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call-me-mrs-winchester · 5 days

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PAIRING : stanford!sam winchester x fem!reader

SUMMARY : reader is stressed from studying for her upcoming final and sam helps her relax

WARNINGS : fluff. smut. oral (fem. receiving). fingering. rough sex. unprotected p in v. creampie. strong language.

REQUESTED BY @s4wdvator : "I would love a Sam Winchester fic, I love him, I'm a total Sam girl who also loves Dean hejehjhehe. It would be a Stanford thing!Sam dating Fem!Reader, it could be smutt or fluff!!"

A/N : this was requested by a fellow mutual of mine (sorry it took so long.) hopefully it's similar to what you had in mind, if not, hope you enjoy it anyway! my requests are currently on hold since i have so many ideas of my own that i still need to write, but it'll be open in the future, i promise. this is my first sam oneshot ever, hope you guys enjoy it!

For the past week, you went to class and then straight home. You had a huge test coming up that counted for half your grade. If you failed, you could kiss your scholarship goodbye. So, for the weekend, you decided to turn your distracting phone off so you could study. And it seemed to work... until it didn't.

The room had been eerily silent as you read. You were so concentrated on the material before you that a loud knock made you jump in freight. After a beat or two, your heart calms. With a groan, you push the chair away from the desk and walk to the door. Sam stands before you, a worried expression on his face.

"Y/N," He huffs. "Are you all right? I've been calling and texting you!"

You sigh, moving out of the doorway to let him in. "'Sorry. I've been studying."

He walks in, and you close the door behind him. "Your head's been buried in that book for a week. You need to take a break."

You sit on your bed, replying, "I can't. If I fail, I won't be able to afford to keep going here. Then how will we be together?"

"Hey," Sam sits beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Don't talk like that. You're the most intelligent girl I know. You'll pass the test."

You stand up, facing him as you rant. "But what if I don't? What if I have to leave and—"

"You're not going to leave." He interrupts your spiraling, knowing if he didn't stop it now, you wouldn't stop. "You're going to pass. Then you'll be stuck with me."

A giggle slips past your lips. You could always count on your boyfriend to lighten your mood. A smirk takes over his beautiful face, his gaze shifting from your eyes to your lips.

Sam leans in closer and says, "Take a break. Let me help you relax."

You hesitate for a moment, afraid if you give in, you won't be able to study afterward. "I don't know..."

"I'll quiz you after." He entices.

"Mm... alright."

Sam gets up from the mattress and sheds his jacket. Tossing it aside, he tells you to lay on your belly. Without question, you do as he says. You stretch across your bed, head tilted towards the wall, eyes closed, as you slowly inhale. The bed dips as Sam climbs on before sitting on your ass. His large and magical hands grip your tense shoulders. You exhale in euphoria as his fingers dig into your muscles just right.

Tingling sensations rid the worry from your body. Your teeth sink into your lip, trying to suppress moans. Part of you didn't want to admit how much you needed this. His hands travel below your shoulder blades, toward the middle of your back. He works your back exactly how you need it, causing breathy groans to slip past your lips. It continues for a few minutes, and you're in another world.

Your brain becomes unaware of Sam sliding off and kneeling between your thighs. His hands begin to massage your behind, quickly drawing your attention. Part of you knew you should stop him, but the other didn't want to. Instead, you let his hands slither under your loose-fitted shorts and focus on your ass. His thumbs massage closer and closer to your lips, occasionally brushing against them.

It was all you could think about. You need him. You craved Sam's long and slender fingers inside you. The more he teased, the wetter your pussy got. You open your legs wider, giving him access like any other time.

A whimper falls from your mouth as your boyfriend gently rubs over your slick entrance. Wetness lubricates his thumbs, and before you beg him to, he slides them in. You gasped, but just as fast as they were in, they were out. He brings his fore and middle fingers to your entrance before gliding your slick towards your clit.

He rubs your bundle of nerves a few times, only making you wetter. The moans held back were now audible. His fingers slide back to your core, and without missing a beat, he plunges them in. Your body tenses as he dives deep, the tips of his long fingers hitting your cervix. A pained yet pleasurable moan echoes in the small room.

You were so thankful your roommate decided to go out. Sam slowly draws his fingers in and out. Once they're covered in your wetness, they disappear from your core. You open your eyes and look over your shoulder, missing his touch. The sight you saw somehow made you wetter. He had his fingers in his mouth, his cheeks hollowing around his digits, sucking them clean.

He slowly pulls them out, and you watch with admiration. Sam flips you on your back, granting you a better view. He pulls your underwear down, leaving you in the oversized shift you stole from him. He tosses them off the bed and gives you a mischievous smirk. His head dips between your thighs, and your hand quickly grabs his hair.

His mouth closes around your clit, sucking hard enough to make your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your walls clench around nothing, making you miss his fingers. As if he read your mind, he fills you with his slender digits. He steadily increases his speed until he reaches the pace that makes your toes curl and your back arch. Your grip on his hair tightens as his teeth graze and lightly bite your clit before soothing it with his tongue.

The pressure in your belly quickly builds, threatening to burst. You force your vision to focus right on your boyfriend. As if he sensed your stare, he gazes up at you, a smirk upon his lips. You throw your head back as he harshly sucks on your sensitive nub. His knuckles pound against your skin, leaving bruises where your pussy ends and your legs begin. It all became too much, and before you knew it, you came on his fingers.

Without missing a beat, Sam removes his fingers and drags his tongue across your soaked entrance, licking between each fold to get every last drop. Once he finishes, he sits up and unbuckles his belt. As relaxed as you feel, you wouldn't mind a good fucking. He unzips and pulls his pants to his knees. You dampen and bite your bottom lip as his member springs free.

There were several reasons why you fell in love with Sam, and his dick was one of them. You'd never objectify him, but if others understood what hid beneath his boxers, they'd try harder to steal him away. The first time you'd seen it, you wondered how he planned to fit his entire cock inside you. It took a few tries before you could finally take him all in, and man, was it worth it. You hated to admit it, but he had you dick-whipped.

"Like what you see?"

"Mhm. Now, shut up and fuck me," You demand before pulling his neck down and connecting your lips with his.

You could taste your sweet juice on his tongue. The thought of you tasting your cum on another man's lips repulsed you, but on Sam's, it only fed your lust. He presses his body against yours, his tip tracing your inner thigh. You moan into his mouth, practically begging for more. Sam breaks the kiss but remains close enough that his breath fans across your lips as he speaks.

"You ready for me?" You nod eagerly. He reaches between your legs, aligning his long member with your entrance. With eyes closed, you anticipate the slight but brief pain that'll come with his penetration. He holds down your hip with his left hand, feeling how tense you are before whispering, "Relax."

That's exactly what you did. Or at least tried to, anyway. You take a few deep breaths, willing your mind and heart rate to slow. Once Sam feels your body loosen, he pushes himself into your tight cunt. You whimper as his dick stretches your walls, both pleasure and pain fighting for dominance. He fits half of his appendage before pulling out. With every thrust, he goes deeper and deeper until his entire cock fits inside your small hole. Soon, the pleasure had won.

You were a moaning mess underneath your boyfriend. His hips moved skillfully, pushing you towards the edge. You clutch his shirt, hanging on for dear life as he rails into you at a hard and fast pace. The tip of his member brushes against your cervix when you wrap your legs around his torso, giving him a deeper angle. The sounds of skin clapping and your bed creaking to the rhythm of each thrust fill the quiet room.

He dips his head, finding comfort in your neck. Sam nibbles at your skin before sucking harshly, leaving a mark. You try arching your back, but his weight won't let you. Tears pool in your eyes as the pleasure becomes overwhelming. His hand snakes between your bodies, and his thumb rubs your sensitive clit. It was enough for your tears to spill over. You feel the familiar rush and warn Sam.

"Ohmygod, baby, I'mgonnacum," You mumble quickly.

"Let it go, sweetheart."

With his permission, you came undone. You scream as the waves wash over your body. Sam helps you ride out your orgasm, somehow going even harder. Your eyes roll back, and your mouth forms an 'O' as he murders your soaked pussy. It was pure luck you liked it hard and fast like he does.

You knew from experience your lips would be swollen after this, and hell if you didn't consider it a trophy. Suddenly, Sam's thrusts stopped, and you knew what that meant. He was cumming. And sure enough, spurts of hot cum shoot into you as he grunts into your ear. You moan as he fills you up, making you feel full in a different but great way.

He kisses his way to your mouth and shoves his tongue down your throat. You run your fingers through his hair as your body warms up for round 2. After your legs drop to the mattress and shake, you decide to wait a little longer before taking that rollercoaster ride again. Sam pulls away, so you open your eyes and see him gazing lovingly at you. A smile pulls at your lips to match his.

"Are you relaxed?"

You couldn't help but chuckle and answer, "I'm so relaxed."

"Good," He gives you a quick peck. "I should help you relax more often."

"Well, I'll be studying until next Thursday."

"Mm..." Sam traces his lips along your face, tickling your skin. "Sounds good to me."

He kisses your shoulder before pulling out of your dripping cunt and getting up from the bed. You prop yourself on one shoulder as you wonder what he was doing. He pulls on his boxers and walks toward your desk. Your eyebrows furrow as he picks up your textbook. And true to his word, he began quizzing you.

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libraryofgage · 5 months

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Life in Miniature (Two)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually

So, I'm not dead, despite any suspicions otherwise lmao; life just got a little wild and I needed a tiny break from writing, but hopefully I'll be back! We'll see! I'm literally on my knees begging my brain so maybe it'll stick lmao

Anyway, this part was line-jumped on Ko-Fi! If you want to line jump your favorite series, you can learn more here

Also also! I actually commissioned a wonderful friend of mine (@gamanyne) to draw Emperor Steve! She also did my current header and icon, so you know her art is fucking peak. Anyway, it'll be attached at the bottom of the fic so have fun getting there

And, as always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)

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"Heard the guard mention you've got some new blood in your display, Ocky."

Octavius glanced over as Jedediah sauntered through the hidden tunnel that connects their displays. It had been built during their admittedly embarrassing courtship, a gift from that time's night guard.

He'd been waiting for exactly this moment, and some of his nervous energy drained when Jedediah stood close enough for their shoulders to brush. He turned to face Jedediah, staying close so he can keep his voice quiet. "Yes, a new battalion and..."

"And?"

"A young emperor."

Jedediah whistled lowly, eyebrows rising as he looked over Octavius's shoulder at the buildings across the display. It was all pillars and domes and aged marble, but newly added splashes of color could be spotted here and there. "He a brat?" Jedediah asked.

"He is my sovereign!"

"Yeah, sure," Jedediah said, shrugging as he met Octavius's eyes, "but is he a brat?"

Octavius felt indignation rise in his chest but quickly subdued it. He knew Jedediah meant well. And then he saw the smirk on Jedediah's face. "Lover or not, I can not tolerate insults to the emperor," he said.

Jedediah hummed and held his hands up in surrender. "Still ain't answered my question, Ocky."

"I don't know!" Octavius finally exclaimed, looking away when Jedediah blinked at his outburst. "Admittedly, I was more focused on seeing you than meeting him."

"Gee, almost sounds like you've got a crush on me, Ocky. That's kinda embarrassing, don't you think?"

"We have done things that would make satyrs blush, Jedediah. Are we not past embarrassment?"

"Still embarrassing," Jedediah said, grinning wider when Octavius finally looked back at him. "Don't worry, Ocky. He's just a kid. You've got nothing to worry about."

"Child emperors do not have the most...positive reputation," Octavius said. He frowned, looking away as Jedediah glanced over his shoulder again. "Many are spoiled and unaware of how politics should be conducted."

"Ocky...," Jedediah whispered, reaching out to tug on Octavius's cape.

Octavius smiled, appreciating the comforting gesture. "Short tempers are also common, and I worry about any palace staff that anger him. They are just as likely to have their head cut off as they are to walk away."

"Uh, Ocky," Jedediah said, tugging on the cape again.

"And perhaps I am getting ahead of myself, but I don't look forward to measures that may need to be taken if my soldiers are terrorized by a, well, as you put it, love, a brat."

"Ocky!" Jedediah shouted, grabbing Octavius's shoulders and spinning him around.

"Ah," Octavius said, a cold sweat covering him at the sight of the young emperor staring at them. Strands of brown hair fell over the golden laurels at his temples to curl around equally brown eyes. He's taller than Octavius expected, nearly reaching his own height, and older, too. He was, perhaps, around 20, meaning he had several years' experience as emperor.

Above all, though, Octavius managed to see the brief flash of...insecurity? Perhaps it was self-directed disappointment and acceptance? Whatever it was, it vanished the next moment as the young emperor pressed his lips into a thin line, rolled his shoulders back, and said, "General Octavius."

Hearing the young emperor's voice finally freed Octavius from his frozen shock. He cleared his throat, placed a fist over his heart, and bowed to the emperor. "Your Majesty," he said, "What can I do for you?"

"You can raise your head," the young emperor said. When Octavius did, he saw tensed shoulders, and he was briefly overcome by the thought that someone so young should not, in fact, look as if they carry the weight of the world. "I intended to have you introduce me to the soldiers, but I see that you're busy."

Octavius cleared his throat and stepped aside so Jedediah was easier to see. He then placed a hand on Jedediah's shoulder and said, "My liege, this is Jedediah, Cowboy King of the Wild West, and my close companion."

"Woah, woah, cowboy king?" Jedediah whispered, glancing at Octavius like he might be crazy.

"Ah, I see," the young emperor replied, nodding respectfully to Jedediah. ""I am Servius Tullius, Sixth King of Rome, son of Vulcan, weapons master of the gods. I look forward to making your acquaintance at a later date."

"Uh, yeah, acquaintance making and stuff," Jedediah said, nodding back with a strained smile. "I'll be sure to pencil ya in."

"Yes, well," the young emperor replied, his jaw ticking slightly like he wanted to say something but held himself back. "Until then."

Octavius watched as he turned on his heel and walked back to the palace. It wasn't until the emperor was halfway there that Jedediah leaned closer and asked, "He seem a little off to you?"

"Yes, a little."

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Steve glances at Eddie, both to make sure he isn't about to fall off Rexy and just because he wants to. Eddie's hair is a little frizzy and his cheeks are flushed, but Steve assumes that's just from performing in front of such a large crowd earlier.

"So, you are a performer," he says as Rexy makes his way to the stairs. "Who did you apprentice under?"

"I didn't," Eddie replies, frowning slightly. "I mean, I just taught myself. Like, with YouTube and stuff."

"Oh! Yes, YouTube, I have seen many cat videos with Robin. I was unaware there were other kinds of videos available."

Eddie snorts, and Steve thinks it's a surprisingly endearing sound. "Yeah, definitely more than cat videos, Stevie," he says, drumming his fingers along Rexy's skull before asking, "So, uh, you're an emperor...does that mean there's an empress?"

"No," Steve says, glancing away and returning Attila the Hun's wave when they pass him. "I should have, but it just never happened."

"Why not? Is it okay to ask?"

"I don't mind. It was naive and bullheaded of me, but I wanted an empress I actually liked."

"Nothing wrong with wanting love, sweetheart," Eddie says, bumping their shoulders together.

"I agree."

Silence settles over them, and Steve wonders if feeling this awkward is normal. He's never had a problem keeping a conversation going with Robin, and his fathers are plenty good at bantering. But here, he's not sure how to proceed. Robin once told him that he can come off as arrogant, someone others don't want to be around, and he's trying to not do that with Eddie.

He thinks Eddie is handsome. If Steve could only convince him, he's sure a chest-plate and shield would make Eddie look particularly dashing. Steve also likes the way Eddie looks at him. It's not quite the devotion he's seen from people under his rule; Eddie's gaze is far more heated than that, making Steve's skin prickle wherever it lands.

"Hey," Eddie says, pulling Steve out of his thoughts, "how's all this coming to life stuff really work? It's not actually that tablet thing, right?"

"It is," Steve replies, nodding once. "Ahkmenrah's tablet was a gift from his parents, who wanted their family to stay together even in death. It harnesses the power of noble Luna and the stars that surround her to breathe life into everyone here. Without his presence, you and I wouldn't be talking right now."

"That's....kind of crazy," Eddie says, trying to wrap his brain around it. "I mean, magic?"

"How else might we be alive right now? According to Robin, you and I are but plastic, perhaps wax or wood depending on our manufacturer."

"But I don't feel like plastic or whatever," Eddie replies, poking at his own arm before poking at Steve's as well. "Neither do you. You feel, like, warm and alive."

"Yes, because of the tablet's magic. Would you like to see it? Ahkmenrah is very understanding of new exhibits that wish to look upon it."

