#the only way to really defeat him is to shoot him with ink and even then he still remains unharmed

[the-silly-creature]

I have some ideas about big man and your ability to beat him in a fight and its all in my tags

Note: these incoherent ramblings are largely based on personal headcanons so sorry if this doesn't line up with your beliefs

Random Splatoon tier lists day 7: smash bros time, who's beating me?

[kristlewrites]

“Shoot! Take a Panorama”

CW: semi-public sex, degradation (slut, whore, bitch), oral (m!receiving), slut-shaming, nickname (mamas), dacryphilia, rough sex, but dw aftercare at the end!

PAIRING: TattooArtist!Law x Blk!FemReader

WC: 1.9k

🫧🗯️: Thank you so so much for all the support on my lastest fics, it means alot to me!🫶🏽 uh ive never gotten a tattoo yet, so if the tattoo experience isnt accurate... oh well! I had to watch a video to get as best as i could ijbol. Also way off topic but has anyone watched bottoms, like its probably one of my fave movie releases this year.

MINORS DNI

(Cheese!)

Hand in hand you and Perona skipped down the cold sidewalk. It was just a little past midnight and both you and Perona were all jittery with excitement. While you guys were at Peronas apartment, she had this insane idea that you guys should have matching tattoos. "It'll be so cute!” She squeals, holding up her phone showing some ideas. Searching through pinterest you guys had finally come to an agreement on the design, matching stars in hot pink ink right on your waist. You guys spend about thirty minutes looking for a parlor that's open this late.

“Ohh it's gonna be impossible” Perona sulks, throwing her phone across her bed. Laying down in defeat

“No, look! I found one and look they take walk-ins too!” You exclaimed you show her, her mood quickly changes while she springs up from the bed and starts jumping

“Well let's go!” She shrieks, opening for her closet revealing all different shades of pink and black clothing pieces. She put on a cute two piece outfit and you were ready to go!

You guys approach a small store, built with red brick decorated with neon lights flickering ‘Open 24/7’. Deserted parking lot, with only two cars assuming that they both belong to the employees.

“Is this the right place?” Perona questions. 

“Umm, It should be” you reply with a little uncertainty in your voice “It should be fine though”

In sync you guys make your way towards the glass doors, met with a cold breeze sending yall into a shiver.

“Hey what can I do for y'all?” A woman's voice vibrated through the room, capturing your attention. “My name is Bonney”

“We wanted to get matching tattoos.” answered Perona, her arms tangled around yours squeezing them.

“Awh, that's so cute. Give me a minute, I have to tidy up the studio.” Bonney existed the counter and headed into a room towards the left

“Ahhh! I'm so excited” Perona shrills, making her way towards some chairs lined up against the brick wall.

“I know right!” You respond admiring all the beautiful artworks lined up against the wall varying with color and realism. ‘The people here must be really good’ you thought to yourself, sitting next to perona.

Bonney comes out of the room waving to Perona letting her know it's time. “Wish me luck y/n” Perona whispers, clearly nervous but also excited at the same time.

“Law should be ready for you anytime soon” Bonney reassured you, closing the door behind her.

Now that you were alone, you finally realized the severity of the situation. You didn't think about the consequences till now, and how irresponsible it may seem that this was decided just on impulse. But not just that but what about the actual process? Your pain tolerance was below average.

“You can come in now.” you hear a rough voice from across the store. Reluctantly you grab your purse and get up from your seat making your way slowly into the room.

 Hesitantly Knocking on the door, “Hello” 

The door opens wide to reveal a tall melanated man littered with tattoos from head to toe.

“Show me your design” He asks, not even giving you attention. Pulling out your phone, you show him the design. He pats onto the chair gesturing for you to sit down. You lay down onto the chair facing towards the ceiling while he fishes for his tools. “Where do you want it?” He asks, still searching for his tools.

“Right here” You lower your shorts and point down towards your waist. 

He moves his chair towards his desk and quickly starts sketching out the design, “Is this alright?” he asks, displaying his outline, you nod at his impressive work. You flinch at the coolness of the alcohol. Which he wipes down the area of your stomach making sure that it is nice and prepped. He sets down his stencil sketch on the region where you want the tattoo to be, tearing it off gently leaving the ink on your skin.

A few seconds later you hear the intimidating buzzing noise of the machine coming closer. “Let me know when you're ready” Law asks, wiping down the tip of the needle. You nod nervously. ‘Its now or never’ you think to yourself. 

You squirm from the contact of the needle converging on your skin, you tense up a little from the pain but with time the pain becomes much more tolerable. It takes no time at all, you finish as quick as you started. He pats down the area of the tattoo with care then gets up “Don't make any sudden movements, I'm gonna grab a bandage real quick” he declares standing up leaving the room. 

You reach for your purse, digging for your wallet. But it wasn't there!!? ‘Ohmyfuckinggod; you thought to yourself immediately you sat up “Shit!” you whisper shout from the pain of the freshly inked tattoo. No way you left your wallet at personas apartment are you kidding how does that even happen. You were sure that it was in your purse when you left.

You hear Laws footsteps come closer and lay back down, you're so fucked.He comes in setting down the bandage and running through the aftercare steps. You are not even paying attention, worried about how you'll be able to even leave. “Did you get that?” he asks

“Um, yea.”

“So cash or card?”

“Well about that…I kinda sorta left my wallet at home.”you say  “Do you guys take apple pay?”

“No.” he says bluntly

“Well h-how about I cash app you?” 

“I'm not allowed to receive tips”

“Pleaseee” you were pleading for you life

He shakes his head no

“Well, how am I supposed to pay you?” you say whining a little bit.

A devilish smirk sneaks up across his face “I have an idea.”

Next thing you know, your knees are on the cold hard tile,tears streaming down your face, nose running, and your mouth is stuffed with laws long filthy dick. He viciously grabs your braids pulling you back, “Do it correctly whore” he seethes

“I-its t-too much” You say sniffling 

“I don't want to hear it bitch, you will take it all.” He says while slapping his slimy cock on your face then pushes you back onto his dick causing your eyes to roll back. You continue to suck on his dick, twirling your tongue around the tip. Using your hand to make up for the rest of his cock twisting it round and round. You look up to him with your big brown eyes pleading. And my oh my is he enjoying the view, your crystal teardrops flowing down your beautiful face, you breasts spilling out of your tank top, it's like a masterpiece to him.

He thrusts his dick more into your mouth causing you to choke, “You dirty lying bitch, saying you can't take it all, well look at you taking me in so well” he snickers. Seizing your head he pushes you back and forth, your mouth rocking against his cock, “you need to go faster, I'm getting bored up here” law says. Mindlessly you obey, rocking vigorously on his cock, gagging you go faster and faster taking him whole. He pulls your head once again and jerks your head in a smooth rhythm, your tongue rotating in a fluent pattern on his penis sending him into a state of unconsciousness. Without warning you feel his warm gooey cum shoot down your throat. You open your mouth, rejecting the feeling “Nuh uh don't even think about, swallow it all.” nodding eagerly you gulp it down, shivering from the weird sensation traveling down your esophagus. “Open wide” Law orders, obediently you do just that.

“Ah” You open your mouth wagging your tongue, he sticks his thumb inspecting your mouth.Your face was a wreck, saliva and drool smeared all across your face, nose running, stained trails of your tears.

“Good girl, now get on the chair and get on all fours for me”

Without a second to think, you remove your clothes leaving them on the floor, you jump onto the chair raising your plump ass in the air. (If yall are confused it like those chairs that can retract down like this)

“You filthy slut, your pussy is leaking like a goddamn faucet are you not ashamed?” Law whispers into your making you even wetter. Even when you had just met him, you were already so attracted to him. His deep rough voice, his tall figure, slim long fingers, and his tattoos crawling in every corner of his body. It was hard to keep your composure when he drew the tattoo on you, and now seeing him underneath his clothes was enough to send you over the edge. You have to admit this was definitely not how you imagined this night would go – poor Perona is probably already done with hers waiting for you in the lobby– but you can't say you're mad about it. 

Grazing his fingers across your already slimy clit pacing it back and forth teasing at your entrance. He slowly slips his lanky fingers into you, moving it slowly and steady taking in your warm embrace. Going in out into your melty cunt, preparing for his aching dick itching to enter you. Releasing his fingers a smooth ‘pop!’ sound pronouncing itself. Effortlessly he pulls on a condom, gears it straight towards your hole. Gradually, he inserts himself into you returning into that warm enclosure.

“Mmph” your eyes roll back at the fulfilling sensation of his cock into you, pulsing your cunt begging for more. You arch your back a little bit yearning for his whole dick.

“You're such a greedy bitch, arching your back like a greedy little slut. You want me so bad don't you?”

“Mhm” you mutter

“Nuh-uh use your words lil mama or else I won't be able to help you”

“I want it! Pleaseee”

“Good girl” law says in a rewarding tone then grabs your hips violently thrusting into you relentlessly showing no signs of slowing down. You reach the ends of the chair, trying to keep yourself supported from his endless stamina. “Im gonna fuck you so good, your pussy wont forget my dick.”Law grunts as he hits your g-spot repeatedly, it sends you over the edge, drooling spilling from your mouth, eyes rolled back beyond, brain turned to mush. You can't even speak, being an incoherent mess. 

“L-law, i-m gonna c-cumm” you mumble out disorderly a trail of spit spilling onto the chair.

“C'mon bitch, come on me like the dirty slut that you are” Law muttered. “Agh” ,without a second to waste your orgasm comes flowing through your body. You shudder at the sensation of it crashing down. Panting hard, Law continues until he himself releases into the condom.

You wake up with your whole body in shambles, ‘what the fuckkk’ you mutter to yourself. Trying to lift yourself up you feel a great surge of pain in your back. You look around the unfamiliar scenery to realize you're not in your bed, or not even Peronas?!?!? Panning your eyes down to the chair that you were sleeping in, the memories come back to you like a flood. “What the fuckkk” you say even louder, understanding the severity of the situation. Law enters the room with a towel. You stare at him in disbelief, you cannot believe what you have done.

“Don't worry about your friend, I sent her home already” Law winks

You raise your arm towards your forehead, hiding in shame of what you have done. You can hear Law chuckling in the background and you just wanna drown yourself.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Michael Moore's Substack:

Right now, if you know how to really read the polls, or if you have access to the various private and internal polling being conducted by and shared only amongst the elites, Wall Street, and Members of Congress, then you already know that this election was over weeks ago. Trump simply refused to believe that “Sleepy Joe” was no longer his opponent and that there was instead “some woman” claiming she was “Black” who was now going to pummel him on Election Day. He soon became unhinged, ranted for hours about Hannibal Lecter, Haitians cannibalizing your pets, and a nonstop drone of oral diarrhea spewing misogyny, racism and essentially claiming that if he loses “it will be the Jews’ fault.” 

The vast majority of the country, the normal people, have seen enough and want the clown car to disappear into the MAGA vortex somewhere between reality and Orlando. The swift and explosive momentum for Kamala Harris is unlike anything that’s been seen in decades. Which is why maybe at this point in my rant I just need to say out loud that which is being said to me in private by people I respect — and not just in whispers, but in excited tones of exuberance: That a new era is being born, one where caucasian is just one of the options but no longer the bossy pants of the world. Where it’s OK if you’re missing the lower right quadrant of the second X chromosome thus making it a “y” which means you’re never going to have your own fallopian tubes so just deal with it and keep your hands off the gender who has them. Simple.  An aggregate of top polls as of today shows that Harris will defeat Trump in the Electoral College count by 270 to 268. But I think we need more. We need to ensure that Trump loses in a landslide, with numbers so massive, the likes of which haven’t been seen since the entire country tuned in to watch Geraldo open up Al Capone’s vault. Because that’s the only way to guarantee his permanent removal from the public eye. We should settle for nothing less. 

[...] Since losing the debate to Harris, Trump’s momentum has come to a screeching halt. Even with Vance “winning” the debate on Tuesday night with his “charm,” “civility,” “politeness” and “the“ “Satanic” “laser rays” “shooting” “out” “from” “his” “eyes” “into” “our” “brains,” it did not help change anyone’s mind. Harris continues on her rocket ship, never slowing down and only increasing her popularity each day. Trump’s voting base is now severely depressed and more and more they have that sinking feeling as they realize there is no way now for Trump or the Astros to win. BUT… You and I know that there are always ways for him to win. We just don’t know what they are because we don’t have “666” inscribed on our foreheads in invisible ink. We do know that Trump has a stellar streak of pulling off the impossible — and those who have written him off have more than once lived to see the day where they must eat humble pie. It is never wise to do a victory dance on the two-yard line when Trump is your opponent.  So, each of us must still do our work to get out the vote and, most importantly, make sure Harris has a Democratic House and Senate elected next month to pass her/our legislation next year.

Michael Moore has some astute analysis on who is favored in the 2024 Presidential Elections. Moore is predicting a Kamala Harris victory.

He predicted Biden to win 2020 and Trump to win in 2016.

[cavalierious-whim]

Softened (Haikavetham)

Alhaitham comes home from a late night at work to find Kaveh cooking.

'And They Were Roomates'

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The entire being the Acting Grand Sage thing was supposed to be, as its title implies, temporary.

Alhaitham pulls a hand down his face, letting out a defeated groan. Piles upon piles of paperwork. Endless files and folios line his desk in haphazard stacks. Old graphite that's been sharpened to nubs, fulled quills and ink-stained parchment—

"I've picked up his worst habits, it seems," he muses, thinking of Kaveh's mess of a drafting table back home—which is, in his husband's words, organized enough.

Alhaitham blinks and lets that thought stew a bit, the husband part. Marriage for tax benefits might've been a flimsy excuse to finally give into what he's wanted for ages, but as it turns out, that sort of bond isn't the easiest to pattern out.

Honeymooning was bliss. Kaveh is��well, he's Kaveh, but in a muted and affectionate sort of way. Alhaitham had underestimated how much he'd miss him on a normal day, let alone one bogged down with work until late into the night.

Alhaitham's gaze shifts to the clock that tick ticks on the wall. It's nearly midnight. He rubs his face again. "This can wait," he mutters.

The paperwork, he means—which no, it really can't.

At the same time…what's an extra morning? He's been pulling an inhuman amount of hours and, frankly, the Akademiya owes him one. What was meant to be a short stint is veering close to a tenured position; at this point Alhaitham's been slogging through reports for years now.

"Tomorrow, then," he says, closing up the current folio in front of him. "The—" He sniffs as he reads. "—monthly budget reports for the agricultural programs won't dissolve overnight."

He hopes, at least. Sumeru's seen worse, but that's a problem for tomorrow, thinks Alhaiham as he stands and shoulders his bag.

#

The smell of something…mildly burning fills the air the moment Alhaitham steps into his home.

He hears Kaveh curse from the kitchen, a soft utterance that comes as a shock. It's well after midnight now, and Alhaitham expected him to be tucked away in their bed.

Instead, he finds Kaveh flitting about the kitchen in a sauce-stained apron, beating away a soft pile of smoke with a pot holder. It makes for an amusing sight. Alhaitham watches, leaning against the doorway, as Kaveh yanks a pot from the active burner, hissing a curse again.

"You know," drawls Alhaitham, "you can just turn the flame lower."

Kaveh shoots him a rude gesture in lieu of meeting his gaze. "The recipe wasn't very clear. What exactly is medium-high heat? Wouldn't it be one or the other? It isn't entirely ruined, at least. Seems edible enough." A pause as he leans over the stove to peer into the pan. "I think so. It doesn't look so terrible."

Alhaitham crosses the room and takes pity on Kaveh, draping himself against Kaveh's back. "Husband," he teases, mouth next to his ear, "what's the occasion?"

Because while it isn't strange for Kaveh to be awake this late, it is so for it to be a reason unrelated to work. And cooking? Kaveh doesn't cook. Kaveh doesn't even reheat things already cooked by another. He only boils water for coffee and the occasional tea, and even that has gone not-so swimmingly from time to time.

Kaveh scoffs. "Must there be one?"

"With you? Most likely."

"Well, there isn't." Only Kaveh could have a tone that is both sharp and acerbic, as well as affectionate. After a moment, he continues with, "I just thought it might be nice to greet you with dinner. You've been working a lot and coming home late, and I know that it's…it's draining to come home and just do…more. But I'm here and I'm your husband. I had time, so I found your grandmother's old cook book and…" Kaveh gestures vaguely to the pan.

Oh.

Warmth swells in Alhaitham's chest. They're still getting used to this sort of intimacy and it doesn't come easily for them. It was easier when they never thought about it, when they ignored it—the little things came naturally to them. But this, there's a learning curve.

"Kaveh," says Alhaitham, pressing his nose against Kaveh's nape. His hands find Kaveh's waist, and he guides him to turn around. "How sweet of you."

"Why do you sound annoyed?"

"I'm not—"

"You—"

"I'm tired, Kaveh, but not annoyed. Never annoyed, not with you."

Kaveh's expression is a half-turned tilt of his lips. "You're always annoyed with me. Annoyance is your constant state of being."

Perhaps. Still, this was sweet. This small act of service makes Alhaitham's breath hitch, and his chest too-warm, and it just reminds him of how much he loves Kaveh.

Alhaitham leans forward, bracketing Kaveh against the edge of the counter. His forehead falls to Kaveh's shoulder, and he just rests there, soaking up the feel of him. He is not usually so emotional. Something so small and normal shouldn't affect him so, but oh, Alhaitham feels like he's going to combust.

"Thank you," he murmurs, his lips brushing the curve of Kaveh's neck, and the soft skin there.

"I'd wait until you taste it," replies Kaveh, raising a hand to comb through Alhaitham's hair. "You know that I'm no cook. I can barely make coffee."

"Doesn't matter. I'll eat it."

"That doesn't imply enjoying it—wait, what're you—"

Alhaitham nips at Kaveh's neck, an affectionate but biting dig of his teeth. It's easier to hide that he's softened so much to the point of being sappy this way. But Kaveh knows—he must by the way that he sighs and tugs at Alhaitham's hair. And even Alhaitham isn’t immune; the pressure of his mouth wanes into a kiss that lingers.

"Come on, you fool. It'll be worse if it gets cold."

The reality is: Kaveh isn't a great cook.

The best part is: Kaveh isn't a terrible one either.

Alhaitham smiles around a mouthful of the surprisingly serviceable curry, that warmth in his chest pleasant as it settles.

[itsthewritergal]

Anything - F.W. x reader

This is just a little something a wrote tonight because I was feeling a bit down

Lots of love xx 

Fred and Y/N hated each other, nobody knew why, not even themselves. But they hated each other, ever since first year they’d comment on each other and share jibes against the others. Fred was always surrounded by friends who’d laugh at his comments, Y/N was rarely ever with anyone other than her two friends Katie and Julia.

Fred wouldn’t admit to anyone just how much he loved his moments with Y/N, it made him feel like he was being seen for what he really was, and not just some prankster.

Y/N sat at the back of the Transfiguration classroom, it was the one class she got good grades in, Fred was a few seats away and couldn’t take his eyes off of her, she was more slumped over than usual and she twirled her quill in her fingers; she didn’t flinch like she usually did when the ink would spill on her fingers. her friends hadn’t seemed to notice, the way her eyes glassed over.

“You noticed Y/N lately?” He turned asking his twin who looked at him confused

“No why?” George said looking over to Y/N not noticing anything different about her

“You don’t think she looks different?” Fred asked

George leaned over his desk to look at Y/N,

“Take a picture Weasley it’ll last longer” She said, snapping herself out of the trance and glaring at the twins

She waited for a minute for Fred to reply with something snarky or sarcastic, but it never came. Instead was a genuine tone

“You okay?” He asked, Y/N rolled her eyes and dropped her head back to her work.

George turned back to Fred with a confused look on his face

“What’s going on with you?” George asked

“Nothing” Fred said drawing his eyes away from Y/N.

Fred couldn’t keep Y/N off of his mind, it seemed she had found a way to worm herself into his mind. More so than before, at lunch he kept a close eye on how much she ate, who she spoke to, how she spoke to them, how she looked. He felt like a stalker, but he knew something was wrong. Y/N and left the hall with a wave to her friends, Fred quickly told George he’d left something in his dorm before running off after her.

There wasn’t any sign of Y/N, no shuffle of footsteps, no robe that fell of her shoulder from it being her sister’s hand-me-down, no pile of books sitting next to her. Nothing. It was as if she’d disappeared.

Fred went back to the Great Hall defeated.

“You get your books?” George asked once noticing his empty hands

“Couldn’t find them” he lied easily, his eyes scanning across Y/N’s normal seat to find nothing but an empty seat.

“C’mon we’re going to be late” Alicia said pulling Fred and George away from the table.

Fred had a bad feeling in his stomach, Y/N wasn’t in his afternoon classes, but her friends were. He’d passed off a group project with George to work with them instead

“Hi” He grinned sliding into a seat on their table

“Can I help?” Julia asked

“I wanted to ask you about Y/N” Fred started

“Get off our table” Katie snapped

“I’m worried” he started

“About what?” Julia asked

“Y/N” He said as though it were the simplest thing in the world

“Why?” She said

“She’s not herself” Fred said confused as to why her friends hadn’t noticed

“She’s been acting alright with us” Julia said a look of concern spreading over her face

“She’s  distracted and hunches over in all her classes, she hasn’t been to a quidditch match this month, she’s barely stepped foot in the library. Why don’t you notice any of this?” Fred snapped banging his hand on the table out of frustration

“She’s our friend not yours. She’s fine” Julia snapped turning away from Fred

Fred felt the anger build up, slamming his hands down on the table he pushed himself up and stormed out the classroom. He heard his professor calling after him but he didn’t care. He had to find Y/N.

“What was that little performance earlier?” George asked as he walked next to Fred towards the common room after dinner

“When?” Fred asked, distracted after not seeing Y/N at dinner

“In class, you storming out” George said

“You’re going to think I’m mad” Fred started

“I already do, so you might as well tell me” George said

“Something’s wrong with Y/N” Fred said

“Y/N that you hate?”

“I don’t hate her, or I don’t think I do. I like our little comments makes me feel like she cares” Fred admitted “But that’s not the point, something is happening with her and I don’t like it” “What do you mean something is happening?” “she’s not herself, she’s not doing anything she usually does and nobody but me is noticing” Fred said “Freddie, you’re not her friend this isn’t your responsibility” George said

“But surely it is my responsibility if I’m the only one who knows something is wrong” He sighed

Before George could reply, both Kaite and Julia rushed past them looking in each classroom.

“What’s going on?” Fred asked them, Katie turned to him with tears rolling down her face

“I don’t know, something’s wrong with Y/N” She said

“Nobody’s seem her all afternoon, I think something bad’s happened” Julia said,

Without another word Fred ran up to his dorm, skipping as many steps as he could on the staircases, and throwing every door open as wide as it went not caring about the looks he got, once he was up at his dorm room he grabbed the map from his bedside cabinet

His eyes scanned quickly over the floor plan of Hogwarts he had gotten so used to. He spotted her name finally, on the astronomy tower. His heart leapt up to his throat before he took off faster than he knew he could run.

The air was cold as he climbed the steps, a chill brushed past his shoulders making the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He slowed his breathing as he reached the top. Y/N stood with her back to Fred, looking out over the forest below the tower. The wind rustled her hair brushing it all to one side, her robes wrapped gently around herself.

“What are you doing all the way up here?” Fred asked with a gentle tone

“Just wanted to watch the stars” She hummed quietly, her breath was slow, steady yet a little strained, as though she had just finished crying

“Fancy some company?” Fred said

“I’m ok” She said pulling her robe closer to her body once more. Fred took a small step closer to her, he knew she wasn’t herself but he didn’t know what to do when she acted so okay. So he stood next to her, his eyes settling on the stars just as hers did.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it” Y/N whispered, Fred hesitated on replying he had a feeling she wasn’t talking to him “I read a book that said that when you see a shooting star it’s a soul going off to heaven, makes shooting stars less exciting” She said with a tight smile

“Y/N” Fred turned to her, noticing the tears falling from her eyes “Are you okay?” He asked. She didn’t reply, instead she turned to face the inside of the astronomy tower and leant her back on the railing. Fred did the same.

“Makes me feel like I’m flying when I’m up here” She hummed “You know I haven’t ever flown a broom since first year” She chuckled

“I’ll have to take you on your next flight” Fred said his eyes never once leaving her glistening eyes

“Why are you here Fred?” She said her voice turning colder “I’m worried about you” He said, Y/N took a few steps away from Fred, shaking her head

“No you’re not, you don’t know me” She said

“Y/N” Fred said unsure what else to say “Go” She said coldly, every bone in Fred’s body told him to stay, but when she repeated the command once more he nodded slowly and did as he was told.

