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whump-mania · 3 years

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TW: abuse, kidnapping, stalking, HEAVILY IMPLIED R*PE/NONCON (please stay away if under 18), blood, implied gun use, panic attack, nonconsensual touching, implied bone breaking, cursing

inspired in part by @whump-me-all-night-long (i love your stuff btw!)

Marcus looked up from his book at the sound of the door knocking. He stared at the door for a while, irritated. He knew exactly who was at the door, what he was going to say, and what he wanted.

He should have expected this sooner, to be honest. Chloe had gotten out of her so-called “prison”, as she liked to call his house, many months ago. Marcus had broken a deal with a very powerful person, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a bit worried.

A lot of money was on the line with keeping his sister and the police station quiet. Their town was small, and Marcus had quite a bit of power when it came to his job, but surprisingly enough, his little sister was the bigger problem to deal with. Marcus hadn’t expected her to be smart enough to find her phone and learn his schedule, so when she did, he expected an angry phone call from his high school friend.

The call came eventually, but Aaron wasn’t angry. He was amused, and strangely cheerful, telling him about how Chloe “came to the rescue” and only got herself and her twin brother into even more trouble. Marcus’s only concern was the money, and his worries were relieved when Aaron said he’d still get to keep his bribe as long as the police stayed quiet.

But Marcus knew they’d get out eventually. It was two against one, and no matter how strong Aaron was, he knew how inseparable his younger siblings were. They were a good team, as much as he’d like to deny it. Ben was a wimp, but he was clever and could get into someone’s head. On the other hand, Chloe was pretty dense when it came to understanding other people (besides her twin), but she could definitely beat someone up. They were bound to escape eventually.

That’s why Marcus knew who was at the door. They got out, and Aaron was here to take his money back. Or kill him. Damn it.

Another knock at the door snapped the man out of his trance. He sighed deeply and approached the door, opening it to find his old friend, smiling at him. No surprise there. “Hello, Marcus.”

“They got out, didn’t they?” Marcus sighed. “I told you it’d happen.” He stepped aside to let Aaron in. Marcus noticed a slight limp in his walking. The blond moved his hair out of his face and took a seat on his couch. He nodded.

“Unfortunately, yes.” Aaron gestured to his leg. “Benny decided it would be cute to shoot me in the leg after his little bitch sister tackled me to the ground.” He chuckled. “Such spitfires, those two.”

Marcus didn’t laugh, rolling his eyes and moving to sit on the coffee table. “So they’re gone then, right? No idea where they could be?” He crossed his arms. “And I assume you want your money back.”

Aaron’s grin grew as he leaned over to lie down on his side, resting his head on his hand. “Not exactly. True, I have no idea where my little toys ran off to. But I think you can help me find out.” He sat up again. “So here’s how this is gonna work. I can take all the money away, leaving you with basically nothing from your shitty paying job.” He leaned in closer. “Or, I can double your pay if you can get your little cop team to help me find them.” Aaron leaned back on the couch, crossing one leg over the other. “What’s it gonna be, Marc?”

Marcus’s eyes widened. Double the money would be insane, but so would be getting his team to help him find Ben and Chloe while keeping it all under the table. With that much money, though, he could do a whole lot of bribing...

“...Okay, I’ll do it. Just get out of my house, you creep.”

Ben was smiling as he got ready in the bathroom. He had a date with his boyfriend for their 6 month anniversary, and he wanted to impress him. He knew Ethan would go all out, so he at least wanted to look good for him too. Chloe was in the living room when her brother came out of the bathroom and gathered his things. Chloe looked up and smiled when she saw him.

“Damn, you look great! Ethan’s not even gonna recognize you,” she joked. Ben laughed and rolled his eyes.

“Ha ha. I’ll be back at around nine, I’ll let you know if anything changes.” Chloe nodded, they said their goodbyes, and Ben made his way to Ethan’s house to pick him up.

The night was everything Ben could ask for. Ethan looked great as ever, melted when he saw how he made himself up, and they had a nice dinner. It was calm, and romantic, and stress free. It was perfect.

They ended up waiting a bit longer for their food than they thought, so Ben decided to call his sister and let her know he’d be a bit late to get home. His good mood faltered a bit when she didn’t answer. She always answered her phone, and when she didn't...

“Something wrong?” Ethan was looking worriedly at Ben, holding his hand across the table. Ben nodded.

“Y-Yeah, Chloe just isn’t answering her phone. I hope she’s okay...” Ben squeezed Ethan’s hand, not noticing he was shaking slightly. Ethan squeezed back gently.

“I’m sure she’s okay. If you wanna go back home we always can.” Ethan looked into his eyes reassuringly. “She’d call if something was wrong, right?”

Ben nodded, wanting to believe him. He stared at his phone the entire time they waited for the check to arrive, still getting no call back. He called twice more before they left, with no response. A pit grew in his stomach. Something was definitely wrong.

The drive home was silent and miserable as Ben’s anxiety grew. Ethan’s hand was on Ben’s leg the whole time, trying to soothe him, and if he wasn’t so clouded by fear, it would have helped.

Ben shakily opened the door with his keys and stepped inside, Ethan following close behind. Chloe wasn’t on the couch. “Chloe? I’m home, did you get my calls?” He yelled out. He listened carefully.

His heart stopped as he heard muffled yelling from upstairs.

Oh no. Oh god, no.

Ben scrambled up the stairs with Ethan behind him, filled to the brim with fear. “Chloe?!” He called again, barging into the room where he heard the muffled voice.

Ben gasped and clapped his hand over his mouth. His sister was tied to her own bed, gagged, and covered in bruises.

“Holy shit, Chloe! What happened?!” Ethan exclaimed and ran to her, trying to untie her. She screamed and desperately shook her head. Ben was frozen in shock. He thought everything was okay, and now he was back to the terrible place he worked so hard to escape from.

Ethan managed to remove the gag from Chloe’s mouth, avoiding the bruises on her face. She gasped for air. “Ethan, you need to grab Ben and get the fuck out of here NOW.” Ethan had never seen Chloe afraid before.

“I can’t just leave you here! Who even did this to you?!” Ethan demanded, trying to untie her. Chloe shook her head.

“Please, Ethan, you need to go. Please just leave me here, I’m not what he wants, this is a trap, just please RUN!” She yelled back. Ethan ignored her and persistently tried to free her.

Ben didn’t know what to do. He wanted to help but he couldn’t hear anything, or see anything, or talk, or breathe, or move. He was so out of it that he didn't notice the door closing behind him. He didn’t notice Ethan turning around and yelling at him to move. He didn’t even notice the arm wrapping around him, or the hot breath against his neck.

“Welcome home, Benny.”

The nickname brought him back to his senses and he was suddenly screaming, trying to rip himself away from the monster he wished was dead. He was sobbing as he was brought back to his own personal hell that he thought he had escaped forever. But the grip on his waist was too strong, and he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Get away from him!” Ethan shouted, rushing at the taller man. Aaron smirked and used his free hand to punch Ethan in the nose, sending him to the ground.

“So you’re the boyfriend, huh? Damn, Benny, you really need to get higher standards,” Aaron said loudly over Ben’s screaming. He looked over to Chloe. “What? Not gonna talk back this time? Finally scared of me, babe?” He laughed as Chloe remained silent and glared straight through Aaron’s soul.

Aaron decided he was tired of Ben’s constant struggling and grabbed something out of his pocket. He dragged him to the wooden chair that sat next to Chloe’s bed and pushed him down into it, using handcuffs to lock him in. He also grabbed the gag from the floor and secured it back in Chloe’s mouth before returning his attention to Ben.

“You look so pretty in chains, baby,” Aaron murmured, leaning over him. Ben shrunk under his former captor’s gaze, tears flowing freely from his eyes. Aaron grinned and drew his fist back, landing a punch right onto Ben’s left eye. Ben cried out in pain and squeezed his eye shut, whining when it was too painful to open it again. “Now you look even prettier.” Aaron stroked his hair.

He then stepped away from Ben for a moment to look at the beautiful mess he created. His prized possession finally back where he belonged in front of him, his “savior” looking off to the side with guilt and tears in her eyes, and Benny’s new little boyfriend bleeding on the ground and moaning in pain. Everything was perfect.

Aaron went to the closet to retrieve something. “You must be confused, Benny. Let me explain some things to you, because I’m so nice.” He smiled when he found what he was looking for: the baseball bat he used to...calm Chloe down when he arrived.

“Your brother’s been a real good friend,” Aaron explained, pacing around the room. “He helped me find you. He’ll do pretty much anything for money, it’s kind of funny how desperate for cash that man can be.” He laughed. “Anyway, he did some investigating and found out that Chloe’s little girlfriend was involved.” Chloe tensed. “He interrogated her, but she wasn’t much help. Clearly. So we took matters into our own hands, dug a little deeper, and bribed the jet pilot that brought your asses here.”

Ethan groaned and tried to get up, but a kick to the stomach kept him down. Ben struggled when he saw his boyfriend get hurt, but he was too weak to do anything about it. All he could do was keep listening to the demon in front of him, looking all the more threatening with that bat on his shoulder. Aaron continued.

“It was pretty easy to find you from there. Used the girlfriend’s phone to track yours, and I watched you for a week or two. Heard all about the anniversary.” Aaron frowned at the last part but collected himself. “So that’s how I knew Chloe here would be nice and alone...” He approached Chloe and sat on the bed next to her, running his hand through her hair and ignoring her trying to pull away. “...so we could have some fun before you got here.” Chloe looked sick.

Ben was trying to process everything he was hearing. He thought everything was going to be okay when they escaped, that no one would be able to track them...boy, was he wrong. The “fun” comment snapped him out of his trance for a moment and he looked up fearfully at Aaron.

“Wh...What do you mean by...”

Chloe’s eyes stared blankly to the side as tears threatened to fall. Aaron only smiled and narrowed his eyes at Ben. “I think you can put the pieces together, Benny.” Just to add kindling to the flames, he reached over to Chloe’s chest and grabbed. Chloe whimpered and Ben’s eyes widened.

“Stop! D-Don’t touch her like that, please!” Ben cried, struggling again. He was mortified, and disgusted with himself. He let this happen.

“It’s a bit too late for that, Benny.” Aaron loved how his little pet recoiled at the nickname. “But you can still stop it from happening again...I’d hate for you to have to watch me hurt your new little fucktoy, too.”

Ben tried to calm his breathing as he looked up at Aaron. “...What do I have to do?” He believed he already knew the answer.

Aaron grinned and stood up to approach Ben once again, baseball bat still dragging behind him. He grabbed Ben’s chin with his hand. “Come back to me,” he whispered, a low rumble in his voice. “And I won’t lay another finger on them.”

Ben sobbed and hung his head. He couldn’t believe this. He had to go back to his prison, his worst fear, his hell. All of the work he put into his recovery would be destroyed, and it was already faltering at that moment. But he had to protect his loved ones, or it would be worse torture for him than anything Aaron could ever do to him.

Ben nodded. Aaron smiled.

“Perfect,” Aaron purred, standing up and brandishing the bat. “Now, before we get started, I think you need to learn a little lesson.” He raised the bat and relished in the horror in Ben’s eyes as he aimed at his kneecap.

“It’s not very nice to shoot people in the leg.”

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idolistic-dreams · 4 years

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Lurking in the Dark; 9

♥︎ Genre: Vampire au, lots of angst, fluff, maybe some smut later on.

♥︎ Pairing: Vampire! Jaehyun x Reader

♥︎ Warnings: Language, violence, mentions of blood.

♥︎ Word Count: 3K

♥︎ A/N: Again, sorry this took forever, at least it wasn’t as long a wait as some chapters :’) Schools keeping me busy.

1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8

Spinoffs following the series; Serious // Hesitation // Believe

Days had passed without a single word or visit from any of the boys. You were starting to become concerned and you could tell it was taking a toll on all of your friends. Two days after the stormy night you had all started acting like zombies, walking around the apartment without a word and only getting up for necessities.

“I can’t keep doing this,” Melody was the first to break the silence, five days in. She pulls at her hair in annoyance and lets out a groan.

“Do we really have a choice?” Hana’s voice is oddly quiet, the silence from the past five days having an effect on her tone.

“Usually I’d be the one to say yes and drag us all out to the cemetery… but I don’t think I want to get killed by vampires today, so no,” you sigh, pulling your knees to your chest, sinking into the couch for comfort.

“I don’t think I’ve ever known you to back down from a challenge,” Hana smiles softly, and you know she’s not suggesting you make a plan but instead trying to lighten the mood. You smile back and roll your eyes.

“I’m tough, but not vampire tough,” you say. Silence washes over the five of you again, Mei looks out of the window, having not said a word. Prita walks in from her room, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“Pri, you realize it’s 2 in the afternoon, right?” Melody looks at her in concern.

“Not like we’re on any schedule or going anywhere,” Prita mumbles back, looking uncharacteristically grumpy.

“Guys—”

“No need to be so grumpy Pri,” Melody frowns at her friend.

“Uh, guys?”

“Sorry, I thought not being able to leave your apartment for almost a week and not seeing your boyfriend was reason enough to be grump,” Prita retorts.

“GUYS,” Mei finally yells in annoyance.

“What?” The rest of you all turn to her at once.

“There are two guys that I’ve never seen walking into our building,” her voice is so quiet, you almost don’t hear her.

“You’ve been people watching too much,” Prita rolls her eyes, still grumpy.

“Exactly, which is why I know these guys aren’t from around here. I’ve seen enough people go in and out of here to figure that much out,” Mei looks concerned.

“Shit, do you think… Do you think it’s the other vampires? How the hell would they find us?” Your eyes widen.

“Why the hell would they come up here in the middle of the day though?” Hana looks confused.

“Because it’s more unexpected…” Melody looks grim.

“Everyone stay quiet and go to my room,” You look at the four of them and start walking as quickly and quietly as you could. Once you were all inside, just as you were shutting the door, you hear a knock from the front door. Your eyes widen and you quickly lock the door and grab the bat you kept by it, slowly backing away. Suddenly you all hear the front door being kicked in. You try your hardest not to make a noise, but you’re terrified.

“No point in hiding girls, we can smell you… Hear your heartbeats,” a deep voice remarks creepily. Your grip on the bat tightens, ready to swing. You see Melody shaking beside you with a pair of scissors in her hand. You all watch silently as they try moving the doorknob. Unfortunately, a locked door did little to stop a vampire. The door bursts open and hangs awkwardly half off of its hinges as the two vampires stride in.

“Well well well, what a pretty bunch,” The one who had spoken before looks over all of you in a way that made your skin crawl. He looked just as creepy as he sounded, with his dark, sunken eyes and crooked smirk, “And courageous too. It’s a shame we have to kill you, otherwise I turn you and make you all my little pets.”

“Go to hell,” you growl, sounding more confident than you felt. You’re ready to swing the bat the second he moves any closer. The guy behind him lets out a laugh and pushes his messy bangs back so he can look you in the eyes.

“You first, princess,” his ice blue eyes send a chill down your spine. The first one moves closer and you quickly swing the bat, but he catches it with ease. He yanks it from your grip, causing you to fall forward from the force.

“Did you really think that would work?” He smirks down at you. Just as he’s about to lift his foot to kick you, Melody rushes forward and drives the scissors towards his heart. She barely manages to cut him before the other guy has her pinned to the wall by her throat.

“LET HER GO!” You scream, looking at your cousin struggling to breathe.

“You little bitch… you really think some scissors can kill me?” The guy towering over you turns to her before looking back at you and pulling you up by your hair. His grip sends a searing pain through your scalp and you claw at his hand.

“Get off of me. Let. Her. Go!” You growl, watching angrily as Melody started to look as if she was going to pass out. Prita looks at you and then turns to rush over and knock herself into the guy holding Melody, causing her to fall from his grasp coughing and trying to get her breath back. Just as the guy is about to turn and grab Prita, a voice cuts in.

“Lay a hand on another one of them and I’ll make sure your death is as slow and painful as possible,” Taeil stands in the doorway, with two boys you’d never seen right behind him.

“I don’t understand how you could trust humans so easily and blindly,” the guy gripping your hair talks, still holding tight. He moves you out in front of him so Taeil can see your face, “Don’t you see they were trying to kill us?’

“Only because you attacked them first. You’ve been here for weeks. If they wanted to kill you or warn people about our kind they would have by now,” one of the guys behind Taeil speaks up.

“Your ways are outdated and largely unaccepted. Just because some mates are still human doesn’t mean we can’t trust them,” Taeil looks down at you then over to Melody and something dark flashing in his eyes, “Jungwoo, grab the girls and get them out of here.”

The one who’d spoken moments ago steps from behind Taeil and blocks the other vampire who had choked Melody, motioning for the girls to exit the room.

“What do you think you’re doing?” The guy he’s blocking pushes into him. From the way he looked, you could tell that Jungwoo wasn’t exactly the kind of person who cared to get violent, but the look in his eyes would make you think otherwise. He turns to the guy and looks him dead in the eyes.

“I’m protecting my clan,” he growls before ripping the other guy’s heart out in the blink of an eye. Your eyes widen in shock and you feel as though you’re about to puke. Hana screams and Mei looks faint, as she clutches Hana for support. As the guy’s body drops to the floor, the one gripping your hair pulls you closer to him, his fangs almost grazing over your neck. Tears stream down your face as you feel his breath against it.

“Oh, you’ve done it now,” you can hear the smirk in his voice as his fangs start to poke your neck. Before he can bite though you’re being pulled from his arms and against Taeil’s chest. The man flies back against the wall groaning.

“Funny you think you would stand a chance against me,” Taeil says steadily. He releases you and lightly pushes you behind him, into the arms of the guy who was standing quietly and waiting. Jungwoo ushers the others out of the room and grabs you as he leads you all to the living room. From the noise in your bedroom, you can tell Taeil had taken the guy out quickly. He and the third guy join you all in the living room.

“We have to get you girls out of here,” is all Taeil says.

“W-wait,” you grab his arm with a shaking hand before he can walk away, “What… What’s going on? Who are these guys?” You shakily wipe tears from your eyes as Taeil looks at you and lets out a deep sigh.

“This is Jungwoo and Yukhei. They’re newer members we recruited recently when we realized how bad this situation was becoming,” He starts to walk, signaling for you to follow him. As you all walk out of the building to the parking lot he continues to explain, “When we got back that day from explaining everything, the other group was extremely suspicious. They wanted to know why so many of us had randomly gone off without a word and all came back at once even though we left separately. They started to question everyone. We all made the decision to stay away for a bit in hopes that they would drop it and think it was nothing.”

“That clearly didn’t work,” you frown.

“No, it didn’t. Things got tense and we told them leave our territory, but it only caused more problems. They left, telling us we’d regret it,” Taeil stopped in front of your car, “It was at that moment I realized they had probably found where you guys were. So right after they left, we split up to follow them out and see if any of the strayed off course.”

“If you were following them then why did you even let them get into the apartment?” Melody cries, rubbing her now bruising neck.

“I went alone. I had to rush back to grab backup when I realized where they were going. I moved as fast as I could,” you can tell he’s upset he hadn’t gotten to you sooner. He looks up and unlocks your car. You hadn’t even realized he had grabbed your keys on the way out.

“Get in, I’m going to take you to the house and we’re going to keep you there. Jungwoo, clean up the bodies. Yukhei, follow me to make sure we aren’t being followed,” Taeil gets in your driver’s seat and the rest of you pile up in the back.

After driving for some time to the outskirts of town, Taeil pulls off onto a secluded road. After what seemed like ages, the trees on the sides of the road opened to reveal a large, dark house. As he parks, the boys come flooding out from the front door.

“Y/N!” Jaehyun catches you as you rush out of the car and fling yourself into his arms.

“Jae!” You hold him tightly, burying your face in the crook of his neck. He whispers calming words in your ear and runs a hand through your hair which causes you to wince in slight pain. He frowns and looks at Taeil, holding you a little tighter.

“What the hell happened?” You hear Johnny growl, assuming he had seen the bruises forming on Melody’s neck.

“These two guys… they broke into the apartment. We tried to fight them off… thankfully Taeil got there just in time,” your voice was quiet as you spoke.

“Of course, you would try to fend off vampires,” Jaehyun breathes out and you can almost hear a smirk in his voice, “You can’t fight off vampires baby.”

“It was worth a shot…” you let go of him enough to turn in his arms to look at everyone. You watch as Johnny takes Melody inside to take care of her. You look over at Prita, crying in Yuta’s arms. Hana and Mei looked as though they were still in shock, trembling in the arms of their mates. You hated how this had happened.

“Let’s get inside,” Jaehyun pulls you along into the house, taking you through the entry hall into a living room area. Taeyong was waiting there for you, leaning against the fireplace. Jaehyun pulls you down into his lap as he sits in a chair. The rest of the clan slowly trickles in, looking to Taeyong.

“What’s going on Taeyong… what are we supposed to do?” You look at the leader, watching as he paces.

“I can’t let what happened to my mate happen to any of you. We’ve gotten rid of them for now but they’re really after our territory… and now probably after you girls too,” Taeyong looks grim. It’s quiet for a few minutes as he thinks, everyone waiting for him to say something. Finally, he continues, “We can protect you all here, we have to keep an eye on you now.”

“I mean our apartment is wreaked anyway so I don’t really mind…” You let out an exasperated sigh. Jaehyun pokes you in the side, signaling that this isn’t a time to joke.

“D-didn’t you say that… that they only want to kill us cause we’re humans and they feel threatened by that?” Hana speaks for the first time in the past hour.

“Well, yes technically that’s why. That, and because they want our territory so they’ll do anything they can to affect us. Including going after mates,” Taeyong stops pacing and looks at her.

“So, what if we were vampires too?” She squeezes Sicheng’s hand as she looks at him next to her, “Then you guys won’t have to worry about losing us as much right?”

“No-“ “Not happening!” “Do you realize what that means?” All the guys start to protest at once.

“You’ve barely lived. Most of us didn’t have a choice when we were turned. That’s not a decision you make lightly,” Johnny runs a hand down his face with a groan.

“Yeah, this isn’t exactly the ideal life, granted some of our situations are a little different,” Jeno sends a glare around the room, stopping specifically on Jaehyun and Yuta.

“Stop giving us the death glare, at least we didn’t kill you,” Yuta rolls his eyes.

“Only because of Y/N being Jaehyun’s mate,” Donghyuck yells from the back of the room.

“Wait, you would have killed them?” You look at Jaehyun, confused.