Eddie looks like he's about to nod when he suddenly stops and tilts his head. Steve looks in the direction his gaze has gone and smiles when he sees the temporary exhibit about the history of party fashion. It's only in the museum for a few more days, and the people inside have been partying even harder in the face of their fleeting mortality.

Steve assumes Eddie's attention was attracted by the music, so he looks back and asks, "Would you like to join them?"

"Aren't we, uh, a little small for that?" Eddie asks.

Steve grins as he knocks on Rexy's skull twice. The dinosaur comes to a sliding halt outside the exhibit and lowers its head until its jaw is touching the ground. "Do you trust me?" Steve asks, standing and offering his hand to Eddie.

"Uh, yeah, I think," he says, taking Steve's hand.

His grin widening, Steve tugs Eddie to his feet and then leads him carefully down Rexy's skull. When they reach its snout, they're still a few feet off the ground. "Please don't say I have to make that jump," Eddie says, frowning at the distance.

"Don't worry," Steve says, letting go of Eddie's hand in favor of simply picking him up instead. "You're not the one jumping."

Eddie's eyes are wide as he clings to Steve's neck, glancing between the floor and Steve like he might be insane. Steve flashes a bright, reassuring smile before walking to the edge of Rexy's snout and simply jumping down.

"Holy shit!" Eddie shouts, holding onto Steve tighter and flinching when he feels the jolt of Steve landing. "You're crazy. How are your legs not broken?"

"I am the son of a god," Steve says, carefully placing Eddie on his feet once more. "A mere jump wouldn't harm me."

Eddie is quiet for a few moments, his face red as he looks at the entrance to the exhibit. He takes a deep breath, nods once, and says, "Man, they'd better have tequila in there."

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karume-everything-else · 11 months

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Flufftober 2023

Day 22: Dancing in the rain/ snow/ falling leaves [Reader x Broly] {Dragon Ball Z/ Super}

Broly wasn't the kind of person to just go out into nature. But this was a special trip of sorts. Something Goku and Gohan had suggested, insisting that Vegeta try it with Bulma as well as Broly accompanying you.

Though he wouldn't admit to it, Broly was interested in you. Gohan had mentioned that it was called a crush, but that sounded dangerous... Broly just wanted to spend time with you, not crush you.

And yet, here he was strolling through a large open field covered in wildflowers. Broly could only hope that you couldn't hear how hard his heart was beating, that you weren't going to notice his hand brushing against yours. Or how often it seemed to happen...

"It looks like it might rain soon..." You sounded a little disappointed, "We should think about heading back soon. So we don't get sick."

Broly followed your upturned gaze, "H-hopefully it doesn't though. I... I'm... this is very relaxing."

He sincerely hoped that the soft hum from you was one of agreeing with him. How else was he going to tell you he liked your company without outright saying the thing Gohan said. That still sounded painful, crushing on someone...

"I think we're a little past the point of no return."

Broly snapped back to reality as the rain suddenly poured. He was still getting used to how many different ways Earth's weather just happened but this was ridiculous. Both of you were soaked before you could even think about getting out of the rain.

You found yourself caught by the wrist by Broly as you attempted to dash off. He was extremely gentle for someone as large and muscular as he was.

"[Name], please. Just... just a little longer?" He was almost like an oversized puppy, "I... I don't want to leave just yet."

"But we'll get sick." You tried to protest, "We need to find a shelter to get out of this."

He knew you were right, scooping you up and flying quickly toward a small gazebo. Hoping this was fine with you, he just wanted to keep spending time with you...

"Is... is this alright?" Broly was very timid around you, it was kind of unnerving, "So we can just wait out the storm? Or maybe someone could come with a vehicle?"

"As long as we aren't in the rain." You were wringing out your hair, "We can just wait here for awhile. Depends on how long it rains..."

Broly didn't know how to admit to you why he was being so weird, but... "If... if it'll help... maybe we should... uh... c-cuddle? I think that's the right word?"

"We're... We're both soaked though. Unless you have a way of drying off quickly That could only make us sicker."

Scratching the side of his face, Broly considered powering up. The excess heat might help... There was one way to find out.

You were once again, violently reminded that you hung around a bunch of aliens that only looked human. Interplanetary fighters that had so many weird abilities it was a miracle you were able to act so calm. But Broly was much warmer, the water seemed to be evaporating off him... You forced yourself to look away.

You didn't need to be caught staring at his abs like this...

Broly was worried for a moment until he noticed how you were blushing. Maybe he had a better chance of being with you for more than just small moments... It certainly helped him be confident in putting his arms around you. Doing his best to help you dry off as well. Only staying powered up long enough to make sure you were dry.

But he didn't want to let go, even as you had been surprised by him hugging you. You were able to relax a little, staying in his arms. A little taken aback as he started swaying back and forth on his feet. But you weren't worried, the one thing you knew was that you weren't in danger like this.

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heroofshield · 9 months

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Whumcember Day 22 Alt 2- Ice (Dragon Age 2, Fenhawke)

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"C'mon it'll be fun." Hawke smiled as she took Fenris's hand and gave it a tug. "Besides, you've never really gone ice skating. And since it's currently winter...no time like the present."

Fenris frowned but let Hawke drag him to the door and outside. He wouldn't admit that all he wanted to do was stay in front of the fire and drink. "Not when she's so excited to show me what 'ice skating' is. This is the first smile I've seen since Carver left." he thought as they made their way through the market and towards the main gates.

As they made their way through the snow, Hawke chattered on about how she used to ice skate with Carver and Bethany back in Lothering, how they would have to wait until Malcolm tested the ice to make sure it was thick enough to support their weight. "-and there was always someone who ended up skating too late in the season and went through the ice." Marian paused, realizing what she was saying. "But you don't have to worry about that, we're well into the season and it's been really cold."

"Are you sure?" Fenris said as they made their way to the pond that Hawke had pointed out when they'd gotten in view. He paused, raising an eyebrow at the ice where the water used to be. "It doesn't look that safe to me."

"It's fine. I went out last week and nothing happened." Hawke said, pausing for a moment before letting go of Fenris's hand and marched towards the bank. Not pausing, she moved away from the bank and onto the ice itself.

Fenris's heart leapt into his throat as he heard a crack...but nothing happened. Relaxing slightly he started to follow Hawke, getting onto the edge of the ice.

"See? It's like I-" Hawke started to say, smiling when suddenly there were several sharp cracks and she fell through the ice with a shout.

"Hawke!" Fenris called out, feeling his heart leap into his throat as she disappeared. Frantically he tried to recall what she'd said in the past if someone was to fall through the ice.

Moving quickly, he lay down on the ice- spreading his body weight so he didn't fall through either. Making his way towards the hole, he risked peeking over the broken ice to see if she was there. But only water greeted him and he swallowed thickly before taking a breath and plunging his hand into the water.

The cold instantly shocked him, shooting through his system almost instantly and it took all of his willpower to keep his hand in-moving about to hopefully brush into Hawke's.

The seconds seemed to become an eternity until something bumped against his hand. Resisting the urge to withdraw it, he stopped moving and felt fingers try to grasp his. Not hesitating, he moved his arm further in and was able to take her hand. Pulling with all his strength, Fenris saw Hawke appear and gasp for air. Still focused on getting her out of the water, he grabbed with his other arm and slowly but surely dragged her onto the ice.

Realizing that they weren't out of danger just yet, Fenris somehow managed to get them both off of the ice and onto the ground. It was all a blur, all he could think about was getting Hawke to safety.

Hawke's entire body was shivering and dripping wet. In the back of her mind she knew that she needed to get warm, but the overwhelming chattering of her teeth made it hard to form a coherent thought. Vision blurring, she was dimly aware of Fenris's body pressed against hers and him saying something about getting back to Kirkwall.

Anders stoked the fire in Hawke's room while saying, "I hope you won't go onto anymore ice after this. You were half-frozen by the time Fenris carried you back here. You were lucky yet again."

Hawke let out a sneeze and ignored the comment, choosing the burrow herself under the layer of blankets as much as she could. It had been a few day since she'd gone through the ice and still couldn't stop shivering. Peeking over the covers and she saw that her mabari was spread out in front of the fire. "At least one of us is enjoying the warmth."

Anders let a half-smile appear and leaned the poker against the brick, brushing the soot from his hands. "I'll be back tonight to see how you are and Varric'll be by later this afternoon."

"Thanks." Hawke watched as Anders slipped out of the room and closed her eyes, suddenly feeling tired. It felt like she'd closed them for a minute, but when she opened them next, Fenris was asleep in the chair next to the fire.

Slightly smiling, she was glad that he'd been with her that day and hoped the mild attraction they felt between each other could grow as time went on.

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mountain-wire · 2 years

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6, 7, 8, 9, and 10, here's to the last man on earth in the end.

Au!Raphael x gn!reader

Part 1

Cw: Talk of death kind of

Self-indulgent writing, we love it. This is entirely based on Anna Bates song "Last man on earth" and a random writing prompt I saw on TikTok a while ago, so. If that tells you something, take it I guess.

An au set where the reader has ended up immortal and as the last man on earth due to a medicine that everyone had to take that was meant to lengthen human life[spoilers: it didn't.], until... actual alien turtles show up. That's basically it.

The world. Still just as empty as you remembered. You'd been alone for a while now, a few years you'd think, maybe 5. You lost track after a while, just sort of living life as it came by. This whole thing started by you thinking everyone in your house just disappeared, left without you. You realized after a little bit that it wasn't what happened. You found out the horrible way that after this sort of shot meant to keep everyone alive for much longer actually did the opposite. To everyone but you.

So you were left alone, you wandered. By now it felt like you'd lost your mind, saying everything in your head out loud, so you could at least hear something. You ended up in New York 2 years ago, seeing all the buildings starting to grow plants was... Weird. You didn't think any structure would be growing Vines and moss by now, let alone New York of all places. You were definitely found wrong there, it was sort of fun watching the plants grow over the past 2 years, gave you something to do.

Animals had also started venturing into the abandoned city, it was a good change in the silence you'd fallen into. You even got close to the deer and squirrels.

At the moment you were walking through one of the most overgrown parts of New York you'd seen by now, the vines climbed the side of the buildings at least 20 feet up and moss was spotted around up much of that. It had a weird comfort of seeing it, it looked just like old images you saw of cities taken over by plants. You were sure to see more of this soon, you thought.

You walked to what you assume used to be a restaurant, pulling out a knife and cutting at the vines that locked the door shut, and started talking out loud to yourself.

"This'll be fun. I think. I mean it looks like a cool restaurant," you looked to the side, the restaurants windows covered. It did not actually look cool. "yeah. Cool looking. Looks like... Vines! On the menu today! Maybe it'll be the road work ahead one."

Quietly laughing, you opened the door, hearing a jingle. Man did that bring a bunch of memories back. You brushed it off and jogged to the front, rang the bell thing they had. Leaning against the counter you looked around, this place seemed to have the same vibe as those little pit stops you see in more rural areas. It was much quieter than it should've been though. It made you uncomfortable.

Deciding it had been enough time you hopped the counter, knocking the stuff on the side to the floor. You ended up on the floor too, you'd just tripped yourself.

"The service here sucks." You said after a couple seconds, hoping anything watching you would laugh along too. You didn't think anything was watching anyway, but you can always be sure.

You felt like you could sleep, but you needed to up and move. Quickly, you sat up and crawled to where you assumed the kitchen was. You assumed right, and it smelled horrible. Someone had to have died here, come on.

"Knives knives knives, spoons, but is there any food that's actually good?" Clanking and scraping attacked your ears as you moved things, grabbing different knives you liked so you could add it to the knife room. "Hopefully this place was bad and used canned shit. That would make my and the microwaves day..... How that thing still works is a mystery to me. I'm sure someone out there knows why it still works! If only they could tell me."

Reaching the end of the line you decided to grade the cleanliness of this place and went back through, you learned if a restaurant was less clean there's a better chance of them using cans or non perishable foods. You liked the mystery of it too, it was like a game. It took up time and kept you entertained!

"Let's see.... Ovens... Check! Kinda greasy, kinda dusty too, somehow. How is the inside of an oven dusty, it's supposed to be shut tight right? Wouldn't that stop a lot of dust. So put 'not very good ovens' on the list."

You enjoyed using the knowledge Gordon Ramsay gave you from his shows. Wait...

"GORDON RAMSAY!!! NOO!!!!" You gripped your hands to the side of your head and dropped to your knees, all dramatically.

Upon the realization that Gordon Ramsay was dead like everyone else, you decided to skip the rest of the kitchen and just head straight to the freezers and fridges to look for food. On the way you took note of how this place actually had a microwave. Hopefully their salads weren't being put in there.

Every Gordon Ramsay reference your mind made had you feeling slightly worse. It wasn't super new, realizing someone big was also gone, but it always hit you the same.

"Alright. This one's for you Gordon." You wiped fake tears from your face before bursting open the doors to see...

A normal fridge. Nothing horrifying or exciting. That was exactly what you wanted right now, to be met with more silence, more quiet. An upside! There was at least honey in here, and at least a single can of soup. You'd read all the details on the nutrition labels later, but for now you would stuff them into your bag and continue the investigation.

"Let's go! Kinda nasty freezer check! Let's mark this place down! This one's gonna be nice to clean I can tell. Well I can't really, but it'll be satisfying! There's a lot of random tins, I'm not sure I wanna know what's in there. Maybe this is what died, not even a person." Reminded of Gordon Ramsay again, you frowned and pulled out a map of New York.

You marked this place with a red marker, that you know means to return. You never said the reason but you always knew when you'd return to any location with the red mark. You also marked it with orange, which means it's a restaurant. You had colors for many places. Black for 'dont return here', red for 'do return here', purple for electronics stores, orange for restaurants, blue for sporty areas, yellow for more shop filled areas, green for apartments or homes, and pink for unpredictable areas(you also liked to call them the exciting areas). Most areas with black were also pink.

"Let's blow this joint, guys." The map returned to it's spot in your bag and you gave it a pat before slipping on invisible sunglasses and taking long strides out the door.

You never realized how stuffy it was in the restaurant. It felt amazing to take a breath outside of that place. It really did smell horrible. There's probably a good few reasons for that. You moved away from the restaurant to take a good look at it, you wanted to remember what it looked like for when you eventually returned. You wanted to head home for now though, listen to music on the many different things you had. You had a vinyl record player. Who just has that in New York, you didn't know but you were pretty glad they did, they had some pretty cool bands too. You wanted to listen to music desperately, so you planned to run. Seeing a cool skateboard you stopped in your tracks, almost falling flat on your face.

"Well hello there! How did I not see you before... Oh wait nevermind, I was definitely just way too focused on the plants. That makes sense. Who would just leave this out here though. There's nobody nearby, who just loses this on the streets of New York..? Whatever, mine now." The skateboard seemed uninterested in your commentary as you held it under your arm.

You looked back at the area you just came from, upset you didn't get to explore more, before setting the board on the ground and setting off.

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The wheels came to a stop as you placed your foot down, a weird squeak-screech noise coming from it. Maybe all the years of no use. You looked around wearily, looking for anything that could see where you're going. It felt like your home was a secret you needed to keep, but it wasn't. Even if it was what would you have to hide it from? Nothing. Something inside you just kept saying you had to look around whenever you stopped and eventually you just stopped caring about suppressing it. Seeing that everything was clear you picked up the board and ran into an alleyway in-between what you think is an arcade pizza place and bakery with a home on the second floor. Rummaging through your bag you walked to the back doors of the bakery, it was barred up with this silly looking padlock you found in one of the unstable areas. The arcade was locked up with a similar one too, you were just in the bakery mood today.

"Found you, you beauty!" You said, holding a key that looked just as silly as the padlock up to the sun like it was going to save your life.

The lock opened easily, which was not surprising, the key was made for it. Quickly, you slid into the bakery before closing the door and relocking it, except from the inside this time. Putting the key back into your bag you moved further into the building, your bag now only hanging loosely from your hand. Your feet felt heavy and your eyes felt the same. A good sleep to some music would be awesome. Making your way to the stairs you moved through your bag once more, this time simply checking you had everything you wanted.

"Everything's there, I think. I'm okay, it's okay. Everyone's okay." You yawned and turned towards the door besides the stairs.

The basement doors always felt ominous, today was no different. There was a feeling of something new this time. Today was really throwing you off, everything's felt new. You didn't like it, but what else could you do. Brushing off that feeling you swung the door open and shuffled in and down the stairs.

The walls were painted with your own hands, a white background with designs, characters, and silly things you remembered from the past. It made you feel better to see, a comfort in an uncomfortable place. The wood floors matched pretty well covered in drops of paint you ignored and never cleaned up, no matter how messy it could look it felt like home.

