#I can’t get over how the author gave him SO MUCH but still threw him THAT ending

[succubusmunson]

Blood Sport

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: No matter how fast you run or how good you hide, Eddie will always find you and claim you as his prize.

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), kas/vamp!eddie, reader being hunted, cnc, eddie calling reader bunny, pet names, name calling, blood, blood consumption, lord of biting, teasing, begging, mocking, spanking, face and pussy slapping, oral (f and m receiving), ball play, rimming (f receiving), fingering, panties used as gag, overstimulation, slight orgasm denial, unprotected sex, creampie

WC: 5.5K

(i hope y’all enjoy this wild ride!)

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Your bare feet mushed into the muddy ground below you, adrenaline shooting through you and taking full control of your body. You had no clue where you were going, just anywhere to get away from him.

He had whispered the word run in your ears, and you took off and never looked back like your life had depended on it. Soon enough, he’ll be after you, tracking you like some wild animal.

The forest may have been huge, but at this moment, it’s never felt so small. There weren't many places to hide, trees only covering you so much, and no sheds to bunker down in. He would find you eventually, taking you as his prize. Even during the thick night air, he could still see your form running from him. The hunt of it all was the best part, the anticipation of when you would get caught made you run a little slower.

Eddie gave you a head start, even though he always seemed to catch up no matter how far ahead of him you were. You could be seconds or minutes away, and before you knew it, it would be right behind you, taunting you.

You could hear him now, his heavy boots stomping closer and closer to you.

“Come out, come out wherever you are, bunny.” His voice dripped with lust and need. The deepness of his voice had goosebumps forming over your skin, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. If he caught you, the game would be over. You’d be his prize, and he would take you however he wanted, wherever he wanted. “You can’t hide forever, not when I can smell you.” 

And he was right. You were sweaty, sure to have blood scratches from thorn bushes, and soaked from the muggy air. He could smell you no matter how far you got. Your scent always lingered, keeping you close. 

Your heart pounded in your chest, and your lungs burned from running, but you couldn’t stop now. Just a little longer, and you could rest, let your body relax for just a moment.

“Why don’t you be nice and come out to play?” You hid behind a tree, hoping to be out of his view completely. 

You held a hand over your mouth, trying to suppress how noisy your deep breaths of air were. 

The fallen branches from trees crunched under his feet; the moon illuminated his giant shadow. Eddie was close, but you had the chance to get away, to slip out from underneath him.

He came face to face with you, his eyes red and his fangs shining in the moonlight. “Gotcha!” 

You took off running, slipping on the wet ground below you. He had caught you too soon, but you still had a lot of fight left in you. 

“Get back here, bunny!” Eddie’s voice boomed over the window and night animals. You almost stopped dead in your tracks, but you couldn’t give up that easily. 

You ducked behind a bush, looking through the twigs to try and see how close he was to you. Now that you got to rest for a quick minute is when you realize just how much your feet and legs hurt. Your breaths were coming out in fast pants. Maybe you didn’t have as much fight as you thought you did. 

Eddie was nowhere in your line of sight, and you thought that maybe he had taken off in another direction. That was until you felt a hot breath fan over your ear and a deep chuckle. 

“You think you can get away from me that easily?” His big arms wrapped around you, pulling you off from the ground. You wailed, threw punches against his chest, anything to get away though the punches did nothing, didn’t stir him one bit. 

He covered your mouth and slammed the front of you against a tree, the bark pinching and scraping at your face. “Naughty little thing, running from me like that.”

“P-please…” you looked to the side at him, your voice muffled, your eyes big, round, and full of innocence. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

Eddie runs the tip of his nose up the nape of your neck, inhaling your scent more. “Now that I’ve got you in my arms, I can smell just how soaked you really are.” He bunches your dress around your waist, his cold fingers ghosting over the warm skin of your thighs, and pulls your flimsy panties to the side. The crisp night air hits your exposed cunt, sending a shiver down your spine. “Bet my cock would slide so easily into your pretty, little cunt, yeah?”

Your blood was coursing through your veins, and Eddie could hear it. He ran his tongue over his sharp teeth, debating on taking a bite. One small bite couldn’t hurt, could it? 

Without a second thought, Eddie sunk his teeth into your neck. He sucked, just enough to get the smallest test of your sweet, crimson blood. Another small bite here, another small bite there, nothing too serious to hurt you. He let out a long, low groan that vibrated his chest.

Your blood trickled down your neck as you moaned and whimpered. This shouldn’t be feeling as good as it did. Eddie licked up the small amount of blood, making sure to get every last drop, his tongue pressed against your skin. The pain mixed with pleasure made your cunt drip, your thighs becoming stickier than before. 

That didn’t go unnoticed either, Eddie catching on quickly. One of his thick fingers dipped inside your cunt before quickly slipping out. “Just as I thought, you love the pain.”

When you looked at him, you noticed his stained teeth and lips, your blood dripping from them, making them all shiny. 

You whined and closed your eyes, trying to think about anything other than him. Eddie was giving in to what your body needed, what it craved. Your body was betraying you. This isn’t what you wanted, or was it? The smallest touch of his fingers had your pussy clenching around nothing, aching to be filled and pumped full of cum.

“Oh, so you wanna be full of cum?” Eddie’s nails raked up and down your thigh, taking his finger and barely rubbing against your swollen clit.

You gasped, digging your fingers into the tree you were pushed up against. “N-no. I just…” 

“N-No? You sound so pathetic, bunny.” He mocked your whines with a smirk. “Just say you do. There’s no denying just how bad you want me when your cunt is dripping for me.”

You tried to shake your head, but he pressed it more into the tree. “Let me go, please.” Tears welled in your eyes, slowly falling down your cheeks. “I won’t tell a soul.”

“Oh, sweetheart, don’t cry. You know that just makes me wanna fuck you more,” Eddie pressed his body into yours, his hard, clothed cock against your bare ass. You could feel it throb against you, your body instinctively grinding against him. “I’m going to have so much fun with you, and you’re going to take it all.”

Shaking your head, you tried to push away from him, but it was no use. Eddie had super strength; you weren’t going anywhere. You were stuck, and you had to give in and let him do whatever was on his dark mind.

“Yes, sir.” Your voice was weak, strained. 

You watched as he retracted his large hand before coming back down with a hard spank on your ass. Your skin jiggled, your mouth falling agape. “Speak up.” 

“Y-yes! Yes, sir.” 

“Shit, you’re already following rules so easily.” Eddie finally let up, pulling your body away from the tree. He spun you around so that now you were facing his tall form. “On your knees, pretty girl.” 

He didn’t give you time to act, putting his hand on the top of your head and pushing you down. You quickly fell to your knees, the leaves crunching under them. 

With shaky hands, you reached up for his belt, slowly undoing it. Eddie watched you with his dark eyes. Seeing how nervous you were only made him harder, his cock twitching in his jeans.

You ran your hand over the prominent bulge, dragging your nails across it. Eddie took a deep inhale, his chest heaving. It was taking everything out of him not to rush you, but he wanted to take his time with you and let it all linger.

Your hands worked on the zipper and button next. The pounding in your heart was harder, faster. His cock was so close to being down your throat, and your mouth watered for it.

Slowly, you pulled down his pants, taking his boxers with them, just enough for his cock and balls to hang out. His cock sprang forward, tip an angry red and leaking with precum. You watched as he spat into his hand and wrapped it around his cock. The precum kept bubbling out his slit, dribbling down his knuckles as he pumped his cock with his hand, the schlick sound becoming louder.

You couldn’t help but lick your lips.

Eddie grabbed the base of his cock, rubbing the tip along your lips, smearing the precum. “You take too fucking long.” He nudged his cock past your lips, rubbing it along your waiting tongue. 

You whined as he shoved his cock in your mouth, your tongue gliding along the thick vein that rested on the underside. The salty taste of his precum flooded your taste buds. 

“Shh, shh,” he ran a soothing thumb down your cheek before holding your head in place. “You just sit there and look pretty while I fuck your face, okay?”

Before you knew it, his cock was fully seated in your throat, and you were gagging around it, spit blubbering out the corners of your mouth. More tears spilled down your cheeks, coating them in smeared mascara. 

“Fuuuck- such a good mouth, just had to put it to use.” Eddie slowly thrust his hips back and forth, his cock fucking in and out of your mouth. You couldn’t help but close your eyes and get lost in the feeling of the tip gliding across your tongue. “You like this, don’t you? Being used like my own personal fleshlight?”

You tried to answer, opening your mouth wider, but all that came out were whines and gags. Tears kept falling down your cheeks, drool dripping down your cheek. Eddie’s cock was making your throat raw, and you could already feel the burn that would surely linger there for days to come. You wouldn’t be surprised if there was already a bruise forming. 

“What was that?” He guided your head down his cock, your nose now pressed against the small thatch of curls at the base of his cock and his balls wetly pressed against your chin. “Shit- Couldn’t hear you with my cock stuffed down your throat.”

He squeezed his eyes shut as he held you in place, letting his cock drag in and out of your mouth. Your gags and the soft squelch of your throat contracting around him echoed into the night. Nothing would ever feel as good as your pussy, but this was a close second for him. 

Your nails dug into his clothed thigh, inaudibly begging for some air. When Eddie pulled your mouth off his cock, salvia strung from your lips to the tip, mixing perfectly with his precum. 

Eddie ran a hand down your cheeks, wiping away the tears that ran down your face. You looked so pretty when you cried for him, whether it was from all his teasing or his cock being shoved into one of your holes. He loved to see you cry for him.

Deep breaths filled your lungs, and you sighed at the bit of relief you felt. The relief didn’t last long, though. Eddie was guiding your face toward his cum filled balls, dragging them over your lips. 

“Open up for me, baby. J-just like that.” Eddie had to brace a hand against the tree when you took the heavy sack into your warm mouth, rolling your wet tongue over the velvety skin. He could’ve cum right then and there. “You’re doing such a good job for me, yeah? Just a good little slut for me to use.”

You moaned around his balls in appreciation before sucking them into your mouth. Your tongue cradled them as you slobbered, your spit dripping down your chin and onto your chest. 

Pulling back, you let his balls fall from your mouth long enough to spit on them. You reached up and cradled them in your hand for a moment, rolling them around your fingers before you sucked them back into your mouth. The whole time, your eyes never left Eddie’s. You wanted him to see you, watch you. 

“Jesus Christ, look at you.” Eddie took his spit-covered cock in his hand, slowly stroking it over your face. He ground his hips against you, the sensitive tip of his cock rubbing against your forehead, precum bubbling out of the slit and into your hair. “Gonna make me fucking cum all over that pretty face of yours, bunny.”

His balls fell deeper into your mouth, your throat gargling around them. That was the moment that he lost control. 

Eddie pulled your head away and looked down at your swollen lips, tongue out, ready to catch every drop and tear-stained face. He squeezed at the tip of his cock before throwing his head back with a sharp inhale. Cum shot from the slit. His hips stuttered as his hand shook, “shit, shit!”

Your tongue caught what it could, not swallowing until Eddie could see what a good job you did. The rest hit your face, covering your chin and cheeks. 

He slowly looked back down at you, a proud smile on his face. “Swallow. All of it.”

You downed every drop, making a show of it and licking your lips once you were done. 

“Let’s clean you up.” Eddie collected what had fallen on your face with his rough fingers before sliding them into your mouth. You sucked them clean, making sure nothing went to waste. 

“What do you say?” 

“T-thank you, sir.” You shyly looked up at him. You’d do anything to please him.

He shoved his still-hard cock back into its confines before shrugging off his jacket and laying it on the ground beside you. You caught on to what he was wanting and laid down on his jacket, your legs bent at the knees. 

“Don’t even have to tell you what I want anymore,” he lay on the ground, his face right next to your aching cunt. “She’s ready for anything, isn’t she?” 

You felt Eddie slowly drug your panties down your legs. Once they were completely off, you closed your legs back, sitting up on your elbows. “Wait, wait.” 

Eddie jumbled up your panties and reached an arm up to shove them in your mouth. “Sometimes you talk too damn much.” The same arm that shoved the panties in your mouth also shoved you back down to his jacket, forcing you still. 

To take extra measure, he grabbed both of your wrists and held them in his rough, strong hand. He was making sure that you could get away or take your panties out of your mouth. 

You had no protest at all because once your back hit the jacket, Eddie had your legs gripped tightly in his hands, the air from his lungs blowing against your swollen clit.

“Mmm- mmm,” you tried to moan, but the sounds were completely muffled by your panties.

“Just relax,” he bit at your thighs, switching back and forth between them. You could feel the blood trickle down to the ground below you, but not before Eddie was licking it up. He let the blood linger on his tongue, savoring just how good you tasted before swallowing it. “As much as I’d love to drain you dry, I’d much rather keep you alive, so I slowly drink from you.”

All you could do was whine and dig your fingers into the palm of your hands. He had barely touched you, and you were already silently begging for more. Every part of you ached for some kind of friction, a touch, a rub, anything at this point.

Eddie watched as you clenched around nothing, looking for him to touch you. He thought it was cute how much your body wanted him. 

Just as you were about to beg (as much as you could with your panties in your mouth), Eddie licked a long strip up your cunt, from your needy hole to your clit. Your head fell back against his jacket as you let out a deep exhale. 

“Can’t get enough of that taste,” again and again, he licked at your clit, just enough pressure to have you whining. “You want more, huh?”

God, you wanted to scream at the top of your lungs how much you needed more. 

“Oh, that’s right,” he kissed around your clit, smirking against you when you let out a frustrated huff. “You can’t talk.”

