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Reapers & Ravens

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pairings: jordan li x oc

tw: canonical violence and gore, mentions of mysterious vought pills, mentions of death, asshole dad, iffy morals, seizure

description: the story of a girl. a girl cursed by compound v to live a life without touch.

a/n: yayy it's finally posted! if u haven't read chapter one yet I would recommend that or else you'll be kind of confused. also i still haven't watched ep4 or onwards so if there are any mistakes plotwise i'll try to change them when i can. can't wait for you all to see vic's progression as a character oh and her dad is portrayed by chad michael murray. enjoy and lmk if u want to be added to the taglist <3

Blood. So much blood. It was basically singing with unaltered power. I had to hold myself back from just totally pressing myself against all the pool next to me. It was dark out now, and yet we were all still sitting on the stone steps right outside the crimefighting school.

People in neon yellow hazmat suits clinically cleaned up all that remained of Luke. I wanted to shout at them to stop to just let me experience that little sliver of power again, but I kept quiet and made eye contact with Andre. He had a whole aura of grief surrounding his very being.

The medical people had helped clean me up and had given me a spare pair of latex gloves as well as a collection of the school merch that I changed into. The plastic material itched against the soft skin of my hands. The cold burn lingered on the periphery of my brain. As if it was just waiting for me to absorb more and more life force.

Everything was thrumming around me and since all my clothes had been confiscated for cleaning I had no way of getting to my pills. I buried my head between my palms and tried to take a calming breath. No need to start freaking out and do something stupid… like taking a literal blood bath.

“Uh Miss Oaks. We found these in your jacket pocket, they looked important.” I look up to see one of the paramedics holding out the little packet of pills. I snatch quickly from her hand and drily swallow one of the neon green monstrosities.

“Thanks.” She nods and turns back to the ambulance, everything starts to calm down in my brain when I see Cate collapse. Her sobs seem to puncture the very fabric of relaity and tears start to form on my eyelids.

What kind of person wanted to bathe in her friend’s blood? I asked myself and rivers of water started to flow down my cheeks as a shudder shakes through my body. This year was off to a horrible start.

Finally we were released from whatever quarantine they put us in and before I followed Marie to the freshman dorms, I encased Cate in a quick hug.

“I have no idea how you must be feeling right now but all I know is that I’m sorry. If you want to get drunk and watch shitty tv shows I’m only a text away.” Cate’s small grateful smile shined through her tears as she thanked me quietly before we released each other and went our separate ways.

Jogging slightly I caught up with Marie as she pulled the door to our dorm open, she held it for me as we both stepped into the hallways which felt more oppressive and prison-like than usual.

“You okay?” I finally ask, breaking the silence when we reached our floor.

“Okay? Do you really think any of us are okay after that?” Marie basically burst out and looked at me incredulous.

“No… I just fuck I can’t- people are hard to figure out ok. I just- honestly I don’t know anymore.”

“Yeah me neither. Sorry for snapping.”

“Don’t worry about it, I think we’re all entitled to not being calm after everything.”

We nod at each other and when we get to our respective dorms she looks at me as if she’s contemplating saying something else but ultimately decides against it. She just lets out a loud sigh and pushes her dorm door open.

I push mine open as well and suddenly a cloud of incense hits my face. A hand grabs my forearm and pulls me quickly into the room before slamming the door shut.

“Uh… Gemma? What is going on?”

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? I tried to get through the barricade but they didn’t let me through even after I explained who I-”

“Woah slow the fuck down Gemma. I’m okay, not hurt at all and you need to calm down. Come on deep breaths.”

We stare into each other’s eyes as I try to slow my roommate’s panicked breathing, every single breath we take together seems to get her a little more level headed.

“You okay now?”

“Yeah sorry, I really should be doing that for you.”

“It’s fine, Gem, now what the hell is with all this incense?” Her tinkling laughter adds to the calming atmosphere that the incense smoke had already start to create.

“Oh umm it helps destress me. When I realized I kind of went overboard I also realized you can’t open the windows.”

“Oh my god only you Gem. Well at least it smells nice.”

“Do you need anything by the way? I’ve got a horror movie lined up and I bought some stuff from Vought-a-Burger.”

“Uh yeah sure just let me get changed into something more comfy.”

“Of course. I’ll set it all up on my computer.”

Stepping towards my closet, I grabbed a pair of neatly folded pajamas and my softest cashmere gloves. Pulling the stupid latex gloves off I breathed out a sigh of relief. A migraine was starting to form at the base of my skull and the cold fire that had started to fade away suddenly came back full force.

I didn’t want to risk taking another one of the pills so soon after ingesting the first one that I just let my power hit me full force. A few seconds later, the cold fire seemed to erupt out of my hands quite literally setting them on fire. It didn’t burn, instead it was like someone had poured alcohol all over my hands and lit it with a match.

The fire stayed lit for a minute before it dissipated. The same second that the fire disappeared, so did the cold burn. I felt completely normal - even slightly refreshed. Weird.

Replacing the GodU merch with flannel pajamas and cashmere gloves, I jumped into Gemma’s bed and we settled in to watch classic horror movies. I felt the night’s trauma settle in more as the minutes of the movie ticked down. I wasn’t a stranger to death but I felt so utterly helpless - there was no way I could have helped. Nothing could have been done. Nothing could have been done. I let the mantra repeat over and over in my head, trying to shake off the overwhelming guilt.

Nothing could have been done.

It was the first official day of school and so far it was completely normal… other than the fact I had somehow made the top 10. Granted I was #7 but still - one of the first freshman to ever make the top fucking ten. Andre got the top spot and Marie also had made it into the rankings just below me. It was embarrassing how obvious Vought was being with their campaign.

What absolutely fucking sucked was that Jordan had been bumped down to 5… it didn’t make any sense since I literally saw how banged up (for a supe) they had been after fighting Luke, they was the one who saved out lives - I just stood around and did nothing.

I was sitting in the commons after making sure to drop a bundle of daisies next to the memorial. They were my private way of mourning Luke, even if they had been amongst the things left for Brink. Scoffing, I watched the rest of the student body act like vultures as they were fucking clout chasing at a damn memorial.

I turned up the volume of my headphones and laid down on the soft grass. The blades of grass pricked at my exposed ankles as the clouds danced past my face. Calm in the eye of the storm it seems.

My cloud watching was rudely interrupted by my phone’s ringtone stopping my music and incessantly going on until I fished it out of my jacket pocket and slid the ‘accept call’ button without really taking notice of who was calling me.

“Yes?”

“Mr. Oaks, your daughter is on the line.” The familiar voice of my father’s PA (or rather employee with benefits) rang through my headphones. Fuck me.

“Thanks Margot. Hello Vicky.” I fought a sigh and bit the side of my cheek - hard.

“Hi dad. How’s it going?”

“Good, good. The new movie seems like it’s going to make some money.”

“That’s great! Are you on set right now?”

“No, weekly massage appointment, remember?” As if I didn’t know that the massage appointment was actually code for, I scrunched up my nose in disgust at all the times I had accidentally walked in on him during one of his “massage appointments”.

“Right yeah, sorry. It’s been a hectic few days.”

“I actually called about that, congratulations on making the top 10 sweetheart, you better start working hard. First freshman in history! Well other than that other girl, what was her name? Natalie, Renee-” The little flame of happiness in my chest was slightly diminished because of the insult that always seemed to follow the compliment.

“Marie dad, Marie.”

“Right, yes. Anyways I’ve got to go, the masseuse is calling. I’ll talk to you later?”

“Sure da-” The line cut off before I could even finish my goodbyes, he really got on my fucking nerves sometimes. My music came back on full blast after the call finished and I tried to ease back into my calm state when yet another interruption decided to arise.

This time it was a gaggle of freshmen who had their phones pointed at my face and I could dimly hear them all gushing about being my best friend. Okay break over. Rolling my eyes I jumped up from my position on the floor and quickly made my exit from the scene.

The only place that I knew would be a good hideout was my dorm but Gemma was supposedly prepping for her first Performance Arts class, which I definitely did not want to interrupt and so that left… the library. But before I could even think of making my way over there I felt my phone buzz in my pocket.

It was a message from Margot, stating that I was needed for promo materials at one of the auditoriums. Great, just perfect. I didn’t bother to respond to her text but started moving in the opposite direction of the library.

The heels of my boots click against the cement paths as I fiddle with the clasp on my gloves. The white leather glided over the metallic clasp as I hurried up the stone steps to the Performing Arts building.

Grabbing the silver door handle and walking into the studio, it was as if the neon backdrop exploded my retinas. Before I could even blink, I felt someone grab my arm and drag me over to a makeup chair.

“Oh thank god. We had no idea where you were, we had to get your father’s PA to message you and that already took enough of our time.” The frantic but familiar voice of Courtenay Fourtney greeted me as a bunch of random people seemed to appear out of the shadows, each holding some kind of makeup or styling instrument.

“Uh sorry.”

Suddenly I saw an ungloved hand start coming towards my face but just as my hand was about to grab the person’s forearm the damage had already been done. The soft pads of their fingertips grazed my cheek and energy started pouring into my body. I caught a glimpse of a childhood memory before a scream rang out from one of the other makeup artists.

“Goddammit, someone wheel her out or something and go get some water, I don’t need any more fainting. Did no one get the memo that you can’t touch her unprotected?” I was still trying to recover from absorbing an entire person’s life when, now gloved, hands started to touch my face and add makeup.

“Is she dead?” I ask, my voice slightly wobbly, as someone starts putting blush on my cheekbones with a slight shake in their hand. I hadn’t absorbed someone in a while so it was like a huge kick to my system - then the realization set in. Great another death. Not my fault, but even after all the years of telling myself that it’s not my fault I could still feel that spark of greed. To just keep taking and taking and-

“Yes but we had them all sign a waver now wait where the hell is the other girl? Claire? Claire!” Courtenay went off into the shadows as someone thrust a garment bag into my arms when my face was finished getting touched up.

“Change into this.” I nodded but before walking over to one of the changing stalls. I sneaked a look at my makeup - not bad. After I slipped on the turtleneck and slightly oversized cream suit, I grabbed the Vought pills. Another one couldn’t hurt right? The itch had come back from last night and no more accidental deaths would be good.

I popped one of the neon green pills and smiled at myself in the mirror. Time to be a hero.

“Hey Andre!” I shouted over to where he was talking to his dad, a relieved smile overcame his face even if his eyes were still filled with a clear dark emptiness.

“Wow Victoria Oaks. I haven’t seen you in a while. How have you been? How’s your dad?”

“Hi Mr. Anderson. It’s good to see you. Dad’s doing well, I’ll be sure to get him to call you soon.”

“Yes please do. I’ll leave you two to talk.” He sent a wink to Andre before taking out his phone and walking out of the studio.

“Everything okay? I know how he can get.” I asked Andre, giving him a slight reassuring pat on his arm.

“Yeah, yeah we’re fine. Umm actually could-”

Before Andre could get on with his admission our little conversation was interrupted by the opening of heavy doors and Marie walking in - where she was immediately swarmed by Courtenay.

I felt a wave of sympathy rush through me, Andre and I had been in the public sphere ever since we were children. We knew who was trying to hustle us and what exactly we needed to do to get higher ratings but Marie was totally new to this.

“Uh sorry what were you saying?” I snap out of my little daydream and look over to Andre who was also starring over to where Marie was being handed the interview script.