You dropped your bag on a stool by the stairs, a loud clang coming from it. Ah, the knives. You were so caught up in the almost normal you forgot the knives.

"How could I! Gordon Ramsay look what you've made me do."

You made it a point to collect random things from your adventures, it just so happened you got so many knives you have a room dedicated for them now. It wasn't your favorite use of a room but it felt cool. Grabbing the knives from the bag you quickly walked through the basement coming to a smaller-than-normal door with a label that let you know exactly what it was on it.

"I've got more knives for you, knife room! I hope they fit in well! They're pretty cool ones this time." They all looked the same, another lie.

The door got stuck a little, you've just gotta turn it until you hear a click then you can open it. It's just like lockpicking.

Once it opened you hurried in, already looking for a place to put the new knives. You were at least glad the knife room was kinda small, so it's not like you'd use this room for anything else. Finding a nice spot in-between the few knives that look exactly the same and the other knives that look exactly the same. You really dreaded the day you'd have to start hanging knives on the walls. Or just sticking the knives in there like some freaky countryman.

With the knives In their new home you felt satisfied enough to leave the shiny room, which you did with little complications! The door that's weird to open is weird to close, you still needed to do that stupid maneuver.

Heading back to what you called the living room, you happily slid over to the record player you definitely didn't steal. You had a little bookshelf beside it with all the records you found and liked. It was mostly just everything you found, you weren't going to pass up any music in this world. Your favorite was this Queen record you found, it was Queens greatest hits. Which the greatest hits might not hold your favorite Queen songs but it still had really awesome songs. It's Queen, of course there's awesome songs on it.

Carefully you put it on the player, and moved the thing that you didn't know the name of onto the record and started playing your music. Holding your hands up like if you touched it you'd break it, you backed up towards the couch. You knew that as soon as you sat down you were going to fall asleep, but you didn't mind.

"This sleeps gonna be awesome." Were your last words after you sat down.

You fell asleep to Bohemian Rhapsody, could you ask for anything more than this.

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Suddenly, a loud crash woke you up. As far as you know, that wasn't normal in your home. Slowly, you stood up. Your eyes were still blurry and you were still riddled with sleep side effects, but you made a move to the stairs.

"....The music.... It's not playing... It's been longer than like 20 minutes. That narrows it down..." You were slowly waking up.

Another loud crash sounded when you opened the basement door. It was definitely coming from outside. At least that's good to know.

You realized you forgot the door key. You didn't want to go and get it so you just opened the window and crawled out, with a bit of knocking things over. You hoped that whatever was making the loud noises didn't hear. If it was even a creature, at that.

You stopped and waited for a second, hoping another sound would come from the noisy thing.

Another sound did come, and not even a minute later. The smart half of your brain suddenly kicked in.

"Itsnoneofyourbusiness Itsnoneofyourbusiness Itsnoneofyourbusiness.... Don't be like white people in horror movies....... Damnit." You moved silently, heading to the back of the arcade instead of the bakery, as it had more cover.

You were hoping it would just be an animal being ridiculously stupid, and that's definitely what you were expecting too. The crash was followed by an unfamiliar noise, the sort of thing you'd expect to come from a tuba or other large brass instrument, but it was weirder than that at the same time, like an auto tuned tuba being operated by someone who doesn't know how to play the tuba.

What you did not expect to see was what looked like a very large and spiky rock. No wait... That's not what it was.

"Oh my god, what the fuck" you whispered as you ducked more behind the building that was currently blocking you from the thing on the road.

It was laying on the road, so that's why you would think it's a large, green, spiky rock but you've never seen a rock that looks like that and by this point you're pretty sure you've seen all kinds of rocks. A second point that changed your mind from rock completely was that it moved. It was moving. Rocks don't move. You'd say that whatever it was looked like a turtle, but turtles are not that large the last time you checked. The biggest turtle you knew existed was the Archelon and those guys were extinct, and also sea turtles. So a normal turtle? Totally off the table. Rock? Also totally off the table. Everything you could have come up with was thrown off the table. The table was thrown out the window!

"Okay okay okay. This isn't my business, this isn't my business. Not my circus, not my monkeys." You tried to convince yourself to walk away, that this was something you didn't want to deal with.

You couldn't help but stay though, it was totally new, even to the world before you became the last person on earth. You were in new territory and it was so cool.

You leaned further out, to get a better view of whatever it was. You didn't think turtles could stand like that either. Every instinct in your body was telling you to run as whatever this held its head and looked around.

If you were to die from the shot that killed everyone else you'd want it to be now. Your curiosity got the better of you and the turtle saw you. You made eye contact. A note, it had normal eyes too. It was weird. This situation was weird and now? You were screwed. Utterly screwed.

You started at the turtle and he stared at you for what felt like forever before you slid back behind the building. You didn't know if you should run, stay hidden, or go inside somewhere quick. You quickly shut up your mind, if you needed to really listen at any point it would be now. If whatever that was decides to sneak up on you what would you do? It is definitely stronger than you, you'd lose in a fight instantly.

Shoving your fear down you stood tall, preparing for what you would see when you looked around the corner again. You felt like you should've run but you wanted to be brave. You carefully grabbed the wall before the corner and leaned over, prepared to see the turtle thing still looking over from the road. What you didn't expect was the turtle basically directly in front of you, close enough you could reach out with one arm and touch it.

The feeling of dread that overcame you was something you could attribute to the feeling you'd expect a mouse to have when a lion is standing behind it and it knows.

You looked up at the turtles face. It looked extremely confused and shocked. Even worse, it now leaned down to your level. It didn't seem like a threat but you were certainly terrified. It spoke, but you couldn't understand it. You're pretty sure it's just a different language type of situation but you did not want to deal with this at all. On that thought you finally listened to your instincts and absolutely booked it down the alley. Where you were going you didn't know but hopefully it didn't either. You could hear it shout something out as you ran away, but you weren't going to stop and see it's reaction. No way were you going to get yourself captured or something. You could think about what just happened when you stopped and were safe.

You were going to run until your muscles ached. You could promise that.

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So gonna be a series. Apologies if it's not awesome, this is literally my first time writing something like this ever. Criticism is absolutely appreciated! <3

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Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 1

Alright. Here it is. The first chapter in what was supposed to be just a little one shot to get my writing working again. Now it’s turning into a sequel. No idea how long this ride is going to be this time y’all so bare with me.

Please don’t copy my shit. Like... I promise. You don’t wanna be me. I’ve got too much shit going on right now for anyone to steal my identity or my work so please just be a decent human being.

Warnings: talk of injury, cursing, mention of past murder.

Megan woke slowly to a quiet shushing sound. She had apparently been attempting to reach for Hank in her sleep as her broken collarbone throbbed relentlessly. Giant hands brushed her hair from her face gently as her eyes opened.

"Easy, mi princessa. Easy. I'm right here," Hank murmured gently. He was propped up on his side facing her on his side of the bed. They'd tried switching so he wouldn't be on her injured side, but she continually woke up panicking because she thought he left when he wasn't where she had quickly gotten used to him being. Neither of them were getting much sleep either way. "Are you awake, Princessa? Hurting?"

Megan sighed tiredly. " 'm awake," she hissed. She rubbed her eyes.

"How bad does it hurt? Need your meds?" He asked gently as he helped her to sit up in bed.

"No. Don't want the meds. It'll pass."

Hank watched her breathe through the pain and sighed. "You know that you don't have to push through it, right? You can take the pain relief, baby. Taza and I won't think less of you."

"I know that. I just hate the floaty feeling."

"You hate being less in control…" Taza said from the doorway. "It's like drinking, right?"

Megan nodded. "Morning, Papa."

Taza pushed off the door frame where he'd been leaning with a sigh. The circles under his eyes were just as dark as the ones on Hank's face. Megan noted them as he gently sat to her left. "You promised me you'd try to sleep last night, Papa. You didn't, did you?"

"I did try, Chica. It's only been a few days. We're all still dealing with shit." He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Your padrino called. Wants to see us at the clubhouse this morning."

Megan frowned. "You're needed at the table. Both of you." She nodded and swallowed hard. "I'll be okay for a few hours. I can do it."

Taza shook his head. "All of us, Chica. Not just me and Hank."

Megan looked startled. "But why?"

"Don't know, sweetheart. Guess we'll find out when we get there."

"How am I supposed to get there? Unless you're going to lift your 'no riding' rule?" Megan asked hopefully. She'd been begging to ride the bike with one of them since they'd brought her home in the van. Taza had been firm about her not riding until after the sling came off.

Hank chuckled. "No way, Princessa. Not happening. You can't balance properly."

Megan whined. "I hate not being able to ride with you."

"Maybe this will help. Hank's not riding today either. Your padrino sent you a ride. Prospect dropped it off about an hour ago. Just gotta get up and dressed. We'll have breakfast at the clubhouse. Chuckie said he'd make you pancakes." Taza chuckled and kissed her forehead before getting up to take his own advice.

Hank watched as Megan managed to get herself out of bed. He was trying to not treat her as if she were helpless after a fairly minor blow up on her part by day two of being home from the hospital. She struggled along without the use of her dominant hand and tried not to ask for too much help. She shuffled into the bathroom and Hank heard the water turn on in the sink, so he hurried to get himself up and dressed.

They'd quickly realized that Megan would need help dressing or undressing for a bit after returning home. Any sense of modesty either she or Hank had went out the window pretty quick. It had been a struggle at first for her, but all it took was one good jolt to her sore shoulder before she gave in and called for help. On Hank's side, he was just too relieved that she still trusted him enough to ask for help to worry about his hormones.

Megan came to the bathroom door and sighed. "Can you help me get the lid off my moisturizer and sunscreen? I tried, but I can't do it one-handed."

Hank smiled sympathetically. "Of course, mi princessa."

Twenty-five minutes and many curses later, they were both dressed. Megan was in another pair of leggings with a long tank top over them. Hank had helped ease it over her cast and shoulder along with one of his flannels. The day was unseasonably cool for Calexico.

She shakily sat on her stool at her dressing table and wiped the cold sweat from her face. Hank pressed a soft kiss to her lips. "Thank you for helping me. I know this isn't exactly normal…"

Hank chuckled and knelt in front of her. "What about us is? Princessa… I'm here. I'm not going anywhere just because you need some extra help." He lifted her good hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. "Even if you are a terrible patient."

She grinned and leaned forward to kiss him. "I know. I'm sorry."

"At least take some ibuprofen or something? I hate seeing you in pain like this."

She sighed and nodded. "Alright. And I'll take the strong shit tonight so maybe you'll get some sleep."

"Good girl." He kissed her swiftly and stood to go get her some pain relief missing her flinch at his praise.

Taza heard him rustling in the hallway bathroom medicine cabinet and came to check. "She finally gonna take something?"

"Yeah. If I can find something that won't make her high." He found some old Tylenol in the back of the cabinet. "I'm calling Dogwood today. See if they can get us some stronger ibuprofen or something. Maybe she'll take that."

"Good plan, brother. I'll get Bish to send the prospect. She ready for her hair?"

"Probably. She let me brush it, but that's as far as I can go."

"That's my que…"

After getting her hair braided and taking the Tylenol, they were finally ready to head out for the scrapyard.

Megan’s eyes lit up a bit at the surprise ride Bishop had sent her. In the driveway was a classic Mustang convertible with the top already down. It shone scarlet and chrome in the sun.

"Who's car did we steal?" She asked excitedly.

Taza laughed outright. "No one's, Chica. Just borrowed from a club friend until you can ride again. Came all the way down from Northern Cali."

Hank chuckled. "Who called the Reaper?"

"No one. Happy sent his prospect down with it. Belongs to one of his guys."

"Happy? Isn't he the one who…" Megan looked up at her father.

"Found you. Yeah. He's… different." Taza went and opened the passenger door for her. "You won't have to be around him much though. He's too high up the Reaper food chain to make regular runs down here. Your Padrinos like him though."

Megan slid into the car and allowed Taza to help her buckle her seat belt. "Well, he has great taste in cars."

Hank chuckled and moved his seat back. "Oh yeah, Princessa? Maybe we should see about getting you one of these then."

The ride to the club house was quiet except for the radio and wind. Hank watched the lines of Megan’s body as he drove and noted how she relaxed at the feel of the breeze. He knew she'd missed riding behind him, but he just couldn't risk it with her injured. He reached out and held her left hand gently as he drove, placing kisses on her knuckles at each stop sign.

Creeper was manning the gate and rolled it fully open so Hank could get the car through to the lot. He met them at the car as Hank parked it. "Mornin' Hank, Little Princess." He opened her door with a dramatic flair. "You alright, sweetheart? How's the arm?"

Megan smiled and slid out the car to give him a side hug. "Morning. I'm good. Still a little sore, but nothing awful."

Creeper nodded. "All the same, we sent the prospect to fill a 'scrip."

"Thanks, 'mano," Hank said as he unfolded himself from the car. "Everyone here already?"

"Yeah. Bish called Templo in the bar again so Megan can be at the table. Chuckie is making breakfast after."

Taza joined them stripping off his riding gloves. "Any idea what this is about, brother? Bish was cryptic on the phone."

"Nah, but he had a call from El Padrino this morning." Creeper bounded up the stairs to hold the door open for Megan as she led the way inside.

Inside, tables had been pushed together for the promised family breakfast after templo. Everyone was seated and smoking or sipping on coffee as they chatted. Morning greetings were exchanged as Taza, Hank and Megan made their way to the chairs waiting for them.

Bishop rose to meet them. “Buenos días, Poquito. How’s the arm?” He spread his arms to offer her a hug,

She eagerly accepted, resting under his chin for a moment. “Sore, Padrino. Sorry to keep everyone waiting. I’m still trying to get the hang of getting dressed one handed.”

“No problem, cariño.” He pressed a kiss to her hairline. “And the Prospect should be picking up your new meds now. Your papa says you haven’t been taking any.”

“Thank you, Bish, for arranging that. She’s in a lot more pain than she’s letting on,” Taza sighed. “And thank Happy for the loan of the car. She definitely can’t ride.”

“You can thank him yourself.” He let out a piercing whistle and guided Megan into her seat on Taza’s left, “Alright. Let’s talk so that we can eat.”

Everyone situated themselves comfortably and looked to Bishop.

“El Padrino called today. Apparently the Reaper wants to talk. They want a sit down with the officers of as many allied charters from California as they can get at a lodge outside of Charming. Padrino called to ask that we join them there in two days.”

Taza shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “All officers? We can’t leave Megan yet for a run, brother.” He placed a hand gently on her back. “She’s not healed enough-”

“Not to mention not ready to be out of arms reach of at least one of us for more than a few minutes at a time…” Hank interjected.

Megan reached and took his hand. “If it’s needed - it’s needed. Tío Marcus wouldn’t ask unless he needed you both.” She looked to Taza shakily. “You know he wouldn’t. He didn’t even want to go home until I was back on my feet.”

Both Hank and Taza started to protest again, but Bishop raised a pacifying hand. “Poquito is right.” Megan nodded. “But so are both of you. That’s why she’s coming along. Marcus has promised that Megan can join in everything except the actual meeting. Even then he’s bringing Diana and Tessa to sit with her while we do actual business.” He smiled. “You finally get to meet your cousin, Poquito.”

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

“Do we know what the Scot wants?” Riz asked. “Gotta be big to be calling a meeting with so many outside of their own club.”

“Not a clue. Some kind of business update. We’ll find out when we get there. If it has to come to the table - we’ll come back and vote it.” Bishop said as he lit another cigarette.

Hank slid his arm across the back of Megan’s chair so he didn’t put weight on her sore shoulder. “Are we sure about taking ALL the officers? Sounds like a Trojan Horse waiting to happen to me.”

Creeper raised a hand. “Seconded. That’s a risk Prez.”

Bishop nodded. “We’ve been at peace with the Son’s for over eight years, but they’ve turned on us before. This should be a cake walk - but I agree there’s no sense in risking it. Upper officers only then. Creeper and Riz will hang back.”

Megan watched them all nod soberly. “Shouldn’t you take another member then? Someone who can run a message if needed?” She looked at Hank and then at Taza and Bishop. “I know it’s not my place to speak on club matters, but they could be passed off as babysitting me while Papa and Hank do business. Still makes us look a little paranoid - but more so about me freaking out than a double cross.”

Bishop smiled. “Smart thinking, Poquito. This is why we’re holding Templo where you can join. You can always speak when we have you at the table.”

Hank laughed. “Besides - you know Diana is going to have her own escort. Padrino won’t risk having no one there for her to send for whatever Tessa decides she wants. He’ll probably have at least a patch and a prospect with him.”

Taza chuckled. “Truth. All reinas and princessas need to have a guard.”

Bishop just smiled. “You want Coco or Gilly, Poquito? Your errand boy - your choice.”