Deciding that you had enough teasing for now, Eddie finally wrapped his plump lips around your clit. A deep moan was pulled from you, and your eyes rolled back at the pleasure you were finally able to feel. 

Your nails dig deeper into your hands the more he sucks on your clit, his teeth grazing it, making you arch your back. The palms of your hands were sure to be bright red tomorrow. You wish you could moan louder, let him hear just how he was making you feel, but he knew. Your cunt was soaked, dripping on his jacket below. It was so easy for him to see how good you were feeling. 

“Every part of you tastes so fucking amazing.” Lick, lick, lick. “Your cunt, your ass, your blood.” He used his thumbs to spread your pussy lips apart, licking his lips when your slick strung between them.

Eddie dove back, licking all over your cunt, soaking his face in you. Your muffled moans grew louder with each lick and suck. Somehow, you were already close, and Eddie knew, could feel it in the throb of your clit. That only egged him on more. 

He slid his tongue into your beckoning cunt, making sure to swirl it around. Your chest heaved, and the pounding in your heart felt harder. Eddie moaning against you didn’t help at all—the vibrations making your head spin in the best way. 

Eddie's skilled tongue was making sure you were going to cum on his face, licking deeper than you ever thought possible and fucking in and out of you so fast that you you couldn’t focus on anything. His nose nudged at your clit and it was taking everything out of you not to rip your hands from his and pull on his hair.

Your thighs had started to shake, and he let your hands go. He used both hands to run up the back of the thighs before bending your knees into your chest, giving him more room to do whatever he wanted to your cunt. 

Eddie dipped his tongue lower, circling it around your puckered hole. Your hole clenched around his tongue, wanting him to go deeper. You screamed around your panties as the tip of his tongue dipped inside you over and over again. 

Shaky fingers raked through his hair before pulling, trying to get him as close to you as possible.

Eddie licked back and forth between your cunt and ass before he took your clit back into his mouth and shook his head back and forth. His eyes never left yours, even when your cunt was in your mouth. He wanted to see you come undone on his face. 

One more hard suck at your clit was all it took before you were cumming all over his face. Your cries were muffled, your legs shaking in Eddie’s hand. You couldn’t focus on anything other than your orgasm running through your body, making each hair stand up and your back arch so far off the jacket below you that you could almost reach the night sky. 

“Mmmmph!” Your hips ground against Eddie's face as you kept cumming, and he didn’t stop, even once you were finished. Your whole body felt like it was on fire in the best way.

Eddie groaned loudly against your cunt. The feeling of your cum against his tongue and face was enough to have his cock twitching in his pants, making a mess of them.

You ripped your panties from your mouth and threw them somewhere behind you, not caring where they ended up. “E-Eddie!” 

He pulled away, the moon making your cum shine on his face. “Sound like an angel when you say my name.” His fingers circled your cunt, making you gasp. You were already so sensitive from one orgasm, but you knew he was just getting started. “Too bad you’re nothing but a needy slut.”

Eddie’s hand left your cunt, reaching up to the top of your dress, it now bunched around your belly and pulled it down enough so that your tits fell out. Your nipples immediately hardened, the cold air making them stiff. 

“Look so good like this,” he slowly kissed up your body, making sure to bite every so often. Eddie stopped at your hips, biting at each one until he was sure they’d stung.

Once Eddie had kissed his way to your chest, he took one nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue softly around it. His fingers squeezed and pulled at the other nipple, pulling the cutest whimpers from you. 

You bit your lip when you felt his teeth dig into your nipple and pull on it before letting it go. “Feels so good.”

“Of course it does.” He forced your legs back open with his hand, sliding his fingers through your sticky pussy lips. You gasped, grabbing ahold of his wrist. “Awe, you wanna cum again?”

You nodded your head quickly, barely letting him finish his question. “Yes, I wanna cum as many times as you’ll let me.” 

“How cute.” Slap! Your cunt stung, his rings catching against your clit, and you tried to close your legs, but Eddie was much stronger than you. Slap! “Beg for it.”

“Fucking- Eddie, please! I’ll do-

Slap! Slap! Slap! “I don’t wanna hear how you do anything I’ll say. Think of something better.”

More tears flowed down your cheek for another time tonight as you tried to think of the words to stay. You didn’t know what to say, you just knew you wanted to cum again, and you were getting impatient.

“Just- please! I’ll be such a good slut for you, and I promise to let you do whatever you want to me. Just let me cum again.” 

“Now, was that so hard?” Eddie finally slid his fingers into your waiting cunt, and you immediately clenched around them.

“Thank you, thank you.” You spread your legs further, making it easier for him to slot himself back between them. 

His fingers curled right against your g-spot, and you could already feel your second orgasm fast approaching. “You’re about to cum this quick?” Eddie tutted at you, curling his fingers over and over again. “Better hold it in.”

“I-I can't, I can't!” You shook your head, your toes already curling. 

With a heavy hand, Eddie smacked each of your thighs, immediately causing them to burn in such a blissful way. “You can and you will.”

Eddie knew how badly you wanted to cum, and he also knew how to skillfully use his fingers to edge you and make you hold it in. You were sure that if you didn’t listen, the inevitable would happen, and you wouldn’t cum again. 

“Now, are you gonna listen and hold it in? Or do I have to stop touching you all together?” His fingers slowed down as he waited for you to answer. 

“I’ll hold it in!” You grit your teeth, trying to find a distraction while Eddie toys with your sopping-wet cunt. 

You could hear how wet you were, your pussy squelching around Eddie’s fingers the more they pumped in and out of you. His pace was slow, making sure to drag at the pleasure, helping you hold your orgasm at bay as long as you could. 

“Whose pussy is this, huh?” Eddie had moved so his whole body weight was pressed into you, his forehead resting against yours. “I wanna hear you fucking say it.”

“Y-yours.” Your voice was weak as you stumbled on the words, finding it hard to focus when his fingers felt so good. 

“You’re gonna have to speak up, bunny.” He pulled his fingers out of your cunt long enough to slap your cunt again. You were sure that it was going to be bruised in the morning.

“Yours! It’s your fucking pussy, sir- oh my god!” You were so sensitive, so needy that you almost came right then and there. 

Easily, his fingers slid back into you, your eyes rolling back. You clenched around them, your orgasm fast approaching again. “Eddie…”

As soon as he felt you were about to cum again, he pulled his fingers out. You watched as they dripped in your juices, hitting your thigh. 

“Open up for me,” Eddie traced his wet fingers against your soft lips, waiting patiently. He dragged his fingers across your tongue, making you clean up the mess you made on them. “Don’t you taste so good?”

You wrapped your lips around his fingers, bobbing your head as your tongue swirled around them. Your doe eyes looked up at him as they silently begged him to fill you up again with his fingers, giving you a chance to cum.

“How can I say no to those beautiful eyes?” Eddie’s fingers trailed down your body, tracing over your nipples before dipping lower and lower. They ghosted over your clit, rubbing just enough for you to feel something. “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?”

“Yes- oh fuck.” He caught you off guard, sliding in three thick fingers and filling you up just like you wanted. Your cunt sucked in his fingers, tightening round them. “R-right there.”

The pads of his fingers rubbed perfectly against your g-spot, making you see stars behind your eyelids. “Right here?” Teasingly, he grazed his fingers over the spot again, and you couldn’t hang on any longer. 

You were so sensitive from your first orgasm that this one was coming fast. There was no stopping it this time. 

Your legs clamped around his arm as you heard yourself cum before you felt it. You gushed around his hand, soaking everything below you and Eddie in the process. You bit at your lip so hard you could taste blood. “Fuck- Eddie!” 

His name left your mouth like a repeated prayer, his fingers not stopping until you felt your juices drip down the crack of your ass. 

“Shit, look at the mess you made.” Eddie pulled his fingers from your overly sensitive cunt, watching as they dripped more than they did before. The sheen of your cum shined brightly in the moonlight.

You watched with bright eyes as he pulled out his cock and balls again, it still leaking with precum. Your mouth watered at the sight before you. 

One of Eddie’s hands ran up your body, stopping to tightly wrap his fingers around your neck. “You know you made me cum in my pants while I was eating you out?” His other hand grabbed the base of your cock, dragging in through your wet folds. “Now it’s my turn to cum and fill up your pussy just like you wanted.” 

You whimpered at his words, reaching down to spread your pussy lips apart as the tip of his cock caught on your clit. “God, yes, I've been needing it so bad.” 

“Is that so?” Eddie barely slid the tip in, but it was enough for the both of you to moan in unison. “Will never get over how tight your pussy is, bunny.” 

The hand wrapped around your throat had you gasping for air, but you just smirked. “Please, fuck me.” 

“You want to be filled with my cum that bad?” Eddie grabbed hold of your hip, lifting you off his jacket so you were resting in his lap. “Work for it.”

You couldn’t help but moan at his words as you slowly started to grind your hips against his. Your body weight was on your hands as you used them for leverage. 

His cock moved slowly in and out of you, Eddie’s eyes never leaving where the two of you were connected. “Look how good you take my cock.”

Eddie helped you and guided your hips back and forth, his jeans roughly rubbing against your ass. “Can’t give everything to you easily, can I?”

Your head rolled back as you whined out for him. The slow drag of his cock was just enough to set your body on fire. “A-am I doing good for you, sir?”

“Doing so good, just keep doing that, sweetheart.” His hand tightened around your neck as you gasped for air, your hips still grinding against him. “Just taking what you want from me, aren’t you, slut?”

“F-fuck, uhuh!” The burning in your hips started, but that didn’t stop you. The squeeze of his hand around your neck and the throbbing of his cock inside of you egged you on. “Oh my god!”

“Pussy was made for my fucking cock.” Eddie spat on your cunt, his thumb rubbing it along your clit. “Gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

His thumb kept rubbing at your clit as your cunt ground back and forth along his cock. You’d leave only the tip in before slamming down on the rest of his cock. The two of you groaned and moaned in unison, both close to cumming. 

Your tits bounced with the grind of your hips, Eddie’s eyes transfixed on them as if you had him in some sort of spell. 

“You’re a fucking goddess.” His eyes trailed up your neck, stopping to look and admire your face. Your lips were plump from all the biting, sweat beading on your forehead. “You look so good when you're fucked out, drunk on my cock.”

You couldn’t say anything, words completely leaving you. Your mind was complete mush, his cock the only thing on it. At this point, you’d say anything to him just to cum. 

Eddie’s hand let go of your neck to slap your face, bringing you back to him. “Feels too good, doesn’t it?” His smirk is brighter than it has been before. 

“Y-yes,” you ground your hips faster, chasing your release. “Your cock feels so good!” 

Both of his hands pinned your hips back to the ground, pulling out. You whined but quickly shut up when he slammed back into your cunt. Your whines now turn into pleasurable screams.

“I can’t take it anymore.” His hips crash into yours at a bruising pace, his balls wetly hitting against your ass. “I got fucking cum.”

You arched your back, grabbing his hands and squeezing them as you kept screaming. “Please turn me, Eddie- please!”

Eddie looked down at you, his cock bulging in your belly with each thrust. Your words replayed over and over in his head, the thought making his cock throb hard inside you. “Bunny- Shit! Gonna cum in this pretty pussy.”

“Give it to me, Eddie.” You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper inside you. “Need you to cum inside me, fill me up until it's dripping out.”

His eyes got darker as he leaned down, attaching his lips to your neck. What started as sloppy kisses turned into a hard bite. His teeth puncture your sweaty skin, your blood seeping into his mouth. 

Your toes curled, and you pulled on his hair, the bite being enough to make you cum so hard your body convulses. You couldn’t see anything, your vision going totally white. “I-oh, my god! Oh my fuck- Eddie!”

Eddie groaned loudly against your skin as he finally pulled his teeth from the two holes that adorned your neck. The taste of your blood, the clenching of your cunt as you came around his cock. He couldn’t take it anymore. You can feel his hard pants against your neck and his cock cumming inside you with a twitch.

He whispered your name as he kept cumming, spilling everything he had inside you. “That’s it, take it fucking all.” 

Your cunt milked him for all he was worth.

The only thing heard over the animals in the night was heavy breathing, the two of you spent. 

Your body felt sore, weak, and used by the time Eddie had pulled out of you, causing you to wince at the sensation. You couldn’t see him, too tired to open your eyes, but you could hear him move around you, fixing your dress so it sat just right and picking you up so he could cradle you into his arms. 

You felt weak, the bite on your neck stinging more than it had before. 

“I promise that you’ll feel better in the morning,” Eddie placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. The total opposite of how he was just acting with his cock inside you. “Just rest for now.”

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“ᴍʏ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜ.” | ʙ. ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ

GIFs not mine!

Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

summary: Bucky’s girl has to get her wisdom teeth removed, and he would go to all lengths to protect her from that experience—but he has to deal with the aftermath and takes care of her in the best possible ways.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: mentions of blood and surgical environment, mentions of pain and panic, Bucky being overprotective, mentions of his nightmares/night terrors, mentions of teeth removal, but overall more fluff than angst!

author’s note: This is entirely self-indulgence on my behalf bc I got mine removed on Tuesday, and it was probably the scariest experience I ever had in a doctor’s office. So, I need to imagine Bucky would be there and worry about me and take care of me.

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He sat in the hallway, forearms resting on his knees, of which one bounced rapidly to ease the need to jump up and walk straight into that room. Steve was right next to him—Bucky suspected that YN had asked him to sit down with him, just in case—and he was thankful for his best friend’s company because the sounds he could pick up in the distance almost drove him mad.