Katie and Julia stood at the bottom of the astronomy tower with George holding the map.

“Is she okay?” Julia hurriedly said

“She’s stargazing” Fred said “She’d probably like the company”

Y/N sat in library, Katie had dragged her along to help her study. Julia and Katie hadn’t noticed anything wrong with Y/N, they put it down to Fred planning some prank and then backing out. Y/N was normal apart from the comments at Fred had all stopped, she barely even spared him a look. Fred had noticed too, but it wasn’t just the lack of comments, it was the missing happiness behind her eyes, it was the missing smiles she’d send his way after she’d taunted him. Fred slipped into the seat next to Y/N at the library, he said something about Julia looking for Katie which made her leave the two alone.

“What do you want?” Y/N asked him

“Talk to me, please” Fred begged “I know you’re not okay”

“Fred I’m fine” Y/N said, Fred knew she was lying

“Please” He begged again, she closed her eyes tightly and let out a sigh “okay, you don’t want to talk that’s fine. But come on a flight with me” He said

“What?” “Just around the grounds, you can’t tell me you’ve never wanted to feel the wind in your hair” He said ruffling her hair gently, “come with me” He said standing up and holding his hand out. Without a second thought Y/N took it gently.

They stood in the courtyard with Fred’s broomstick in his hand,

“Ready?” He asked grinning at her

“I don’t know” She hesitated “It’s up to you, you don’t have to if you don’t want to” Fred said

“No” She shook her head “I want to” She sent him a scared smile

“Ok” Fred said a grin snaking over his face “Hold on tight to me” He instructed, Y/N loosely placed her hands on his broad shoulders, Fred took her hands gently and wrapped them around his waist instead.

Y/N felt her breath hitch as they took off, she scrunched her eyes tight into his shoulder astray began flying across the trees of the forest, slowly opening her eyes as let out a laugh, her arms still wrapped around Fred’s middle tightly

“Told you there’s no feeling like it” He grinned

“You were right” She smiled slowly letting one hand drift away from his waist, letting her fingers dip themselves into the clouds. She inhaled deeply, the air filled her lungs with a sharp coldness.

Fred set them down safely on the ground in the middle of the quidditch pitch

“Thank you” She said as she climbed off, her hands lingering a little longer on his waist

“Please talk to me” Fred said gently brushing a piece of hair out her face

“I don’t know what to say” She hummed

“Anything”

“I don’t know what’s wrong Fred” She said the tears bubbling up to the surface “I don’t know who I am, I just feel so alone right now”

“I’m here” He said wrapping his arms tightly around her “I’m right here” he whispered into her hair

“I’m sorry” “Don’t be sorry, I’ll always be here for you”

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the witcher 3: wild hunt starters

including quotes from the dlcs hearts of stone & blood and wine

❝  you were always an unruly child. i adored that about you.  ❞ ❝  mmm. yes. of course. the excuse you resort to when you’d rather not talk about something.  ❞ ❝  how many have you killed? how many more might you still?  ❞ ❝  you know who i am. and why i’m here.  ❞ ❝  you're a madman and always have been. a cruel, cold-blooded killer.  ❞ ❝  a man should frame his wishes carefully. it forestalls disappointment.  ❞ ❝  no argument. you knew what you were signing up for.  ❞ ❝  maybe once, in a different time...i’d have helped.  ❞ ❝  don’t train alone, it only embeds your errors.  ❞ ❝  wanna get drunk off my ass. and it’s gotta be on cheap wine.  ❞ ❝  you’re a heartless bastard.  ❞ ❝  try to trick me anyway, anyhow, you won’t go anywhere, you know that. ‘cause i’ll take your head off right where it meets your neck.  ❞ ❝  sorry. i don’t want to talk about it. not now, at least.  ❞ ❝  we are more like a family.   we support each other and help each other survive tough moments.  ❞ ❝  so how’s it feel to be the village witch?  ❞ ❝  realize, please, that you were made for great things.  ❞ ❝  folks say a curse has fallen on that place, a dark power brought down by the bestiality of the murders it beheld.  ❞ ❝  so, now you’ve threatened me and all...are you in or are you not?  ❞ ❝  i know it must sound foolish, but in the dream - well, it was all too real...  ❞ ❝  we may not survive this. in fact, our chances are slim.  ❞ ❝  it’s always been about you. only you.  ❞ ❝  i remember finding your sense of humor both groan-worthy...and somehow endearing.  ❞ ❝  kings die, realms fall, but magic endures.  ❞ ❝  i detest banquets. vacuous conversation, food portions fit for a mouse, drinks that taste like piss...  ❞ ❝  despite what you’ve heard, i don’t lunge at every monster i see, sword in hand.  ❞ ❝  each day’s more dangerous than the last.  ❞ ❝  it’s folks like you that restore my faith in humankind.  ❞ ❝  my power lies in possessing knowledge, not sharing it.  ❞ ❝  the rotten smell brings back childhood memories.  ❞ ❝  awfully noble of you, showing so much concern for the needy.  ❞ ❝  no need to thank me. always glad to save your ass. you’re welcome.  ❞ ❝  i may be inhumanely beautiful, but i don’t have super human senses.  ❞ ❝  anyone can be made to talk, even a corpse. one must simply know how.  ❞ ❝  we’ve done the hardest part. only got the pleasant bits now.  ❞ ❝  there are few causes worth saving. even fewer men.  ❞ ❝  don’t treat me like a child.  ❞ ❝  there’s strange men lurking outside the house. watching me.  ❞ ❝  you must be careful what you wish for lest your wish be granted.    for there are consequences.  ❞ ❝  shall i be free of the suffering? the sadness?  ❞ ❝  i wish to gaze into those eyes, eyes the devil would be proud to have.  ❞ ❝  you were born with a great gift. and only you can decide how to use it.  ❞ ❝  any other words of wisdom? or can we go?  ❞ ❝  what i need is an ally. and something tells me i shall find none better than you.  ❞ ❝  i can see no row can occur here without your participation.  ❞ ❝  i and what concerns me have not been a concern of yours for some time now.  ❞ ❝  if you’d not arrived in time, things might have ended considerably worse.  ❞ ❝  if they can bleed, they can die.  ❞ ❝  a man must display some madness from time to time --- it helps him feel alive.  ❞ ❝  i was deeply troubled. you’ve no idea.  ❞ ❝  done that so many times, but...it felt like our first kiss to me.  ❞ ❝  don’t need to play tough on me.  ❞ ❝  i've lost too many mates already. i won’t risk it, i can't.  ❞ ❝  there’s just not enough of us. it’ll be a hard fight.  ❞ ❝  in lonely woods, screams carry long.  ❞ ❝  things used to be simpler.    monsters were bad, humans good.   now, everything’s all confused.  ❞ ❝  as for your missteps --- i don't rightly see why i shouldn't laugh if they're amusing..  ❞ ❝  i’ve no gold to offer you in reward...but i shall be ever so grateful.  ❞ ❝  if you’re scared, turn back. i’m gonna go on.  ❞ ❝  if anything happens, i’ll defend you.  ❞ ❝  once you say "i love you," a kiss has to taste differently.  ❞ ❝  maybe we should sit? you look a bit dazed...  ❞ ❝  drink it off, sleep it off, whatever it takes...just get yourself together and think things        through.  ❞ ❝  i shall join later, if it’s no trouble. i don’t yet feel strong enough to venture out.  ❞ ❝  awake at last. you writhed like a squirrel caught in a snare.  ❞ ❝  again you plan without even asking what i think!  ❞ ❝  come to see how i’m feelin'? thanks, not bad.  ❞ ❝  i remember that day quite well...there was a light drizzle, yet the cold tore right through you.  ❞ ❝  you gotta keep your eyes peeled wide open. someone’s taken an interest in your work.  ❞ ❝  oof...for a minute, i actually thought we were doomed.  ❞ ❝  you shouldn’t worry yourself --- it tarnishes your beauty.  ❞ ❝  i’d even embrace you...were you not covered in blood.  ❞ ❝  guess i could’ve been someone worse...just a shame i had no choice.  ❞ ❝  facts interest me. not fairytales.  ❞ ❝  hm, odd smell. blend of alcohol, blood and monster stench.  ❞ ❝  i’m old and i am wealthy. i may say what i please.  ❞ ❝  now, be so kind and leave me to my thoughts.  ❞ ❝  in your shoes i’d pack it up and go hide somewhere far away.  ❞ ❝  forgive me, but that's the blatherin' of someone who clearly can't snap out of it after a tragic loss.  ❞ ❝  that all you gotta say? i saved your life.  ❞ ❝  i swear on all that is holy: we shall be together forever.  ❞ ❝  think of me as part of the decor.  ❞ ❝  anyone who’s bold enough to fight is already a hero.  ❞ ❝  if this is a trap of some sort...  ❞ ❝  you can count on me, you know? always.  ❞ ❝  you don’t know how much it means...to have someone you can rely on in this fucking city.  ❞ ❝  i know you. you have no heart.  ❞ ❝  no room for friendship in this business.  ❞ ❝  evil is evil. lesser, greater, middling, makes no difference. the degree is arbitrary, the definitions blurred.  ❞ ❝  hands off, or i'll cut them off.  ❞ ❝  i’ll need to clear my head first. after those deranged dreams, i feel it’s full of cobwebs.  ❞ ❝  on your way? or will you stay longer? it’s far safer with you around...  ❞ ❝  really sad story, but something’s not right. got a feeling you’re not telling me everything.  ❞ ❝  gotta admit, there’s something about you. you’re...different.  ❞ ❝  with each arrow i shoot, i think of my dad. he’d be proud, i think.  ❞ ❝  i merely know when to indulge my pride, and when to swallow it.  ❞ ❝  you were born to greatness.  ❞ ❝  these’re dark, grim times. no room for knights pure of heart or happily-ever-afters.  ❞ ❝  a life without liquor’s like loving without licking.  ❞ ❝  my certainty i walk the right path grows strong as iron, firm as steel.  ❞ ❝  few make me feel awkward, but in your presence, i feel anxiety, discomfort.  ❞ ❝  some men have got good reason to fear their own shadows.  ❞ ❝  some men cannot admit defeat. some keep fighting from beyond the grave.  ❞ ❝  stare into their eyes, feast on their terror. then go in for the kill.  ❞ ❝  forget not that you are a person right and honorable, devoted to doing good.  ❞ ❝  ash shall fertilize the soil. by spring, the valley shall bloom once more.  ❞ ❝  there’s lots of wraiths here. i hear them whispering every night.  ❞ ❝  no one has the courage to face this threat! yet we must kill them, or sooner or later we will all die.  ❞ ❝  you are a step away from losing your head. speak the truth and you might yet keep it.  ❞ ❝  you carry within you the weight of a terrible tragedy. you are a good person, but lost. which is why you come across as grim.  ❞ ❝  if i understand you correctly, you would rather help a monster than kill it?  ❞ ❝  discouraged after a mere eight attempts?  ❞ ❝  easier to pat someone on the back and hope things will work out than it is to face the truth.  ❞ ❝  know that they can’t teach an old dog new tricks?  ❞ ❝  my, you’ve grown beautiful.  ❞ ❝  my swords a promise --- if i reach for it, heads will roll.  ❞ ❝  one condition: no one dies. that clear?  ❞ ❝  patience happens to be my weakness. so dispense with the dramatic pauses and talk.  ❞ ❝  you proved today you can take care of yourself.  ❞ ❝  you under the delusion you’ll complete your tasks, live happily ever after?  ❞ ❝  i will not sit and twiddle my thumbs. i'm sick of waiting, sick of hiding!  ❞ ❝  glad you know who i am. haven’t introduced yourself, though.  ❞ ❝  i’ve seen a great deal --- cruelty, cynicism, greed.  ❞ ❝  you tempt fate, because at heart you are unhappy.  ❞ ❝  we had our chance, but...let it go.  ❞ ❝  come now, you didn’t expect it to be that easy, did you?  ❞ ❝  promise me one thing --- you’ll stop risking your life for others.  ❞ ❝  instead of dwelling on the future, i’d rather live in the moment.  ❞ ❝  i adore love stories. especially the ones that end happily ever after.  ❞ ❝  we are drops of rain that together make a ferocious storm.  ❞ ❝  the path to freedom is paved in blood, not ink.  ❞ ❝  we’ll get our happy ending. one day.  ❞ ❝  i’ll never forget what you did for me...and what we had together.  ❞ ❝  don’t meddle in other people’s lives.  ❞ ❝  i don’t get attached to places. just people.  ❞ ❝  it’s dangerous, there are risks involved. understand that, don’t you?  ❞ ❝  and here i hoped someone would finally take pity on me.  ❞ ❝  seen a lot of dead in my time, but that must’ve been hard.  ❞ ❝  air is strange...like dropping into a deep cellar on a hot day...  ❞ ❝  wouldn’t carry a sword if i didn’t know how to use it.  ❞ ❝  take it you didn't summon me to reminisce about the good old days, so...  ❞ ❝  i was attacked --- had to defend myself.  ❞ ❝  guards have never stopped me, you know that.  ❞ ❝  treating the ill and wounded...it’s my calling.  ❞ ❝  you think it’s enchanted?  ❞ ❝  there are times when a woman should simply not explain her decision.  ❞ ❝  won’t find too many comforts, but try to feel at home.  ❞ ❝  i was looking for you...sometimes i thought you were just a step away. other times, i felt like i was going around in circles.  ❞ ❝  i’ll remember you. always with a smile.  ❞ ❝  i’d rather you not make anymore trouble --- for yourself, or us both.  ❞ ❝  got the stench of corpes on you.  ❞ ❝  you stood to gain --- that is why you saved me.  ❞ ❝  sages invariably have hidden agendas. altruism is simply not part of their constitution.  ❞ ❝  the gods have abandoned us. the mighty of this earth care not for our fate.  ❞ ❝  is that admiration i hear in your voice?  ❞ ❝  i started off heading in the opposite direction, but then turned around.  ❞ ❝  i’m fed up. i won’t have others deciding for me behind my back.  ❞ ❝  where’d you get this idea? what’s gotten into you?  ❞ ❝  i don't expect you to commit now. think it over, what you've heard, what you feel.  ❞ ❝  head torn clear off...takes incredible strength.  ❞ ❝  desperate fathers have been known to do a lot to find their daughters.  ❞ ❝  you cannot kill me. you know this...  ❞ ❝  "i give you my heart”? what kind of spell is that?  ❞ ❝  i’d go anywhere with you.  ❞ ❝  why? because i am a woman? in a frock, rather than plate? i can take care of myself, i assure you.  ❞ ❝  everything we discussed here, hope you’ll keep it to yourself. counting on it, in fact.  ❞ ❝  trusted you once. won’t make that mistake again.  ❞ ❝  shut up. i’ve heard enough of your bullshit. draw your weapon, let’s get this over with.  ❞ ❝  exaggerating for effect, right?  ❞ ❝  well, well...when cornered, you can bite.  ❞ ❝  you cannot win...even if you kill me.  ❞ ❝  you know i’m good at accomplishing the impossible.  ❞ ❝  it’s nothing, really. you’d have done the same for me.  ❞ ❝  you are not ready. you do not control your powers.  ❞ ❝  you’re a tool in their hands, even if you don’t see it.  ❞ ❝  i’d do anything for you, i would. you know that well.  ❞ ❝  this is a land where the fantastic is normal, and the impossible occurs daily...  ❞ ❝  know when a legend becomes a prophecy? when it gain believers.  ❞ ❝  i thought you’d become a stranger to me. that i’d look at you and not feel a thing. but it’s not like that at all. nothing’s changed.  ❞ ❝  to be honest, i just wanted to go on a walk with you.  ❞ ❝  what i really want is to be with you, to...to be together and...  ❞ ❝  this is not the kind of offer one refuses.  ❞ ❝  despair devours you like maggots devour a corpse.  ❞ ❝  before long every soul will kneel before you.  ❞ ❝  i run into dilemmas all the time. situations where it's hard to judge, hard to know what's right, make a decision. this is not one of them. you disgust me. and deserve to die.  ❞ ❝  you know me. i’m rare to praise, but when i do, it’s sincere.  ❞ ❝  i'm not a thug for hire.  ❞ ❝  i like being on adventures, sleeping under the stars, waking up with dew on my face.  ❞ ❝  the dream's within reach now. i’m not about to let it go.  ❞ ❝  unlike you, killing gives me no pleasure.  ❞ ❝  can't speak for the world you inhabit, but in mine, nothing is ever black and white.  ❞ ❝  you cannot possibly imagine how much i detest this place.  ❞ ❝  stones you’ve got. but i didn’t think you’d have the stomach for a massacre.  ❞ ❝  the dead man --- looked like a monster attacked him recently.  ❞ ❝  finish all your business before you die. bid loved ones farewell. write your will. apologize to those you’ve wronged. otherwise, you’ll never truly leave this world.  ❞ ❝  i've had nothing but nightmares lately. pretty horrible.  ❞ ❝  i was wandering through the forest, breathing deep the air, and then i heard a strange sound, unsettling.  ❞ ❝  had a few nice dreams. for example, in one we sat around a fire, drinking good wine, and all around people danced and laughed.  ❞ ❝  they’re all dead! mountains of corpses. yet here i stand alone. all alone.  ❞ ❝  this isn’t a game. men have died.  ❞ ❝  if you wanna listen, listen, if not --- i'd rather you spared me your wit and throw me out now.  ❞ ❝  you fed me, cared for me, had my wounds looked after. we're even now.  ❞ ❝  you’ll return, you shall. our fates are bound.  ❞ ❝  i’ve nothing left. not a fucking thing.  ❞ ❝  i don’t question your abilities. i simply don’t trust you.  ❞ ❝  what foolish things men sometimes do.  ❞ ❝  dare harm me, and against you will rise all the powers of nature.  ❞ ❝  did you destroy the evil powers? have you brought peace to my domain?  ❞ ❝  well, perhaps i shall tell you about it one day. one day, but not today..  ❞ ❝  times like these, you never know what tomorrow will bring.  ❞ ❝  you worry too much. what will be, will be.  ❞ ❝  have you gone completely mad? we must leave here at once!  ❞ ❝  time eats away at memories, distorts them. sometimes we only remember the good... sometimes only the bad.  ❞ ❝  you don’t need magic to strip men of their humanity. i’ve seen plenty of examples.  ❞ ❝  if i’m to choose between one evil and another, i’d rather not choose at all.  ❞ ❝  see what i’ve got on my back? wolves fear it. kings do, too.  ❞ ❝  i missed those awkward compliments of yours.  ❞ ❝  sometimes i think it’s all too lovely to be true…that something’s bound to happen, another war or some other horror.  ❞ ❝  took you a while. did you run into trouble?  ❞ ❝  i just travel a lot. and i don't always happen upon such good and civil company.  ❞ ❝  what can you know about saving the world, silly?  ❞ ❝  done my share of fighting. wouldn't carry a sword if i didn't know to use it.  ❞ ❝  all right, perhaps i wasn’t completely honest.  ❞ ❝  ever thought this day would come? me and you...peace and quiet...bees buzzing, birds chirping.  ❞ ❝  i detect a shadow of impatience in your face.  ❞ ❝  took me a long time to find you. wasn't an easy road to travel.  ❞ ❝  wipe that frown off your face, or i might think you don’t like me anymore.  ❞ ❝  always believed attack was the best defense.  ❞ ❝  once it’s all over, if we survive ... i wish to leave, go far away.   and i’d like you to come with me.  ❞ ❝  naturally, you suspect me of the worst. i don’t deserve that.  ❞ ❝  we can fight another time, in another place, where the walls have no ears.  ❞ ❝  once i was free...i shall be free once more.  ❞ ❝  believe me...a tavern, mulled wine, our boots drying by the fire --- i’d like nothing better.  ❞ ❝  prove it. kiss me.  ❞ ❝  the prophecies do not lie...you cannot survive this struggle.  ❞ ❝  i know you better than you think.  ❞ ❝  you know me. nothing i like more than breaking rules.  ❞ ❝  what’s happened? it’s so quiet, all of a sudden.  ❞ ❝  thank you, for coming with me.  ❞ ❝  i cannot do everything for you. use your head.  ❞ ❝  i'm angry and tired. had to kill a lot of people along the way.  ❞ ❝  we’ve come a long way, and i’d be damned if we’ve come to fail.  ❞ ❝  i sense your pain. i see your fear.  ❞ ❝  how’s this for an answer: kiss my ass.  ❞ ❝  how many have you already killed? how many more might you still?  ❞ ❝  i'm quite alive and extraordinarily well. better than i've ever been in this rotten life of mine.  ❞ ❝  i like it when you smile. come here. everything will be all right.  ❞ ❝  ugh. don’t fall in love with me.  ❞ ❝  i don’t like you. in fact, i feel like slapping you.  ❞ ❝  i'm too old to play the blushing bride...unless you ask nicely.  ❞ ❝  that bit of my life --- forgotten it already.  ❞ ❝  the world doesn’t need a hero. it needs a professional.  ❞ ❝  next time you wonder why i’m so bitter...well, there's your answer.  ❞ ❝  nothing wrong with having a drink in good company.  ❞ ❝  i want you behind those rocks. and keep your mouth shut.  ❞ ❝  nice of you to worry...but i've made my decision, and i won't change it.  ❞ ❝  this is my story, not yours. you must let me finish telling it.  ❞ ❝  after all that toil, i believe we deserve a bit of a rest.  ❞ ❝  i was afraid you were dead.  ❞ ❝  we’ve all some stain on our conscience.  ❞ ❝  leaving the castle walls means certain death.  ❞ ❝  right good jest. had us a laugh. now fuck off.  ❞ ❝  i’ve heard about you. you bring trouble, or thus far have, always.  ❞ ❝  ah, you’ve struck a raw nerve.    memories of a time long past to which i’d rather not return now.  ❞ ❝  we meet again. and it seems you need my help. again.  ❞ ❝  got a relative i can talk to? someone - how do i say this - a smidgen less irritating?  ❞ ❝  miss the target, you owe me fifty push-ups. hit it, you owe me twenty.  ❞ ❝  oh. serious talk coming.  ❞ ❝  i feel like one more lie'd be the last bitter drop in a chalice full of sorrow.  ❞ ❝  romantic? thought we came here as friends.  ❞ ❝  you’re hiding something. and that’s one thing i can’t stand.  ❞ ❝  tell me, how do you do it? always manage to pull yourself together, focus, no matter what’s happening?  ❞ ❝  i go wherever i please, whenever i please.  ❞ ❝  uh oh. i know that look.  ❞ ❝  sounds tempting. so tempting i don’t think i can refuse.  ❞ ❝  so, what do you say to a moonlight ride on horseback...and dinner?  ❞ ❝  perhaps...perhaps you’d stay just a bit longer?  ❞ ❝  how are you feeling? sleep well?  ❞ ❝  such a gloomy subject to broach...  simply shouldn’t have.  ❞