“Okay look! Enough arguing about it. Girls, they’re right. It’s not an easy life and most people don’t choose it directly. With mates of course it does get more complicated if you aren’t already a vampire,” Taeil steps in to shut everyone up.

“You could be giving up the kind of life you may want outside of this, like Johnny said, this isn’t something to be taken lightly,” Taeyong crosses his arms with a sigh.

“Well then let’s talk about it and figure it out,” you look him in the eyes, completely serious. Everyone turns to you, slightly shocked.

“Wait seriously? A few months ago, you wanted nothing to do with Jaehyun and now you’re actually taking this into consideration?” Doyoung looks at you like you’ve grown an extra head.

“I know that sounds a little crazy coming from me, but you should be proud I want to actually talk about it and that I’m not just making a decision,” you roll your eyes.

“That’s not a bad idea, we can weigh out the pros and cons,” Herin backs you up. You smile at her in return.

“Okay then, let’s start throwing them out,” Taeyong leans back against the wall in front of everyone.

“We’ll be stronger, so you guys won’t have to worry about protecting us all the time. What happened today wouldn’t happen again,” you start.

“While you’re not completely wrong, new vampires aren’t as strong as older ones. It’s something that grows over time,” Jaehyun says, running a hand up and down one of your arms.

“Okay well, what about the fact that we know we want to be with you guys, and we’re meant to be together? The only way we end up together forever is if we’re vampires too, right?” Melody’s voice is faint as she speaks. You’re a little surprised she felt that strongly considering your cousin hadn’t been involved in any of this until recently. You knew she had a point though.

“Well it’s not like we have to turn you right now. We have quite a few years before you actually start aging,” Taeil looks over to her as he speaks.

“What if we don’t care to wait and we’re sure about it?” Prita counters.

“Think about the fact that you have to drink blood to survive. You’re weakened by the sun. You live forever which means you have to watch your whole family die basically,” Mark argues against her.

“Speaking of families, if you’re vampires you stop aging so you’ll have to let your family go before they start to see you aren’t getting any older,” one of the boys you recognize from the apartment earlier, Yukhei, speaks up.

“It can really suck not getting to see your family, or your friends,” Jaemin frowns thinking back on the past year without you and Hana in his life. The boys who had been turned a little over a year ago would know that pain better than anyone.

“If we were turned now, our parents wouldn’t have to know. We’d have a few years to spend with them and come to terms with it,” You say confidently. You feel like you could be okay with it as long as you had the time to say goodbye, though the idea still hurt a lot.

“They’re making good points Taeyong. Not only that, but if they do turn, we would have more vampires and that clan would be much less likely to try and take our territory. They’re already slightly outnumbered, we could widen that gap,” Ten, who you rarely seemed to see, adds in.

“Let’s take a few days to think about it, and we can come to a group decision then. Is everyone okay with that?” Taeyong looks around the room at his clan. Everyone nods in agreeance, “We’ll talk about this again in three days then. For now, get some rest.”

You sigh and sink back into Jaehyun’s arms as everyone disperses. He holds you close, resting his chin on your shoulder as he speaks, “We have a lot to think about now, don’t we?”

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 4 years

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Missin’ You is Terrible- Part 1: Missin�� You

Calum isn’t looking for deep feelings, just for some fun. But he’s pretty sure friends with benefits isn’t supposed to go like this. Black!Female Reader.

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I’m in your city.

It is not his smoothest line. Even as he drafts the message, he wears a doopy ass grin, giggling to himself. He can imagine her eye roll, the purse of her lips, the tsk of her tongue sliding over the roof of her mouth and the back of her teeth. He watches the gray bubbles appear on his screen, the circles shifting from light gray to dark gray as he imagines her fingers tapping away at the screen.

What’s that supposed to mean to me, Hood?

Calum scoffs. She likes giving him a hard time. I have a day off here too.

You still haven’t answered my question.

She’s already starting. She’s going to make him say it, make him beg for it already. He’d normally hate this. He was normally direct. If he wanted sex, he’d say so. If he didn’t, he knew how to open his mouth. But she made this different. She made this fun. She’d play annoyed, unphased, but he knows that deep down her gut twisted just like his. He knows that no matter how many times she faked annoyance, she’d crack. Her giggle would escape her in tufts and she’d snort sometimes. But only sometimes. He can see the grin on her face, the way she’s tugging her lip between her teeth.

Her teeth, fuck. He loves the feeling of her teeth grazing over his bottom lip. Even better than that though is the feeling of her teeth sinking into his flesh, his lip, tugging it a little. The mere thought leaves him nearly moaning in the dressing room. He taps away to reply, It means you should be at the show and pick me up tonight.

Well lucky for you, a very nice man sent me tickets. I will be at the show.

Calum stares at his screen. He waits. Is she going to confirm that she’ll pick him up? He asked her to the show, but didn’t really confirm if they would see each other. He wasn’t sure what her schedule would look like and didn’t want to be too demanding. He groans when nothing comes through for a solid minute or two. You’re an ass.

But you like my ass.

I do. I really fucking do. Calum bites down on his lips, inhaling deeply as the bubbles appear again.

I’ll pick you up after the show. But you’re going to have to either get me access to the back of the venue or hike your cute ass to event parking.

Calum pushes to his feet. He’d rather not be seen walking to her car. It’s nothing against her. He just knows the second fans catch an ounce of suspicious activity, they will run a mile with it. He’s always kept a low profile, no matter how hard it was. He presses the phone to his ear, reaching for his bag. He rips a page from his journal. She answers on the second ring.

“What kind of car do you drive?” he asks. She rattles of the brand and make. Calum writes it down. “Plate number?”

“What’s this for? You know my car.”

“It’s for security, so they know I’m not walking to some fucking strangers car. They’ll probably escort me, but still they might ask or want need it to make sure who are who you say you are.”

“Just tell them it’s the hella attractive girl.”

Calum laughs. “Yeah because that narrows it down so well.”

“Wouldn’t it be easier if I got you from the hotel in the morning,” she offers.

Calum shakes his head, walking to over to one of the bodyguards. “That’s too long.”

“You’ll be exhausted after your show.”

“I’m always exhausted, babycakes.”

She exhales hard, the phone crackle a little. He knows what that nickname does to her. “You’re in for it now,” she whispers. “You’re dead in the water, Hood.” The call ends. Calum’s not even shocked. He slides his phone back into his pocket, handing over the information he has. He describes her, maybe a little too in depth but the guard doesn’t say anything about it.

They talk to the head coordinator and event staffing. It’s not until an hour or so after soundcheck that Calum gets confirmation that a someone will be on the lookout for her car and will escort him. He’d fight against this, but knows he’ll ultimately lose that battle.

“You’ll be back to the hotel in time for the drive right?”

Calum nods. “Of course.”

Then with a bit of smirk and a wink, the guard adds, “Just don’t get into too much trouble.” The laugh bubbles up in his chest, spilling past his lips. Calum shakes his head at the antic. If he only knew how much trouble, Calum would be getting into.

Calum’s not sitting on the couch, more like laying against it, though is butt is still technically in a sitting position, Michael giggling at him. He flips him off, teasingly. “Leave me alone, Clifford.” Then in responds slides in further from his barely upright position.

“It’s your back you’re breaking,” Michael chuckles and then goes back to his phone.

Calum’s phone vibrates against his stomach. He pushes back up to see the notification. New iMessage- A-1. It’s an inside joke. She’a A-1 and he’s Steak Sauce, though in her phone it’s spelt like S-O-S a joke off the band acronym. She was way too pleased with herself over the pun. Calum doesn’t have the heart to tell her how cheesy it is, so he lets himself forever reside in her contacts as SteakSOS and gets a chuckle every time he happens to see it.

He slides to unlock the notification and a shaky breath leaves him. Fuck, fuck, of course. It shouldn’t even make him this hot and bothered, but what he did not think would happen is that he’d open that message to a video. It’s just a video of her hand, pulling up fishnet thigh highs. But her nails are shaped into a point and painted a pretty yellow against the warm red depths of her brown skin. He watches as she flexes, gripping at unclothed thigh before the video ends. He can feel the way the sharp point digging into his shoulders now. He can imagine that way her fingers feel dancing across his skin.

He plays it again, there’s no sound--he’s thankful. Another message follows it. Did I spend two hours at a nail salon just to send you that? Yes I did. Did I spend another thirty minutes trying to fucking record one handed? Sure did, angel.

Angel. His heart nearly stops as he exhales shakily again at the nickname. “You alright?” Michael asks. His tone rings with amusement. When Calum meets his eye, he can see the smile decorating Michael’s face. He knows, Calum figures. It’s not like Calum’s exactly hidden this friendship, friends with benefits relationship, from the boys. But he tries not to make it so obvious.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Calum says with a chuckle. It’s breathy and nowhere near convincing. But Michael doesn’t push it. He smiles with a nod. Whatever is happening, Michael knows Calum will be sporting marks come tomorrow.

You’re not just trying to kill me. You’re trying to swallow me fucking hole huh?

In more ways than one, she replies.

Calum groans, throwing his head back into the cushions. “I hate her,” he laughs to himself. He sits there, reliving their last meeting. They were in his car, sitting at the edge of the beach, watching over into the water. Or more like the water was watching them fog up the windows.

His brain wonders down all the random assortment of memories of them together. He lands on their first meeting. Calum started noticing her about a year and a half ago. She went to the same coffee shop that he frequented. She was always hunched over some stack of paper, always tapping away at her computer. He always wanted to ask her what she was doing. But he found himself afraid, always choosing to watch from afar as she typed away, as she scratched words onto the page. She looked endearing with three red pens stuck in her hair.

Then one day, he caught her, head resting on her forearms. He didn’t want to disturb her, but he did notice some kids eyeing her things. So he went over and sat across from her while he waited for her drink. Make it seem like they were together. He didn’t have anything planned for the day. He just needed some coffee. He didn’t mean sitting there, just to make sure that her belongings didn’t get stolen. After about twenty minutes, he noticed her stirring, so he gathered his empty cup. Calum was sliding his phone back into his pocket when she spoke. “Well, I haven’t just woken up from a nap. I have died and gone to fucking heaven.”

He snapped his head at her, the heat flooding his cheeks. He couldn’t really blush, it never really showed up. But god, did his face feel warm. “I’m sorry. You were sleeping and some kids looked like they were planning something. I sat down to try to and deter them. They left, but then I was worried someone else would try and come up. So I figured I’d sit here until you woke up.”

“Thank you. You’re a literal angel.”

They talked every all the time in the coffee shop. And then the coffee shop turned into bars. Bars turned into bedrooms. Bedrooms turned into the back of cars, the back of cars turned into her spending the night. Spending the night turned into baking at nearly two AM. Baking at nearly two AM turned into laying out in his backyard pondering the universe. Then she moved further up the Californian coast and out of the city to work for an independent publishing company; she’s happier there. Calum is glad for her. Just misses her two AM baking excursions.

Now, they rarely get to see each other. Now it’s Calum texting her, I’m in your city as if he didn’t make that two hour drive anytime he wanted to see her. But it’s fun this way. Things feel more intense this way. They turn out all the stops. Which leads Calum here, eyes closed, grinning like an idiot, the ghost of her touch tickling his skin. He pops off the couch, heading to the bathroom, phone in hand. Payback’s a bitch, he hopes she knows that.

He Facetimes her. No videos, no pictures. He has a strict rule against it. The call rings loudly, bouncing off the concrete walls. She picks up, only to see Calum’s tattooed hand rubbing over his crotch. He lets the sigh fall over his lips at the pressure. He’s needed this, he could feel tightness growing in his pants, the way his lower gut ached for release. He couldn’t give her that. But he could tease her; he could release some of the tension for his own benefit. A moan is building in him. He presses his lips together, refusing to crack just yet. But she knows.

“Let me hear you, angel,” she commands. “If you’re going to sit there and be this much of a gotdamn tease, at least give me the satisfaction of hearing your sweet moans.”

Calum could. He could give her that. But he won’t. He ends the call, exhaling hard. His phone is about to explode with messages from her. One message comes in, he feels the phone shake in his hand. Then another comes in. Then another. A fourth. A fifth. A sixth one. Calum grins to himself, finally taking his hand away from his crotch and then running it through his hair. He’s in trouble now.

It’s while the boys and he are eating a small dinner before the show that his phone buzzes again. It hasn’t buzzed in a while after her rant about him being “a motherfucking ass”. I’m at the venue. She describes where’s she’s parked, in a parking deck on the back side of the venue stating “if she were any higher up, she’d touch God and any further back she’d revert herself to the 1950’s”. Calum alerts a bodyguard who takes an event security guard to investigate where she is.

That’s not very descriptive, you know, Calum replies.

Another text comes in, about ten minutes later. Clearly it was, because I can spot two of your goons headed for my car.

_________

Calum can’t spot her in the crowd. He tries, looking up the upper levels of the venue. But he can’t see anything clearly. He wishes he could but that’s not going to happen with lights. It’s when Luke gets a talking break that the flashing lights die down. But he can’t see through the haze. He takes out an inner ear, trying listen for her voice. But doesn’t catch anything. Then he gets to talk. “How are you guys doing tonight?” The crowd roars to life. He repeats the question. “I asked, how are you guys doing tonight!” he adds emphasis to the last word, shouting into the mic.

Then he hears her, right as the crowd is starting to settle down. Just as clear as a bell, “I can’t scream any louder. I’m waiting for ‘Valentine’ to lose my shit.”

He laughs into the microphone, looking for her in the crowd again. He think he spots her, in a bright yellow shirt. “You’re going to be waiting a little bit then, ba-,” The nickname almost falls off his lips. He almost lets it slip through his lungs, but he catches it right on the edge of his tongue and swallows it back down. “But we’ll get there. I promise. Right now, we’re slowing it down. Is it okay to slow it down for second?” Calum jokes around a bit with the boys as Michael strums before launching into Amnesia.

As they take their final bow, instruments still reverberating into the speakers, Calum looks out over the crowd for her one last time. He spots the yellow in the crowd again. But he can’t be sure it’s her. They exit the stage, the adrenaline still pumping through his veins. High fiving each other, still breathing hard after the show. He can’t wait to have her beneath his finger tips. Calum showers first. He knows he ought to eat something. But he’s not worried about that. He just needs her. He wonders to the bus, gathering the last of his things. He walks back with his traveler bag in his hand.

Ashton whistles. “Uh huh, who are you going to see?” He can smell the cologne on Calum.

“Nobody, man. Nobody,” Calum returns, nothing sliding his phone into his pocket.

“Nobody seems like a hell of a somebody

“Shut up,” Calum huffs, a chuckle falling from his lips as well.

“Still a lot of foot traffic. Might as well eat, give it another half an hour or so,” the bodyguard warns. Calum wants to say fuck it, but figures if he does, he’ll be spotted. “We’ll go the second it dies down.”

Calum nods and manages to get through most of his second dinner. It’s as the first drop hits his stomach that realizes how fucking hungry he actually is. True to his word, the second the venue is cleared, Calum follows behind the guard. He can hear as the stage is torn down, people’s voices echoing. Outside near the buses, they cut across the back, jaywalk over the shockingly clear road.

As they approach the top of the parking deck, Calum spots her figure in the shadows of the lamp posts. He grins, picking up his gait. He might as well run as the pace he’s half jogging. She pushes up from the hood of her car, starting towards him. Calum wraps her up in his arms, rocking the both of them side to side. She was in yellow. He buries his face into the crook of her neck, smiling against her skin, inhaling the faint scent of her hair products. Calum melts into her touch, the way she squeezes him, the hum of her effort falling over her lips.

This is a goddamn home away from home, here in her arms, Calum thinks to himself. They release each other. Calum stares down at her, lips turned up into a smile. His hands slide down her side, stopping at her hips. Her nails drag over the veins in his hands. “It’s been too long,” he whispers.

“Well Mr. Rockstar. My address is still the same.”

“I’m sorry.”

She grins, nails digging a little into the flesh of his hands. “You can make it up to me,” she states, pulling her hips from his grasp. Her boots make a soft clacking sound as she struts to her car, backwards. Her fingers slide over his. Calum hooks his middle finger around hers, so the contact isn’t lost. She readjusts the grip, hooking her pinky through his as they walk side by side. “You realize I nearly called you babycakes in front of the audience tonight right?” he asks, watch the light and shadows cross over her face.

“I know.”

“That would’ve been embarrassing.”

“For you, not for me.”

The inside of her car is warm, he notes. Very warm. She shrugs out of her jacket. “What were you cold or something?” he tease, poking at her thighs beneath the gaps in the fishnets. The black and white houndstooth pattern skirt looks flimsy. It’s all for the aesthetic, he figures, and he likes it. He just likes her, if he’s completely honest with himself. But he never is. Not in love anyway. He can’t afford to be completely honest.

“I didn’t want to greet you with a cold car. And my legs are freezing. I didn’t think it’d get this cool.”

He rubs his palm over her inner thigh, after putting his seatbelt on. She doesn’t shudder, doesn’t moan. She just smiles, her cheeks lifting as her bottom lip falls victim to her teeth. Calum leaves his hand there, buried in the heat of her inner thighs meeting. She descends the parking structure. “Long way home or sit through traffic?” she asks stopped at the exit.

“Long way,” he shrugs. He has nowhere to be right now of course. She squeezes his fingers with her thighs.

Calum brushes his thumb over the skin, also brushing up against her thinly covered sex. She mashes her lips together, making a left turn. He can’t feel anything. He won’t push it now. He’ll wait. “What made you decide to wear yellow, huh?”

“Wanted to stand out.”

“I was looking for you, you know?”

“Bet my big mouth was the fastest way to look for me.”

He chuckles, “It was.” His thumb hooks into the side of her panties. Her gasp is audible, she grips tighter at the steering wheel.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” she hisses softly. Calum doesn’t listen. He’s done with it. They’ve been driving for a few minutes now. He should’ve picked the traffic. At least she could’ve stopped. Not that going that way was completely risk free. Even though it would’ve been the tail end of it, they still could’ve gotten spotted together.

Dragging his middle finger up, he groans at the slickness coating his finger. “You really did miss me.”

Her laugh strikes him odd. It’s sad, quiet. This is unlike her. But she doesn’t speak. Calum teases his finger at her entrance. Slowly, he lets the digit slip inside. She shifts, the softest sound leaving her parted lips. “Talk to me babycakes,” Calum urges, pushing his finger as deep as he can. He’s breathless at the feeling of her sitting on his digit. She sits around his finger so well, pulling him deeper almost. He wishes it was his cock, but he’ll have to wait.

“I’d rather misbehave,” comes her response before she adds on, “Besides, you know it’s killing you. Have a taste.”

He already knows well enough what she taste like that slight saltiness. He can already taste it. He wonders if she remembers the way she tastes. Because if not he’s about to remind her. “Pull over,” he demands.

“We’re on back roads. The shoulder is very narrow.”

“How much longer?” he asks, curling his finger.

She hums, a chuckle falling over her throat. “Another ten, fifteen minutes if we don’t encounter any critters.”

Calum chuckles at the term. She might have left her home town, but her hometown has not left her. He decides not to risk it. “Can you handle this? Can you just still on my fingers?”

“Finger,” she corrects just like he knew she would. Calum pulls the one finger out before pushing a second one alongside it. Expelling all of the air in her lungs, she does her best not to make a sound. It’s not the first time he’s had his fingers deep in her while driving. Besides she has more important things to focus on like this fucking road. If she could spare the glance to Calum to throw daggers at him with her glare she would.

But she keeps her eyes on the road, his fingers deep in her aching core. He must love this, she thinks. Loves her wrapped around his fingers, whether it’s her tongue or her heat, it doesn’t really matter. As long as she is somehow wrapped around his finger, he is in heaven. She tightens her pelvic muscles, squeezing around his digits. Calum groans, head falling into the headrest. His stomach jumps.

“Do it again, please,” he breathes, rolling his head to look at her. She glances over. His face is a tad pink. He’s flushed already. She tightens around his fingers again. He is putty in her hands though his hands are the only that are milking her with his lazy curling inside.

It’s the longest five more minutes to pull into the driveway of her house. It was left to her in her grandmother’s will. Also another reason why she moved. The house isn’t much, one story but with a lot of space. The engine cuts off and Calum is leaning over the console, fingers still buried in her. His mouth brushes over hers. He doesn’t have the words, the breathe to speak his next thought. But it’s like she knows as her mouth seals over his. She pushes all the right buttons as her teeth sink into his bottom on. Calum hisses, pushing his fingers particularly hard into her. Her legs fall even farther apart.

Her nails dig into the muscles of his shoulders as they kiss. The points of pain are like small fires in his skin. Calum trails the tip of his tongue up her lips as he pulls away from the mess of lips, bites, teeth, and tongue. She pulls his fingers out of her, bringing his hand to her mouth. Through her lashes, she watches his face. Calum’s gaze is trained on the way his fingers glisten before the lights in the car go out.

He laughs, a huff of a chuckle. It’s silenced as she sucks his digits into her mouth. Calum’s mouth falls open, a moan falling from his throat. She runs her tongue between his fingers, cleaning every inch of them. He wants to kiss her. But he doesn’t want her to stop sucking on his fingers. Calum leans in, pulling his fingers from inside her mouth, but leaves them resting against her pouty lips.

“I wasn’t done,” she sighs.

He doesn’t respond, instead he kisses her, the tips of his own fingers brushing against his lips too. It’s nice for a moment and then she brings one digit back into her mouth, leaving Calum’s lips hovering over hers yet again. This is ridiculous. He wants to kiss her, just wants to feel her supple lips against his again. Who gives fuck if his own finger is in the way? Calum kisses her, over his own knuckle as her tongue massages the pad of his finger.

Calum’s not even sure when they made it inside her house. His senses too full of her, her scent, the way her skin feels, her moans, her groans, her sighs, the way his name sounds from her lips. He drops his bag in front of the her couch. “Thirsty?” she asks, toying out of her shoes.

Calum unzips his boots, watching her hips as she walks to her kitchen. His socks are a little slippery against the tile she has down, but he manages to catch up to her, taking her hips into his hand and pulling her back into his chest. She grinds down into his crotch, feeling the bulge. Sliding them down to the hem of her skirt, he pushes it up until the band of her panties are exposed. “The only thing I need is you,” he whispers, yanking at the flimsy material. She shudders, but steps out of them.

Calum steps away, hooking his pinky through hers. “Fix yourself. And c’mon.”

