz.

conrad and alana character descriptions

word count: 1004

warnings: underage drinking, mentions of cancer.

lowercase intended!

part one - part two - previous part.

dedicated to my bsf @myplantregulus because she gave me the idea and she is a caillou simp.

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alana was having the time of her life.

when conrad had told her that they were going out to a party with the rest of the team, she had her doubts. being a big internet personality like most of them were, drinking and partying might not have been the perfect idea.

conrad begged and pleaded for her to go with them. she gave up after the lightest pout formed on his lips, and she definitely didn't regret it.

they went to a pub near their apartment, where they didnt even ask for their id’s. lucky, privileged assholes. they drank quite a bit, dancing around the pub with random people who they befriended at that moment. 

after spending a few hours at the pub, they made their way to a random apartment, which hamda had told her belonged to aurora, one of her freca teammates.

the walk there was extremely fun. they laughed a bit too much when paul and aurora started pushing each other. they both ended up on the floor, hands and knees scraped but still laughing. they walked in front of a peer, from which conrad and ollie almost jumped into the water. they sang and danced around the street, almost getting run over a few times.

now that the group had finally gotten to aurora’s apartment, alana found herself laughing with a girl named lia, whom she had never met until that night. she didn't really understand how, as the girl had told her that she had been living with ollie and jak most of the season, but she let go of her confusion pretty fast.

“i was still on it so i was screaming, but our parents weren't supposed to know that we got on the horse so i tried to stop, and then jak fell off and i laughed and my mom ran to where we were and she started screaming as well. my dad and jak’s parents came out of the house to find me on top of an out of control horse laughing like a maniac, jak crying on the floor with his arm literally bent to the wrong side, and my mom screaming” lia was telling her the story of how her and jak had ended up with matching broken arms, and alana could not stop laughing. the alcohol in both their systems and lia’s slurred words making the story way funnier than it would have originally been.

their laugh was interrupted as ollie sat next to them, jak and conrad following suit. alana smiled as her boyfriend sat next to her, kissing her cheek before resting his head on her shoulder.

“i think caillou is dead” jak said out of nowhere, staring at the wall blankly. “why would caillou be dead?” lia asked, looking like she had asked herself that question millions of times “i mean, he is bald” ollie chimed in.

alana was confused, her drunk brain was not able to understand how that conversation had started.

“how does that make him dead though?” lia’s eyebrows furrowed. “well, maybe he has cancer” ollie shrugged. “wait, who has cancer?” sebas asked as he joined them in the living room. “caillou” ollie answered “oh no, poor caillou” lia said, and just then alana realised her tear filled eyes. “love, don't cry. he's in a better place now” ollie said, hugging her close. “that would explain why his mom opened the picture book at the beginning of each episode” jak commented, making lia cry even harder.

alana didn't know what to do, the entire conversation made no sense to her. maybe she was too drunk, or maybe they were.

“i had a classmate that looked like caillou” alana spoke, remembering the boy she met a few years back. “wait, really?” conrad asked. “yeah, his name was quinn. he had hair though” she said, deep in thought “so like, pre-cancer caillou” sebas contemplated, making all of them try to imagine a caillou with hair. “wait… who is caillou?” sebas spoke again, making everyone laugh. “have you been talking about caillou without knowing who caillou is?” lia laughed, wiping her tears away.

they all laughed for a while, until alana spoke again.

“where are paul and aurora?” he furrowed his eyebrows. “probably making out in a corner” ollie shrugged “they are together?” alana spoke. “yeah, but they don't know we know, so don't tell them that we know because they don't know we know” jak’s sentence made alana’s head spin, so she nodded and moved on.

once it was time to leave, alana and conrad clumsily made their way into his apartment. they laughed and shushed each other, as if there was someone that could hear them.

conrad changed as alana wiped off her makeup. she might have been drunk, but she had never and would never sleep with make up on.

 they got comfortable in bed, cuddling into each other. he rested his head on her chest, wrapping his arms around her waist and snuggling his face on her neck. after a few moments of silence, conrad spoke.