❝  such a gloomy subject to broach...i simply shouldn’t have --- not during our romantic dinner.  ❞ ❝  got it. a bit of blackmail --- just your style.  ❞ ❝  it’s the crack of dawn. where do you wanna go?  ❞ ❝  shut up before you wake someone. last thing we need is a crowd.  ❞ ❝  watch what you say. the trees have ears.  ❞ ❝  no bow at hand, no spear. my sword was all i had.  ❞ ❝  never expected you’d take such an interest in my private life.  ❞ ❝  i’m special. always was the rare beauty.  ❞ ❝  damn. been ages since we last saw each other.  ❞ ❝  some charming orchards nearby. in bloom, even, so you almost can't smell the corpses.  ❞ ❝  you know me. nothing i like more than breaking rules.  ❞ ❝  man spends his whole life learning.  ❞ ❝  if only i was as skilled with my words as i am with my blade.  ❞ ❝  i wished to know what was going on in that head of yours. i thought perhaps i could help.  ❞ ❝  i can tell something’s bothering you.  ❞ ❝  dangerous times. each thinks five times before sticking their neck out.   and i can’t blame them.  ❞ ❝  now i care not in the slightest how you think or feel.  ❞ ❝  i no longer know if i still hate you.  ❞ ❝  i see how you look at me, and i see you wither.  ❞ ❝  one last bit of advice --- find a new tavern. everyone here knows you.  ❞ ❝  you won. no point bothering with ‘what ifs’.  ❞ ❝  it’s time i took fate into my own hands. lived life anew...and truly, this time.  ❞ ❝  ahh, 'cause you thought you'd killed me that time. surprise, sur-fucking-prise.  ❞ ❝  who...who’s that? gods, i’m hallucinating.  ❞ ❝  it’s no exaggeration to say i’ve never met a warrior like you in my life. you’re lithe as an eel and strong as a bear.  ❞ ❝  i’ve a heart again, yet all it feels is grief, sadness and defeat. my life is a ruin.  ❞ ❝  sought only to protect myself. in doing so, i put you in harm’s way. forgive me.  ❞ ❝  there’s a charming grove nearby where ��kisses  taste  sweeter than anywhere else in the world.  ❞ ❝  you’ve handled tougher situations. you’ll figure this one out.  ❞ ❝  who you are and why you’ve come matter little. for you’ll not leave this place alive.  ❞ ❝  i’m not panicking. just trying to be realistic.  ❞ ❝  hahahahaha...i can’t believe you fell for that!  ❞ ❝  i was actually going to recite an anthem praising your glory, but if you’re not in the mood...  ❞ ❝  lying didn’t always come so easily to you.  ❞ ❝  everyone wants to rule. i can do that better than any monarch.  ❞ ❝  tell me what you want already, and make it quick.  ❞ ❝  what a mess we made of it all...if i’d only known then how it would end...  ❞ ❝  seems a faded dream now, but there were a time where i was happy.  ❞ ❝  why’d you leave me? you claimed you loved me.  ❞ ❝  never liked boats. not one bit.  ❞ ❝  you must be mad. i’ve no intention to make things easier for you.  ❞ ❝  i don’t wish to look at your face any longer than i must.  ❞ ❝  please, no. i can’t stand spells.  ❞ ❝  we agreed not to keep any secrets from one another. we promised.  ❞ ❝  that i like! a man who boldly dares, damn the risks!  ❞ ❝  i thought you bowed before no man.  ❞ ❝  smile a bit wider. ...you were meant to smile, not bare your teeth.  ❞ ❝  is that blood? have you hurt yourself?  ❞ ❝  no reason to trouble the guards. i’ll go willingly.  ❞ ❝  look at me. promise you’ll stay out of it.  ❞ ❝  the minute we’re in trouble, you make me responsible for getting us out.  ❞ ❝  they say they don’t fear the wrath of the gods. and you, do you fear it?  ❞ ❝  i’ll let that pass. i know grief eats at your heart.  ❞ ❝  we all lie sometimes. but lying to yourself is running away, whereas there’s really nowhere to run.  ❞ ❝  don’t need your sympathy, just your help.  ❞ ❝  your loss -- it must hurt, bad. but there wasn't anything we could do.  ❞ ❝  i wish to leave, go far away. and i’d like you to come with me.  ❞ ❝  i trust you have an explanation for this. a very good one.  ❞ ❝  lot of bitterness in you.  ❞ ❝  i assure you, you’re excellent at covering your tracks --- though not terribly subtle. but i’m even better at uncovering them.  ❞ ❝  glad to see you happy...but i don’t think what we did was right.  ❞ ❝  i look at you, and...and feel like i am exactly where i am supposed to be. at long last.  ❞ ❝  i’m no coward. i'll not run this time.  ❞ ❝  yes, i know you’ve trained with swords. but you’re still shit with them.  ❞ ❝  how many innocents have you cut down?  ❞ ❝  problem is, you’re not ordinary. you were born to greatness.  ❞ ❝  not too late to surrender.  ❞ ❝  men turn honest when they feel a blade at their throat.  ❞ ❝  i'm not gonna drink. why dull my senses when i’m in such pleasant company?  ❞ ❝  it’s bound to come in handy, and each time it does, you’ll think of me.  ❞ ❝  lie still or you will bleed to death.  ❞ ❝  your life is yours, exclusively. you choose who you are.  ❞ ❝  for a minute there, was almost sure you’d leave me to die.  ❞ ❝  there is never a second opportunity to make a first impression.  ❞ ❝  it’s all because of that secretiveness of yours.  ❞ ❝  plead the gods spare us, for without their favor we shall most certainly perish.  ❞ ❝  i must say -- seen a lot, but nothing like this, never.  ❞ ❝  you don’t look like you can get home on your own. i’ll walk you.  ❞ ❝  all’s in the past, never to be restored.  ❞ ❝  you know full well i never hold a grudge. i forgive you.  ❞ ❝  the good gods sent you to me.  ❞ ❝  and the guilt, the responsibility of all this, lies with me.  ❞ ❝  you’ve only been here five minutes, and you’ve already managed to offend me twice.  ❞ ❝  you will certainly fetch me a higher bounty alive.  ❞ ❝  what's wrong with my beard? always thought it added to my dignity.  ❞ ❝  if i’m to die today, i wish to look smashing for the occasion.  ❞ ❝  i was stupid. stupidity costs a lot.  ❞ ❝  even your humblest requests seem like threats.  ❞ ❝  your motives do not interest me. only results.  ❞ ❝  and you laughed, oh, how sweetly, how brightly you laughed!  ❞ ❝  you don’t know how it is. to see someone you love die. because of you, for you.  ❞ ❝  to have a scapegoat --- that’s the key.  ❞ ❝  no need to fear me.  ❞ ❝  sorry, but -- your life story? just not interested.  ❞ ❝  with you...it was love at first sight.  ❞ ❝  gotta understand. you don’t betray people like me.  ❞ ❝  i struggled long to find a place where i’d feel safe, needed. until i finally arrived here.  ❞ ❝  just don’t faint on me.  ❞ ❝  could never be there for you everyday. but i’m happy to see you always. and today, i’m all yours.  ❞ ❝  what others think...your image...that’s all you care about.  ❞ ❝  in these foul times one must be wary, even of their friends.  ❞ ❝  come on, don’t get angry - it’s not good for you..  ❞ ❝  so, apart from the sword play, you know potions and all that?  ❞ ❝  i actually envy your sense of wonder --- common in children, and morons.  ❞ ❝  a lot of misfortune for a small village.  ❞ ❝  who are you? do you seek to hurt me as well?  ❞ ❝  the hand that feeds can also strike its wayward wards.  ❞ ❝  shh. eat now. we’ll speak once you’ve rested.  ❞ ❝  brother has turned against brother, the land is soaked in blood. evil reigns stronger than ever before.  ❞ ❝  good looking and clever. where’ve you been hiding?  ❞ ❝  doesn’t bother you, having monsters for neighbours?  ❞ ❝  stay here --- no matter what happens.  ❞ ❝  i never told you this, but i’ve always felt it: i love you.  ❞ ❝  listen to me this once -- don't take matters into your own hands.  ❞ ❝  love these moments. the air before a battle -- nothing smells as sweet.  ❞ ❝  they tried to get in through the main gate. i’m afraid they could succeed next time.  ❞ ❝  too many claim you’re evil.  ❞ ❝  why are you so eager to help strangers? sit your ass down or there’ll be misfortune.  ❞ ❝  you'd never have managed without me, would you? come, now, admit it.  ❞ ❝  for those who remain, death should never take precedence over life.  ❞ ❝  thanks for coming. thanks for risking your life for me.  ❞ ❝  don’t force me to speak of it. no more, please.  ❞ ❝  when doubt plagues your mind, follow your instincts. should they steer you wrong and land you in muck, you'll land at peace with yourself. and that's most important.  ❞ ❝   just know that i know you're here. one misstep, one error...you'll make a mistake, it's inevitable...i'll be the first to learn it.  ❞ ❝  i do not know you. i’ve done you no harm.  ❞ ❝  try not to panic...just doesn’t suit you.  ❞ ❝  we’ve come a long way, and i’ll be damned if we’ve come to fail.  ❞ ❝  had i known what would happen here, i'd never have come.  ❞ ❝  i can say i’ve seen it all now.  ❞ ❝  these scars have long yearned for your tender caress.  ❞ ❝  i don’t fall victim to curses. i cast them.  ❞ ❝  come outside. we can hold hands and stare at the sky.  ❞ ❝  we’ll work well together --- i can see that already.  ❞ ❝  from the first moment i set eyes upon you that fateful evening, my heart has only beaten for you.  ❞ ❝  i trust you as much as you trust me --- not at all.  ❞ ❝  you’ve gone all red in the face just for talking about it.  ❞ ❝  wake up. it’s just a dream. wake up!  ❞ ❝  i still don’t believe everything that happened.  ❞ ❝  i never miss twice.  ❞ ❝  bit too old to believe in bedtime stories, aren’t you?  ❞ ❝  you humans have...unusual tastes.  ❞ ❝  didn’t think it worthwhile to tell me, warn me of your plans?  ❞ ❝  i think you will not attack one unarmed.  ❞ ❝  the deeper i get into this, the more i gotta wonder...why’re you even helping me?  ❞ ❝  to live in peace, we first must kill.  ❞ ❝  at times fate muddles our path, and life turns toilsome, hard to bear.  ❞ ❝  i fight for whoever’s paying the best. or whoever’s easier to rob.  ❞ ❝  do not let my beauty distract your aim.  ❞ ❝  i’ve seen what is to come, i know destruction approaches.  ❞ ❝  the war awoke an ancient power. an evil one that feeds on bloodshed.  ❞ ❝  guess you’re no stranger to fury, either.  ❞ ❝  think i’m gonna fall for that? no chance, you’re wrong.  ❞ ❝  gotta admit --- you do pretty well with a sword.  ❞ ❝  you dare tell me to calm down?! you?!  ❞ ❝  let's say i go about my business, and when there's coin to be earned, i don't readily turn it down.  ❞ ❝  i wish to know the truth...be it sweet, be it painful, i wish to know.  ❞ ❝  men, the polite ones at least, would call me a monster.  ❞ ❝  even i grow ill at the sight of you.  ❞ ❝  i’m going on a walk. or is that not allowed either? because i could break my leg?  ❞ ❝  plan’s crazier than it is sane...but there’s an irrestistible charm to it.  ❞ ❝  unbelievable! you said something romantic! you!  ❞ ❝  we may not survive this. in fact, our chances are slim.  ❞ ❝  if anything should happen to you...  ❞ ❝  there’s not been a dark cloud yet that didn’t have a silver lining.  ❞ ❝  those are some fresh lookin’ scars you’ve got there.  ❞ ❝  no. no more about the battle. just hold me. and say something nice.  ❞ ❝  stay. this is the only home we’ve ever had.  ❞ ❝  you’re so charming when you try to be funny.  ❞ ❝  not proud of it...yet i considered all the options and found none better.  ❞ ❝  i look far different from when you last saw me.  ❞ ❝  i admire your optimism. wish i shared it.  ❞ ❝  and...try not to draw any attention to yourself.  ❞ ❝  nightmares haunt our nights and days. folk sleepwalk from their homes, never to return.  ❞ ❝  forgive me. it couldn’t be avoided. i truly am sorry.  ❞ ❝  well i’ve departed, escaped, been forced to flee so many times…yet i always returned. you ought to be used to it by now.  ❞ ❝  the human mind is as wild and unexplored a place as any land far beyond the sea.  ❞ ❝  you think you’ve won. you are wrong. i can’t die.  ❞ ❝  you’re something more. something more.  ❞ ❝  barely nicked me, i’ll be fine.  ❞ ❝  it’s just that i felt...stifled, in your shadow. i’d have suffocated had i stayed.  ❞ ❝  come, don’t just stand there. i want a hug.  ❞ ❝  it’s lovely here! i could stay forever.  ❞ ❝  do what you will, but leave me out of this.  ❞ ❝  we should end this discussion -- before i say something i'll regret.  ❞ ❝  you all right? you’re as pale as death.  ❞ ❝  let’s get back to the hut. i’ll protect you along the way.  ❞ ❝  not to keen on talking about it, are you?  ❞ ❝  it’s better to die than to live in the knowledge that you’ve done something that needs forgiveness.  ❞ ❝  i was afraid you were dead.  ❞ ❝  at times one must use reason, rather than blades.  ❞ ❝  need some peace. gotta prepare.  ❞ ❝  i suspected it might not be the best idea, but i was desperate, had no choice.  ❞ ❝  so tell me how it happened. step by step.  ❞ ❝  it was a bit of a lark, a jest. i meant to bring it all back, i swear.  ❞ ❝  if i wanted to kill you, you'd be long dead by now.  ❞ ❝  that is precisely one of the reasons why i abhor your world.    your senseless brutality.  ❞ ❝  i won’t let them take you, you know that?  ❞ ❝  magic...childish hocus-pocus. it’s just not interesting. what i find fascinating are true tales of true human lives.  ❞ ❝  save your praise for others. i couldn’t give a shit.  ❞ ❝  well, well, i am impressed. doubted you still had it in you, frankly.  ❞ ❝  i like you. don’t make me hurt you.  ❞ ❝  you know very little can hurt you being immortal, so you take wild risks, chase extreme sensations. there comes a point you’ve done it all, and all seems boring and monotonous.  ❞ ❝  with you i finally feel...harmony. a calm. feel like things are the way they're supposed to be.  ❞ ❝  i'm afraid the dishwater’s as good as it gets in this establishment.  ❞ ❝  sorry to take so long, but i had to deal with the guards.  ❞ ❝  i’d never miss a chance to spend a pleasant evening with you.  ❞ ❝  you know too much. yet one more reason why you must die.  ❞ ❝  or perhaps you seek to trick me.  ❞ ❝  if you acknowledge any gods...start praying, now.  ❞ ❝  it’s very simple. you either deceived me...or not.  ❞ ❝  i am known neither for my sense of humor nor for my patience.  ❞ ❝  naturally, it would be easier with your help, but...you irritate me.  ❞ ❝  love questions like that. am i holding up? what, my dick?  ❞ ❝  we never hunt in these woods. not even if it means the whole village starves.  ❞ ❝  we’re only ever the ones to know the truth about ourselves.  ❞ ❝  you’re insolent because you believe i cannot afford to hurt you. and you’re right.  ❞ ❝  i detest graveyards, especially wandering them alone.  ❞ ❝  you know too much. you impede me too often. and i find your arrogance an annoyance.  ❞ ❝  i know it’s wartime, but try not to be a hero, all right?  ❞ ❝  i don’t know that i’ll make for engaging company. in truth, i rarely talk to men.  ❞ ❝  you know...had a dream about you recently.  ❞ ❝  i thought i could at least count on you to treat me seriously.  ❞ ❝  don’t ask questions you know the answers to. it makes you look stupid.  ❞ ❝  you’re nosy. starting to piss me off, you know?  ❞ ❝  what did i do to deserve this? have i given you cause to doubt my intentions?  ❞ ❝  don’t fret about me. i always get by somehow, right?  ❞ ❝  i wanted to go with you --- that was my idea.  ❞ ❝  i shan’t stray a step from your side.  ❞ ❝  if that’s what it takes to save the world, it’s better to let that world die.  ❞ ❝  what’s that supposed to mean? that a threat?  ❞ ❝  i’m offering a great and true adventure, an experience like no other, the fate of only the chosen few.  ❞ ❝  that’s like choosing between pestilence and the plague.  ❞ ❝  what’s it matter? i only ever thought of you.  ❞ ❝  did you know you’ve gained twenty-seven new scars since we’ve last saw each other?  ❞ ❝  i need to know the details if you want me to get my hands dirty.  ❞ ❝  don’t know you. go away.  ❞ ❝  ever vigilant, even in your sleep. quite vampire-like, in fact.  ❞ ❝  gotten used to people treating me like a freak, an outcast.  ❞ ❝  we share a cause, then. just like the old days.  ❞ ❝  ever considered becoming a burglar? skill like that’d come in awful handy.  ❞ ❝  there’s never been a frown that couldn’t be turned upside down.  ❞ ❝  honesty's an attribute of the truly brave --- and thus the privilege of the very few.  ❞ ❝  you do not have a monopoly in altruism, my friend.  ❞ ❝  great love demands great sacrifices.  ❞ ❝  i believe it wise at times to share one’s secrets, unburden oneself to those one can trust.  ❞ ❝  it would be nice from time to time if you could sit back and enjoy life, instead of going around solving everyone’s problems.  ❞ ❝  we shall dance until the break of dawn!  ❞ ❝  a man could lose his head for a lass like you.  ❞ ❝  don’t have to come if you don’t want. wait here.  ❞ ❝  never seen this side of you.  ❞ ❝  i’m to kiss the ground you walk on, is that it? but you just did your duty.  ❞ ❝  the day you give me a smile...that moment, that’s what i’m waiting for.  ❞ ❝  i need a soul intelligent and clever, an individual who fears no dare. someone like you.  ❞ ❝  if i was you i’d catch some shut-eye, not go on flapping my tongue.  ❞ ❝  the plan is simple...which does not mean it will be easy to execute.  ❞ ❝  sometimes you really get on my nerves, you know.  ❞ ❝  you shall not turn on me, use what i say against me? you shall not tell anyone?  ❞ ❝  gave you a chance. should’ve taken it.  ❞ ❝  always better to do a bit more and even gain nothing by it,    than to do too little and face regret.  ❞ ❝  it’s lovely out here. the birds singing, the bees buzzing...blissful, really.  ❞ ❝  what a lovely dress. the color suits you exquisitely.  ❞ ❝  pretty fantastic tale. hard as hell to believe.  ❞ ❝  it’s time you discovered my romantic side.  ❞ ❝  you gotta understand the whole world doesn’t revolve around you.  ❞ ❝  can you not see i am out of my mind with worry?  ❞ ❝  every rose has its thorn, and there are no happy endings.  ❞ ❝  pretty quick to reject help. why is that?  ❞ ❝  don’t need to like each other. just gotta do our jobs.  ❞ ❝  frankly, if i can do something for you, i'll do it, willingly.  ❞ ❝  you were hired you kill me, were you not?  ❞ ❝  what’s it like, going toe to toe with a monster? knowing you’ve only two options --- to kill or be killed?  ❞ ❝  this place --- there’s evil here. death hangs in the air.  ❞ ❝  intellect counts as much as strength.  ❞ ❝  i run back inside, hasp the doors, and then i hear it --- someone whispering my name.  ❞ ❝  you know i like you. unlike the rest of this lot, you’ve got a good head on your shoulders.  ❞ ❝  if you love somebody, set them free.  ❞ ❝  if you hate me so deeply, why don’t you tell me to my face?  ❞ ❝  i’m afraid you’d not realize which way the wind was blowing if you pissed straight into it.  ❞ ❝  that was courageous. i'd never expect it from you.  ❞ ❝  i am not easily impressed, but i must admit you have succeeded, my dear.  ❞ ❝  kill me if you must. i’ve nothing to live for anyway.  ❞ ❝  aren’t you an extraordinary beauty.  ❞ ❝  never suspected you believed such things.  ❞ ❝  wait...you want to go with me? out of the question.  ❞ ❝  used to it. not the first time i’ve been hunted.  ❞ ❝  enough of this hesitation, this fretting, these feelings of guilt!  ❞ ❝  strange working with you. strange, but great.  ❞ ❝  give me a moment. i must don something more appropiate and concealing.  ❞ ❝  killing comes as naturally to me as blowing my nose.  ❞ ❝  ......   another tale of a life compromised and ultimately claimed by greed and ambition.  ❞ ❝  in the future, though, remember this --- i can look after myself  ❞ ❝  you'd really worry about me if i went on alone?  ❞ ❝  you have many merits. you merely hide them from the world very diligently.  ❞ ❝  is it true virtue always trumps villainy?  ❞ ❝  watch my movements. i’m spry as a cat and sly as a fox.  ❞ ❝  ah, if only this could last forever.  ❞ ❝  few i can rely on like i can on you. kinda hoping you think the same of me.  ❞ ❝  you are angry at the whole world. you feel inferior, feel pain, though you mask this with confidence, arrogance, even.  ❞ ❝  there exist worries for which there quite simply is no other medicine.  ❞ ❝  your bones look thin, your breathing’s wheezy. afraid one punch might kill you.  ❞ ❝  to love is to build a house of cards, or play a game of chess, but one word or ill-thought move and you must start it all afresh.  ❞ ❝  i’m doing what i ever wanted to do, being who i wanted to be. i believe that’s one definition of happiness.  ❞ ❝  you’ve not an ounce of refinement in you, have you?  ❞ ❝  pain rules the body, but fear is born in the heart.  ❞ ❝  either i get burned, or i’ll burn all else down. no other options.  ❞ ❝  should you decide your sword is the sole solution, i shall not stand in your way.  ❞ ❝  c’mon, come closer.  ❞ ❝  would you prefer i treated you like the lying manipulater you are?  ❞ ❝  i regret nothing. one lives but once.  ❞ ❝  i just hope this tale has a happy ending. for me, for you. for everyone.  ❞ ❝  just gonna go our seperate ways? no parting words?  ❞ ❝  you still stand to be quite useful to me.  ❞ ❝  i suppose you wanted to frighten me...alas, you didn’t in the least. after all, i’m a monster too, am i not?  ❞ ❝  i trust no one. learned that long ago.  ❞ ❝  it cannot be! you actually have a sense of humor.  ❞ ❝  didn’t ask for a lecture on probability. need a simple answer --- yes or no.  ❞ ❝  another word, and i shall spill even more blood. yours.  ❞ ❝  you feel resentment, i understand, but we shall work through all the unfortunate matters of the past.  ❞ ❝  stop playing dumb. i know everything...your plan.  ❞ ❝  honestly can’t see what all those dames see in you --- you’re a stick in the mud.  ❞ ❝  not showy, lovely location...perfect for romantic getaways.  ❞ ❝  i hope you’re not upset i came like this, without warning...  ❞ ❝  i’m still a long way from mastering anything. but i am trying.  ❞ ❝  now i know how you do it. just annoy your opponents to death.  ❞ ❝  word on the street is there’s a hefty bounty on your head.  ❞ ❝  for a few days now i’ve been having dizzy spells.  ❞ ❝  i’ve always had a way with ostensibly dangerous types.  ❞ ❝  wound doesn’t look good.    patch that up quick if i were you, before it starts festering.  ❞ ❝  always seemed to me you were a very complicated creature, by nature. not one to resort to such simple methods like drinking your worries away.  ❞ ❝  may i be honest? yes, i’m nervous. i really would prefer to just run off.  ❞ ❝  father always said a wise man learns from others’ mistakes, so here i am, learning from his.  ❞ ❝  ever since that horrid night...everything has changed.  ❞ ❝  what’s wrong? afraid? gut feeling queasy?  ❞ ❝  used to bother me, all your secrets...now i know if you have something to tell me, you’ll tell me.  ❞ ❝  i so don’t feel like going anywhere. sit here a while longer?  ❞ ❝  there’s something i’d like to know...how can you be so damned calm?  ❞ ❝  my knees quake like a carnival rattle.  ❞ ❝  honestly didn’t think this’d work. doubted anything would happen.  ❞

[kaistarus]

BitterSweet

Pairing: Itadori YuujiXReader

Words: 2.4K

Summary: How Yuuji makes his way into your life with brights smiles and shitty coffees

A/N: just in time for his b-day :3 i’ve loved this boi since before i even started jjk, so i’m glad I got to finally write for him lol

Masterlist

Bitter.

Bitter-with a hint of vanilla-was what you associated with Itadori Yuuji. His beaming smile at your first tutoring session forever connected with the pungent coffee he offered you.

You stared at the cup skeptically, “what is that?”

“Coffee?” Yuuji answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I thought every college student liked coffee.”

He wasn’t wrong, “but why did you get it?”

“Because you got up so early to help me,” Yuuji’s smile widened as he waved the drink around.

“Well I’m scheduled, so I would have been here whether you signed up or not.” You pointed out, glancing at the clock nearby that read too-early-in-the-morning and gestured for him to hand it over. He looked so pleased with himself that you were sure if he was a dog his tail would be going wild.

That was the only explanation you had for why you didn’t tell Yuuji it was the worst thing you’d ever tasted, hiding your full body cringes when he looked up after digging through his backpack.

“So, what are we doing first?” He asked excitedly, holding a creased notebook with uneven pages and a packed folder with papers hanging out. You stared at it wearily, but unfortunately he was far from the worst case scenario-a folder was huge compared to some you’d run into.

“I guess just give me your last exam and we’ll work from there.”

Yuuji chuckled awkwardly, fingering through the mass of papers in his folder before producing a packet marked heavily in red ink. You sighed at the single digit number at the top with a frowny face beside it.

Looked like you and Itadori Yuuji were going to be spending a lot of time together.

**************

“You’re overthinking it, Yuuji.” You rubbed your temples having spent the last thirty minutes working through the same problem with no success. You were beginning to lose all hope.