It takes a few seconds for her to get the skirt back down her legs, but she follows behind Calum as he wanders down the main hallway. As they enter her bedroom, she slides in behind Calum, wrapping her arms around his waist. Her fingers trail up underneath the sweatshirt. It should tickle, but Calum tenses for different. Her fingers trace the line of his pants and underwear until she pops the button. Her movements are slow but precise.

She pulls the material up. Calum helps her pull it up and over his head. She tugs at the t-shirt too. “I’ll be underdressed,” Calum laughs.

“Take it off, please?” She presses kisses through the cotton of the shirt. Calum pulls it up, tossing it to the heap with his sweatshirt.

Her nails run down his back ad Calum shudders. The pain will be coming next and the anticipation is killing him. He needs it. He needs it like he needs her to suck on his fingers again; he needs it like he needs to kiss her. He needs the pain just like he needs her, to be beneath above, beside her. It does not matter. Her touch is light, the pads of her fingers just barely touching. Then her nails are digging into his lower back. He grunts, fingers curling into fists. She doesn’t let up either.

With a growl, he spins around and pushes her into the wall. She collide with the wall with a particular loud thud. Calum cups the back of her head. “You okay?”

She nods. “But you’re not going to be,” she grin, hand running up his stomach and chest.

“What does that mean?”

Her fingers dance across his lips and Calum opens his mouth. Her eyes twinkle. He knows what order is next. Two of her fingers slip over his tongue. “Suck,” she whispers, staring into his warm brown eyes. They’re hidden a little behind a cloud of tiredness, but a thick layer of lust. His moan shakes against her fingers, but he hollows his cheek, pulling his head back a little. The tip of his tongue tickles against webbing of her hands, but he loves it. He loves the weight of her fingers on his tongue. He the slight string as she runs the tops of her nails over the rough of his mouth.

Calum grabs onto her wrist, holding her still, so he can run his tongue over each one of her digits. With her free hand, she reaches into his pants, grasping his length. Calum’s jaw falls slack at the grasps. He forgets all about her fingers in his mouth, placing his hands on the wall on either side of her head. She runs her hands down to his pants and pushes them down. Kneeling she tugs the pants down and helps him step out of them. “I am severely underdressed,” Calum pants.

He reaches a hand down and tangles his fingers into her hair, pulling her gaze up to his. “Strip, leave the fishnets.”

Still on her knees, she buttons the blouse, letting the material fall down her arms. She sit on her but, pushing her hips up with her core and heels. The material slides down over her calves. She sits propped up against the wall, legs spread open for Calum. Her core is soaked, leaking, creating a shine to her skin. Calum groans, dropping to his knees between her legs. He goes to lean in when she stops him with a foot to his chest. Calum runs his fingers up her skin. She plays at the necklaces hanging from his chest with her toe.

“Please don’t toy with me,” he begs, squeezing her thigh. “Please, babycakes.”

She drops her foot. Calum scoots back, pulling her into his lap. Her lips find his immediately. One and tangled in the hair at the back of her neck, Calum drifts his fingers to her clit. She shudders at the first contact, moving to his earlobe and biting down. “Fuck,” he whispers at the slight twinge of pain.

“I wanna ride you,” she whispers, kissing down his neck.

“Of course, babycakes. Just come around my fingers once. You know how much I love it.”

With a nod, she pushes off his lap. “I can do that, anytime, angel.” Pushing to his knees, Calum grabs her thighs and nudges her against the wall. Using his fingers he pulls back her labia and licks a stripe up her, sucking on her cit. “Goddamn,” she sighs. Calum inserts two fingers into her, pumping and curling at the inside of her. He needs her to unravel around his fingers. He needs to feel that squeeze one last time. He hasn’t felt that in so long. She moans from above him when he starts to kitten lick the bundle of nerves.

Nails scratching at his scalp, Calum moans against her mound as she tightens her grip. Her legs tremble. He presses her harder into the wall, curls faster, hits deeper inside her. “Fuck. Calum.” Her voice is strained. The muscle in her legs starts jumping, legs bouncing. Calum grins. This is it. This is it. She comes around him, a grunt falling over her lips. “Cal--” she chokes on her own breathe.

She contracts and releases around his finger. Calum groans, slowly his lapping. But leaves his fingers buried deep in her heat. When he pulls his fingers out, she sags, sliding down the wall. Fuck, she can’t breathe. God. She feels like she’s floating. It shouldn’t take thing long to come back down. Calum strokes her cheek with his clean hand, kissing across her face. If it doesn’t work, he’ll find a way to do a cold compress. “Come back to me, babycakes. Deep breathe.”

Her eyes slowly blink back open. Calum grins. “There you are.”

She laughs. “Unfortunately.”

“I need some help.”

Inhaling deeply, she lets her close drift close before opening them and exhaling. “What’s up, angel?”

Calum taps his fingers coated in her arousal against her lips. “Can you help me clean these?”

She opens her mouth, resting her tongue flat against his fingers. Calum bends down, licking off the otherside. Together they clean his fingers, tongue brushing every so often. Calum pulls his hand away. She captures his lip between her teeth again, pullling hard. He groans. “Can I ride you now?”

“I would say you you don’t have to ask twice, but you just did.”

He’s always like this. Always still sassy. “Just get the fuck on the bed.”

Calum stands first, helping her up. “You sure you can handle it.”

Playfully slapping his ass, she laughs. “I’m sure I can.” He acts like he hates this, sending a glare to her over his shoulder. But Calum loves this, loves that they can still be playful in sex. Opening her bedside drawer, he pulls out a condom. Her birth control is right on top of the nightstand. She’s still taking it. When he turns around, she’s sitting on the edge of the bed. She’s just watching him. Her gaze makes his gut flip again. What is she looking at?

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he chuckles, tearing opening the package.

“You said no to pictures. Lay back,” she comments, patting the mattress. Calum rolls the latex on and reclines into her plush pillows.

“Tell me,” he starts, watching her crawling up the length of body, pausing to kissing his thighs. “What were thinking about in the ride over here? When I asked--” the question stops on his tongue as her lips near his crotch. “When I asked if you missed me?”

“I’ll explain later, okay?” she whispers, lips ghosting over his cock. Calum goes to speak again until her nails dig into his hips. He moans. She continues to kiss up his body. She kisses and sucks a hickey onto his each collarbone.

“Please, God, please,” he whines. That’s all she needs before sinking down onto his length. “Fuck,” Calum swears, grabbing onto her hips. She grinds her hips against his, holding herself up by pressing her hands onto his chest.

“Tell me, angel, how’s the view?” she grins.

Calum reaches up for one of her breast, rolling the brown bud between his fingers. “It’s like heaven,” he pants. Calum wants more, but he knows to wait this out. His body feels like it’s on fire, but it’s a fire that continues to get stronger. Moving his fingers from her breast to her clit, he tries to help build her to faster to her second orgasm. The moment he touches her nerve, she snatches the hand away.

All movement is paused. “You want to fuck me huh? Is that what you want to do?”

“I want you to feel good. I--I want to make love to you.”

The phrase leaves her speechless. This hasn’t been about love. Or at least not on the surface, not with a label. It’s been a physical connection for sure. But the mental one has also been under the surface. Always felt, never talked about. Calum sees the shock on her face and takes this moment to get the upper hand. He hugs her close, before rolling them over. Her beneath him, still buried in her velvet heat.

“Can I?” he asks.

She nods. “Yes-yes.”

Calum kisses her, open mouthed before pulling out and slowly thrusting back inside her. She releases a small sigh in his ear as he thrusts inside. That’s a new sound. He thrusts slowly back into her. She releases it again. “Shit, you make the most beautiful sounds,” he whispers. He can’t get deep like this. So he pauses and places a pillow under her hips, brushing her knees to her chest.

She grips the sheets as Calum re enters her. “God, fuck.” She can feel him everywhere. Not just inside her, his body is pressed firmly against her. She can feel his chest against his, his breath ghosting over her skin as his face is buried her into neck. His hips roll at just the right angle that he brushes over her cit.

With very little warning, she cums beneath him, muscles tensing. Calum lifts his head to watch her face. The way her eyes screw up shut, the o she makes with her lips, the way her back arches off the bed. He loves this. He loves watching this. If he could record it, he would. To watch it over and over and over. Calum’s own orgams washes over him. He gives a final two thrusts before spilling over into the condom.

They stay meshed together, the metal brushing over her brown skin. He loves the way it looks. God, how he could stay here forever. But he can’t. “Can I kiss you?” she asks, not sheepish, but concerned, but hesitant, unsure.

“Of course.”

This kiss isn’t a clash of teeth, tongue or biting. It’s slow, and sensual. Almost loving. They part, Calum slowly pulling out of her. She pulls him alongside her into the bathroom. They clean themselves up, use the restroom. She leans up against the counter as Calum washes his hands. “I didn’t answer you when you asked if I miss you because I don’t just miss sex with you. I miss having you around.”

Calum pauses, hands still resting under the warm water. “I miss you too,” he whispers.

She shakes her head. “Not the same way.” She shouldn’t have been vulnerable with him. He can’t do it. It’s not his fault, fully. It’s the road, it’s the constant travel. It’s the always being away. It’s the past too. It’s the people before, it’s the cruelty of being of being so invasive, it’s this life as a person of color. It’s not all his fault, but some of it was, like the shutting people out, bottling up.

Calum quickly dries his hands, before following into the bedroom. She starts picking up her clothes and his. Calum stands bare at the threshold. “I know how you like your tea. 2 parts honey, one part sugar. You prefer black fruity teas. You despise coffee. But drink it because it’s the only thing that keeps you up for deadlines. You edit in coffee shops, but like writing in your backyard best. You prefer early morning to late nights. You like tequila over vodka which I’ll never understand. You hate twisting your hair, but like the way the curls look in the morning. You do pineapples when you’re lazy. You still can’t perfect the slicked down ponytail, but you still try. You’ve thought about doing a blow out but are too scared it’ll ruin your curl pattern again. You prefer shea butter moisturizers. You shop black owned every chance you get. You hate the fashion world, but still like designer shoes.

“You’ll shop a sale every chance you get. You donate half your closet twice a year to the domestic abuse shelter in honor of the women in your family. You volunteer at hospitals during Christmas because you like walking in as Storm and having the other black kids staring up at you in awe. You wished you cosplayed more. You play the piano well for someone that’s never learned a scale. Your voice is so fucking soulful and if I could get you to sing on one our songs, I think I’d die in the studio before you ever opened your mouth. I miss you too. I am listening. You’re one of the first people I want to tell good news too. You’re the first person I think of when I see a cute dog. I miss not being to talk in my backyard.”

“Then why the hell didn’t you say anything.”

“I didn’t know how. I hate being so far away from you. I like this--being normal. I wish I didn’t have to miss you. But I’d rather miss you than not have you at all.”

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Dialogue Prompts

These are just a compilation of dialogue prompts I have stumbled upon. I apologize for any repeats. I have tried to delete them but there are probably a few in the list.

- “…Or we could just get naked.”

- “…What is that even supposed to mean?”

- “A boy needs his Father.”

- “About the baby…It’s yours.”

- “Actually, I couldn’t care less.”

- “After all that? Yeah, I need a drink.”

- “Again, your point is?”

- “Again? Really?”

- “Alcohol’s the only constant in my life.”

- “All I can think about is ripping that dress off of you.”

- “All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.”

- “All I want is you. All I’ve ever wanted was you.”

- “All this and you want more?”

- “Always so fucking tight for me.”

- “Am I ever getting my sweatshirt back?” “Only if you take it off me yourself.”

- “Am I in trouble?” “Do you want to be?”

- “Am I supposed to be impressed?”

- “And I should care because…”

- “Apply pressure, I’ll be back soon.”

- “Are we just going to pretend nothing happened?”

- “Are you alright?” “Hm? Me? Oh, yeah. Cool as a cucumber.”

- “Are you blushing?”

- “Are you drunk?”

- “Are you getting jealous?”

- “Are you getting jealous?” “You’re changing your outfit now.”

- “Are you going to eye fuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?”

- “Are you going to say it or not?”

- “Are you going to yell at me too?”

- “Are you hitting on me?”

- “Are you pregnant?”

- “Are you really taking his side right now?”

- “Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”

- “Are you sure?”

- “Are you trying to flirt? Because, you’re embarrassing yourself.”

- “Are you warm enough?”

- “Are you…flirting with me?”

- “Aren’t you supposed to be the adult?”

- “Ask him out, what could be worst?”

- “At least I’m able to admit I was wrong – unlike you.”

- “At what point will we turn into suspects?”

- “Be a doll and kiss me.”

- “Be brave, sweetheart.”

- “Be careful.”

- “Be good for me, baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again.”

- “Be more careful next time. I don’t want to bandage you up again.”

- “Be serious for two minutes, please.”

- “Because I love you!”

- “Behave.”

- “Bend over.

- “Bite me.”

- “Bite me.” “If you insist.”

- “Build a bridge.”

- “But I thought you hated me.”

- “C’mere, I’ll keep you warm.”

- “Call me every day. I need to know you’re okay.”

- “Can I at least buy you a coffee? For old times’ sake.”

- “Can I at least take my shoes off before you pounce on me?”

- “Can I be of assistance?”

- “Can I hold your hand?”

- “Can I kiss you?”

- “Can I offer you a drink?”

- “Can I tell you a secret?”

- “Can I touch you?”

- “Can we just stay at home so I can fuck your brains out?”

- “Can we just stay in bed?”

- “Can we stay like this forever?”

- “Can we talk about this in private?”

- “Can you dance with me?” “You’re not mad?”

- “Can you go be stupid somewhere that’s away from me?”

- “Can you help me with this zipper?”

- “Can you just leave me alone?”

- “Can you shut up for five minutes, please?”

- “Can you stay the night?”

- “Can you stop being so stubborn and let me help you?”

- “Can’t you see that I’m a little busy right now?”

- “Care for a dance?”

- “Catch me if you can!”

- “Close the door.”

- “Come again?”

- “Come here, baby, let me rub your shoulders and help you relax.”

- “Come here, I want to show you something.”

- “Come here.”

- “Come over here and make me.”

- “Could he make you feel as good as I do?”

- “Could I at least get a head start or something?”

- “Could you ever be happy with me?”

- “Could you have sounded more sarcastic there?”

- “Cry me a river.”

- “Cuddle me.”

- “Dammit, my hands are shaking. Hold on, I’m super nervous.”

- “Dance with me and pretend the world doesn’t exist.”

- “Dance with me!”

- “Darling, don’t try that. You know it’ll never work.”

- “Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside of us while we live.”

- “Dedicate yourself to me or else.”

- “Define normal.”

- “Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself.”

- “Did I fucking stutter?”

- “Did I tell you how amazing you look today? Because you look absolutely stunning.”

- “Did you black out?” “I feel like I’m gonna puke.”

- “Did you ever clean the attic?”

- “Did you ever love me?”

- “Did you ever think of me?”

- “Did you find comfort when you left? Did it make you happy?”

- “Did you hear something?”

- “Did you just check me out?”

- “Did you just flick me?”

- “Did you just moan?”

- “Did you need something?”

- “Did you sleep at all last night?”

- “Did you steal my shirt again?”

- “Do I have to ask you again?”

- “Do not tempt me.”

- “Do that again.”

- “Do you ever think before you do anything?”

- “Do you hate me?”

- “Do you have a ride home?”

- “Do you know how to knock?”

- “Do you like it when I touch you like that?”

- “Do you think I like hurting you?”

- “Do you think I’m scared of a woman?”

- “Do you think you can teach me that?”

- “Do you think you might be ready – to take the next step?”

- “Do you trust me?”

- “Do you want a bedtime story?”

- “Do you want to continue this in the shower?”

- “Do you want to feel them? They’re kicking up a storm, right now.”

- “Do you want to talk about it?”

- “Does he know about the baby?”

- “Does your ass even fit in those jeans?”

- “Don’t act so innocent.”

- “Don’t argue. Just do it.”

- “Don’t be a stranger.”

- “Don’t be nervous, you can come closer.”

- “Don’t be so modest. You’re the best.”

- “Don’t be so rough. There can’t be any marks.”

- “Don’t forget a coat!”

- “Don’t forget about me.”

- “Don’t fucking touch what is not yours.”

- “Don’t get used to it.”

- “Don’t give me that look.”

- “Don’t hide from me, I want to see you.”

- “Don’t let my dress fool you. I’m not weak.”

- “Don’t lie to me. I know where you really were.”

- “Don’t make me pour my hot chocolate over your head.”

- “Don’t make me take you right here, right now.”

- “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

- “Don’t play with me, boy/girl.”

- “Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.”

- “Don’t tell me to not worry, because I’m going to do that anyway.”

- “Don’t think of it as a punishment, it’s more of a lesson.”

- “Don’t think of this as a punishment, love. Think of it as a lesson.”

- “Don’t touch me.”

- “Don’t underestimate me.”

- “Don’t you dare say that to me.”

- “Don’t you dare touch her/him.”

- “Don’t you dare touch me.”

- “Drink this. You’ll feel better.”

- “Eat three more bites then you can be done.”

- “Either do what I say or pay me for my time you’re wasting.”

- “Even I didn’t see this coming.”

- “Even if it means giving up my life, everything I’ve done, I’ll do it for you, in a heartbeat.”

- “Even when you’re annoying the fuck out of me, I still love you.”

- “Every time I look at you, I think I fall in love a little more.”

- “Excuse me for falling in love with you.”

- “Excuse me.” “You’re excused.”

- “Feel like another round?”

- “Figure it out.”

- “Fine. See if I care.”

- “For a pretty person, you sure do have a dirty mouth.”

- “For some reason, I’m attracted to you.”

- “For the love of fuck!”

- “Forever didn’t last, huh?”

- “Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”

- “Friends don’t do the shit we do.”

- “Fuck it.”

- “Fuck me.”

- “Fuck you.”

- “Fuck, you sound so good when I kiss your neck like that.”

- “Fucking hell that was close…should we do it again?”

- “Get of over it.”

- “Get off my couch.”

- “Get out of my way.”

- “Get out of the way before I murder you.”

- “Get. Out. Now.”

- “Give me a chance.”

- “Give me a little show.”

- “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you.”

- �� “Give me one good reason.”

- “Go ahead and satisfy your creepy nosiness.”

- “Go ahead, hit me.”

- “Go ahead, shoot me. I dare you.”

- “Go and get cleaned up, supper’s almost ready.”

- “Go back to sleep.”

- “Go buy a brain.”

- “Go on. I want to hear you say it.”

- “Go to Hell.”

- “Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

- “Guess you’re stuck with me.”

- “Have you cleaned that? Come on, go to the bathroom.”

- “Have you ever heard of knocking?”

- “Have you ever lied to me?”

- “Have you lost your damn mind?!”

- “Have you seen my sleep schedule? It’s so messed up.”

- “He’s been gone for quite a while.”

- “He’s dead.”

- “He’s seizing!”

- “Hear me out.” “Why the fuck should I listen to you?”

- “Here, hold the baby for a moment.”

- “Here’s the grocery list.”

- “Hey, are you still awake?”

- “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

- “Hey, it’s cold outside. At least wear a jacket.”

- “Hey, let me in. I’m outside with your favorite pizza.”

- “Hey, stop flirting. We’re supposed to be studying.”

- “Hey, you’re bleeding.”

- “Ho, ho, ho, bitch.”

- “Hold me. Just for a bit, please? I just…I just need someone to hold me.”

- “Hold my hand until it’s over?”

- “Hold out your hands. I’ve got something for you.”

- “Holy shit, what happened to you?”

- “Holy shit…you look beautiful.”

- “How badly does it hurt?”

- “How could I ever forget your smile?”

- “How could you ask me that?”

- “How did you manage to burn the cookies?”

- “How drunk was I last night?”

- “How else would they know you belong to me?”

- “How is it so easy for you?”

- “How is my wife more badass than me?”

- “How long has this been going on exactly?”

- “How long have you been standing there?” “Long enough.”

- “How long have you two been together?”

- “How long is this baby going to keep crying?”

- “How much did you drink?”

- “How much of that did you hear?”

- “How’d you know where I live?”

- “I almost feel bad for you.”

- “I am not a damsel in distress. I am a damsel doing damage.”

- “I am not jealous.”

- “I am one of the few people in the world, who can kill you and leave no evidence.”

- “I am selfish when it comes to you.”

- “I bet you feel like an artist.”

- “I came to say goodbye.”

- “I can break your nose if I want to.”

- “I can take care of myself just fine.”

- “I can tell you’re lying.”

- “I can walk you home, if you’d like.”

- “I can’t believe I put a bra on for this.”

- “I can’t believe I used to think he was attractive.”

- “I can’t believe I’m gonna say this but…”

- “I can’t believe you didn’t remember.”

- “I can’t believe you.”

- “I can’t believe you’re carrying my child.”

- “I can’t breathe.”

- “I can’t do this anymore.”

- “I can’t help that I’m curious.”

- “I can’t live without you.”

- “I can’t remember the last time we hung out, just you and I.”

- “I can’t see anything.”

- “I can’t sleep, you’ve been gone too long.”

- “I can’t sleep.”

- “I can’t stand the thought of losing you.”

- “I can’t stay away from you.”

- “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

- “I can’t think. My head hurts so bad. Everything is so loud.”

- “I can’t wait any longer.”

- “I can’t wait until we’re alone. There are so many things I want to do to you right now.”

- “I care about you. I’ve always cared about you.”

- “I cheated.”

- “I could beat you up, you know that, right?”

- “I could punch you right now.”

- “I couldn’t sleep either. Want me to make you some tea?”

- “I couldn’t sleep.”

- “I dare you.”

- “I did it…”

- “I did this out of love, I’m doing this out of love.”

- “I didn’t do it!”

- “I didn’t do it, I swear!”

- “I didn’t give you those, so who did? Who gave you those bite marks on your hips?”

- “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

- “I didn’t want to say anything because we’re such good friends, but I would totally fuck you if you asked.”

- “I don’t believe it.”

- “I don’t care what anyone else thinks.”

- “I don’t have anything that proves I was right, but I’m determined not to give up.”

- “I don’t hear a heartbeat. I don’t hear anything.”

- “I don’t know how you convinced me to do this.”

- “I don’t know if I can just be friends with you anymore.”

- “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

- “I don’t know why I married you.”

- “I don’t like the idea of you walking down the streets alone.”

- “I don’t like violence, angel. Please don’t make me use it.”

- “I don’t like you… I love you.”

- “I don’t love you anymore.”

- “I don’t need a reason to bring you flowers, I just wanted to.”

- “I don’t owe you an explanation.”

- “I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

- “I don’t think I can forgive you after what you did.”

- “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to live without you.”