“i know im really drunk and i probably shouldn't say this, but i love you. i love you so so so much. you’re so fucking important to me, you know? the first time sebas showed me a picture of you my heart rushed, from a picture! imagine how it was when i actually met you! oh my god, when you got nervous talking to me it was the best thing ever. no one gets nervous about me, its always about the older boys, but you did and it made me feel so funny inside…synd for de andre fyre, fordi jeg har den hotteste pige nogensinde” (too bad for the other guys because i got the hottest girl ever) he said the last thing in danish, so she would have to remember to ask what he said later on.

alana smiled, pulling him more into her.

“i love you too, you drunk” she laughed, noticing that he had already fallen asleep.

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authors note:

well, that was really fun to write.

idk what this is but i hope y’all like it.

#Conrad Laursen #conradlaursenxoc #conradlaursenoneshot #prema racing #premaoneshots #prema #premaracingoneshots #f4 #f4oneshots #alana diaz #conrad x alana

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𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐫. 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏

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Synopsis: When Huening Kai is running away from his terrible past, he finds himself stumbling upon a, rather small, village. This is where he crosses paths with Choi Soobin – a mysterious man with many secrets, quite... literally. Soobin works in the village as a pawnbroker but he doesn't only trade and sell valuable items in his shop.. It might be a small village but the people of Ebonmoor have a lot to hide. But then so do Choi Soobin and Huening Kai.

Genre: fantasy, historical fiction, mystery, txt ver. of the Black Book of Secrets Warning(s): very brief mention of alcohol usage, mention of blood, parental betrayal, forcefull attempt to pull teeth out (yeah- just read, it'll make sense)

do let me know if I missed any!

Wordcount: 2.6k

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When Huening Kai opened his eyes he knew that nothing in his miserable life prior to this moment could possibly be as bad as what was about to happen. He was lying on the cold earth floor of a basement room lit by a single candle, no more than an hour's burning left. Instruments of medical nature hung from hooks on the support beams. Dark stains on the floor suggested blood. But it was the chair against the opposite wall that fully confirmed his suspicions.

Thick leather straps attached to the arms and the legs were there for one purpose only: to hold down an unwilling patient. His mom and dad were standing over him. "He's awake," crowed his mom excitedly. His dad dragged him to his feet. He had him in an iron grip, his arm wrenched up behind his back. His mom held him by the hair. He looked up from one to the other. Their grinning faces were only inches away from his. He knew he shouldn't look to them to save him.

Another man, concealed until now in the shadows, stepped forward and took him by the chin. He forced open his mouth and ran a blackened finger around his gums. "How much?" asked his dad, full of anticipation. "Not bad," said the man. "three a piece. Maybe 12 in all." "It's a deal" said his dad. "Who needs teeth anyway?" "Someone, I hope," replied the man dryly. "I sell them for a living."

And all three of them laughed, his mom and dad and Victor Patton, the tooth surgeon of Broken Day's Road. Once the money for his teeth was agreed with Victor they moved quickly. Together they dragged him over to the surgeon's chair. He kicked, shouted, spat and bit; He wasn't going to make it easy. He knew how Victor Patton made his living, preying on the poor, pulling their teeth, paying them pennies and selling them for ten times as much.

He was packed with fear. He had no protection. He was going to feel it all. Every single nerve-stabbing twinge. They came close to succeeding in their evil quest. His mom was struggeling with a buckle around his ankle, her hands shaking from previous day's drinking, while his dad was trying to hold him down. Victor Patton, that laothsome monster, was just hovering with his gleaming tooth-pull, snapping it open and shut, tittering and salivating.

He believes to this day Victor's greatest pleasure in life was inflicting pain on others. So much so that he couldn't wait any longer and before he knew it he could feel the cold metal of his instrument of torture clamped around a front tooth. He braced himself with his leg on his chest and began to pull. The pain that shot through his skull, his brain and every nerve in his body was indescribable.