“But it doesn’t make any sense,” he groaned, leaning back in his seat. “I’m supposed to figure out the probability of what movies were action movies, but how was she able to watch eighty movies in one week?”

“That isn’t the question.”

“It isn’t possible though!” He jabbed his eraser at the paper. “Did she sleep? I bet this Melissa chick fast forwarded or skipped.”

“Yuuji…”

“Can you go a full week without sleep? If she slept through some, are they part of the eighty?” He gripped his pink locks in frustration. “How do I know which she slept through? Is there a timeline?”

You deadpanned as he scanned the page stressfully like it was holding him hostage with its contents, “I don’t think they provide a timeline, no.”

“Sorry,” Yuuji sighed defeated, slouching forward to rest his chin on the library’s table. “I swear I’m trying.”

You leaned against your palm, eyes softening as he glared at the homework sheet under him. “Don’t apologize,” you slid the sheet from under his chin. “You’re my favorite session after all.”

“I am?” He perked up.

You rolled your eyes while circling a segment of the first word problem. “You can just make up wild backstories for each person. Melissa doesn’t have to sleep and can absorb movies abnormally fast or something.”

Yuuji blinked several times as his lips curved into a smile. “What about the guy who owns over four-hundred chickens?”

You forced down your own smile and shrugged, “he’s just lonely.”

Yuuji laughed, continuing down the page while spewing out ridiculous stories for the unfortunate names in the Stats problems. Your heart beat firm in your chest at how excited he was now while scanning the page. The ticking clock above you felt like a curse the closer it got to the end of your session.

You guessed you didn’t hate the mornings anymore if they were with him.

*************************

You tapped your pencil’s eraser impatiently on the booth's table. The smell of brewing dark roast drifting through the small cafe accompanied by the combined noises of workers preparing early risers beverages kept you from dozing off where you sat. Finally, after what felt like forever-probably a few minutes-Yuuji slid into the booth across from you and placed a mug in front of you.

“I can buy my own coffee, Yuuji.” You took the mug wearily, eyes darting around the near empty cafe you’d decided to meet at this week to ‘spice things up’ in his words. “People might get the wrong idea.”

“I didn’t think you cared about that stuff,” he said with a teasing smile that you returned with a half-assed glare. “It’s my payment for making me smarter.”

“I already get paid,” you pouted at the drink in your hands. “And you’re already smart. I just help you understand it.”

He didn’t respond and you glanced over, confused at his slack jaw expression.

“Oh,” he started shuffling through his backpack and you swore his cheeks were dusted pink. “Yeah, that-uh-makes sense.”

“Right,” you raised a brow at the weird response, but decided it wasn’t worth pursuing. There wasn’t enough time in the world to question every random thing Yuuji did.

 “What’s on the schedule today boss?”

“Your exam’s tomorrow,” you said, pulling some sheets from your own backpack. “I printed your practice exam since I’m guessing you didn’t know it existed.”

“Hey,” he pouted. “I didn’t, but still...”

You snorted, sliding the packet across the table. “Just do the ones you can and I’ll help with the rest.”

He saluted you, unnecessarily scribbling his name across the top before getting to work-his tongue poking out adorably while his eyes scanned the words intensely. You felt your chest filling with an unfamiliar warmth as you watched him work and your hand drifted subconsciously toward the mug next to you.

You coughed, unprepared for the harsh flavor, only wiping the grimace off your face when Yuuji peered upward with an innocent head tilt. Your heart squeezed when you locked eyes too long with his dark hazel before a soft smile filtered onto his lips. You quickly dropped your stare, hoping that if you avoided looking at him you could avoid the weird feeling emotion rolling in your stomach as well.

***************

You slouched up the library's stairwell, pushing through the second story’s double doors that led to your usual reserved tutoring table. The school really needed to push back your start time-seven in the morning was way too early for any college student to effectively teach or learn anything. The only person ridiculous enough to continuously sign-up for this time was-

You gripped your backpack straps as strong arms wrapped themselves around your midsection, picking you off the ground without warning. An unwanted frightened squeal left your lips before you recognized Yuuji’s laughter behind you and you relaxed as much as you could with him spinning you around in a library half-full of people.

“What are you doing?” You glared at him over your shoulder, cheeks warm from embarrassment at the scene he was causing.

“I got a C!”

You blinked several times before prying his arms off you, “are you serious?”

“Yeah,” he slid his backpack off, digging around before offering you a crumpled up packet with a seventy-four and a smiley written on top. You stared at it with a growing smile and without thinking too much you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Yuuji, this is amazing!”

“I know,” he laughed, encircling your waist awkwardly given your backpack. “My roommate didn’t believe me. She’s doing my dishes for a week thanks to you.”

You weren’t sure you felt good about that after seeing his level of disorganization, but you smiled back anyway. “I’m so proud of you.”

Which was true. Your chest was swollen near bursting with pride for him and he’d only gotten a C. You told yourself it was because of your own skills as a tutor, but had you ever been this excited for someone?

“Hey, we should celebrate.” Yuuji stuffed the exam back into his bag. “Do you wanna-”

“Can you guys quiet down?” a guy with four crushed energy drink cans and food wrappers laying haphazardly around him asked. “I can’t focus and I just wanna go home, dude.”

“Sorry,” you whispered as warmth crept up your neck, turning Yuuji toward the exit as he stared at the guy in amazement. “We’ll leave you alone.”

“How long have you been here?” Yuuji asked in awe.

“Twenty-five… No, maybe eight...” The guy narrowed his eyes at the clock. “Time’s an illusion man.”

Yuuji nodded, impressed, shooting the guy a thumbs up as you pushed him toward the doors. Once in the stairwell you shot him a bright smile, “celebrate?”

He nodded excitedly. “We can get coffee!”

You turned away quickly to cover your panic, “or maybe anything else?”

Yuuji hummed, “I guess change can be nice.”

Your heart did a bizarre skip at the soft look in his eyes and you hurriedly started down the stairs without him. You spent more time that morning brushing off each reaction to Yuuji than enjoying your time with him. When everything was done you started thinking that you were having a hard time kidding even yourself.

**************

You and Yuuji had been working in silence for the past twenty minutes-the longest he’d gone without needing help since he’d signed up for tutoring. It was a great sign that for some reason had your stomach knotting uncomfortably.

“You’re doing really good,” you complimented, admiring the delighted smile he gave you.

“Yeah, I used what you said about note taking for lecture.” He showed you his notes that were beyond chaotic, but apparently worked for him. “I actually understand what’s going on now.”

“That’s great,” you looked down at your Chem problems and attempted to keep your tone light. “You probably won’t need tutoring soon if this-.”

You heard his pencil snap and looked up to find him staring holes through his paper. He seemed tense as he pressed his pencil roughly against the notebook and you wondered what word problem would’ve caused that reaction.

“Are you stuck? Do you want me to-”

“I like you.”

You paused mid-reach for his textbook and locked eyes with him, his cheeks flaring up a dark pink. You opened and closed your mouth several times before mumbling out a weak, “what?”

“And I don’t want you to tutor me,” he looked frustrated with himself when you tilted your head at his contradictory statements. “I mean, I do, but not always. I just want to spend time with you and not talk about Stats because I hate Stats, but I really like you.”

That weird feeling was back. The one where your chest felt tight and your heart was beating too quickly and your stomach sort of felt like you might throw up, but all in a good way and that made everything weirder. It was a lot and not enough and that made you nervous.

“I don���t know, Yuuji.” You lied.

“That’s okay,” he smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “No pressure. I just sprung it on you, so I don’t blame you.”

You nodded, watching him dig around his bag for a second pencil while grumbling about organizing that you knew would never happen. Your heart ached in your chest as you watched him continue working casually, playing off whatever happened.

...but you weren’t sure you could do the same.

************

This was a terrible idea.

You swung your legs, perched atop a railing across from a building that Yuuji was currently taking his midterm. It didn’t matter how you got that information-accessing his schedule with the few perks your job gave you-all that mattered was you had five minutes to figure out what you were going to say to him.

This wouldn’t even be an issue if he hadn’t skipped tutoring a few days ago. You weren’t sure if he thought you hated him or if he was regretting confessing to you, but either way you needed to talk to him before your window closed.

If only any of the speeches you could think of weren’t absolutely humiliating. Three minutes now? That should be enough time for you to at least get the beginning-

“(Y/N)?”

Your head whipped to the side so fast you're sure you got whiplash, dumbfounded that Yuuji was standing there with his head cocked to the side.

“You finished early,” you said, face warming at his growing confusion. “Not that I would know that.”

“Right.” He gave you a once-over. “Whatcha doing here?”

“Uh,” your nose crinkled while searching for a reasonable excuse. You sighed when you came up empty. “You skipped tutoring.”

Yuuji’s eyebrow rose and he waved his hands around. “I accidentally slept through it.” Then you noticed the gears started turning in his head and you began shrinking in on yourself. “You came here because I skipped a lesson?”

“Well, I wasn’t sure if you were going to keep skipping,” you avoided his eyes, chewing on the inside of your cheek. “It’s a bad habit.”

He knew you were full of shit. You could tell by the way he was forcing down a smirk when you stared at your feet. This would obviously be going so much better if you had those three minutes to prepare.

“Thanks for checking in,” he smiled, fishing around in his pocket and holding out his phone. “We should probably exchange numbers so you don’t have to go through all this trouble next time.”

You eyed the phone and rolled your eyes, “makes sense.”

He looked overjoyed when you took it from his hands. Your heart felt like it would pound out of your rib cage while he watched you create your contact, your fingers shaking slightly under the pressure.

“As an apology, I should probably take you to get food too.”

You paused, looking up at his hopeful gaze before nodding shyly. “That seems fair.”

The smile that overtook his face was probably the largest you’d ever seen and your heart nearly exploded when he grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the building. You probably should have seen this coming the moment you began looking forward to your morning shifts with him. As he dragged you down the street you found yourself not caring where he took you-you knew you’d be happy as long as he was with you.

[captainjimothycarter]

What are Steve's wedding vows to Peggy?

Hey i wrote something since like Saturday. kinda proud of myself despite BAD anxiety over this.

--

“Are you ready, Steve?”

The question came from Edwin Jarvis, the man sticking his head in through the curtains to smile at the nervous Captain. Steve just held up the bowtie in despair, trying to hide the shake in his fingers.

“I can mull down hundreds of Nazis. I can fight Hydra to the bone and-and nearly be killed by a frozen tundra, but what defeats me is a god dang bow tie!”

Jarvis laughed as he stepped into the small side room, giving him a comforting smile. “You know,” he mused as he started to do the tie. “When I was marrying my Ana, I was so nervous I fainted right as we got to I do.”

Steve felt himself gap, looking the man up and down. He could picture that, not that he would say it. He felt like he might faint before he even got out to where Bucky and Colonel Phillips were waiting for him.

“When I came to, my head was in Ana’s lap and I insisted she was an angel. She practically is - not that I’ll ever insist anything different. She’s never let me live that down, that rascal. The point is, Captain Rogers,” the man smirked as he finished the tie and smoothed it out along Steve’s neck. “It’s okay to be nervous.”

“I’m...Captain America, I shouldn’t be nervous, I wasn’t nervous when-”

“Let me ask you something,” Jarvis spoke over him, patting the guy’s shoulders to get him to sit down. He pulled a comb out of nowhere and started to fix Steve’s mousy hair from his constant fingers combing through it. All Steve could do was look on in the mirror. “When you bulldozed through of Hydra agents or lead your Howling Commandos through countless missions or did whatever you did in what the reports do not say, were you nervous?”

“Of course not, those guys depended on me. I couldn’t afford to be nervous or second think my actions, someone might’ve died.” Plenty of people did, in ways Steve could’ve never stopped or predicted unless he’d been there, but he was one person.

Not that Jarvis was asking about this.

“Exactly. They depended on you. You needed to be ready for anything, to overcome anything Hydra would’ve thrown at you. Yet with Miss Carter, you’re nervous about your wedding? It’s practically a tradition to be nervous. Do you know what that means?”

“That I’ll fumble my vows or drop the rings and it’ll roll into a gutter, never to be seen again?”

Jarvis snorted and lightly squeezed Steve’s shoulder. “No, Captain Rogers, it does not. It means that you love her. You love Miss Carter with every fiber of your being. It means you, my friend, will have an amazing wedding and marriage. Even if you do fumble, you can do no worse than me and fainting.”

Steve covered his face, trying to stabilize his breathing. He did love Peggy - Jarvis was right. There was no doubt about that. He loved her. Loved her so damn much he might explode. He just...was nervous.

“Being nervous,” Jarvis continued as he put the comb away and tilted Steve’s head up to inspect himself in the black and white suit. “Being nervous is a tradition. It means you love her. I’m sure Miss Carter is nervous too.”

Steve’s mouth opened to counter, Peggy couldn’t be nervous - he’s seen her stare enemies dead in the eye and not miss a beat. He’s seen her let herself get shot if it meant saving the hostage. He’s seen her survive countless trails and still stand on top at the end of the day. There’s no way Peggy was nervous. Yet, the second he opened his mouth to say something, Bucky stuck his head through the curtain.

His hair was perfectly parted thanks to his mother’s intervention. He was sure the second his ma wasn’t looking, he would mess it up. The suit he wore was a little on the older side, insisting he got to wear his dad’s suit to this wedding.

“You ready, Stevie? That green isn’t a good shade, bud.”

Steve gently swatted at Bucky’s chest as he adjusted the suit once more, trying to take in a deep breath to calm down.

“Shut up. I’m just...nervous. How’s everything looking? We ready?”

“Ready as we’ll ever be. Ole Phillips is grumbling as ever. Dugan is waiting up there, Angie is ready. We’ve already had to stop the niece and nephew from throwing the flowers everywhere.”

“Oliver and Penny really like those roses, huh?” Steve’s lips twitched into a small laugh at the idea of the kids going haywire with those roses. “And Peggy? Is she…?”

“Ana and Rose and even Howard are in there, it’s alright.” Seeing his friend’s panic look, he smoothed down his suit again, the metallic hand glimmering in the dull light of the chapel. “Let’s get this party started and get you two crazy kids married.”

--

“Always knew you two would end up together,” Phillips grunted as Steve stood nervously, shifting from foot to foot. “From the second she laid eyes on that scrawny form of yours.”

Steve laughed, a more forceful laugh given the nervous state he was in. He watched Jarvis politely sit down after checking in on the girls, Rose already coming up to stand by them. Bucky clapped Steve on the shoulder, squeezing him too hard.

“Told you,” he chuckled. “You two were meant to be…”

“‘cept you shouldn’t have shown up in the bar when we were having your public funeral,” Dugan interjected. “Not the best idea, Cap.”

“You’re lucky Carter didn’t shoot you on the spot, coming up with a soiled uniform, and half that glass in your chest,” Phillips grunted.

“Wouldn’t have hurt as bad, if-”

Steve stopped the second he heard Ana playing the piano, turning on his heels and towards the door.

He watched Oliver and Penny run through with the flowers, throwing them everywhere but the floor. His little giggle and the laugh through the chapel made him relax a little, but the second he saw Peggy, everything was back in full force.

She was...beautiful, spectacular. A thousand words he couldn’t think to say. His mind nothing but a fine-tuned sound of buzzing as he watched her slowly walk through that door. Ana had worked perfectly on that dress, the trim, the lace, every down to the last details of the pearls knitted into the collar.

Steve could feel the tears burning in his eyes as she slowly stood in front of him, hearing in the corner of his mind, Phillips muttering about sap.

He loved her.

“You look…” Steve struggled with the word as he held onto her glove-laced hands, looking down at them and slowly back to those beautiful hazel eyes that he’d fallen in love with before he even knew what color they were.

“I know,” Peggy finished, squeezing his hands. “You look pretty dashing yourself. We-”

“How about we get this show on the road, huh?” Phillips asked, breaking the silence, and the music slowly melted into the background. “We all knew we’d end up here today. It was just a matter of time and if it was legal or not. I expected you two to just waltz into my tent one day and demand to be married, the laws and logic be damned.”

“Almost,” Steve mused, shrugging his shoulders. Phillips’ grey eyes were trained on him, brow rose as if to ask what. “I proposed to Peggy after she’d been shot during the hostage situation of ‘44.”

“Son.” The tone said all and the Howling Commandos laughed the loudest. Steve glanced over to see Peggy’s side of the family, most with pursed lips. They still weren’t pleased that their daughter was marrying a Yankee.

“We told him to do it,” Dugan interjected.

“Dared him, actually,” Jones added.

“Double-dog dared him,” Bucky said.

“Actually, we told him to do it or we would on his behalf,” Pinky reminded them.

“We-”

Phillips’ look silenced Falsworth on the spot, the man clearing his throat and stepping back in line. “We’re no longer at war, boys, you don’t have to keep defending your Captain under insane circumstances. I’ll never forget about the damn goat incident.”

--

It was only a few minutes later before Phillips cleared his throat again and nodded towards the couple. “The couple has written their own vows. Ca-Steve, would you like to go first?”

Steve blinked as he felt Peggy’s eyes on him, trying to calm his racing heart down. “Okay, yeah. Yeah,” he breathed, taking the paper Dugan had passed him. “I stayed up till 4 in the morning working on this. Mr. Jarvis had to eventually take the pen from me so I’d sleep.”

“And he didn’t accept my help,” Howard muttered just loud enough for Steve to hear, making the Captain flush.

“Okay, here it goes,” Steve breathed, unfolding the paper and trying not to let how nervous he was shown. His hands were already starting to shake and he was afraid sweat would ruin the ink.

Peggy’s hand gently closed around his wrist and offered him a comforting smile. “It’s okay, darling. Just us. Not a whole platoon of guys to play Star-Spangled Man With A Plan.”

If he wasn’t blushing then, he was now.

“Peggy, I…” Steve looked down at the paper and back up at her. He could hear Jarvis’s voice in the back of his head telling him that when he got up there, he’d know what to say. Fumbling or not.

“Peggy, I love you. I’ve loved you ever since I first laid eyes on you and I didn’t know it. I didn’t know what the color of your lips was or the color of your eyes or your hair or even your uniform. I didn’t know the true sound of your voice or the smell of the roses on your skin. I didn’t know much then - hell I don’t know much now -”

A few people laughed and Steve lowered the paper, looking dead into his wife-to-be eyes.

“I didn’t know much then. I just knew you were hell on high heels and damn anyone who got in your path. When you first knocked out Hodge, I felt my breath taken away. When you ran for the grenade too, I wanted my last sight to be of you, swore I was goin’ blow myself up to a million pieces. Our first conversation in that car might’ve been one of our lasts and I was glad it was with you, someone who understood me. Understood what it was like to be discriminated against because we’re us… Because I was sickly and small and you were a woman, a girl, a-”

“You still don’t know how to talk to women, do you?” Peggy asked, blinking the tears from her eyes and making Steve give a wet laugh.

“I”m afraid not, how I managed to get you to fall in love with me is a wonder. The point is, Pegs, I love you, from the bottom of my heart. All through the war, we talked about what we wanted after. I insisted on a white-picket fence, a house in some neighborhood, that we’d build the perfect life together and well...you saw where that lead us. Me to a watery grave and you punching me out when I showed up at that bar. Even if I was late for our dance.

I just...I love you. Life has taken us on insane turns from clearing our friend’s name to-to living in LA for a few months. To...to here. To me finally getting the guts to purpose to you. Or more like catching my breath. I need you in my life and I’m lucky to have you. I’m more than happy to sit on the sidelines and let you work, to raise our kids or tend to a home, to do anything you ask. I’m more than happy to just be yours. I just...I need to be yours like I need to breathe. You are my life, Peggy Carter, and I’ll have no other but you. I’m lucky to be your husband, to be by your side through it all.”

Peggy didn’t bother to hide the few tears running down her face, thankful Angie had fixed her makeup just right to prevent the tear streaks from showing. She cleared her face off with the handkerchief Rose had given her and sniffled.

“Sap,” she laughed, shaking her head. “I stayed up late last night but not writing these vows. I...told myself I knew what I was going to say when I got up here, but I’m mistaken. I can only say I love you, Steve Rogers. You are my life. My soul. When I was young, I insisted I wouldn’t marry. I insisted my life was to slay dragons, rescue knights, be a pirate. To be anything but the lady my mother wanted me to be.

I insisted I knew what I wanted for myself. That I-I wanted to be a codebreaker and I was good at it. I-”

“And saved our lives with it,” Howard said, causing them to laugh.

“Yes, Howard, thank you. I am good at it. I’m great at it. I insisted that’s all I could do to help the war effort, to maybe consider becoming a nurse but my mother and Fred forbidden it. I insisted I loved Fred because my mother did. I insisted that I could do some good by staying home, being the good wife, and keeping my head down. I insisted on a lot of things but for myself…

It took Micheal’s death for me to see there was more for me out there. The SSR was life-changing for me. Getting to serve under Colonel Phillips’ here, getting to meet you, even if you were...different.”

“It’s okay, call him a shrimp like I did,” Phillips interjected, making Peggy give a wet chuckle. “Kid got that sandwich after all.”

He swore the man smiled at him - even if Steve wouldn’t admit it.

“You were different. You stood out from the rest and it was because of your good heart. Yes the grenade incident, but you helped the nurses around the base. You helped collect herbs for them when we ran out of pain killers, you remembered decades-old healing practices that your mother taught you. You gave some of the guys, even if they were bastards to you, advice on how to fix their broken shoelaces or how to even hide the knives better in their clothes. You were kind and sweet-hearted and I wanted you from the start.

Even after your serum, you didn’t change. You saved that kid. You saved me, even if I was quite upset about it.”

“You did yell at me a lot for pushing you out of the way,” Steve interrupted, remembering that chaotic day.

“You were running with no shoes on and shoved me out of the way of an oncoming car. I had to yell about something.” She smoothed down his suit and sighed, shaking the veil. “Even after that, Steve, I...I love you. I loved you from the start. During the war, that love only grew. I thought we hid it well.”

“No,” Bucky snorted. “No, you two did not. Everyone knew.”

“Yes, thank you, James,” Peggy huffed, giving her friend a roll of her eyes. “That love for you grew and I’m only sorry we didn’t act sooner, that we didn’t kiss more or-or risk it to just touch each other in blatant public when we needed the comfort because it was a war. I am sorry that it took this long to get here - but we’re here. Look at us. We’re here, sweetheart. We’re getting married after all in a setting of our choice, with our friends and family. It’s worth the wait.”

“You’re always worth the wait,” Steve whispered, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“I love you,” Peggy whispered, squeezing his hands. “I loved you then, to now, and forevermore. I’ll never stop loving you, no part of my soul will be complete without you. You are my light, Steven Grant Rogers, as I am your compass, your true star north. You are my light and I want nothing more from you than a life that we paved together.”

There was no dry eye around them, even the grisled Colonel was sniffing slightly and wiping at his eyes. He squeezed the book in his hand and gave the couple a warm smile. “Aren’t you two kids sweet? Why don’t we wrap this up so you two can kiss like how you did in the supply closets?”

Steve felt his ears burn, turning back to Peggy and holding her hands. He wasn’t sure how he survived the rest of the ceremony. Of Bucky bringing the rings to them, his ma’s old ring that Howard had cleaned up and engraved with their wedding date on it. Peggy’s father’s wedding band.

He wasn’t sure how he barely got the words I do our before Peggy was jumping on him to kiss him and Steve’s arms found a way around her frame to pick her up and kiss the life out of her.

The wedding they dreamed of and feared that they never had.

A life yet to come with many memories down the road.

[a-lil-perspective]

Nepenthe

Your chest fills with a soft gasp. You uncurl your sleep-infused joints, shifting on your back within the bed. Full, tranquil breaths usher you along. You flicker your gaze over to the chrono. Your lashes bat away a lingering bleariness as you acclimate to your obsidian-colored surroundings. You become acutely aware of a calloused hand nestled in your hairline, a thumb now smoothing away the furrow manifested between your brows.

In the pitch black, you feel his eyes cast heavily over you.

“Can’t sleep?” Your voice is still weak with slumber. You reach out a drowsy hand, intuitively finding his jawline and cradling it. There’s a pause, and then you feel his features rearrange with a smirk underneath your fingertips.

“Distracted by something beautiful is more like it.”

“At this hour?” You hum. “Must be a real work of art.”

“Mhm,” his hand slides down from your hair, tapping your nose on the way before ghosting over your now slightly part lips. “You certainly are.”

Something like a giggle escapes you, and you drape the back of your free hand across your face to hide the silly blush he can’t even see in the shadows inking the midnight room. His warm breaths grow closer, peppering across your skin. You gather yourself, hollowing your cheeks. “Well don’t stay awake on my account. You should rest.”