- “I don’t want to hurt you, love.”

- “I don’t want to let go of you.”

- “I don’t want you to be afraid of me.”

- “I don’t want you to go. Stay the night?”

- “I don’t want you to stop.”

- “I don’t want your apology.”

- “I dreamt of you last night.”

- “I found a baby.”

- “I found the candles, we’ll be alright.”

- “I fucking love you.”

- “I gave you everything and this is how you repay me?”

- “I gave you my all, yet somehow it wasn’t good enough for you.”

- “I got you some blankets.”

- “I got you. Everything’s alright.”

- “I got your back.”

- “I had a dream about you.”

- “I had an amazing time tonight. I’d love to do it again, sometime.”

- “I hate him. He’s always putting his hands on my shoulders.”

- “I hate it when they look at you… so fucking much.”

- “I hate this almost as much as I hate you.”

- “I hate you.”

- “I hate you.” “Well, I’m in love with you.”

- “I have a surprise for you.”

- “I have absolutely no experience with babies.”

- “I have been known from time to time to make unreasonable decisions.”

- “I have been through worse…”

- “I haven’t gotten that far yet.”

- “I haven’t slept in ages.”

- “I haven’t slept in four days.”

- “I heard a noise.”

- “I heard shower sex is dangerous, but right now, I’m willing to take the risk.”

- “I hope you break your ass on that ice.”

- “I hope you burn in hell.”

- “I hope you fall flat on your face.”

- “I hope you have a cold shower.”

- “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

- “I immediately regret this decision.”

- “I just need this one last moment. This last one.”

- “I just started a bath, Care to join me?”

- “I just want us to be happy. I had to kill them.”

- “I just wanted an easy day with my boyfriend/girlfriend. Is that too much to ask?”

- “I keep seeing things and it’s getting harder for me to tell what’s real anymore.”

- “I knew you’d be mad.”

- “I know all of your weaknesses.”

- “I know it may be hard to believe, but I’m on your side.”

- “I know it’s early, but you have to see this sunrise.”

- “I know we’ll find a way to get around this.”

- “I know you liked them, sweetie, but they were keeping you away from me.”

- “I know you.” “Oh, baby and I know you.”

- “I know you’re mad at me, but will a kiss change your mind?”

- “I like it when you say my name like that.”

- “I like proving you wrong.”

- “I like watching you. When you laugh, when you smile, when you’re passionately engaged in something you enjoy.”

- “I like you a lot. I thought you should know.”

- “I lost the baby.”

- “I love coming home to you.”

- “I love when you say my name for some reason.”

- “I love you, but you’re a pain in the ass.”

- “I love you, not them.”

- “I love you, you enormously, stubborn pain in the ass.”

- “I love you. I hope you know that.”

- “I love you. I just love her more.”

- “I love you.”

- “I made you some breakfast.”

- “I may or may not have left some…marks.”

- “I mean, if it’s for science.”

- “I miss you.”

- “I missed being with you like this.”

- “I missed you and now I’m here.”

- “I missed you so much.”

- “I missed you.”

- “I need a hug.”

- “I need a place to stay.”

- “I need you.”

- “I never claimed to be emotionally stable.”

- “I never meant to hurt you.”

- “I never wanted you.”

- “I promise, I’m usually better at this.”

- “I really don’t care. You still look hot and I’m trying not to kiss you senseless right now.”

- “I really don’t feel good.”

- “I really want to kiss you right now.” “Then do it.”

- “I really want to snog the hell out of you right now.”

- “I really wish you told me your Mother was in town.”

- “I really, really want to kiss you right now.”

- “I saw you last night. You looked beautiful.”

- “I should never have trusted you.”

- “I should’ve known better.”

- “I still remember the way you taste.”

- “I swear, if you do that one more time…”

- “I think I remembered something that happened to me a long time ago.”

- “I think I’m gonna marry her.”

- “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

- “I think my water just broke.”

- “I think the medicine is starting to kick in.”

- “I think they might be a problem. Don’t worry, love, I’ll take of them for you.”

- “I think they’re seeing someone behind my back, but maybe it’s all in my head.”

- “I think we should have another.”

- “I think we should move in together.”

- “I think we were a little too loud last night.”

- “I think you forgot who wears the pants in this relationship.”

- “I think you’re just afraid to catch feelings.”

- “I think you’ve had too much eggnog.”

- “I thought about you all day.”

- “I thought I almost lost you.”

- “I thought I’d never see you again.”

- “I thought maybe we can do a little more than just kissing.”

- “I thought we were family?!”

- “I thought you didn’t do hugs?”

- “I thought you didn’t want me.”

- “I thought you knew that you’ve always been my favorite.”

- “I thought you said you can’t dance.”

- “I thought you were dead.”

- “I thought you were nice.”

- “I told you not to read that.”

- “I told you.” “Yeah, yeah, quit nagging.”

- “I trust you.”

- “I want to be with you forever.”

- “I want to hike up your skirt and take you right here, right now.”

- “I want to show you something.”

- “I want to spend the rest of my life annoying you.”

- “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

- “I want to try for a baby.”

- “I want you. Only you.”

- “I wanted to apologize.”

- “I wanted to see you again.”

- “I warned you about this.”

- “I warned you not to talk to them again.”

- “I was gonna say that I don’t need you, but I actually do.”

- “I wasn’t sure you’d show up, but I’m glad you did.”

- “I wish I could hate you.”

- “I wish I had never met you.”

- “I wish you were here.”

- “I won’t be as nice next time you misbehave.”

- “I won’t go easy on you.”

- “I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

- “I would do anything for you, but would you do the same?”

- “I would lay in bed with you all day.”

- “I would’ve never imagined myself in a wedding dress.”

- “I’d kill for coffee…literally.”

- “I’d like to see you try.”

- “I’d punch you, but that would ruin your perfect face.”

- “I’ll always love you.”

- “I’ll be gentle, promise.”

- “I’ll be good. I promise.”

- “I’ll be here when you get back.”

- “I’ll be right here. Always.”

- “I’ll be waiting.”

- “I’ll carry it.”

- “I’ll carve my name into your back if that’s what I have to do to let you know you’re mine.”

- “I’ll destroy everything in my way until I have you.”

- “I’ll feel much better if you let me walk you home.”

- “I’ll go easy on you.”

- “I’ll just tell your mom on you.”

- “I’ll keep you warm.”

- “I’ll kill you.”

- “I’ll miss you most.”

- “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

- “I’ll take care of it.”

- “I’ll wait.”

- “I’ll walk you home.”

- “I’m 41 weeks and 2 days, how do you think I’m doing?”

- “I’m asking you not to do this.”

- “I’m better when I’m with you.”

- “I’m calling bullshit.”

- “I’m dead, go away.”

- “I’m getting the strangest feeling that you are lying to me.”

- “I’m glad you’re mine.”

- “I’m going to be late because you can’t keep it in your pants.”

- “I’m going to give until the count of five.”

- “I’m going to have a baby.”

- “I’m going to kill you.”

- “I’m going to put on some clothes before you say anything else.”

- “I’m going to regret this.”

- “I’m going to strangle you.”

- “I’m going to walk away and pretend I didn’t see anything.”

- “I’m gonna kill the people responsible for this.”

- “I’m hot.” “Yes, you are.”

- “I’m in love with you.”

- “I’m just pregnant, you don’t have to treat me like glass.”

- “I’m madly in love with you.”

- “I’m never letting you hold my baby again.”

- “I’m not a soldier. Don’t expect me to be like one.”

- “I’m not drunk enough for this.”

- “I’m not even tired yet.”

- “I’m not going anywhere without you.”

- “I’m not going anywhere.”

- “I’m not going to let you win again this year.”

- “I’m not here to make friends.”

- “I’m not laughing because I found it funny.”

- “I’m not letting you sleep on the floor, get up here.”

- “I’m not ready to say goodbye.”

- “I’m not that drunk!”

- “I’m not what you think I am.”

- “I’m not yours anymore.”

- “I’m only doing this because you’re cute.”

- “I’m pregnant.”

- “I’m rarely impressed by you so that says a lot.”

- “I’m ready to try again, if you are?”

- “I’m running away.”

- “I’m scared to lose you.”

- “I’m so nervous I could throw up. Someone get me a drink!”

- “I’m sorry I failed you.”

- “I’m sorry, but that was adorable.”

- “I’m sorry, honey, but you made me jealous.”

- “I’m sorry.” “Suck my ass.”

- “I’m still sore from last night.”

- “I’m too sober for this.”

- “I’m working on it.”

- “I’m yours in every way you’ll have me.”

- “I’ve been falling in love with you since the first day we met.”

- “I’ve been living off of coffee for two days, I deserve sleep.”

- “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

- “I’ve been waiting all my life for you.”

- “I’ve got their arms behind their back. They aren’t going anywhere.”

- “I’ve got you.”

- “I’ve met people like you before and I’ve absolutely no tolerance for them.”

- “I’ve never felt so close to someone before.”

- “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

- “I’ve trusted the wrong person one too many times.”

- “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

- “I’ve wanted you from the start.”

- “I…I love you. I really do. I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner.”

- “If I asked you out right here right now, would you say yes?”

- “If I asked you to stay, would you?”

- “If I die, I’m going to come back and haunt you.”

- “If someone asks you, you never saw me.”

- “If the wife’s alright with it.”

- “If we get caught, I’m blaming you.”

- “If we loved again, I swear I’d love you right.”

- “If you bite your lip one more time, I’m going to do it for you.”

- “If you break into my home the police are the least of your worries – in fact, they may be your only hope.”

- “If you don’t love me, tell me. Please, just let me go.”

- “If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god.”

- “If you keep kissing my face like that I’ll have to retaliate.”

- “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to have to do something about it.”

- “If you keep looking at me like that, we won’t make it to bed.”

- “If you throw a snowball at my face, so help me.”

- “If you’re not between my legs in the next thirty seconds I swear, I’m calling someone else to come here and do it for me.”

- “Is it even possible for one baby to scream so much?”

- “Is it possible to sleep for two days?”

- “Is it so hard to love me?”

- “Is it that time of the month?” “You literally ask me that whenever I am mad at you!”

- “Is someone hurting you?”

- “Is that a promise?”

- “Is that blood?”

- “Is that my shirt?”

- “Is that the best you can do?”

- “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

- “Is this a bad idea?” “Probably.”

- “Is this distracting?”

- “Is this what you really want?”

- “Isn’t it beautiful?”

- “It can be our little secret.”

- “It feels as if time hasn’t passed.”

- “It just…hurts.”

- “It took me a year to figure out how much you meant to me.”

- “It was always you.”

- “It was you the whole time.”

- “It wasn’t me. I swear!”

- “It would be so easy to snap your neck like this.”

- “It’s 6 o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”

- “It’s almost midnight!”

- “It’s always been you.”

- “It’s been six years!”

- “It’s cold. Take my coat.”

- “It’s for your safety. You’ll see.”

- “It’s just a bad dream. I’ve got you, it’s okay.”

- “It’s just rain, you aren’t gonna melt!”

- “It’s late. Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

- “It’s midnight, where the hell were you?”

- “It’s never too late to get back up again.”

- “It’s not heavy. I’m stronger than I look.”

- “It’s not safe here.”

- “It’s nothing, just a scratch.”

- “It’s nothing. It’s just a bruise.”

- “It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

- “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

- “It’s over. It’s done. Just leave it be.”

- “It’s really not that complicated.”

- “It’s snowing!”

- “It’s so cold.”

- “It’s three in the morning, can’t this wait?”

- “It’s too late.”

- “It’s two in the morning, what are you doing here?”

- “It’s unfinished, don’t look.”

- “Jokes on you, that was exactly what I wanted.”

- “Just admit I’m right.”

- “Just cry it out.”

- “Just drop it; it’s not worth it.”

- “Just hold on a little longer.”

- “Just one date. I promise. You won’t regret it.”

- “Just relax.”

- “Just sleep with one eye open, that’s all I’m saying.”

- “Just smile. I really need you to smile right now.”

- “Just squeeze my hand. It’s gonna be alright. I’m here.”

- “Just stop talking.”

- “Just…just call me, okay?”

- “Keep your thighs spread open.”

- “Kill them all.”

- “Kiss me.”

- “Lay a hand on her and you’ll have an even worse enemy.”

- “Lay back and let me take care of you.”

- “Lay back.”

- “Leave the heels on, baby. Just the heels though.”

- “Let me go.”

- “Let me help.”

- “Let me show you why you should stay in bed.”

- “Let me take care of you tonight.”

- “Let me walk you to the station at least.”

- “Let’s go back to mine.”

- “Let’s go. Take my hand.”

- “Let’s just pretend it’s just us for a little while.”

- “Let’s just pretend that this didn’t happen.”

- “Let’s just stay in bed all day. Order room service. Maybe have a bubble bath. I have you all to myself now.”

- “Let’s play a game!”

- “Let’s run away together. Elope. Sounds like an adventure.”

- “Let’s run away together.”

- “Lie to me then.”

- “Like what you see?”

- “Look at me.”

- “Look at what you did to me. I’ve had to deal with this all day.”

- “Look at what you did.”

- “Look at you. I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already a shaking mess.”

- “Look at you. You’re getting bigger and bigger every day. Soon we’ll get to meet our baby.”

- “Look me in the eye and tell me you love me.”

- “Look, this is for the best. You don’t understand now, but you will.”

- “Make me.”

- “Marry me.”

- “May I? Free of charge.”

- “Maybe if I branded you, other people wouldn’t be such a nuisance.”

- “Maybe it’s a sin, but I really don’t care.”

- “Maybe, I’d rather take my time.”

- “Morning, sleepyhead.”

- “Move away from the door and let me go.”

- “My back’s a bit sore from when you stabbed me with your knife.”

- “My head feels like it’s splitting right up the middle.”

- “My head hurts.”

- “My heart hurts when I look at them together.”

- “My middle finger salutes you.”

- “My pride is just fine, thank you.”

- “Never speak to me again.”

- “Never trust a man whose smile steals the breath right from your lungs.”

- “No one’s going to hurt you.”

- “No panties, baby girl?”

- “No touching, you two.” “Well, that’s not fair.”

- “No, hey, keep your eyes open for me.”

- “No, I don’t want to say goodbye. Not now.”

- “No, I don’t want to talk about it.”

- “No, I’m not talking to you.”

- “No, I’m supposed to be making you feel good.”

- “No, no – it’s alright, come here.”

- “No. She’s not allowed to date. End of discussion.”

- “Nope. Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope.”

- “Not sure if you could tell, but I’m not exactly a people person.”

- “Not you again.”

- “Nothing happened to the wine, right? Because then that would be a nightmare.”

- “Nothing has helped me more than you have.”

- “Of course, I remembered!”

- “Of course, I’ll marry you. Did you think I’d say ‘no’?”

- “Oh fuck, don’t stop.”

- “Oh God, my ex is here.”

- “Oh God, not another one.”

- “Oh good, I was hoping that my day was going to be ruined.”

- “Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”

- “Oh my God, do that again.”

- “Oh my God, what happened last night?”

- “Oh well, don’t mind me. I’m just enjoying the show.”

- “Oh, fuck.”

- “Oh, honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”

- “Oh, I’m listening to you. I’m just not paying attention.”

- “Oh, I’m terrified.”

- “Oh, is that a smile I see?”

- “Oh, look at that! It’s the very last fuck I give, just floating away.”

- “Oh, sweetheart…c’mere and let me give you a hug.”

- “Oh, that sounds like a marvelous idea. Absolutely fantastic. One hundred percent foolproof.”

- “Oh, well fuck me, then.”

- “Oh, well, if I’m too much to handle then you can just let me go!”

- “Oh, what a shocker, you have an excuse.”

- “Oh, yeah? Why should I believe you?”

- “Okay, either you want something from me or you’re trying to hide something.”

- “Okay…this is new.”

- “On your knees.”

- “One more push! You can do it!”

- “Only I’m allowed to touch you.”

- “Ow! Ow! Stop hitting me!”

- “Penny for your thoughts?”

- “People are staring.”

- “Permission to hug?”

- “Pick-up lines only work when I’m drunk.”

- “Please come home, this doesn’t feel right.”

- “Please don’t go.”

- “Please don’t have an emotion in front of me.”

- “Please don’t leave me.”

- “Please don’t let me be alone.”

- “Please don’t shut me out.”

- “Please marry me.”

- “Please, remind me again why we’re having sex behind a tree?”

- “Please, remind me to kill you later.”

- “Please, shut up. Just shut up.”

- “Please…be here. Be with me. Please, I am begging you. Don’t do this.”

- “Pour a cup and sit down, we need to talk.”

- “Prove it.”

- “Put the brick down and walk away slowly.”

- “Really? Right now?”

- “Really? You want to have sex…here? Now?”

- “Remember, we have to get up early tomorrow.”

- “Remind me again why I agreed to this?”

- “Remind me why I put up with you.”

- “Rules are just guidelines: you should probably listen but it’s more fun not to.”

- “Rumor has it, I make you nervous.”

- “Saddle up, doll.”

- “Save me a dance.”

- “Scary movies are for chumps.”

- “SECURITY ALERT. UNAUTHORIZED ACCESS DETECTED.”

- “Sh..they’re asleep.”

- “She saw you; you know.”

- “She’s got a right hook like a freight train.”

- “She’s hiding behind the sofa.”

- “She’s not yours.”

- “She’s six, how can she scare you?”

- “Shhh – they’re finally asleep.”

- “Shit, your head’s bleeding.”

- “Should we talk about this?”

- “Shut the hell up!”

- “Shut up and kiss me already.”

- “Shut up and kiss me.”

- “Shut up.”

- “Silly girl.”

- “Since when did you get any ideas?”

- “Since when have we ever been friends?”

- “Sit on my lap.”

- “Sleep at my place tonight.”

- “Sleeping with you has been the best sleep I’ve gotten in years.”

- “Sleeping with you was the best sleep I’ve gotten in years.”

- “Smile. Fake a laugh. Anything?”

- “Snowball fight!”

- “So – if we were to hypothetically have a baby, how you would react?”

- “So many things went wrong in my life, but the one thing that went right was you.”

- “So, I got all the groceries. Except for this last one on the list. Is that an actual word, or did you just scribble something random with your elbow?”

- “So, stick that in your juice box and suck it.”

- “So, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you for a while now.”

- “So, what if we do get caught?”

- “So, when are you going to confess your undying love for me?”

- “So… are you expecting someone?”

- “Somebody’s cranky.” “Somebody needs to shut the fuck up.”

- “Sorry to interrupt, but did you know your shirt’s inside out?”

- “Sorry, I shouldn’t have lied to you.”

- “Sorry.” “Good choice.”

- “Stars pale in comparison to you.”

- “Stay here tonight.”

- “Stay with me forever.”

- “Stay with me.”

- “Stay. Stay and don’t argue with me.”

- “Stay.”

- “Step aside and watch a pro.”

- “Stop – you’re making me blush.”

- “Stop being a brat and get on the bed.”

- “Stop being an ass.”

- “Stop being seductive.” “I was being myself, but okay.”

- “Stop biting that fucking lip.”

- “Stop hogging all the blankets!”

- “Stop looking at me like that.”

- “Stop looking at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like you’ve seen me naked.”

- “Stop looking at me, you’re making me nervous.”

- “Stop making your own rules.”

- “Stop moving, I’m almost done!”

- “Stop talking.”

- “Stop testing me so much.”

- “Stop treating me as if I’m a child!”

- “Stop yelling and listen for a second.”

- “Stop, just listen to me.”

- “Sweetheart, come lay with me.”

- “Sweetheart, I have to mark you. How else are they gonna know you’re mine?”

- “Take it like a good girl.”

- “Take notes, sweetheart.”

- “Take off your clothes.”

- “Take off your shirt.”

- “Take the long way around.”

- “Take your time.”

- “Tell me again.”

- “Tell me the truth.”

- “Tell me what you want.”

- “Tell me you didn’t do it.”

- “Thank you for everything.”

- “That doesn’t explain why you’re outside my house at midnight.”

- “That never should have happened.”

- “That night never happened!”

- “That was an order.”

- “That was kind of hot.”

- “That, my friend, is not a dog.”

- “That’s a fact, Jack.”

- “That’s an order. Obey.”

- “That’s great, but how the fuck are you going to do that?”

- “That’s how the story goes.”

- “That’s my girl.”

- “That’s never gonna happen.”

- “That’s not cooking, that’s sorcery.”

- “That’s open for discussion.”

- “That’s the most foolish idea. Let’s do it and see what happens.”

- “That’s where you belong, worshipping me on your hands and knees.”

- “The bed is cold without you.”

- “The door’s locked.”

- “The food is not burnt. It’s – slightly toasted.”

- “The fuck is that on your neck? Is that a hickey?”

- “The kids won’t stop fighting, again.”

- “The kids, they ambushed me.”

- “The moon is high tonight. It frames you well.”

- “The next time they touch what’s mine, I’ll cut their fucking arm off.”

- “The screams all sound the same.”

- “The sight of you holding a baby is just too adorable. I have to get a picture of this.”

- “The way I feel when I’m with you…”

- “Their first word better not be a curse word. If it is, it’s your fault.”

- “There’s always another way.”

- “There’s no use hiding it, I know you love me.”

- “There’s nothing I can do anymore.”

- “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

- “There’s only one bed.”

- “There’s something about you…I just don’t know what it is yet?”

- “They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”

- “They’re your kid before five am.”

- “Things will be better this way.”

- “This better be worth waking me up.”

- “This is all your fault.”

- “This is girl talk, so leave.”

- “This is not a negotiation.”

- “This is ridiculous!”

- “This is where you impress me, right?”

- “This is your fault by the way.”

- “This is… exactly what it looks like.”

- “This isn’t good.”

- “This isn’t what it looks like.”

- “This party sucks. Wanna go somewhere?”

- “This should be interesting.”

- “This should never have happened.”

- “This, us, was a fucking mistake. I should have known the second things went further than plan.”

- “This’ll make us closer; I promise. Just hold still.”

- “Try to stay quiet, understand?”

- “Um, can I help you? Why are you staring at me?”

- “Um… somebody broke that.”

- “Very fast recovery there, pal.”

- “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

- “Wait, no. Stay here. Don’t follow.”

- “Wait, you’re engaged?”

- “Wait, you’ve really never been on a date before?”

- “Wake up!”

- “Wanna bet?”

- “Wanna get shit-faced instead?”

- “Wanna go grab a drink?”

- “Want to head back to my place and have a little fun?”