The tooth moved slightly in his jaw and another shooting pain exploded behind his eyes. All while his mom and dad laughed like maniacs. Rage swelled in him like an enormous wave. He was taken over by fury. With his free leg he kicked his dad hard and sharp in the stomach and he collapsed on the floor. Victor, caught by surprise, let go of the tooth-pull and Kai grabbed it and hit him around the side of the head. He unstrapped his other leg and jumped down.

His dad was groaning on the floor. Victor was leaning against the wall holding his head. His mom cowered in the corner. "Don't hit me," she begged. "Don't hit me." He was tempted to do so either way but this was his one chance to escape. His dad was almost on his feet again. He dropped the tooth-pull and in a matter of seconds he was running down the alley.

He could hear his mom screaming and dad shouting and cursing. Every time he looked back all he could see was his dad's snarling face and Victor's tooth-pull glinting in the yellow light. As he ran he tried to think where to go. They knew so many of his hiding places. He decided on Mr Sandoval's, but when he reached his shop the place was in darkness and the blind was down. He hammered on the window and shouted his name but there was no reply. He knew if Mr Sandoval was gone at this time of night he might not be back for days.

So where to now? The bridge over the river and the Hotel Inn. Agatha, the landlady, might help him. He ran out of the alley and on to the street, but they were already waiting for him. "There he is," screeched his mom and the chase was on again. They surprised him with their stamina. He had not thought they would last so long.

For at least a half-mile they chased him down the uncobbled narrow alleys and the filthy streets, tripping over homeless and avoiding snatching hands, all the way to the river. Every time he looked back they seemed to be closer. He knew what would happen if they caught him again. The ache in his bleeding jaw was all the proof he needed.

By the time he staggered on to the bridge he was barely able to hold himself upright. Halfway across he saw a carriage outside the Hotel Inn. Just as its wheels began to turn, he climbed on the back, hanging on for his life. As the carriage pulled away the last thing he remembered is the sight of his mom sinking to her knees. She was screaming at him from the river bank and the monster, Victor Patton, was shaking his fists in rage.

His name is Huening Kai. He had the great misfortune to be born in the City, a stinking place undeserving of a name. And he would have died there if it had not been for his mom and dad. They saved him, though it wasn't their intention, when they delivered him, their only son, into the hands of Victor Patton. This act of betrayal was possibly the greatest single piece of luck he's ever had. His mom and dad's corrupt plan brought the end of one existence and the beginning of another: his life with Choi Soobin.

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He didn't know at the time, but he had hitched a ride on a carriage that belonged to, and contained, a Mr Arthur Clarence. They rattled along for hours, the man inside snoring like a bellows, so loud he could hear it above the clatter of the wheels over the ruts, while outside Kai was clinging on like a monkey.

The weather worsened and it started to snow. The road narrowed and the potholes became larger, deeper and more frequent. The driver had no thought for passenger comfort. If it weren't for the fact that his hands were frozen in position he might well have fallen off. Despite this, and his churning insides, towards the end of the journey he was dozing.

The carriage began to climb a steep hill and finally they reached the place that was to be his home for the near future, the mountain village of Ebonmoor. Under any other circumstances he would not have chosen to come to Ebonmoor, but at the time of travelling his destination was out of his hands. At last the carriage stopped outside a large house and the driver climbed down. He heard him rap on the door.

"Mr Clarence," he called. "Mr Clarence" But there was no reply so he went to the house and rang for the maid. A young person came out looking none too pleased. The driver called them y/n. Together they dragged Clarence up the steps accompanied by much snoring and grunting and hauled him inside.

Kai took the opportunity to jump down and sneak a look in the cab, wherein he found a leather purse, a fringed printed silk scarf and a pair of gloves. He wrapped the scarf around his neck and slipped the gloves over his numb fingers. The purse contained just a few pennies but it was a start.