“Trust me...” his knuckles stroke along your cheekbone with a tenderness that nearly makes your heart give out. “It’s a good reason to be awake.”

“But not the only reason.” You scale his words footnoted by affection, bypassing directly to the underlying meaning while he proceeds to mouth your neck in lieu of an explanation.

“You had a nightmare,” you whisper after a moment, stifling a shiver and gliding your fingers through his hair unbound from its usual crimson accessory.

He shakes his head, forcing a reassuring smile. “They don’t visit me when I’m with you.”

“Lies,” you accuse gently, eyes softening as you unravel his plight. Your hand wanders from his jaw to the nape of his neck, in which you collect your evidence in the form of a cold and clingy sheen of sweat that’s clearly been settled for some time. You listen to his deep, burdened inhale that manifests from your discovery. If you squint hard enough you can make out his broad chest swelling with the intake. You mentally count the seconds his breath is held in stasis, and the heady silence that flanks. Four. And then his exhale billows heavily and he’s pressing his forehead to yours in defeat.

Your heart aches for him. You part the dark curtain of hair spilling over the both of you and imprint a sweet kiss to the corner of his lip. “It’s alright, Hunter; I’m here.”

He makes a pained sound against you.

“Was it the boys?”

His silence speaks for itself, waxing the anguish.

“Wake me next time.” It’s a useless plea, you know. You can never remove a soldier from the battlefield, nor stop the tape of death that rolls infinitely behind his closed lids.

From his glued position, he manages a fervent shake of his head. “Seeing you sleep peacefully... it’s soothing to me.”

You frown, fingers threading through his saturated scalp. You peel away from his face and crunch upward into a sitting position.

“I’ll be right back,” you murmur, loving lips tacking against his earlobe as you gently detangle. Hunter’s grip tightens in protest.

“I promise; right back,” you plant a chaste kiss to his cheek and roll out of his hold and off the bed, dashing to the refresher. The faucet shoots on, and you’re back seconds later with a wrung cloth monitored thoughtfully; not too hot or cold. You’ve long learned the extent of Hunter’s restlessness that flourishes in the wake of direct heat, and similarly, an unanticipated chill proves catastrophic to his sensitized nerves and he shoots into overload in no time flat. You, ever the attentive companion, fortunately discovered the most ideal temperatures to coat items before application.

You gingerly drape the rag over the back of his neck, and his shoulders slope at the contact. He nods his thanks and you take up your spot beside him on the edge of the bed.

His head remains cast downward, eyes presumably skimming the dark floor where he no doubt is attempting to shrug off all his troubles onto. You rub between his shoulder blades.

“Do you want to call them?” You ask.

He takes a shaky breath. “I think... that might help. Yes.”

You twist your body around, flopping ridiculously across the bed to reach the nightstand you could’ve just gotten up and walked around to. You fumble briefly for the comm seated there before straightening back up and activating a sequence. The light on the device blinks silently in working to establish a connection. A tremor burgeons from the mattress, a byproduct of Hunter’s bouncing knee. You still his disquiet with a reassuring squeeze. A voice finally crackles to life on the other end.

“Hello?” The greeting is interrupted by a seismic yawn.

“Hey Wrecker,” you greet gently. “Sorry to wake you.”

“Oh, hiya!” Sleep quickly disbands from the large man upon recognition of your voice as he inflates with something more peppy. “What’s up?”

“Oh you know, checking in,” you pause, glancing over at Hunter. “Sarge and I just wanted to say hi.”

“Hey vod!” Wrecker addresses his brother then. “Everything good?”

“Everything’s fine, Wrecker,” Hunter does his best to withhold the weariness lacing his words. “Just wanted to hear your voice. You can go back to sleep now, bud.”

Wrecker hums contemplatively. “Y’sure that’s all? Ain’t sounded like ya slept a wink.”

“I‘ll get there, don’t worry about me.”

“Need a good Wrecker cuddle?”

An unfiltered chuckle sounds through Hunter, and you relish the closest thing to at ease he’s sounded all night. “Maybe later, Wreck. But I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Ohhhh,” Wrecker drawls cheekily, his wicked grin palpable as he recalls that Sarge is already occupied with a warm body. “Well ‘f ya change your mind lemme know! Nighty night you two.”

“Goodnight, Wrecker.” You can’t help your own splitting grin.

Hunter snorts softly as the comm ends. “Feels like I’ve been caught in something scandalous.”

“Yeah, but he’s loyal,” you snicker, contacting the next member.

“Present.” It comes as no surprise that the engineer’s voice rings through with an unnerving level of chipper. Absolutely preposterous, this man. “Where am I needed?”

“In bed,” Hunter grumbles. “Get to sleep, Tech.”

“And yet you are the one who called me,” Tech glides right over the explicit command, the sound of his trinketing flooding the background. “Anyway, I look forward to showing you my newest creation—”

“Goodnight, Tech,” you sever his impending presentation with a snort. “Thanks for picking up. Puts Hunter’s mind at ease. He’s restless tonight.”

“Ah, yes. We will need to work on his subpar development regarding healthy sleep patterns.”

Hunter’s face twists with a frown that doesn’t hold that much weight. “If that ain’t the pot callin’ the kettle black.”

“Indeed. I just thought you might enjoy the humor in that.”

Hunter flashes a smirk he figures his younger brother is probably matching. “You know yours is my favorite, vod’ika.”

“That is good to hear.” A pause. “Goodnight, Hunter. Should you still find yourself restless in the coming hours, I’m happy to assist with my ‘useless trivia’ that inevitably puts you to sleep.”

“By that point you should find yourself asleep,” the ori’vod points out.

“Very well,” Tech relents. “I shall, for you.”

Hunter just shakes his head, unconvinced he won’t discover a sleepy genius slumped over the nearest workbench here within the next few hours.

Another round of brotherly charges are exchanged and then you’re left with one last call to make.

The last member acknowledges in a far less amiable manner.

“Crosshair.” You innately grow solemn with it. “Got a second?”

“Don’t really have a choice now,” he responds curtly, a lingering husk of sleep in his voice.

“Sorry Cross,” Hunter interjects. “My doing. Just wanted to check in on you boys.”

“At two in the morning.”

Hunter manages a wry smile. “Can’t say hi to my vode whenever?”

There’s silence on Crosshair’s end for a moment.

“What’s going on.” He’s returned bearing more sage.

You feel Hunter straighten beside you. “Nothin’, vod. Don’t worry about it.”

“That doesn’t work on me, Hunter. Try again.”

“I’m fine,” Hunter said rushingly. “Promise. Just gets a little stuffy in my head sometimes. But you boys always make it better, y’know?”

Crosshair quiets. “Get some rest. I’ll be here if you need me.”

“Thanks vod. Appreciate it.”

You imagine Crosshair’s eyes searing into you through the comm as his attention shifts. “Keep me updated.”

“I will,” you assure. The connection ends. You eye Hunter, grazing your fingernails along the side of his head, tucking inky strands behind his ear. “Did that help at all?”

Hunter huffs a tired laugh. “Think it just made it worse. Now none of ‘em will sleep because of me.”

“They’ll be just fine,” you begin guiding him back under the covers. “Now to make sure you are.” He resists you for the briefest of moments.

“I am fine, honey.”

“You will be,” you agree, lying back. Hunter soon follows and sprawls out over top of you, wriggling until he’s positioned ideally with his head on your chest yet within proximity of your neck to plaster kisses with ease when the mood strikes.

Hunter makes a little choked sound, and you realize he’s clearing his throat. “Thank you... for doing that for me.”

You flatten his head to your chest with something fiercely protective. “I would do anything for you.”

“Which, by and large, is entirely unnecessary.”

He earns himself a long-suffering sigh at that.

“It is necessary. Because you are my everything.”

“I—”

“Shh,” you rebuke him. “Dammit, Hunter—just let someone take care of you.” You chew your lip. “Let me.”

He inhales deeply through his nose. It is entirely plausible for Sergeant Hunter to be bested in a battle-of-the-wills on the rarest of occasions; this being one of them. You spread your hands across his back and begin a deliberating massage. He groans lightly, his neglected aches and pains woven into the limelight by your touch. You quickly get caught up in your administration. When your breath suddenly hitches, Hunter lifts his head in curiosity.

“I’m just… you...” Words feel thick on your tongue. “You are a remarkable man, you know that?”

The corded muscles of his back tense. Anyone else would bask in such awestruck reverence but not Hunter, who makes haste to override his obvious discomfort with a thoughtful hum.

“I know that’s what you believe,” he answers neutrally.

“Because it’s true.” You reposition the wicking cloth at his neck. “Your brothers and I... we would all be lost without you.”

“Maybe. Maybe not.”

A pinch to his bicep. “Maybe you’re too hard on yourself.” Too damn stubborn, you nearly add.

His demeanor is colored with remiss. “All in a Sergeant’s work.”

One-hundred percent success rates and elite statuses aside: Hunter carries his tediously bashful disposition in total part.

“You don’t have to be Sergeant around me, you know,” you cup his face, tilting him up to meet yours. “You can just be Hunter.”

He can just be himself.

He shrugs with that pained, dutiful smile. The smile that follows him into adversity, the wry humor that is as much his shield as any. “Guess I don’t know how to separate the two.”

Your eyes well all of a sudden as you gaze upon this beautiful and troubled man with so much love in your heart it sends a keeling pang through you. Of course he doesn’t know how. He’s never known how to truly feel distinguished outside the focal point of soldiering. He’s always been so different, but never an individual. Never his own man. Preordained for responsibilities since before his decant, conducive in parental devices and sibling undertakings and leadership skills interchangeably. Always carrying others but who carries him?

You choke on a verklempt breath.

“I can help you.” You sound so small and desperate, sobbing quietly underneath him as your heart breaks alongside his. “Please let me help you…”

In the dark he captures your salty, stray tear with his lips—he always knows—before moving down and swallowing your mouth. Tenderness blooms from his textured lips, soft and sultry and seeping into every capillary. A soft love note pings from you against him when he’s got you like this, cast in a smelter of dire adoration and the overwhelming need to nurture. His touch, his kiss, is a burning ember that brands you even when he pulls away.

“You already do,” he murmurs sweetly against your lips.

[maraudersbiitch]

my tears ricochet {s.b}

 -“You wear the same jewels that I gave you”

description - reader’s family forces them to get the dark mark, on a mission they end up fighting with the order.

warnings - sad, angst, betrayal 

 word count - 1.7k 

You’re dragged out of your bed at midnight, kicking and screaming because you know what’s next and you’re dreading every second of it. You push through the dark, giant french doors and are met with the blistering cold and the aura of pure evil.

Instantly straightening up, refusing to show any weakness in front of the people that would kill you without a second thought and bathe in your screams and blood. Putting on a brave face projecting willingness upon taking the dark mark, when in reality you’ve been threatened, your friends have been threatened, a baby has been threatened and you would be damned if you let your godson get hurt. 

“Ah, Y/n I assume you’re ready to pledge your allegiance to me,” The man with the beady red eyes and the pale face spoke. You hated him, others feared him but you despise him with every inch of your being. You don’t fear the coward, you fear his ideals. 

“Yes My Lord, I am ready,” speaking with a powerful voice meant nothing, on the inside you were quaking with anger, the only things keeping you calm and collected on the outside were the fact that Sirius and Harry could be kept safe, you could protect them better if you knew what Voldemort and his followers were planning. At that moment you couldn’t care what happened to you, you just had to protect them. 

As they say, keep your friends close but your enemies closer.

With the ivory wand pointed to your forearm you watched the black ink bleed into your skin, forming the snake and skull, the mark of darkness, the mark of evil. 

Pain is all you felt in the moment, you may have felt like your blood was boiling before but now you were almost certain you could feel bubbles pop under your skin. Dizziness washed over you as you fell back into someone’s arms.

_

You awoke groaning as the light that invaded your room attempted to blind you, sitting up in your bed you recall the events of the day prior. Horrifying, that is the only way you could possibly describe it. You hated being in a room full of people with such horrendous views, ones you didn’t agree with in the slightest. 

A loud pop beside your bed startles you nearly making your heart jump out of your chest. The house-elf you’ve come to know as Dotty rushes to pull your body out of bed. 

“Miss the dark lord, request your presence this instant,” she said, scrambling around your bedroom pulling out clothing for you to wear. 

Eyes drifting to your still stinging forearm, you wince at the sight. The dark mark, something that you could never remove, something that would most definitely get you thrown in Azkaban.

As you get dressed the elf pushes you out the door, rushing to pull you to the meeting room. Standing outside the doors you mentally prepare yourself for what’s to come. 

Entering the room all eyes turn towards you “ Ahh our newest recruit, I see you're doing better,” the deathly pale man says. 

You gulp “Yes, my lord thank you” he nods pointing to an empty seat at the large table.

“The Order is going to be in the forbidden forest tonight looking for something that they think could weaken me,” he scoffs, “how pathetic” a few of the death eaters in the room chuckle. 

“ Ten of you will be chosen to meet them there and defeat them,” he says looking at the table. “The following Death Eaters will go,” you drone out his voice focusing on keeping your mental shields up, not risking Voldemort penetrating your mind. “ And the last one is Mis y/l/n” 

He looks at you “This will be your first and only chance to prove yourself, don’t disappoint me” 

Refusing to meet his eyes, you respond “Yes, My Lord thank you”

-

Harsh spells are whizzing past you, Unforgivable curses being shot by death eaters. So far you’ve managed to block three fatal curses directed at order members. You couldn’t let them get hurt, you refused to.

Thankfully the mask blocked your face or else all of your friends would be able to see your face. None of them knew you were forced to become a death eater you didn't think they’d understand. 

“Bombarda!” you heard a voice  yell from behind you. Knocking you off your feet, Falling to the ground you internally curse yourself not wanting to turn around and see one of your friends. The last thing you wanted to do was fight one of them in risk of hurting them, you could never forgive yourself for that. 

Pulling yourself together you stand up and whip around and point to the person's chest. You lock eyes with the person and you feel your knees start to wobble. Sirius. 

He looks down and eyes your wand suspiciously before looking back up at you not noticing what your true identity is. You know he would hate you if he found out, he would feel betrayed and honestly you wouldn’t blame him in the slightest.

Fighting with sirius was horrible, you hated every second of it. Only using defensive spells because you couldn’t bring yourself to hurt him. 

You feel someone come up behind you at the moment Sirius sends a painful spell to your chest, sending you back a bit. As you stumble back you feel someone put cuffs on your wrist then the nauseating sensation of apparition.  

You’re shoved onto the ground harshly, vision still slightly blurry from apparating. Someone pulls you from the floor on to a chair, tieing you there. Looking up to see who it was, you see an emotionless expression across Rumus’ face. 

Keeping your head hung not bearing to meet any of your friends eyes knowing the hurt they’ll feel when they take your mask off. Familiar apparition pops surround you.

“I see you got one of them,” one chuckles. You know that voice anywhere, you didn’t even need to look up to know that it was James. 

“Yeah, we were waiting for you guys,” Sirius says “We haven’t taken their mask off yet” he states. 

“Oh I want to do it,” Lily says as she walk up to you, her hand reaching out to pull your mask off. They would never think about you the same and you knew that but you didn’t know how to explain the situation. 

Her soft fingers grasp the edge of your mask as she slowly hooks them around the end pulling it of completely. 

Sharp gasp can be heard from throughout the room as Lily loses her grasp on the mask letting it drop to the ground with a thud. Her hand goes up to her mouth in a feeble attempt to muffle a sob that tries to escape her lips.

Your head drops shielding your tear-filled eyes from your friends, “Y/n, how could you” this time it was Remus, his usual stoic expression gone with only pain and hurt on his features. 

“I’m sorry” was all you could get out without breaking down. “What do you mean you're sorry, you betrayed us” Sirius exclaimed with rage rolling off his tongue “You betrayed me!” he exclaimed this time, with hurt. 

You scoff “You really think I wanted this, I hate them and I’m one of them. Do you really think I did this willingly Sirius, how daft are you?” You say looking into the eyes of the one person that you hoped would believe in you. 

Sirius drags you through the rain, puddles splashing under your feet but you didn’t care. Both of you are giggling like maniacs, utterly in love maniacs. 

He picks you up by your waist and twirls around, peppering kisses on your face. 

“I love you,  I love you, I love you” he exclaims in between kisses.  

“Always and forever?” you ask looking up at him through your lashes which are weighed down by rain. 

“Always and forever” He confirms pulling you into his arms.

The tension between the two of you was painstakingly obvious, as you glared at each other, both with tears in your eyes. 

“Why, then Y/n what possible reason could you have for this” 

You sighed “He threatened Harry, he said he’ll kill him If I didn't join” you looked up at them all having uncertainty in their eyes clearly wanting to believe you but still unsure. “You don’t believe me do you” pain is obvious in your voice. 

“I'm sorry y/n but I'm not sure,” James says as he inches closer to you, holding up a small vial of a potion. You nod knowing where this situation goes next, Tipping your head back and opening your mouth slightly for James to drop the potion in. You grimace as you swallow the bitter liquid.

They ask you again, the same story spilling off your tongue. 

“Please tell me you believe me now,” you sobbed, shame and disgust pooling in your chest. You hated yourself in that moment.

Both Lily and James ran to you and engulfed you in a tight bear hug “Thank you so much y/n thank you for saving him,”lily said as she sobbed into your shoulder.

Sirius cleared his throat from across the room, the non-verbal request was clear. Remus, James and Lily left the room leaving you and Sirius alone. Your head hung in shame and he walked behind you and undid the bounding on your wrist.

“You still wear it” 

Your head shoots up looking at him with a questionable glance. “You wear the same jewels that I gave you,” he says, referring to the dainty necklace sitting comfortably between your collar bones.

You nod, “I’ve never taken it off and I don't intend on taking it off, ever,” he pulls you into a hug.

“I'm sorry I didn’t believe you” he says as he rests his head in the crook of your neck.

You dip your head down to rest on his, “Always and forever” you feel him nod “always and forever he says in response. 

@randomoutsiders

[simpsiren]

the fight or flight;

Zhong Chenle. With this guy, you either need to have high confidence to talk him down or you run away into hiding because his words shoot bullets of force that fires at rapid speed. Don’t get me wrong. He is a fun guy and with his signature dolphin laugh that you can hear miles away, he’s without a doubt a sunshine on his campus. Just be careful. Do anything to his friends and loved ones, and I can simply say, “Off with your head, love.”

description. “Nothing good comes after 3AM.” The famous saying I failed to stand by when my drunken mind thought it was a good idea to get Chenle, the guy that Lucas claimed to be one of the scariest students on campus, to fall in love with me as a bet. I knew there were bound to be consequences for that. It might have been good at first, simply butterflies and rainbows, but I knew in my heart it wouldn’t stay that way, that nothing in my life has ever seem to last long. If life’s going too well, there had to be a downfall.

genre. heartbreaking!, angst, fluff if you squint very very hard

word count. 4k~

warnings. lots of swearing, drinking

a/n. I’m so sorry this is short I really wanted to update you guys but my life’s been too busy pls :( so i decided to shorten the story- by a LoT!! i just wanted to put something out there and not be dead so anyways i hope youll enjoy this either way!

!as they should masterlist!

I downed another shot, the burn moving down my throat making me let out a loud hiss uncomfortably. Just when I wanted to take a break, Yuta pours another shot almost instantly, as if he didn’t need my permission. I gulped and had my eyes halfway closed for quite some time now. The head began to spin and I wasn’t able to see straight no longer, soon resulting in a headache that I so wish could sleep away. Too bad, it’s the group weekly drinking night.

“Who wants to play spin the bottle?” Haechan suddenly suggested, his voice that rang through my ears made me wince silently. I frowned and shook my head. Surprisingly, it seemed that I was the only one that felt like could pas out at any moment. The atmosphere was still lively and energetic. Everyone responded with hums and mere shrugs, asking Yuta who had the bottle of alcohol to pour more like it was a never ending train of action. “Hey, you up for it?” Jaehyun gently nudged my shoulder with his. It made me sit up straight and rub my eyes in an attempt to get my vision to focus.

I groaned and plopped my head onto Jaehyun’s shoulder. With his scent that was practically permanent and always stuck on his body, it sent me a wave of calmness when I softly inhaled it in. “No.” I whispered, shaking my head and getting my head to comfortably lay on his shoulder. Jaehyun hummed and pat my head before looking back to the members. The loud whine of Lucas only wanted to make me roll my eyes as I knew exactly what he was going to say. “Come on! Just a few rounds.” Lucas begged, which made everyone chuckle in amusement. I cuddled up closer to Jaehyun and let out an exaggerated sigh of defeat. Lucas’s face brightened up almost instantly as he clapped loudly and placed an empty bottle on the center of the table.

We played a few rounds, it never landed on me. Some were dared to kiss the one next to them, which obviously they did without question to show off. There were other dares too like ‘Text your ex’ or ‘Prank call someone’. Basically nothing that was illegal. I was just about to fall asleep over the loud sounds of their laughter and chatter then suddenly everyone gasped, in a somewhat amusing manner. I raised a brow, finally deciding to lift my head up to try and understand the sudden change of atmosphere. Before I could puzzle through this, Doyoung shouted, “You got chosen!”

I narrowed my eyes to Doyoung, who had his finger pointed right at me. I slowly trailed my eyes from the edge of his finger down to the bottle. And indeed, the bottle’s end was facing right at me. I sighed and brought a hand up to lazily wave it. “Uh dare I guess? I don’t know...” I mumbled weakly, instantly dropping my head back down to land on Jaehyun’s shoulder. I could hear Jaehyun sigh under his breath at my action. A sigh that said, “You really are this wasted, huh?” Couldn’t blame him. It still surprised me how I was the only one in the whole group that was a light weight.

My eyes scanned over everyone surrounding the table. Sadly, Taeil and Jungwoo couldn’t come tonight due to having the sudden need to step up and study like maniacs and are left in the library to do so. Everyone seemed to have their thinking cap on, wanting to come up with a dare for me. Some had suspiciously wicked smiles. But Lucas’s one was the most intimidating, smiling like a cheshire cat with eyes and mind filled with many evil plans. I could never know what’s running through that weird brain of his. “I got it!”

Lucas voice made me shot up from my lazy posture. It was so sudden and loud it got me to jump and even made Jaehyun do the same from my movement. “I want you to make Zhong Chenle fall in love with you.” Lucas squealed with a burst of excitement. Well, that was certainly unexpected, which was to be expected. But I really never would’ve thought of that. The living room was filled with mixed emotions, some gladly joined Lucas with his evil laughter while others seemed to have a different opinion on this. “Of all things to could dare her you chose that?” Winwin intoned. “And why Chenle of all people?” Taeyong questioned seconds after. I softly hummed, wanting to know as well while I kept my quizzical expression on.

“Why can’t I? Zhong Chenle is like the scariest on campus there is!” Lucas extended his arms out to mimic something that resembled an explosion, or something. “Uh no you’re just easily intimidated.” “He’s younger than you for shit.” The comments that came from Winwin and Johnny made everyone laugh, but I was too tired to do so since my stomach was still aching from when I was having fun hours ago. “Oh come on I just want to see if he’s capable of love!” Lucas quickly retorted, leaning back while letting out a loud whine as if he’s a little kid wanting his lollipop.

“The thing is, you can’t make her fall in love. Things like that happen naturally.” Jaehyun lifted his hand from behind to wrap around my shoulders. I frowned slightly, already wishing I could be in bed. “You know what? Yeah, sure whatever. Someone just take me back to my dorm like right now. My headache is getting worse every second.” I shoved my head into the crook of Jaehyun’s neck, my voice instantly being muffled. Jaehyun, being the only one that seemed to hear me, slowly stood up and lifted me up to my feet as well. The room was yet again noisy and filled with chatter. I was barely concentrating on anything now.

“I’m sending her back, alright guys? Might come back since I don’t have class tomorrow.” Jaehyun announced, everyone humming and nodding their heads in response. Jaehyun turned to me and looked down, his large body in comparison to my much smaller one looming over me. He shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment before walking me out. I turned around and waved at the rest with barely any energy left, unintentionally letting out a giggle in the process.

It didn’t take long for the cold breeze to brush against my face as the soft winds blew by. I had my wraps and legs wrapped around Jaehyun like a koala while he piggybacked me back to the dorms. The pathway we walked on was dimly lit by the orange lampposts that lined the pathway. The trip was utterly silent, with only the leaves and branches that rustled and our footsteps accompanying us on the way. I had my head snuggled into Jaehyun’s neck yet again. But I took a moment to tilt my head up, admiring the ink black sky with the stars shining right over it. Not to mention the moon having its moonlight reflected on everything down on us.