“Just that uh… Luke, he said something to me before he you know,” I smiled sympathetically at him and nodded slightly urging him to continue. “Basically he said that my dad had something, but just now when I asked him he looked at me like I was insane.”

“You mean that-”

“Everyone quickly, places please.”

“We’ll talk later!” Andre nodded at me as I jogged up the steps and started to pose for my solo pictures. Andre watched on until Marie joined him after getting changed into a frankly stunning outfit.

About an hour later we were finally released from the clutches of Courtenay Fourtney - with a promise to be on time for the interview that night.

The three of us walked between the trailers, Marie with her hands clutching her backpack like a lifeline, Andre vaping and me taking bites of a random cupcake I had stolen from the tiny craft service table.

As we walked I could hear the shutters of people’s cameras, we posed for a few selfies and I blew some kisses to some of the cameras.

“One thing I’ve already learned, you can literally say anything to them and they will still take the picture.”

“That’s why you say yes to give the illusion of choice.” Andre answers with a slightly bored tone, I hum in agreement next to him as I take another bite of the strawberry frosting. This was a damn good cupcake.

“Did you learn that from your dad?”

“Did Luke say something to you about my dad?” Andre stuttered out and my interest suddenly peaked, we hadn’t gotten a chance to discuss what he told me right before the shoot.

“He just said ‘The Woods’.” A strange chill traveled along my spine when Marie’s mouth finished forming the words, they seemed strangely familiar but also foreign. I tune back into the conversation as Andre tells Marie what he told me before the photoshoot.

“Well good luck with that.” I finish my strawberry cupcake and look back at Marie with an incredulous expression obviously painted on my face.

“Marie? What? That’s it.”

“Look I don’t see how this involves me okay? I went out with you guys once, I don’t know you.”

“Marie, that's a flimsy excuse, come on. I barely knew Luke-”

“Exactly, you don’t need to get involved with this either Vic. He tried to kill us, remember?”

It’s not like I didn’t understand where Marie was coming from but this was important. A person killed himself right in front of us and she’s acting like it isn’t her problem. I let out a sigh of indignation.

“Andre, look let’s not push her into this, okay?” He looked at me slightly betrayed before looking back at Marie.

“Marie, I don’t think you get this. He’s dead. I guess you don’t have any problem stepping over him to get to the top.” I let out a soft gasp at Andre’s words, ok that was taking it a little too far but before I could rebuke him, Marie narrowed her eyes and spoke with a much angrier tone.

“That shit at the club, where you nearly killed that girl. I was going to get expelled for that, did you know that?”

“Of course not, I didn’t ask for that.”

“No you didn’t. You just get everything handed to you on a silver platter, because of your dads.” She shifted her face so she was now staring into my eyes, “Everyone knows who you are and are ready to cover for their precious supes, I don’t have shit. So don’t blame me when I try to have at least a little self preservation.”

I was about to call out to her when she started walking away from us but something stopped me. I wonder sometimes what would have happened if my dad wasn’t my dad and I had these powers. I probably would have ended up in one of those orphanages for dangerous supes. A shudder once again runs through my body - I had heard enough horrible things about those places to know how grateful I should be.

“So are you going to help at least?” Andre asked after a few seconds of awkward silence.

“Am I your friend?” Andre’s signature smile graced his face in return to my sarcastic remark and he linked arms with mine.

“You headed for crimefighting as well?”

“Yup, I got an update to my schedule during the shoot. I’ll be joining you in the junior class.”

“How did you manage that?” Andre asked as we posed for a few more selfies before heading through the large doors.

“No idea, but I’m sure it was dad. He texted, no, his PA texted right after the change.”

“Venice still around?”

“What? Oh no, she was like 5 PAs ago. Have we really not talked in that long?”

“I guess so, scary thoughts.” I snorted at his remark when we finally arrived at the junior crimefighters class. He dramatically pulled the door open for me. “Age before beauty.”

“That comment makes zero sense, I’m literally younger than you.”

“Exactly.” A loud and offended gasp left my mouth when I finally stepped into the class.

“Rude. Hey Jordan.” She seemed to shake out of their daydream when they looked up at us from her seat.

“Oh hey guys. Didn’t realize you were taking this class Vic.” I took a seat next to her and Andre sat down to my right after shooing off one of the other juniors.

“My dad made some calls supposedly?” They just narrowed their eyes and nodded at me.

“Right.” The flirty Jordan from last night was nowhere to be seen and I could quite palpably feel that the air around her felt heavier than normal. It was like a storm was brewing on the horizon.

“Jordan, look - I’m really sorry about Brink. I’ve only ever met him at some random premieres and book signings so I… I- fuck I’m not good with the whole emotions thing but if you ever need anything…”

Jordan after the end of my long spiel of stuttered phrases looked honestly really surprised. I cringed, emotions are not a thing that was ever promoted around supes. We were made of steel. But I felt like I needed to say something but before she could answer, either to rebuke my speech or to say thanks. The dean Indira Shetty walked into the room and smiled at us.

“Professor Brinkeroff died the same way he taught: a hero…” I spent the entirety of her speech switching between staring at my gloves and at Jordan. Their left hand nervously tapped against the plastic table. I was drawn out of my, admittedly a little creepy, staring by the door loudly opening. Everyone in the classroom turned to look at who had appeared in the middle of the dean’s speech. It was Marie.

“Hi sorry I’m late.”

“I’m Dean Shetty. It’s a pleasure to meet you, please take a seat. We’re letting Ms. Moreau and Ms. Oaks audit the junior-year classes. What you and Andre did, it’s obvious you belonged here.”

A pang of discomfort hit me like a freight train, I knew being a supe meant exploiting what you can to get to the top but it still felt horrible. I closed my eyes and willed myself to focus for the rest of the class.

I stayed behind after class to make sure that I would be able to be caught up with the material, Dean Shetty seemed more than accommodating and actually gave me a list of further reading I might be interested in for superhero psychology.

I was busy organizing the new papers and my laptop, that I didn’t realize I had bumped into Jordan until I had pain radiating around my shoulder where we collided.

“Shit sorry, we really need to stop meeting like this.” I said when I finally met his eyes.

“It’s uh fine. Look, I just wanted to say thanks for that in there.” A sigh of relief escaped my body, okay great they weren’t angry at me.

“It was nothing really. I did mean it though if you need anything at all don’t be too scared to ask.”

“Actually… if you wouldn’t mind could you tell them what I did when you have your interview with Hailey Miller. I would really fucking appreciate it. I tried talking to Marie but honestly I don’t know if she will do it and my rankings are all fucked right now cause of the trustees.” My eyebrows shot up, I didn’t have time to look over the script so I thought that they were going to at least be mentioned. Quickly fishing out my phone, I scrolled through all the news coverage Godolkin was getting. Not a single fucking mention of Jordan.

“Shit yeah of course. I haven’t really checked the script or the news I thought that… wow Vought really fucking sucks more than I already thought they did.” Jordan lets out a slightly defeated laugh and runs a hand through their hair.

“So you’ll do it?”

“Yeah sure, I usually wing these interviews anyway. It’s fun to see my dad’s PR people become all frantic when I say something slightly off script. That’s actually how I came out as pan.”

“Oh fuck right, I remember that. It was all over the news. Those fucking headlines oh my god.”

We both started laughing as I remembered the insane things the gossip papers printed. I had always had a rule of not searching myself up online but that whole thing basically stopped me from looking at any news altogether.

Jordan and I walked over to the cafeteria, falling into an easy conversation, almost as if we had known each other for forever. It was like we were surrounded by a sort of bubble, all of our issues and grief seemed to dissipate for a while when we just got to talk about everything and anything.

After spending the day going to classes, talking to Andre and Jordan and working through some of the reading the dean recommended, I emerged from my studies to find my phone blowing up from some random freshmen group chat I had been added to.

Quickly silencing the messages I didn’t bother to knock as I burst into my dorm room with a heavy sigh. Only to find 2 Emmas lying on Gemma’s bed. One of the Emmas seemed to have been furiously crying because her eyes were rimmed with red and the other was holding her tightly. They sprang apart the second they heard the door open and the one that had been crying looked between me and the other Emma with a surprised look on her face.

“Hey? Umm you okay Emma?” I asked, venturing a guess as to who had actually been crying.

“Uh yeah. Umm sorry is this weird? It’s definitely weird. I’m just going to-”

“Woah, Emma relax. Vic is like the least judgemental person ever right?” Emma shifted into Gemma a second later and looked at me with a pleading look on her face. Emma slowly sat back down on the bed and watched me, as if calculating the easiest way to get out of the dorm.

“Yeah, look I don’t know what happened. But whoever made you feel like this can instantly be dead, you just need to ask.” Emma let out a deprecating snuffle while I started to take off my gloves, when she realized what I was doing her eyes widened comically.

“No, no! It’s okay, no need to kill anyone.”

“You sure? Cause there was already an incident today…” I answered in a teasing tone and made a whole show of twisting my now ungloved hands in an overdramatized fashion.

“Yeah please don’t kill anyone for me. I’m guessing you haven’t seen the video then?” Ah the group chat blow up must have been associated with whatever Emma was talking about.

“Uh no?”

“Somehow it astonishes me how famous you are and yet you have absolutely no clue about current events.” Gemma says as she tosses herself back against her assortment of pillows. Seeing as there was no more danger of Emma flying out of the room, I stepped away from the door and threw my now cramped bag onto my bed and settled into the bean bag that Gemma kept on her side of the room.

“Here I would rather you just see for yourself instead of me explaining it.” Emma tossed me her phone as I pulled my gloves back on. Over the next few minutes, my heart sank lower and lower in my body. Who the fuck did this girl think she is?

When the video finally finished I looked up to the pair, who were now entwined in a position very similar to the one I had found them in. A too wide smile started to adorn my face.

“Are you sure I can't just kill her half way?” They both snorted even if they did look a little scared about the expression on my face.

“Look for real though, Emma I’m really fucking sorry about it all coming out like this. It should have been on your own terms or not at all. Either fucking way you are a badass and never ever let anyone think you are less than what you are, okay?”

“Aww you guys are going to make me start crying.” Emma stuttered out as tears started trickling down her cheeks, a grateful smile shone through - like a literal ray of sunshine had entered the room.

I started making my way to the interview way later than I probably should have but friends mattered more than stupid tv appearances, even if I had promised Jordan. Strangely enough I saw Andre a little ahead of me before he stopped and turned to look at the Lamplighter School. Tilting my head in question, I watched as he debated with himself for a second before walking towards the doors.

My interest peaked so I decided to follow him… it’s not like they could start the interview without two of the three ‘Guardians of Godolkin’ - okay yeah that was a shitty name. I followed behind Andre as quietly as I could until suddenly he stopped. Right in the middle of a hallway.

A second later he swiveled around and used his power to grab any of the metal that was embedded into the material of my clothes and pulled me towards him.

“Woah woah, Andre dude it’s just me.” I said before he could pull me too far, I walked out into the harshly lit corridor with my hands held up in an innocent gesture.

“Fucking hell. Victoria, what the hell are you doing here?” He asked hurriedly, sounding incredibly annoyed.

“I don’t know maybe if you bothered telling me why the hell you are sneaking into the fucking crimefighting school I wouldn’t be so suspicious!” I responded in the same harsh whispered tone.

“Ok fine you’re right. Come on, I'll explain on the way.” As we wandered through the hallways Andre showed me the video that he found on Luke’s phone, as I heard more and more of the message the same eerie feeling spread through my bones.

“I know what he’s talking about.” We had arrived at Brink’s door when the message stopped playing and I handed Andre back his phone.