- “Was I ever good enough to you?”

- “Watch or I’ll hurt them even more.”

- “Watch your step.”

- “Way to go, kid.”

- “We can’t keep this up forever.”

- “We could get caught!”

- “We need to talk.”

- “We should have a baby.”

- “We’ll figure it out in the morning.”

- “We’ll talk later.”

- “We’re all a little stronger than we think we are.”

- “We’re all crazy. Some of us just hide it better than others.”

- “We’re in public, you know?”

- “We’re just friends.”

- “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

- “We’re…just friends.” “Bullshit.”

- “We…we shouldn’t have done that.”

- “Welcome home.”

- “Well, good morning to you too.”

- “Well, hello to you too.”

- “Well, I usually want to be bought dinner first, but I can make an exception.”

- “Well, now just listen -“ “No, you listen.”

- “Well, shit. Now what?”

- “Well, that was smart.”

- “Well, that’s pretty rude of you to say.”

- “Well, this is new.”

- “Well, this is where I live.”

- “Well, you’re a prick.”

- “Well, you’re in good company.”

- “Were you ever going to tell me?”

- “Were you just checking me out?”

- “Were you stalking me?”

- “What a pretty sight.”

- “What about us?”

- “What are you thinking about?”

- “What did I do to deserve you?”

- “What did they do to you?”

- “What did you do this time?”

- “What did you expect was going to happen?”

- “What do you say we make a baby tonight?”

- “What do you want?” “You, just you.”

- “What if I kiss you right now?”

- “What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since I was eleven?”

- “What if they found out about us?”

- “What is this?”

- “What keeps you up at night?”

- “What more do you want?”

- “What the fuck have I just walked into?”

- “What the fuck?”

- “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

- “What we have there is… fucking nothing really.”

- “What were you thinking?! You could’ve killed yourself!”

- “What you did was stupid and dangerous and scared the hell out of me.”

- “What you did was stupid.”

- “What? Are you jealous or something?”

- “What? So, you love them more than me?”

- “What’s in it for me?”

- “What’s the matter, sweetie?”

- “What’s this between us?”

- “Whatever you say, doll.”

- “Whatever you’re going to ask, the answer is no.”

- “When you agreed to be mine, you gave me the right to do whatever I wanted with you.”

- “When’s the last time you cleaned the bathroom?”

- “Where am I going? Crazy. Want to come?”

- “Where did all of these scars come from?”

- “Where did you get those bruises?”

- “Where’s my food?”

- “Who are you?”

- “Who cares what they think?”

- “Who did this?”

- “Who do you think we should name the godparents?”

- “Who put this in my coat?”

- “Who told you that you weren’t good enough?”

- “Who’s doing this to you?”

- “Why are you awake right now?”

- “Why are you here?”

- “Why are you in my house?”

- “Why are you kneeling?”

- “Why are you looking at me like that?”

- “Why did I marry you?” “It took a lot of convincing.”

- “Why didn’t you tell me? I thought you trusted me.”

- “Why didn’t you tell me?”

- “Why do I feel like I do towards you?”

- “Why do we come up with conspiracy theories at one am?”

- “Why don’t you come closer and find out?”

- “Why don’t you come inside?”

- “Why don’t you make me?” “Be careful with that.”

- “Why haven’t you kiss me yet?”

- “Why in the world would I do that?”

- “Will I ever see you again?”

- “Will you go out with me?”

- “Will you marry me?”

- “Will you stop that?”

- “Worst part? I still love you.”

- “Would you like me to call somebody for you?”

- “Would you reconsider if you were sober?”

- “Wow, you look…amazing.”

- “Yeah, uh, alcohol doesn’t go in hot chocolate.”

- “Yeah, well, I like you, okay?”

- “Yeah…I kinda want to talk about it.”

- “Yes, sir.”

- “You almost shot me.”

- “You are a bloody idiot, you know that?”

- “You are a complete idiot.”

- “You are kind of turning me on.”

- “You better put that knife down.”

- “You can be wearing a trash bag, and I’d still want you.”

- “You can see them, can’t you? No one else can see them and I thought I was going crazy, but you can see them, can’t you? You can!”

- “You can’t be mean, because I cook the food and I could technically poison you.”

- “You can’t just leave!”

- “You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, because guess what? It did!”

- “You can’t tell me that all this time spent together has meant nothing to you.”

- “You come here often?”

- “You could have just run away.”

- “You deserve better.”

- “You didn’t think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?”

- “You don’t get to play the martyr here, so stop acting all high and mighty for just a goddamn second and let me save you.”

- “You don’t have the right to keep me here.”

- “You don’t have to shut me out of your life, it won’t get you what you want anyway.”

- “You don’t know half the things you do to me.”

- “You don’t remember last night at all, do you?”

- “You don’t see me.”

- “You drive me crazy.”

- “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

- “You feel like home.”

- “You forgot your book.” “No, I lost my book.”

- “You fucked me up.”

- “You gave me a black eye.”

- “You had another nightmare, didn’t you?”

- “You have a cute nose, don’t make me break it.”

- “You have a lot of nerve showing up here.”

- “You have bruises on your neck. You keep telling everyone they’re hickeys, but I can see the pattern. They’re fingerprints.”

- “You have my word.”

- “You have no idea how much I want you.”

- “You have to leave right now.”

- “You haven’t even seen my bad side yet.”

- “You hear that? That’s the sound of my awesomeness.”

- “You just have…a hate-able personality.”

- “You keep digging your nails into my shoulder.”

- “You know I have feelings for you.”

- “You know I’d do anything for you.”

- “You know that’s not true.”

- “You know you can always talk to about anything.”

- “You know you can tell me anything.”

- “You know, if someone ever found out about this, they could have you killed.”

- “You know, it took me a long time to decide on food poisoning.”

- “You lied straight to my face.”

- “You lied to me.”

- “You look like hell.”

- “You look like you could use a hug.”

- “You look real pretty when you cry.”

- “You look so much better when I mark you up.”

- “You look so pretty with my hand around your throat.”

- “You love me and want to have my babies, I get it.”

- “You made your choice.”

- “You make me proud, you know that, right?”

- “You make me so happy.”

- “You need sleep.”

- “You need to rest. Don’t move.”

- “You need to sleep too, idiot.”

- “You need to sort out your priorities.”

- “You never meant that much to me.”

- “You never saw me.”

- “You owe me.”

- “You passed out for like an hour.”

- “You play by my rules, got it?”

- “You said my name in your sleep.”

- “You should be impressed how low my expectations are.”

- “You should go.” “Like hell! You’ll have to force me, because I’m staying right by your side.”

- “You should leave.”

- “You should sleep in my bed more often.”

- “You still remember that?”

- “You stole my heart like it was nothing.”

- “You think that this is easy for me?”

- “You were made for me.”

- “You were severely dehydrated and malnourished.”

- “You will do as I ask.”

- “You, my friend, are a complete and utter tosser.”

- “You’re a dumbass, y’know that right?”

- “You’re a jerk.”

- “You’re a monster.”

- “You’re a pain in the ass, you know?” “Yeah, but I’m your pain in the ass.”

- “You’re a virgin? How?”

- “You’re all I have.”

- “You’re an asshole.”

- “You’re an idiot. I married an idiot.”

- “You’re an idiot.”

- “You’re beautiful, my goddess.”

- “You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”

- “You’re breaking my heart, babe.”

- “You’re distracting me and it’s very irritating.”

- “You’re family.”

- “You’re going to be the death of me.”

- “You’re going to get us expelled!”

- “You’re going to get yourself killed.”

- “You’re hot, shame about the personality.”

- “You’re in danger.”

- “You’re jealous now, aren’t you?”

- “You’re like my own personal heater!”

- “You’re mine and no one else can have you.”

- “You’re mine, do you understand? You belong to me.”

- “You’re mine. I don’t share.”

- “You’re more than just a one-night stand.”

- “You’re my best friend.”

- “You’re my very own medicine.”

- “You’re never this quiet, what’s wrong?”

- “You’re not taking me to bed, ever.” “Who said it had to be on the bed?”

- “You’re not very intimidating.”

- “You’re nothing without me.”

- “You’re pregnant?! How far along?”

- “You’re safe now.”

- “You’re shaking.”

- “You’re so addictive.”

- “You’re so beautiful.”

- “You’re so broody today.” “I’m never broody. Just a bit sentimental is all.”

- “You’re so cute.”

- “You’re so fucking how when you’re mad.”

- “You’re so much fun to touch.”

- “You’re so perfect. And I’m so fucking lucky.”

- “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

- “You’re the one that I want.”

- “You’re the only one I trust to do this.”

- “You’re the only person I wanted to be with tonight.”

- “You’re the same person, how are you jealous right now?”

- “You’re tolerable.”

- “You’re trying to make me jealous, stop it.”

- “You’re venturing into dangerous territory, my friend. I’d stop where you are now and leave before you regret this.”

- “You’ve been crying.” “And you’re extremely observant. What’s your point?”

- “You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?”

- “You’ve been so good lately, my pet. Don’t make me have to punish you.”

- “You’ve gone to the bathroom fifty times today.”

- “You’ve got bruises everywhere. Shoulder, wrist, hips –“ “They just get a little rough when we’re in bed. That’s all. It’s nothing.” “They’re in the shape of handprints. That’s not nothing.”

- “You’ve got thirty seconds to explain to me what you’re doing here.”

- “You’ve thought about it, didn’t you?”

- “Your art matters, it’s what got me here.”

- “Your hands are so cold. Here. Put them in mine and I’ll warm them up.”

- “Your hands feel good in my hair like that.”

- “Your heart is beating so fast. Are you afraid of me?”

- “Your heart is pounding.”

- “Your pick-up lines suck.”

- “Your pillow smells like lavender.”

- “Your stupidity continues to amaze me.”

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Ripped: Part 20

Hey so uhhhh, I feel like this took forever?

Ao3

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“I just don’t understand how you aren’t bored.” The first thing Hiccup hears is Astrid’s voice, on edge and at ease all at once, close enough to surround him entirely. When Astrid’s fingers drag softly through his hair, he doesn’t care about the hazy confusion of waking up somewhere other than his bed. He knows exactly where he is. “There are obvious problems in the league—“

“Problems like the Patriots being the greatest and Tom Brady reinventing the game every year he postpones retirement?” Snotlout snorts, slurring the edges of his words slightly. Drunk maybe, but Hiccup doesn’t care because of Astrid’s touch lingering under his ear. “Those aren’t problems from my side.”

“Ok, but you have to acknowledge that in a league of thirty-two teams, the fact that the competition is between one team and everyone else means that there’s something wrong.” She’s emphatic but quiet, one step below a whispered yell, and she twirls a lock of hair at the nape of his neck around her finger, her nail barely dragging across his scalp. He wishes he could fall back asleep before Snotlout’s reply, but he’s not fast enough.

“Or that the one team is just that fucking awesome.”

“That’s literally impossible.” Astrid’s hand grazes along the back of his neck and pauses to rub at the least pressing knot of muscle in his back. “The entire point of the draft and the salary cap is to keep the league competitive.”

“But that doesn’t apply, because Brady plays for less because he loves the game.”

“Is that another way to say that he married someone richer than he is and he’s a little bitch who cries when he loses?” Her fingers brush across Hiccup’s forehead before she drags fingernails through his hair again, absent-minded and sweeter for how habitual the motion is. His hip and lower back feel like he’s been sleeping for hours without moving and he gets the feeling that she’s been touching him this whole time.

His arm is asleep and his eyes feel sandy and dry, but he can’t remember the last time he was this comfortable.

“You think men can’t be emotional? That’s pretty sexist of you.”

There it is, time to wake up.

He yawns, stretching slowly with a wince and lifting his head off of Astrid’s lap, elbow on the couch cushion to hold him half upright. It takes a couple blinks to detangle his eyelashes and when he does, Snotlout is staring at him, pale but distinctly smug in the way he only gets when he’s winning arguments about sports.

And he’s in a hospital bed instead of on Hiccup’s dad’s chair at the apartment. His shoulder is wrapped in gauze and his eyes are morphine bleary instead of happy Saturday night drunk.

Right, the hospital.

“Morning sleeping beauty, are you done being a spaz?”

“I’m still breathing, aren’t I?” Hiccup looks at the window, trying to judge the time. It’s too bright to be morning, the sun peeking through dispersing clouds. Early afternoon, he’d guess, given he feels at least partially back on schedule.

“You were snoring,” Snotlout tells him, forever helpful, “and sleep-talking.”

“Oh,” he sits up, looking sheepishly over at Astrid, “what did I say?”

“Nothing coherent,” she shrugs, rolling her shoulders and folding one leg underneath her, probably stiff from being his pillow for however long he slept. Her blue eyes are bright, teasing above the worry, and the corner of her mouth twitches. “Emphatic though. You really meant whatever you were mumbling about.”

She’s too pretty to be here, smiling quietly at him and cocking her head while he sits up the rest of the way and rubs his face. His greasy, stubbly face with gritty tear streaks from crying. Apparently he got enough rest to be embarrassed that this is the condition of the head he rested on Astrid’s lap for hours, so that’s something.

He preferred being half-asleep, her hands in his hair while she and Snotlout argued in useless circles, like this was just a usual night in a world he wishes he lived in.

“How long was I out?” He stands up and twists slowly side to side, willing the deep stiffness in his lower back to fade and losing the argument.

“Long enough to watch the same football game one and a half times,” she glares at Snotlout, standing to take a sip of water from a second glass that appeared on the bedside table while Hiccup was sleeping.

“Hiccup, you should probably get this sore loser out of here before she starts being sexist again.” Snotlout rolls his eyes, hunkering down further in his pillows and Hiccup recognizes the painkiller grogginess in his face.

That’s how Hiccup must have looked in the hospital a decade ago, down a foot and wishing his dad would leave and let him sleep off the dizzy fog in his head, while his dad insisted on staying, gray-faced and worried.

There’s a short list of days in Hiccup’s life that transected reality and made it impossible for him to go back to living how he did before them. His leg. His parents divorce. His dad dying.

Meeting Astrid makes the list, and the anxious twist at the thought of trying to explain the gravity of that to her builds on the depth of the line being drawn right now. On the precipice of a relationship he’s never thought he’d be able to manage after what happened with his parents, he’s here hovering over someone recovering from a gunshot wound, too involved to let them sleep.

Like everyone with a complicated relationship with their parents, Hiccup has of course feared becoming his dad. He always thought it would have something to do with gaining an unfortunate appreciation for bagpipes or the law, and more than that, he always thought it was impossible as long as he kept generally failing. If he didn’t try, he couldn’t come up short.

But even five years of tax dodging unemployment couldn’t save him from becoming himself. Accidentally like his dad enough for it to hurt, but entirely lacking the easy to avoid roadmap of his father’s footsteps.

“You ok?” Astrid asks, hand twining more easily than he deserves with his.

“Yeah,” he lies, “I could use some fresh air, maybe—”

“Like that’s possible until you shower,” Snotlout rolls his eyes, “it smells like the locker room in here, and it’s not Mr. Sponge-bath’s fault.” He points at himself with his good arm and Hiccup takes a self-conscious step away from Astrid.

“Ok, then some not-hospital filtered air. Will you be—I mean, if I go home for a while—”

“If you don’t, I will call Sharon to kick you out.” Snotlout’s hand hovers over the nurse call button, “don’t test me, Haddock.”

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It’s bright enough outside that he checks the time, squinting at his phone screen in the sudden sunlight appearing from behind a cloud. A little past two, but that seems irrelevant, considering he’s not quite sure of the day.

“So, shower?” Astrid asks too brightly, her voice snapping him out of his head for the third time in the last hour.

“Huh?” He blinks at her, sure he must have heard wrong. “If my head was so greasy that you feel like you need a shower now, I apologize. Sincerely.”

“Not at all,” she wrinkles her nose, half-teasing and half looking at him like he’s crazy and he scratches the back of his neck.

“Right, and now that I drew your attention to all this,” he waves his hand in front of his face, “I’m assuming you’re not offering to join me.”

“Hiccup!” She smacks his arm, hard but not as hard as he knows she’s capable of, and he doesn’t know how he feels about the fact that she’s laughing. A real laugh, a relieved laugh. At him, absolutely, but not unkind.

“Wait, are you?”

“The concept of a shower was the only thing to get you out of that room in three days, so I reminded you,” she blushes even though her reasoning is sound, maybe because it’s embarrassing to be essentially propositioned by someone who probably looks like they’ve written off soap as a concept. “You seem a little out of it.”

“Oh, absolutely.”

“Do you need to go back in there and get yourself checked out? Maybe you concussed yourself sleeping on that shitty couch?” The worried lines between her eyebrows make him want to smooth them out, to assure her the way she did him when nothing but the difficult truth could.

“No, I guess it’s just that nearly losing Snotlout is somehow summing up every trauma I’ve spent the last decade avoiding.”

Great, that’ll ease her mind.

“Every trauma?” She smacks his arm again, sort of gentler, “you’ve been holding out on me, I thought I got your whole traumatic past on our midnight tour.”

“I know we said that wasn’t a date, but I was still following the first date rule of baggage dumping.” He snorts, “you know, get the dead dad thing out of the way so you subliminally didn’t worry about impressing a future father-in-law, but the missing leg would have been a lot. I wasn’t looking for pity.” He can say it because he knows Astrid would never give that to him.

He fell on her when he was at his lowest, most terrified point, and she was nothing but honest and solid, and that’s more comforting than he would have ever expected.

“Well, I would have had more warning when we found your old leg attached to a murder victim,” she nudges his elbow and starts walking, freeing his feet from the pavement they felt glued to. He thinks if she weren’t here, he’d walk right back to Snotlout’s room, compelled but entirely unable to help.

“Second out of three,” he sighs, back internally creaking like a cartoon door when he forces his gait even, “and there was the foot? With the Ryker letter approximation?”

“I haven’t thought about the note in forever,” she shakes her head, pausing to tap too many times at a crosswalk button, “not that I forgot it, I definitely didn’t forget it.” The light changes color and she starts walking again, pulling him away from the hospital in the only way he’d be grateful for. “But no, we’re talking about your trauma, not Grimborn.”

“The letter attached to the foot sent to my apartment isn’t exactly Grimborn, is it?” He understands the blurring line attached but tugs at it anyway, seeing where in the web of Astrid’s ever-fascinating mind it’s connected.

She sighs, shoving her hands deep in her pockets like having pockets is a novelty. Then she looks up at him, biting her lip and refusing to wince at what she’s about to say, facing the truth again like he trusted her to do when it mattered most.

“Snotlout’s really high.”

“That’d be the morphine for his gunshot wounds, plural, what did he say?”

There was a time where Hiccup would have been mortified to leave Snotlout alone with anyone he was interested in, in any capacity. Let alone Astrid, or someone he felt this way about. Except no, he’s never felt like this about anyone, and her Snotlout tolerance is only part of it.

A part that lets her fit into a life he wants but doesn’t understand how to have yet, sure, but only part of the reason he likes her so much.

“He told me about your dad,” she shrugs, sheepish, and he wants to tilt her chin up to meet his eyes. A sexy chin grab, she called it, mortified and adorable but he shuts that thought off before he can follow it to blood and police and complication.

“I already told you about my dad though,” he laughs, “back when you thought you’d get murdered on a tour with me, which, I guess geographically, we were both close—“

“This, he told me about this.” She stops and faces him, looking so much like she wants to shove him that he looks away, trying to be distracted. The Ripped Tavern is right there, drawing him in like a perpendicular source of gravity, but he can’t focus on it with Astrid staring twin blue lightning bolts into his face.

“My tendency to change the subject?”

“He told me about how it was when he moved in.” Her voice is as gentle as the grip on his arms isn’t. The grip tethering him rudely to present day Berk, the land of trauma wards and messes he has to figure out. The land tethered to Grimborn through mystery, one important and one ephemeral and endless, a mystery resort for fascination without commitment.

As much as people want to live on vacation, when life’s consequences follow, it gets less fun.

“He told me how you found Grimborn-ology.” Her hand slides up to his shoulder, bracing, a little uncomfortable, and worse because he knows how much he trusts her. How right she always is. “And how before, you hadn’t been leaving the house or…”

“I’d just moved here, ok?” He starts walking because he doesn’t know how to talk while standing still. Because the Ripped Tavern is an eighteen-fifties pub that makes him feel grounded and he wants to be closer to it when he says too much and untethers himself again. “When everything happened with my dad, I’d just moved here to this city that he gave his life trying to protect. It felt hostile, but going back to live with my mom would be letting the thing he died for go. And…Viggo Grimborn was the only thing that made it feel like anyone had lived in this city before my dad died in it.”

The words shed more weight from his shoulders than he thinks they will, but for once, feeling lighter is worse. Dizzy, even.

“And now someone obsessed with Viggo Grimborn keeps killing people.” Astrid makes the leap he’s glad not to be bold enough to and he sighs, resting his head on the wall of the tavern. It’s old brick, sturdy brick, the kind of brick that weathers things it shouldn’t have to. “Centered around you.”

The bass inside kicks up a notch and the ‘Happy Hour, 3-6’ sign to Hiccup’s left catches his eye when the wall vibrates like it shouldn’t.

“Did…did Heather renovate?”

“What?”

“These walls should be solid,” he grabs Astrid’s hand and presses it against the brick, “they shouldn’t move with bass like this unless someone drilled speakers into the walls. Hundred and fifty-year-old stone walls with some cheap Amazon speaker system crumbling the mortar…” He exhales, voice heavy and tired, “there was no building code, just organized chaos relying on intuition, and when you drill into that...”

“Do you trust me?” She asks, chin set stubbornly forward like no isn’t an answer, and it hurts that she doesn’t automatically know that.

“A frankly alarming amount.” His fingers curl around hers against the wall and she nods.

“Good, come on,” she grabs his wrist and drags him after her, explaining over her shoulder as she yanks him around the corner and through the pub’s front door, “we never finished our private tour.”

He freezes just inside, bending his knees to keep her from pulling him over. It works, barely, and she turns around, head cocking under a row of tee-shirts that say ‘Grimborn 1883-?’ in drippy, red lettering, hanging on a newly installed rack on a freshly whitewashed wall. “What’s wrong?”

“Look around,” he gestures with his free hand, “she painted—is that an Alexa? I was joking about the Amazon speakers—“

Astrid cuts him off with a palm pressed a little less than gently over his mouth and chin and she’s too close for him to be this desperate and floating. He bites his lip to keep from kissing her hand like an idiot or licking it so that she jerks back and he can complain about HGTV and how it’s destroying the city’s landmarks.