Bucky knew that Steve probably heard them more clearly, but the faint sounds were already enough for him to want to jump up and save his girl from the excruciating fear she now had to face in there. She sounded like an injured and scared animal, and he could hear her sobs traveling to his ears—it reminded him so much of the sounds he woke himself with night after night, the panic all-consuming, and only her tender touches could pull him back out of the memories. Listening to YN making those exact same noises almost broke his heart to a million pieces.

“Why can’t they just put her under,” he mumbled angrily, hands pushing through his now short hair, which YN had cut for him during a sunny but lazy Saturday morning. Steve softly patted his shoulder. “You know her body would burn through the anesthesia faster than they could work, and they can’t use the stuff Bruce developed because she tends to get high blood pressure from it.” Steve tried everything to get through to Bucky, to console him, to make him understand that this was the only option—and that everything would be alright. “She will push through it. They gave her something to calm down, and she doesn’t feel any pain.” His words seemed like a joke as another sobbing moan was heard by the two super soldiers. “Doesn’t sound like it,” Bucky mumbled, face buried in his hands.

The blonde man sighed deeply before speaking up again. “Friday?” The AI instantly woke to life. “Yes, Captain Rogers?” He threw a look at his friend before asking the question. “How is YN holding up in there?” They had to wait a few seconds before Friday spoke again. “Agent LN‘s blood pressure is slightly elevated, but Doctor Hilton just said they would be done in only a couple of minutes. The last tooth is rotated, and he needs a bit longer to remove it than he did for the previous three. I will notify you when they are done.”

Bucky slumped back against the wall behind him, releasing the held breath in a deep sigh, but still continued the wringing of his hands. The wiring sound of his metal arm increased as he raked his metal fingers through his hair once more, his eyes closed and dark brows furrowed. At least he didn’t hear the pained moan coming from his girlfriend anymore, but he still could make out her soft crying.

The following minutes passed as slowly as eternity probably would feel before Friday announced that the procedure was finished and the last stitch was made. Neither Steve nor the nurses who worked in the medbay of the compound could stop the brunette soldier as he jumped off the too-small chair and rushed through the hallway. He didn’t even bother to check if he was allowed to enter the sterile surgical room; instead, he just stalked in there, throwing everyone a dark look, before hurrying himself over to YN, who still rested on the horizontal chair, eyes red and puffy from all the crying, tears still running down her already slightly swollen cheeks.

“Oh, YNN,” he whispered gently and softly, prying open her cramped fingers, which held tensely onto each other. He took her hand in his, pressed it against his chest, and leaned down to pepper her forehead in soft kisses, not wanting to risk hurting her if he dared to kiss her cheeks. “You did so well, doll. So, so well,” he continued his whispered praises and brushed the salty tears off her cheeks and from underneath her eyes with a feather-like touch of his thumb. She looked up at him, tears still clearly visible in her watery eyes, and another sob escaped her throat. But suddenly, she choked on it, and a bit of blood escaped her lips as she coughed, which Bucky was fast to dab from there with the towel laying on the surgical tray right next to her.

“There. All gone.” He smiled down at her, and YN stretched her arms out to him, desperation and the remnants of panic and fear on her still pretty face, and he softly pulled her into his arms, lifting her off the chair. “Make sure she lays upright for the first couple of days,” the surgeon says after Bucky has turned with her securely in his arms. “Cooling is essential, so start with it right away. When her cheeks swell up, you can do lymphatic drainage—Friday has the instructions. Check-up is tomorrow, and we will remove the stitches a week from now.“ The soldier nodded after every point made. “The painkillers and the antibiotics are in this bag, along with some instructions concerning her nutrition for the upcoming days, but Friday also generated a meal plan.” Again, another nod from Bucky while YN just clung to him. “She did really good,” Hilton smiled at last and released the couple.

Bucky carried her out of the room and let Steve accompany them on their way upwards onto the living floor. YN threw the blonde a thankful look before opening her mouth slightly. “Thanks, Stevie.” It was only a mumble, almost incomprehensible due to the cotton pads between her teeth and the still working local anesthetic, numbing her entire mouth, including her tongue, but Steve understood her nonetheless. “Everything for my sister-in-mind,” he returned with a soft smile and gently rubbed over her back. “Get some rest, cupcake.” She nodded at his words before snuggling her head back onto Bucky’s shoulder while Steve walked off and left them at the door to their shared bedroom.

“How is the pain, doll?” YN shrugged at that, clinging to him as he tried to put her on the bed and wanting to leave her alone. “Dongo,” she mumbled, and the soldier smiled down at her, crouching in front of the sitting woman. “Was never my intention, pretty girl. Just wanted to get your shoes off. Do you want some fluffy socks? One of my Henleys?” She nodded at both with brightening eyes, and Bucky smiled again before softly kissing the crown of her head, a hand gently combing through her hair. “Be right back, darling.” And he held his word, returning with her favorite pair of fluffy socks—the ones with candy canes and reindeer—and her favorite Henley—the dark red one. He helped her into both, always careful not to touch her cheeks.

He moved her into the middle of the enormous bed, propping her up with the pillows lying around and tucking her in. “Gonna do a quick run to the kitchen to get you those cooling packs, doll. Need anything else?” She shook her head and watched him as he left and even stared at the door when he returned only minutes later—arms filled with all kinds of stuff.

YN raised both brows in silent question after Bucky had neatly piled everything on top of the bedside table and tried to figure out how he could attach the cooling packs to her face. He would hold them day and night, but the soldier was sure that his girlfriend wouldn’t be fond of that suggestion. “Don’t give me that look, doll. Y’know, I can’t let you starve or dehydrate. Nat gave me those drink meals? And Tony found some of those squeeze puree bags Peter used when he got his removed. I don’t know; it says something about banana and strawberry flavor, and that sounded quite good, didn’t it? Oh, and I got you lots of water, and Wanda will bring some tea later. She said it would be antibacterial? S’supposed to help with the healing and—…” He rambled without pause, and YN gently pressed her pointer finger onto his lips and let him shut up. “Sorry,” he mumbled against her skin with a bashful smile.

“Give me those.” YN took the cooling packs out of his restless, moving hands and pointed to their shared closet. “Could you bring me a scarf?” Bucky was up and on the other side of the room within a blink of an eye and held three options over his head, a questioning expression in his eyes. “Which one?” YN smiled softly and slightly shook her head. “Doesn’t matter, silly,” she told him, but Bucky still treated the decision like the most important one on this day. “I think we should go with the grey one. It’s soft enough for your skin, it’s not too expensive to be crying over it when you ruin it, and it’s big enough for whatever you might wanna do to it,” he finally decided and brought it to her before plopping down next to YN and watching her in her doings.

She folded it in half lengthwise and put the two cooling packs in the middle before wrapping them in the fabric. Then, she lifted the now-heavy scarf and started to make a knot on the top of her head—the section with the packs now tightly resting around her chin and cheeks. Bucky stared in awe at her inventing mind, and a chuckle escaped him after YN had turned her head to face him. “You look like a little bunny. Or that one Disney character with the long ears.” YN giggled at that. “You mean Goofy?” He nodded with a grin before pulling her close to his body.

“How is the pain? Do you need some of those painkillers?” He had to make sure that it didn’t get worse while he was gone. And he was glad he asked because she nodded slowly, almost shyly. “Yeah… Think the anesthetic is wearing off,” the agent mumbled, and he was quick to get the package from the bag and one of the water bottles he had brought. “There you go,” he mumbled after carefully removing the blood-drenched cotton pads from her mouth, and she had thrown one in and emptied the bottle halfway. “Don’t have to feel embarrassed, love. Just tell me if you need another one, yeah? You don’t have to suffer only because you think you have to.” YN nodded gently and leaned her head heavily on his shoulder.

“I was so scared in there,” she finally dared to whisper and felt his hold around her tighten. “I know, love. Heard you through that entire hallway. It broke my heart not to be able to protect you from that. But you did so, so well. My brave girl,” the usually grumpy super soldier mumbled into her soft hair, pressing several kisses to her temple. “Sorry for worrying you. And scaring you. I just… just couldn’t stop the tears and the sounds because it hurt so bad but didn’t hurt at the same time because everything was numb, but my jaw…” The memory of the feeling when a tooth was pulled out alone made her nauseous again, not to mention the sickening sound when the surgeon had to crack one of her teeth in order to get it out of her damn jaw.

Bucky held her even closer at that and hummed softly. “It’s over now, love. And stop apologizing, hm? It’s my responsibility to worry myself to death when it comes to you. You’re my everything, YNN. It’s natural for me to worry about’ya.” She looked up at him and accepted the incoming forehead kiss with tiredly closing eyes, finally feeling comforted and loved and safe again. “But y’don’t have to hang here the entire week. I know you have missions and the evaluation of the recruits, and—…” Now it was Bucky’s turn to tenderly lay a finger to her lips and urge her to look up at him again. “Did you really think for a second I’d leave you all to yourself? To let you look after yourself alone? Silly woman,” he grinned and pecked the tip of her nose with a soft kiss. “You’re my responsibility, doll. So it’s my responsibility to take care of you this entire week. Haven’t had so much time with you in weeks, so I’m very willing to stay right here where I am.”

YN blinked slowly, comprehending his words, and sniffled a bit as tears tried to rise in her eyes. “You really stay here?” She couldn’t understand the luck she had to have Bucky at her side. But his nod showed her that he meant it. “You can bet on it. You will be so sick of me after these seven days,” he chuckled and let her cuddle tightly into his chest. “Not possible,” she whispered, and within a few seconds, Bucky felt her body getting heavier in his arms and all he did was hold her while she slept off the adrenaline and panic from earlier.

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As already mentioned, this was entirely selfish to write because I really needed that. But still, I hope y’all enjoyed it at least a bit :3 As usual: comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated!

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[yo-yo-yeonkai]

MY BABY - KANG TAEHYUN - SFW

Taehyun x reader

Genre: fluff

Warning list: established relationship! difficult sleeping, joking mention of drugs, pet names ( baby, sweetheart, Tae, Tyunie)

Word count: 800

Summary: If you can’t sleep… what cures it better than a night drive. Taehyun knows how to take care of you better than you do!

Authors note: yes I was struggling to sleep… when did I start writing it? 1:20 ish… I released it at 2:05… I should sleep now…..

Long nights blended into endless days; you couldn't quite tell what was what anymore. When did a new day begin? Waking up to the sun couldn’t tell you, because you didn’t sleep. The only thing that told you was your boyfriend kissing you each morning to say “good morning Sweetheart”. When was the last time you slept properly? You aren't entirely sure...

Normally you can spend whole nights laying in bed: thinking, reading, gaming, you name it. And NORMALLY, your boyfriend doesn’t even shift at the sound. He’d just lay there, still like a statue. Ahhh the beauty of sleep.

The only problem is, tonight, as you are endlessly rolling around your side of the bed, you wake your boyfriend. His hand reaches your waist, and he pulls you towards his chest. "What's wrong?" He asks, tone raw and deep from having just woke up. Your heart thuds at the sound... you'd ruined his sleep.

"Nothing... I just can't sleep. Go back to sleep Tae" you whisper to him, patting his chest, hoping he will just give up and drift back to dream land. Being the stubborn, yet caring, man he is, he doesn't. In fact, he begins playing with your hair, twirling it in his fingers as he forces his eyes open to look at you.

"Talk to me baby... what's keeping you up?". You sighed at his words... you didn't have answer. If only it were that easy. If you could figure out what was keeping you up, you'd be asleep by now. Your lack of response told him all he needed to know "do you want me to drug you to sleep" he teased, making your eyes widen as you laugh. Taehyun's jokes were always at two ends of a scale: out of pocket and crazy, or sweet and adorable, but he was always funny either way.

"No thank you Tyunie, nice try tho" you giggle, sticking your tongue out at him. He smiles at the sound and brushes your hair with his fingers, fixing the knots he accidentally twirled into your hair. "Suit yourself. May I interest you in a glass of warm milk?" He offered. You shake your head "no, you can Interest me in you going back to sleep". He shook his head at that and moved to get out of bed.

Throwing back the covers, a rough chill reaches your skin and you suddenly wish you’d just accepted his hugs. He threw a jumper over his head and gave one to you as well. What was he planning? "Well if I can't interest you in any of those options... which honestly, were some good options…... Then we will go on a drive". You deadpanned him as you put on his hoodie, getting out of bed and following him to the door to get your shoes on. "Seriously? What am I... a baby?" You huff, stropping much like a baby you claimed not to be. How ironic…

"That's exactly what you are! Now get in the car and just relax... please do that" he told you, pushing you out the door and towards the car. You groan as you get into the passenger seat. Seriously? This is what adults do with their children so they will sleep. Why was he trying this with you? Is he crazy?

"What do you want to listen to sweetheart?" He asked, handing you his phone so you could put some music on. What was the stupidest and loudest song you could put on? You jokingly pick the complete opposite of a sleepy song and play "guerrilla, by ATEEZ".

Taehyun sighs at you but let's you play whatever you want, he knows it won't be long anyways. He recons you’ll be out like a light in 10 minutes max.

Eventually you play some calming music and you both enjoy the vibe of him driving around. As you watch the view from the window blur into streaks of colour, at the speed you travelled, you felt it. The slip of your eyelids involuntarily trying to close. You wanted to fight it for a bit longer to prove to Taehyun that you weren't a child, but ultimately you couldn't stop it.

The sweet sound of Taehyun singing along to songs so gently and beautifully lulled you into a peaceful sleep. When he looked over and saw the sight, he instantly slid the volume down. Now you were asleep he could take you both home and to bed. And you tried to say you weren't a baby? He thought you were the cutest little thing ever, and you were all Taehyun's....