“What?”

“I don’t know it’s like this feeling. All I know is that it’s bad, really bad.” Andre looked at me with a slightly worried look on his face.

“You don’t think that…”

“Fuck I don’t know Andre. Vought has been up to some weird stuff but I remember my life at least I think I do… you know what, let’s not worry about that now. Let’s figure out how to get his brother the hell out of there.”

I felt like I was in some kind of spy movie as Andre quickly navigated Brink’s computer to pull up the files from The Woods. I had been assigned to look out so I stayed closer to the door until I started to hear the loud footsteps of the school’s campus security.

“Andre hurry the fuck up!” I slid under the desk and squeezed myself into a ball to allow Andre to hide under it as well, but he stayed up there quickly taking photos. In the last second, just as the door swung open he dropped down under the desk and silently closed the computer with his powers.

I could hear my heartbeat thudding in my ears as the security swarmed into the room, it felt like every breath I let out would attract their attraction and then Andre’s phone rang… he tried to turn it off but everytime he declined the call it just lit up again.

He looked at me pleadingly as I watched him, feeling absolutely frantic. This is bad. This is very very bad. Thank whatever god was out there that his phone turned off. I was about to let out a loud sigh of relief when I realized they were all still here. We weren’t out of the woods yet.

After another minute of tense silence the security team left with a click of the door and my entire body relaxed onto the side of the desk. The curdled up position was already starting to hurt my back when Andre looked at me, echoing my relief.

“Fuck that was close.”

“Too close… you want to follow them don’t you?” Andre just shrugged with a sheepish smile, I let out a breath through my teeth and banged my head against the side of the desk for good measure.

“Fine, okay. We should probably go now.”

“Right yup.”

Andre and I tried to be as quiet as possible as we followed the security team through the grounds. Thankfully we had actually been training for this our entire lives… to be clear we trained to follow criminals not Vought security employees but with all this new information they might as well be the same thing.

The team finally came to a stop at the bottom of a stairwell, I leaned carefully over the railing making sure that I wasn’t too easily seen when a janitor appeared. Oh that’s not going to end well.

It seemed like my prediction ended up ringing true because a few seconds later the man was on the floor. Throat slit open and blood pooling around him. Andre let out a sharp gasp while I just bit my bottom lip - not letting any sound come out.

Andre’s slip up cost us, the murderer looked up from his task and we moved quickly away from the stairwell.

“Let’s go, Greg will clean up later.”

We both let out a sigh of relief, this night was probably doing horrible things to my blood pressure… did supes even have high blood pressure? Before I could finish whatever strange train of thought my stressed out brain decided to conjure, a security guard came up behind us.

Andre quickly shoved his gun into the wall as I tried to tug off my gloves but before they were even half way down my palms, a piercing wail seemed to drill into my brain.

“AHHH.” The ringing caused me to clutch my head in agony, my face scrunched up in pure and utter pain. I ended up falling backwards on the stairwell as the sound just seemed to get louder and louder and louder.

“Did you know supes have a wider range of hearing than us? Like dogs.” The man’s condescending little voice was the only thing that seemed to stop the utter pain of the ringing. Fuck.

“Hey Bob! Turn it off.” I was too busy feeling like my brain was leaking out of my ears to pay attention to the distant voice that had suddenly appeared. And then it stopped. Sweet, beautiful, wonderful relief.

It was serenely quiet for a second or so before I finally got my bearings again. When I looked up I found Cate instigating what seemed to be flashlight oral sex…? What the actual fuck. I carefully got up by gripping onto one of the metal railings.

“Oh god Cate my savior.” The blonde turned to look at the pair of us with a smile on her face which instantly dropped as she tried to get down the stairs.

“Andre… Vic. We- we need to go.”

“Cate! Cate! Your eye! You’ve been pushing too much.”

“I’m fine… I’m fine.” That was the moment that she fainted, she fell right into my arms and Andre’s. We carefully placed her on the floor and I ripped off my sweater, placing it under her head as she convulsed.

“Shit, shit, shit. Cate! Cate!”

“CATE!” I screamed out as I moved the bundle of clothing under her head but she didn’t stop convulsing. She couldn’t stop.

so yeah... hints at trauma and shit from vic's past - do be easy on her tho she has gone through enough accidental deaths to basically be desensitized at this point. ALSO I wanted to focus more on her supe side this chapter, hopefully that shone through cause like most other supes she has an ego the size of a planet lol - that's partially why she followed andre at the end instead of doing the interview

it's also funny to me that this poor girl has absolutely no idea what is going on with anyone else's backstory like the audience or the reader in this case knows more about everyone than she does

lmk what u think <3

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myoongiverse16 · 9 months

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"You haven't had your first kiss yet"

BTS x reader

A/N: This imagine took a hecka ton of thought and it’s also hecka long but I promise it’s worth it😉. It also had me squealing and rolling on the floor, even though I wrote it😂.

Summary: You face the guys about not having your first kiss and it doesn’t quite go how you expected.

Genre: Fluffity fluff fluff

Warnings: Kissing🤓

WWH Jin 😘

A normal thing for Jin was to already be in your apartment waiting for you to come home. You had given him a key a long time ago, since you two were friends for quite some time now. This time you found him in the kitchen, again this was another normal thing for Jin to just show up and start cooking you food. It was especially nice when you had a bad day and you came home to your apartment smelling like heaven.

“Hi jagiya!” There was that nickname again, a thing that had been on your mind about confronting him about. You had no idea what it had meant, until a few weeks ago when you looked it up on google translate. This was something that made you wonder what you two were to each other.

“Hey, Jin Jin.” He smiled at your nickname.

“How was work today?” You sighed as you sat on a stool and splattered your arms on the counter in front of you. “That bad, huh,” he folded his arms on the counter across from you. You peeked up at him and nodded your head with a pout.

“I’m sorry, jagi,” he pouted. Then he smiled and shot up. “Let your Jinnie make it all better!” You smiled then sat up. “Hey, look! We already made progress!” He beamed then went back to the stove and served you a dish of whatever he was cooking.

“Here you go! Your favorite!” He placed a bowl of kimchi fried rice with a sunny side up egg on top. You sniffed then walked around the counter and hugged Jin.

“You're the best Jin,” you buried your face in his chest. He squeezed you back and rested his head on yours. You finally pulled away and your faces were now merely inches away from each other. You looked up at him and gulped. His half lidded eyes and plump lips were right in front of you.

“Jin?” You whispered.

“Yeah?” He breathed, then all of a sudden leaned in.

Now Jin, your best friend for almost 5 years, was kissing you.

This was your first kiss and Jin obviously had no idea, so you kind of just stood there with your eyes wide open as he held your shoulders and kissed you.

Realizing you weren’t kissing back, he pulled away.

“Is something wrong?” His eyes widened. “Oh no! Did I get the wrong idea?” You immediately shook your head.

“No!” You cleared your throat. “It’s just,” you sighed. “I’ve never had my first kiss before and I didn’t know how to react.” You shrugged.

“Oh,” his eyes widened again. “Oh no! Did I just ruin your first kiss too! I’m so sor-” You covered his mouth.

“Jin! No you didn’t ruin it! Why would I regret kissing the guy I like!” Your eyes widened at your confession. Jin’s eyes widened as he moved your hand away from his mouth.

“You like me?” You nodded your head shyly. He beamed then engulfed you in a hug.

“I like you too! Like a lot!” You giggled as he pulled away and extended his arms showing how much. You looked down and played with your fingers.

“Do you mind if we try that kiss again?” Jin’s eyes widened then he grinned.

“Of course,” He smiled then leaned in again. You moved your lips against his and he was very considerate and followed your lead as you tried your best to kiss him back.

When you finally pulled away you were a blushing mess, Jin chuckled at how flustered you were. You laughed then smiled at him.

Yoongs 🐱

You were in his studio, like always, helping him write and produce songs. This time was a bit different though. You had a nagging feeling on your mind about your nonexistent first kiss and you couldn’t help but want to turn to your friend for help.

You’ve heard of girls using their guy friends as practice for kissing. However, this was a bit different for you and Yoongi, since you didn’t really like him as just a friend anymore. You liked him a lot, but couldn’t find the words to express it.

Maybe this suggestion would be the first leap to your confession. You sighed internally as you tapped your pencil on the desk you were sitting in front of. Yoongi was to your left clicking away on his computer tweaking the song you two were working on. You pursed your lips and slightly turned to him.

“Hey, Yoongs?”

“Yeah?” He merely nodded his head not turning to you. You internally contemplated on if this was worth it. Screw it.

“I get that this song is supposed to be about love and such,” you shrugged. “But I haven’t really experienced that.” He finally turned to you and curled a brow. “Heck, I haven’t even had my first kiss yet. So, how am I supposed to write the lyrics for this song?” You laughed nervously. He squinted at you. “Anyway, what I was really asking was if I could have my first kiss with yo-”

Yoongi interrupted your sentence by placing a soft kiss on your lips. Your eyes widened and you had no time to react as Yoongi pulled away then turned back to his computer casually.

“What the heck was that?!” Yoongi shrugged.

“Now you’ve experienced it. Write about it.” You gawked at him at how casual he was after kissing you.

“This conversation isn’t over Min Yoongi! You freaking kissed me! How could yo-”

He cut you off again as he kissed you yet again, this time placing one hand on your hip and the other on your cheek. He pulled away, his face still close to yours.

“What, was the other one not good enough or something?” You gulped.

“Well, I-I didn’t really have time to react,” you stuttered. He nodded his head.

“Okay,” he breathed, then kissed you again. This time you wrapped your arms around his neck, he smirked as you became more comfortable. You kissed him until you couldn’t breathe. So you pulled away catching your breath. He pulled away from you and went back to his computer like nothing happened. You sat there baffled at what just happened between you and Yoongi.

“Hey, get back to work.” He nodded at you with a serious expression. You scrambled to grab your paper and pencil. Out of your vision, Yoongi smiled to himself.

Hobi 🌻

You and Hoseok have been coming up with a routine for one of his new songs. Except this one was a bit different. This song was a love song and had a much sexier vibe to it than his others. The routine consisted of a lot of waist holding, hand holding and close proximity with Hoseok. And to make matters worse, Hoseok always got into the music whenever he danced, so he would stare at you very intensely causing you to blush every time.

This didn’t help your growing feelings for him and you couldn’t take it anymore. Especially whenever you finished the routine, since the ending consisted of you being merely a breath away from his lips.

Then afterwards he would pull away from you and give you his signature sunshine smile like nothing intense had happened.

Like right now, he smiled at you then went and grabbed his towel to wipe the sweat off his face. He took a swig of his water as you played with your fingers contemplating. He noticed your distress and walked back towards you.

“Hey, something up?” You looked up at him and sighed.

“Well, there’s something that’s been on my mind.” His eyes widened.

“Oh, well tell me and I can see how I can help.” You smiled at how considerate he always was.

“The thing is, since we’ve started doing this routine, I can’t help but think about how I haven’t had my first kiss yet and how much I just want to get it over with you know?” Hoseok only stared at you. “So, I was hoping, maybe you could hel-”

Before you could finish your sentence Hoseok spun you around. You were left confused as he held your waist and you two began to do a mini waltz.

Then you realized that he was going through the routine again.

“So, we’re going through the routine again? Okay,” your brows furrowed.

“Just go with it,” he said with a smile.

You shrugged and continued to go through the dance with him. He added a few things though, he spun you around more often and playfully waltzed with you causing you to laugh. He looked at you lovingly as you enjoyed dancing with him.