I knew we were already at my dorm room when the door creaked open loudly and warmth began to settle in. Jaehyun continued to carry me till we reached my bed. I let my arms around his neck loose and allowed him to slowly place me on my bed. I quickly grabbed hold of my blanket and wrapped myself in it tightly, getting super comfortable that I could pass out right then and there but Jaehyun sat at the edge of the bed. “You aren’t actually going to do it, right?” Jaehyun asked. I hugged my stuffed animal close to my chest. “What bet?”

“You don’t remember?” I squinted my eyes in an attempt to recall. I gaped my mouth open and nodded. “Ah yeah, that. I mean whatever I guess.” I shrugged in a blasé, god-could-care sort of way. Jaehyun sighed and his lips thinned into a line. “You aren’t in the right mind to even think what you got yourself into.” I scoffed and waved a weak hand as if swatting away his words. “It’s just Chenle. I could try.” Jaehyun smacked his lips and a long pause passed by before he said, “Whatever it is, don’t forcw yourself into it. You’re surrounded by guys who know how to treat a girl right. If Chenle isn’t like me-”

“Stop reminding me of the past, Jae. He fucked me up bad but it’s over. I can’t not be in love ever again.” I retorted, my eyes now fully closed. Jaehyun hummed and placed a light hand on my shoulder before standing up and making his way to the door. Once it was closed shut, I drifted off to sleep the moment after. Jaehyun was right. I really didn’t think about what I had to do. But I was too drunk to even care, with the realisation hitting me the instant I woke up the next morning.

“Fucking hell.”

I had my body leaned against the white wall like a dead person, hopeless and helpless. It’s been weeks and I have yet to find a way to get Chenle to even notice me. I cried out a whine like little child and turned around, letting my back slide down the wall while my body gave in entirely and I was on the floor. I quickly turned my head an peeked out slightly, still seeing Chenle sitting on one of the benches on campus. His hair felt as if it was capturing all the sunlight, wanting to keep it for himself. He looked extremely concentrated on his work, blocking out the world with his earpiece one and not giving a single care. He was minding his own business, not that I didn’t want to interrupt, but would have to someway, somehow.

I swiftly brought my head back and let my head rest, lifting it up with my mouth hung open as I wondered why I was even doing this in the first place. “Nothing good comes after 3AM.” I muttered to myself, letting out a amusing scoff after. I ran a hand down my face to get my head straight. The gears in my head began to turn, trying to formulate a plan that would’ve been simple while gathering my confidence at the same time. I fluttered my eyes open. And as if a miracle had landed on the floor in front of me, someone familiar began walking past. My chest began to fill up with hope, scrambling to get him in the quickest way possible— by his ankle.

He almost tripped, making him gasp as he turned around and looked straight before noticing the grip came from his ankle as adverted his gaze down, meeting my eyes. He arched his brow in a questioning manner. “_____?” Haechan echoed out, quizzically. I quickly let go and stood up, dusting my hands that had bits of dirt stuck to it while I lifted myself off the floor against my jeans. I sighed and looked up to him after doing so. “I’m so glad you’re here.” I said with a bright smile, quickly realising Haechan knew nothing about what I meant. He still had his confused expression on, not knowing the context.

“I need you to give me Chenle’s number.” I explained straight on, a hopeful yet pity look unintentionally sculpted on my face. Haechan narrowed his eyes on me, as if processing my words. After a moment, he turned his eyes to Chenle’s direction and looked back to me. “Him? Why don’t you just ask him?” Haechan suggested with an obvious tone. I smacked my palm against my forehead and shook my head. “You’re in the same major as him. At least he knows you. Just help me.” I pleaded, grabbing his hand in both of mine and batting my eyelids rapidly in an attempt to get his help. Haechan shook his head in small motions and shrugged carelessly. And without a word, he went off in Chenle’s direction.

I poked my head out from the wall to get a clear view yet still wanting to keep myself invisible. Haechan sauntered his way over to the bench as relaxed and normal as ever. He stood right in front of Chenle, leaning forward with his hand gripping the end of the bench. He dipped his head down to Chenle’s level. He might have shocked him since Chenle ended up leaning back and took one side of his earpiece off from the sudden appearance of the familiar face. He slowly leaned in and listened to what Haechan have to say. I didn’t bother trying to listen because the distance would never let me have a chance to anyways.

Suddenly, Chenle’s head began scanning the area. I widened my eyes and quickly moved my head from where it could’ve possibly been seen. I bit my lower lip. He looked as if he was suddenly on high alert like he wanted to identify the presence of someone. Did Haechan tell Chenle that he was told to ask for his number? I silently groan and looked down. “I literally just asked him for his number.” I whispered. I didn’t turned to look back at the current situation, already afraid of what’s coming. I slowly heard footsteps coming closer and closer, and out of spite I turned around and stood strong, expression filled with fury and ready to bust Haechan’s head off.

“What the heck did you even say-” I was too shocked at the sight in front of me that I stumbled a step back, mouth hanging open with the unfinished sentence hanging in the air. Chenle was standing still, arms folded with an expression I really couldn’t make out. I had to admit, with actually looking at him up close, he was indeed attractive. It’s no wonder I hear girls chattering about him at least once a day I walk through the campus. But I wondered why he was never seen with any of them. “You want my number...?” Chenle asked slowly. I could barely process anything right now. My mind went blank for a moment as I let out words like, “Um... Well uh.” for who knows how long. When I finally got myself to stand up proper, Chenle had his eyes darted on me. He had a calculative look on his face, as if scrutinising every inch of my being.

“Yes. Because... I want to be your friend.” I gave myself a mental slap in the face, wanting to slam my head against the wall with how I couldn’t have come up with a better explanation off the top of my head. Chenle’s expression flickered to a shocked one. But as quickly as it came, it disappeared, coming back to his stoically confused face. “Um that’s quite out of the blue. Why?” Chenle was right. It was out of the blue, like a meteor suddenly fell on him when he was simply enjoying life. “I mean why not? I see you could use a study buddy.” I said casually jerking my chin to the empty bench where his papers and bag where still laying there.

Chenle’s lips formed a thin line, looking up with a thoughtful look on his face. He was actually considering it. That, what the first thing that surprised me. Chenle looked back down to me, and the faintest of smile that was almost invisible, he nodded his head and smacked his lips. “You don’t need my number. Just meet me at the library tomorrow, at nine.” I blinked my eyes rapidly, and he was quickly out of my view. I looked to the bench, seeing Chenle walking back to the bench with a calm and laid back posture. He sat down and continued studying.

I had my back against the wall yet again, this time placing a hand to my chest and breathing out a sigh of relief. “I’m actually doing this.” I said to myself. Taking baby steps, I kept telling myself. I’ll make Chenle fall in love. But was it because I had to, or because I wanted to?

Later the next day as the hour hand slowly came close to nine, I was already in the library. I had my bag and books laid out on one of the study tables but I was lounging in the reading area, finding the couch more comfortable than sitting on the cheap wooden chairs of the study table. I was on the fifteenth page of a book I just picked out of a shelve, getting intrigued and tempted to borrow it after we were done studying. I trapped myself in a bubble, away from everything else and not giving a single care for the world and wanting to immerse myself in the book.

Just when I was about to flip to the next page, a shadows comes in front of me, the page now turning just a shade darker. I slowly tilted my head up. Chenle was in front of me yet again, this time his body looming over me while he bent down to meet my eye level. “What are you reading?” Chenle asked. I felt the curiosity in his voice so I answered with a, “It’s a fantasy romance novel.” Chenle’s lips formed an ‘O’ while he nodded and backed up slightly. I sat up straight and shut the book closed in one hand, proceeding to stand up. “So um anyways...” I trailed off, not exactly sure of what to say next.

“Where’s your things?” I stared at him. For a brief moment, I was lost in his looks, but I quickly shook my head to knock them out of me before any of it had an effect. “Uh there.” I quickly pointed to the study tables, simply estimating. “Let’s go.” 

I didn’t know what was it about Chenle, but something in my chest made me wonder that this wouldn’t be so sad after all.

Chenle had his hand interlocked with mine the whole time we were walking around the beach side. Seemed like he never wanted to let go. “Please don’t make this harder than it already is.” I’ve already done Lucas’s dare. I made Chenle fall in love with him. And to be honest, I did as well. But I knew all too well the reason I did was for a dare. A stupid, 3AM drinking dare. We haven’t been dating for long, but my heart would ache each time he turned to look down at me, his smile flashing and capturing all the earth’s sunlight for itself like it deserved it.

“We’re going for ice cream later right?” Chenle questioned me out of the blue. I threw my current thoughts out the window and turned my attention to him. “Again? You’re literally eating one right now!” I scolded, jerking my chin to the ice cream he had in his free hand, which was already left with its cone. Chenle pouted and shoved the rest of the cone into his mouth, chewing with over exaggerated pouts. “Come on I need more ice cream.” Chenle quickly retorted. I let out a loud sigh and smiled. A smile so small, and filled with guilt of what I’m about to do.

Chenle giggled and grinned, his mood getting unnervingly better than it already was as the thought of more ice cream filled his head. Meanwhile, I was having a war in my head, territories of my thoughts being obstructed with the means to do something I wished I would never have to do. We reached the point where the rocks came into view. And the place was silent with nothing but the waves crashing against the surface and the soft winds blowing by and feeling colder than it should be.

“Chenle.” I whisper softly, taking in a deep breath and closing my eyes for a brief moment before doing so. “Hm?” With a hum, Chenle stopped walking and turned to face me. I frowned ever so slightly. “There’s something I need to tell you.” Chenle puckered his lips and nodded, simply carefree. Stop looking like that already. “If we’re being honest...”

There was so much I wanted to say, so many thoughts popping in every direction. My brain was on overload that I was at complete loss of words. My heart was in pain and it’ll be ten times worse after I say it. Not knowing how to beat around the bush, I came to the quick decision of being straight forward. I had to do it. I’m sorry, Zhong Chenle.

“I’m sorry. About all this. What we have... It was just a dare. I was dared to make you fall for me. And I...” I already felt the tears forming in the wells of my eyes and my vision began to blur, Chenle growing blur as well and out of focus. “I never liked you, Chenle.” Saying his name was what did it for me. I wanted my soul to leave my body and have it simply melt away from this situation. I hated it, I hated having to do this. After all that we went through. For the first time in my life, Chenle was all butterflies and rainbows. I never had an argument with Chenle before, because we never had anything to argue about. I couldn’t be holding on to the one that would be much more fitting for someone else out there. He was too good for me, too good for my selfish being.

Chenle gave a blank expression, one that made the worry in my chest sink deeper and deeper into my heart as I watch Chenle process my upfront words. I thought it’ll it hit like hard bullets to the chest. I though he’d be in tears. I thought he’d actually be sad. But none of my assumptions became true at all. For a flicker of a second, I saw it. The look of sadness, torture, pain— all in one. But it disappeared in a flash, and it was quickly replaced with a light smirk and a chuckle of amusement. I was too shocked by his reaction that I couldn’t help but lean back slightly. “Chenle...?”

“And you think I didn’t know.” Chenle placed a gap between our bodies that was pressing againsg each other just minutes ago. He placed his weight on one leg and had a creepily relaxed posture, shoving both his hands into the pockets of his jeans. This unknown side of him sent cold shivers down my spine. I could even feel the hairs behind my neck standing up straight like soldiers. “What?” I questioned. I couldn’t process anything. My thoughts were too preoccupied with Chenle’s surprisingly relaxed composure.

“Don’t you know Haechan’s my friend? He told me everything.” Chenle leaned down to meet my eyes level. His gaze locking to mine. He could turn me to stone. It’s like a kick to the gut. I almost lose it right there but instead I feel panicked ,chest clenching breath coming too fast. A long pause went by. And each second I wanted to fall. “Trust me... I never liked you either.” Chenle smiled. Smiled widely as a cheshire cat. I widened my eyes, and this time I had to take a step back, unable to handle his words.

Chenle’s words lodged like painful arrows covered with venom. He barely said anything yet here I was, cheeks already damped with tears and a body so lifeless I could practically be a zombie. I never thought of the fact that this could’ve gotten hundred times more painful. His words really did shoot like harsh bullets, and he really knew me well enough to say the words that would hurt in the right places. Chenle straightened his back and rolled his shoulders, a light chuckle escaping his lips. He smacked his lips and nodded, turning to the terribly beautiful scenery before meeting my eyes yet again.

“You did have feelings for me. But who knew you’d be the one at the edge of the cliff from this dare of yours?” Chenle whispered. My legs were about to give in. My chest was clenching tighter and tighter, suffocating my lungs and stopping me from breathing in air. “I don’t... Chenle please.” It can’t be true. It was all fake so why am I hurting so much from knowing he felt nothing towards me as well?

“You know well I’m incapable of it. Of love.” And just like that, the world seemed to crumble around us as if leaving only me and him standing right there, tension so high yet piercingly harsh. I had no words, but I guess there really wasn’t any to say at all.

[sleepyimpala]

hot stuff

FANDOM: IT (2017). PAIRING: Richie Tozier x Uris!Reader. GENRE: angst/fluff. WARNINGS: swearing. 

“Tozier! If you touch me again I swear to god I’ll fucking - ” you start, gritting your teeth, failing to think of a threat good enough for the stupid Trashmouth.

Ever since you joined the Losers in the First Grade with the rest of the Losers, Richie hated you. He’d despised you and you despised him an equal amount. The pranks and teasing just got worse throughout the years.

You were happy with tormenting him for the rest of your life, but you just didn’t know why it had started in the first place.

“You’ll fucking what, huh, hot stuff? Call me four-eyes in front of everyone? Draw on my desk with crayons? Put a spider in my locker? Fill my bag with sand?” His eyes sharpen behind his glasses.

All of these things had already been done to him by you, and the two of you never got in trouble for… any of it.

Being Stanley Uris’ twin sister guaranteed you a spot in the Loser’s Club almost immediately, and you’d been the only girl for as long as you could remember.

You and Richie both had a grudge against each other for as long as you could remember. “I’ll fucking - drag you to the sewer, that’s what!”

Although Bill was still traumatised by Georgie you couldn’t care less if you hurt his feelings. Besides. He hadn’t come out of maths class yet, so it was fine.

“Right. As if, hot stuff. Yeah, and I’ll drag you by the own string you used to hang yourself,” he hisses back angrily, adjusting his stupid square glasses.

“Tozier, did you fucking just - ” starts my brother. You wave him off, smirking.

“What the fuck is your problem, Richie?” You start, blinking. “Why are you such a - such a dick to me? Stan, can you go get Bill, please?”

“I’m not leav - ” Stanley starts, shooting daggers at the Trashmouth.

“Please?” You give him one of those looks only twins had.

“Fine.” Your brother sighs and walks off to Bill’s math class, waiting outside the classroom, talking to Bill as he walks out of the room.

“What the fuck is your problem, Richie?” You repeat, blinking again. “Why are you so mean to me? Why do you hate me so much?”

“I don’t hate you!” Richie argues. “I just - you’re so annoying! You don’t belong here! This is an all-boys group! I don’t care if you’re Stanley’s sister! You don’ t belong here, and you never will!”

“You wouldn’t say that if I was Gretta or Beverly Marsh,” you hiss venomously. “I know you’re lying because you’re shit at it! So, why do you hate me so much?” You repeat.

“Well, what the fuck is your problem? Why do you hate me so much?” He tries to distract you from the situation at hand.

“You know I only hate people who hate me back, Tozier,” you grit through your teeth. “Everyone knows that,”

Richie groans in defeat. “Alright, fine,” he hisses. “You wanna know why I hate you so much?” He taunts. You shrug. “I hate you because - because I - ”

“Spit it out, B - Bill,” you hiss, smirking at him, cocking your head in a really bitchy way.

“I - you’re fucking hot, okay?” He exclaims finally. “You’re fucking hot and I’ll never be good enough for someone so hot and I just - Jesus! I’ve liked you since I first met you and I just couldn’t express it, okay?”

“W - what?” Now look who’s stuttering.

“Yeah, I’m in love with you! I can’t let anything happen to you, I’m always afraid that - the fucking clown is going to get you, or - or something, I don’t want anything bad to happen to you, and I - can you just be mine? Please?”

“You still haven’t apologised! You’ve done so many mean things to me! You cut my hair, you dipshit! In the fourth grade? Do you remember that? You put eggnog down my shirt in maths class when I fell asleep, and you blamed it on my brother! You knocked ink all over the book I’d been working on for the whole year! You are such a dickhead, Tozier!”

“Well, I could say the same for you!” He argues back, and you knew it was true. “You cut the strings on my tennis racket! And you glued my shoes together with superglue! You put shit - literal shit - in my school bag! Plus, you let Bowers help you with that! I’m the bitchy one?”

You cackled, then realised that it wasn’t funny. “Right,” you say. “Sorry. You know. About all the stuff I did to you. I was just - really confused! I never knew why you were doing it to me! And ask the rest of the Losers why and they don’t know!” You hug your stomach tight.

“Yeah, I’m sorry too,” he admits. “But it was pretty funny when I cut your hair,” he points out. “I mean, you should’ve seen your face!” He laughs loudly, his stupid face smirking widely as you punched him in the chest, but he doesn’t even wince like other people do. Instead, he just shrugs in response.

“I’ll fucking throw you in the trash, Trashmouth,” you say, smiling playfully. He grins. “But I don’t feel like it right now. So, I hope that you don’t fall asleep tonight. Or ever,” you glare at him, shooting daggers at the boy.

“Aw, come on. You’re that mad?” He pouts. Your eyes widen and your jaw drops, your eyebrows raising angrily.

“You cut my fucking hair, Tozier!” You exclaim. “And I’m still paying for it!” You say loudly.

“Okay, okay. Don’t sleep, got it,” he says, nodding solemnly, adjusting his glasses again, shrugging. “No big deal,”

You groan loudly before he kisses you passionately. You were so surprised that you nearly hit him but then your senses came back to you.

You smiled softly, kissing him back, just as Eddie, Bill, and your brother Stanley walked out of the doorway of Bill’s maths classroom.

“What the holy - ”

“M - mother of G - God - ”

“Are you touching my sister, Tozier!?”

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[starshipsofstarlord]

To Be Human

A/N: Okay, so this is probably my best written piece yet. I’m going to try my best to keep up the quality like this, I just got so inspired by this episode, it was my first time watching it, and now I have finished Season 9. Remember, if you have any requests, feel free to send them in.

There was a reaper on the loose, going by the name of April, searching for the fallen angel Castiel. At this information, you had decided not to spend the time he had with the Winchesters, but going solo on your hunt for the wingless vessel. You had been told of this by Dean as you were on your way back from beheading a vamp, but you knew where the angel was, or at least the overall whereabouts. Unlike the brothers, you had insisted with the man without his grace that you would keep in contact with him. If he ever needed help, he could call you and you’d damn sure be on your way.

“Cas?” You shut your eyes, defeated and worried that you would not find Castiel first. If this reaper did she would do her job and he would be dead. He was your friend, and that was the last thing you wanted. If he were to ever die, he deserved to do so as a soldier of heaven, as he had committed to be once again before his grace had been stolen by Metatron. Not as a human, where his life although meaningful, served no purpose other than vengeance or an order to his killer.

As much as you hated to admit it, you were running low on your faith to find him in time, not that you had much faith in general to begin with. Opening your eyes, you turned down another dark alley, and that was when you saw a man burrowing his face in his knees. From the looks of it you guessed he was homeless, his dirty hair and the fact he was sitting outside of a closed restaurant suggested as much.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for-“ The man lifted his head, and you were met with the purity held within a pair of blue eyes and messy scruff that had once been moderately tamed. “Cas?”

Pushing up from the ground with his hand, you noticed how he shook. He was cold, it was raining which made it understandable, but you had never seen him act so human.

“(Y/N), what are you doing here?” It was common knowledge now that all of the angels had been kicked out of heaven, but he could have come and found you and the brothers. He didn’t need to hide from you.

“I could ask you the same thing.” Crossing your arms, you stared intensely at the angel, making him look away awkwardly. In the past he had been unbothered by it, but his body became uncomfortable naturally all by itself.

“I’m running from the angels. Metatron tricked me, he took my grace as an ingredient for a spell that discarded all of my brothers and sisters from above.” Looking around, you ensured yourself that there were no prying ears. You knew that he was on the run, and that it had to do with heaven, but not that he was a victim to thievery. Castiel continued, noticing your confusion to what that meant. “I am human now. I have no wings, no ability to heal, just a list of confusing things that your kind does.”

The rain was getting heavier. You pushed your hair from your face, looking at the man with sadness. Castiel had saved you all countless times, and when he was in dire need none of you could locate him to do the same in return.

“Let’s get somewhere dry, we can talk more.” He was quick to follow you as you stalked towards your car. As you did so, one thing that your hunter instincts didn’t catch onto was the redhead worker leaving the restaurant.

….

A motel room was not something new to Castiel, but your silence on the drive here had been. When Castiel had his wings, he often did not drive with you and the brothers in the impala, but the times that he had, you were always discussing the matter at hand.

After entering, you had told him to have a shower. When he exited from the restroom, dressed in his dirty clothes, he saw you sat on the bed, your head in your palms. He felt refreshed, but clearly you did not, predictably you were stressed, and the man could not help himself but come and sit beside you.

“What does this all mean Cas?” You mumbled, and then lifted your head, staring at Castiel, searching for any hint of an answer. He had always been so optimistic in conversation, but the reason for that being was probably because he was not human.

Cocking his head, as he had done as an angel quite often, he asked you what you had been expecting. “What does all what mean?”

“Angels are wanting to kill you Cas, and our world could be on the verge of an enormous scaled pandemic caused by them. This stuff happens all of the damned time, but there’s never a reason.”

“Don’t worry, they can’t track me.” He lifted his shirt, showing the ward he had gotten tattooed. You raised your hand, tracing the ink with your fingertips, his body lurched backwards at the contact.

“For now.” He nodded in agreement. “There’s a reaper after you, hired by an angel or something. We’ll have to keep on the move, as you have been doing.” You pulled your hand away, tugging down his shirt. “Get some sleep, you’re going to need it.”

Castiel let his eyes wander around the room. “There’s only one bed.” But then his eyes fell on you, as you lifted your jumper over your head, revealing you white tank top that had became see through from the rain. He had never had such erotic thoughts about you, or anyone or anything in general. Right now however, he couldn’t look away from the visibility of your bra.

“You take it, I’m going to stay awake just in case.” He took a gentle hold of your wrist, pulling you back down onto the bed so that you were sat next to him.

“We can share.” Cas said. You squinted at him curiously and then shrugged, thinking nothing much of his suggestion. It would only be weird if the two of you made it that way. Lifting the duvet, you got under the cover, Castiel copying your actions.

“What is it like, being human I mean, after you have been an angel for such a long time?” The lamp on the bedside table was still on so that you could gauge his reaction. So far you had picked up on him being less stoic and more relatable.

“Strange to say the least. My thinking process is different, I care more about not only my life but those of others. I now can see how precious human life really is. In an instant you can be fathomed by hunger or quenched by thirst, and that feels horrible. There are so many things that are acquired to be done to stay hygienic, like brushing your teeth and showering. I’m going through so many new experiences, ones that I never thought would I apply to me, but now do. To be human is about survival, in the most absurd ways. It is like a breath of fresh air sometimes but I do miss my wings.”

Smiling, you raised your head from the pillow, sitting up and Castiel mirrored your actions. “I’ve missed you Cas, I really have.” Without him, your life felt so full of hatred. Without him, you had no kindness towards heaven or those that had fallen from there.

“As I have you.” You leant your head closer to his. Cas as a human showed affection attributes, like genuine smiles and holding admiration in his eyes. He didn’t move away from the proximity you were lessening between the two of you.

“Would you like another new experience?” He was definitely tempted, you could tell from where his gaze momentarily shifted to and how he bit his bottom lip. As an angel, he would probably have been confused by what you had meant by the question, but he no longer was an angel, so he clearly received and understood the hint.

Cas made the first move, swiftly leaning even closer and pressing his lips against your own. You were quick to melt into the embrace of the kiss, closing your eyes into the process. He wasn’t a bad kisser at all, especially considering this his lack of experience.

“From the moment that I met you, I felt that you would be important to me.” His lips were still brushing your own as he spoke, his hand sliding gently up the back of your tacky shirt. You leant back, pulling it over your head, showcasing the plain underwire bra that had been holding your chest in place throughout the day.