Megan looked down the table at both men. Coco met her eyes first and smiled around his cigarette. “I’ll come along, Ma. Give me a break from Letty moving in.”

Gilly nodded. “Suits me. I’ve got a date.”

Megan nodded and turned back to Bishop. “Coco then, please Padrino.”

Bishop banged that table with his fist causing Megan to jump a bit. “Fair enough. Then myself, Taza and Coco will ride out with Hank and Megan in the loaner tomorrow morning.” He stubbed out his cigarette and smiled. “Let’s eat!”

Breakfast with the family was exactly what Megan needed. Hank kept a close eye on her body language to see if she was getting overwhelmed. He was pleased to see her begin to relax with someone besides himself and Taza again.

Chuckie brought her a plate of pancakes and bacon with an awkward little bow while everyone else served themselves from the bar. Gilly made her a cup of coffee - without having to be reminded of how she took it. Angel cracked jokes to make her laugh, and Creeper sneakily cut her food for her when he saw her struggling while trying to talk to Riz about the girls at Vickie’s place.

He and Taza breathed a sigh of relief. Megan wasn’t panicking around her family. They hadn’t been sure how the kidnapping would affect her in the short term. It had only been about a week since she’d been taken.

Eventually though, Megan got so distracted in the family that she forgot about her broken collarbone. She tried to reach for her glass of juice with her right hand and Hank saw her go pale with pain.

“Easy, Princessa. Easy,” he soothed, letting her squeeze his fingers as her eyes teared.

“Woah, Ma. I don’t like that color. You good?” Coco asked seriously.

Megan just nodded and pressed her lips together until they went white.

Hank glanced around to see Taza headed his way with a pill bottle that the Prospect had handed him a few minutes before. “Shh. Come ‘ere, mi Princessa.” Hank slid her carefully into his lap so that he could steady her and take some of the weight from her sling. “You papa’s got your new meds. You ready to take them now?”

Megan breathed deeply and pressed her face into the crook of his neck. Hank could feel tears on his skin. “They won’t make me floaty?”

“No, Sweet Chica. These won’t make you floaty. They’re just ibuprofen at a higher dose than normal.” Taza shook two out into Hank’s palm and then capped the bottle.

“Why won’t she take the meds, man? Angel asked Creeper quietly as they all settled down a bit.

Creeper looked at him seriously. “Dude, Little Princess won’t even give up control to drink. SHe must hate being high even worse.” Creeper explained as they watched her swallow the pain relief.

Coco shook his head. “It’s a damn good thing that bastard died in the crash…” he lit a cigarette and puffed deeply.

Even Angel nodded soberly. “Ain’t that the truth.”

EZ appeared behind Hank and leaned in to whisper into his ear. “Her sling is too loose. There's a better kind at the drug store by Pop’s place. Want me to go get it? It’ll stop her from moving like that.”

Hank nodded and eased her further into his lap so she could rest. “Sure Prospect. Let me know how much.”

EZ nodded and went right back out to his bike.

Megan snuggled close. “He didn’t even get to eat…” she objected quietly.

Taza sat in her abandoned chair and adjusted her sling slightly from the back. “He’ll eat when he gets back, Chica.” He looked to Bishop. “We should look into getting the prospect some medic training. He seems to have a knack for it.”

Angel spoke up from the other end of the table. “He was in school to be a doctor.”

Bishop looked thoughtful. “We’ll see. Kids gotta patch first.” He leaned back in his chair and lit a cigar while watching Hank rearrange Megan yet again so she was straddling his lap and she could rest against him completely as she recovered. He looked to Taza. “Poquito have everything she needs for a trip to Charming town?”

Taza thought for a second. “Letty’s shopping spree should have covered clothes. I’ve got a spare duffle and it’s not like we need to pack light with the car. She should be fine.”

Bishop chuckled lightly. “Not like Diana won’t take her shopping anyway if she needs anything. Tessa is excited as hell. She talked to me this morning too.” He puffed quietly for a second. “I’ll stay at Oakland’s club house. Marcus only has the one guest room.”

Taza nodded. “We’ll put Hank and Megan in there. I’ll crash on his couch so I’m still close enough for her.”

Creeper slid his chair close to where his president and Taza were talking quietly. “You sure you want me to hang back here, Bish? Hank’s going to be distracted as hell if Little Princess needs him. And you know she’ll probably have at least one panic attack while you’re gone. I don’t like being that far if y’all need me.”

Bishop nodded. “It should be a cake walk. Just an update and maybe a party. Not expecting trouble, ‘mano.”

Creeper sipped his water. “Princessa’s first Reaper Run…”

Taza grinned. “Wait until we get her healed up. Hank is itching to teach her to ride. I caught him browsing small bikes on his phone two days ago even though we said we’d do it.”

That got another chuckle from Bishop. “She’ll be real cute riding along on the easy runs. She’s going to need a job.”

Taza shook his head and laughed. “She’s going to end up basically a member, isn’t she?”

“Nah, brother,” Bishop grinned. “She’ll out rank members.”

Meanwhile, Hank chatted quietly with the younger Mayans as Megan rested against him with her head tucked under his chin. He tried not to grin and draw attention to it when she went limp. The pain medicine had kicked in allowing her to doze off. He tucked her legs closer to his body to give her better support and smiled.

Coco was the first to notice Megan’s lack of involvement in the conversation. He craned his neck to check her face. “Dude - she’s out cold.”

Hank chuckled and nodded. “She hasn’t been sleeping much. Too much pain.”

“She still having nightmares every night?” Angel asked as he settled back in his chair.

He nodded. “Always her brother now though. Not the ex.”

Gilly snorted quietly into his coffee cup. “No shit. Hard to be scared of mince meat.”

Megan whimpered as she shifted and all the men paused to see if she’d wake. When she settled down again they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Taza caught the silence and turned to observe his brothers with his daughter. All of them had unintentionally softened their voices as she dozed. Even Angel was controlling his tone. He chuckled as Riz rose to retrieve the blanket that had suddenly taken up residence on the back of the club house couch. It was gently tucked around Megan to keep off the breeze. Early October was chillier than normal this year and no one wanted a stray draft to wake the sleeping girl.

Bishop joined in on the chuckle. “Should we start renting them out as nursemaids?” He puffed his cigar.

Creeper laughed. “Like anyone’s going to trust them with a kid. We’re lucky if they can brew coffee reliably half the time.”

All the men laughed quietly and chatted until the rumble of EZ’s bike startled Megan awake. She jumped and then whimpered quietly at the motion.

“Easy, mi princessa. Just the prospect coming back.” Hank pressed a kiss to her hair and soothed her with a hand down her spine.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to doze off.” She rubbed her face with her good hand and shifted as if to get up.

“Nah, girl. Stay put. The prospect can come to you,” Angel said stubbing out his cigarette. “And you look like you needed the sleep. You got circles dark enough under those big brown eyes to make someone think you’re a raccoon.”

Megan giggled a little and looked up at Hank. “Am I putting your legs to sleep?”

“Shit girl - you don’t weigh enough to put his legs to sleep!” Gilly said.

Hank threw a balled up napkin at the two idiots. “Leave her alone, you two. And no, mi princessa, you’re fine.”

Gilly opened his mouth again and Coco smacked the back of his head. “Damn. No wonder I’m her favorite and she picked me to go along. Sheesh.” He grinned at Megan. “Shitheads’ always gotta comment, huh?”

That immediately started a play fight between the three younger men about who was Megan’s favortie as Riz egged it on.

EZ slipped inside with a box. “This should help you keep your arm still better, Princessa.” He smiled that charming Reyes smile and handed it to Hank. “It works like the regular sling by supporting the weight, but it also straps it to your chest for less movement. They used them all the time on baseball injuries.”

“Thanks, EZ.” Megan smiled up at him and stood so that Hank could help her switch out the slings.

#lost princessa #Meet the Reaper #che taza romero #hank loza #megan(oc) x hank #taza x daughter!oc #bishop losa #creeper vargas #gilly mayans #angel reyes #ez reyes #gilly lopez #michael ariza #el padrino #marcus alvarez

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jambo-rat · 11 months

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Some of my own personal story ((:

This is a little passion project that I'm working on. I really hope that you enjoy the progress so far. I'll probably post it when I'm done but it'll be a LOT of words and reading. But it should be worth it !!!

CW: drug abuse, alcohol abuse, hallucinations, gore-(ish), and swearing

Everything was ringing in John’s ears, the buzzing growing more and more intense. He faintly heard his name being called, it slowly growing as his eyesight slowly focused on his hands and the salad in front of him.

“John? John, are you okay?” The voice snapped him out of his daze.

“Huh?" He whispered, looking up and staring at her.

"Are you okay John? You kind of blacked out on me there." Alyssa playfully teased, staring at him with a nervous expression.

"Oh yeah, I'm…I'm okay." He told her, his hand holding the side of his head.

"Okay…if you say so." She shrugged before continuing her story.

The ringing in his ears grew to a pitch as he let out a small groan. He squeezed his eyes before snapping them open, now standing in the doorway of his house as the ringing in his ears started to die down.

"How'd I get here…?" He whispered, closing the front door behind him as he dropped his bag on the couch next to him. He stumbled to the counter, his brows furrowing as he stared down at the note on his counter. John shook his head and walked past to grab a cup. He turned and pulled a bottle of whiskey off his fridge. He accidentally slammed the glass on the counter, sucking in a breath at the loud slam.

"Fuck." He hissed, rubbing his temples as he closed his eyes.

John let out a breath and slightly opened them again, popping the cap off of the bottle before pouring the golden liquid into the glass cup. He set the heavy amber bottle back on down and sealed it, slightly pushing the glass back from the edge. He walked back to the note, picking it up with one hand while the other brought the glass cup to his lips. He threw his head back, swallowing the liquid in one go before coughing, his head falling back forwards.

John sighed and finally picked up the crumpled note, smoothing it out so he could read it more clearly. The text was neat and almost clean, a little crooked here and there but otherwise it looked almost perfect.

"Dear John,

I know we haven't talked in a while. Or at all actually. But I thought it would be nice to try and reconnect! I heard you got a new job, that's amazing to hear! I know you're probably confused on who I am and I apologize, but hopefully we'll see each other again!

Love, J."

John let out a small scoff, crumpling the paper again. He went to pour another glass but stopped when he saw a shadow fly past in the corner of his eye. He turned to scan his office, the room almost pitch black. "Hello?" He called out, setting his cup down and walking over to the office. He stepped past the barrier before stumbling back at the feeling of hands brush his chest. "Shit!" He yelped, falling back and staring up at the abyss. He let out heavy breaths as he quickly stood up, grabbing his phone from the counter and stumbling back to his bathroom.

Once in his bathroom John started the water in the sink. He put his hands under the running water, a small hiss slipping from him at the cool feeling hitting his palms and running down his fingers. He took a deep breath and leaned forward, splashing his face with the water. He raised his head again, his vision blurry from the water on his lashes. He went to grab the towel on the counter so he could dry his face but then he paused, noticing something in the corner of his eyes, reflected from the mirror. He shook his head, ignoring it as he grabbed one of the various bright orange bottles on his bathroom counter. He looked down at the label. It was Fluoxetine prescribed to a "Johnathan Oscar". He went to open the top, struggling more than he'd like to admit. When he finally got it open it slipped out of his hand, falling into the sink. "No!" He squeaked, dropping the bottle into the sink.

He let out a breath, his gaze shooting up and landing on the mirror. His gaze immediately trailed over to the bathroom closet door behind him. It was cracked open with black, slender fingers gripping the doorframe. His gaze trailed up and he made 'eye contact' with the being, beady red eyes. A small breath left him as he slowly turned his head to look back at the closet. It was closed, no sign of anything or anyone. He let out a small breath and looked back at the mirror, seeing it opened a bit more. "The fuck…?" He muttered, looking back at the door with a furrowed brow. He shook his head and turned back to the sink, trying to pull as many pills out of the sink as he could. He grabbed three pills from his prescription, setting the bottle back on the counter and turning to walk back to the kitchen.

When he got back to the counter he opened the bottle of Whiskey again, pouring it back into the shot glass. He poured more of the amber liquid into the glass. John set the glass bottle down again, making sure he didn't make it slam. He sealed the case before pushing it back and away from the counter. He grabbed the pills, putting them in his mouth and swallowing them before using the alcohol as a chaser, another cough slipping from him. He walked over to the couch and went to grab the remote for the device. When he flicked the device on it didn't turn on. "What is wrong with you?" He muttered, frowning at the screen. He sighed and flipped the remote over, opening the batter compartment. Instead of the normal double A batteries you'd see there was a paper folded up. He pulled it out and unfolded it, his eyes scanning over the writing yet again. This time it was a little more jumbled but it still looked neat.

"Dear John,

Do you remember that night we walked together by the freeway? The night when we talked for hours and hours together? It's one of my favorite memories. The way you held my hand as our laughter mixed together, our pains defend by the joy of that night. I can't still remember the way you gently said my name and the way you'd squeeze my hand when you wanted to make a silent agreement. I wish we could still do that. But people change. I know you definitely have. But that's okay, maybe I can find a way to change with you. Anyways, I hope this finds you well.

Love, J."

John grumbled softly, balling up the note and throwing it onto the couch as he stood up. "Who the fuck is J? And where are his letters coming from?" He snarled, taking a deep breath as he tried to calm down. John trudged over to the cabinet nearby, opening it and watching for some sort of food. As he searched for something to eat there was a large slam nearby causing him to jump. "Shit." He gasped, his hand gripping his chest as his heart pounded in his chest, the beating making his ears ring again. He squeezed his eyes and gripped his shirt, his nails pushing against his palm through the thin fabric. When his eyes opened again his gaze landed to the mid-stomach of a figure. His gaze slowly trailed up, going higher and higher before stopping at where the door frame stopped, about mid-neck.

The figure was thin. It was so thin that he could see the ribs protruding from its chest. He went back to the stomach and saw how the skin dipped back, just barely enough space to fit the internal organs it would need. John's gaze flicked to its arms. They were un-naturally long; they reached to about the middle of its shins, which was even more surprising because its legs were also long, maybe a little longer than its arms. The skin. It looked like the skin was rotten, hugging the bones that made the limbs. At first glance it would be easily mistaken for a skeleton. If not for the stench of rotting flesh and the visible decay of its skin.

There were a few pauses of deafening silence, the ringing in John's ears only growing in pitch before the zombie-like creature let out a blood curdling scream. One that almost caused John to stumble and fall to the ground. The only reason why he didn't was because the creature came charging at him, but stopped after a few steps and collapsed, its head being torn from its body. When John saw the head he let out a scream of pure terror. He stared down at the sunken, bright red eyes staring up at him. Its mouth was hung slack, one side barely hanging on. If it weren't for the little bit of cheek tissue that desperately clung to the peeling muscle. John slapped a hand over his mouth, his legs giving out under him, causing the male to trip over his own feet and land back on his tailbone.

Thank you for reading ! This has truly become a passion project and I want to share it with everyone here. If you have any suggestions I'll take them to hopefully improve my writing ((:

#writing #passion writing #passion project #horror #content warning #psycosis #love sam #inspired #i watched game play and my brain immediately went WRITE #i love this so much

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perfectpaperbluebirds · 1 year

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Sicktember #25

Prompt: Confused/Disoriented

Fandom/OCs: Plague Doctor OCs (Alastair and Eliza)

Words: 700

Sicknario inspo: None ("We need to do something about that fever" from previous posts)

Author’s comments/background: Read the first plague doctor story here. Not much to say abou this I suppose. Alastair has fever nightmares and Eliza is always there to comfort him. Domestic fluff is basically all you get on this blog and I'll never apologize for that.

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Alastair was having another nightmare. He had been having a peaceful Lord's Day nap, with no patients needing his attention and snow falling thickly outside. He, like most folk, was sleepier in general during the winter months and his shy smile of excitement at the prospect of a winter nap had melted his wife Eliza's heart as the old boyishness lighted his features, reminiscent of the days when they'd met at her father's inn.

Alastair didn't usually have nightmares anymore. In the early years of their marriage, he woke up most nights covered in the cold sweat of fear, the screams of the dying and the mourning ringing in his years. That was many years past now, though. These days, if Alastair had a nightmare, it was a sure sign that something else was amiss in his life, and this worried his wife. Life had seemed to her to be very peaceful of late.

When she heard the beginnings of the familiar tossing and moaning, she was at his side in an instant. She didn't wake him, though. She had learned long ago that waking him only made things worse. It either scared him more so that he woke screaming or he didn't wake, just opened his eyes and looked around in panic, but unseeing, taking even longer to truly rouse. Yet she wanted to be near at hand when he snapped out of it, because he seemed to calm more quickly when he saw a friendly face. The intervening minutes felt like hours, though, every time. Finally he woke with a gasping moan that bordered on a wail, drenched and shaking. Eliza quickly grabbed his hand, squeezing tight to bring him back to the present. His eyes met hers, the wary expression fading into one of recognition, though an undertone of confusion lingered.