He got out and saw the young person standing in the doorway looking straight at him. There was a slight smile on their face and their eyes held his for a long second. He heard the driver coming back and he knew it was time to go. He could have gone either way, up the slope or down, but for some unknown reason he chose to climb.

The hill was treacherous. As he climbed he heard the church bell ring strike four. Although it was no longer snowing the wind was sharp as a knife and he knew he needed shelter. Despite the hour, and the lack of street lights, he could see well enough where he was going. It was not the moon that lit his way, it was only a sliver, but all the lights ablaze behind the windows. It seemed that he wasn't the only one still awake in this village.

He stopped at an empty building at the top of the hill. It stood alone in the shadow of the church, desolate and separated from the other houses and shops by an alley. He was looking for a way in when he heard approaching footsteps in the snow. He ducked into the alley and waited. A man, hunched over, came carefully down the hill. He was carrying a large wooden spade over his shoulder and he was mumbling to himself. He passed right by Kai, looking neither to his left nor his right, and crossed over the road.

As he melted into the night another figure appeared. The man emerged from the gloom as if by magic. He watched him climbing steadily towards him. He took long strides and covered distance quickly. He had an only slightly noticable limp. Kai believes he was the first person to see Choi Soobin and he knows he was the last. Was it just coincidence that had them both arrive here together? He suspects other powers were at work. Unlike him, Soobin wasn't fleeing. He had a purpose but he kept it well hidden.

It was not easy to describe Choi Soobin accurately. He was neither stout nor thin, but perhaps narrow. And he was tall, which was a distinct disadvantage in Ebonmoor. The village, which was dated from times when people were at least six inches shorter and all dwellings were built accordingly. The doors and windows were made smaller and narrower than was usual and ceilings were particularly low. Soobin was suitably dressed for the weather, though not for the current fashion of the high-collared coat.

Instead he wore a cloak of muted green, fastened with silver toggles, that fell to his ankles. The cloak itself was of the finest wool and it was lined with the softest fur in existence. On his feet he wore a pair of black leather boots, highly polished, upon which sat the beautifully pressed cuffs of his brown trousers. Around his neck was wrapped a silk scarf, and a fur hat was pulled down tightly over his ears. It could not fully contain his hair and more than a few brown strands curled from underneath.

With every step Soobin took, a set of keys hooked to his belt jingled tunefully against his thigh. In his right hand he carried a rather battered leather satchel straining at the seams, and his left a damp drawstring bag from which sounded a croaking noise. Quickly, silently, Soobin climbed the steep high street until he reached the last building on the left. It was an empty shop. Beyond it was a walled graveyard, the village boundary within which stood the church. Then the road stretched away into a grey nothingness.

Snow had drifted into the shop doorway and gathered in the corners of the flyblown windows. The paintwork was peeling and an old sign in the shape of a hat creaked above the door in the biting wind. Soobin took a moment to survey the street down to the bottom of the hill. it was the early hours of the morning but yellow oil lamps and candles glowed behind many curtains and shutters and more than once he saw a silhouette of a person cross back and forth in front of a window.

A smile broke across his face. "This is the place," he said and let himself in. The shop itself was quite tiny. The distance between the display window and the counter was no more than three paces. Soobin went behind the counter and opened the solid door that led into a back room. A tiny window on the far wall allowed the dusty moon-glow to lighten the room.

The furniture was sparse and worn: two ladderback chairs, a long table, a small stove and a bed pushed up against the wall. In contrast the fireplace was huge. At least six feet across and nearly three deep, it took up almost the whole of one wall. On either side of the hearth sat a faded upholdstered armchair, facing eachother. It was not much but it would do.

In the depths of the night, Soobin busied himself settling in. He turned up the wick and lit the lamp on the table. He unwound his scarf, took off his hat and unfastened his cloak and put them on the bed. Then he opened his satchel and, a silent observer peered through the window, he emptied it out on the table.