“I was shooting at you.” Letting out a light laugh at the memory, you bit his bottom lip which caused him to moan into your mouth, to which you swallowed that sound. “But luckily those bullets did nothing, and you stood as strong as a tree, with your wings expanding on the wall behind you.”

The mention of his wings made him duck his head in embarrassment. That was how you had known him all of these years, and he had changed, quite significantly. He had watched you age and become more mature with your hunting skills throughout, but during that time he had always remained the same. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay (Y/N).” He assured you, bringing his hands up to trace your ribs. “If I hadn’t lost them, nor my grace, we wouldn’t be here, about to perform sexual intercourse.” He began to unbutton his shirt from the top as you helped him from the bottom of the material.

“Please don’t describe it like that.” His naivety had always humoured you, yet it still brought the same comfort. It confirmed that you were not sleeping with a stranger, but the angel you had always known, even if his back was bare of feathers.

Shrugging out of the unbuttoned button down, your fingers returned to the ward. As you touched it, his fingers remained on your ribs, tracing over the pentagram that had been inked in that spot. And as he made that contact, his lips returned to your own, one of his hands moving down and rubbing your hips through your jeans. Your own ran to his hair, tugging lightly at the strands.

“I take it that you have done this before?” Castiel asked, throwing his head back as you sat upon his lap that was raising from his increase in arousal.  

“Yes.” Reaching behind your back, you unclipped your bra, exposing you breasts to your friend. “Don’t worry about it, you’re the first one that actually matters.”

You rubbed your nose against his, letting your breaths collide as you began to grind down on him. Taking one of his hands into your own, you cupped it around your breast, letting him feel you and the flush that was residing under your skin.

“Can we take our pants off?” In reply, you kissed him again. You worried that you would become addicted to the contact, this contact. He was such a gentleman even in this moment, and it made you feel special, appreciated.

“Of course, Clarence.” You laughed at the name, something you had called him a couple of times after interactions with Meg. As you got off of his lap, you nipped his lip, causing a groan to rumble from him.

Once both of your pants were off, and the two of you were left in your underwear, Castiel rolled you over so that he was on top, looming down at you with a lustful darkness gleaming in his irises. With your feet, you began pushing his boxers down, and when they had gotten as far down as you could get them, Castiel removed them the rest of the way.

“Are you sure you want to do this with me?” He asked sweetly, making you look up at him unbelievably. You took your own underwear off, tossing them past his shoulder and somewhere on the motel room floor.

“That was supposed to be my line.” You corrected him, smirking at the redness that was building upon his cheeks. “To answer your question though, I know I do.”

With that, Castiel began pushing into you, causing the pair of you to moan and throw your heads back in pleasure. He had never felt anything so good, and the feeling only got better as he moved within you. Now he understood why Dean would bed many women and why he had encouraged the angel to do the same when it was supposed to be their last day on earth.

If it felt this good for him, he could only imagine how it felt for you. Sweat was building on your forehead, more collecting there with every move he made. The marks you were clawing into his shoulders only made this experience that much more surreal for him.

“Don’t stop.” You whined, biting the inside of your cheek. The angel would be damned if he had any intention of doing so. But as your walls clenched around him, he felt something greater. There was a pressure in the bottom of his stomach that was increasing with every stroke he practised inside of you.

So, he didn’t stop. He kept going until he felt a wet consistency escape you and pool over him, and he repeated such an action upon you. And that was when he realised, that he had just orgasmed. Regretfully, he pulled out of your warmth, flopping on the bed beside you, gasping for air.

“Holy shit Cas.” Your face was flushed, and there was a wetness to your eyes. “Are you sure you’ve never done that before?” Similar to him, you were breathing heavily, clearly exhausted from your activities.

“I think I would have remembered if I had.” He turned to you rather than the ceiling, brushing your hair back with his large hand. “I wouldn’t be opposed to doing it again though.”

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It really was a pity to be wakening Castiel, he looked so peaceful when he was asleep, but the two of you had to keep moving. If this reaper found you, you dreaded what would happen to the man. He had many targets on his head, and you were trying to stop him from being shot.

He groaned as you shook his shoulder, wanting to stay asleep. That was a human quality you could relate to, but not one you were privileged of having as a hunter.

“Castiel, we have to go.” Reluctantly, he got up and dressed himself as you previously had. He went into the bathroom, leaving you to ponder in your thoughts as you looked at the bed the two of you had more than shared. What did this mean for the two of you? Was it just a one night deal? Being a hunter made you no stranger to such ordeals. It was a price amongst many that had to be paid for living such dangerous lifestyles.

There was always something supernatural lurking, and it was your sworn duty to execute any threats. You quickly grabbed your angel blade as the front door began to open, revealing a woman with red hair. It wasn’t hard to guess what it was. It was the reaper, and she found Cas to your dismay.

“Is it too early for room service?” She asked you, walking past the threshold of the room. Instinctively, you stood in an offensive position, your weapon gripped in your dominant hand.

“I don’t mind taking the trash out.” You replied, looking her dead in the eyes. You allowed her to come closer, thrashing your arm out in attempts to stab her. But creatures of death were stronger than humans, and so she grabbed your arm, holding it securely as she bashed your head a couple of times into the bedframe. And just like that, you were out like a light.

When light returned to your vision, you saw Cas tied to a chair, blood drawn on his exposed chest in lines through his flesh. The reaper was torturing him, and you shifted in attempts to stop her infliction, but similar to Cas, you were bound to a chair. There was no longer hope praying to the man across from you, he could not be a saviour to either one of you, instead you trusted the Winchesters would get here in time. If they didn’t, you weren’t keen on how far she would take this torture.

“Let him go.” Growling at her drew her attention, and April began towards you, though not fully leaving Castiel. His pain was etched in her mind and dripping down the angel blade she held, he was her mission, and she would not be one to give it up so easily. In return to your demand, the reaper laughed at you. The predicament was not ideal, you were giving her orders whilst you were her captive.

“Is that so you can fuck him again, hunter?” Her question made you sick. There was a chance she had been watching the whole exchange, it was an intimate moment, and it was supposed to have been a private one as well. Your stomach churned at the thought, dulling you into silence. This was one of many reasons why you resented and ended the lives of monsters, their manners were crippled along with their natures.

The carpet appeared more interesting than her face. It held the mud that you had dragged in with your boots, making the soft texture rough. You wanted to look away, but you couldn’t look at the monster as she returned to Cas, hearing his protests and noises of pain. You came here to save him, and that was the one thing you were failing at.

“How about I talk to your friend here, then perhaps you will give me the answers to my questions.” April turned to you once more, her presence pulling your eyes up from the floor. In response to her attention, you spat rudely at the reaper, earning yourself a slap against the side of your face. Her palm burned as though she had heated it from the depths of hell itself, your head whipping in the same direction it had swept.

“You’re going to have to do better than that.”  She saw your remark as a challenge, and so she grasped the sleek silver blade and ploughed it through your chest, which caused Cas to scream out at the sight and prickling of agony. Everything blurred as the sharp edge tapped your heart, sending you to a darker place than earth.

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New life, it was a great gasp of air, or series of them. Your hand reached up, feeling the closed flesh upon your chest. The wound was gone, and so was the reaper, her vessel laid motionless on the floor, as did Sam, until he suddenly lurched up, appearing exhausted.

And then you saw him, alive. Castiel. You looked down to see your binds untied and on the motel floor, and you were quick to stand and go to him despite your light headedness. His eyes were shocked to see you fine, he was certain he had witnessed your death.

Death, there were so many annotations. You had been to purgatory, and Sam had assumed death had wreaked a toll on you, his brother and the angel. But here you all were, breathing human intakes of air, surviving the backlash of heaven.

“You were wrong Cas.” You began. “To be human is to be on the verge of death, overlooking it from a cliff that will one day erode. If I were you, I’d search for any variable that could restore your grace. At least then you wouldn’t succumb to such vulnerability and exposure. You would be free of this pain, and any desire you have, you’d have the strength not to give into it.”

As the brothers stared at you, confused by your outburst, you fled the room, going to your ‘borrowed’ car only to find that presumably the reaper had deflated them with the blade. That meant that you would have to ride with Sam and Dean, keeping what had happened to yourself in the same pattern as they were. They always had secrets, and you could sense something was not right in this scenario. You were beyond sure you were on the lift down to hell, and for once it was not Cas raising you from below. It was something else playing with the routine of the afterlife, and you were determined to find the conclusion as to what it was.

Opening the back door of the impala, you sat, looking out of the window as the three men exited the rented room. Last night Castiel saw you at your peak, at your most vulnerable. It couldn’t happen again, you wouldn’t allow it. You had tried keeping a straight line of professionalism the entire time you had been exorcising demons and beheading vamps, it was against your code to allow an angel to get that close. He was your friend, yes, but you couldn’t allow him to be anything further than that, no matter how your pulse flickered in his presence.

[dejayoonw]

hold tight , jjk 

part 13 | in deep

pairing: jungkook x reader ft jimin

word count: 3.9k

warnings: threesome, dirty talk, praise, teasing, pet names, degradation, oral(m & f receiving), male on male action, deep throating, face fucking, fingering, double penetration, unprotected sex, rough sex, ass play, anal.

a/n: this is part 13 of my jungkook social media au, hold tight. i do recommend reading the series to understand this written part, but did try to make it easily understandable even if you haven’t read the series.

taglist: @silentlyimpractical @lovelymultiwrites @itboykook @kimnjss @hannahdinse8 @ashleyjoyx

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Waking up next to Jungkook had become a regular occurrence for you since the two of you started your arrangement. It made the most sense, spending the night together then parting the next morning since you often met up late at night. Plus, you hated to make him drive home so late and he didn’t like you taking ubers alone. Neither of you thought anything of it, it didn’t mean anything, really. Though you definitely caught shit from your friends for it. 

“Oh you decided to come home before noon this time?” Taehyung teased when you tried to quietly sneak into the house. When you’d seen Hoseok’s car parked outside you knew if they saw you you’d never hear the end of it. 

“Aw leave her alone Taehyungie, she’s young and in love. I think it’s cute.” You groaned at your older friends teasing and sat down in between the two boys on the couch leaning your head against Tae’s shoulder.

“We’re not in love.” You whined adding a pout for good measure. Usually this method worked on the majority of your friends, but not Taehyung. 

“Then would you mind telling him to stop staring at you like you’re the most perfect little angel baby he’s ever seen anytime you so much as sneeze.” Your best friend groaned. You couldn’t help but bite back a laugh at his complaint. You knew he hated the flirty stuff, it had always been cringy to him especially if it was you. He saw you as a sister and no one wants to see their sister flirt. 

“I can't help it if I am the most perfect little angel baby he’s ever seen, Taehyungie.” You said pinching his cheeks making him roll his eyes at your antics. He wasn’t really mad, in all honesty he liked Jungkook. You’d been single for a long time now and he knew you were scared to date again. Seeing you happy after feeling so defeated was really nice. ”Anyways, I’m home early for a reason, I need to get ready for a scene we’re shooting today.” 

“Oh doing another one with Jungkook?” Hoseok asked you. You smiled to yourself, it always made you feel good when any of your non cammer friends asked you about your work. It made you feel more comfortable about your job.

“Yep, and Jimin.” You were honestly nervous for the scene today, though you weren’t sure why. You were comfortable with both guys and you trusted them, so why did your stomach do flips every time you thought about it? 

“Oh fun, I guess that’s why you wanted to hang out today.” Hoseok said regarding Taehyung who was visibly uncomfortable with the current topic. 

“I knew she was filming today, I didn’t know what though. Kinda wish I still didn’t.” You had made it a point to always check with Taehyung first before scheduling a shoot at your shared home. You respected him & never wanted to make him feel weird in his own home. You’d both talked when you started this job and he made it clear that while he was a bit uncomfortable hearing details he still supported you and wanted you to do whatever makes you happy. 

Once the boys left you started getting yourself ready. You’d already planned out your outfit, so after a nice long shower you put on your soft pink lacy set from La Perla, courtesy of Somin, and a silk pink robe. 

Just as you were finishing your hair you heard the obnoxious banging on your door that could only mean Jimin had arrived. 

“Damn babe, look at you gettin’ all fancy for me and your boy toy.” Jimin said taking your hand and spinning you around.

“Oh please, this is all for my viewers.” You teased earning a smack on the butt as you tried to run away. 

“You two better not have started without me.” Jungkook called from the open doorway that you and Jimin had abandoned. His appearance nearly took your breath away, your stomach doing that flipping thing like from before. He had his ink covered arms on display in a plain white tee with some ripped blue jeans. Such a simple outfit but Jungkook made it look so, so good. 

“You didn’t drool over me like that when I came in.” Jimin pouted. His mood wasn’t down for long though, noticing the bags Jungkook was carrying. “Hey, what’s that?” 

“Oh, well I know Yn likes to eat after filming but I also know she never has food, so I picked some up for all of us.” Jungkook explained. You couldn’t help but smile at how thoughtful he could be. Especially since the two of you were just friends, how would he be if you actually dated? Wait, you didn’t really just think that did you? 

“Damn, you want another fuck buddy? ‘Cause if that’s the treatment you’re giving out count me in.” Jimin teased, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

“Go call Taemin if you want a fuck buddy, this one’s mine.” You said pulling Jungkook into the kitchen, feeling a sense of possessiveness wash over you.

“Yours huh?” Jungkook mumbled, smiling down at you teasingly. You rolled your eyes and lightly shoved him away feeling your face heat up. Jungkook’s hands gripped your hips, pinning you back against the counter before kissing you, already missing your lips even though you’d just seen him a few hours earlier.

“This is adorable, truly, but shouldn’t we get started on filming so we can get them both done today?” Jimin said from the kitchen doorway. The smirk on his face told you he just wanted an excuse to tease you. 

“Jimin, you know I can film my video without you right?” You threatened, keeping an innocent smile on your face. Jungkook chuckled beside you before throwing his arm around your shoulder. 

“Easy tigress, lets not kick Jimin out just yet.” He said, pulling you along with him towards your bedroom. 

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“Hurry up and get the camera ready Jungkookie or else Jimin and I might just start without you.” You teased not knowing he had just hit record on his camera. He looked over at you with a playful glint in his eyes as if to tell you you’d just messed up. 

“If you don’t watch yourself little girl I can think of more than enough ways to torture you, as I’m sure Jimin here can. You glanced over your shoulder where Jimin had made himself at home on your bed, only to find him nodding along with Jungkook. “Think you can behave so we can all get what we want tonight?” 

You nodded, keeping your eyes locked on your fidgeting hands, not able to keep Jungkook’s intimidating gaze for more than a few seconds. You felt the bed dip in front of you and before you could react Jungkook's grip was on your throat, forcing your chin up with his thumb.

“I didn’t hear you baby girl?” He said, you should know by now Jungkook never lets you get away with a simple nod, he always wants to hear you. 

“Y-yes, I can be good.” Jungkook hums at your response, letting your throat go. You fall back slightly only to land against Jimin’s chest, you feel him chuckle before he wraps his arms around your waist, letting his hands wander inside your robe. Once his hands reach your breasts your back arches against him, letting out a soft sigh at his touch. 

Before you could get too into his ministrations Jimin unties your robe, letting it fall down between the two of you. He pulls your legs apart, giving the camera and Jungkook a perfect view of your clothed pussy. Jungkook locks eyes with Jimin, wondering if he's getting at what Jungkook hopes he’s getting at.

“Go ahead Kook, taste her, then remind me how she tastes, it’s been so long.” Jimin tells the younger man. Jungkook wastes no time, diving in to lick a stripe up your lacy panties pulling a whine from you. You softly beg him for more and he’s happy to oblige, pulling down the pretty panties to reveal an even prettier sight. Jimin spreads your legs further to give a better view. Jungkook let out a grunt before getting to it, latching onto your clit right away. Your high pitched whines were filling the room as Jungkook ate you out like it was his last meal. Squirming against Jimin you quickly felt yourself getting close to the edge. 

“How is she, Jungkook?” Jimin questioned, his breath on your neck making you shudder. Jimin’s fingers dug into your thighs to hold you still while Jungkook dipped down to lap up some of the wetness you’d spilled. You let out a frustrated huff when Jungkook stopped. 

“Don’t be greedy, little girl. You heard Jimin, he wants a taste too.” Jungkook hummed, shooting you a devilish grin before shoving his tongue into Jimin’s mouth. You heard Jimin moan into Jungkook's mouth and felt his already hard cock get harder against your back. The sight of them making out so close to you, their tongues fighting each other for dominance, it was almost enough to send you over the edge. 

As if he could hear your thoughts Jungkook pushed two of his fingers into you, making you moan loudly. With Jimin’s fingertips pressing into your thighs, surely to leave little bruises, and Jungkook's fingers pumping in and out of you, you couldn’t hold out anymore. You came all over Jungkook's fingers, your walls pulsing while he let you ride out your high.  Pulling away from Jimin, Jungkook grinned, placing a kiss on your shoulder. 

“I think our little slut liked seeing us kiss.” Jimin commented, biting down on your other shoulder before running his tongue over the marks he’d left. Clearing his throat, Jimin pushed Jungkook back to rest against your foot board. “I bet she’d like even more to choke on your cock.”

It was then you noticed just how hard Jungkook was. Guilt flooded over you as you realized how neglectful you’d been to the both of them, just letting them please you while you sat there like a limp noodle. You rushed to make it up to them, fumbling with Jungkook’s pants to get them off before pushing your ass up for Jimin to fuck you. Jimin chuckled at your eagerness but to your surprise he tapped you on the butt telling you to sit back down before he joined you at your side. 

“We’ll get to me in due time, baby. For now, I’m going to help you get our friend here off.” Jimin said, his smooth voice turning you on almost as much as his idea. “How about you help Jungkook finish getting out of his pants, you know better than to halfway do a job don't you baby?”

“Yes sir.” You breathed, quickly pulling Jungkook’s jeans down the rest of the way. You looked up at Jungkook, really looking at him for the first time since you had gotten started. His eyes were already on you, hooded and tired looking but you knew he was far from sleepy. Reaching out to you, Jungkook caresses your cheek softly, pushing your hair back behind your ear. You loved how soft Jungkook could be amidst all the demanding and dominating behavior. He knew you loved being handled like a slut but praised like a princess. To help you out, Jungkook pulled his member from his boxers before nodding at you to start. 

You made sure to get the okay from Jimin before diving in to take Jungkook in your mouth. It had only been some hours ago you had his cock down your throat, something about him wanting to treat you to breakfast in bed. Regardless of the short amount of time since you’d last tasted him, you couldn’t help but feel like you’d been starved up until this point. 

Jimin’s hand tangled in your hair, lightly guiding you up and down Jungkook’s cock. He gave you just a few seconds to adjust to Jungkook’s size before he was forcing you further down until your nose had started to touch Jungkook’s pelvis. Holding you there for a moment until you let out a gag, Jimin pulled you off of Jungkook by your hair. He smiled at you, wiping the drool off your chin before silently asking you if he could take over. You knew he and Jungkook had discussed what they were okay with as had you and Jimin. You’d already told Jimin that as long as Jungkook was okay with it he could do anything he wanted to do with your fuck buddy. 

Watching Jimin suck cock was always a sight to see, it wasn’t the first time the two of you had tag teamed someone, usually it was Taemin but still. This was a new one for you and Jungkook but you could tell he was thoroughly enjoying himself. You couldn’t keep your eyes off his face, his mouth hung open, eyes shut tight as his grip on Jimin’s hair tightened every time Jimin did something he liked. Is this how he looked when you sucked his cock? 

“Aw, look at the little slut, getting so turned on watching you get your dick sucked. Greedy little thing cant stop rubbing her thighs together. You’re the only one here who’s gotten to come and here you are, looking so desperate to come again. Get over here and finish Jungkook off like a good girl.” Jimin commanded, grabbing you roughly and forcing you to take Jungkook’s cock to the hilt. Jungkook already knew this was how Jimin was with you when filming. He also knew you must like it from the way you were whining at every word, practically begging him with your eyes to keep going. Still Jungkook couldn’t help but want to give you what you really wanted. 

“Isn’t she doing such a good job, Kook? So eager to gag on your cock like the little slut she is.” You could tell Jungkook was getting close from the way his fists were tightening and releasing your sheets, which only fueled you more. You started to bob your head faster, staying as far down as you could for as long as you could, swallowing around his cock. You were getting ready for him to release down your throat when Jungkook pulled your head back off of him. 

You weren’t confused for long when Jungkook shoved you back onto the bed, hovering over you. You nearly moaned when you felt the weight of his cock against your inner thighs. Jungkook swallows your whimpers in a kiss, his tongue colliding with your own. You could still taste yourself on his lips which only lit the flame in your belly more. Reaching out to search for Jimin you felt Jungkook chuckle into your mouth before pulling away. 

“Always looking to please, huh?” Jungkook smiled down at you, rubbing some of the tears and drool off your face from moments ago. “Jimin, I think our little girl wants you.” 

“Both of you.” You whined, giving Jungkook your best pleading eyes, you knew they worked best on him. 

“You think you can handle both of us?” Jungkook questioned, he knew you could. His girl could handle it, but he wanted to make sure you weren’t feeling nervous like you had been before. 

“I can handle it daddy, want to feel both of you.” You said, grabbing at his shirt to pull him back to you. Jungkook ran a finger through your hair, silently asking if you were sure before giving you a soft kiss when you nodded at him. Jimin had to bite back a smile realizing just how much you and Jungkook really cared for each other. He wondered when or if either of you would realize it. 

“Jimin,” Your soft whines brought the older man back to reality. “please come back.”

“I’m coming angel, I was just getting this.” He told you, standing next to the bed now undressed and waving the bottle of lube you’d set out. “Kook why don't you take off that shirt and lay back and let our baby girl ride you?”

Jungkook definitely wasn’t going to say no to that. Once he’d gotten comfortable on the bed Jimin helped you, grabbing your waist and setting you down onto Jungkook's dick. The unexpected stretch burning so good making both you and Jungkook let out moans. Jimin held you up slightly so Jungkook could pound into you from below making your legs want to give out completely. 

“How does she feel Kook?” Jimin asked, reaching down to rub at your clit. 

“Like heaven, so fucking tight and warm.” Jungkook told him, his thrusts never letting up. You could already feel yourself getting close again. Jungkook reached up to grab your tits, while Jimin kept up with Jungkook’s pace on your clit. All of it was too much, you couldn’t hold out anymore. You nearly screamed out feeling that coil snap, your eyes shut tight. Jungkook himself cursed at how tight you’d gotten. He rode out your second orgasm until you finally collapsed on top of him. Both boys silently agreed to give you a moment after that one, knowing how intense it had been. 

“You okay pretty girl?” Jungkook mumbled in your ear, his large hands rubbing up and down your back soothingly while Jimin prepped himself for the next part. 

“Hmm, I’m okay.” You hummed, nuzzling into Jungkook's chest. Jungkook chuckled lightly at you, thinking you were the cutest in this state. 

“You okay to continue angel?” Jimin asked, rubbing his hands over your ass. 

“I’m ready, sir.” You nodded, arching your back slightly to give him a better view. The view couldn’t get any better, your pretty ass on display for him, Jungkook’s cock still sheathed inside you. Not wanting to waste another second, Jimin uncaps the lube in his hand, dripping some over his fingers before spreading your ass apart with his free hand, adding some over your tight muscle. Jungkook’s chest is used to muffle your whines when you feel Jimin’s finger circling your entrance. 

“Feels good, angel?” Jimin practically sings, teasing you about how much he knows you enjoy this. You answer him by pushing your ass towards him, practically chasing his finger. Jimin chuckles before giving in, normally he’d tease you, but his throbbing untouched cock was pleading with him to get on with it almost as much as you were. The feeling of Jimin’s finger entering you pulls a whine from your throat. It burned, but still somehow felt so, so good. Jungkook soothingly whispered praises into your ear, and that’s when you remembered he was still inside you, probably dying to cum with your tight walls around him. 

Just as you moved to kiss the poor boy below you, Jimin added another finger, making you practically scream into Jungkook’s mouth. Between that and the fact that every time Jimin did anything new you’d clench around him, Jungkook was getting so close to cumming. He willed himself to wait, knowing it would be worth it. 

Jimin’s fingers worked to get you ready for him, scissoring in and out of you to stretch you open for his needy cock. Quickly all the burning pain turns into pure pleasure and you’re whining for more. 

“Look at the pretty little slut, practically begging to be fucked.” Jimin taunts, curling his fingers inside you making you moan into Jungkook’s chest. “You think you’re ready, angel? Want me to fill up your needy little hole?” 