"Eliza?" he mumbled. "You shouldn't be here. "Where's William and Edgar?"

He was often disoriented when he woke from such dreams. She gently stroked his hand. "You're not in London, love. We're in the country. Your father's land. There's no more plague. We're safe."

"Safe," he croaked, still muddled and faraway. "Where's Catherine?"

Catherine–his late first wife. This was the hardest question. "She's gone, dear."

He didn't quite seem to comprehend this, or else it was too much at the moment, for he simply closed his eyes with a little moan. That pitiful noise at last hinted to Eliza what might be troubling him. She brushed the sweaty hair away from his forehead, letting her palm linger against his skin.

"Alastair, dear, we need to do something about this fever," she murmured.

"What fever?" he asked, forehead puckering. With his eyes closed, she couldn't tell if he knew yet what year he was in.

"It's not terribly high, not to worry, but you're very warm, and it's from more than sleep. Why didn't you tell me you were feeling poorly?"

When his eyes opened, she saw lucidity, though his gaze was still hazy. "I wasn't sure I was. I thought it was just the winter chill and weariness. I had hoped a nap would help. It wasn't so bad that I wanted to alarm you."

"Yet you know how easily you take fever," she sighed. "But I understand. Such things can be subtle. I'll make you a hot toddy right away, and we'll hopefully get rid of this before it settles."

"My angel," he sighed, closing his eyes again. "I'd be lost without you. I'm sorry for worrying you."

"There's no cause to apologize for that," she chuckled. "The fault is as much mine as yours. We'll just set you right and it'll be no harm done."

She kissed the hand she was still holding, then he pulled her hand in to do the same, both of them smiling.

"You rest here. I'll be back in a blink with your drink," she instructed.

"It's no hurry," he said with a yawn. "As you said, I'm safe and warm just as I am, here with you."

#sicktember 2023 #skt 2023 #prompt 25 #plague doctor ocs

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luckyshotwrites · 1 year

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Ch. 71 // Live On, Uri. // Day xxx

Contents (Warnings): Escape (Angst, death mention, hard vore mention, character and monster info as always). Read full chapter on - A03

Wordcount: 3,000 (FINALLLY)

Song I listened to on repeat for this chapter: Beneath The Brine - The Family Crest

Side note: This will contain experimental writing; first person (Lynette's view) will be implemented alongside third person for the two other essential characters, (mostly) Alexander and (occasionally) Drake. All their text will be italicized for those third-person moments, with the characters' names in Bold at the start and their thoughts in Bold. There may be other characters I write for using this.

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Claudia

Another Two years.

They passed quickly.

Anubis taught her what each feeling meant, from the stabbing poisonous urchins of sadness to the giggle-spurring heat of happiness. It spurred many questions within Urtsi. She made sure to "bother" Anubis with new ones every day.

"You've killed every single one of your previous owners?"

Anubis sat with his back against the bars, the same as her. "Of course, when they're given the prospect of wishes, their deep and darkly twisted desires come out." He could feel the warmth coming from her behind him. Her 'wings' came from her back, gently pressing at his.

"And their first wish is always a guarantee." Anubis felt the sour film clot in his mouth, the things they asked him to grant, and what they did to others. He could read his owners' intentions, feelings, and emotions; he understood them better than anyone else.

"Similar to our favors and the Escora with their "you've captured me" deals?" Urtsi replied, running her wings at the cloth of his clothing. It was rare for a monster to wear such a thing. She understood magus's, but she had not seen many monsters do so. Then again, Anubis did appear human. "And what about the other wishes?"

A smile crept upon his face, and a soft scoff brushed past his lips. "A Jinn can say no to an owner's wish. Every and all wishes until five more years pass," he softly chuckled, "fortunately for me, Mitz can't wish for anything to affect me. If she could, she would have probably made me agreeable." He shuttered at the thought.

Urtsi's eyes flickered back. She felt one of the false Drakin climbing over her legs. It made her smile. "How did you kill your owners if they owned you?"

Anubis sighed, "Most think it's three wishes, and then we're done. And that strong thought of it being over allows our items to vanish from them and gives us a temporary "freedom" until either we or someone else finds our item."

"Did Mitz know she had more?"

Urtsi watched his face scowl, "we're not obligated to tell our owners the rules, but that was Mitz's first wish."

He turned his head to look at her side profile. Though, most of her face remained hidden beyond the face plate.

"Why don't you take that off?" Anubis asked with a playful smirk, "They say you should never trust someone whose eyes you can't see."

Her normal fingers traced along the face plates exterior. It felt smooth, like a seashell fresh from the ocean. It was flexible to curve over her face.

"The only one who can take this off is the coven leader that brought me up from the red soil." Her hand shifted to the side stuck to her face, "and they are long dead now. So it'll be stuck here, not that my body has yet to grow. I'm matured."

I failed my purpose at maturity too.

She had been told she was left alive to be reburied in the red soil once she reached maturity. Urtsi was supposed to allow her body to be torn apart and repurposed for new children. Those that hopefully were not suntouched.

For the first time, Anubis's hand went past the bars, and Urtsi froze. Haphazardly filled with curiosity.

"Do you only see energy?" He asked her.

Though she couldn't feel if someone touched its surface, it still sent a chill up her spine. She didn't respond, stunned.

Anubis realized what he had done and pulled his hand back, "I was looking for a seal that binds it to you. In case I could remove it."

Urtsi knew that was impossible. The coven always told her if it was crushed or broken, it'd kill her too. She went to answer the original question he asked. "I can see as I believe you do. You've got hair that matches embers,"

Anubis glanced at the few strands of his hair out of place. The rest was usually up in a bun. "Ah, so colors are darker to you," he said. "I wonder what color eyes you have under there."

Urtsi had never thought of her own eyes, not that she needed to, she saw fine. "If I die, my mask will detach; you can see them then. Though, the eyes lose color-"

"No," Anubis said quickly before she continued.

He shook his head, still, holding a smile though faint. "You've lived this long. If you decide to keel over while still in this cage, I won't take care of the false drakin snappers; they'll die too."

"That's a little cruel; they haven't done anything wrong."

Anubis reached his hand passed again and flicked her forehead, "Then don't go dying on me."

...

Another Year.

The idea started to play in her mind, "They didn't want to die, did they?" Urtsi said aloud. These thoughts began to circle within her mind, along with their voice's pleas while in Mitz's "care."

"They?" Anubis questioned, relaxed upon the bars. The lanterns around them were dimmer today, making it harder for her to see.

"The members." Urtsi felt at her chest, though the clock was only visible to those outside the family and Hendra. The only time it was visible to another member was when Hendra broke it. "Those I helped punish with Mitz."

"They didn't," Anubis replied. "They simply did something that Hendra didn't like or weren't useful anymore. That's why she's been serving the lower members to us."

Urtsi raised a brow, along with a stabbing in her chest. Why do I feel bad? What happened? The thought of them fighting in the chair reminded her of being buried in the soil. The impending grip of death.

"I-I wouldn't want that," Urtsi said with the burden unmoving. "And I don't feel good about it."

Anubis nodded, like he understood, "Then don't do it. We have such limited control of our situations; you and I are locked away, aren't we? Bound to the will of others."

Urtsi couldn't stop thinking about all the others as she curled down. "We have choices, don't we?"

A faint wheeze of a laugh came from him, "Either do as they say or die."

"Then I don't mind staying here with you and..." she could feel the plethora of critters crawling all over her for attention now. Especially as she was sad, "them."

...

He would visit her for three years, delivering her food a few days a week. Until it stopped. He didn't come, and the lights never turned back on. It had been a week, and she was exhausted.

Urtsi didn't know what happened; he hadn't told her he'd disappear again.

She touched the bars, remembering him near. And the door jangled open for the first time in a while, leading into her cave. The nook that no one used anymore for anything but to keep this Fae starved of light.

It was Kalin.

Urtsi had not seen or associated with him for years; she thought he had died. Or maybe, it was something she hoped for.

The pain she thought was long gone started to swell at her back. She curled up in her corner with the other critters.

His pumpkin orange-hue glanced over while he leaned on the cage. He left himself open, purposefully for her to attack.

"Feeling comfortable, Urtsi?" Kalin's voice hummed.

Her body fell limp.

He smiled. "Oh, so I see I'm stronger than you too?" He laughed with a perturbed grin, "And you decided to take on one of our strongest so many years ago?"

Urtsi did not respond. Though the aching discomfort had relinquished, a sliver of sadness remained.

"Imagine if you weren't stupid. You could have helped us more during the war."

War? Urtsi said in her head, not aloud.

"What's the matter?" Kalin's tone surrounded her ears, "Where did all that spring and liveliness go? I swear I've heard you down here cackling with Anubis before Mits got jealous."

She felt the coolness of his gaze. It looked like, at any moment, much like his sister, his hands could come out and grasp around her throat.

"What happened to him?"

There was a twirl in his eyes, "who knows, maybe Mitz finally killed him," his guffaw pushed her. "Jinns are bound by that powerful item, right? Even if they're dead, that item still has its uses."

She felt her body curl in, refusing to go onward. Still, she did. Her chain hands grabbed at the bars near Kalin.

He smiled with vigor, grabbed her hands, and brought her straight into the bars with her hands outside them. All the critters in the cage began to bump at the barrier at its bottom as if to try and protect her. Her face smushed against the metal, and the hands at her back came out too.

"Go ahead, bring those out too." His mouth whispered in her ear, "I've been waiting to taste more of that delicious fae flesh."

The image made her body twinge like a plucked string. "don't."

She could hear him lick his lips near her ear, "I'm behaving; Mama doesn't want you dead yet. You're still heavily imperative for keeping this barrier up while the rest of the family collects whatever they can of this world." Kalin snickered, "But do you want to know a secret?"

"When Mama doesn't need you anymore, she told me you're all mine, Urtsi."

The fear grappled her. It wrestled against her body, making her tremble with its strain.

"Why do you follow her." Her words came out so timidly.

Kalin pulled back, grinning, yet his grip didn't let go of her larger wrists. "Why? I wanted to die for someone strong just like our parents," Kalin lifted up his neck so she could see the long-healed gash that led down his chin and down his shirt to his chest. "I specialized in verbal spells, so Hendra tore out my throat."

The salmon pink-haired male said it with a sense of pride. "She won, but my body had the energy to spare, so it healed me and brought me back. The fun of being a magus." He turned his head to face her better. "I was supposed to be dead, so what better way to spend the rest of my life than following my murderer?"

Kalin chuckled like it was normal, "I don't care what she decides for us to do. I don't even care about her reasons to collect rare parts." He let himself move from the bars again.

A thought whirled in his eyes as he looked at faint pink arms. "And look at this, I almost forgot." His hands curved around her wrists tighter. "Since you put your hands passed the cage, I can do this-" He said as he bent and snapped them.

...

It was quiet. There was not another skitter nor anymore climbing at her feet. It had been three more years. And during that time, Kalin had forced her to eat them. Dot, Ern, Poco, Little Uri, and Anubie. She had gotten so used to their tiny pattering inside her cage and their warmth; she still remembered the first time Anubis brought them to her. Urtsi still had yet to see him. Some days she felt like she heard him far, far above. It was most likely her imagination.

The only one she ever saw now was Kalin, and all he did was mess with her like Mitz did. Except, he'd only do it for a short time. He hated Urtsi. She knew that because she hated him. She hated Hendra, she hated Mitz, she hated Kalin. Whenever she thought of their names, it fetched waves of crushing anger.

She knew Anubis was alive at least; she could feel their intertwined barriers, which was comfort enough. She had no idea why they still made the two keep them up, but it was the only connection she had to him left. However, Urtsi could feel hers wouldn't last much longer at this rate. The food needed to be more abundant. She expended so much energy against a force she didn't understand outside.

She only kept herself company again. Talking, whispering, yelling, practicing the new emotions, some against her will. They held her hostage when she knew what they were.

...

It was the same looping cycle; she had been trapped inside this cage for nearly ten years. She didn't mind the loop; she told herself she didn't care. She started to hear rushing; something was coming at the door, fast. Being in the dark helped sharpen her hearing. The door flew open, and the figure shown by the lights from above made her excitement bubble.

"Uri," Anubis's voice pinged. A franticness pressed with it.

Her attention snapped to him, "Anubis, hi. Hello. Sorry about the critters you got me; they made me eat them." She blurted out. She didn't know whether he would be disappointed or mad.

He scanned the cage floor before his hand came up to the bars. The cage started to creak with his magic against it, "you're leaving."

Once he was close, she saw the slowly constricting collar. He wasn't supposed to be this far. It glowed to show that. Mitz demanded him to be near her.

"What-" Urtsi's smile faded, "stop it, go back to her."

The cage started to open to him until the chain pulled him back. That could only happen if Mitz was near.

"How dare you." The venom leaked out as she walked through the door. Her messy, unmistakably oversized, and matted hair was hard to miss. "That's Kalin's prey, not yours."

Anubis pulled at the collar around his neck, and Mitz smiled widely, a sadistic greeting, "Hiya there, guess what today is.~ We'll leave soon, so Kalin's gonna..." She made a biting gesture at Urtsi like a dog.

The fear spiraled inside her limbs. I'm going to die. She wanted to tell them no, say anything, but her lips quivered. She knew he'd do it. Kalin would.

"Look at your body," she said, holding up the lantern. "You'd barely be a snack."

"MITZ," Anubis growled out, but she kicked him onto the ground and put her heel onto his face, near his eye.

"You're sickening; you care for a Dirty, Disgusting, Traitor."

Urtsi jumped up, and her hands threw themselves toward the bars.

"TOUCH ME, AND I'LL KILL HIM," Mitz said.

Urtsi stopped, and Mitz's dumb grin remained solid until Anubis laughed from below her.

"If your goal was to kill me, you would have done it years ago!" He hooted, his arm curled around her leg, bringing her off. It hurt him in the process; Urtsi could see the flash on his pained face, especially as she collided with the ground.

She let out a gasp, "y-YOU'RE DEAD."

The collar brought him down to her, and then as he collided with her body, the glowing seized. The burning bundle of fire from the lamp bustled out.

His sinister whisper filled the space, every inch. "I've wanted to silence your obnoxious, deafening laughter since I've met you." Her body continued to twitch, and Anubis grabbed something from her hand, the chain at his neck starting to fade.

Mitz was quiet; she didn't say anything. And as Anubis stood up, Urtsi saw the hole in his chest, the same as Mitz's.

Her mouth hung from shock. "A-a." She couldn't say his name.

"I wanted to answer you back then," Anubis said rigidly with heavy breaths, like Mitz, who struggled to heal herself. He left his arm in her body, a weak mist trail leading back to him.

"I hesitated because it was a foolish reason to live." Anubis reached the bars, leaving the trail behind him. His form looked less and less stable.

"I wanted to live to meet an owner that wouldn't be driven by madness or greed, but that's all us, Jinn, ever have as owners." His other closed hand shakily raised as the canary yellow hue started to dim.

Her hands came out, frantically moving past the bars to heal his wound; she wanted to go to Mitz. He stopped her.

"You'll-" her voice choked, "die."

"And even though you were a strange Little Fae we picked up." He leaned against the bar. "You've never had a chance to experience anything; maybe that's why you made me feel so free. Your joy, your pure need to go on...that's what made me so desperate to help you..."

He smiled, leaning in with what he had left to kiss her forehead.

He opened the palm of his remaining hand; it held his ring. His form was turning into mist before her eyes. "The barrier will start to break; so take this, spread your wings."

His last words held her body tightly. It forced her to pick up the ring, "and live on Uri."

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triple-7-heaven · 2 years

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Hot & Cold

a/n: requested! yves and reader insert have to keep their relationship on the downlow because of yves' mother's high standards for the people yves dates. reader insert is fine with it and thinks things are going great, but doesn't realize yves is feeling guilty about the situation. kind of weird jumps in time, hope it's easy to follow; was not sure which direction to take this, hope you enjoy anon written with male reader in mind but could be read by anyone pairing: male reader x yves; words: 1.9k ; categories: loona, yves, angst, reader insert, secret relationship(?)

Sooyoung sat a foot or so away from you on the couch. The TV played commercials, and the vivid colors fell over the floor and the walls. You drank the last of your hot chocolate and set the mug down gently on the table next to you, then looked over at the woman you loved, loved so much. Her gaze was directed at the TV, but her eyes seemed to be looking past the screen. You wondered what thoughts were brewing behind them. As you stood to take your mug to the kitchen you touched her shoulder, and she looked up at you, seemingly dazed, tired, just plain out of it.