He was willing to take you on night drives, so you'd sleep if it meant you'd be healthy and happy.

Anything for his baby <3

[winterwump]

Gun x goo x reader smut plzzzzzz love your writing ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

🎄🤍Happy-Poly Days🤍🎄

Author’s Note: Hello Hello!! Thx so much for the request. I really hope this is good cuz I feel rusty (even tho it’s been 3 months😭)

CW: 🚨BREATHPLAY/CHOKING🚨 (it’s mild tho), And very light BDSM dynamics

This was not beta read so if you see an error, just kindly ignore it pls!! Oh and, this is the position I had in mind when writing this 💦

ENJOY!!

You never thought that a poly real would ever work for you, especially with guys like Gun and Goo. If anything, you thought that the two were better off with each other. But here you are interlocked between their sweaty bodies. And you couldn’t say you hated it, because it was the most heavenly experience.

Gun had his hands firmly around your neck, depriving you of just the right amount while Goo kept up the ruthless pace he’d set as thrusted up into your needy pussy. The breath play just sort of happened. Gun and Goo liked it and it turns out that you loved it. And of course, you all loved breath play for different reasons. Each nastier than the next.

Gun liked choking you because he loved how glassy and lost your eyes became as you let your pleasure take over. Even if you weren’t staring back at him, which was most times, Gun would still hazily study how your facial expression would change as you were getting fucked- all the while whispered sweet nothings to you. Goo liked it for the simple-carnal reason that whenever you were getting choked, your pussy was tightest it’s ever been. Goo saw your vice-like grip on his cock as a challenge to see how long he could keep fucking you. And despite his impressive sexual stamina, the grip of your pussy made him crumble in the best way.

You loved being choked because: God, it felt good to just let go (ironically). While your pussy was throbbing and spasming around anything your walls could feel, the rest of you was so pleasantly lost in all the sensations (or lack there of them) that came with the frequent threesome that you three engaged in. Be it the way that Goo kept your G-spot perfectly stimulated, or the firm and dominant nature that Gun took on while coaching you an orgasm that would surely wreck you. And wreck you it did. Because even in your dazed orgasmic state you managed to hear about how you drenched Goo, coincidentally, at the same time he filled your insides. You could hear the two sharing a laugh, you always loved that sound.

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The smell of a cigarette hit you first when you came back to your body. Looking around, you found yourself being securely held by Gun in a scene that looked borderline domestic.

“Finally you’re up. You good?” - He was giving you bedroom eyes which indicated that the night was far from over.

When you opened your mouth in a move to reassure him, you realized that your voice was nowhere to be found.

“Now you know she can’t speak yet, Gun” - Goo said with a smug laugh as he threw his naked self onto the bed next to you.

Choosing to ignore Goo in that moment, Gun used a free hand to gently bring your attention back to him - “That’s okay, you can nod right [Y/N]?”

And to that you gave a demure nod, your anticipation was evident even when your voice was gone.

“Good girl.”

I really hope you liked thisss. And kudos to you if you got the pun in the title lol. BYE!!

[literallykenmaandshoyo]

Half Of My Heart

TimeSkip!Satori Tendou x Female!Reader

Warnings: Language, Satori and Reader are both oblivious ASF, Wakatoshi and Reader are lowkey besties~, just fluff!

Word Count: 4.9k

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! I spent a lot of time with Mod Kenma the other day and it was the absolute best! We were talking a lot about our AU's and headcanons that we have and we even wrote for a while together! My visit was long overdue! Anyways, this is the last Tendou fic (Maybe) That I'll be writing for a while! I love time skip Satori so so much! I'm a little iffy on how I ended things, but hopefully you all like it! Enjoy everyone <3 ~Mod Shoyo <3

It was so painstakingly obvious that Tendou had a crush.

She wasn’t just some girl he saw walking around school, someone that he just happened to run into by pure luck. She was perfect. From the very first time he saw her standing on the opposite side of the court at one of his games, he knew that she was going to be the love of his life. He was never one to believe in soulmates or love at first sight, but she managed to change his mind. He could see the red string tying their hearts together, the moment that she met his gaze he knew that he needed to have her.

His entire third year at Shiratorizawa was spent pining over her. Asking her to come visit his dorm so they could read manga together, taking her to his favorite bakeries and cafes, inviting her over to help him “practice” when he knew that he did enough of that already. Any excuse that he could find to spend time with her, he never hesitated to make plans.

Tendou couldn’t help the tears that welled up in his eyes when he saw her at his graduation ceremony. He could hear her screaming and cheering for him when he picked up his diploma from the principal’s hands. She was still a second year, yet she didn’t miss a beat when it came to supporting him. She came to see him and Ushijima graduate and get on with their lives. He remembered leaning over to tell Wakatoshi that she had come. The face that Ushijima made was forever engraved in his mind. Ushijima smiled as brightly as he ever had before.

“Where is she sitting?”

After the ceremony, Y/N walked out to meet their best friends with open arms. Ushijima pulled her into a tight hug and thanked them what sounded like a million times for coming. Y/N then excitedly threw herself at Tendou, the bouquet of red tulips that she had bought for him being flung around a little too harshly. She didn’t care, though. 

“I’m so proud of you, Tori.” The waterworks started up and soon enough, Satori was wiping the salty tears that rolled down his cheeks.

He looked down at the bouquet in her hands and gave her a big smile. The dimples that turned his lips upward were on full display and Y/N could feel her heart melting. She outstretched the flowers towards him with slightly shaking hands and a quivering lip.

“These are for you. I picked the prettiest red flowers I could find just for you, I can’t tell you enough how happy I am for you.”

That’s when tears started to roll down Y/N’s cheeks and her quivering lips shifted into a sad pout. She sniffled and wiped away her tears, looking down at her shoes to avoid Satori’s gaze. Tendou felt his heart shatter for her. Yet somehow, just a small part of his mind couldn’t help but be elated at the fact that she cared about him enough to cry over the fact that he was leaving soon.

“Now, now, why is such a pretty lady crying over little ‘ol me?”

Even on the saddest day of his life, he still managed to sound just as energetic as always.

“Don’t you shed another tear over this.”

Tendou curled his index finger and used it to wipe the stray tear that just fell from her eyes. He happily took the flowers from her hands and brought them up to his nose for him to sniff. He let out a happy sigh and set them down safely. He was quick to bring her into his arms for a more intimate hug this time. He was petting her hair and rested his cheek on the top of her head. Despite how sweet those flowers smelled, nothing quite matched the way that she always smelled. He had grown fond of the shampoo and conditioner she used, as well as the lotions and perfumes she’d use. You’d think that it would be a jumble of a bunch of random smells, but it was quite the opposite. She smelled delicious to him, every single scent of her products blended together and created a scent that was absolutely unmatched.

That night, Satori planned on spilling his guts.

He was going to tell her about how he’s felt for the entire school year and that he wanted nothing more than for her to be his. But when finally had a moment to himself, he found himself thinking it was rather selfish of him. How could he tell her that he was in love with her when he was just about to leave for Paris and start his career? To have her just sit here and wait for him until the next time they got to visit each other was something that he couldn’t bear to think of. So instead, he settled for kissing her. He didn’t even get to kiss her for as long as he wanted to, but it's a form of intimacy he’s wanted to share with her for so long. So many times he had to hold himself back and remember that best friends don’t kiss each other, that he had to limit himself no matter how badly he wanted to. He felt her kiss him back and that’s all the reassurance he needed.

“Until next time,” He sighed.

It had been two years since Tendou had left for Paris. Y/N couldn’t help but feel disappointed when he didn’t get to make it to her graduation. But from what she’s heard from Wakatoshi, Tendou’s career had really taken off.

Despite Satori saying that he wanted to get interviewed when they made a documentary about Ushijima’s life during high school, it was actually Ushijima that got interviewed when Satori earned himself a show on TV. ‘Miracle Sweets’ had gotten popular in France and the show was getting broadcasted everywhere. Y/N had the pleasure of watching the debut of the show. 

He shaved his head.

That was the first thing she noticed and it made her giggle. Despite the buzzcut he had, he was still the same old Satori. He measured his chocolate mixtures with feeling, he baked and cooked with love, he sounded the same. 

On one special episode, Y/N noticed that he had subtly mentioned her while he was waiting for the mixture to set. She was doing the dishes while watching the show. The second that he mentioned her, she dropped a glass cup on the floor and didn’t even flinch when it shattered at her feet.

“I’m making this chocolate for a good friend of mine. She always told me how she loved the Ferrero Rocher chocolates and I made it a mission to always get them for her when I could.” He smiled to himself and looked down into the bowl fondly.

“Paradise, if you’re watching this, I hope you think these chocolates look just as delicious as your Ferrero Rocher’s”

Tears welled up in Y/N’s eyes once more. She finally felt like moving and quickly swept up the cup she had dropped onto the floor. In a frenzy, she looked for her phone and dialed Wakatoshi’s number. 

“Do you play in France anytime soon?”

A few months later, Y/N was on a plane to Paris to go and watch one of Ushijima’s games. Despite how much she loved to support Waka at his games, Y/N couldn’t help but wonder if Satori would be close by. Maybe one of his stores was nearby, or maybe he’d come to the game as a surprise to support Wakatoshi.

Y/N sighed anxiously as the plane started to land. What if there was a reason he hadn't contacted her? She didn't have his new number, none of his socials, all she knew about him was whatever she heard on TV or from Wakatoshi.

She just hoped that coming to Paris was a good idea.

The days leading up to Ushijima’s game were filled with lots of “sightseeing” and touring all around Paris. Y/N had actually found the famous bakery that Tendou owned now, but when asking to see him, she was told that he had taken a vacation week and wasn’t going to be back until next week. She felt hopeless. Her brain started to flood with memories and every single one made her question whether or not it was a good idea to even try and find him. He was busy, he was so successful, why would he have time for someone that had a crush on him in high school?

Y/N decided that she would just make the rest of her time in Paris with Waka.

Y/N quickly started to have fun once she was watching Ushijima in his element. She'd been doing this since they started attending his games in high school. Every time he was on the court he was always a force to be reckoned with. It was crazy to know that even as an adult now, he still managed to intimidate and confuse players with his talent the same way he did as a fresh eighteen year old.

The game was so intriguing to watch; nothing new. Y/N felt like she was going to lose her voices in the morning from how much she had screamed and cheered for Wakatoshi. It all felt so nostalgic. Once the Adlers had won the game, adding onto their winning streak of ten games in a row, Y/N made her way down from the stands to the court to meet up with Ushijima. Upon seeing her, Wakatoshi smiled and wiped his face with the towel he was given. He opened his arms for her and brought her in for a small hug

“Did you have any luck finding Tendou?”

Y/N shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. “I just figured I’d stop looking. I’ve spent so long looking for him,”

Ushijima let out a dissatisfied hum. “That’s not like you at all,”

Y/N raised an eyebrow and met eyes with the professional volleyball player. “The Y/N that Tendou introduced me to in high school was persistent, and didn’t give up. Why would you give up on searching for him?”

Y/N couldn’t help but agree with Ushijima, but she also thought about how defeated and sad she's been since she landed in France. It was tiring to spend all two years searching for someone and feel like they’re not even bothering to do the same. She’s just tired of looking and feeling like everything was so one-sided.

“I’ve had something to tell him for two years, Waka. I’ve held onto it for two years but I still don’t even know if he’d like what he hears, or if he even wants to hear it. It’s exhausting.”

Ushijima just stayed quiet. After grabbing all of his things, the two of them walked out of the stadium to look for somewhere to eat dinner before heading back to the hotel they had booked. It was freezing outside and Y/N wished that she would have packed warmer things, then again, it was summer time. The nights normally aren’t this cold. 

The sounds of volleyball fans calling out to Ushijima were sitting behind Y/N’s head as they continued to walk to the restaurant. She wondered how Ushijima had grown so accustomed to just ignoring everyone’s screams, Y/N felt like her head was going to explode if she heard one more person ask Ushijima for a picture or for his autograph. Then again, Ushijima was already a tough cookie to break.

“Wakatoshi!” There it was again. 

Y/N wanted to cover her ears like a little kid to drown out all of the noise. Her head was pounding and all of the cameras that were flashing and following them made her want to just go home, pop some Excedrins, and go to bed. 

“Wakatoshi-kun!”

Just keep walking. Y/N kept repeating this in her head as she took each step. She was following directly behind Ushijima, who kept turning around to make sure that Y/N was still behind him every little while. Y/N didn’t hate being Ushijima's friend at all, but she the baggage it came with. She looked like she was just following Ushijima around like a lost puppy. Like some dog that was trying to find its way back home.

“Ushiwaka-kun!”

Ushijima stopped dead in his tracks and it made Y/N crash into his back. Y/N groaned and looked up at Ushijima, only to see that he had vanished already. When Y/N turned around, all of her discouraged and ugly thoughts from while they were walking completely vanished.

“I-Is that?”

Y/N couldn’t believe her eyes, she felt like she was going to cry and throw up at the same time. Her heart was pounding against her chest, she felt like it was going to break through her skin and jump out of her body. Her breathing was erratic and she couldn’t take her eyes off of him. He was so gorgeous. Even with his crazy red hair gone, she still couldn’t help but fawn over him. Her Tendou. Her Satori. He was finally here, right in front of her.