When the routine finished, he dipped you instead and broke the distance, placing a chaste kiss on your lips. Your eyes widened, but you responded quickly by kissing him back. He pulled you up, his lips still on yours and ran his hand through your hair. He pulled away catching his breath then beamed at you. You smiled then lightly slapped him.

“You planned that, didn’t you?” Hoseok chuckled then shrugged.

“Maybe.” You laughed then hugged him. You pulled away and looked up at him. He looked down at you like you were his whole world.

“I really like you, Hoseok,” you confessed. His eyes widened.

“You stole my line,” he chuckled. You laughed and he pulled you close.

“I really like you too,” he whispered in your ear and you smiled.

Joonie 🧠

You and Namjoon loved reading books, so it was normal for you two to sit in your living room reading books knowing you had each other's company. You two were actually reading the same book series however he was a book ahead of you. So after an hour of you two reading, you would discuss with him about what you read and give him your predictions. Sometimes he would make faces or hold back his laughter at your predictions because he already knew what happened.

Afterwards when you continued to read you would gasp and glare at Namjoon because one of the characters would die or your predictions were really wrong. If your predictions were totally off he would just look at you and stifle back a laugh but fail miserably as you pouted playfully.

If a character died, you would probably be crying and he’d be comforting you by rubbing your back and reminding you that this wasn’t the end and it’s just a thing that’s a part of all books.

However, today wasn’t one of those days. It was much different. You were reading the book on the couch, while Namjoon was reading the book that came after yours in the series on a loveseat across from you.

You were reading happily when the book took a slight turn. It came to a pretty heated scene and you couldn’t help but blush as you read it. It got so heated that you couldn’t keep reading, so you shut the book, a little louder than intended, and tossed it on the couch. You sat there flustered and uncomfortable.

Namjoon heard you shut your book and looked up from his own with a raised brow.

“You okay?” You nodded your head with a nervous smile. He wasn’t having it and closed his book. He folded his arms and looked at you skeptically. “The truth, please.” You scrunched your nose in frustration.

“Fine,” you sighed. “I just got uncomfortable with one of the scenes.” Namjoon immediately understood.

“Ah, you got to that part,” he chuckled. “I didn’t think you were going to get that flustered about it. It doesn’t really describe it in that much detail anyway. It’s not rated r that’s for sure.” You hugged yourself and sighed. He looked at you questionably.

“Hey, did I say something wrong? You still don’t look okay.” You pursed your lips.

“The thing is,” you played with your fingers. “I’ve never had my first kiss before and reading things like that just makes me a little uncomfortable since I’ve never experienced it.” Namjoon’s eyes widened.

“Wait, you’ve never had your first kiss?” He asked surprised. You nodded your head. “Oh,” he smiled at you then stood up and sat next to you.

“Well I can fix that.” Your eyes widened at how close you two were. “Do you trust me?” He whispered against your lips.

“Yes,” you breathed, then he broke the distance. He held your face delicately as he kissed slowly.

After a couple of seconds, he stopped, his lips still on yours, considerately giving you a chance to try. You obliged and tried your best to reciprocate what he had done.

When you both pulled away, he gave you a dimple smile and you grinned back.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a really long time,” he confessed and your eyes widened.

“Really?” He nodded his head, then looked down shyly.

“Can I do it again?” Your eyes widened again then you chuckled.

“Please do.” Then he leaned in again.

Jiminie 🐣

Movie nights were very common between you and Jimin. Whether it be a Friday night or because a new movie came out that you two wanted to watch together. There were even times where Jimin spontaneously showed up with snacks and his favorite blanket wanting to watch a movie with you because he just felt like it.

The best times were when you were having a bad day and he would rush to your apartment with your favorite snacks, drinks, and your favorite movies on DVD because he said movies on DVDs just have a different vibe then just streaming it on the tv.

Today was just one of those casual Friday nights where you just put on a random movie the both of you had heard good things about. Everything was going swell, wrapped up together in Jimin’s favorite blanket, the blanket he has dedicated just for movie nights with you, popcorn in between the two of you splattered with all types of candy and your favorite drink in hand as the movie played.

You placed your drink down on the coffee table in front of you and glanced at Jimin who was watching the movie intensely. You internally giggled at how cute he was whenever he got captivated by the movie he was watching. You turned back to the movie and you wished you hadn’t. The main characters in the movie confessed their love for each other and started kissing intensely on the screen. You gulped and shyly looked away.

You were usually fine when scenes like this came up, but this time was a little different. You were with Jimin this time and you couldn’t ignore the feelings you’ve developed for him over the past few weeks since you two started this little tradition. You two were always so close to each other when you watched movies and you couldn’t help but want something more with your best friend. Not to mention you hadn’t had your first kiss so it was even more excruciating to be next to him while the scene drew on.

Jimin finally noticed how you were looking uncomfortable and paused the movie.

“What’s wrong?” Jimin placed the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and turned towards you. You hid behind your hands embarrassed that you got caught.

“Hey,” he soothed and reached for your hands. He pulled them away and his eyes widened.

“Oh, are you crying?” You sniffed and felt your cheeks. You hadn’t even realized you were crying until it was too late.

“Don’t look at me,” you mumbled and hid behind your hands again, Jimin frowned.

“Please tell me what’s wrong,” he removed your hands from your face again. He wiped away your tears with a sad smile. “I’m just going to keep asking.” You sighed and looked down at your hands.

“This is so embarrassing,” you muttered and he shook his head.

“Just tell me please,” he ducked his head and pouted at you. You giggled and he smiled. “There she is,” he grinned and moved a strand of hair out of your face. He nodded his head towards you and you pursed your lips.

“The truth is,” you paused. “I’ve never had my first kiss before and I want to, but I don’t know how.” You looked down again. Jimin’s eyes widened at your confession. He smiled sweetly and raised your chin up so he could look at you.

“Mind if I help?” You scrunch your eyebrows together.

“I mean, sure but I don’t know how you’re goi-”

Jimin cut you off as delicately placed his lips on yours. Your eyes widened as he placed his hands on your waist. You finally gave in and closed your eyes enjoying having Jimin’s lips on yours. You shyly kissed him back and he smiled into the kiss. He pulled away and chuckled.

“What?” You asked confused. He shook his head.

“Nothing, you’re just adorable,” he smiled then kissed you again.

Taetae 📸

You were one of Taehyung’s best friends because you two just understood each other. You both enjoyed fashion and photography. But the thing that you both had a passion for was song writing. He showed you some of his lyrics and you showed him some of yours. You two immediately hit off, having so many ideas bouncing back and forth between the two of you. You both got so much inspiration from each other. This caused you both to turn to each other when you needed help for the songs the two of you were each writing.

This time though, you and Taehyung were writing a song for the both of you. You couldn't really come up with a ton of ideas that didn’t involve a sappy love song so you decided to suggest something a little different.

You were in your studio spinning around in your chair as you contemplated about bringing up the suggestion to Taehyung. You sighed then stopped spinning. You saw him splattered on the couch in your studio staring at the ceiling thinking about the song.

“Hey, Tae.” No response.

“Taehyung?” No response. You sighed and groaned.

On occasion, Taehyung would get lost in thought. Especially in times like these when he desperately needed new lyrics for a song. You grabbed your pencil and frowned.

“Kim freaking Taehyung!” You shouted and chucked the pencil at him. He stirred like he was waking up from a nap and groaned.

“Ow!” He pouted at you as he sat up. “Hey, I was in the zone! Now we’re never going to find the right lyrics for our song!” You folded your arms in front of you and raised a brow.

“You done?” He sighed.

“Yes,” he muttered.

“Good, cause I actually might have an idea for the song.” His eyes widened and he beamed.

“Really what is it?!” You gulped.

“Well, it’s a little different,” You looked down and played with your fingers. Taehyung quirked a brow.

“Okay, I don’t mind.” He gave you a boxy smile, you breathed a laugh.

“Well I was thinking about writing a song about two lovers not having their first kiss and I thought it would be cool, since I haven’t had my first kiss either.” Taehyung immediately shot up from the couch.

“You haven’t had your first kiss yet?!” His mouth was agape at your revelation.

“Uh, no.” You were confused as to why he was so surprised.

“You,” he pointed to you. “The prettiest girl I know, hasn’t had their first kiss yet?!” Your eyes widened.

“Wait, you think I’m pretty?” Taehyung ignored your question and walked up to you.

“Does that mean you’ve never had a boyfriend either?!” You nodded your head. He placed a hand over his mouth and turned away from you. He took a deep breath and turned back to you, looking at you skeptically.

“You’re not messing with me right?” You shook your head.

“Why is it so hard to believe?” He laughed.

“I just can’t believe that you,” he motions to you. “The most perfect girl in the world hasn’t had a boyfriend let alone her first kiss.” Then he smirked and walked towards you. He stood right in front of you.

“How did I get so lucky?” He leaned close enough that your noses were touching, you gulped.

“What do you mean?” He breathed a laugh, you blushed as you felt his breath on your lips.

“I get to be the first one to do this,” he whispered then leaned in. Your eyes widened as Taehyung lifted you on top of your desk and kissed you passionately. You kissed him back and he smirked as you ran your hands through his hair.

When you pulled away he looked at you intensely and you gasped for air then laughed.

“Guess I can’t write that song anymore.” He smirked and shrugged.

“Guess not,” he licked his lips and leaned in again.

Kookie 🍪

Jungkook had constantly been on your mind for the past few days since you had been watching so many videos about kissing your best friend challenges. You couldn’t help but imagine how Jungkook would react. Would he kiss you back or would he push your face away disgusted by even the thought?

You didn’t know if you wanted to waste your first kiss on just a challenge for views on social media. You decided you weren’t going to do the challenge solely for that purpose, but instead confront him and ask if he could be your first kiss.

What’s the worst that could happen? He’d probably never want to be your friend again, but you thought that was slim since there were so many times when you caught him staring at you or glancing at your lips when you two talked. You decided to take your chances and ask him.

You found him in his room playing video games. You stood in the doorway contemplating all your life choices. You were about to walk away when Jungkook finally noticed you.

“Oh, hey.” He grinned at you and waved. You awkwardly waved back.

“Hey Kookie.” He glanced at you.

“You need something?” He asked as he continued to stare at his tv and play. You sighed and nodded your head. He continued to play and you frowned.

“I can come back another time.” Jungkook’s eyes widened as he saw you were about to leave again.

“No, don’t go!” He turned off his game and jumped on his bed. He patted the spot next to him.

“I always have time for you.” You blushed and he motioned for you to come over. “C’mon, I don’t bite.” You giggled and sat next to him. He turned towards you and grinned.

“So, tell me what’s up,” he asked with his head in his hands. You laughed and he beamed.

“Well, there’s something that’s been on my mind these past few days,” you looked down. “I was wondering, and you can say no if you’ll feel uncomfortable or if you don’t want to, but I was hoping I could have my first kiss,” you paused and looked up at him. He stared back at you with a blush forming on his cheeks. “With you,” you finished. He pointed to himself.

“W-with me?” He stuttered, you nodded your head. He cleared his throat. “Okay.” He scooted closer to you and took a deep breath. You closed your eyes as Jungkook leaned in and kissed you. You melted as you felt how soft his lips were. He placed his hands on your arms as you placed yours on his chest.

He pulled away and cleared his throat.