The onlooker never moved, though his already huge dark eyes widened impossibly as Soobin pulled out clothes, shoes, a collection of trinkets, some rather fine jewellery, two loaves, a bottle of stout, four timepieces, a rectangular glass tank with a vented lid, a large black book, a quill and bottle of ink and a polished mahogany wooden leg. The satchel was deceptively spacious.

Soobin fixed the tank together, then took his drawstring bag and loosened the tie. He set it down gently on the table and a second later a frog, a rather spectacular specimen of mixed hue and intelligent expression, emerged daintily from its folds. Very carefully Soobin picked it up and placed it inside the tank, whereupon the creature blinked lazily and munched thoughtfully on some dried insects.

As Soobin dropped another bug in the tank he stiffened almost unnoticeably. Without a backwards glance he left the room, the eyes at the window still following him curiously. But they didn't see him slip out into the street. No human ear heard him tiptoe around the back of the shop, where he pounced upon the figure at the window and held him up to the light by the scruff of his scrawny neck. "Why are you spying on me?" asked Soobin in the sort of voice that demanded an answer without delay.

Soobin had the boy in such a grip that he was half choking on his collar and his feet were barely touching the ground. He tried to speak, but fear and shock had rendered him unable. He could only open his mouth like a fish out of water. Soobin gave him a shake and repeated the question, though less harshly this time. When he still recieved no answer he let the young boy fall to the snow in a crumpled pathetic heap.

"Hmm," Soobin took a long, hard look at the boy. he truly was a pale and sorry figure, shivering so hard you could almost hear his bones rattle. His eyes were striking though, gray with flecks of green, and set in a ring of shadow. His skin matched the snow in tone and temperature. Soobin sighed and pulled him to his feet. "And you are?" he asked. "Kai," said the boy. "Huening Kai."

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note: WOOOOO chapter 1 is finally out!! this is my favourite book so I HAD to make a txt ver. out of it, please enjoy &lt;3

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pls don’t stress yourself out, bestie, it’s okay!!! 💖

anyways here i go, how did stark! reader and stephen meet for the first time?

You are a godsend, seriously. I’m so sorry (again). But never mind! So, chapter one was obviously the first time Stephen met Stark!Reader on a face-to-face kinda term. Before that, he never really met her, barely saw pictures of the other Stark prodigy, only read her articles, and certainly didn’t get an official introduction. But Stark!Reader kinda met him before that – way before that. We are now jumping to one of the Stark Medical Galas Tony loves to throw in order to get the best spot in the gossip and progression of the medical field he invests as much money as into weapons (nobody knows what’s that about).

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Fidgeting in her midnight blue dress and the high-heeled murder weapons Pepper called shoes, YN stood next to the bar in the packed hall, cooled glass with something resembling alcohol in one hand while the other stuck in the bowl of peanuts to get at least something in her stomach. How she hated those galas and events where she was only supposed to smile and do boring small talk during which she sometimes seriously fell asleep. At least the booze was good – something Tony would never neglect – but the younger Stark still wanted to leave and head home. She hated those evenings, she hated the company, she hated the shoes she was forced to wear because it was socially more acceptable than comfortable sneakers, and most of all: nobody dared to talk to her to turn this accident of an event into something resembling fun.

Being the younger Stark and Tony Stark’s pride and joy wasn’t a dream come true.

Sighing, she gathered the floor-length fabric to not stumble over it – and make a fool out of herself (the tabloids would just love that) – and made her way over to Tony, who gladly happened to end one of the more boring conversations one could have. Senator Bloomsdale wasn’t known for his breathtaking intellect.

“So,” she started and looked around while sneaking her hand around his arm and resting it in the crook of his arm. “Will this get more fun, or can I go home and write on my thesis?” Tony took a sip from his glass – most definitely the most expensive whiskey the bar hid exclusively for him – and shrugged. “Thought it might be good to get you out of that room. A change of scenery. Going out, partying, finding a handsome date.” Scoffing, YN took a sip herself. “Finding a date? With my brother, who is known for being overprotective, in the same room? Did you already knock out your brain?”