“You said you trusted me.” She doesn’t let go so he nods, “then let’s finish the tour.”

“Some of the rafters in here are probably American Chestnut, and they’re coated in enough latex paint to look like shiplap,” he says as soon as she takes her hand away, “it’s—“

“You said it was my tour,” she cuts him off, pointing at the side door, her hair bouncing on her shoulder with the motion, “I want to finish it.”

“You said if you knew it was your tour, you would have specified for me to wear the hat.”

“As much as I like the hat, you don’t need it.” She pulls him towards the side door again and he looks at the old wooden booths, buffed smooth and half re-finished. “Hiccup—“

“Just a second, ok?” He impulsively kisses her too casually on the forehead, stubble scraping over her temple, and stumbles with a right-footed hop up to the bar. He raps his knuckles on the newly smooth wood counter and the busboy looks up, startled that someone is interrupting him cleaning a tap, like that’s not an insult to the impoverished people who once depended on beer drippings for calories. “Do you have a pen? And a napkin?”

The busboy stutters something to the affirmative and hands Hiccup a napkin and a branded pen that he chews on for a second to think of his message before scrawling ‘Drilling through hundred fifty year old mortar to install smart speakers, very Orwellian of you’ and sliding the napkin back across the bar.

“Give this to Heather for me when she comes in, alright?”

“Who do I say it’s from?” The busboy frowns but tucks it into his apron anyway.

“Oh, she’ll know.” He pats the counter and turns around, walking with the only immediate purpose he has left to the side door of the bar where Astrid is waiting, thumbs tucked in her pockets, “so, finishing the tour?”

“Or starting a new one, either way,” she opens the door that he’s never opened in the daytime and a direct beam of sunshine streams through, cutting paint fumes the way it never could the tavern’s usual dust.

Hiccup steps outside and half-wonders where he is, because he’s definitely not standing in the creepy, ancient alley he’s started three tours a day in for the better part of five years.

The alley is idyllic in the early spring afternoon, cobblestones clean from what could be rain if he didn’t know about the crime scene cleanup. The usually weatherized lamp post is glimmering and the crowd of people gathering between quaint, ancient brick walls could be from a picture of the outskirts of a small European city just now being recognized by tourists.

Hiccup blinks twice, his eyes measuring automatic distances from the wall to the storm drain, facts about Mary Johnson flitting through his head.

He remembers the first time he saw this alley, at the end of his first Grimborn tour when he was lucky enough to be standing at the exact spot Mary Johnson was found, just how Astrid did on the tour she attempted when she was deciding whether to have him arrested or not. Both times, it was cold and damp and the alley had a foreboding cloud hovering above the ground Hiccup still sees blood when he looks at, and he struggles to put the two images together in his head.

This alley looks like it goes with the Ripped Tavern as it was, before Grimborn-ology got a hold of it. A place where people live, a street that gets them places.

“So, fourth site,” Astrid elbows a guy out of the way of the storm drain and stands on just the right spot, “what do you have to say about it?”

“Ok,” Hiccup rubs his hands together, trying to find his rhythm with the small but irritated group of people filtering past them and trying to stand on the drain with Astrid. Oh, not people, Grimborn tourists, a phrase which makes his stomach churn like he never thought possible. One jostles her and she glares, looking back at Hiccup to hurry up. “Right. Mary Johnson, the fourth site. She was a prostitute looking for—”

“I know that,” she cuts him off, “I know all about the investigation and her last bar tab and how her murder is what got Ryker off of the suspect list for good. I’m asking why you care about it.”

He snorts, “it was always quiet. Lonely almost, except not lonely, because under that light,” he points up at the incandescent bulb that so accurately mimics the gaslights of a hundred years ago in the dark and sees a slightly cheesy-looking, oversized eyesore, “it was like stepping into a bubble where everything was the same as it was when—”

“Are you doing a tour?” A woman in a sparkly new Ripped Tavern shirt interrupts him, jostling between him and Astrid. “I thought all the tours were at night, I wanted to do one, but with the murderer still on the loose…”

“It’s a private tour, actually,” Astrid turns to stand beside him.

“He’s doing a tour!” She calls out anyway and a plump older man with a well-loved copy of that idiotic Krogan book under his arm steps up beside her. “I told you I’d find a daytime tour.”

“Do you also do a nighttime tour?” The man asks, “I think I’d prefer it with the ambiance, but my wife is scared.”

“Usually, I do, but…” But Snotlout. But the murders. But the fact that somehow in the last few months, giving tours has turned from getting to talk about his favorite thing to deflecting insensitive people away from questions that make him check corners twice before turning around them.

“See? It’s not safe to be out at night,” the woman giggles, grabbing her probable husband’s arm and tilting the book under it to better show its cover.

There’s a silhouette of a man in a top hat, brandishing a long, wicked knife and sneaking up behind a buxom silhouette of a historically inaccurate prostitute at the end of a dark alley. Hiccup bets the dog-eared pages along the bulk of it, spaced into four conspicuous chunks, are about bodies he doesn’t ever want to describe again.

“The Krogan book,” Hiccup flicks the cover with one hand and grabs Astrid’s hand with the other, “not quality research, half the dates are wrong, and he doesn’t know the difference between a ritualistic Jewish slaughterhouse blade and a steak knife at the Outback steakhouse they tore down the old kosher slaughterhouse to build.”

“Well, I’m not paying to be insulted,” the man huffs, tapping on his book and opening his mouth to make a point Hiccup can’t bring himself to listen to.

“You’re not paying at all, because I’m not giving tours,” he clears his throat like he’s doing exactly that, getting most of the attention in the alley before continuing, “you know, the great miracle of the Viggo Grimborn case is that by documenting a volatile period a little better than normal—”

“Deputy Ryker’s documentation is shit,” someone else in the crowd tries to start another argument that Hiccup doesn’t care about.

“Just a second, I’m leaving, I just want to throw something out there for you all to think about.” He pauses and Astrid squeezes his hand, encouraging even though he doesn’t need it right now, “Maybe, if you all thought about Viggo Grimborn as a fascinating window to what life used to be like, instead of fixating on who died here and how disgusting it was, maybe, just maybe, someone wouldn’t be copying it now.”

“Let’s go,” Astrid tugs his arm, half jogging past the crowd of stupid book wavers and laughing when he stumbles after her. A couple people try and follow, yelling something about the tour leaving, and he pulls her sideways into the narrow alley he hasn’t used since the night he found Jennifer’s body by the storm drain.

Two turns to the right down familiar passageways that welcome them with a faint echo of footsteps and the cool relief of damp air and he feels like he can breathe again, maybe for the first time in weeks. Maybe longer.

He’d like to think that the tall brick walls were thanking him for defending their architectural honor, separate from blood. Really, it’s him thanking them for the quiet as he pauses at the next turn, pressing his hand to the solid, cool stone.

“I doubt that counts as the rest of a tour,” he lowers his voice when the first word echoes and Astrid shrugs, a tentative, almost smug smile pulling at the corner of her lips.

“It did what I wanted it to.”

“Which was?” He steps closer, just barely, cocking his head and pressing against the ghost of a boundary when his eyes dart to her lips.

“I have dealt with so many Grimborn-ologists in the last few months,” she pokes the center of his chest and looks so defiantly at him that he can’t help but lean in, “you’re not one.”

He stops short and frowns, “what?”

“You aren’t well-adjusted—”

“We’re doing this now, ok, odd choice, I thought you were trying to cheer me up—”

“I’m not,” she smiles, pressing her hand flat against his chest, “I’m trying to tell you the truth, which is that you aren’t one of those weirdos obsessed with Grimborn.”

“I’m confused as to how you came to that conclusion,” he shrugs, gesturing at the alleys around them, “considering how we met and half of what we talk about and where we are.”

“I deal with people trying to steal Grimborn artifacts from the archives every week, at least, more often lately. A Grimborn themed bar just painted over a hundred and seventy-year-old building, to make it more comfortable for tourists to take a watered down walk past places where people died horrible deaths. Someone so obsessed with Grimborn’s methods that they had to replicate them has been terrorizing the city for weeks and murder tourism has only gone up.”

“I don’t see what that has to do with me,” Hiccup chews his lip and she sighs, shoving him gently away and crossing her arms.

“Exactly.” She shakes her head, “you have an interest, sure, but it’s like you just said, you’re interested in how people lived, not how they died. And learning that you got into Grimborn because of how much your dad loved this city…”

“So, I spend five years giving tours and you’re saying I’m a fake Grimborn geek boy?” He wants to be irritated just as much as he wants to laugh, but the result of the combination is too flat to echo even in the narrow alley. “At least my hat is an actual antique—"

“I’m saying there’s nothing cruel or destructive about the way that you learn things.” She says it like a compliment, tucking her hair behind her ear and looking importantly at him, like she can beam the meaning into his brain if she stares hard enough.

He doesn’t know how much gets through, but the fact that she means it this much makes his chest ache.

“We finished your tour, what now?” It’s either the exact wrong question or the right one because her expression softens to something like worry and she shrugs.

“I’m thinking I should probably go get my phone so that I can ask Fish if his spare room is still available,” she looks around, trying to see daylight at the mouth of one of the alleys, “how do we get out of here?”

“Here,” he gestures for her to follow him around the next corner, “why do you need Fishlegs’s spare room?”

“Because the twins couch is getting old really quick,” she squints as the sun pours into the mouth of the alley, pausing just before she trips on the low gate at the end.

“What’s wrong with your place? I thought you were pretty determined to fight off the serial killer onslaught with the home team advantage.” He stumbles slightly over the gate and catches himself on her shoulder, not that she seems to notice.

“I still haven’t been back after what happened to Snotlout,” she crosses her arms again but it’s more like she’s hugging herself than keeping him out. “I know I should feel better now that he’s obviously going to be ok, but—”

“He was sh—hurt at your place?” Hiccup feels himself go pale and Astrid’s eyebrows furrow, concerned and determined.

“No one told you.”

“I guess location wasn’t important when they didn’t know if he’d make it.”

“Hey,” she rubs his arm through his jacket, “he’s going to be fine though.”

“He was almost the fourth victim, wasn’t he?”

Astrid was right about Grimborn being destructive.

“But he wasn’t,” she assures him, “and now it’s over, the copycat has four murders under his belt—”

“But Snotlout isn’t dead—”

“How would they know that?” She trusts him to keep up with her logic and he doesn’t want to let her down, so he nods for her to continue. “The last thing they saw looked pretty dismal for him and the news hasn’t said anything about it.”

“It’s a break from method, it’s—all those other slum murders in eighteen-eighty-three that people try to put the Grimborn name on to make it a more gruesome story, we know it doesn’t fit because the injury profile was different—”

She kisses him to shut him up, hands on both of his cheeks when she pulls back, “the other sites are in alleys, even today. The first is in an inhabited apartment building that’s not in an awful part of town anymore, a drive-by was probably the most Grimborn thing they could pull off.”

“I don’t want you to stay with Fishlegs,” he tugs her hands away from his face and squeezes them in his. “He doesn’t like me, remember?”

“I don’t care, because I like you, and you have enough going on with Snotlout, you don’t need me in your hair.”

“You like me now, sure, but after a couple weeks with that moustache?” His lame teasing gets a barely there twitch of a smile before she nods to herself.

“I should still get my phone.”

He could let her go alone, he knows that, it’s the middle of the afternoon and there’s nothing dangerous about it. Especially because it’s Astrid, so she’s right, the murders are over.

She’s been good enough to tell him the hard truths though, and she deserves the same.

“I know I’m the one who’s supposed to be giving you a tour right now, but I think if you stopped telling me what to do, I’d be back at the hospital annoying Snotlout and feeling even more helpless than I do now.”

“Come with me,” she suggests but something about his expression stops her, “if I don’t want to see it, you probably really don’t.”

“I just had the Ripped back alley spoiled for me by sociopathic murder tourists, let me enjoy the ‘All Safe’ wall another day.”

“The ‘Al, I. Safe’ wall,” she corrects and he chooses to cement the image of her courtyard wall behind her, stealing his hat and correcting his tour because she couldn’t stand him thinking he was right when she thought he wasn’t, into his head. He doesn’t think it’ll do much against another pressure-washed, professionally, historically scrubbed patch of the ground, but it’s nice for now.

“Maybe you’re the Grimborn-ologist,” he teases, taking her hand and attempting a step towards his apartment, but she refuses to move her feet, one eyebrow raised. “I’m just saying, you’re awfully smug about a post-murder message.”

“A murder that I don’t even think was connected, by the way,” she insists as she starts walking beside him. The alleys aren’t much quicker than the main roads from here, and they’re close to Gruff’s anyway, so he stays on the main road, crossing the street one intersection early to avoid the alcove that Astrid doesn’t mention either.

“You’re still on that?” He nudges her side and she rolls her eyes, bumping her shoulder on his.

This should feel like taking Astrid back to his place for the first time, and it does, but the butterflies in his stomach are tired, more than tired. Suffering from insomnia, actually, because they absolutely didn’t get any rest while he slept on her lap.

She seems to doubt him for a second when he drops her hand and fishes his keys out of his pockets, taking a step back and looking up at the apartments with wide eyes.

“Is something wrong?”

“No,” she watches the key easily turn in the lock before continuing, “this is just a nice place, for a guy who couldn’t afford frozen yogurt.”

“It was my dad’s,” he steps back to let her go first up the stairs, “it was paid off when I inherited it.”

“That explains it,” she smiles over her shoulder at him and he stumbles, catching himself on the handrail. They’re too close on the tiny landing as he unlocks the front door but it’s not close enough.

Of course, his phone rings right as he’s swinging the door open, still on full blaring volume from the hospital when he was worried he’d fall asleep in the waiting room when someone needed to reach him.

“Shit, sorry,” he frowns at the Caller ID as they step into the living room and vaguely recognizes the number.

“Who is it?” Astrid looks over his shoulder her face lights up with recognition, “oh, that’s Ruffnut.”

“Oh,” he swallows hard, wondering how much Astrid knows about the last time he saw Ruffnut, “I should get this but um, make yourself at home?”

Snotlout always sounds like an adult saying that to people he brings home, but Hiccup feels like he’s about to have to scramble for an adult to take the important phone call. But he is the adult, and for the first time in a long time, maybe ever, he doesn’t want to run from that.

“Sure,” she nods, looking absently at the poster above the couch while he picks up the phone.

“Hey Ruff, what’s up?”

“Is Astrid there?”

“Uh, yeah, I didn’t realize she’d hired me as her secretary though, I definitely didn’t accept without seeing the benefits package.” He shrugs and Astrid holds out her hand for the phone, seemingly understanding what he’s hearing.

“I’ll negotiate for you if you hand the phone over,” Ruffnut sounds almost panicky enough to drown out the suggestion, “don’t worry, you’re in good hands, I know all her terms.”

“Is she asking for me?” Astrid reaches for his hand.

“Yeah,” he hands it over and Astrid holds it away from her ear for a second until Ruffnut is done with her evidently loud usual greeting. She listens for a second before sighing and sitting on the couch, hand over the receiving speaker for a second.

“Sorry, this might take a minute.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” He sits on the other end of the couch to take off his shoes and watches out of the corner of his eye as Astrid does the same, punctuating Ruffnut’s chatter with a couple bored ‘uh-huh’ type sounds and rolling her eyes. She bites her lip when Ruffnut says something particularly objectionable and curls her feet underneath her on the couch, fingers of her free hand fiddling absently with the patch on the arm’s old leather.

The comfort he felt waking up in the hospital with Astrid and Snotlout’s gentle bickering above him hits again but harder, closer, purer without hospital antiseptic smells. He wants Astrid curled on his couch, mildly annoyed but flicking impossibly fond eyes at him when she catches him staring more than he’s ever wanted a Grimborn letter he practically bankrupted himself for. He barely stops himself from blurting that out as he jumps to his feet, hands curled into awkward fists at his sides.

“I’m going to go take that shower really quick, ok? Cool, see you in a minute.”

He shuts the bathroom door behind him and sighs, not entirely sure that wasn’t a worse thing to blurt.

#ripped #hiccstrid #modern au #serial killer tour guide au #this chapter is...honestly really cute

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the last thing i'm gonna say about voltron, unintentional queerbaiting, and major s8 plotholes, and then imma shut up and let y'all be free from my long bitch ass s8 posts so we can get back to regularly scheduled klance fanfics & fanarts

yes, they queerbaited us with shiro as rep. not in the sense that he wasn't queer but in the sense that they hyped us up for his relationship with adam, made us think we were gonna see an adashi reunion, and we ended up getting like 90 seconds top of LGBT content over the entire series.

no, I highly doubt they did it intentionally. yes, they did admit they fucked up and apologized several times. yes, I appreciate the apology and I understand that they're human beings and people make mistakes and overlook things sometimes. like they said, they never meant to make anyone feel baited. they really thought they were going to get a good response. lauren called voltron a "learning experience" in the open letter to the fandom after s7. I think she meant learning experience in general ofc but I think she also meant they've learned how to and how not to do LGBT rep in a show.

but I will absolutely be taking any promises of LGBT rep from lm and jds with a grain of salt. i will absolutely be watching their future works from afar and not getting myself too invested until the series ends and I can watch it as a whole while knowing what to expect.

I dont think they MEANT harm but y'all...they fucked up. they know it, and they apologized. it shows maturity that they apologized in that open letter after s7 and at the final nycc panel, and again, I appreciate that.

but I would rather they have not said anything about LGBT rep, ever, and just let gay shiro be a nice surprise. then, the minimal rep we received would have been wonderful and a nice warm surprise instead of a huge disappointment. it was only a disappointment because it didn't live up to the hype they made for it. and I know the hype was partially due to marketing they had no control over, but it was absolutely partially them, too.

they didn't promise LGBT content in LoK and canon korrassami ended up being a nice surprise even though it was minimal. that was how they SHOULD have done shiro's sexuality if they knew it was going to be a small thing. I would rather they have kept their lips zipped about LGBT, not announced gay shiro ahead of time, and just it be what it was when seasons 7 and 8 came out.

again, I dont think the bait was intentional, but it was bait all the same.

you are not crazy or too sensitive if your feelings are hurt/you feel baited by this show. you are not a shitty person if you just dont trust them right now. dont let people tell you otherwise. it's okay to take a step back from their work and wait to see how their next show plays out before you get involved.

i really do love voltron, even though s8 was confusing af, seasons 1-7 were LIT. I enjoy bits and pieces of s8 but mostly it was a let down. not only because of rep, just because a lot of things didn't make sense to me and a lot of the problem solving just felt way too convenient.

like I feel like every conflict in the plot was resolved way too easily and/or in ways that didnt make sense. and I feel like most of the characters' futures in the credits didnt really match up to those characters personalities. specifically lance, hunk, and keith.

lance staying on earth with his family, spreading allura's message to carry on her legacy? makes perfect sense, valid af. lance becoming a farmer? not so much. I feel like he would have been better suited as teaching classes as a pilot instructor at the garrison or smth similar. altean lance still gave me whiplash and left me confused af but he looks so damn 👌👌👀👀🙌🙌😭 with his cute ass altean marks that I'm just gonna let that one go for the sake of aesthetic.

hunk becoming a chef? not ooc necessarily but I feel like he would have been better suited as a diplomat. y'know. ambassador to earth sort of thing.

keith aiding in recovery efforts and being a humanitarian (...alien-itarian...? idk). okay let's be real we all knew this edgy boi has a soft ass heart. I think hes just mature enough now to let his walls come down and not be afraid of caring ig. which is sweet and nice and all. but I feel like he wouldnt...JUST be doing that. like he would still want the battle and the adrenaline and the badass mf fight sequences. that's kinda his Thing.

shiro marrying a rando? I would have preferred adam to not die and them end up getting back together once shiro returned to earth. i just feel like there was no reason to kill off adam? shiro has already suffered so much, what was the point? but i'm not gonna hate on curtis bc we dont know jackshit about him and for all we know he could be a bombass dude. shiro looked happy tho and it's better than him being forever alone so I can hesitantly accept that ig. but on one condition and one condition only: their ship name must be shirts. if their ship name is not shirts then I dont want it

allura's death was pointless. i havent seen anyone disagree with this one so far. her life was full of suffering and then she died. like can we all just agree she was done dirty and it was entirely unnecessary.

dont come @ me with "you just dont like s8 bc your ship wasnt canon"

that's not it at all.

they could have made this season so amazing and still not have made klance canon. they could have left me disappointed in no klance but still happy because the finale made my heart go dynamite BOOM. I could have ended the last episode with no canon klance and still been smiling because the plot was bitchin' and the characters were all alive and happy.

but they didnt, so I wasnt. it just...wasnt a good season. it had good aspects, yes, but as a whole? meh.

season 8 was poorly handled. it really was. it had so much potential to end with EVERY character having a positive ending and still have an actual satisfying conclusion to the war. I know they wanted to show how heavy and serious and heartbreaking the war actually was, but you can make an emotional, heavy finale without killing off a main character and leaving her main character love interest lonely and grieving. like im sorry killing allura and leaving lance sad and lonely was not necessary at all to the plot it just flat out wasnt. they did those characters dirty and they did allurance shippers even dirtier.

allurancers cheered seeing their ship canon then had it ripped out from under them and my heart honestly grieves worse for my allurance and allura stan fam than my klance fam. they did y'all so wrong and i'm sorry it had to go down like that.

sheith shippers got fucked over when all that development and relationship and growth culminated into basically nothing in the final season. like as a broganes stan even i was taken aback by the sudden radio silence between them so I cant imagine how let down actual sheith shippers feel.

us adashi shippers? obvious. adam's death was not necessary. and dont tell me it was to show the heaviness and realness of death in war because vld does NOT have a track record of dead characters staying dead. they could have at least gave us some mild development with shirts (lmfao im so sorry but shirts) and let us see more of curtis as a character. like...literally just two 60 second scenes would have been nice. they could have easily fit that in.

us klancers got fucked over by unnecessary parallels to canon ships. they could have made it a cute platonic friendship in s8 and let us enjoy it and proceed to enjoy fanon klance without all those blatant parallels to shay/hunk that just left us confused. and the parallels in earlier seasons. like why did you have to make so many parallels to romantic moments and romantic tropes if it was platonic. why did you have to go and do that. what was the point.

s8 could have ended in such a way that shippers of every ship in the fandom were satisfied with the finale because their faves were treated right and the plot was fire. it had so much potential in the first half and could have been so damn good.

it wasnt though. the entire thing was so confusing and nothing about it felt like vld. It feels like a spin off or a reboot. I dont like s8 as a whole and I doubt I ever will. it might grow on me in time but I'll never fully like it, y'know. everything about it felt so tilted and off and just wrong.

but it really just be like that sometimes ig.