“You kind of messed up a bit at the end, I think we should try again,” he said in a serious tone. Your brows furrowed, but you nodded your head thinking Jungkook probably knows more about this than you do. He leaned in again but kissed you with a bit more passion this time. His arms moved up to hold your face tenderly while you placed your hands on his shoulders.

He pulled away out of breath.

“Third time’s a try?” You gasped for breath.

“Okay,” you breathed and he leaned in again. You hummed as his hands roamed around your body then finally landed at your waist. You placed your arms around his neck and ran your hands through his hair. He moaned and kissed you harder.

He finally pulled away and smiled down at you.

“You know, you’re a really good kisser.” You giggled.

“Thanks,” you looked down shyly. He gave you a bunny smile then lifted your chin up and kissed you again.

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ghostfanwriter · 11 months

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💖🥃 Scotch 🥃💖

💖 Pairing: Dave York x Tutor afab!reader (for now)

🥃 Synopsis: Dave has to agree with Carol, having you over to help the girls with their homework was a very good idea.

💖 Features: Age gap (Dave in his 40's, reader in her early 20's), sexting, teasing, sharing a drink through a kiss, cheating.

🥃 Word count: Around 3k. I can't help myself.

💖 About this: I had this idea of making a Dave and Carol fic where they're both cheating on each other with reader, and this felt like the right way to start. So expect more of this little universe.

🥃 Author's note: It took me forever to finally get happy with this one. A lot of writing and rewriting and thinking it was trash and thinking it was everything. I'm happy with the final result, and hope I got Dave right 💞

Nice reading 🥃💖

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Dave wasn't the biggest fan of the idea of hiring you to help his daughters with their homework, saying it was their job to help them. But when Carol showed him the girls' grades and the topics they were studying — which neither of them remembered nothing about — he agreed to have you over a few times per week.

And it was not like he had the time to help them, because at first you never saw the man, always coming over when he was at work and leaving before he arrived. The rare times he was at home he'd always be locked inside his office.

You've recently moved in to the neighborhood and haven't seen him in person yet, his wife being the one to approach and hire you. The pictures you saw around the house gave you a glimpse of what he was like, though. Short dark hair, plump lips and a sculpted nose.

One thing you knew about him was that he was busy, and his job was stressful. Carol had told you he worked for the government but she didn't fully understood what he did, if she was being honest. Sometimes you'd hear him inside his office, sounding exhausted and stressed. His voice was nice, deep and strong, and it made you think about him, feel a feeling you didn't know exactly where came from. A need to care for him, to help him feel better, remove the stress and frustration from him.

He was hot, but even though you tried to shake the thought off and focus on what you were there to do, he kept hijacking your mind again and again. His face and his voice always marking their presence on your late night wanderings around your body.

🥃💖.

The first time you saw him in person, you were helping the girls at the dinner table. Carol was near you cooking dinner and he walked inside the kitchen. His tired face found your bubbly one, and his expression softened instantly, his eyes never leaving yours. "Dave, hey." She said, introducing you. "She's helping the girls study for a test." She finished and he repeated your name.

You didn't know it could sound so fucking pretty.

"Oh, hi! Sorry we haven't met yet, been busy lately. Nice to meet you, thank you for what you're doing, the girls' progress has been amazing." He offered you his hand, and you shook it. They were big and warm, sending a wave of heat up your arm and taking over your mind, almost making you forget how to speak.

He was even fucking hotter in person.

"Hi, Mr. York, nice to meet you too." You finally manage to say. "I always get really happy when the girls show me their grades. Good to see them doing so well."

You notice how his face reacted to what you called him, and only then you remember to let go of his hand, watching his face, how his eyes scan your body, like he's trying to memorize you.

You can't blame him, though. You're doing the same right now. Analyzing every piece of the man as if trying to decide which part of him you like the most.

You feel like you're on the edge of a black hole. Time is passing slowly, being kind enough to allow you two to absorb one another. Your lungs feel tight, and filling them is laborious, like he's sucking the air out of you.

"Well, sorry. I have to go." He says with a smile, planting your feet back on the ground. "See you tomorrow, girls. Be good, alright?" He said, directing the last part to his daughters, and you had to bite your tongue not to reply, exactly like they did: "Okay, daddy. Goodnight."

He gives you a final look, up and down, and you feel like prey, but you love it. You love that he's not even trying to hide it from you, a heavy and tempting smile across his face.

You felt like your job now was not only to help two girls with their homework, but also to be eye candy for a tired, stressed and bored middle aged man.

And you couldn't wait to make Dave's days a lot more colorful, and much more interesting.

🥃💖.

You see him around the house a lot more often after you meet. Even Carol mentions how he's spending more time at home.

Summer is starting to show itself, so you start wearing shorter and more flowy clothes, especially dresses and skirts. But you'd be lying if you said the warm weather was the only reason behind your choices.

You liked the extra attention they granted you, liked how Dave stared at you, and you liked how sometimes you swear you could hear him sigh when your dresses covered by just a little what he was dying to see.

He stared at your thighs when you were sitting on one of the island stools, or when you sat on the floor with the girls. Wishing he could run his hands up them, till he found the hem of your panties.

Thinking about your skin, how soft it looked made him grunt under his breath everytime you'd move and expose more skin.

You made sure to always cross your legs, granting him a better look at your thighs, or to bend or lean over when talking to the girls, giving him glimpses of your cleavage, or even almost showing him your panties.

It was like a silent agreement between you two. You were showing yourself, and he was enjoying every second of it.

He'd just sit back on his seat, legs spread, while he watched you. You almost felt uncomfortable, his eyes burning holes in your skin, but when you looked at him and found his eyes, his whole expression shifting when you smiled at him, it made you want to do more, to push him further to see how far he'd go. How long he'd resist before finally addressing it.

You knew you had his attention, but you wanted a lot more.

🥃💖.

One night he invites you to have dinner with the family, and the girls cheer when you agree to stay, making you seat between them at the table, like when they were studying.

Dave's sitting across from you. The whole time, his eyes are on you; on your face, your lips, your slightly apparent cleavage. Sometimes he'd be chewing the same bite of food for minutes, lost while looking at you, fantasizing about you.

You talk about college, the girls talk about school, Carol talks about her friends, and Dave mostly just listens. The girls begin talking about a barbecue your neighbors are organizing, and Carol asks you something.

"Are you bringing your boyfriend?"

You freeze.

You had told Carol about this boy you were talking to, but that was all before her husband had occupied your whole brain.

When you slept with the poor guy, your mind was all over Dave, and it felt unfair to both of them.

The guy didn't deserve you thinking about someone else, and Dave certainty would not fuck you the same way that guy did.

You knew he'd pay attention to your body, he'd make sure you came — which you did with the guy, but credits go to Dave —, he'd hold you tight with his strong arms, cooing you and praising you for being so good for him.

Fucking him would be like an out of body experience. It had to be.

You liked to think Dave would eat that guy up if he showed up at the barbecue with you — it almost makes you want to invite him. You liked to picture Dave jealous, angry that you have someone with you, and your mouth goes dry when you find exactly that written on his face.

You look at him, his eyes already on you, squinted, he was not even chewing, just waiting for you to respond. "Oh, he's not my boyfriend, Mrs. York. He's really just a friend." You tell her, his brows relaxing a little. "But he's not coming with me, I'll just be with my parents, really." He starts chewing again, his eyes still watching you, and you hope Carol can't see the heat that you're feeling burn your cheeks.

The idea of him being jealous of you sat on the corner of your mind, though, and waited for its chance to be useful.

🥃💖.

After dinner, Carol goes upstairs to put the girls to bed and you and Dave stay alone for the very first time. "Are you old enough to have a drink with me?" His deep voice calls from the kitchen. "Yes, I am." He smiles while looking at you, a heavy, charged smile, like there's more to it than just happiness.

"Scotch. You like it?" He says, placing the fancy looking bottle and two wide, short cups on the table. You scrunch your nose, and he laughs at you, your expression catching him off guard.

"You don't?" He asks, going to the fridge to grab some ice. You shake your head, smiling. "It's kinda gross." He widens his eyes and opens his mouth, clearly very offended.

"Gross? This is decades old, decades older than you, even! It's so strong and amazing and how can you call it gross?" You watch him come back to the table, smiling and biting your bottom lip, pondering if you should say what you have in mind.

"Although, you know. I get it. Saying something is decades over you isn't a good way to make it more appealing." He says, smiling and looking at you.

You think to yourself 'fuck it, he's staring at my boobs all night' and say it, your voice low and inviting. "I like older things, things decades older than me, even. I just never tried scotch in a way I liked." He stops pouring the liquid into his cup, staring into your eyes like he's trying to get a glimpse of your mind. He threw the bait, and it seemed like you were pulling on it.

If he understood it wrong and you were not flirting with him, he'd be fucked.

But if he understood it right and you were flirting with him... He'd be even more fucked.

"What kind of older things you like?" He sips on his scotch.

"You know, clothes, music, movies... Men, also." You say while letting your foot find his leg, and his breath gets stuck on his throat. "But like I said, maybe I just never had scotch the right way. Maybe you could make me like it." His grip on his glass is so strong his fingers are going white and you're worried he may break the cup.

You two hear Carol and the girls singing upstairs, a sign she'll stay there for a while still. He gets up from his seat, coming closer to you, and you watch his large figure as he gets up, moves his glass and bottle closer to you and pulls the chair next to you closer than it already was to your body.

He looks good from underneath, and when he stands in front of you, you imagine what it would be like to have him like that, big and imposing, towering over you. You look at him through your lashes, and you can't help but lick your lips, your gaze falling straight to his pants, where you can already see an outline forming.

He touches your jaw softly, effortlessly lifting your head. "Eyes on me, baby." You find his eyes and your brows furrow slightly when you see the look on his face. His brows are low, making his usually soft brown eyes look dark and heavy. His nostrils are slightly wider and his lips form half a smile that goes straight through you and pools on your panties. "Even prettier from up here, angel." The nickname makes your eyes falter, and you moan softly in response, reciprocating his smile.

He sits down, letting go of your face. Sipping on his scotch again, eyes focused on you. "Can I have some?" You ask, and he removes his mouth from his glass and hands it to you, but you don't take it.

"I was thinking it would taste better on you, Mr York. Can you give me some?" His brows lower even more, and he moves his jaw from side to side. He leans closer to you, still moving the liquid inside his mouth. You mimick him, leaning closer and looking unto his eyes, but he swallows, leaning back and smiling.

"I thought you had better manners, pretty. How do we say?" He says, drinking more.

"Please, Mr. York, can you give me some of your drink?"

He nods. "Good." He leans forward again, and you connect your lips to his, keeping them slightly apart. His hand comes to your exposed thigh and he caresses you softly. His hands a bit too rough for an office worker — but you weren't complaining.

He opens his mouth and pushes the drink inside yours, making you moan. You pull away and roll it around your mouth with your tongue, your face contorting when it stings and burns you on its way down your throat. He laughs at your pain, squeezing your thigh.

"Better?" He asks, going for another sip. "Can I have more?" He doesn't lean in, his eyes glued on yours.

"Please, Mr. York." You say and he grins, finding your lips and spiting the drink inside your mouth and rolling his tongue around yours, your kiss wet and messy with the drink being part of it. You moan into his mouth and his other hand comes to grip at the back of your neck, keeping you close to him, allowing him to deepen the kiss.

You support yourself on his thigh, keeping your hand high and close to his crotch. He raises his hand on your thigh, reaching the hem of your panties and intertwining his fingers on it, like he's trying to keep himself from removing them, his hand squeezing you harshly on its way, him grunting inside your mouth.