Ushijima was hugging him, laughing at something that she couldn’t hear them talking about. It wasn’t until one of Wakatoshi’s slender fingers pointed into her direction that Tendou’s ruby eyes finally shifted over to look at her. The lump in the back of Y/N's throat was sore. She couldn’t even speak. Everything felt like it was in slow-motion.

Her legs weren’t walking fast enough, her mouth wasn’t moving fast enough, her heartbeat stilled inside of her chest the second that his eyes met her own. Her hearing was gone, she couldn’t focus on one audible thing around her. But thank god she could read lips, because she saw his lips move to speak her name. 

Tendou pushed through the crowd of people to get to her, his still tall and lanky figure towering over her short stature. Her dark doe eyes stared up at him in wonder and her lip was quivering again, just like when he left after graduation. This feeling in his chest was like an old friend. His heart was thumping at the sight of her, his legs felt weak and his knees were ready to buckle.

“Look at you,” Tendou scoffed in disbelief. “Is that really you?”

Y/N nodded frantically, tears streaming down her face.

“It’s me, It’s me!”

Tendou wore a bright smile and nearly tackled her to the ground once she responded to him. His arms engulfed her into a hug and he lifted her off the ground, digging his nose into the crook of her neck. She still smelled exactly the same, the same scent that he absolutely adored. It was flooding his senses and he felt like he was home again. One of his hands gripped the back of her head to hold her impossibly closer to him, while the other was wrapped around her waist. 

“You’re still as beautiful as ever, Paradise. You haven’t changed a bit.”

Y/N smiled through her dampened eyelashes. “You still look just like my Tori, just with no hair!”

The pair of old friends giggled and intertwined themselves together once more in another hug.

Tendou turned to face Wakatoshi now, still holding onto Y/N tightly. “You guys should come to my place! Have you eaten yet? I’d love to cook for you and catch up!”

Ushijima smiled. With an affirmative nod, Tendou was leading the two of them back to his house, Y/N's hand tightly woven with his fingers.

Tendou’s success was very noticeable once you saw his house. Despite the mansion that most people would assume he’d have, it was actually just a very nice, modern two-story house. His front yard’s grass was perfectly trimmed, the car that was in the driveway obviously wasn’t cheap, yet he somehow still managed to keep it on the more humble side.

Third-year Tendou probably would’ve bought a Lamborghini just for the sake of saying he had enough money to buy one, but this Tendou seemed to have matured a great deal. He was living in luxury, but he still managed to keep himself humble with everything his money went to.

Watching Satori in the kitchen was just as riveting as watching Ushijima play volleyball. He was in his element, throwing spices into the pan and using his heart to cook. This was the first time since watching him play in high school that Y/N really noticed how focused he was. Tendou in the kitchen was by no means quiet, however. He was keeping conversation almost effortlessly while he waited for the soup he was making to simmer. 

“I’m sorry I haven’t been home to visit in a while,” Tendou sighed. “This business is really taking it out of me, there’s always something to do once I finish one thing.”

After the soup was served, Tendou was pleased to see that Y/N had gone for thirds. Ushijima had gotten so full that he felt ready to head to bed the second he finished his second bowl. Tendou offered to let Y/N stay with him, so Ushijima could have no worries when heading back to his hotel. After Wakatoshi double checked, he left, hugging Tendou tightly and thanking him for dinner.

Once it was Satori and Y/N all alone, that’s when the gravity of how long it had been since they’d seen each other really sank in.

“I never stopped waiting, you know.” Y/N spoke up. Tendou looked at her from across his dining table and sat up taller. “These past two years, I’ve waited for a sign, or for an opportunity that would lead me to you.”

Tendou looked down at his fingers that were tapping on the glass table. “I didn’t stop thinking about you. Not for a second.” He replied.

Y/N let out a small huff and looked up at him. “I tried to find ways to contact you, the only way I managed to get through was by telling Ushijima to text you that I was thinking of you and missed you.”

Satori stayed quiet. “You know, I’ve been holding onto something for so long, and I really need to get it out. I meant to tell you the last night that I saw you before I left, but no time ever felt right.”

Y/N raised a brow and waited for him to explain himself. “That night, when I kissed you.” He began. “I didn’t plan on kissing you. I was actually going to confess. I was going to tell you that I was in love with you and I wanted to be with you.”

Y/N’s heart sank in her chest. She could’ve had him two years ago? She could have avoided all of this had he confessed that night? Had she confessed that night? She was too lost in the ‘what if’s’ to even respond to his story.

“I figured it’d be selfish of me to tell you that I was in love with you and then just get up and leave for Paris the next morning.”

Y/N was speechless. She got up from her chair across from him at the table, and moved to the one that was right next to his seat instead. 

“Tori, you really meant to confess to me?”

He nodded and rubbed his face with his hands. He let out a harsh sigh. “Not confessing to you that night is one of the biggest regrets of my life. I probably would’ve been able to have you here with me while I go through all of this. I wouldn’t have been so alone, and I’d be even happier because the woman that I love would be right by my side.”

Y/N could feel a blush rising up to her cheeks. He wasn’t even speaking in the past tense about his feelings. It was a small detail, but it changed the entire meaning of everything he said. The woman that I love. 

“I meant to tell you my feelings for you on the day of your graduation. Ushi helped me pick out red tulips because they symbolize confession. But when I was at your graduation party, I just got so nervous and choked up and I couldn’t do it. I kinda just silently prayed you’d read into the text a little bit more and research the flowers.”

Satori’s head picked up and his eyes locked with hers. That thumping of his heart came back once more and a smile spread across his face. Y/N couldn’t help but notice how well these two years had done him. He still looked like third-year Satori, but something in the way he spoke now showed more confidence. None of that false arrogance that he had when he spoke to people was there anymore. He seemed comfortable with who he was finally, and Y/N couldn’t help but feel emotional noticing that.

“Well, looks like we were both too scared to say anything, huh?”

She sighed through her nostrils and shook her head. “Guess so,” She let out a soft chuckle and looked back up at Tendou.

His ruby eyes were piercing through hers, she felt so warm under his gaze. The silence between them was so uncomfortable, Y/N never had to sit in silence with Tendou like this ever. After getting what they needed to say off their chests, she wasn’t sure what to do next.

“Do you,” Tendou began. He paused almost as if he was going to regret asking his question. “Still feel the same?

Y/N looked down at her lap again and twiddled with her thumbs for a bit.

This was so hard to admit. How was she going to just tell him that the whole reason she’d been waiting for him throughout these two years is because she thought she still had a chance with him? That she turned down multiple confessions and dates because she felt like she was betraying him.

“It’s been two years,” She spoke hoarsely. “And my feelings haven’t changed one bit.”

The weight of the world came off of Tendou’s shoulders. He sat up straighter in his seat and he couldn’t help the excited smile that spread across his face. The more that he stared at her, the more he could feel his feelings for her rushing back to him. 

Although, they never truly left.

Every time he was making a new chocolate, or experimenting with sweets at his shop, he couldn’t help but think of her and what she would think of his new creations. He’d fantasized about her being in the kitchen with him, begging to lick the spoon that he had mixed his chocolate with. He would giggle to himself when he would imagine her cute little face scrunching up with delight once she realized how delicious his concoctions were. He imagined her face looking the same as when he first introduced her to one of his favorite bakeries and he had her try a chocolate croissant. Her eyes were tightly shut and she was licking melted chocolate off her fingers, humming with delight as she licked her lips.

Tendou cleared his throat to clear the silence between them once more. His eyes lit up with excitement and then he stood up from his chair to head over to the fridge. “Actually, now that you’re here with me, I need you to try something for me.”

Y/N shimmied in her chair a bit. “Ooh! I was actually going to buy something from your shop when I was looking for you earlier today, everything looked so delicious!”

Tendou chuckled and puffed his chest out confidently. He pulled a tray out of his freezer that was covered with plastic wrap and pulled the wrap off. Just by Y/N taking a peak, she immediately saw that it was chocolate. She smiled eagerly and watched him put a couple pieces on a small plate.

“Well, this item is off the menu until further notice,” Satori smirked, placing the plate down in front of her.

“Tell me what you think.”

Y/N picked up the chocolate in between her pointer finger and thumb. Tendou was standing off to the side with his hands behind his back to wait for her thoughts. He looked like the contestants on those competitive cooking shows waiting to hear feedback from the famous chef that’s judging them. But Y/N didn’t have nowhere near as refined taste buds as a famous chef. Tendou could feel his heart pounding in his chest the second that her perfect lips wrapped around his creation.

She curled her hand into a fist and banged it onto the table a couple of times. Tendou chuckled at her reaction and waited for her to swallow to hear her start talking about what she just tasted.

“Tori, this is the most delicious thing I have ever put in my mouth.” She sighed. “I want to buy a hundred dollars worth of this so I can have it when I’m back home!”

Satori’s smile only widened at her praise and his heart felt full. His eyes looked like half-crescent moons when he smiled and Y/N was too busy appreciating her third piece of chocolate that she had popped into her mouth.

I’m so so glad that you like it,” Tendou sighs in relief. “Because I made them just for you. I named them Paradise chocolates. I was waiting for your approval so that way I can put it as a special item on the menu.”

Y/N gasped and looked into Tendou’s eyes. She stood up from her seat and wrapped her arms around Satori excitedly. “Tori, you’re serious? That’s so sweet of you!”

Satori gladly accepted her hug and held her close to him. He forgot how good it felt to have her in his arms. After working his limbs to the bone every single day and coming home so exhausted, he’d kill to have her waiting for him as soon as he walks through the door. More than anything, he wanted to see her standing in the doorway waiting for him, her cute little face adorning that gorgeous smile she has with open arms.

Y/N pulled away from their hug and looked up into his ruby eyes. The two of them had yet another moment of silence fall over them, but this one was different. There was a tension that the both of them were too oblivious to notice. Tendou’s eyes fell from her eyes to her lips, shifting back and forth between the two features of her face a couple of times. They both started to inch closer to each other’s faces slowly, as if they were unsure of what the other would think of their actions. Tendou was finally the one to close the gap between them and smashed his lips onto hers. Y/N visibly relaxed into the kiss and moved her hands from his neck to the back of his buzzed head. The grip Satori had on her waist tightened as he pulled her into his body more.

His heart was pleading to burst right out of his chest, Y/N could feel their two elevated heartbeats beating in sync with one another. She couldn’t help but feel like this kiss was long overdue. She’d had so many things to tell him, so many feelings that she needed to show him, but she was so glad that she could put all of her pent up frustration and how much she missed him into just this one kiss. Satori swiped his tongue over her bottom lip to bring a blush up to the apples of her cheeks. Her lungs were burning but she didn’t want the kiss to end. It wasn’t until Satori gripped her bottom lip in between his teeth and pulled away from her that she finally took in a deep breath.

“When do you leave back home?” Tendou queried, his chest still heaving with uneven breaths.

“Two days.” Y/N responded a bit glum. “This sucks.”

Tendou smirked and gripped her hips tightly in his fingers. He gave them a small squeeze. “Wanna know what wouldn’t suck?”

Y/N stayed silent and raised an eyebrow. 

“Being mine.”

She blushed deeply and looked down at her feet. Satori tried to meet her gaze as she looked down at the floor, trying to find the answer in her expression.

“How about we put that to the test?”

[arent-i-the-fairest]

We’ve had it good for too long… it’s time for some angst >:)

Can I req the first years with a reader who was severely injured trying to protect them? Like from an overblot or something. If you’re uncomfortable with this then feel free to decline ^_^

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞

author’s note : you’re right, anon— it’s been over a month now since my last angst work! it’s about time it made a comeback, hm?

hope you enjoy~ ♡ (˃̵ᴗ˂̵ ）

🔺chapter 1 overblot spoilers in ace and deuce’s parts and chapter 5 overblot spoilers in epel’s!

ace trappola

ace stumbled back after taking a hard hit from riddle, who had overblotted.

“hey buddy, ever heard of dodging?” you joked as you pulled him back up to his feet. he scoffed, softly pushing you away. “quiet, you! bet you couldn’t have dodged that either!” “pshh, i totally could have, no sweat—!”

“both of you! take this a little more seriou— LOOK OUT!” trey shouted. you both looked up and saw the terrifying sight of riddle approaching. about to strike.

out of instinct, you threw ace behind you and took the blow— the last thing you heard before blacking was ace shrieking your name.

he completely abandoned the fight, leaving deuce, cater, and trey to deal with the overblot. instead he just sat off to the side with you in his lap. he was shaking you, crying, begging you to just wake up already— his frustration and anxiety growing with each second you were still unresponsive.

your heartbeat was the only thing letting him know you were still alive, but even it seemed to be slowing down. he prayed and prayed that it was just his mind playing tricks on him, continuing attempting to wake you up.

ace let out a sigh of relief as you opened your eyes. “t-there! hah! i knew you were fine!” he laughed, hugging you.

“ace..?” he pulled away to look at you. “i’m gonna be real with you. i… don’t think i’m fine. in fact, i’m pretty sure this is it for me.” you weakly chuckle. but ace didn’t find this the least bit funny.

“stop— stop! you’re scaring me! you are going to make it!” ace let out a jagged, panicked breath as you closed your eyes once again. “you are!” he hissed. “you are, you areyouareyouare! if you don’t.. i-i’ll…”

he doesn’t know what he’ll do. does he even know what he’s doing now?

deuce spade

he was determined to be the one to help you. in his mind, it was only fair since you’ve done so much for him. from the more insignificant of things like letting him copy off your answers on homework he forgot to do— all the way to helping him change as a person and giving him emotional support.

he wanted to be able to do something for you even just once. and he swore that ‘something’ would be protecting you from riddle’s overblot— even though deuce was already quite tired and beaten up himself.