"Want anything from the kitchen?" you asked. She gave a weak smile.

"I'm good, honey," she replied. Well, okay. You went to the kitchen and put the mug in the dishwasher, then returned to the living room where Sooyoung still looked... Off. You sat close to her and looked her up and down, but she didn't seem to notice.

"You okay? What are you thinking?" you asked. After a long pause, she squeezed her eyes shut and a silent tear escaped.

"I can't keep doing this," she whispered.

"Uh... Doing what?" you asked incredulously.

"This." She gestured between the two of you.

"What are you talking about? Did I do something?" you scrambled to find answers.

"No, just... Hiding. I can't keep... Hiding," she said slowly. Your mind was flooded with images, memories, feelings.

It was hot on the day Sooyoung brought you home. She'd warned you beforehand that it might not go well, but the both of you decided you wanted to try anyway, just in case fate was on your side for once. Her mother was strict about relationships, even though Sooyoung was very much an adult now, and especially strict about the kinds of guys she wanted her daughter with. You didn't really meet the criteria.

"We don't have to, you know. I don't want to mess anything up for you," you said in the car before walking up to her house. She pushed her hand through your hair, resting it on the back of your head.

"We have to, baby... If we don't now, she'll find out through someone else, and that would be worse. It'll be okay," she said hopefully. It wasn't okay. The door wasn't open for five minutes before it was slammed in your face, all the while a screaming match between Sooyoung and her mother raging.

"You can't be with him!" "Why not?" "It's a disgrace upon our family!" "But what about me?" "You're a part of this family, you fool!" "I don't understand, why can't this just work out?" "It's not supposed to!"

Returning to the car with your arm around a shaken and tearful Sooyoung, you heard her mother call after you.

"Come here together one more time and you'll never come back again!"

You quickly made arrangements at a hotel in Busan and the two of you crashed there for the night. Neither of you got much sleep, as you were busy rubbing her back, and she was busy sobbing into the crook of your neck. After a few hours, she regained some sense of composure, sitting up and placing her hands on your shoulders.

"What do we do?" you asked.

"I guess we keep it secret... I'm so sorry," she said with another sob. You brushed her hair from her cheek, stuck there by her tears. "If you don't wanna have to do this, I would understand, you know. If you'd rather be with someone else-"

"I-I can handle it, we can do this, Sooyoung," you said. You weren't confident, though. Eyes and cameras were on her at all times. How would you do it? How would you not crack under the pressure? As unsure as you were, you tried, and for months you maintained a successful relationship undercover. The power of a hat and a mask would soon reveal itself to you, as she could walk over to your apartment without much notice at all, you could go on short dates sometimes, even. You thought you were doing a decent job, at least you didn't notice anything wrong. But even though you didn't notice, it was there.

Sooyoung was dancing in the practice room. Jiwoo was walking past, about to leave for the night, and she stopped in to talk to her.

"Sooyoungie! It's so late, how come you're still here?" she said cheerfully. Her tone changed, however, when she noticed Sooyoung's expression; it was serious, contorted in thought, maybe even in pain.

"I just don't want to be idle. That's when I start thinking too much. Trying to keep myself busy," she replied and paused the music. "How come you're still here?"

"Did some extra, I guess. What are you thinking too much about?" Jiwoo asked and set her bag on the floor. She leaned against the wall casually.

"You know, the whole thing with the guy I told you about. With my mom," she said, still catching her breath.

"Oh, right. Is it going badly? I'm sorry," Jiwoo said and moved closer.

"No, no, it's not necessarily going badly, it's just... It's hard. He's fantastic, he treats me perfectly, but... Having to keep my family life separate from my life with him is hard," she said.

"I know how much you love them both, unnie, it can't be easy," Jiwoo said. She looked to the older girl for approval before moving in to hug her.

"I feel like I love him too much to do this secret relationship thing with him. I feel so... Guilty. He shouldn't have to live this way, Jiwoo... Constantly hiding us. He should be able to take a girl out like normal and post photos with her, the way he can't with me. He has to be getting tired of this, right? I love him, but I don't think I can give him what he deserves," she said. Her voice began to break towards the end of her last sentence, and Jiwoo squeezed her tighter.

"Don't say that. I'm sure he's happy to do whatever he has to do, to be with you. He loves you, too, you know," she spoke into Sooyoung's chest.

"I know."

The bar you and your friends frequented was usually pretty quiet, and tonight was no exception at all. In fact, it might have been more dead than usual. When you looked at the time, it was later than you'd thought, and you felt a pang of worry when you realized Sooyoung hadn't texted you yet. She usually let you know when she got home or got to your place after work. You texted her to ask if she was alright, and she responded very quickly, just saying she was doing some extra practice today. You were relieved, and sent her an 'I love you' before getting back to your friends. They asked you how it was going with her, and you said it was pretty damn good. Who wouldn't love Sooyoung, with her dorky and sweet personality on the inside, and smoldering hot face and body on the outside? You'd disclosed your relationship only to your closest friends, as you trusted them well, and they respected the privacy of it. The privacy... Right. It really didn't get to you much, though sometimes it ate at you when planning dates, having to keep in mind the time of day, location, how many people would be around. But you didn't care; you loved her too much to care. You'd hide underground with her if you had to; you'd make it work with her until the end of time.

And you really thought it didn't get to Sooyoung, either. You might have been oblivious or stupid, but you genuinely didn't notice any signs from her that things were going wrong, until she said those words to you when you were watching TV together after you both got home, you, from the bar, she, from work.

"Hiding. I can't keep... Hiding. You shouldn't have to hide."

"Oh. I, I'm sorry, Sooyoung, I didn't realize it was... Getting to you," you said.

"It's not even that, it's... The guilt. I wish I could be the girl you deserved. I can't stop thinking about you with someone else, someone you wouldn't have to be so secretive with. I can't stop thinking about you being happier that way," she said. You reached for her, hoping to comfort her with a touch, a hug, a kiss, but she shrugged you off. "No... I have to start letting you go now, before I can't anymore."

"Wait, does that mean-"

"I have to go," she cut you off.

"Sooyoung please, just stay the night, I'll sleep on the couch, if you want. It's freezing, you can't go home now," you said and tried to grab her arm as she stood. It really wasn't the best time for her to storm out; you took note of the snow falling outside the window.

"Don't touch me. I'm going now," she said and frantically collected her things. You pleaded with her, following her from room to room as she threw objects into her duffel bag, now in tears, every word dripping with desperation. She swung the door open and you grabbed one of your coats to follow her.

"You are not dressed for this weather, Sooyoung, for God's sake, wait!" you said and followed her down the hallway. You made it all the way down the stairs and onto the sidewalk before you caught up with her.

Fuck it.

You took a firm hold on her shoulders and stopped her where she stood, and she protested, but you got her to be still eventually. She held her breath as you draped the coat over her shoulders. You smoothed it out and her eyes slowly raised to meet yours.

"I love you, Sooyoung... I'm sorry I couldn't... Make this work. I love you so much. You have my key. My door will always be open for you," you said with tears still falling from your eyes. "I wouldn't be happier with anyone else. You're my everything. You're my absolute everything..."

"It's not your fault," she whispered. Then, she turned on her heels and left. She just... Left. About a block down, you saw her pull your coat around her tightly and push her hair back.

It was cold on the day Sooyoung left you. It didn't take long for you to lose feeling in your fingers and toes. You watched her until you couldn't see her anymore; and you drank up every step she took, watching her like you did when she danced. You thought about running after her. But all you could do was stand there. How could this happen so suddenly? No warning, not even a day. You wondered if she was lying. Was it really not your fault? Maybe you weren't doing enough for her. Maybe she wasn't attracted to you anymore. Maybe this was just a cover for a reason like those. It had to be your fault, right? It was a waste of time to wonder, you thought, and trudged back to the stairs, slowly making your way back home. Upon entering your bedroom, you noticed a hoodie left on your bed, a pink hoodie. It wasn't yours... You fell asleep that night with the hoodie pressed to your face, threatening to suffocate you, inhaling all that was left of Sooyoung's sweet smell.

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hyperionshipping · 2 years

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Jealous Jealous Constantine

A/N: Okayy I talked about this with someone before I swear. Probably my friend Bev! Slightly suggestive, but honestly I wouldn't rate this past like pg-13. There is some kissing and a scene I wrote to hopefully be read as something else. This is 2000 words! One of my longest fics recently.

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"You've been gone," John said, a drawl to his voice. Someone had been drinking. "Takin' after me now? How about I stop by and pick you up? We'll 'ave a couple of drinks. It'll be good." Tricks laughed into his phone, a smile on his face.

"What can I say? This demons been busy, John. Don't you understand? Tell you what, if you're here in 20 minutes, I'll be ready. Okay?"

"I'll hold you to that, goodbye Tricks."

"Bye John." As soon as Tricks hung the phone up, he also tossed his phone on his bed. He had no idea what to wear. Did he own anything? "Oh my god, what did I sign up for?"

Tricks promptly threw open his closet, eyeing his clothes. He totally had something. The schwing of clothing hangers filled his room as he pushed clothes to the side. "Great one Tricks. 20 minutes. Right! 'Cause, that's so much time."

His hands stopped on a black dress shirt. "Wait a minute. Yes! Yes, I can work with this. Hello little guy," Tricks grabbed it quickly, tossing it on his bed. He rifled through his pants drawer, folding a pair over his arms as he quickly walked around his room. He was mumbling about a belt.

Eventually, he found it. A brown belt with a gold buckle that shined. He held it, walking back to his bed. He grabbed his phone to check the time, and dropped it back onto the bed.

He got dressed, standing in front of his mirror, fumbling with the belt. It took two tries to correctly loop it. He huffed, pulling his shirt a little to have it untucked in a fancy sort of way. At least, he thought of it as a fancy sort of thing.

Finally, Tricks was lacing up his boots. Red ones. A bit heavy on the foot but he loved them. He smiled, going to admire himself in the mirror. This was a look. He looked good.

Now all he had to do was wait for John.

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Tricks laughed, grabbing onto John. He was talking about an older job. And cracking jokes. "John," Tricks said between a laugh. "I'm glad you got me out. This is nice. We haven't hung out in such a long time."

"And I'm glad you agreed. Bartender! Uh--" John stalled for a moment, and Tricks piped in.

"Another round of shots please! 4 for us,"

"Trying to drink me under the table, Tricks?"

"Maybe. Worried a demon will do that Constantine?" It was rare Tricks used his last name. John looked in Tricks' eyes. They flashed yellow, and he had a smirk on his face.

Tricks thanked the bartender for the shots, carefully scooting them all to himself. "You can get your own right?" Tricks grabbed one of the shot glasses, bringing it to his lips. He downed it, smiling at John.

John grabbed the next, scooting closer to Tricks. With his free hand, he grabbed Tricks' jaw.

"John?" Tricks questioned, looking at him in the eyes. "What are you doing?"

"Helping you," he said, voice soft. "Keep your mouth open."

Tricks was glad for the lighting of the bar. Or else John certainly would have seen his blush. Carefully, John tipped the shot glass, alcohol cascading down Tricks' throat. Tricks coughed a little, caught up in the moment. John shushed him, reaching for the third shot. "One more time," John said. "Slowly, this time Tricks. Are you ready?"

"Y-yeah," Tricks tipped his own head back slightly, John's fingers staying on his jaw. John swallowed, eyes on Tricks' throat for a moment, and then his open mouth. Tricks took the third shot better this time. Swallowing so perfectly. John's stomach fluttered only slightly.

As Tricks' mouth hung open, John moved his hand, thumb brushing under his bottom lip. It was just wet, the trace of alcohol not swallowed. John brushed the little bit of alcohol that Tricks hadn’t swallowed away, and Tricks looked at him through his eyelashes. John shifted, his hand falling from Tricks’ jaw.

"Heh," Tricks grinned. "John, one last shot. Why don't you take it?"

"Right. Right, yes. I will." John was ever thankful for the alcohol but wished at the moment it was stronger. He didn't plan for the night to be like this. He needed a drink. A real one. To wash away the thoughts in the back of his head. Of other times Tricks' lips were wet. His pants felt tighter and John immediately flagged the bartender again.

The night had progressed, and John very suddenly couldn't find Tricks. He swore he had been right there. John scanned the area around him, until his eyes landed on a man he thought was Tricks. He began to walk towards him but paused when he actually heard Tricks' voice.

"Oh my god, really?" Tricks gasped. "No, that sounds so cool!" John watched Tricks hand brush this other man, and John swallowed hard. "No, I really don't do much. I have… an usual sort of job. It's a bit of a secret."

"Oh? You have me intrigued." John walked to the side to get a better look at the man. And he didn't like him one bit. "Are you sure I can't know? I won't tell a soul."

"Oh, you're so tempting~. But, no. A man needs to keep some secrets."

"I agree." The man smiled at Tricks and John hated that. "Well, you'll at least let me buy you a drink, won't you? Someone as pretty as you couldn't have come here alone."

"Well, I was with a friend but I thought I'd wander. I'd love a drink!" John watched Tricks walk off with the other man. This man offered Tricks his arm, and John almost growled watching how obviously Tricks had felt him up.

It was time to go. John reached into his coat, pulling his pack of cigarettes out. He was tapping the bottom when someone told him no and pointed outside. John huffed, grumbling under his breath, stomping outside.

Meanwhile, Tricks was enjoying his drink and this new person.

"Your friend…?" The man asked, "where is he?"

"Hmm! I don't know. He's usually easy to pick out in a crowd. He probably found himself someone nice and ditched me."

"Oh, I would never do that to someone like you." Tricks laughed, a soft blush on his cheeks.

"Oh, you're a flirt huh? And here I thought you must have a special someone!" he lightly tapped the man's arm.

"I am, sadly, single."

"Oh you poor thing," Tricks cooed.

As he said that, John walked back in. He heard Tricks laugh again, and he was done. Maybe it was the alcohol, but, seeing Tricks with this new person? It made his blood boil. John's hand brushed Tricks' back, making the other jump.

"Get your-- oh! John! Hey, where did you go?"

"I could say the same for you love." John looked at the other man, a grimace in his eyes. "We were just leavin' mate."

"Huh? John no I wa-"

"Excuse my friend, he's had a lot to drink. And I gotta get him home. C'mon,"

"John, I've barely had any!"

"You've had far too many. Well, I hope I don't see you around," the man Tricks was talking to looked slightly dumbfounded.

John just pulled a blubbering Tricks with him all the way to the exit. John didmt stop holding onto Tricks' arm until they were a few buildings away from the bar.

"John! What in the Hell was that all about!?" Tricks stopped, foot stomping the ground. "I was having fun, and you just took me away? You're not the one who tells me I've had too much to stay in a bar."

"Do you even know he was flirting with you?" John lit another cigarette, taking a long drag. "He was playing you like a fool."

Tricks snarled a little, and John knew he'd struck a nerve. "Excuse you? And why the fuck does it matter to you, John? Last I checked, we weren't dating. We haven't ever dated."

John just stared at Tricks. Silence was an easy way to piss him off. John had learned this from all the time he spent with Tricks. John could also still imagine Tricks with the other guy. Laughing and touching him, exactly like what Tricks would do to him. He hated that.

"John, you don't own me. Newsflash! I'm a damn demon. No one does. I'll flirt or be flirted with by whoever. I think you had too much to drink! Your head isn't on straight Johnnyboy."

John exhaled smoke, holding the cigarette limply between his two fingers. "He was a dirty sleazebag. I watched him pull the same trick on another guy." It was a lie. He couldn't tell Tricks what he truly felt.

Tricks searched John's face. John was mostly stoic. "I was only saving you," John said. "You're welcome."

"You're impossible." Tricks turned around.

"I'm going home, John."

"Give me a ride." John said, flicking his cigarette butt to the ground, stomping it out with the heel of his boot.

"You think I'm letting you sleep at my place after that stunt? No way."

"C'mon Tricks," John begged, "no hotels are open at this hour, and I don't want to bother anyone." Tricks groaned, balling his hands into fists.

"I hate you, John." Tricks threw his hands out, muttering something. Within the moment, John and Tricks were in front of Tricks' door. Tricks grabbed John's arm, reaching into John's coat for his house key.

"Hello~," John said, a smirk on his face.

"I'm not going to fuck you, John. Remember I gave you my key to hold onto? I'm not gonna break in. Tricks unlocked the door, and stepping in. John followed.

It made him feel good to be the one crossing the threshold. Tricks was muttering to himself, throwing the key down on his counter, and locking the door. John watched him start to unbutton his top.