You indulged in the man, kissing him with hunger, not a all shamed of how much honesty was pouring from your lips, at how little you were leaving for his imagination. His grip on the back of your neck was strong and firm, like he was afraid you would snap out of it and pull away. Your hand on his thigh keeping you high enough for your lips to look for his, to not give him anywhere to go.

You feel drunk, and you're certain the expensive drink isn't the reason behind it.

"Night, mommy." You hear from above and part your kiss abruptly. Both your lips red and swollen, a testimony to what just happened. He goes back to his chair and you push the one he was in away from you. You fill the bottom of your cup and hand him the bottle, drinking it and sucking in your lips when Carol walks in.

You're holding back a smile, and he's serious, his eyes dark and focused on your face as it contorts with the drink in your mouth.

'It does taste better on him.' you think to yourself, the drink staining your whole mouth, burning its way down your throat.

Carol sees the bottle and the glass in your hand. "Ew, scotch is gross. Aren't you like, twenty years to young to enjoy drinking that?" You laugh, staring at Dave. "Mr. York taught me how to drink it. Not as gross anymore." He shoots you a look, an almost scary one, and again it goes through you, landing on the pool he had made on your panties.

You get it and drop it, not wanting to push him too far too soon.

You talk to Carol about your schedule next week, how the girls have tests to study for and how often you'll be around.

You notice him writing something on the little notepad you left on top of the table, where the girls were doodling after dinner. He hands it to you when you say you're leaving. You wish Carol a good night and leave, Dave walking you to the front door.

"Night, Mr. York. See you." He grabs your arm, his face dark and his voice deep, his grip firm enough to hurt. "No fucking around near Carol, you hear me? And don't fucking call me that unless you have to. You have no idea what it fucking does to me."

You move the hand from the arm he's holding until you can touch his crotch, caressing him softly through the fabric of his pants. "Oh, I think I know exactly what it does to you, Mr. York. Know it since the first time I said it. But I'm not mad about it."

He pushes your arm and you smile. "Have a good night, Mr. York. I know I will." He grunts and watches you walk down the street, until you open your front door. You wave him goodnight, thinking if there was a reason behind him wanting to see where you live.

You two crossed a line tonight, and you can't wait to find out what more you can get if you keep pushing him.

💖🥃.

You talk to your parents, go upstairs, shower and go to your bedroom. You open your backpack and look for the page Dave was writing on. You find a phone number, and save it on your phone.

You send it a text.

'It tasted a lot better on you, Mr. York. Thank you 💖'

A few minutes later your phone buzzes.

“Not sure about all this.” he replied, finishing the sentence with your name. You pout, not expecting him to say that. Did he really just give you his number to tell you to fuck off?

'Well, that's a shame, because I was hoping you could teach me how to enjoy other tastes.' In his bed, Dave grunts, Carol already asleep by his side. He closes his eyes, he knows he shouldn't, but he can't help himself. His cock is already throbbing inside his boxers.

He shouldn't cheat on Carol, he shouldn't flirt with a twenty-something girl who was tutoring his daughters — he shouldn't have looked at you the way he did for starters, he didn't even know how old you were then.

But he did.

He did and now he couldn't close his eyes without finding you, sweet and bubbly, swimming around his mind, setting the pace of his life, making it impossible to resist when you're so goddamn inviting like this.

'I have to wake up early tomorrow, baby. You're not helping me fall asleep here.' He says, touching himself.

On your own bed, you do the same, rolling your finger around your clit, him being the only thing on your mind.

'Anything I can do to help you, Mr. York?' you ask, pushing your underwear to the side. 'Maybe show you what you did to me?'

He groans, this time louder, and Carol moves besides him. He gets up and goes to his bathroom, sitting on the toilet, feeling like a stupid fucking teenager.

'Don't know if I could ever look at someone else after seeing you, angel.' He texted, pumping himself hard and deep, going all the way to his base and coming back untill his palm brushes his tip, his orgasm forming fast, just from the anticipation of seeing you, and he's forced to slow down his rhythm.

You take a picture of your pussy, one of your folds partially covered by your cherry stamped underwear. You're swollen and dripping for him.

You take another one, spreading your folds, your tight hole exposed for him. Your finger by its side giving him something to compare your entrance to.

You send the first one and he moans, you're so fucking ready for him. He knows where you live, he could just run to your house, find your bedroom and fuck you dumb right now if he wanted to.

You didn't know it, but he could actually fucking do it right now.

'Shit, so fucking ready for me, baby.' He sends you, pumping himself faster again.

'Wish you were here to help me, Mr. York. Bet you'd feel a lot better than my fingers.' You send, along with the second picture, your folds spread and your entrance in full display, wet and ready for him.

He stares at it, your hole looking like one finger would already be enough to fill you. He grunts, imagining you squeezing his cock just right, his own hand tightening around him, trying to mimick what you'd feel like. He spits on himself to fell more like you, like it's your arousal all over him.

His brain is consumed by you when he rushes to his sink, pumping himself hard and fast, looking at the picture you sent him.

He cums with a grunt, more cum than he's seen in a while. His chest raising and falling hard, his mind still fogged by you, he takes a picture of it all over the sink, sending it to you.

'Look at all the mess you made, baby.' He writes.

You moan, imagining if all that were on you.

Inside you, in your mouth, your pussy, all over your tits, your ass, your back, your face. Anywhere, as long as it were on you, not wasted on his sink. The images your brain creates go straight to your core, and you cum, your brain covered by him.

The photo he sent, his smell, his voice — especially the way he talks to you —, his hand on your thigh, his tongue tangling with yours. All of him making you cum on your fingers.

Your mind connects back to your body and you grab your phone, hoping his texts were still there, the photos and everything weren't just you fantasizing about him. You look at the photo again. You want him to know how bad you want it.

How bad you need it.

'Oh no, Mr. York. What a waste! Wish I was there to help you clean it.' You hit send, and he starts typing, but you're faster with your following message:

'Although, if I were there, I would not let you do all this mess. It'd aaaall be mine.' You send along.

He stops typing, and after a while he types again and you get a new message.

'Greedy girl. One day I'll let you have all of it. It'd look a lot better all over you.' he writes.

'I'll take that as a promise, Mr. York. Night night 💞.' You send.

'Night, angel. Sweet dreams, I know mine will be."

You couldn't wait to see him the next day. You patiently waited for him, and you'd show him just how good you could be for him.

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💖🥃 Next up: Dave gives you two necklaces, and you wear a dress that he asks you not to wear on the neighborhood barbecue.

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This is the part one of a three (maybe four) part series I'm working on. Carol gets involved in the mix later and... I cheated. I already wrote part of their nasty together.

I'm no good, you guys, I wasn't strong enough. And boy, oh boy, is it hot 🔥

Hope you liked it, and hope to find you again when I post the second part. If you don't wanna miss it, feel free to ask me and I'll tag you.

Have a beautiful day 💖🥃💞

#dave york x reader #ghostfanwriter #dave york #pedro pascal's characters #pedro pascal characters #dave york fanfiction #dave york smut #dave york x you #dave york imagine #the equalizer 2

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fandomfiish · 1 year

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I always believed that when Neil and Todd get together, the poets and Mr. Keating are the ones to know first. Though they didn't tell Mr. Keating directly, he just knew from the way the dynamic between the two had changed, only for a slight, but it's damning evidence to know that they're finally together.

And Mr. Keating was elated of course, knowing how much those two make each other better.

Charlie knew first, which was unsurprising due to the fact that the night after they confessed to each other, Charlie barged into their room and saw them both cuddling in Neil's bed. He decides to let you two rest for a little longer, though that's the only recluse he'll give from the barrage of teases that the two will get from him.

After months in the relationship Todd, surprisingly confessed to Jeff about his relationship with Neil. Both knew that on Neil's side, he had no one to confide in, his father being a bastard and his mother who might be supportive but the fear of her telling her husband was too much of a risk they were not gonna take.

And then Todd called Jeff, who was surprised at the call. Sure they'd been trying to mend their distance for the past months after he visited, but it was surprising that it was Todd who called first.

"Hello! This is Jeff Anderson speaking, who is it?"

"Hey Jeff."

"Oh Todd, what a pleasant surprise." It really was Jeff notes. But he did take notice of how his brother's voice seemed nervous, hopefully, he didn't get into trouble like getting expelled.

"I need to tell you something, uh I haven't told our parents about it and I wanted you to know first."

To say Jeff was touched by that was an understatement, it meant that all the time they tried to work it out slowly doing their thing, and if Todd has something to tell him that he trusts him enough to tell him. He would deny a stray tear falling from his cheeks from the emotions he's feeling though.

"Alright what is it, Todd?" He asked in a soft tone. Then remembers something and adds, "And don't worry, not a word from this call will get to Mom and Dad"

He could hear a sigh of relief from the other side which means he said the right thing, and thank god for him thinking ahead.

"So you know Neil right?" That made Jeff's eyebrows raise.

"Your roommate, your best friend?" He chuckles at the thought. "How could I not you speak of him in every call we had." He teases and he could hear the groan from the other side making him smile wider.

"Ugh, Jeff not now."

"Fine fine, so what's with Neil?"

"So umm..." There was a second of silence on the other side Jeff thought the line was cut, but then it comes back later. "well... me and him..."

Jeff knew he had to be patient even if he was, if he's honest, wants Todd to tell him already, but he doesn't wanna destroy their progress, they've talked about this already.

"MeandNeilaredatingnow."

It was surprisingly quick that Jeff had to double-take. That was the fastest he heard Todd talk and he didn't understand any of it.

"What?"

Hear Todd taking a breath before he spoke. "Me and Neil are dating." "Oh." Jeff said, surprised at the news but somehow a part of him was not as surprised as he thought? Or maybe it's because he thought something bad had happened and knowing it was not downplayed his reaction to it. "I thought he was expelled or something." It slipped on his mouth before he could think of it. "Jeeeeefff." He could hear Todd groan from the other side, though he knows the other is scared stiff at what his reaction will be.

To be frank Jeff, unlike most of the fathers in Vermont, he's not one to believe that a man loving another man or a woman loving another woman is a sin. Frankly, he believes that love is love whatever gender it is. And that's not gonna change now with Todd.

"I'm happy for you Todd, I really am."

"Really?"

"Yeah!" Jeff couldn't help but smile. "I know it must've been hard just trying to tell me and I'm proud of you." He really was, and hearing the sigh of relief from the other made his heart swell.

"Thank you Jeff." He hears Todd say.

"Oh no need to thank me, and we could talk about it more when I visit this weekend. I think this talk requires us to talk face-to-face right? Plus I wanna talk to Neil too."

He hears Todd groan. "Don't tell me-"

"Yes, he's gonna get the big brother talk."

"Jeff!"

"I know he's a big help to you but this is different since you're in a relationship now." Jeff said donning his big brother voice, as he calls it.

"Alright Alright, we'll continue this talk when you arrive," Todd said before a lapse of silence befalls both of them.

"I'm happy for you."

"Thanks, Jeff."

And the two spoke of their days before hanging up, a promise to talk more when he arrives at Welton this weekend.