“deuce, i really appreciate what you’re trying to do, but just take it easy! you’re hurt enough as is!” you gently shook him by the shoulders and he looked down at his feet.

“but…” “— i know. you wanna make yourself useful to me in some way. but you don’t have to.” you gave him a smile.

riddle scoffed, “letting your guards down during a fight, are you?” a shiver ran down your spine as you hugged deuce, shielding him from riddle’s rose-bush attack.

freaks. out. you were hit so hard you were seeing stars and could hardly stand up— he’s got no idea what to do until ace just yells for him to get you in one of the spare rooms of heartslabyul until the fight is over. he’s scared and shaking, but he toughens up and hightails it out of there, whispering apologies over and over again under his breath.

deuce let out a shaky sigh as he pulled a comforter over you. “i’m sorry, y/n, i’m so sorry this happened— do you need water? bandages? h-how— where, ah— what can i do..?” he sniffled, burying his face in his hands.

“i can’t do anything, can i?”

jack howl

a while back, jack made a promise to himself. and that promise was that no matter how dangerous the situation was, he’d protect you.

today, he’s broken that promise.

here he was, carrying you to the infirmary as fast as he could go because you were injured. protecting him. protecting him from a monster so strong and so violent, you knew you couldn’t take any of it’s attacks on. but you did anyways to save him from the pain.

it touched him to his core, but also hurt him just as much.

the trip to the infirmary was nearly too much to take for him. the way your breaths were all rough and uneven, your pained cries, the scent of your blood— jack hates seeing even a scratch on you. he’d take your place in a heartbeat if it meant seeing you unharmed. but he won’t dwell on it for now, his sole focus is on getting you help.

jack sat beside your bed in total silence. and he was going to stay until you woke up and he could talk with you.

he looked at one of your arms, which the nurse had just finished bandaging. then at the other, which was going to be bandaged soon as well. it was covered in bruises that were most likely going to scar.

jack let out a heavy sigh and grabbed your hand gently, nuzzling his nose against it. “i’m sorry i failed you back there.” he whispered to you.

epel felmier

vil was running epel ragged.

you, being magicless, were only allowed watch from the sidelines since the others weren’t allowing you to partake in the fight. but seeing your boyfriend getting tired, becoming more and more susceptible to being heavily injured, you were itching to get in there.

“c’mon, epel, hold out for just a little longer..” you whispered to yourself. your breath hitched when you saw him trip and not get up— and vil only seconds away from obliterating him with a spell.

you sprinted to action, ignoring the protesting shouts of your friends and hurling yourself in front of epel. everyone else be damned, you were going to keep him safe.

he’s so frustrated. not just at you for being so.. selfless, but at himself too because he didn’t have the strength to keep dodging and keep casting out magic. that frustration is gonna eat at the poor boy for a while.

you better believe he’s gonna scold you for your recklessness when you’re all fixed up. he’s already got a whole script set up in his head, and you’re gonna get to hear all of it when you’re better— or.. if you get better? god, he’s frustrated at himself for even thinking of the possibility.

.. but he knows that things could turn out that way. the uncertainty is killing him— but there’s only one thing he knows for sure. he’s gonna take vil down, even if it’s the last thing he does.

epel pat your back with what little energy he had left, trying to help you get out all your coughs. he panicked upon seeing your body go limp, immediately sitting you up against a column.

“’ya really don’t look so good— you’ve gone pale. and your heartbeat…?” he placed two fingers on your wrist and was shaken to feel that it was extremely slow. “are- y-you sure you’re alright? —who am i kidding, of course you are! i don’t need to treat ‘ya like you’re dying…” his smile faltered. “you aren’t, are you?”

you didn’t move or speak. just stared right back him. but it spoke volumes. epel’s eyes widened as he grabbed you by the shoulders.

“you’re kidding, right? right?? you can’t go yet!” he panicked, looking you in the eyes— searching for any confirmation you were okay. that you weren’t going to die. but still, nothing. just more empty staring.

finally, epel broke. unable to bear the guilt and anxiety, all his tears came out uncontrollably.

“you can’t die yet— i need you by my side!” he hiccuped, tugging onto the sleeves of your shirt. he felt hopeless. and utterly pathetic. “i at least wanted to bring you back to my home village.. even planned to live together later down the road, after our graduation. and maybe, even…”

sebek zigvolt

humans and the way they are will always be a mystery to him.

“i’m only gonna ask one last time, human!” sebek narrowed his eyes at you. yet he didn’t look mad. or even annoyed. just genuinely confused. “why? why did you protect me from that beast?”

you were absolutely exhausted from the incident, and he was not helping.

“i don’t see why you can’t tell me.” he huffed. you buried your face in the soft mountain of pillows that he had set up for you. “isn’t it obvious? because i love and care about you.” you whispered before passing out.

sebek just stared for a moment. “oh...” he blinked, and his vision was blurred with tears.

he would never admit how he had cried that day. and he would never admit how he stayed around much longer than he had planned on, guarding you while you slept and sort of just basking in your presence. he was relaxed sitting next to you.

— “what do you mean their condition has gotten worse?!”

the nurse sighed, setting down his clipboard. “it’s exactly what it sounds like. to make it a long story short, whatever beast attacked them casted a spell on them as well.” sebek paled, glancing over at you.

“making a rough estimate, it’ll probably take them 3 weeks to be back in full health, if not a whole month. that is, assuming they’ll recover. they.. seem to be getting worse, unfortunately.” the nurse coughed.

“now, it’s quite late already, why don’t you run back to your dorm?” sebek nodded and turned around to leave, but stopped.

it’s true, he should be tending to chores, training, and watching over the young lord, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave the room.

[faithsbrightideas]

I Hope

Xavier Thorpe x reader

Tyler Galpin x reader

I’m going to try and make this gender neutral/no gender specified, I’m new to writing GN, I’ll go through and edit.

Summary: Xavier cheated and Tylers there for the reader even though they didn’t like him in the past.

I don’t really like doing authors notes, but I thought I’d put this out there, I’m more than welcome to taking requests. Just please keep in mind, I have major ADHD… so it may take me a bit XD … also I’m sorry I write so much angst, idk what’s wrong with me, but I like your not so typical happy ending. My blog is 18+

Warnings: angst, violent outbursts, cheating, cursing, sexual indications, no smut but sexual content.

ITALICS are Flashbacks and regular font is present time!!!

Based on “Happier” by Olivia Rodrigo and a tiktok sound, but I can’t find the OG so I can’t give credit!

“I really hope you’re happy… I truly mean that,” I spoke barely above a whisper and gave a sad smile.

Our first unavoidable bump into finally happened. Xavier and I broke up about a month ago. We have the same friends, we have the same classes, but that was easy to maneuver around. However, we literally bumped into each other as I walked out of the Weathervane with Enid.

“I am,” he nodded with a guilty face, but a smile that said he moved on.

I walked away, linking my arm with Enid, one so she’d take the hint I wanted to get as far away from this conversation as possible, and two because if I didn’t grab onto something I might just fall to the ground. He’d moved on so quickly. If he truly loved me, how could he be okay? Was he feeding her the same lies? An eternal love bullshit you know you'll never mean.

Remember when I believed you meant it when you said it first to me?

I sat with Xavier in his shed. He’d always drag me there when he’d had a stressful day, which understandably it was because his team had just lost to the Poe Cup. Mine did too, but I didn’t take it as seriously. I knew Bianca sabotaged it every year, to me it was just for fun.

“So… what’re you drawing all aggressively over there?” I asked looking up from my crochet hook and yarn.

I picked up crochet when Xavier first brought me here. Gave me a chance to unplug from electronics and pick up a new skill, we had agreed to make it a phone free zone, for now.

“Uhh… y’know? Just the usual…” he stumbled around on his words and searched his head in embarrassment.

I put down my things and walked over. He panicked and threw a cloth over his giant canvas.

“I can’t see?” I asked confused, “You know I love your art Xav. I’d never laugh.”

“It’s not that… I just-,” he stumbled over his words some more.

I took it upon myself and grabbed the cloth, making sure he knew what I was doing, fully prepared to stop if he really wanted me to. I didn’t want to pressure him into doing something that he didn’t want to do. I pulled the cloth off and I was shocked to see what he’d been so keen on me not seeing.

It was a drawing of me. I was sitting on the other side of the room, intently staring at the crochet guide, making my current project. Just then the picture started to move. The picture showed me sticking my tongue out and concentrating on the work at hand. I kept leaning over to read the next step.

“That’s my favorite face you make,” he explained, “I needed something to get out of my head about the Poe Cup… and you… you just make me feel better.”

“Y’know… I like people with emotional and intellectual depth, speaking so passionately about everything they believe in is honestly so beautiful,” I spoke softly still admiring the drawing, “Your soul is just… so beautiful, Xavier.”

I turned around to see him admiring me on his pint covered stool. His head was tilted to the right and a soft smile sat on his face.

“You, Y/n, are beautiful,” he admitted as his cheeks dusted pink.

I shook my head bashfully, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were flirting with me.”

His smile grew, “I could say the same thing about you,”

“And if I was?” I took a few steps forward to stand between his knees.

“Kiss me then,” a teasing smirk went across his face.

I’m not the type to not follow directions, at least, not when it comes to him. I softly placed my hand on his cheek and pressed my lips against his. His hands gripped my waist pulling me in as close as he could. After a few seconds, we pulled away. Knowing our friendship was altered, forever. What did we just get ourselves into?

“Well now we can’t just be friends,” he whispered pressing his forehead against mine, “I’m in too deep.”

Enid and I finally got back to Nevermore. The shuttle only taking 5 minutes to get back from Jericho.

“Hey, I’m going to go somewhere, I need to think… well, think less,” I said walking a different direction and going into the woods.

“Let me know if you need anything! I love you!” Enid shouted.

I needed to go to my latibule, the safety of this place, only few know about, provides me with comfort. I waved my hand, commanding the plants to move, and a trap door revealed itself. I opened it and went down the stairs, not bothering to put the plants back. I figured no one would bother me.

Once I got to the bottom, I switched on the battery powered lights looking around, three bean bag chairs, a couple book cases, a old white table, a projector, and a picture frame hung from a nail in the wall.

I huffed and grabbed the projector and set up one of my favorite movies. I grabbed a box of crochet supplies and continued working on my, long forgotten, project.

About 30 minutes into the movie my attention span wasn’t cooperating and I peeked over at the picture hung on the wall where Enid, Ajax, Xavier, Eugene and I occupied the frame. We were all sitting on a bench in Jericho after Outreach Day and Xavier laid across our laps. I was new then, but I knew that I felt like I finally belonged. They made me feel warm and welcome. I grabbed the picture off the wall, stomped up the stairs, and went outside. I chunked it as hard as I could at the nearest tree. The force shattered the frame, the picture still unharmed, but I felt a little better. I felt guilty for having all the glass on the ground so I went to go pick it up.

“You okay?” I heard a voice come from behind me.

“Tyler?” I asked confused as to why he was out here.

I didn’t exactly like Tyler, especially after what he did to Xavier. Although… I don’t like Xavier either, and Tyler did apologize and stop being friends with them, so I guess he wasn’t that bad.

“You could call it that,” I shrugged.

“What’re you doing out here?” He asked stepping forward and helping me pick up the glass.

“Well I’m supposed to be not thinking… but as you can tell it’s not going so well,” I said putting the glass in a shopping bag.

He picked up the picture and raised his brows in understanding. Obviously, Xavier and I had dated for 8 months, so it was no secret to people in this small town. Especially when Tyler works at the Weathervane and I love the coffee there. Not that there was anywhere else to get it. 

“I heard… I’m sorry,” he said handing me back the picture.

I snatched it, crumbling it up, and adding it to the trash. I stood up with a grunt.

“Yeah well… when one person in a relationship cheats, they usually don’t stay together,” I said walking back to my bunker.

“Woah!” Tyler exclaimed, “I’ve been in these woods thousands of times and I’ve never seen this before.”

“I built it. I can manipulate the earth, so when I leave I just cover it with plants so no one can find it and no little creatures can get in,” I shrugged, “You… uh… wanna come in?”

He smiled like an excited little kid and nodded, “Yeah! I’d love to!”

I walked inside again with him following and went to sit back in my chair. It was deep enough that he could stand up straight and it was a decent size so it didn’t feel over crowded. He was looking around intensely at all the detail.

“You’re watching y/f/m?” He asked and sat down in another bean bag chair. (Your favorite movie)

“It’s my favorite movie,” I said eyeing him, prepared for him to make fun of my like most people do.

“I love this movie! Just don’t tell anyone,” he laughed.

For the first time in days, I smiled, “Here, I’ll start it over, I’m not that far into it.”

Tyler and I laughed and talked throughout the whole movie. Doing impressions of the characters. Saying our favorite lines. My mind completely escaped the detrimental impact the person I loved so much caused. We were there about 2 hours, Tyler had pulled out a bag of gummy bears out of his pocket and we shared them. He’d make me laugh when he would lick the back and stick them to his forehead. Once we realized how late it seemed to have gotten we started gathering our things.

“I had fun,” Tyler smiled grabbing the trash from the smashed picture frame.

“Me too! Maybe we could do it again! I come here often and if you’d like, you can to. Since you know where it is,” I offered, hoping he’d take it.

“I’d love to get to know you better. And this place is absolutely incredible, cozy!” He took it, thankfully.

He nodded his head to leave, I went first and he followed me up the stairs. I closed the hatch and moved plants over it to keep it concealed.