"You're impossible by the way John. Why would I get to have a good day out with you huh? You ruin it cause I want to have a little fun with another guy? Real damn mature. Tricks stood to look at John, arms crossed. "Are you 5? I can play with other boys, John. You were the one who said you didn't want any commitment."

John almost felt bad when Tricks said that. He could tell the other waa upset. But another part of him was still jealous. He could've done more tonight. John took an unconscious step towards Tricks. His hand moved to rest on Tricks' cheek. Tricks was about to start into another rant, but John closed the space, kissing him.

Despite how mad Tricks had been, John felt his lips on his rather quick. His hand moved to the back of Tricks' head. John pushed Tricks back, until felt Tricks stopped moving. His back was to the counter of the kitchen. John went to lift him up, and Tricks locked his legs around John.

John broke the kiss, holding onto Tricks. "Mind if I stay the night, love?"

"Kiss me again?" Tricks asked. John obliged him, kissing him again. He could hear the small whimper from Tricks, and John felt proud that he was the one to do that. Not that other man.

He made his way to Tricks’ room, opening the door and stumbling slightly to Tricks' bed. On top of him now, Tricks between his legs, John could see Tricks blushing.

"So, is this a yes? To letting me stay the night?"

"God, John, are you going to do anything tonight or just talk my ear off? Yes, stay. Please, John."

"That's what I wanted to hear, pretty boy. Alright." John shrugged his coat off, his eyes never leaving Tricks' chest. The man fumbled with the buttons of his dress shirt. John reached to help him finish what he had started previously, and Tricks held his breath the entire time.

At that moment, John felt at peace. This was right. Tricks with him, a fun night behind him. And maybe Tricks wouldn't figure out the jealousy he'd felt seeing him with another man. Sure, this had started out as nothing more than meeting up every so often. But Tricks had grown on him. And he didn't know how to deal with that.

#Tricks writing #selfship #selfshipping #selfship community #self ship #romantic self ship #Okay and if you look in the tags: I kinda DO want to write a short fic of me n John banging. This ends ala fade to black but like I need #everyone to know we have a right good session 8;). John works out his feelings and for once HE falls asleep holding me. I wake up to him ma #king breakfast and I almost wonder if I'm still dreaming #John stole a robe of mine. Partially tied so I can see most of his chest and I am only drooling a tiny bit #I'll love you to hell and back

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ethanharli · 3 years

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Requested; No.

Pairing(s); Kuroo Tetsurou x Top Male Reader.

Warning(s); Drabble(?), Angst, Heartbreak, Swearing, Depression, Overthinking, Yelling.

DNI; if you use she/her pronouns.

A/n- I wanted sadness with my comfort character cause I'm an emotional masochist, and I needed to vent somehow. 🙇

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A smile settled on your face, as you slowly got everything set up in the kitchen. You planned on making a special dinner tonight since the weeks been stressful, for both you and your lover. Though Kuroo looked like he's been put through the ringer. He's been extra snappy lately and wouldn't dare make eye contact, or try to hold a conversation, hell, he wouldn't even bother. It'd be a lie if you said it didn't hurt, but you tried your best to be understanding and hoped that he'd feel better soon. So, you thought why not have a relaxing dinner? He always loved those, especially when you both watched a movie together.

Speak of the devil. Your eyes practically lit up when you spotted Kuroo entering your shared apartment, and you went to greet him at the door with a kiss as you usually did, only to be nudged out the way and brushed off. You stood there for a second, trying to ignore the way your heart dropped in that moment. "How was work baby?" You asked, walking into the kitchen while he set his stuff down in the dining room. "Same old" His voice was neutral, same as it has been these past two weeks. "Well hopefully it'll get better right? Though I decided to make something special tonight, want to help?" You smiled, trying not to think about how his brows furrowed in possible annoyance.

"Fine" A small sigh slipped past your lips, trying to let the blunt answer wash over you. Handing him a cutting board you started to wash the vegetables in a painful silence. "What movie would you like to watch tonight? I was thinking-" A harsh slam came from beside you, making you jump and look towards Kuroo in concern until he spoke. "Shut up already! Fuck I can't do this anymore!" The look in his eye made your heart drop to your stomach, he looked mad, frustrated even, but guilty to. He looked so tired and drained, and you wanted to help him, to comfort him, but refrained, "Do what anymore?" You mumbled softly.

"This! Us! I don't- I don't love you, [Y/n], and I don't think I ever did" His voice quivered as he spoke, stuttering the words as tears gathered in his eyes. However, tears were already running down your cheeks and your heart felt hallow, almost completely numb as you tried to muster a smile. "Oh, so.. These past few months, it was all a lie?" You said, barely above a whisper as Kuroo quickly shook his head.

"No- I mean yes- I don't, I'm sorry, I think, I think I only loved the attention you showed me, that you gave to me, but I know I, I never loved you." Every word just hit harder than the last. Every I love you, every cute pet name, every kiss, every happy moment you've had together. All went down the drain, knowing now that, "It was all fake then huh."

"[Y/n] I'm sorry-"

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Your tone was cold and neutral, as you tried your best not to break apart in front of him. "I didn't want to hurt you" You couldn't help but bitterly laugh at that, while more tears slowly fell from your eyes. Everything hurt, it's like you just awoke from a painful nightmare, and yet this is reality, staring you in the face.

You basically lived a lie.

"Not telling me sooner only makes it worse Kuroo, I guess we're done then right? I'll pack my bags" Before you could walk off he grabbed your arm, turning you to look at him, noticing the tears that now trailed down his cheeks, and the desperation in his eyes.

"We can still be friends though, right?"

"No, cause unfortunately I actually loved you."

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mdverse · 3 years

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Hey there!! Im not the most consistent tumblr scroller but when I have time sometimes I come check your page out and I stumbled across your post on your art journey and man, it was really special to read.

I really liked what you said about practice and experimentation, and starting with copying/tracing/referencing folk we really like), and slowly finding a way to develop asystem that works for us, whether it be for brushes or writing- in my case!

I also really resonated with the part about finding something to be inspired by, to push us to create our own shit - and I guess thats the cool thing about art, and writing, and music, and science etc etc I guess? The fact that everyone builds on the stuff that comes before!

But yes - it's been so cool and 21st century weird, I guess - to feel like I've seen your work evolve in this year thanks to tumblr?

Ooh this got long. But Im sendin u lots of love :)

Yeah!! U get me!

I've gotten a lot of comments from people saying they could never draw the way I do and it's frustrating bc like. Yeah you're gonna suck at drawing for a while but everyone goes through that stage! You'll never get better at anything if the fear of failing prevents you from even starting! And the feeling you get when you compare your recent art to your older drawings (or writing, in your case) and see nothing but improvement is unparalleled. I can't speak for everyone obviously but when I compare sth I've drawn recently to my earlier digital artworks I get a massive rush of pride because I know how much effort I've put into art over the past few years and sometimes I forget it. But then I see the progress and it all feels worth it again. It really is a special feeling! And to be honest I feel like showcasing growth is so important. Like that's part of the reason I still keep all of my old art on my ig page - I could delete it bc it's embarrassingly bad in my eyes, but seeing it evolve over time is sth that really motivates me, and hopefully motivates anyone else who makes or is considering making art :)

And the fact that everyone builds on the stuff that comes before!! So very true! It's wild to think that the people I look up to have their own sources of inspiration, who in turn have their own sources, etc in an endless cycle! I can't think about it too much bc it'll get overwhelming really quickly but it's incredible, isn't it?

Anyway this will get long too unless I stop myself haha, talking about art will never not get me excited. I'm sending you so much love too, it's lovely to see you here 💞

#also... seeing other artists' evolutions over time is just as special as seeing your own!!!#I think back to kkumri's fairy tail art and seeing how far she's come is the kind of thing #that makes me believe I can do the same!#ajdjakfks I'm realising I could go on about this for ages with examples of my own art and stuff lmao #art really is so special to me 💖#and! lovely to see u on my dash again Allie I've missed u!#haven't read through CT:OS yet but I've been meaning to after seeing all the excitement about your updates :)#ask md #allieebobo #art thoughts #art asks #OH I will add that this applies to a lot of other things!#I've played multiple musical instruments and it's exactly the same!#u can't get better without sucking first <3 #rfbd :)

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 4 years

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The Perfect Bad Boy (Pt. 14 of 18)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 3 K

Summary: Working as a lifeguard in the Hawkins Community Pool, you try to fit in after moving from New York. Things were going pretty well when you notice you've been under someone's stare. Billy Hargrove, Hawkins' bad boy, has been staring at you since day one. You never intended to have anything to do with him, judging by the reputation he has. But Billy won't leave you alone, determined to show you his feelings are different this time...

As if your heart flooding you with confusing feelings wasn't enough, there are weird, strange animals lurking in the woods... But those have to be just part of the wild live of the woods surrounding Hawkins... Right?

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{Stranger Things Masterlist}

Hunt and Destroy

“Alright... A lot of new words and names...” You mutter, looking at the floor between your feet. It's late now, and Eleven has been talking for over an hour. The story is long and you had to stop her to ask a few questions. More than a few, actually. Everything sounds like a very strange story, the weirdest, something nobody could come up with. To prove it, Eleven turned the TV on with her mind, skipping through the channels before turning it off again. But you didn't need any proof. You know what you saw and it was very, very real. “Upside down, Demodog, Demodorden...”

“Demogorgon. With a G.” Dustin corrects you, smiling. How can he be smiling?

“Demogorgon, ok.” Nodding, you take a deep breath and stand up. “So... What's the plan?” You ask, pacing around the living room.

“Well, we need to gather the whole party for this,” Max says and the others nod.

“I'll talk to my mom and Hopper,” Jonathan speaks out. “We have to do this as soon as possible so... tomorrow.”

“Yeah. Can it be here?” You're not sure if you can make this demand, but right now, being anywhere else after dark is too much. The sunlight is your protection since it's deadly to the... Demo-something. It burns them. They like it cold, said Eleven.

“Sure.” Jonathan answers and you offer him a small smile in return. “Could it be by five? Before the sunset.”

“Yeah. We can sneak out of the pool again.” It shouldn't be a problem, and if Anthony is there, you could pretend to be sick.

“Tomorrow is our day off.” Billy reminds and you take a deep breath, running a hand through your hair. You completely forgot that.

“By the morning them. Maybe we'll get something figured out we can start working on through the rest of the day.” Mike suggests and the whole party agrees. “We should get going though. It's late.” Mike gets up from his spot on the floor.

“Wait.” Mike can't possibly be for real now. “You're not gonna head home now. With those things out there.” They're getting closer to the town, and it means they'll hang around all night. “It's dangerous. You should stay.”

Most of them agree easily, chattering among them. Max seems excited, but Mike exchanges a look with Nancy. “I don't think our mother would let us crash at Billy's place.” She says with an apologetic look.

“Oh.” You know why. Billy told you where he was going to when the Mind Flayer almost got him... Or better saying, who he was going to meet. Mrs. Wheeler. You did felt weird back then, and it sure makes you feel weird now, but whatever he did before, you left it where it belongs. In the past. “Just call and tell her you'll be crashing at my place.”

“Yeah, man. C'mon. Slumber party.” Dustin cheers, smiling, and once again you can't understand why they aren't terrified. Guess they're just used to it. But how can someone get used to monsters lurking around?

“Alright, then.” Mike agrees, making his way to the phone.

“They didn't get it yet,” Billy whispers in your ear.

“They didn't get it.” Repeating, you wrap your arms around his neck. “I'm really trying not to freak out right now.” The words come out of your mouth, rolling out your tongue.

“Let's go to the bedroom so you can rest and we can talk.”

“Ok...”

“Alright. It's done.” Mike comes back with his sister, gesturing at the front door. “Should we get going?”

You and Billy exchange a look. They really didn't get it. “Uhm... So that's it, guys.” You start, taking Billy's hand and pulling him with you. “You can crash either here or Max's room. First to wake up makes breakfast.”

“Wait. You made me lie to my mom?” Mike asks as you move further into the hall.

“(Y/N) is living here.” Max ends the mystery, and you can feel her massive eye roll.

“Holy shit.” You hear Dustin and Steve mumbling as you get inside the room.

Billy lets you shower first, and as you wait for him, you look through his college books. Everything seems very complicated. Your fingers run through one of the pages, taking in the many numbers, but not really reading anything. Your mind is too far away right now. The scene keeps playing back, over and over. The... Demodog, as the kids call it, its face opening up, the guttural noises it made. You wish it was just a nightmare, but everything seems very, very real.

Billy's sudden touch makes you suck in a sharp breath, shaking a little. “Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you.” The feeling is quickly replaced by the usual warmth he makes you feel. Safety and comfort.

“It's ok, I'm just... How is it possible that the kids seem to be so fine with it?” Turning around, you lay your head on his chest as he pulls you close.

“They've been through a lot. They know how to deal with it and you don't have to participate if you don't want to.” Billy touches your face, fingers caressing the soft skin of your jaw. “I'll do anything to keep you safe, you know that right?”

You do. But staying out would not only make you a coward, but it would mean one less person to help them do whatever they're planning to. And, whatever this thing is, it had a part in messing with Billy's life. With Max's life, and all her friends. It's kind of personal. And, if Billy is in danger, you want to be there to make sure you'll do anything to save him. “I want to do it. I just need time to... Process everything.”

“You won't be alone. And I'm not talking only for myself, but for everyone else too.”

“Ok.”

“Now come. You need to get some sleep.” Billy pulls you to the bed, and, instead of laying beside him as usual, you decide to crawl on top of him.

“Am I crushing you?” You ask as you lay your head on his chest, smiling to feel his strong arms around you.

“Haven't you noticed the weight I can lift? You're nothing compared to it.”

Closing your eyes, you feel as he places a kiss on the top of your head. You've never been like that with Billy, literally on top of him, and it's good. Today, more than ever, you need to feel safe. Protected. And he's the only one who makes you feel this way. “I'm so happy we don't have to go to work tomorrow.”

“Me too.”

Pulling yourself up, you move upwards until your face is close to his. “Do you think the kids are talking about us?” Despite your mind being apparently stuck reminiscing the same moment, the terror in your chest, you try to change the subject. Hopefully, it'll keep you from having nightmares tonight.

“I'm sure of it.” As he speaks, a noise of glass shattering reaches us. “Max!” Billy yells at the top of his lungs, startling you. “What the hell!”

“Stop yelling.” You giggle, playfully slapping his shoulder.

“Just a glass, Billy,” Maxine answers from somewhere in the house.

“Better clean this shit up!” He shouts again.

“Shut up!” You whine, lowering yourself on him a little. “Or else I'll have to make you and it won't be nice.”

Billy raises an eyebrow, that usual smirk making its way to his lips. “Oh, and how exactly wouldn't it be nice?”

Yeah, you didn't really give much thought before making the threat. “Okay then.” Smirking, you close the distance between you until your lips are brushing on his before you sit up abruptly, a hand covering his mouth. “See? I told you it wouldn't be nice.” He opens his mouth under your hand, and you feel his teeth biting your skin. “Billy!” You complain, taking your hand away from his mouth. “I can't believe you bit me, you jerk.”

“You got what you deserved.” He suddenly pulls you down, making you lay next to him. “Now, quit playing around and sleep, princess. Tomorrow will be a long day.”

“Kiss me goodnight then. To keep the bad dreams away.” You ask him softly, melting into the slow, warm kiss he gives you.

It doesn't help with the nightmares though. Twice that night you wake up, a breath caught in your throat. You struggle not to let Billy notice, snuggling closer to him.

You're more than happy when morning finally comes. The house is so damn loud, and breakfast in a mess. You like it though, the craziness distracting you from yesterday's events. The rest of the party is here by nine, thanks to the urgency of the matter. And then, after everyone is fed up and the dishes are clean, which took half an hour since nobody wanted to do it, everyone sits in the living room to talk.

And you just can't seem to keep up with it. The boys speak fast, Hopper yells, Joyce tries to calm him down, he argues with Eleven, which is like his daughter, you got that, and then he argues with Mike. Nancy and Jonathan always check with each other before saying something, Steve always finds the flaws on the kids' plans, pointing out the many ways it could go wrong, and Dustin often gets into some kind of argument with him. There are a hundred different ways things could go wrong. A thousand ways you could die. Running a hand through your hair, you hold onto Billy's biceps, laying your head on his shoulder. You're the only one who didn't say anything since the conversation started. There's just nothing you can help them with, you'll just stick up to whatever plan they have.

What they know for sure that these Demodogs are here because some of them must have been left behind in some kind of incubation period until it started growing again.

“So that's it. Hunt and destroy.” Lucas says, nodding to himself.

“Yes. We don't know exactly how much time we have until they start going full Demogorgon, so we should start acting now.” Mike states. “Immediately.”