#i wont be responding to comments on this #feel free to send an ask w your thoughts #but no promise i'll answer it #klance #voltron #sheith #allurance #adashi #vld

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bitch I bet you thought I’d forgotten about Riverdale, “Chapter Thirty-Seven: Fortune and Men’s Eyes”

I absolutely agree with Archie’s wild careening off the side of the road of justice to plead guilty to a crime he “may as well have” committed. I couldn’t believe Archie was so preposterously on the money about himself: “I didn’t kill anyone, but I could have.” GOOD, ARCHIE. I love Juvie Archie. better than Fascist Archie!!!!

I didn’t google “prison powder” to see if that shit’s soap or for lice or what but y’all’ll fill me in on that won’t you

“Leopold and Loeb” is just the level of allusory on-brand naming hubris I demand

“Captain Golightly” doesn’t seem to be a reference to anything other than a brutal dichotomy between whimsy and a dictatorial prison state

you know they hit us up with that Pop’s lighting not even at Pop’s! I never met a window I didn’t want to have bathe me in God’s light!

Sixth period is Intro to Film: the cross stitch quote on the warden’s wall, which I assume dude’s wife made for him because he and she adhere to traditional gender roles, is of course from Sonnet 29, referenced in the title to a play and 70’s movie very much about sexual slavery in prison (Archie has not seen it)

Day One at Juvie Coif: very good, uplifted, touchable but held fast

they really did the line-up of the Hot Dads of Riverdale right there: Tom seems to be eating pancakes and bacon, and FP is wearing a scarf like a headband but like a necklace

Fred’s flannel is an interesting mix of colors like, for a flannel, and Veronica appears to be wearing subtle yellow eyeshadow to go with her waitress dress

when were we going to hear about the three perjuring thugs? who corroborated Archie’s false confession???? cold

“Shadow County” is the third county in “Riverdale State”

The Blossom spawn: Dr. Patel seems to be the Cooper family GP with specialities in both obstetrics and neurology; Betty is still wearing her hospital bracelet

I never noticed the teensy blackboard under Alice’s kitchen cabinets; the Coopers are truly peak bourgeois chic

Polly’s itty bitty lace headband is good and the Farm has done wonders for her and Alice’s accessory game

Betty’s body language at “Uh...because I saw you and mom throw the twins on a fucking fire” is very funny (Betty has not told a joke yet)

Dilton Doiley is a canonically great dancer: RIP!!!!!!

I want to get out of the way that for some reason Jughead looks really good throughout this episode. I can’t explain why, maybe it’s because he’s finally wearing plaid again, but he looks good. if you thought he looked good in the first place, he’s back

is Betty wearing her Carrie: the Musical outfit?

last week I misheard Dilton and thought he said “Cardinal King,” and I was like, What? and then it got even better

Places Bughead are Fucking: the Blue & Gold office

Archie > Dawson: God bless Archie but he does try to be personable with Mad Dog right away, unleashing one of his legendary “bros.” how old were you when you realized you couldn’t do a pull-up? I’ve never done a pull-up in my goddamn life and certainly not to a vinyl of a piano sonata

Mad Dog (I just wrote “God,” because I guess he’s that beautiful) has approximately 100 cigarettes, which he certainly does not smoke, so he is hoarding them for some grand purpose?

when Mad Dog turned around I swear I saw muscles I didn’t know the human body possessed. I’m talking fresh-out-of-the-science-tube Steve Rogers

Fwoopy hair is the best hair: Mad Dog’s impeccably maintained fade

The 2001 Josie and the Pussycats movie was a masterpiece: Josie has the right attitude about LBJ and Vietnam, except I think JFK got us into Vietnam, but then the Gulf of Tonkin was LBJ. I don’t want to google the Vietnam War. look, McNamara is a war criminal

Cheryl’s sheaths: I wish I had the energy to coordinate my bras with the rest of my aesthetic like Josie, in a leopard print, and Cheryl, in red lace. I will say I have recently discovered unlined bras and they have changed me for the better

do you think Archie + varsity football + theater extracurriculars = Cheryl + student body president + 4.0 GPA + theater extracurriculars?

Serpent with the General-style opthalmic frames and low-rise Chucks intrigues me

Joaquin does Archie so bad!!!!!!! even after he got the fucking tattoo, damn!

Sexy, aesthetic Southside: Joaquin’s eyes are so crystal clear that I don’t think they have a color of their own. he’s wearing the optional grey shirt, so they look grey; if he wore the optional navy shirt (I can’t yet tell a difference in status) they would look blue

oh god, what is that Ghoulie doing at the fucking fence? is he slicing his fingertips for fun? what the fuck, the Ghoulies are so fucking bizarre

Archie calls Joaquin “bro” which means he is fucking serious

we all need to take a moment to ourselves to truly absorb the skull of Dr. Curdle’s son, who is also a corrupt coroner (his name tag says “Dr. Curdle Jr”). of the three most alien skulls so far, this is the most take-abacking (I HAVE seen every episode and my calculations are sound)

he’s really gonna let Dilton (RIP!!!!!) have his arm hang down off the table like that, in this, his final repose? cold

the almost ironic intonation of “signs….of stress….” as he pulls the sheet down is amazingly 50’s horror movie

“Runic, I’d say.”

mmmmmmmmmm Fresh-Aid! I listened to the Jonestown tape in an episode of Last Podcast and was well disturbed!!!!!

you tell me why Jughead is using the camera he used in the pilot instead of like, his phone camera: because Jughead?

because Jughead

Places Bughead are Fucking: coroner’s Office

I want one of these L & L shirts. I would prefer the navy version with the little sleeves

excuse me but one of these Ghoulies has an absolute 2008 sidebang

I’m writing a scene where it’s gay.: “DON’T TOUCH HIS FACE”

Veronica’s flower sweater

BEN BUTTON

Betty’s 70’s-collared Piet Mondrian shirt is super cute, although a white-backed women’s shirt with that thin Forever 21 fabric always fucks you if you have to wear a bra

the actress who plays Evelyn Evernever is named Zoé de Grand Maison and honestly I don’t know who has the better name

DOES KEVIN STILL WANT TO LOSE HIS VIRGINITY BY HALLOWEEN

if homecoming is in September or October, the schedule should be roughly 1) Archie gets out of juvie, followed by 2) Kevin loses his virginity with Moose

Gay.: Kevin’s kiss is VERY good and quite bold! for a hallway, and Moose’s twangy hair is nice

at my high school, everyone just said “rot-see” for ROTC, so surely these hip kids wouldn’t go around saying R-R-O-T-C like that, UNREALISTIC, RIVERDALE

the extremely tall gothy Vixen is even taller than the extremely tall Ghoulie and I would like to take her to homecoming

Summer + Blair = Veronica: “You’re acting like trash, and I don’t want to get a citation.”

what the hell does student body president even do? to the extent I can even recall our student body president, whose name I believe was Lauren, I think she read the afternoon announcements

Ben WAS the kid Kevin ordered that hot dog from during the James Dean closing night! (I’m not double-checking)

Ben WAS the kid Miss Grundy was ~grooming~ when she got merked!

Ben’s mom is such a boring white mom lady that she’s wearing a denim button-down with but a single flower appliqué

YOU KNOW I LOVED THAT BLAIR WITCH TWIG BABY

Officer Henderson WAS the cop who found the “HL” briefcase at the dead Serpent’s hotel room!

I looked into what starting a chapter of the Innocence Project entails for a “couple of minutes.” I assume Veronica is going to go with option one: nonprofit organization, “independently incorporated” with “its own governing board” and fundraising, as I would doubt Riverdale has a local law school or much of a public defender’s office, you know what I’m saying?

What damn high school in America: Veronica is wearing some high-waisted black slacks and quite the polka dot top, which may in fact simply be a bustier. I imagine Principal Weatherbee has battled so many times over the years with Cheryl, who is constantly toeing the line of what a 16-year-old can legally wear, that he has since given up entirely

Jughead crawling over the back of the couch and dangling the totem baby is such a throwback to Jughead crawling over the back of the diner booth and eating the whipped cream cherry that now they are simply teasing me with the grandeur of times gone by, like an Andy Williams Christmas song thrown up on 101.9 KINK

Ethel has on some sort of wicked pin but it’s not in focus!

Betty’s top is very cute, structured

everyone has their own “Yeah, I guess” face at “Dilton Doiley [RIP!!!!!!!] has a secret bunker in the woods?”

Jughead cooly threatens Ethel with quote-unquote telling the police; this of course calls back to Jughead threatening Dilton (RIP!!!!!) in the third episode with Sheriff Keller, but let me ask you this: if Betty & Jughead DID take Ethel to the sheriff, would Sheriff Minetta give a flying fuck? doesn’t he answer directly to Hiram on all things Jughead at this point? could Betty and Jughead POSSIBLY still imagine the cops will heed anything they bring them?

Sheriff Minetta: Jughead Jones now seems to be under the impression that a band of Riverdale High juniors are in an underground RPG cult that has led to a double-suicide

Hiram: Thank God

something about Jughead’s teensy Yes’m head nod is just enough like a chivalrous bow that I have thus taken the time to note how cute it is

Day Two Juvie Coif: visibly succumbing to stress, but with dignity; starting to feather

I don’t know anything about sneakers but I like Mad Dog’s hightops

the cinematography in Archie’s cell is great. I especially like the panning around Archie when he’s not even moving, just listening to Mad Dog talking about, “The moment you set foot in here,” etc.

Mädchen Amick, MÄDCHEN AMICK: FP AND ALICE BOOOOOIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!! missing is the implied scene where Alice called FP to “get over here” so they can “talk to our kids” “together”

50 Shades of Betty: Betty tries hard to communicate with only her left eyebrow, fails

am I imagining a callback to Alice assuming Jughead was the one who railroaded Betty into looking at Jason Blossom? Alice’s stance on Jughead is too exhausting to track

Alice is certainly wearing a sheer floral peasant blouse she would NOT have worn the previous two seasons, SUSPICIOUS

Places Bughead are Not Fucking: Betty’s room

Gay?!: Archie’s incredulous delight at Reggie having helped picked out his RHS-themed sneakers; the Bulldogs are all about that #threestripelife

Veronica was rich: “FRESH KICKS”

Moose is apparently a “straight beast,” if you will

one of these Serpents is holding two playing cards, just chilling and holding two playing cards. I hope his prison name is like SNAKE EYES or THE JOKER

that Ghoulie dude is so striking and elongated, I swear to God he looks like John Travolta in Grease. that undercut, the well-oiled curls on top? can he be Josie’s fall fling?

God bless jingle-jangle: can you DROP OUT of fourth grade? doesn’t the state come for you, what the fuck?

I unironically love Archie’s plan. I fucking love it

“YOU’VE NEVER KNOWN THE EPIC HIGHS AND LOWS”—ARCHIE—YOU’RE A FUCKING SAVANT

I’m looking for other good haircuts in the background. one dude has a solid Wakanda-era Bucky Barnes and there’re slicked up curls aplenty. this juvie is like a candy box

you know this bitch loves a rack focus, especially onto prison wardens

Please protect Betty: “It’s chamomile, Betty. Calm down.”

FREAKISHLY good micromoment of Alice just like wiping away an eyelash or something

aloud, with witnesses, I said “This is like when they first held hands, am I right?” and then Betty said the “kind of reminds me of when we first started dating,” just to prove to you I HAVE seen every episode

Betty calmly checking in with Jughead re: Satan’s Reindeer

he’s most certainly Ethel on stilts (I’m very bad at predicting), but I love the Gargoyle King. he’s just the right mix of she-puts-you-in-the-corner and herky-jerky T-Rex, plus she put paint on him or whatever, in case somebody put a flashlight beam on him? Ethel fucking Muggs or whoever

love the sexy noir diner lighting and I will die loving it

Jughead eats: a toothpick

Day Three Juvie Coif: back at it, flush with victory; firm and wavy

Cheryl’s a chaos angel from hell: I do wish Cheryl were not so permanently a good guy. I wish she wanted to be Student Body President, all of a sudden, so badly that she was trying to keep Archie in juvie so he could never reclaim his throne, like if she were Scar

Kevin’s magenta polo has a subtle wave print

I hope the RROTC is somehow rotting from the inside, like the Adventure Scouts or Aquaholics

The female gaze: Archie’s cranking out push-ups and Mad Dog is doing tricep dips to warm up, for the game and “other business,” respectively. sometimes I like to do tricep dips too, usually for forty-five seconds while I’m waiting for the microwave to reheat my Kraft Thick N’ Creamy

Archie’s “What the hell are you to him?” is maybe his most astute query into something not being right that doesn’t include his remarkable quickness on the uptake of Jughead at the end of season one (I HAVE seen every episode)

These students are legally children: what the fuck did Mad Dog do that he’s been sentenced to like 25 years in prison? he’s a minor for God’s sake. get on this, Veronica

Places Bughead are Fucking: the fucking woods

catch me hightailing it the fuck out of there when Betty and Jughead do anything that even remotely resembles opening a circular hatch to ANYTHING out in a fucking forest clearing and peering down inside. BYE BITCHES YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN!!!!!

someone in the writer’s room at even only one point said the phrase “like in True Detective” while unspooling this yarn

Fifth period is AP English: I have to take Jughead’s word for it that there’re any bunkers in any Philip K. Dick novel

I am STILL salty that the Swords & Serpents thing IS NOT THE SAME THING as THIS RPG and that it was wholly abandoned. I can’t believe we’re not doing Jughead being sucked into the RPG cult and Betty have to haul him out SIMULTANEOUSLY with her mother being sucked into the postpartum cult and having to haul HER out

“He’s also featured prominently on this copper coin.”

y’all can just buy cyanide like that, in that glass growler? it has a “reliable prescription” sticker on it, WTF?

“Drink from the correct cup and ascend to the kingdom” is definitely ripped from one of the tracks on that Avenged Sevenfold album I bought at Borders freshman year

Jughead doubts it: “OR SOMETHING EVEN MORE INSIDIOUS”

I fucking knew that Adventure Scout was gonna be under that fucking cot but it still scared the crap out of me because The Haunting of Hill House exhausted my reserves

I’m going to come out and say that I’ve never cared for Charmed and I’m not watching the reboot. however I am exceedingly ready for Sabrina

“Princess Etheline”

guys, I found the “Jailhouse Rock” dance charming, especially the implication that the boys started the game up again in the middle to like, show off for the girls. am I getting soft in my old age?

Josie’s VERY bright blue eyeshadow

Cheryl’s hair: Cheryl had to have been influenced by the trend started pre-2012 in So You Think You Can Dance wherein dancers with very long hair just leave it down

Hiram…..Archie’s in jail. what else do you want? like, he’s IN JUVIE

am I out of my fucking mind or is Hiram wearing a pin that is PSYCHOTICALLY close to being the Hydra hydra?

Archie overtaking the first few guards with those slow-mo crosses until they finally beat him down by their sheer numbers was basically a scene from Spartacus: War of the Damned

Betty’s bug print is cute while being, subconsciously, slightly unsettling; this is true for Betty as a whole

Ethel’s mustard yellow cotton cardigan has some sort of flower print on its back? COOL

I would like to extend a hearty “fuck off with that for fucking me” to whoever blocked out seizing-Ethel whipping her arm up like that with her jacked hand JUST LIKE IN HEREDITARY. FUCK OFF!, and I mean it

“Damn good coffee”: Evelyn has just the sort of niche superpower I wish I could have: to fuck with other people’s social interactions from a casual remove

Jughead is remarkably polite with 911, much calmer than with the desk nurse after Fangs got shot (I HAVE seen every episode)

(Hereditary was much better than Hill House)

Best costume bit: Monica Posh is hot

Every triangle has three corners, every triangle has three sides: Kevin wants that dick SO BADLY that he has JOINED THE ARMY (or whatever)

how did Pop’s lighting manage to glide all the way over to L&L?

Day Four Juvie Coif: slept on but still truckin’

Archie can only be fucking imagining what is about to happen to him (Archie has definitely seen Fight Club, and Jughead had to explain how it was satire)

Certified pedigree: LEGENDARY SQUAD OF PARENTS!!!!!! Hermione’s getting the band back together à la It

Penelope Blossom has gone full Victorian goth in that floor-length lace Chicago black widow number

“At the mere mention of ‘blue lips,’” Jughead wrote, “a shiver frissoned around the room.”

you can tell Alice is in a hippie cult because not only is she wearing crystals but she has stopped wearing eye makeup (I could never be in this sort of cult because if I don’t smear kohl all over them I look like I have tiny eyes; I am sensitive about this)

I’ve seen Brick like thirty times: the reveal of Ben in the window, bathed in the blue glow of Pop’s diner, was like, ~chills~

“You’ll fly too” is of course also It, which, FUCK OFF

NEXT WEEK: I could be very fucking wrong about this but FP has a tattoo on his left pec that may very well be of a jellybean

#riverdale #tropes #commentary #i say

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felixthekoala · 6 years

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Drifted

Group: Stray Kids

Pairing: Felix x Reader

Description: Water Polo!Felix

a/n: I’m having issues with tumblr rn so I can’t add a keep reading option as of right now or all the text gets majorly messed up. Please bear with me and I’ll fix this as soon as possible. Also, this was originally part of a 9 chapter collab with other lovely writers but schedules got in the way so we’re posting our own as solo fics. I’d still highly recommend reading all the others, they are phenomenal!!

You sprinted across the grass, your breath ripped from your lungs. You had been studying in the library at school and, being the genius you were, forgot your phone at home so you couldn’t tell how late it had gotten. Your mom was going to kill you. Glancing around, you realized the shortest way to your car was through the pool area. Making a beeline for the gate, you threw it open, slowing down slightly so you wouldn’t slip on the wet floor. You shrieked, heart flying out of your chest when you heard someone clear their throat. Whipping around, you scoured the darkness for the source of the sound.

“And what might we be doing here at this hour?” a familiar voice asked. You followed the sound to the pool, finding none other than your ex-childhood best friend.

“Felix, what are you doing here?” you demanded. He smirked, swimming over to the edge.

“Ah ah ah, you still haven’t answered my question. No wait- lemme guess… You were studying in the library and lost track of time? You’ve always been the studious one.”

You scoffed. He said it like it was a bad thing. Was it really so bad?

“I’m right, aren’t I?” he asked, the look on your face answering his question for you.

“Well what are you doing here, Felix? Shouldn’t you be going to some party or getting jacked off ‘roids or some shit you jocks do?” you retorted bitterly. How someone could have changed so much in one summer had you appalled.

“I sense some contempt in your tone, may I ask what I ever did to you? You were the one who stopped answering my calls.”

You glared at him. “Are you kidding me right now?! You know what you did, Felix. How could I answer your calls after that? You obviously thought you were better than me since you joined the water polo team.”

He cocked his head in confusion.

“You really don’t remember?”

He shook his head.

“That just shows how little you cared about me. Whatever Felix, I’m leaving. I’ve done perfectly fine without you for five years, I can avoid you for the rest of my life if I want.”

“Wait!” he brought his hand up to stop you.

“What?” you sighed in exasperation.

“I really don’t know what I did to you. What happened? One day you just stopped talking to me.”

“I feel weird talking to you in the pool, Felix, it’s awkward. In fact, this whole thing is awkward.”

“Why don’t you join me in here, then?” he winked, causing you to choke.

“Excuse me??”

“Come on, you used to love swimming with me.”

“That was before. We both know both of us have changed since then,” you replied, trying to conceal the hurt you felt remembering those painful memories.

“Fine, will you at least help me out?” he asked, holding a hand out.

You lifted your eyebrow at his hand. “Aren’t you a water polo player? Don’t you have all those rippling muscles to compensate for all that masculinity lost by wearing a speedo?”

“Ooh, zinger. You know, I really missed our witty banter with you constantly making jabs at ‘dumb jocks’,” he replied, placing a hand on his heart in mock offense. “And yes, I normally am fully capable of pulling myself out of the water, but you see I’ve been training alone for as long as you’ve been studying, so roughly five hours, and my arms are completely dead. Now will you please help me out?”

You sighed, placing your backpack on the ground and grabbed his hand. “Fine, but you’re putting a towel on the second I get you out of there.”

“Deal.”

You noticed the smirk a second too late, and before you knew it, his strong arm had yanked you into the pool. You shrieked, as you made contact with the cool water, spluttering when you surfaced.

“You son of a bitch!” You screamed, sending a wave of water directly towards his face.

“Hey, you always loved my mom,” he teased through laughter.

“I can’t believe you just did that! You are completely ridiculous and immature and childish and-” you froze when you felt his hands on your shoulders, looking into his eyes that bore into yours.

“Hey, I’m sorry, I was just trying to have some fun. You look like you haven’t had fun since you dumped me for academics.”

“You mean when you dumped me for all of your jock friends who say nothing but shit about me?”

“Wait wait, what? You mean Yugyeom and Jackson? I don’t know how you heard about that but they’re not my friends. Well they were my friends for all of two minutes before they said that shit and I gave them matching black eyes…”

“You did that?”

He nodded.

“For me?”

Another nod.

“Why?”

“You were my best friend. Even if I felt like I was losing you and tried to make new friends to make up for it, I still cared about you.”

You blinked back tears as the realization hit you.

“Oh god, I was so awful to you. I blamed you for all those things being said about me and I completely ghosted you. I was afraid you would think you were too cool to be friends with me anymore when you joined the water polo team so I threw myself into my academics. I never thought-”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Sure it sucked that we went this long being bitter towards each other, but we know the truth now, yeah? Maybe we can go back to being friends?”

You nodded, sniffling.

“I’d like that.”

He smiled. “Good, because I’ve missed you. Now stop crying, you’re gonna make me cry.” He pulled you into a hug, rubbing circles in your back.

Your eyes widened as you became extremely aware of his lack of covering over his torso.

“Uhm, Felix? As much as I missed your hugs, do you think maybe we could save them for when you’re fully clothed and I’m not freezing in a pool?”

“Huh?” He processed what you had said and quickly pulled away. “Oh, uh, yeah, sorry. I forgot.” He ran his fingers through his hair, an embarrassed smile on his face. That was one of your favorite nervous habits of his, and you tried to suppress the smile that was fighting to emerge on your face. “Here, I’ll help you out,” he offered, grabbing your waist and lifting you out of the water effortlessly.