“That’s incredibly impressive,” he said scratching his head in shock of what he just saw, “How long have you been able to do that?”

“Since I was 14, so about 4 years,” I shrugged, “It first happened at the Poe Cup race our freshman year. I was running to get the flag and there were so many vines, as I was pushing them out of the way they all just moved. I didn’t realize what was happening at first, but I did it again on the way back to the boats. Been practicing ever since.”

“You’re incredible,” he laughed.

I felt the heat rush to my ears and a pant hit my heart… I haven’t heard that since Xavier and I started dating. He used to tell me that all the time.

“Thank you, Tyler. I also really appreciate you sticking around, I needed this,” I smiled at his face, which showed a surprised look.

“Honestly, I thought you hated me,” he admitted.

I shook my head, “You made a mistake, no one’s perfect. Besides, you personally took ownership and apologized to Xavier. He doesn’t really have much room to talk either.”

“Friends?” Tyler asked holding out his hand to shake.

“I’m a hugger,” I said wrapping my arms around his waist in a quick, but firm, hug.

“Seriously?!” A voice shouted and out from behind a tree stepped, Xavier.

Of course, what is this? A hallmark movie?

“Tyler, go,” I said pushing him in the direction he came from earlier, “I’ll see you later?”

“Are you sure you want me to leave?” He asked looking between us.

Xavier burned holes into his skull. If looks could kill Tyler would be obliterated.

“I’ll be fine, I promise,” I said with a tight lined smile.

Tyler nodded, sparing one last look between us. Xavier’s eyes were immediately on me after Tyler was out of view.

“You’re hanging out with Galpin?” Xavier snapped.

“So what if I am? What’s it to you?” I was getting angry.

“You know what he did to me, Y/n! You know he’s a jerk. Did you sleep with him? Why is he out here at our place?” He bombarded me with questions.

“Yes, Xavier, I do know what he did to you. He apologized… and you don’t have much room to talk! Do you? I didn’t sleep with him. Even if I did, why do you care? You’re too busy fucking some other girl, that’s the decision YOU made!” I began to raise my voice.

He got quiet. Tears formed in his eyes. Not because he still loved me, but because the guilt ate at him. He felt bad for hurting me. He may still care about me, but not the way I do for him.

“I made a mistake,” he said barely above a whisper.

He just stared at me. Silence. It was suffocating. I had so much to say, but I couldn’t say it. He did something unforgivable. He walked closer to me, slowly as if i was a wild animal and id run at any sudden movement. I felt like running, but my feet were in concrete. He cautiously placed his hand on my cheek.

“Please say something, sweetheart,” He whispered and pressed his forehead to mine.

I knew i was crying, I craved his touch and I knew I wouldn’t ever have it again. The water on my arm multiplied. We both looked up to the sky.

He scoffed to himself, “Deja vu.”

Enid, Ajax, Xavier and I was in our underground bunker, Ajax brought a movie that he wanted us to watch. I brought a ton of board games and we were planning on spending the night here. After watching the movie, Xavier and Ajax went to get a pizza. Leaving me and Enid to gossip. Xavier and i had been dating a month at this point and I couldn’t have been happier.

“Have you two done it?” Enid asked shocked when I finally told her the story of when he and I shared our first kiss.

“No, Enid. We’re waiting a bit, we just want to enjoy being a couple for a while before we add that into it. I just feel like once that kind of intimacy is involved it changes your relationship. I really like him, I don’t want to ruin this,” I explained playing with a tennis ball.

“Yeah, I get it. Ajax and I have been dating two years and we didn’t do it until about eight months in,” She said picking at a string on the bean bag chair.

“It’s raining,” I said.

“How do you know?” Enid asked listening closely.

“I can feel it in the plants.”

She made an ‘o’ face. The boys got back about 10 minutes later. They were soaked.

I cat-called him in a joking manner causing him to chuckle.

“Hey guys, I have an idea,” I smirked, feeling playful.

I grabbed Xavier’s hand and pulled him outside with me. I began to cheer and spin around in the rain. Enid came and joined me. Xavier stood there watching me, nothing but love and admiration in his eyes.

“Come on man!” I heard Ajax say as he ran over to Enid.

Xavier ran over and picked me up, spinning me around. I screamed playfully while laughing. Like the cutest scene from a movie, except it was my life. He put me down and we jumped into the muddy puddles. I eventually got tired and laid in the grass. The rain not seeming to let up as the thunder and lightning roared. Xavier laid down next to me and sighed.

“I love you,” I heard him say.

I sat up and looked at him. His cheeks were pink and he had a content smile on his face.

“What?” I asked him, unsure if my brain was playing tricks on me.

He sat up and rested his forehead against mine, “I said, I love you.”

I laughed, not one of humiliation, but of shock, “I love you too!”

I threw my arms around his neck and straddled him, slamming my mouth onto his. He smiled into the kiss. That day being the most perfect day.

“Except this rain isn’t a happy one,” I said taking a step back.

He looked hurt, but I didn’t care, I was hurt.

“Y/n, please say something. Yell! Scream! Hit me! I need to know what you’re thinking,” He demanded.

“You wanna know what I’m thinking?” I asked with a cracked voice, “I’m thinking why I wasn’t good enough for you.”

“Y/n-“

“Was her smile brighter than mine? Did you like the way she said your name better? Did your whole world, including me, disappear when you looked at her? Tell me you were possessed or maybe it was a curse so I don’t have to think that one night with her was worth more than a lifetime with me. Did you think about me when you were kissing her neck? Did you think about how much I would cry while telling her that her eyes were pretty? Were are you infatuated with the way that she talks? Did the way that she walk make your jaw drop the way mine does when looking at you? Was it fun because it was new? Did her bra make your jaw drop? Was it black or was it dark blue? You knew what you were doing and I hope you fell in love. I hope you fell in love with her figure, I hope you fell in love with the way wind blew through her hair, I hope you fell in love with the way your heart beat faster when looking at her while she wasn’t paying attention. Did your friends tell you congratulations? I hope you fell in love with her the way I fell in love with you… and then I hope she breaks your heart the same way you broke mine.”

Numb. I felt numb as I walked away. I didn’t spare a glance. Not even when i heard him choke out my name through silent sobs. I walked around for what felt like hours, which it was, until i saw the Weathervane, rain soaking every inch of my body. The water in my shoes squished as I sat in a booth, sinking down and hugging myself as it was chilly.

“Can I sit?”

I nodded. Tyler sat across from me.

“May I ask what happened?”

“He got what he wanted. To know what was going on in my head. I hurt him, but the thing is… it made me feel better,” I said feeling quite guilty.

“You’re soaked,” Tyler pointed out.

“Its just water. I’ll be fine, i just need to make my way back to Nevermore,” I said shivering.

“My shift just ended, do you want a coffee and maybe… we could go to my house. It’s closer than Nevermore and I feel like you shouldn’t be alone right now,” he said awkwardly.

“That sounds really nice Tyler,” I smiled softly.

He went over and made a warm latte for me and came over handing me a hoodie. I peeled off those I previously had on and slipped his over me. I smiled discreetly because it smelled so good. After Tyler grabbed his things he walked me out to his car and opened the door for me. I thanked him and got in. He turned the car on and the heater, just to make sure I’m warm.

“How was your day?” I asked making small talk, not wanting to talk about myself anymore.

“It was great, I spent a few hours with a pretty sweet person, I had a relatively slow work day, and now i get to spend even more time with that person from this morning,” He smiled while driving.

“I guess they’re lucky then, to have a person talk about them as such,” I chuckled.

“I think I’m the lucky one,” He said looking over at me hugging myself in the passenger seat, “Are you still cold? I can turn up the heat, although my house is right around the corner.”

“Oh I’m fine, I just do this for comfort,” I explained looking out the window.

We pulled up to his house and he got out and ran around opening my door for me.

“You’re a sweetheart,” I smiled.

He looked down at the ground blushing, closed the door and ran up onto the porch to unlock the door. He let me in first.

“Would your dad care?” I asked nervous.

“No, he’s not here ever anyway. Its just me,” He explained and continued, “My room is upstairs. The bathroom is to the left, I’ll grab you some clothes.”

I nodded and followed him upstairs and went to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my hair in total disarray from the rain and the wind. Xavier was the furthest thing from my mind. All I could think about was Tyler. He was so sweet and thoughtful, I wouldn’t mind spending even more time with him.

A knock came from the door and i opened it up, “Here’s some sweatpants and a t-shirt.”

I smiled, “Thanks, do you mind if I take a shower?”

He shook his head, “Ill be waiting in my room.”

I shut the door and began taking my clothes off and getting all the rain water off of me. I dried off with a towel that was folded neatly and then started with the clothes. I slipped on the t shirt. It was a little big on me, but yet again i was captivated by the smell. The sweats were extremely comfortable. I walked out and into Tylers bedroom.

“Knock, knock,” I said entering.

He was sitting on his computer and turned to look at me, “Cute.”

“Your clothes are very comfortable,” I said going to see what he was doing on his laptop.

“I was trying to order some Chinese food, but I don’t know what you like and I didn’t want to bother you,” He said.

“Oh I like f/c/f,” I said, “But you don’t have to do that.” (Favorite Chinese food)

He looked up at me, “I want to.”

I went and sat on his bed, feeling slightly guilty about him spending money and doing all these things for me. Once he was done he spun around in his chair.

“Want to talk? Or we can watch a movie? Or we can play games?” He listed off.

I laid down on his bed, “I feel like talking would be nice for now, or if you have a movie you want to watch.”

He grabbed his laptop and scrolled through some movies, “If you see one you like let me know.”

I couldn’t concentrate on the computer though, i just kept staring at his face. He said something but I didn’t hear him. I panicked when he turned to look at me.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” He asked concerned.

I nodded, not looking away from his face, shame wasn’t in my brain at the moment. He swallowed thickly and stared back. I looked down at his lips and back up to his eyes. He did the same with me. I let a shaky breath go. He made the first move and leaned in, brushing our ones together.

“If this isn’t what you want, stop me,” He whispered, breath hitting my lips.

“I want you,” I whispered grabbing the back of his neck and pushing my lips on his.

He softly put his hand on my throat, pulling me closer by the waist. I pushed the laptop away and straddled his waist. He groaned when my fingers went into his hair and tugged softly. He grabbed my ass making me gasp.

I pulled away looking deep into his eyes, “Tyler, I just want you to know you’re not a rebound.”

He leaned back onto his pillows, hands still on my hips, “Even if i was, I wouldn’t mind.”

I chuckled and bent down to kiss him again. I felt something press against me and i knew what he wanted. The doorbell rang. He groaned in frustration.

“I don’t think I’m going to be able to-“

“I’ll go get it,” I laughed and went to get the food and came back upstairs.

He had his laptop back on the bed and a movie already picked out. I handed him the food and we ate while watching it. I admired Tyler and set my food down, basically done with it.

“Do you not like it?” Tyler asked.

“No, I do, i just wanted to ask you something,” he perked up, “Why’re you doing all of his? Not that im not grateful, but im just curious.”

He sighed and put his food down, “I’ve liked you for years, Y/n. Ever since we met at Outreach Day our freshman year. You were helping out in the Weathervane and I was smitten by you. I saw how you and Xavier were together and i got jealous, so I had our friends ambush him. I regret it all, but as a 14 year old, feelings definitely cloud your judgement.”

I was in shock by all of this.

“When i saw you and Xavier together it broke me, but i saw how happy he made you and i thought if you’re happy then I’m happy,” He explained sadly.

I scooted closer to him and held his face in my hands, “I’m sorry I didn’t see it before.”

“I don’t mind if you’re just using me, as long as i get you for even a short amount of time. Any time is better than none,” He spoke nervously.

“Good thing i want you too, so maybe we could use each other, forever, exclusively?” I suggested with a soft smirk.

“I couldn’t think of anything more perfect, besides you,” he said grabbing my face and kissing me.

He brought his hand down to the sweats I was wearing, making me release a gasp, “You didn’t think you were getting away with earlier, did you?”

His voice dark and husky, eyes darkened more as I said, “I hope not.”

[sarifinasnightmare]

The Whoopsie

Rating: For Everyone

Pairing: Sarah/Bucky

Summary: Bucky is recovering from a whoopsie. The Wilsons behave accordingly.

Prompt: Found Family

Author's Note: It's a day late, but I hope that's okay. 😁

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“Sam, what did I tell you??”

“Sarah, this wasn’t my fault!”

“Like hell this isn’t your fault! You’re the one who took him from our family dinner table to investigate that factory just because your Falcon senses were tingling!”

“Falcon senses?” *snort* “Ow, that actually hurt.”

“Don’t move too much James. My poor guy.”

“James?? When did he become James??”

“Uh…recently?”

“Recently??”

“Yes, recently! You might as well know; Sam. James and I are official.”

“Aha! I knew you moving down and having dinner at the house wasn’t just you being protective! What did I tell you about dating my sister??”

“I-”

“I am grown, Sam! He is also grown! If we want to date each other then there’s nothing you can do to stop us!”

“I got a Vibranium shield and a Wakandan suit that has allowed me to do a shitload of things and that could include cutting a geriatric super soldier into tiny pieces when he least expects it!”

“I’m kind of already hurting soo…..”

“Samuel Thomas Wilson don’t you dare raise my man’s blood pressure! I want him alive!”

“Listen Sarah Eunice Wilson, he was my friend first, so I get to decide whether he lives long enough to be dating my little sister!!”

“Are you guys fighting over me?”

“Shut up, man, don’t make it weird.”