The older Stark rolled his eyes and guided her through the crowd of wealthy people, scientists, lobbyists, and doctors. She certainly hadn’t been standing around doing nothing this whole evening – she had met people from the pharmaceutical industry, the robotics guys, surgeons, and professors of other Ivy League universities in the country. She had tended to her growing career, already convincing people of her ideas and approaches, and the small sewn-in pocket in her dress was filled with cards full of numbers and mail addresses.

“Stop whining and choose one of these. They’re all eligible, aspiring men, ready to shape the future. Just what you want,” her brother softly pushed her after they arrived at the dance floor where young men had gathered to find a dance partner. Frowning, YN looked up to her brother. “You sound like mom.” He shrugged. “If she would be here, she would’ve found you a man within the first ten minutes. I’m lacking her skill.”

YN didn’t hear the rest of what he was saying – he was rambling anyway – because her eyes had fallen on a man in a perfectly fitting suit, with dark hair, a perfectly shaven face, and the bluest eyes she had ever seen. He was breathtakingly handsome, more so with the smirk playing at the corner of his lips. He would tower over her even with those damn heels at her feet, YN was certain, and her heart started to jump in her throat as his crystal blue eyes swept over her figure. They moved back to her after he had spun his dance partner over the floor, and his smirk grew in its intensity.

She could feel the blood rushing into her neck and cheeks, so she turned her face away and looked to her brother instead. “Who is the tall man in the middle of the dance floor? Dark hair, bright eyes, perfectly fitting suit, gorgeous strawberry-blonde woman on his arm?” Because his dance partner was just as beautiful as he was. And yes, in her opinion, men could be described as beautiful, especially those who resembled a painting or statue of the old masters.

Tony looked for the described male, and as he found him, his face contorted in pure dislike. “Doctor Stephen Strange. Douchebag, idiot, narcissist. Don’t let the exterior fool you, munchkin.” Cocking both her eyebrows until they almost disappeared in her hairline (at least it felt like it), YN eyed him. “That sounds a lot like you. A wonder you’re not best buddies. Quick, someone needs to notify the Times!” He softly shoved her a few inches away while YN chuckled under her breath. “I mean it, though, YN. Don’t be foolish and get involved with him. He will break your heart, and I won’t stand in the offside of the playing field you call your life and watch idly while he breaks you on his ego trip upwards. You know what I’d do to him if he would only think about laying a finger on you.”

Yeah, she knew what he would do to someone who dared to destroy her. She had firsthand proof of what a Tony Stark was capable do with the empire he owns. They couldn’t get out of his way fast enough – they always would fall like pieces on a chess board.

Yet, YN moved her gaze back onto the dancers where Doctor Stephen Strange still held the gorgeous strawberry-blonde woman in his arms, his eyes still entirely focused on the woman standing offside the dance floor who he couldn’t let out of his sight. Christine noticed his staring and turned around to see who had captured her friend's attention. Her eyes settled upon a stunning young woman in a beautiful night blue gown who had her eyes fixed on Stephen as well, and Christine chuckled softly.

“You should ask her for a dance,” she tried to push him as she always tried. “Why should I? I am dancing with you.” Christine laughed. “Because I can see the serious interest in your eyes, and you won’t shut up for the next couple of weeks until you got her name.” He shook his head and grasped her hand tighter. “I am not a man cut out for one-night stands. Especially not for one-night stands with the daughter of some rich senator who never saw the world without those fairytale glasses.” But still, Stephen raised his look to find her again in the crowd without really having to try. She was like a lighthouse in the dark sea of expensive black suits and even more expensive tuxedos.

Christine sighed deeply. “Someday, I will have to drag you to your luck, but I will be there to do it.”

And maybe she was right, but at this moment, all Stephen could do was to have a watchful eye on the woman without the name, who he couldn’t let go of just yet.

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And that got longer than I intended, wuuuuups.

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