“Well I guess water polo is good for one thing,” you joked. “I remember when you couldn’t even beat me at arm wrestling.”

“Yeah, you should come to one of my games to see the real impressive stuff.”

“Awe, is little Lixie wanting me to come support him?” you teased, tapping his nose with your finger.

“Oh, shut up,” he grumbled, struggling to hide his smile. “I haven’t been called Lixie in forever.”

“That’s because I’m the only one who can call you that.”

“True. And I’m the only one who can call you a nerd.”

You punched his arm playfully. “I’m not sure if I should take offense at that.”

He laughed. “Well, we should get you home. I’m guessing that’s where you were sprinting off to?”

You scrambled up in a panic. “Oh my god I completely forgot! I have to go, Felix, but I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“You’re welcome!” he called out as you grabbed your backpack and ran to your car, ignoring the freezing air and the squelching sound in your shoes.

You loved your first class on Wednesdays because it was an hour and a half of free period. The best use of free period was shoving your nose in a book in the student lounge and studying for upcoming tests, which was exactly what you were doing when a pair of warm hands covered your eyes.

“Guess who!” he sang in your ear.

“I swear to god, Felix, if you don’t remove those hands right now I will punch you where it hurts. You know I’m not above it,” you growled and luckily for him, he removed them immediately. He plopped down in the spot next to you on the couch, laughing. “Seriously? 'Guess who?’ That’s so five years ago, Felix,” you teased, smacking his arm.

“How would you prefer I greet you, then? Hmmm? How about 'what’s up nerd?’”

“You say that I will reply with a swift kick to your jock strap.”

“You see, that just goes to show how little you know about jocks, in water polo, we don’t wear jock straps, we wear speedos. You really need to learn your enemy before you attack.”

“Fine, I’ll snap your speedo so hard your children will feel it. Better?”

He smiled. “Much.”

“So why are you here?” you asked, giving up on your studying and shutting your book.

“Other than to see your lovely scowl?” he joked, ruffling your hair. You glared at him through the tangled curtain he had made.

“Yes, other than that, which you will see a lot more if you keep doing that.”

“Well remember how I said you could come cheer me on at a game some time?”

“Yeah…?”

“I have a game tonight, and I was wondering if you’d maybe like to come? It’s a home game, so you don’t have to go anywhere…” He trailed off, running his fingers through his hair.

“What time is it?”

He perked up instantly, grabbing your shoulders. “Really? You’ll come!”

You smiled at his puppy-like behavior. “I’ve got nothing better to do, so I guess so.”

Hearing that, he pulled you into a tight embrace, thanking you profusely. You glanced around at the growing pairs of eyes on you.

“Uh Felix? I missed you and all, but we’re kinda not alone and it’s not exactly middle school anymore…”

He looked around before snorting and continuing to hug you.

“Whatever, they can enjoy the sight of me back with my best friend. Honestly if they get scandalized at this, then them making up stories in their heads is inevitable.”

“I guess you’re right, but Felix?”

“Hmm?”

“Why are you so excited about me coming to your game?”

He chuckled in your ear. “I guess because you’ve never gone to one of my games and I’ve always dreamt of a day when you’d support me in the stands. Now that day is finally here.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his sentimentality. He was the sweetest boy you ever knew, even if he was a little brat a lot of the time.

“I missed you too, Felix. I missed you too.”

(to be continued?)

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musicalshavemysoul · 6 years

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Early June- Evan Hansen x reader

This is a story that just kinda happend-let us know if we should continue it

What if i'm not smart?

What if i'm not pretty?

What if i'm not cool?

What if i'm a loser?

What if i'm a failure?

What if i succeed?

I quickly erase this nearly depressing poem.

Who am i kidding?

It's depressing.

Life's depressing.

I'm depressing.

"I should write that down."

i find a black marker on my messy desk and began to write those words on my arm.

A whole new world A new fantastic point of view No one to tell us no Or where to go Or say we're only dreaming

i frantically search for my phone in the rubble on my desk.

Finally finding it i see that it's my "wonderful" and "caring" mother.

"Holo?" (true fans will get this)

"Y/n! Hey sorry hun but im gonna be late tonight okay?"

"yeah i know."

"order some pizza and don't forget to unpack your room okay?"

"okay."

"alright i gotta go-JACOB YOU BETTER NOT-"

the line went dead.

once agian

i'm home

alone

with no friends

and no pets

"Guess it's time to watch Riverdale."

BEEEEEEEEEP BEEEEEEEEEEEEP BITCH WAKEY WAKEY

I jolted out of my bed nearly falling in the process.

Ah Monday.

The day where Hell and Earth meet once a week to talk shit out.

"Y/N WAKE UP!"

That is my annoying yet caring sister Casey.

"I'M UP! GIVE ME A SECOND!"

See on mornings like this i would usually roll back over and go to sleep.

But no,

It's Monday

that means school.

And not only that but it's a new school.

Which means new problems.

Which means I'm gonna have to hold back the need to slap someone.

I waddle over to my closet and throw on a Striped jumper and some ripped jeans.

"Y/N COME ON!"

"ALRIGHT CAS I'M COMMING!"

I quickly pulled on my shoes and ran down the stairs.

"Grab your toast and your backpack and hop in the car."

"Are you driving?"

"Obviously! Now hurry up!"

Even though Casey and I are the same age, she still act's older that me.

I mean i don't mind since our mom is barely around and our father is...busy. it’s just she can be pushy.

Once Cas got in the car she basically sped all the way to the school.

Of course once we got there people did send some mean looks and glares our way but that didn't really scare me.

My sister on the other hand..eh..let's not get into it.

"Okay so on my schedule it say's that some girl named Alana Beck is gonna show me around. Are you gonna be ok by your self?"

"Yeah i'll be fine. You know me."

"Okay. Just- try not to get in any fights."

"Ah i can't make any promises."

We both let out a laugh then went are separate ways.

I made my way to the front office where i was greeted by the strong smell of weed.

"Wow. So this is what teachers do instead of grading papers."

When i looked up i saw a boy around my age with long hair.

"Ah so your where the weed smell is coming from."

"Yeah and? Do you have a problem? Does it bother you?"

I could hear the sarcasm dripping from his voice.

I like this kid.

"Oh nah. I just thought i could have some. SIGH. What a shame."

His eye's nearly widened. Looking like he's never seen a girl ask for a hit or something.

"You wanna skip with me?"

"Hell yeah. I hate Mondays."

"Alright Garfield let's go."

"If I'm Garfield then your Odie."

So there we are.

Connor murphy and I, behind the school smoking weed and sharing stories.

"And now everyone think's i threw a printer at some dumb ass teacher back in elementary."

"Dude are you kidding? That's so fucking stupid. How would you even be able to lift said printer?"

"Exactly!"

We laughed for what felt like forever.

well that was until-

"CONNOR!"

#evan hansen #evan hansen x reader #dear even hansen the musical #dear evan hansen #connor murphy #jared kleinman #deh #alana beck

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pckarchives · 4 years

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beneath the cut , you’ll find a much shorter compilation of odd factoids about these characters. factoids that, as usual, i came up with at 4am. well. some of these things, i’ve known for a while, but some of them are new.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟏. › alicia marie levesque boyd-whitley.

► medical issues ➔ none! even before the doctors got to her, she was a relatively healthy child. at worst, she had some seasonal bronchitis, but that only happened twice. ► knows far too much about ➔ parasites. she had to do a research project on them in her senior year and... yeah, no. fuck that. ► fears death via ➔ experimentation/surgery. no second guesses as to why. ► chances of being “evil” ➔ genuinely none.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟐. › amari rose kent.

► medical issues ➔ also none! she’s never even gotten sick. she can get sick when she’s dead, but as long as she’s alive, people need her to be healthy. ► knows far too much about ➔ natural disasters! tsunamis, earthquakes, tornadoes, you name it, she can spout some odd facts about it. ► fears death via ➔ overdose. because she’s gotten close to overdose a few times, the idea freaks her out. it’s part of why she hasn’t been overly tempted to take any drugs since the separation. ► chances of being “evil” ➔ slimmer than she thinks. yeah, she can do bad things and will do bad things. but... no, she could never truly harm anyone innocent.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟑. › camden wesley layton lahey.

► medical issues ➔ none. if he did have any in his youth, his dad never took him to the hospital to find out. ► knows far too much about ➔ dinosaurs. he wasn’t too interested in them as a kid, but he would talk to isaac about them when they were younger, so that the kid could focus on something other than their messy father. even when camden forgot everything else about his past life, he retained his strangely infinite knowledge about dinosaurs. ► fears death via ➔ explosions. that’s how he died the first time and even if he didn’t remember, it still freaks him out. ► chances of being “evil” ➔ none. he’s too good.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟒. › charles gerard argent.

► medical issues ➔ in a future plot, he’ll lose his hearing. at the time of writing, he’s physically healthy. ► knows far too much about ➔ horror movies. he doesn’t even like horror movies, but he could talk about them for hours. ► fears death via ➔ his own hand. he knows that, in all likeliness, that’s how he’s going to die. but it does freak him out that the one thing he can’t overcome is himself. ► chances of being “evil” ➔ not... as nonexistent as he would like to believe. he could never go full villain, but if someone that he loved needed him to do something awful, then he could.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟓. › cora vienna hale.

► medical issues ➔ none. ever since the darach thing, her immune system is slightly weaker than other werewolves’, but it’s not a huge concern. ► knows far too much about ➔ volcanoes. when she was traveling with deucalion, he would often drop her in a library with a bunch of books on geography and whatnot. and while she could have learned about pangea, she was much more fascinated by mounts kilimanjaro and vesuvius. as any well-adjusted twelve-year-old would be. ► fears death via ➔ sickness. she won’t say that it terrifies her, but it is... a little more obvious than she thinks. she gets the sniffles when winter comes around and starts bundling up. also has a very strong fear of losing her senses again, which has led to more panic attacks than she’ll ever talk about, thank you. ► chances of being “evil” ➔ not at all slim. above anything else, cora hale is a survivor. she doesn’t see “good” and “evil” so much as she sees “living” or “dying.” to be completely honest with you, if deucalion were to show up at her doorstep, she would follow him without a second thought, because she knows that’s where her survival is. she wouldn’t go against the pack, not even for him, but she wouldn’t try to play the good soldier, either. him aside, if you told cora to burn down beacon hills or slightly hurt the pack, she’d set fire to the whole goddamn world, so long as they were safe.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟕. › derek alexander hale.

► medical issues ➔ none. ► knows far too much about ➔ zombie physiology. yes, he is, in fact, a zombie buff. the inaccuracy of zombie movies (looking at you, twd) just... baffles him. if a zombie is canonically decaying, then there is no way that the same zombie will be around in five years. yes, there will be remains, but there is literally no way that bitch will be walking around after all that time. so, by all means, the zombie apocalypse would be much more manageable after about five years. he has had this discussion with his students many times. ► fears death via ➔ fire. this does not need an explanation. ► chances of being “evil” ➔ honestly, virtually none. maybe at one point, there would have been some temptation, but as it is? yeah, no. he couldn’t imagine doing anything remotely evil, then going home and having to face his pack.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟖. › dominic joseph kim.

► medical issues ➔ none. he’s suffered from alcohol poisoning before, but nothing chronic. ► knows far too much about ➔ demonic possession. this is something he’s always been interested in, because hello, demons. ► fears death via ➔ drowning. there’s an interesting discussion to be had there, about fearing something so inherently tied to oneself, but... yeah. as an athletic swimmer whose master element is water, he’s had many nightmares about drowning. ► chances of being “evil” ➔ absolutely none. he doesn’t even like confrontation, he can’t hurt peoples’ feelings. he can’t be evil.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟗. › elliot james aldridge.

► medical issues ➔ as a human, he had heart defects that, at the time, had not been named. his immune system was a mess and he had awful asthma, so he was always on the brink of death, until he did die. now, he’s a vampire, so he’s chilling. ► knows far too much about ➔ ancient gods and cult rituals. he started doing digging the second kali was resurrected. partially because he didn’t trust her, but mostly because he wanted to be able to provide comfort and insight if rohan ever needed it. ► fears death via ➔ wolf bite. admittedly, this didn’t really concern him until rohan almost died in his arms and he couldn’t save him. it’s not serious enough for him to side-eye any of the pack, but he... is more cautious when it comes to training than he used to be. ► chances of being “evil” ➔ not that “good” or “evil” are actual things, but he’s spent a very long time on the latter end of things, so... yeah, he could be evil. he’s not nearly as bad as he thinks he is, but he could be.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟎. › erica juliet reyes.

► medical issues ➔ before the bite, she had epilepsy. ► knows far too much about ➔ medieval monarchies. knowing derek turned her into a history buff, she hates it here. ► fears death via ➔ you would think seizures, right? no, hunters. she loves allison and danny so much, trusts them both with her life. but if some unknown comes anywhere near her with a weapon, she’s ripping throats out. ► chances of being “evil” ➔ honestly? none. being evil is lame, grow up.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟏. › fiona evelyn porter.

► medical issues ➔ i mean, she’s stupid, but physically healthy. ► knows far too much about ➔ historic epidemics and plagues. did she learn this so that she could better understand what kali and rohan lived through, and thus comfort them and reassure them that no such thing could ever happen again? yes! did she also learn so that she could figure out how to heal any terrifying sicknesses that came their way? also yes! ► fears death via ➔ being buried alive. again, something to be said about fearing your own element, but it is what it is. ► chances of being “evil” ➔ nonexistent, simple and plain.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟐. › hayden louisa romero.

► medical issues ➔ lupus. fae usually have stronger immune systems, because they’re physically weak, but the human part of her doesn’t have the same advantage. she can usually hide any symptoms (i.e. rashes, joint pain, etc.) with glamour, but she really is... very weak. worse off, since her skin and wing removal. that’s partially why she sleeps so much? she can’t sleep nearly as long as other fae, but she also can’t stay awake as long as they can, either. not to get into the lore here, but when fae are nursing, they can go up to a decade without sleep, out of protectiveness for their young, even if that child is adopted. to make up for this time, fae usually sleep for months up to a year when their children are old enough to care for themselves. (which, due to enhanced senses and whatnot, most fair children are pretty independent before their tenth birthday.) so, upon taking in wayne, hayden’s body automatically went into protection mode and she just... didn’t sleep for three years. however, she is also half-human? so she could have maybe went two more years without sleeping before her body shut down completely. and she also can’t sleep as long as other fae, because her body needs human care and nutrients, which is why she only slept for three weeks, rather than the full six months she should have taken. but, as a result of the unpredictable sleep schedule she put her body on, she’s much more prone to sicknesses now. once again, she covers it all up with glamour, but her body hasn’t even healed from the surgeries she underwent. notably, she would be... much better off with a faction. all fae can live for very long times, if not forever, because they choose when to stop aging. that, she can still do. however, her biology isn’t as... strong, because she’s on her own. seelie and unseelie fae are eternal factions, because they have (what amounts to) families. hayden’s... on her own. her mother is seelie, even though she’s estranged from the fae world, which is how she can damn near overdose every night and still not miss a beat. but hayden has been officially exiled from that world, so she has to be incredibly careful about what goes into her body and who/what she comes into contact with. that’s part of why she’s so fearful when it comes to touch; you never know what someone else has, and even a passing cold can be detrimental to her. all of that, on top of a pre-existing medical condition? it’s gonna bite her in the ass sooner than later, but she is perfectly happy to pretend otherwise. ► knows far too much about ➔ monster origin. when she found out that fae were real, she wanted to know what else was, so she started reading up on every monster under the bed. she can now tell you exactly what’s real and what isn’t, where each myth comes from, what’s actually harmful and what just wants a hug, etc. ► fears death via ➔ being crushed to death. again... very fragile bones. you know those barbells at the gym? even a bare one is enough to completely crush her chest. ► chances of being “evil” ➔ high-ish. given everything listed above, you can see why her priority is herself. if the cost for living one more year is being considered “evil,” that’s a moral dilemma she’s willing to live with.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟑. › judith wendy mayer.

► medical issues ➔ type one diabetes. she was born with it, discovered it when she was about three. does she do her best to stay healthy and properly fed, etc.? no! but she’s still alive, so take that, diabetis. ► knows far too much about ➔ marine biology! she has no interest in being a marine biologist, but she can babble about underwater animals until she’s blue in the face. even animals that are not so much underwater! i.e. coconut crabs. what the fuck is up with those, my dude. ► fears death via ➔ sugar imbalance. okay, okay, despite how bad she is about checking her sugar, it really does scare her sometimes? because sometimes, she gets very weak or dizzy or she drops, like, ten pounds in three days, and it freaks her out. ► chances of being “evil” ➔ extremely high. this will be explored in future plots, but despite what she believes, her alliance isn’t in good or evil, it’s... whatever it takes to be loved.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟒. › kali kaira laghari.

► medical issues ➔ none. even when she was 100% human, she was insanely healthy. much like amari, she’s never even been sick. aside from, y’know, the plague. ► knows far too much about ➔ dialects and accents. because she’s been reborn in so many different places, she can immediately pick up on those minor twangs and slangs and tell you where a person is from. ► fears death via ➔ much like cora, she fears dying via sickness. when this actually starts happening to her, she’ll put on a brave face. but the only time she ever got sick, she died? so it freaks her out! ► chances of being “evil” ➔ also extremely high. make no mistake, kali is incredibly well-adjusted, given all that she’s been through. but after it all, she’s not quite as pure and morally just as she used to be. convince a girl that she’s a god then tear her apart in every way you can, and see what kind of god she becomes.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟓. › kira fuyuko yukimura.

► medical issues ➔ none. this is honestly a result of hypochondriac parents, rather than kitsune biology or anything like that. she’d sneeze and her parents were on her ass. so now she’s the picture of health, if only because she has no choice. ► knows far too much about ➔ lost civilizations. upon learning that rohan, iliana and elliot were born in places that no longer exist, she grew interested in how much the world had changed? so she’s done a lot of research into worlds that have been lost, particularly so that she can talk to the vampires about their homes and know what they mean. ► fears death via ➔ something that she can’t see coming. and, though she would never say so, wolf bite. yeah, that whole battle of the beast thing... she is not over it. ► chances of being “evil” ➔ none, she’s too inherently good and is genuinely baffled at the thought of ever hurting anyone without reason.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟔. › liam stephen dunbar.

► medical issues ➔ none. his mental issues are hard enough to deal with, thank you, he’ll keep his body in good shape. ► knows far too much about ➔ aerodynamics. once upon a time, he wanted to be an astronaut. his biological dad is one, so. but... yeah, fuck that. ► fears death via ➔ wolfsbane. he has no idea why no one else seems to worry about it ever, but it freaks him the hell out? now, is this a result of being trapped in a well full of the stuff at one point? yes. will he talk about it? no. ► chances of being “evil” ➔ nonexistent. he can be mean. he can be brutal. but he could never be evil.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟕. › lydia charlene martin.

► medical issues ➔ none. honestly, if she ever had a take a sick day, she’s not sure beacon hills would survive. ► knows far too much about ➔ everything, but in particular, medicine. antidepressants, mood stabilizers, etc, and how to make those effective for the supernaturally-inclined. when jackson asked her to reproduce drugs that would work for him, she stayed up all night and day studying how the drugs were made and how she could replicate the effects for him. she figured it out incredibly fast, but she continues researching the subject, so that she can improve the drugs for him and provide any for anyone else who might need medicine but can’t take it. she’s also working on drugs that work as well as penicillin for the argents. ► fears death via ➔ not necessarily death via, but she does have a fear of being stalked. it’s happened to her before and it just terrifies her. she’s incredibly human and she’ll never be argent-strong, so if she’s ever cornered while she’s alone, she could be done for. and that’s a fear that sticks with her, even though she knows she’s almost always safe. anything else, she can live with. she doesn’t fear death. but she does fear being followed and helpless. ► chances of being “evil” ➔ extremely high. but where jude could be evil for love, lydia will be evil in love. you don’t even have to love her back. but if she loves you and the only way to keep you safe is to do awful things? then she’ll do those awful things and her conscience will be clear.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟖. › scott lucas mccall.

► medical issues ➔ before the bite, he had chronic asthma and bronchitis. ► knows far too much about ➔ psychology! he’s always been interested in knowing how brains work, but he grew especially interested after joining the pack. they all have some form of ptsd, and after the night they met elliot and cora was visibly prepared to fight all of them for him, scott started researching it. he wants to be able to understand all of the pack and why they react to things the way that they do, so he got into psych! too late to major in it, but never too late to learn about it. ► fears death via ➔ asphyxiation, honestly. even if he can no longer die of an asthma attack, he still carries around his inhaler, because he is genuinely terrified of being unable to breathe. ► chances of being “evil” ➔ absolutely nonexistent.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟗. › tatum coretta bellfleur.

► medical issues ➔ nothing in particular, but she does have a very weak immune system. winter baby who got sick literally the day after she was born, and her body never fully recovered from it. so now she catches every sniffle that comes around. would pretend otherwise, except amari does not let her get away with it. they always joke that amari never gets sick because tate is always sick. oddly enough, though, tatum can go a week without sleeping and be just fine, while amari gets a headache after one (1) night. ► knows far too much about ➔ classical music composition. despite singing at local bars and the like, she has no interest in music herself, but will hold full discussions with owen and amari over the art of composing a piano piece. ► fears death via ➔ starvation. this... also needs no explanation. she’s seen the depths of poverty, knows what it’s like to go without, and nothing scares her more than that. ► chances of being “evil” ➔ literally could not imagine. she’s a pacifist? doesn’t even hold malicious intent for those who hurt her? that said, tatum is extremely gullible. smart as heck, but so incredibly gullible. if peter hale asked her to work for him but never told her exactly what he was doing, then she would certainly go along with it, because she doesn’t realize what’s happening. but as long as she’s knowledgable of intentions, she balks at the idea of doing anything even slightly morally corrupt. do i bring this up because it might happen one day? ...maybe so. i’m bored and i’m considering it.

#ii. study. › a. boyd .#ii. study. › a. kent .#ii. study. › c. lahey .#ii. study. › c. argent .#ii. study. › c. hale .#ii. study. › d. mahealani .#ii. study. › d. hale .#ii. study. › d. kim .#ii. study. › e. aldridge .#ii. study. › e. reyes .#ii. study. › f. porter .#ii. study. › h. romero .#ii. study. › j. mayer .#ii. study. › k. laghari .#ii. study. › k. yukimura .#ii. study. › l. dunbar .#ii. study. › l. martin .#ii. study. › s. mccall .#ii. study. › t. bellfleur .

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