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@inahallucination JEFF CRUMBS, also gonna write a part 2 just writing Jeff's 'big brother talk' to Neil is already funny in my mind"

#dead poets society #todd anderson #neil perry #charlie dalton #jeff anderson #anderperry

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(day eleven) under the mistletoe , tyson jost

note, this fic is part of my christmas series called taylor's very merry christmas series. check out this masterlist for the rest of the series. pair, tyson jost x reader summary, for years, people have watched y/n and tyson dance around their feelings until they finally have enough. at the annual avs christmas party, the guys put a plan in motion to finally get them to finally admit their feelings for each other. and of course, mistletoe is involved. warnings, this takes place while he's still in colorado. i know, I'm sad too, but i don't know buffalo well enough yet also this is a little cheesy, so if you don't like that, don't read this word count, 1181 words

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You and Tyson had met through mutual friends, that mutual friend being JT Compher. You were good friends with his girlfriend and Tyson was JT's best friend.

So, you were invited to Avs games here and there, and the Christmas party because they always had more food and drinks than they knew what to do with.

You liked him, and he liked you, but you could never admit it because what if the other person didn't feel the same way?

So you buried it down and chose to forget about it.

But every year, at that Christmas party, like clockwork, everything you tried too hard to suppress for 364 days came rushing back like a wave.

This year was no different. You hadn't seen Tyson in a few months. You had gone to the home opener with Sydney, but that was it. You hadn't really seen him in months, so seeing him tonight, would be a waterfall.

"You looking forward to seeing Josty tonight?" Sydney asked, wiggling her brows at you.

You shook your head, looking out the window to hide the smile on your face, "Shush."

"You aren't denying it!" She squealed.

"Be quiet." You tried and failed, to hide your smile.

Once you arrived, you quickly made your way to the kitchen to make yourself a drink, "You get here and make a bee-line for the drinks? Typical Y/N." You heard a familiar voice.

You turned to the doorway and saw Tyson leaning against the doorframe, a smirk on his face, "Sorry I'm so predictable." You shrugged.

"No, it's cool. Means I get to talk to you before you're bombarded by everyone else." He pushed himself off the doorframe, made his way over to you, and watched you pour different liquids into your cup, "Wow, predictable even down to the drink." He joked.

"Oh, shut up." You smiled, shoving him softly.

"It's good to see you. Haven't seen you in a while." He offered a kind smile.

"Yeah, been a little busy." You shrugged.

Before he could say anything else, you were quickly pulled away by Mel, "You're here!" She exclaimed happily, pulling you into a hug. You were quickly whisked off in a different direction. You managed to look back at Tyson, flashing him a smile and a wave.

As the night went on, you and Tyson would often meet each other's gaze and flash each other a smile but other than that, nothing else happened.

"So, you and Josty?"

"Not you too." You groaned, rolling your eyes and sliding further down your chair. A few of the other girls laughed at your reaction.

"'Not us' what?"

"You all think I'm secretly in love with Tyson." You stated.

"Do we?" They all raised a brow but were all smirking.

"Yes."

"Are you?" You took too long to answer, which they all took as a yes.

"I didn't say yes." You butted in as they all squealed.

"But you also didn't say no," Sydney added. You huffed with a roll of your eyes.

Across the house, the guys were having the same discussion you were having but with Tyson. Their conversation was pretty similar to yours, only Tyson was a little more open.

"So, Tyson, you still haven't made your move?" Gabe asked innocently.

Tyson rolled his eyes, "No." He admitted.

"I know what you can get me for Christmas," JT spoke up and Tyson glanced at him confused, "You can finally admit your feelings for Y/N."

"I'd like that for Christmas, too." Erik nodded in agreement.

As the night progressed, you were getting more and more tired. and more ready to go home, but Sydney was the very opposite. She was your ride home so you were stuck at the party.

The girls and boys had put together a plan to try and get Tyson to admit your feelings for each other. What was their plan? Get you both in the Landeskog entryway were a piece of mistletoe hung over the door frame and get you to kiss.

Was this a good plan? No. Was this a pretty good plan for all of them being drunk? Yes.

Sydney found you sitting in the living room, your eyes closed as you waited for her to be done, "I'm ready to go, but I have to grab something so can you wait?"

"Yeah, I'll get my shoes." You nodded, pushing yourself off the couch.

In another room, JT was doing the same thing, "I'm ready to go." He announced. Tyson's original ride had already left so he was now getting a ride with JT.

"All right, I'll get my shoes." Tyson got up and headed for the entryway.

When he turned the corner, he saw you sitting on the little bench as you waited for Sydney, "You leaving too?" He chuckled.

"Yep." You nodded watching him trying to find his shoes in the big piles of shoes.

"It was good to see you tonight."

"Yeah, it was." You smiled.

"Hope it won't take a year for me to see you again." He spoke nervously.

You laughed, "I'll try to make it out to a game."

You both waited in silence. In his head, he kept hearing JT's voice. He really did like you, but the fear of you not feeling the same way kept him from saying anything.

Today was different. He had some liquid courage in his bloodstream and he was feeling more brave than usual. He knew if he wanted to say something, now would be the time, "Y/N?" You looked up at him.

"Tyson?" You repeated his name so softly he nearly melted.

"I really like you..." Your breath hitched, "And I don't know. if you feel the same way, but I..." The words were coming out of his mouth so fast he had to stop to breathe.

"I feel like I've had a speech prepared in my head for a while now but now that it's really time, I can't think of it." He laughed.

You smiled, "It's okay."

"No, it's not." That caught you off guard, "I had this whole speech, proclaiming how much I really liked you and I can't remember it."

"It's okay, Tyson." You approached him, "If you ever remember the speech, you can tell me it, but until then, I'll just let you know that I really like you, too."

He froze, "You do?"

"Yeah." You laughed at the frozen look on his face, "I do."

"Awesome." Was all he managed to say.

"Yeah, it's pretty cool." You nodded, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"Look up!" Someone in the background shouted, which was a telltale sign that everyone in the house was watching and listening to you both.

You and Tyson both looked up and saw the piece of mistletoe hanging above your heads. You both looked back at each other and smiled, "It would be rude to break tradition."

"So rude." He nodded in agreement.

Flashforward to a couple years later, at your wedding, Tyson finally remembered that speech of his, and decided, for his vows, to recite them.

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callmemrskenway · 2 years

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Ok, im not good at trying to say things so if this sounds super weird im sorry.

What about headcanons (Gender neutral reader) with Reader and MK crushing super hard on on eachother, but reader is also being trained by Macaque? so Macaque is the readers mentor? i can imagine Sun Wukong and Macaque teasing MK and the reader XD

sorry if this is too much haha

DADCAQUE CONTENT Y E S- Also kinda made this a progression thing from s1 to s3 so SPOILER ALERT, also, this is literally my brain just dumping out things and scenarios because I was hella excited for this!

- Honestly I can see Macaque training you if only to prove that he's a better mentor than Wukong and that he can make a protégé stronger than MK.

- We see how brutal he can be training with MK so he is like that with you but he does end up being a bit softer the more and more he starts to care about you. He has to hurt you to make you stronger, in his mind, but he knows it'll pay off in the end.

- He trains you with one enemy in mind, the Monkie Kid. And so you end up having this goal of being stronger than someone you never met and forging this one sided rivalry in your head.

- When you try to get close to him to lower his gaurd and try to steal his powers again or to weaken him, you don't expect him to have...so much golden retriever energy or be as adorable as he is.

- MK is just immediately drawn to you as well. You're mysterious at first but once he gets past that aloof and cold persona you put on, you're actually really adorable and he tells you that too.

- No but Macaque and You having that one moment from the Hercules Movie with Hades and Megara once you start having second thoughts:

Macaque: I can't believe you're getting worked up over some...GUY!

Y/n: This one is different! He's honest a-and he's sweet-

Macaque: Please.

Y/n: And he'd never do anything to hurt me!

Macaque: HE'S A GUY.

(I'm sorry, when I saw the request, I immediately thought of this scene)

- But anyways, yes, when its time to reveal that you're not who you seem, MK is heartbroken but he teams up with his mentor to take you and your mentor down.

- You surprise EVERYONE with your abilities and fighting prowess and if he wasn't the one you were fighting, MK wouldn't have any problem admitting that he kinda finds that attractive. But he IS your opponent so he doesn't find it attractive and means that its all the more reason to take you and your mentor down.

- But then you skillfully dodge his next barrage of attacks and land an uppercut kick to his face before landing a blow and, yes it hurts, but it was also kinda cool. He'll give you that-

- It does hurt him because he trusted you and he kinda doesn't like you for a while because he believes that everything you two did was jus an act. Wukong tries to comfort him about it

- Meanwhile you're a bit distracted as you spar with your mentor because you keep thinking about MK so moments where Macaque notices you spacing off during a fight until he just stops training and is all: "Why are you so distracted? Is it because of MK again?"

- "Huh- N-NO, OF COURSE NOT. IT'S NOT BECAUSE OF MK AT ALL- i just, uh...am worried if I left the stove on?"

- Yeah, it's so VERY clear that you and MK got it bad for each other and obviously it's not good, at least, not in your mentors eyes but at the same time, it is kinda ironic in a way.

- SO EXPECT MACAQUE TO TRY AND USE YOU TO BRING MK TO THE DARKSIDE AND WUKONG TRYING TO USE MK TO BRING YOU TO THE LIGHT SIDE.

- but now focusing on you and MK, when you two meet again, MK is emotional and hurt and it's obvious he's trained harder just to fight you but before he lands the final blow to knock you unconscious, he gives you those puppy dog eyes and asks: "Was everything we did together...when we first met, was any of that real? Or was it all fake?"

- And you don't know what to say, because, like...you don't even know yourself. Yeah, at first it was fake but then you got comfortable with him and haven't been able to get him off of your mind since but...but-

- You don't ever get to answer his question as Macaque uses his shadow powers to teleport you back to him, immediately worried when he sees MK's fist raised towards you.

- But also, anon, you are so right, Wukong and Macaque would also tease the life out of their students.

- Wukong just being all: "Now, MK, we're going up against Macaque. So, try to focus on taking down Macaqye and not eyeing his student."

- MK: "EYEING, WHAT- I DON'T EYE THEM. I JUST...uh...I don't know...but I DON'T EYE THEM."

- And then meanwhile, moments where Macaque is all: "He's coming, are you sure you can handle him, kiddo?"

- You: "Of course I can, why wouldn't I?"

- And then he just gives you this smug smile and you feel embarrassed because you know he knows about your crush on MK so you just glare back at him and pout and look the other way, which makes him laugh.

- NO BUT INFURIATINGLY CLOSE MOMENTS WHERE YOU AND MK ARE GONNA CONFESS TO EACH OTHER BUT YOU NEVER GET THE CHANCE.

- Also scenarios where you and him are supposed to work together and at first, you guys act like you can't stand each other but slowly you guys become closer and closer.

- Like lets say a demon kidnaps the both of you because of your mentors and you and MK have to work together to get out.

- First its arguments of: "Well, well, if it isn't the Monkie Kid!"/ "AT LEAST I'M NOT A LIAR!"/ but then you two realize you have to come to a truce and such so that's what you do and as you help each other, you get reminded of things you like about each other.

- MK gets injured and you check in on him and he's surprised but smiles at you because HE KNEW YOU GENUINELY CARED FOR HIM. But then you get all tsundere and try to deny it.

- OKAY BUT THEN S3 COMES AROUND AND LADY BONE DEMON TAKES YOU AS A HOSTAGE AND THAT'S ANOTHER REASON WHY MACAQUE HAS TO BRING BACK MK AND WUKONG.