“Please.” You cry, clenching around both Jimin’s fingers and Jungkook’s cock at the thought.

Jimin covers his cock in lube, adding some more to your waiting hole for good measure before lining himself up to your entrance. Inching in slowly so as not to hurt you, Jimin makes sure you have time to adjust before pushing himself in to the hilt, moaning at how tight you were around him. The feeling was all too much, with Jungkook’s cock twitching inside you and Jimin’s filling up your other hole you were falling apart between the two. 

In all the times you’d done this with Jimin, and there were many, he’d never seen you react like this. Shaking beneath him you were crying into Jungkook's chest from how hard your orgasm had hit you. All he could do was watch in awe as Jungkook soothed you, trying to calm you down. “If it’s too much we can stop, Yn.”

With your tear stained cheeks you sniffled, looking back over your shoulder at Jimin. “No, I’ll be fine, please, please use me. Want both of you to fuck me.” 

How could either of them say no to that? Jimin nodded at you, moving slowly before you dropped your head back down, begging him to go faster. Jungkook remained still beneath you, not wanting to overwhelm you. “Please Daddy, please fuck me, want to feel your come inside me.” 

“Fuck..” Jungkook bit down on his bottom lip looking down at your wide eyes, pretty and innocent looking. How you could look so cute in a moment like this Jungkook would never know. “Okay pretty girl, if you’re sure you can handle it.”

You knew it wasn’t meant to be challenging, but it made the need to please him that much stronger. Biting down on his collarbone you pulled one of your hands between the two of you to play with Jungkook's nipples, knowing how sensitive they were. That was just what he needed to be pushed over the edge. His grunts and moans along with the feeling of both Jimin and Jungkook pounding into you had you hitting your fourth orgasm of the evening. This one hitting you so hard that your vision blurs and your ears are ringing.

Jimin wasn’t far behind, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he releases his load. Reaching over to grab the camera off its stand, Jimin points it where you and him are connected, getting the perfect shot of his cock pulling out of you, his come trickling down to where Jungkook is still inside of you. “Come on pretty girl, lets see that pretty pussy full of Daddy’s come.” 

You lift your hips up, Jungkook’s softening cock falling out while Jimin films your come filled hole. You let it all drip out, unfortunately onto Jungkook’s stomach just before Jimin ends the video. You mumble an apology to Jungkook who clearly does not mind, before collapsing onto the bed next to him. Jimin disappears to your bathroom to get the two of you a washcloth and also to give you a moment alone with Jungkook. 

The younger man pulls you close to his side, brushing back your hair that had stuck to your forehead before giving you soft kisses all over your face. He’s humming words of praise to you telling you you’re such a good girl, did so well when you feel yourself start to drift off. You don’t remember falling asleep, or Jimin coming back in and giving Jungkook a cloth to clean you off. You also don’t remember Jungkook putting a shirt and panties on you and helping you get comfortable underneath the covers. You don’t remember him turning the lights out and going into the kitchen where Jimin had gone to get you water. 

All you remember is waking up in the middle of the night to a glass on your table with a note from Jungkook telling you he was in the living room only to get up to find him asleep with the tv illuminating his features in the dark room. You remember waking him up and telling him to come lay down with you, only for him to pull you down with him on the couch, holding you close and falling back asleep. You remember thinking he looked cute when he slept, and was his nose always this pretty? All before you fell asleep realizing just how in deep you were and hoping you could at least hide it for a bit longer.

[teruthecreator]

Red Lines, Blue Hearts

hi friends! remember how i keep saying i’m going to write something, and then i do anything but? today’s “anything but” is brought to you by this epic and emotionally laboring art by matt (@accesscodex), as well as his chaos!fitzroy au which injures my soul. i don’t feel like putting this on ao3 but!! my ao3 is always available if you would like to see my other graduation crimes. 

reblogs > likes and i hope y’all enjoy!!! 

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The first thing Fitzroy sees when his body is released from Chaos’ grasp is red. 

Pinkish-red scars litter nearly every inch of his body, permanent reminders of the power he let consume him. Some follow the pathway of his veins, like the ones on his legs. Others are large patches that once revealed the pearlescent skin Chaos manifested underneath, like on his face and back. There are a few that look to be a result from fighting, puncture marks or slashes in odd spots across every plane of skin. Along with the dull pain that persists for weeks after, they leave Fitzroy feeling mangled and ugly. Like a porcelain doll shattered by a rowdy child, glued back together but never looking quite the way it once did. 

His friends have done a good job keeping his mind off the changes. Rainer comes over every week to repaint his nails and catch him up on what’s happening outside the safety of his room. She always extends the offer for him to meet at her place, but he always refuses. The wounds of what he did under the control of Chaos are still too fresh, and he’d rather spend months in solitude than force the people around him to relive through any of the destruction he caused. 

Buckminster and Leon (now restored to his human form) also visit with new cloaks and waistcoats for Fitzroy to try on; the excuse being they accidentally bought a size too small or large, even when the garments look ill-fitting for the pair at a glance. The brothers will then sit on Fitzroy’s bed and demand a fashion show, Leon politely clapping as Buckminster narrates each outfit with overabundant dramatics. They never ask for anything in return, nor will they accept the gold Fitzroy shoves into their hand each time. 

“It’s what friends are for!” Buckminster will say, patting Fitzroy on the back heartily (yet gently, so as to prevent any flare-ups of pain).  

Althea Song stopped by once, meekly peeking into Fitzroy’s room with a large bag in hand. He later found out the bag contained a number of hair and skin products for people with sensitivities. They spent the next hour smelling lotion scents and talking self-care. Admittedly, Fitzroy had pretty much stopped both his hair and skin routine after his faculties returned to him; the thought of even staring at himself in the mirror for that long gave him the shivers. So it was nice to have an excuse to start trying to mend the damages done to his body, even if he had to cover his mirror for the time being. At the end of her visit, Althea nervously extended her arms for a hug, which Fitzroy hesitantly allowed. The moment was a little tense, but overall nice. Althea murmured some encouragement that was lost to Fitzroy, who was too in his head to hear. 

Althea smelled of maple and charcoal. Just like his mother. 

It is a few days after this visit that Fitzroy sees something else, something he lost in all the constant red lines and marks. 

Blue roses, delicately painted along the skin of his left wrist. Marred by two lines of red, crossing out the pristine image permanently. 

The sight broke Fitzroy’s heart in twain. 

The tattoo was, admittedly, a bit of an impulsive decision. After spending nearly every day with the other two Thundermen, the roses on Argo’s right arm became a bit of a focal point for Fitzroy’s dazed stares. There were...quite a few reasons why his gaze always seemed to drift to the genasi, as loathe as Fitzroy was to admit to that, at first. But the roses were different; they were beautiful, matching Argo’s complexion perfectly and complimenting the rest of the art painted up that arm. After a while, the flower became synonymous with Argo. Fitzroy would pass by a rosebush and suddenly images of Argo’s sharp-toothed smile would flash through his head. He would smell rosewater and hear Argo’s boisterous laugh echo through his skull. The two became intertwined--land and sea, beauty and beauty. 

So, when Rhodes invited him to New Hope to touch up one of her forearm tattoos, he felt compelled to get the roses. It was only after the deed was done--artist paid, skin wrapped in a tight plastic, and instructions handed to him on how to care for the new ink--that Fitzroy realized how weird this was. Him and Argo weren’t even an item, yet! 

Not that they would be, or that Fitzroy even wanted them to, but-- 

You know what? Never mind. 

He couldn’t hide the tattoo forever, at the very least. The topic would have to be breached. Would Argo be offended that Fitzroy copied his tattoo without asking? Would he feel weird that they technically have matching tattoos? Would he...like it? Would he find it sweet or endearing that Fitzroy thought of him so much he wanted a tattoo to match?

After two weeks of hiding it and a week of teasing from Rainer (after she saw it during one of their study sessions), Fitzroy randomly showed it to Argo. He attempted to not be weird about it--simply rolling up his sleeves while he did homework with Argo in their common area--but Argo only noticed after a handful of dramatic coughs and awkward arm movements on Fitzroy’s end. Once he saw it, though, his eyes lit up with delight. He immediately reached out to grab Fitzroy’s wrist, leaning across the table to admire the artistry on his skin. The contact lit a fire in the pit of Fitzroy’s gut; a fire that continued to burn for months after.

A fire that doused in the wake of seeing his roses ruined. 

Instinct overrides rational thought as Fitzroy stands up from his bed, maimed wrist planted firmly at his side to hide the truth from his eyes. His legs carry him to Argo’s room, who was in bed studying. Argo’s head shoots up just as Fitzroy’s body leans and collapses into the embrace of the genasi. The tears unconsciously streaming down his face continue to fall as Argo’s arms come to envelop him. 

“F-Fitz? What’s goin’ on?” Argo asks, his voice gentle but concerned. Fitzroy hiccups a few sobs, feeling weak and helpless and utterly broken, as he leans back to show Argo his wrist. It takes a second for Argo to pinpoint the problem, but once he does he lets out a soft, “Oh.” 

“I-It’s broken,” Fitzroy whimpers, leaning his head onto Argo’s right shoulder. “I-I ruin--ruined i-it!” 

“Aw, no, hey,” Argo says, gently carding through Fitzroy’s platinum locks. “This isn’t your fault.” Fitzroy stubbornly shakes his head, face still pressed into Argo’s shoulder. 

“Y-Yes it is because I a-allowed them to do this to m-me.” Fitzroy’s voice warbles with his cries. “I-I wanted p-power, and they knew that, and th-they used me to g-get what they wanted because I didn’t stop them. A-And then they hurt you, and Master Firbolg, a-and Rainer, and the school, and the town, a-and nearly the world if--if you hadn't stopped them.” Every point of contact with the rogue is both a soothing salve and a knife to his skin. He burns with the broken, defeated rage of man with nothing. “A-And they’ve broken me, Argo! I--I can never return to normal, I can never be who I o-once was, I-I’m ruined!” 

“Hey!” Argo’s voice is stern, yet his touch is gentle as he pulls Fitzroy’s head off his shoulder to look him in the eye. It’s then Fitzroy can see the glimmer of tears in Argo’s eyes, along with the scattered lines of light-blue permanently streaked across his face. He moves the hand holding Fitzroy’s head to gently rub along his wrist, the other still firmly wrapped around his waist. Fitzroy’s mind unhelpfully provides only one thought: He’s beautiful. 

“‘M not gonna sit here and let ya kick yourself while yer already down, alright?” he continues. “I know this is all really...really hard for you t’handle. You spent--gods, felt like years, but was really only a couple’a months under Chaos’s control. And, yeah, things did get massively fucked because of that. But...But that wasn’t you!” 

“I-It was, though--” 

“--Will you let me finish?” Argo stares at Fitzroy until he sheepishly nods. “Thank you. What I was sayin’ was that the destruction wasn’t you! It was Chaos--they had most of the control of yer body during that time! And, sure, maybe you did allow them a little access in the beginning because y’wanted power. I-I get that, though! You...You didn’t have the nicest childhood. You’ve been constantly pushed down and made to feel lesser--so have I, if I’ll be honest. It’s a natural reaction to wanna get some power in return, to finally get what’s yours, as the saying goes. B-But you didn’t ask to be hurt like this. You didn’t ask to hurt me! Or anyone else! It just...it just happened. And we gotta just start...tryin’ to move beyond it, I guess. Not really a ‘live and let live’ situation, but more of a… ‘you got hurt and so did I, so let’s just try and move on together’ sorta thing...Y’get what I’m saying to ya, Fitzroy?” He carefully pulls Fitzroy’s wrist up and closer to his face so Fitzroy can see. 

“Yer not broken, Fitz. This,” he gently shakes Fitzroy’s arm to emphasize, “isn’t ruined. It’s just...new! A different take on life! A different take on art! But yer still you, Fitzroy, even with all the new. I still...I-I still think you’re gorgeous, if I’m, uh, bein’ honest. You, uh, always have been...to me…” The genasi’s cheeks flush as he breaks eye contact, bashfully looking towards the floor as the words flood Fitzroy’s head. It seems so silly--the smallest, most asinine fact out of Argo’s whole speech--but hearing Argo call him gorgeous makes the burning rage within turn to a melty, gooey, warm mass of fondness. 

“I...Thank you, Argo.” Fitzroy mutters, feeling his own blush start to climb up his face. “You, uh, you’ve always been...there for me. H-Helping me. And I, uh...truthfully, I do not know where I’d be if it was not for you and your kindness, and humor, and cunning...ness. And...you’re, uh...I-I think you’re handsome, as well.” The last part he’s barely able to get out of his mouth, but Argo still hears it because he looks back to Fitzroy. The half-elf smiles nervously and shrugs. “I...thought I made that obvious on several occasions, but, uh. I’ve always thought you were handsome.” 

Fitzroy and Argo’s relationship has been difficult to understand, to say the least. The two have been dancing intricate circles around the truth of their feelings for so long it feels almost like instinct. Yet, despite their hesitations, the pair have been drawing ever closer in their rotations. Now, in this moment--their bodies pressed close together, their hearts beating in unison--it’s natural what happens next. 

Argo smiles, full and big, and leans down to press a kiss to Fitzroy’s wrist. And Fitzroy, lost in the sensation, makes no move to pull away. 

They spend the rest of the day in this embrace, sharing few words and even fewer kisses. When the Firbolg finds them later that night, he smiles softly at the two wrapped in each other’s arms and quietly heads to his leaf bed. 

And when Fitzroy wakes that next morning, the first thing he sees is blue. Beautiful, beautiful blue. 

[ill-skillsgard]

Six Years - Axel Cluney

Title: Six Years

Characters: AU Axel Cluney x ambiguous female OC

Description: Six years, ten years, twenty... No amount of jail time will stop Axel from taking back his throne.

Warning: 18+ sex/oral/cheating/dub-con (kind of, not really)/creampie - This is intended for a mature adult audience. All opinions and occurrences in this piece are purely fictitious and do not reflect any real person or event. Please read at your own discretion.

Note: I feel really bad for having no time to work on drabble requests and stuff. I’m sure you all understand now isn’t the easiest time and my silence is for no reason other than focusing more energy on important matters. Here’s a piece from my Patreon for those of you who don’t subscribe. And anyone who is a patron, I’ve just dropped a surprise for you guys over that way. 

I hope you guys enjoy!

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She gasped, not from pleasant surprise—though Axel’s presence indeed came unexpected—but from utter shock. How dare he knock on her door late at night and how dare he dawn that crooked, criminal smile. How dare he pitch his arm against the doorjamb, wearing his pants low on his hips with the band of his underwear on display, his own version of a supermodel. And how dare he try to reach out and touch her face.

Fantasies of this exact situation had frolicked in her daydreams for years, but she never expected them to manifest on her doorstep. Yet there he stood, winking one green eye. He hadn’t shaved in a few days, wearing his neglect on his chin and upper lip in that fashionably scruffy way. Though his upbeat energy hadn’t dwindled an inch, something about him had changed. She spent a breathless moment trying to pick out the detail.

It was the tattoos. Axel had accumulated a considerable amount of ink since last they saw each other before he went away. Her eyes studied the markings on his arms, glimmering as they moved along the crude images.

Why he chose her doorstep to reveal himself was no mystery. His grimy smile said it all. She glanced back, then stepped into the hall and shut the door. Axel gave her space—another surprise.

“What the hell are you doing here, Axel? How did you find out where I live?”

Axel flashed a lopsided grin. “That’s not important. Say, who were you talking to in there? S’that your roommate?”

He had nerves. Enough to stand at the door, listening to the mutters of conversation before knocking, interrupting her boyfriend in the middle of another political speech in which she had no volley. She had about thirty seconds—a minute, tops—to shoo her ex away before her current flame got curious.

Her choices were to tell him off, but Axel would never leave if he had already jumped through hoops to find her address, or push him down the hall into the stairwell to buy a couple more minutes of conversation. She chose the latter, and motioned him away, realizing her tank top and pyjama shorts were a drastic step-down from casual. The seam of her bottoms rode up, revealing two swells of muscle that tantalized the man following her.

Behind the fire door, he cornered her on the landing between two flights of concrete steps. Her breaths echoed off the cement and carried off above and below.

“Axel, I can’t,” she said.

“Sh, baby, don’t say that.”

A tingle of danger spread through her hands and feet—that sensation from another age when her only obligations were schoolwork and not becoming another teenage pregnancy statistic.

Axel followed her until they came eye-to-eye, her three steps up on the flight, and he on the landing.

“You look so good,” Axel said, reaching out to graze her bare legs. “I missed you.”

“Please, I can’t... My boyfriend. He’s in my apartment,” she warned.

“Who’re you dating? Do I know him?”

“No, you don’t know him. He’s from out of town,” she said.

“Oh, yeah? How long you been seeing him for?” Axel asked.

Firecrackers went off in her stomach, reminding her of the time Axel brought a handful of black cats on one of their dates. He liked to stick them in places they had no business being inside. He did that a lot.

“It doesn’t matter. This can’t happen. I’m sorry. It’s been like six years, Axel. I’ve moved on.”

“Well, I haven’t,” Axel murmured. “You seriously don’t want to pick up where we left off? Man, I loved us together. We had such good times. Don’t you remember?”

“Yeah, Axe, they were good times, but that was forever ago. And I didn’t even know you were back in town! You can’t just show up out of the blue and expect me to jump into your arms.”

“I had to see you. Your brother gave me your address... After I bribed him with beer. I spent my only ten bucks in the world trying to find you.”

She cursed her sibling under her breath. He always liked Axel, and for beer, there wasn’t much he wouldn’t give up.

“Did you hear me?” Axel asked.

“Yes, I heard you!” She snapped. “It doesn’t matter, Axe. I’m not dumping my boyfriend for you.”

An oily smile slithered over his face. Axel took one step up, and she matched it, keeping their eye-level consistent. It was that smile that made her do bad things, those flashing teeth convincing her to disregard obligations. His lips had whispered and kissed her into breaking laws, promises and ties. Hell, they had nearly talked her into dropping out of school at one time. And for what? For her to become a criminal alongside him? No. She had a life to live, one that didn’t involve running from the law.

But Axel was nothing if not a persistent man. No was not a word he relished. Always one to spurn restrictions, Axel advanced on her until she turned and climbed up the stairs. He followed her to the top, licking his lips as he watched her ass moving from side to side with every step. The door to the roof stopped her as Axel grabbed her hips and pulled her backward.

Axel kissed the back of her thigh, and when she didn’t protest, stuffed his face between her legs.

“Oh, yes... Gimme that ass,” Axel shivered. “That’s mine.”

She hated that her love remained untainted by the years he spent locked up. When months had gone by she vowed to forget him, but the promise was made in vain. No man could usurp the throne she’d erected and hidden in the deepest recesses of her untamed heart. The thicket had only grown wilder and more resilient in his absence, waiting for his return to release its stranglehold.

And she hated herself for failing to resist now. Cursing her heart, she allowed him to curl his fingers under the waist of her shorts. The fireworks shooting off in her stomach began a great fire in her belly that ate away her reserve—not that her immunity to Axel’s whims had ever been any stronger than gossamer.

It was no secret that every man in her life after him had been a placeholder. Some were smart—much smarter than Axel—while others matched his look, but never mimicked his spark. Some had stable jobs, good habits and strong family ties, but they didn’t promise adventure. When she turned around to face Axel, it was like gazing into a crystal ball, watching the careless times of her life flashing in his eyes.  

He peeled her shorts off, lifted one thigh over his shoulder and yanked her panties aside to lick the parting of her folds. A moan drew from his throat, reminding her that this was real and not a fleeting vision to tickle her boredom. The sensation jarred her into the present, and she pushed his head away.

“Axel, I said I can’t.”

His hand flew out to bring her back in. “Too fucking late.”

He spun her around, pressed his palm against her tailbone, bending her over, and dove back in from behind. Ten long fingers clutched her cheeks, spreading her lips open for his tongue to explore. Her taste elated years-old desire, and soon he had her on the ground with her legs over his shoulders.

“Look at me,” he demanded. “See this pussy? You see this beautiful slit right here? That belongs to me. Do you understand, sweetheart? It doesn’t matter if they put me away for six years... Ten years. Twenty. No, it doesn’t matter because you’re mine, aren’t you?”

The courage to agree with him hadn’t arrived. She fought a battle in her mind even as he trailed the tip of his tongue around her clit. There he rang, summoning her audacity with gentle flickers and groans. The vibrations woke each nerve in her body—some she thought forever put to rest. But they sang beneath his praises, voices fanning the forest fire spreading through her body.

“Axel, oh my god.”

“Yeah, nobody eats it like I do, huh?”

With her hand clasped over her mouth, she muffled her reactions. The gasps that slipped from the cracks travelled down the stair shaft. To think any moment someone might open the door excited her heart to racing. Who knew what was beyond the exit or coming up the steps from below? All she knew was his lips sipping on the liquid he spat between her legs. He worked her into a lather with his tongue, then introduced one of his fingers slowly until the warm metal of a ring brushed her opening.

“Tell me you missed my fingers inside you, baby. That’s what I wanna hear—what I need to hear right now. Say your pussy will always belong to me.”

“Axel—” she choked, still unable to admit defeat even amidst an obscene display.

Axel splayed her thighs, holding the ditches of her knees, so all she had left to think about was his mouth trailing slobber and a lively tongue in luscious patterns over her pussy. No inch of her parts went untouched, unkissed or without admiration for long. And the noises—oh, the sweet sound of Axel’s purr against her clit, magnificent and just intense enough to tease her to the edge of orgasm. He added another finger and rubbed upwards while tickling her thighs with his scruff.

“I want your cum. Right now. It belongs to me, and I’ve come to take what’s mine. You can tell your pansy-ass boyfriend to pack his bags, ‘cause I’m home now,” Axel’s voice trailed into a giggle. She despised how cute he could be with his infectious laughter and straying eyes. “Be sure to thank him for keeping my pussy warm, though.”

A smirk broke over her face, setting Axel off on another filthy exclamation.

“Yeah, that’s right. You’ve been waiting for this big cock, haven’t you? Tell me, honey... Is he hung like me? Does he stretch your pussy out ‘til it’s sore like I do?”

Still, she remained silent. Axel could have her body, but he would never hear her say he was right. And it was that stubbornness he loved.

“Oh, come on, cat got your tongue, baby? Or is it you can’t think when I finger your wet little hole?”

He sped his strokes, angling his fingertips just so, reading her face even if she muffled her cries behind her hand. This skill he mastered long ago. Every bit of her body came alive beneath his touch, and he used each part to arouse her forth. Her nipples were subject to his free hand, pulled and pinched between his knuckles as he scooped up one breast and the other. When he had his fill of toying with her chest, his hand slithered to her neck, first caressing and then squeezing with care. A trapped moan buzzed in her throat, assuring him the motion he maintained with his other hand was well received.

Two fingers coaxing fluid, a pair of lips kissing and sucking at her clit, and a firm hold on her throat had her pleasure soaring until it hovered in the air, finally nose-diving into an explosion of pent up lust, heat and scandal. With the plummet came the harsh reality: she was unfaithful. It was too late; hammered in stone, factual. She was a cheater, and nothing would fix that. No amount of regret or sorrow could cleanse this mistake. But oh, how her womanhood trembled beneath his charge.

“Yes, that’s what I want. See? I knew you wanted it.”

Axel hadn’t finished when her tremors turned to shakes. He climbed the two remaining steps, took hold of her and flipped her onto her knees.

“My turn. Did you think I’d let you go without a little something for me? Without giving you this big cock?”

“I have to go. My boyfriend—”

The clap of a cupped hand meeting skin interrupted her protest and thundered down the stairwell.

“I didn’t come all this way not to pump you full of cum. So shut your mouth before I make you and take my fucking load like a good girl.”

Ever a man of his word, Axel made a quick act of finishing inside of her. He rubbed against her, balls emptying months of lust and abstinence while he laid his cheek against her back, panting.

“Did you miss me, baby?” Axel asked, feeling around for her shorts to hand back.

“I should have known you’d do something like this when you came home,” she dismissed.

“Honey, I did nothing I wasn’t allowed to do,” Axel chuckled. “Sure, I threw you off guard. But what does it matter? You’d have caught wind of my being home and dropped that little boyfriend of yours in a heartbeat. Know why?”

She twisted around to watch Axel helping her with her shorts. “Why?”

“Because you love me, and I love you, and we are meant for each other. Now go back to him with my cum inside you. Sleep beside him for one more night. I don’t care. You’ll be with me again soon.”