As if something was lit up, everyone starts moving. “My place in one hour, everyone,” Hopper says and suddenly the crowd disperses, the house once again silent.

You're still in the same place you were, on the couch, legs crossed, eyes on the floor. “Hey. You ok?”

“Yeah.” Taking a deep breath, you stand up. “So. Hopper's place. One hour.” Saying this more to yourself than to him, you get up and pace around the living room. “Should we take the baseball bat?”

“Steve has one far more fun than that. You'll like it.” You can tell Billy is keeping his voice nice and soft, trying not to push you over the edge with everything that's going on. “(Y/N), you don't have to go. You know that, right?”

“I do. But I'm going anyway.” Walking over him, you tiptoe to place a kiss on his lips. “Those kids are so brave. I don't want them to think I'm the weak link.”

“Alright, but we stick together. No exceptions.”

“I agree.” It does make you feel a lot better.

In the next hour, you and Billy shower and get ready. You make sure to wear short jeans and a light shirt so you won't feel too hot. The plan is trying to find the Demodog's nest. This part has to be made during the daylight, to make sure no attacks will happen, so you have no choice but to walk around the woods under the sun. Billy makes sure to shove a lot of water on his backpack, using literally every bottle he found in the house. And Max gathers some snacks for the day.

You reach Hopper's place at the same time Nancy, Jonathan, and Mike does, realizing it's also Joyce's place. The party is gathered in front of the house, a big map of Hawking on the ground. Beside it, a pile of some random stuff that you guess will be the... Weapons you'll use. Just in case.

Hopper is the one to assign everyone a place to start, the area they'll have to cover, and where they'll have to stop. There are lines drawn over the map, and you hope Billy has everything memorized because you don't even know where is where. Then, the groups are separated. Billy of course says he'll take you and Max. And Lucas, much to his dismay, will come along too. When people start taking stuff from the pile, you immediately get what Billy mentioned earlier. There's a baseball bat with nails on the top. Smiling, you take it.

“That's so badass.” You mutter, looking at Billy. “This will be my weapon of choice.”

“Hey. That's mine.” Steve exclaims, reaching out his hand.

“Not anymore, buddy.” You sass at him, swinging the bar and hitting the air.

“But–”

“She's good with the bat, trust me,” Maxine says and you nod. Some people have an interrogation on their faces, and Steve keeps staring at the three of you, as if waiting for further explanation.

“We have an inside joke.” Lowering the bat, you turn to look at Billy.

“Restricted to the Hargrove family,” Billy states, taking one the radios from the pile and starting the make his way to the car. “And Max.”

“But what about me?” You feel a little set aside by his affirmation, wondering what he meant. It's impossible that he's ignoring the fact that you were there that day. “I'm in the joke too.” Whining a little on purpose, you follow him.

“You still only notice half of things.” Billy winks at you as he gets inside the car, and after Max and Lucas get in the back seat, you get in as well. “I know you know what I meant.”

“Maybe I didn't.” Billy has this way with you. You were expecting the first sensations to fade, but they didn't. He still makes you nervous, the butterflies on your stomach doesn't seem to grow immune to him. And part of you is still scared of the things you think he means. You did got what he said, but it's safer to just pretend you didn't, right?

The short drive is filled with chattering. The kind of chattering you didn't want to hear since it's all about the Demothings. You stop by the woods, and Max and Lucas will be the ones responsible for the map since they have a compass.

And so the ‘hunting’ starts. You're glad it's not a real hunt though. You remember when you invited Billy for a trail with your friends, but walking through the woods feels different now. Before, you had only the normal wild animals to worry about, not some monsters that came out of the gates of hell. But you try to keep in mind that the sunlight means protection, so you'll safe. For now.

“Billy, can you make sure we'll have enough daylight to make the way back to the car?” You ask him, putting your hair up on a ponytail.

“I will, don't worry.” He moves closer, taking your hand in his. “We'll be ok. Just focus on trying to find anything unusual in the woods.”

“Sure.”

Billy doesn't let go of your hand until you stop to eat something. Lucas and Max start arguing a lot when you resume your walking, complaining about the directions. Billy is clearly pissed, not very fond of the idea of his little sister dating. It's cute the way he keeps staring at the young couple, paying attention to whatever they're saying. You wonder if Billy ever thought about having kids.

Wait. What the hell? Step back, you tell yourself. Too soon for that.

At some point, a fresh breeze starts blowing, and you couldn't be more thankful for it. Letting your hair down, you run a hand through it out of nervousness.

“I'm telling you, we have to go West now,” Lucas says.

“Yes. First West then North.” Maxine takes the map from his hands, taking a look at it. “It's obvious if you think about it. Just look. Try using your head for a moment.”

“Are you calling me dumb?”

“Yes!”

“Alright, both of you.” Billy intervenes, his voice with a tiny hint of anger. “Will you two make a goddman decision or will I have to?”

This will be interesting. Billy and you have been walking a couple of feet behind them, so as he moves ahead, you stand there, crossing your arms. The breeze brings a soft sound, that looks like the sound the pools make when it's windy. Following it, you spot water, only about ten feet away. Leaving the guys behind to their fights, you make your way there, making sure there are no big trees hiding you from their sight. When you get there, you bend down, putting one hand on the freshwater.

“(Y/N)!” It's Billy's usual yell, the one he always uses to scare the shit out of you. “Do you want to give me a heart attack?” When you turn around to look at him, he's already close by, Maxine and Lucas coming right after.

“Sorry, but I found this lake.”

“Lover's lake,” Max says, sitting down on a rock, eyes on the map.

“Lover's lake?” You repeat, crossing your arms and looking at Billy. “Why haven't you ever brought me here?” By the name, you think it would be a nice romantic date. And you remember by what you saw on the map, the lake is shaped like a heart, the reason for the name.

“Oh, you're new here. Sometimes it slips my mind.” He puts he bag down, safely away from where the small ripples reach. “People usually come here to... You know. So I thought that if I brought you and then you found out what really happens here you'd come to the wrong conclusion about my feelings for you.”

That's a very good explanation. And it makes you feel... Special. Different. “Thank you, then. For... Having this in mind.” As you speak, you take off your white shoes, all dusted by now.

“What are you doing?” He asks, an eyebrow raised when you look up at him, using his arm for balance to take off the other shoe.

“I'm using the Lover's Lake to something else than making out.” You start walking backwards, into the water.

“Whoa, look at what (Y/N)'s doing,” Lucas says, and you give them a glance. Max giggles, putting the map down.

“Try to drown Billy, would you?”

“I'll do my best.” When you stare back at Billy, he's already in the water.

You move back until your feet stop touching the bottom, so you start swimming further away. The freshwater is a blessing, washing the hot day from your skin. For a moment, you decide to leave the worries behind, just for a couple of minutes. Billy is quick to reach you, and you're suddenly aware of the kids staring. “We have an audience, keep that in mind.” You tell him when he pulls you close, strong arms encircling your waist.

“Were you ever kissed underwater?”

“No.” Your smirk matches his as you take a deep breath and push yourself down.

The kiss is a mess. You have to focus on holding your breath through the process, what makes you laugh, throwing bubbles on Billy's face. You manage to reach the bottom, your back hitting the rocks as Billy floats on top of you. But eventually, the oxygen you were saving is over, so you push him away and swim back up, laughing when you reach the surface.

“What a chaos.” You burst out when he comes back up as well. “We suck at underwater kisses.”

“I think I swallowed some water,” Billy says, coughing a little.

It only makes you laugh harder, removing the hair glued to your face. Swimming closer to him, you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Hey! Mr. and Mrs. Hargrove! Let's get moving!” Lucas shouts, making you roll your eyes.

You burst into laugh again when Billy flings you over his back, carrying you back to land.

And the walking restarts, with Max and Lucas constantly arguing and Billy trying to make them stop. The good thing is that it distracts you. And the bad part is that it distracts you from searching around for any signs of a Demothing nest. Your eyes scan through the woods, among the trees, looking for–.

“Holy shit!” Lucas exclaims and then he jolts away, running, followed by Max. You and Billy exchange a look before rushing after them.

Before you can ask what was that, you see it. A huge hole on the solid ground. It would fit a car in it. The thing goes down, in a slope, and then it keeps going until it makes a turn left. It's clear it doesn't belong to any kind of wild animal. It's not natural. A low, guttural low snarl reaches your ears, and you involuntary gives step back.

“Call them. Them then we found it.” Lucas says, taking a pencil and making a mark on the map.

The moment Max takes the small radio, you hear static. “Everyone listen up.” Steve says, more voices talking behind him. “We found it. A freaking hole in the ground. It has to be–”

“That's it.” Eleven's voice cuts him off. “We found it too.”

It was supposed to be just one.

“What?” Steve asks.

“Head back now. Everyone.” Hopper says and Max turns the radio off.

This is far worse than you thought.

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tokyoghoose · 4 years

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something that never was

pairing: daisuke kambe x reader

playlist: even if it's a lie - matt maltese*, a soulmate who wasn't meant to be - jessica benko, the less i know the better - tame impala, id rather go blind - beyonce ( cadillac records ), the house we never built - gabrielle aplin*, i cant make you love me - dave thomas junior, i go crazy - orla gartland, blow my brains out - tikkle me, hidden in the sand - tally hall

warnings: angst, mentions of cheating,

summary: the coldness he radiates gets the best of you, ultimately leading to the end.

announcements!

i dont really see daisuke cheating unless it was a misunderstanding or smth, but i liked the idea of this fic. Let me know what you think!

you can tell i didnt write this in a sitting lol. Im vv sorry if it's hard to follow!

feedback is welcome and appreciated! requests are open!

There's a warm body beside you, yet the bed feels cold. The arm around your waist feels almost as foreign as the face in front of you. It hurts to look at him, to feel him. It hurts to even be around him. He's so beautiful but he feels like half the man he once was. It's disheartening.

Maybe the saying, what you don't know can't hurt you is correct because you were feeling the repercussions right about now. Curiosity really did kill the cat, and at this point, you don't even know how to get satisfaction from it. How does one bring up cheating to their partner? Especially when the partner is like Daisuke.

He likes to brush things off without paying a price except for whatever was in his bank account, the type to hand you a card and say 'go get yourself something pretty.' And it wasn't like he was a bad lover, in fact, it was very easy to fall in love with him. He has a charm about him that's magnetic, one glance and suddenly it's impossible to look away. Or at least that was your experience.

With the final confirmation that closing your eyes will do nothing other than bringing pictures into your head, you turn your back to him and try and distance your body from his. It doesn't do anything to help when he pulls you closer subconsciously, except for maybe it makes you want to cry.

You'd confront him tomorrow, you decided.

If you need to.

———

The pace you set is leisure and if kt wasn't for the poor nail bed quickly coming to nothing, it'd seem like you weren't completely losing your head. It's all you can think about. Daisuke out with some girl—who you know for a fact isn't his sister, and who is all over him. He didn't even make a move to push her off! He hates that kind of attention so if he didn't object it, then he was asking for it. He wanted the girl on his side. In fact, for someone who insists the other person sits across from him at a restaurant- he looked quite comfortable with her nearly in his lap.

Maybe you're overthinking this, y/n.

The door clicks open and your ears strain to hear the sound of Daisuke's dress shoes. He's rather indulgent when it comes to dressing wear and the shoes were practically silent, even with the short heel on the back.

"I'm home." He says to no one particular, taking off his trenchcoat and hanging it on the rack beside the door. He stops his path to the bedroom when he sees you frozen in place and staring in the living room. He merely quirks a brow, going to take off his suit and tie.

Suddenly you can't speak and you have tunnel vision. It's unfair how calm he always looks—it's almost smug like he knows everything about you and more. Like he can read your mind and tell you your darkest thoughts and when you'll die because let's be honest, it'll probably be by his hand. Maybe you should back out now before you can say anything. Forget it all because what if you're mistaken? The more you think, the more weight is added onto your shoulders and the more it pushes you down, down further into the hole you want to crawl into. Maybe you should let it because all you want to do now is escape his piercing gaze. His eyes are studying you, taking in your form and the cogs in his brain are turning to find an explanation as to why you are standing there like a psychopath and not welcoming him home like you usually do.

You feel like you're drowning. Is the light getting dimmer? The black around your vision only seems to close in around Daisuke and you try to look anywhere else but his face. There's water in your ears, the popping of them only intensifies until you can feel it pounding into your head with faint static.

Am I going to pass out?

It's not until his hand comes down gently on your shoulder that the closing circle of vision widens out and suddenly all the imaginary water rushes from your ears. You glance down at his rings before back up him, barely catching the end of his words.

"Are you alright?"

He's never been one to beg, so you would have to answer now or he'll leave it be for the rest of the night and probably months after until you're like this again.

"I-can we talk?"

He eyes you suspiciously, narrowing his eyes and keeping his brow raised before nodding, slipping his tie off around his neck, folding it neatly into the palm of his hand. He gestures for you to start the conversation, going to the minibar curving around the kitchen and living area.

When you don't reply he urges you on, "Why so tense? Did something happen, darling?"

It'd seem like he didn't really care from how cold his voice was, but you've grown accustomed to the monotone to know that he truly is concerned for your health. He genuinely wants to know why you're acting so odd. It only makes this so much harder? You're wrong- you have to be. This must be a sick trick your brain has played on you. Or he must be playing some sick trick.

Anxiety settles itself into your gut and it seems like it won't leave anytime soon.

"Daisuke, are...- are you cheating on me?"

His eyebrows finally go lax but he doesn't look up from unbuttoning the cuffs of his white button-down. His fingers fidget at the buttons and instead of the previous loose form, his hand forms a fist.

"I- "

"Why—exactly, are you accusing me of this?"

His gaze sends chills down your spine. He's offended but he doesn't offer a defense. Suddenly your mouth is dry and you lose all your words? How exactly were you going to tell him you stumbled across him and some woman in a restaurant and practically stared them down for fifteen minutes.

You decide the bear it and swallow a lump that has formed in your throat.

"You were with a woman earlier this week snd well, the displays of affection that I saw were not very like you. You've been gone for long hours and even if you blamed it on the new job, Daisuke—you never tell me anything. Is she for a case? Are you using her for information? Go on, tell me about it. Give me a reason not to accuse you."

You regain your confidence but it falters when you meet his indifferent expression. You'd prefer it if he looked angry and the silence that fills the room is deafening and the tension suffocating.

"I can't tell you anything about our cases-"

"I'm your partner! What am I going to do? Rat you out to whoever is breaking the law? Why would I even how those connections, Daisuke?"

Daisuke inhales deeply through his nose like this whole conversation is a burden on him and you can't help but feel like a burden too. Was this relationship not worth the time to talk this out? One hand grips the bar and the other pinches the bridge of his nose.

"You aren't my partner, you're my fiance. My partner and I work together. So, no. I can't tell you about the cases."

You want to rip out your hair. This isn't about his stupid job or his stupid partner. This is about the dumb fucking restaurant and the dumb fucking woman who was hanging off him.

He can't actually be this dense!

"It's not about that! Either you aren't getting the point or you keep changing the subject because it's true!" Your voice rises in pitch, your confidence failing and turning more so into desperation. But you aren't crying yet. There are no tears and your eyes are dry and you absolutely refuse to cry in front of a Kambe.

It's like the beginning of your relationship all over again. A protective barrier around yourself so you don't get hurt and offended by his cold shoulder. Was it so bad to think you've moved on from that feeling? Why is it so difficult for him to just comfort you and push back those fears? Is he that emotionally stunted? You may not know much about his past and his family, but damn— at least you're trying to work through it with him. Can he put out a little more effort?

All he does is pour himself a glass. All he does... is pour himself a glass.

"You know what- forget it. If you're so entitled and so emotionally reserved that you can't even talk to me without a drink first, then I guess we'll talk about it another time—when you don't look like my voice gives you a headache."

Daisuke actually looks taken back by your words and you suddenly feel bad for hitting a sore spot. He may not have shown it often, but he doesn't particularly like not being able to show his true emotions; no matter the reason being.

"Y/N, wait.."

But you're back on adrenaline just as soon as he felt a drop, pushing past him to get to your coat. You just needed to calm down before you said something you'd truly regret. Words tended to stay in his mind much longer than they were intended to.

"I'm staying at my mother's. Don't call me, don't text me, don't come near me until you're ready to tell me what the hell you were doing with her. "

When he doesn't say anything more and you can practically hear the cogs in his head turn, you make your way out there door, making sure to slam it shut.

You slip on the coat angrily, slamming open the door without sparing him a glance but waiting for him to say something. Anything. Were you being too rash? You shake your head and scold yourself, mentally. You can't just turn around now, not after an outburst like that. He has to learn something from this.

Irrational or not, hopefully, his true colors would show.

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