- And MK notices you're not with him and he gets angry at Macaque because YOU'RE HIS STUDENT. HE WAS SUPPOSED TO PROTECT YOU. NOW YOU'RE IN THE HANDS OF THE LADY BONE DEMON AND- AND- YOU'RE PROBABLY SUFFERING AND-

- Yeah, they definetly get into a fight and Macaque is all: "Yeah, but its your fault too. If you truly cared about them, then you'd come with me-"

- Obviously MK declines and fights him and then the canon stuff happens but he feels more motivated than ever to get the rings of Samadhi and stop the Lady Bone Demon.

- OKAY BUT WHAT IF SINCE YOU'RE MACAQUE'S STUDENT YOU END UP HAVING A BIT OF THE SAME TELEKINETIC ABILITIES AS MK TOO. OR LIKE, HE USES HIS TELEKINESIS WITH YOU AND YOU USE YOUR SHADOWS TO COMMUNICATE WITH HIM.

- Like at first you managed to send a shadow to let him know you're okay (which is a lie, LBD isn't exactly known to treat her prisoners well) and talk to him and then he tries to gain his telekinesis powers so he can appear to you as well.

- Overall when he does defeat the Lady Bone Demon, he is so excited to see you're okay, a bit bruised up but fine and the both of you don't even care who sees anymore, you run to each other and do a dramatic "you jump into MK's arms and he lifts you into the air as you both share a passionate kiss" kinda of moment, everyone is cheering except for Wukong and Macaque, who are taking in the scene.

- Wukong: "You owe him, you know. He saved your disciple."

- Macaque: "Yeah, I know. Plus, he makes (Y/n) happy and thats all I could hope for them."

- Obviously Macaque is awkward when he tries to check on you, since its his fault you got mixed up with LBD anyways but then you hug him and tell him you're glad he's alright and he smiles and hugs you back.

- No but him and Wukong being THOSE dad's and are all: "For the record, if MK breaks their heart I will break every bone in his body."/ "UM, MK WOULD NEVER DO THAT BUT YOU'RE LITTLE DELINQUENT STUDENT MIGHT-"/ "They would NEVER-"

- So yeah, other than the monkey dad rivalry and whole "we like each other but we're on different sides" slow burn, things do end up pretty good for you and MK and Macaque and Wukong are a little more lenient with letting you two be together because for a minute, you guys were scared that you might never be able to tell the other how you truly feel.

#SORRT FOR THE DISORGANIZATION BUT I SAW THIS PROMPT AND IMMEDIATELY JUST DUMPED MY EVERY THOUGHT INTO IT BECAUSE IT WAS SO GOOD #macaque x reader lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk x reader #lmk macaque x reader #mk x reader #lmk mk #lmk mk x reader #lmk macaque #Qi Xiǎotiān x reader

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onwriting-hrarby · 11 months

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some updates

hello everyone! i hope you're fine and enjoying the last month of spring. as for us, this may-june reminds me of the pandemic, in which it rained until mid-june. it's nice, though, since we're in a very dry season with water restrictions. i had missed rain, somehow.

twitter/fandom

some of you have noticed that i'm not on twitter anymore. i tried it again, but i don't think it was worth it. although i'm convinced my harasser(s) is subscribed to me on ao3 and checks my tumblr regularly (for i hadn't announced "for you" on twitter when i received hate comments) twitter was, again, giving me anxiety. also, when i decided not to be on fandom, i had begun finding twitter boring, because i didn't want to interact there a lot. it's strange to craft a tl anew, again, and overall, i reiterate, i think i'm happier just writing my own headcanons with no influence of fandom. i should have told 2021 hera this, as she was convinced that being in twitter was "the move" to do.

anyways, i'm fine. i love experiencing fandom as a little guilty pleasure, something more private and fun. it makes me less afraid, too: i had been wanting to write "for you" since i first began liking aot, but i was always afraid of what the fandom would say. such a lot of time lost, and now i'm writing it knowing that the aot haze is somehow passing by.

liquid confidence

i am feeling a little bit discouraged with this story. i didn't like some of the comments i received, and it made me doubt whereas i was doing a good job. somehow, since i was very stressed and didn't have time to write, all the scenes and dialogue and sentences i had in my head dissipated before i could even write them. on monday, i decided to come back at it again, but as for now, i'm slowly, slowly making progress (that means, i haven't written since monday). not being in twitter/having lots of fandom experiences doesn't make me rush, either. i'm not particularly worried that it's been a month since i updated. i want to do a good job, and i'm just not in the mood, right now. maybe i need to watch a romantic movie, or listen to taylor swift non-stop.

i thank all of you who had commented and liked the story (i will always be surprised, though, at the ratio kudos-hits) and i hope i can upload soon.

for you

damn, this was a bittersweet feeling. the most comments i received were from anon haters (and they kept on pushing that the fic was a failure). i'm not writing rivamika for numbers, so i don't really care, and i also think this fandom is very committed to their ship in ways that i'm not committed to ships anymore, so i trust that when people read the first chapter (which is fully levi/mikasa) they will like the story more. i have also resigned myself to receive anon hate whatever i do, so i don't particularly care about it anymore: that's why i have opened the comments to guests, too (always moderated). i'm sorry that people might see the hate comments, but i have to accept them in order to report them to ao3 for abuse.

i think i found two of the harassers in twitter, though. i'm not sure. they can rot in hell, and i know they will follow and comment everything i do. if that's the way they want to pass on time... they are sad people.

that being said, for you is progressing slowly, too. i'm sorry, because i really like writing it.

own writing

i've owned that if i want to be a published author i need to get rid of insecurity. i've slowly been doing this since the year started ("not giving a fuck"), yet sometimes the self-pressure takes over me.

i am turning "instead they said" in an original story, so this is taking quite a lot of time. i am also writing my new novel. i also revised the other novel i had in my drawer, and i think i want it to send it somewhere.

i hope we can read each other soon.

hera signing off.

#eremika #rivamika #fanfiction #attack on titan

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lil DOS2 rant?

Le sighhhhhh Finally finished DOS2 again, and I do adore this game a lot and has easily become my favorite. I love the combat of the game and the implementation of magical and physical armor really makes you think on your builds and strategies. And I know some might disagree cuz not a lot like turn based combat apparently? The story is so rich from start to finish, absolutely no parts of it bored me. The dialogues are fun and witty, catching me off gaurd and making me laugh way more than I thought it would. And the characters are so well written, you fall in love with almost all of them, especially the origin characters and the people you sail with in Lady Vengeance. But for all that praise, whenever I think of the romance in the game I can't help but feel its more than a little lacking. I love the characters to death I, wouldn't've have played the game twice already and have over 200+ hours on it if I didn't- but interactions with them are so few and far between. You don't even have one quiet moment with them. Well... I mean you do get one moment alone with them, but to call it a quiet one would be so... hilariously untrue for a number of reasons Anyway me being me took the little romance I can get in stride on my first play through, thinking "oh if I progress their quest they give me important dialogue!" So I focused a lot on the one person I wanted to romance (it was Sebille) and absolutely eating up any romantic dialogue that pops up (most of them catching me off gaurd cuz again we didn't talk much through out our journey and suddenly she's cozying up on me-). Only to have missed a lot in my first playthrough (not really a big complaint cuz I like you can do a lot of different things to get to the same point), and accidentally not progress one of my companions stories and have a small betrayal at the end. But then by the end of it all, while the ending I got was mostly happy, the ending I had with my chosen partner was absolutely bittersweet. While yes- I did make a lot of mistakes in my first game cuz I had no idea what the hell I was doing :D So it could absolutely be chalked up to me just missing a lot of key things to ensure a better ending with us. Hence why I played it twice in a row, and believe me I missed A LOT especially in forth joy, the first chapter. I tried my best to be as thorough as I can. Exploring every inch of them map, talking to almost every NPC I come in contact with, finishing every quest in my log book, talking more instead of fighting to get more dialogue. And while I can safely say I was absolutely more thorough this time round, I'm pretty sure I still missed a few things. Its a long ass game- there are a lot you need to keep track of, and I can be very forgetful. But I think I completed well enough to know this is the general scope of what an average player—or maybe not even averege, but a slightly more avid player—would get. So what did I get after all that? Well... Roughly the same ending with only minor differences... Was the entire game more different the 2nd time round cuz I knew what I was doing and found a lot of new and cool things through out that gave it more charm? 100%! Without a doubt! Did the companion I got together with get a happier ending? Also yes. But am I still a bit disappointed at romance and how that side plot ended? Sadly yes. Spoilers below for people who haven't played or haven't gotten to the end game.

So somewhere in the late game there's a choice to have Sebille rooted into the mother tree, I dont want to have to overly explain it but it basically bounding her to elven duties for the rest of her days and also she turns in a a tree once she dies :'Dc. Now I was an idiot and actually rooted her even when I had 2nd thought on it cuz I thought that was just her duty. And bit me in the ass at the end and was mostly what made the ending so bittersweet for me. She wasnt free yet we still loved each other so we had to part ways. Of course she said she'd always love me and never forget me before sharing a sweet kiss but it was still sad... Me being the simp I am I made a completely new game just to ensure she gets a happy ending (preferably together with my character) and she did and it was nice but... It made the whole end game conversation with her a lot shorter, it wasn't explicitly stated we'd stay together but in the epilogue nothing about our romance was mentioned. She was just happy traveling and living her best life and don't get me wrong- like Go girl! Live your best life! No need to get tied down! But I just wish the bond you form not just with your romance partner but with all your companions didn't feel like such a forgettable chapter of their life. There could have at least been a mention where at least one, or preferably all, of your party members would gather to together to meet up every now and again in the new world. Maybe its just makes me sad cuz I thought of my party as being a found family towards each other, so to see them be so ready to leave each other, split off and never talk to each other ever again really pained me. The origin characters are one, if not, my top reason I want to keep coming back to this game and replaying it but every time I just keep thinking of how it all ended, my heart sinks.

Minor complaints up ahead.

Poly? Where poly? No poly?? Give me the ability to romance both Sebille and Lohse you cowards!! so like at the end of my 2nd play through I made a save where one onf them I chose to be the new devine, made ifan sad and was generally a more sad ending- but also made me spilt with Sebille again cuz she was like "can a god mingle with us mortals?" and Im like oh shit so this is the wrong choice. So I reload my save and spread the source to everyone. and this time round it was happy again but she was still like " what happens with us is up to you" Like girl what you mean? We're on even playing field neither of us have responsibilities we're both free, what am I missing here? BUT ALSO SHE DOSENT KISS ME IN THIS ENDING?????? maybe I messed up the dialogue?? She says she wants me and love me but doesnt lean down for a kiss like my save before that or in my first game play either so I was left so confused-

another Sebille centered minor problem, after you kill her master her story kinda just ends there- Like there's nothing for her in Arx at all. And before you say it yes, we meet with Saheila when we get there, she's talking about elves wanting to rise up to start that war. And she just dismisses it and chalks it up to Saheila being insane(which you know true) but that's it? you don't want to figure out why your kin who's been through almost the same things we've been through suddenly underwent an over night change?? you aren't going to talk to the hostile elven people in arx?? People's opinion of you after killing the mother tree/ being prime scion doesn't get touched on here??? It just another one of my little disappointments in her story. She was very prominent at the start but nothing in Arx, which despite being the last chapter is still a long one. So to just have her there with nothing important to progress with her or our romance it just left me a lil bumed :/

#dos2 #divinity original sin 2 #rant #ramblings #Sebille #well this got longer than I expected it to be-#woops-#been gone for what like a month then I randomly drop a long as rant lol #still love and adore the game ofc

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