“I’m not some Southern belle that needs to be protected from gentleman callers! I am a woman and I have needs!”

“Gah! I don’t want to know about that!”

“Then stay out my business and let me take care of my man! And stop hauling him out on your crazy adventures. That’s what Joaquin is for!”

“Joaquin is still green, and I know Bucky could handle himself. It’s not my fault he caught the grenade and threw it too late.”

“Baby, a grenade?? Are you trying to break my heart?”

“No, babe, I swear I tried to move fast…”

“James if anything had happened-”

“Shhh, it won’t. I’ll be good, I’ll be so good for you.”

“….”

“…”

“Are you two really going to make me sit here and watch you kiss each other??”

“There’s the door. No one’s stopping you.”

“I ain’t leaving my partner while he’s recovering. I stayed for Steve, and I’ll stay for Bucky.”

“Thanks, man.”

“You’re welcome. I’m still kicking your ass though.”

“No, you’re not. Once James is allowed to leave, he’s coming home where I’m going to make sure he gets all the TLC he needs.”

“Aw babe, you don’t have to.”

“Hush and be spoiled, James.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Hey, how come I never got any TLC when I get hurt?”

“When was the last time you got hurt?”

“Uh…”

“Exactly!”

“I got some cuts and bruises here!”

“Nothing some painkillers and Merthiolate can’t fix.”

“Nope! Get that shit away from my cuts!”

“Chicken.”

“Like to see you handle it!”

“Look at these hands. Does it look like I can’t handle a nick or two?”

“Yeah, yeah. Not like I don’t have my own. You gave me a few when we were kids.”

“That’s what you get for picking on me.”

*snort* “Ow…you need to stop making me laugh.”

“You hungry, baby?”

“I don’t think I can handle anything heavy right now.”

“Sam go ask if they have any soup.”

“Fine, you want anything?”

“No, just want my man home.”

“Home with you sounds good right now.”

“Ya’ll behave. I’ll be right back.”

“He’s protective of you.”

“He’s protective of you too.”

“We’re both soldiers. We don’t leave our own behind.”

“It’s more than that, James. You’re important to us Wilsons and we protect our kin.”

“I’m family?”

“Damn right.”

“I like that. I like that a whole lot.”

“Good, now rest and let that super soldier shit do its thing so we can get you home faster.”

“You got it….Eunice.”

“Boy don’t start with me.”

*snort* “Ow, your middle name is Eunice.”

“I didn’t ask to be named after a great aunt. Now shut up before I get on your name Buchanan.”

The End

[makur0]

HELLOOO!!! May I request a Dom Jun smut?? With praise and overstimulation please??

“Let me have my way with you.”

synopsis — whatever he asks, you shall give. you brought this upon yourself, after all. [jun sazanami x AFAB! reader]

content warnings — nsfw, mdni. dom! jun, couch sex, messy sex, penetration, overstimulation, praise, nipple play, lingerie, you and jun can’t take anything seriously

author’s note — sobbing that he’s not home yet… please come home jun 🥹 the food is getting cold [also random but my headcanon of jun being a cereal addict? random, right? i think it’s true.]

word count — 1197

“MY WHOLE LIFE IS A FUCKING LIE.”

Jun had suddenly burst into the apartment, that phrase being the first thing to leave his lips. You, who was seated on the couch, craned your neck to stare at the male. “Huh?”

Amber eyes stared at you, void of humor. “Did you know that Froot Loops are all the same flavor?”

“...WHAT-?!” You burst into laughter, doubling over as Jun looked at you forlornly. “You-” You wheezed. “You never knew that??”

“It’s my childhood cereal!” He yelled, causing you to laugh even harder at his seriousness. “I’ve always liked the red ones, and not the purples ones. We’re they really the same flavor all this time??”

“How did you find this out?” You choked out, still recovering from laughing so much. “Aw, baby.”

“Ibara had to fuckin’ cut in on me and Ohii-san’s conversation, and literally looked it up on the internet. I swear he had this sort of smug smile on his face-” He let out a harsh sigh, kicking his shoes off and tossing them in the corner. “First that, and I had a small job that went absolutely terrible.”

Shaking your head and chuckling, you threw your arms open as Jun fell into them, digging his face into your stomach and groaning. “Was it really that bad today?”

“Mhm,” He hummed against your shirt, moving himself so he could speak properly. “The producer had me do a small ad for some company, so I just took it without another thought. But the person who’s running it is a dipshit and changes his idea almost every ten minutes. God-” he then cut himself off, and you gave him a confused glance. “...

“The fuck is this?” his hand was brought up near your collar, drifting towards your- oh.

I forgot I had this on.

He had noticed the lingerie that you had on under your shirt and shorts, well, the strap of the top. The color matched his hair: a dark, indigo blue with intricate lacing that currently wasn’t open to his gaze.

Jun shot you a questioning look, his ears turning pink. “Is this what you do when you’re bored?”

“I-” You stuttered, cursing mentally that you didn’t change earlier. “It was a gift- from a friend. Yeah.”

After a second, you then shrugged helplessly. “Alright, I was trying it on for sometime we... you know. Something new, I guess.”

Jun contemplated this. If you were thinking about that in your free time, he probably wasn’t giving you enough attention... damn.

But another thing, you said whenever they did it. So you wouldn’t mind now, would you?

“You really have been working hard,” You grinned, tapping his nose. “My baby boy needs a little present after all his idol-ish stuff, doesn’t he?”

Jun scowled at him, his face flushing. “You’re not wrong... but can I have it now?”

“Eh?”

He smirked. His turn to make you flustered. “You heard me. May I please have my little gift now? Unless my baby girl can’t give it to me. How disappointing-”

“No!” You blurted, straightening your torso to rip off your shirt, causing the male to cough loudly at the sight. “I will give if you want!”

“...You’re so fucking brash, god-” He shook his head, pushing you to lay back down and proceeded to climb on top of you. “Whatever. It’s a nice set, though.”

“It is right?” You huffed proudly. “I know I- I mean my friend picked it out perfectly!”

“Right,” He muttered, not listening at all as he traced his fingers on your bra. “...”

“So I was thinking, like, riding or sum-” You were silenced by the single finger pressed to your mouth, round eyes looking up at Jun.

“Shush. And let me have my way with you,” He grumbled. “It’s my gift, after all.”

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“You’re doing great, good... one more? Please?”

He had drained all of your cockiness right out of you as soon as he started to get serious. Jun didn’t bother to take off your panties, instead pushing them aside in order to drill his cock continuously into you, your cum splattering everything in range whenever he slammed his pelvis against his ass.

You could only force out a garbled moan, too far gone to give him a real answer. Your grip on the pillow was so tight you were sure it was going to tear sooner or later, and your mouth was drooling so much it was starting to stain the couch. Hickeys and bruises littered your neck, shoulders, and lower back, and a prominent hand print was on your asscheek. For such a loving guy, he sure was rough...

Another choked noise left you as you felt yourself collapse into another countless orgasm, your back arching as he didn’t seem to slow down at all. Instead he cooed out a praise, ruffling your hair as if you were his dog. Compared to all of your orgasms, Jun only came once or twice, which would have infuriated you if you weren’t in a brain-dead state.

This was the first time he really went all out on you, and to say the least you were loving it.

“Such a good girl...” He chuckled. “This is a great gift, babe. Although I’m not done with you yet~”

He flipped you over onto your back, tossing your pillow away as he clashed his teeth against yours for a kiss, spit spreading all over. Instantly your hands reached for his hair and tugged, pouring your broken moans into his mouth. He seemed to slow down just a tad bit, but you weren’t recovering anytime soon until this man came to a full stop.

But you really didn’t want him to. When is the next time you’re going to feel like this? And plus, could you reach your breaking limit? How would that go?

Breaking the makeout session with a much-needed breath, he cleaned his face and reached to your breasts, pushing them out of the bra and starting to play with them. Although this was the first time he gave attention to them, you threw your head back at the sensitivity of your nipples, trying to arch away from his curious hands. “J-un! S’too much...-!”

“It’s not,” He immediately shot back, quickening his fingers. “You’re still sucking me in like a vise... fuck,” He cursed under his breath. “It’s telling me you can keep going, right?”

“I—” You swallowed. “Y’s... yes, please.”

Jun let out a pleased hum, retracting himself from your chest and gripping your waist as he fucked you harshly once again, groaning at your tightness. He really couldn’t get enough of you- even if he was was milked dry, the energy gone, he couldn’t bring himself to pull away from such a treat. He couldn’t pull himself away from you.

He should probably get some sleep. Heck, he should keep some of his energy to deal with Hiyori later.

But with you, Jun could forget about the world and indulge himself in you. With you and your god-given pussy he could run away from his stress and dive into the pool of pleasure.

And sometimes, he didn’t feel so guilty about it.

[aquietwritingcorner]

Too Weak to move

Title: Too Weak to Move Day: Febuwhump Day 18 Prompt: Too Weak to Move  Fandom:  TMNT 2003 Word Count: 1388  Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating:  T Characters: Donatello, Leonardo, Raphael Warning: NA Summary: Stuck in the prehistoric age, with a comet coming at them, with no way to get home, is a big problem. It’s only compounded with the fact that Donatello is still sick and isn’t getting any better. In fact, he may be getting worse. Notes: I feel like this could be a scene in the middle of a bigger fic. Hm…    ff.net || AO3

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Too Weak to Move

Leo looked up from the fire when he heard Raph come out of the hut. He’d been hoping for a good update about Don, but from the look on Raph’s face, the best he could hope for was status quo. He waited, and after a moment, Raph made his way over to him. Leo didn’t say anything, just kept trying to stoke the fire. Finally, after a moment, he spoke.

“How is he?” Leo asked.

Raph was quiet for a moment, then let out a weary sigh through his nose. “Weak,” he said. “Coherent, mostly, but weak.”

Leo frowned. “How weak?” he asked.

Raph tensed in a way that Leo hadn’t seen before. It was almost fragile in a way. “Too weak to move,” he said, “And I’m not exaggerating.” Raph blew a breath out of his mouth. “He can’t sit up. He can’t roll over. Shell, he can’t even reach for things!” Raph threw his hands in the air and rocketed to his feet, starting to pace. “I gave him some the medicine Renet made, mixed it up with water just like she said, and he couldn’t even drink it on his own! I had to hold him up, keep him steady so I could pour it in his mouth, and he could drink it!”

Raph stalked way a few steps, his hands clenched in fists by his side. “He ain’t getting better,” he said, his voice oddly level, even as Leo could see the beginnings of panic in his breathing. “He ain’t getting better and we can’t help him. He’s gonna—” Raph’s breath hitched. “He’s—”

Leo felt a splash of cold terror at what Raph was saying, but he pushed it down and instead stood up and went to Raph, laying a hand on his shoulder. Raph looked back at him, and Leo could tell that he desperately wanted Leo to tell him that he was wrong. Leo wished that he could, just as desperately.

“We don’t know,” he said. “We don’t know what’s going to happen. I don’t know what’s going to happen. Maybe when Mikey and Renet get back from looking for that plant, it’ll help. But I do know that we’re going to keep fighting—just like Don is.”

Raph’s breathing hitched. “And if they don’t come back with it?” he asked. “If it don’t help, if Don just keeps getting worse? If—”

Leo’s lips pressed together in a firm line. “Then we’ll do what we have to, and we’ll be there for each other. And the next time we see Lord Simultaneous, we’ll make him fix things.”

For a moment, Raph didn’t say anything, but then he gave a jerky nod to Leo’s words.

Leo squeezed Raph’s shoulder. “Why don’t you take a break. Maybe work on the fire. I’ll take a turn with Don.”

Raph nodded, some of the tension falling from his shoulders. “Yeah… yeah. Thanks Leo.”

Leo just gave Raph’s shoulder another squeeze, and then turned to head into the hut. The hut itself wasn’t much. It was one room with enough space for them all to have a sleeping area, and room for a fire in the middle. The construction was spaced enough that the breeze could come in, but close enough to keep out smaller animals. There were flaps of hide that could be used to cover the walls if they needed to keep rain out, as well as to cover the windows that they had cut, and the hole in the ceiling that let out the smoke from the fire.

At the moment, the hides were down only on the sides that the sun was shining through, blocking the light so that Don could rest more easily. The rest were up, allowing a breeze to come though. There was no fire, so that wasn’t a concern at the moment, and with the shade, the small hut was relatively comfortable.

Don was lying in his spot, a thin blanket woven from a fairly soft and pliable plant they’d found over him, his head resting on the actual pillow they’d made from the few supplies they had ended up coming here with. A hollowed-out shell from a coconut-like plant was beside his pallet, no doubt holding the medicine for him. A container of water and a seashell to drink it out of sat nearby.

Don himself didn’t look good. He was pale, and his breathing was a lot louder than Leo was comfortable with. He shivered every so often, laying limply where he was. He looked miserable, and Leo frowned, unsettled.

He approached Don on quiet feet and settled in beside him. After a few minutes, Don’s eyes opened.

“Don?” Leo asked.

“Leo?” Don said, and Leo had catch himself at how weak Don’s voice sounded.

Instead, Leo leaned over Don, rubbing a hand on his brother’s head. “Yeah. I gave Raph a break. How are you feeling?”

“Awful,” Don said. “I ache and everything hurts.”

Leo frowned. “Anything I can do to help?” he asked.

Leo could see Don try to shake his head, but it only moved the smallest amount. “No,” Don said instead. “Except—can you help me drink some water? I can’t do it myself.”

Oh, that struck Leo hard, but he kept it under wraps and nodded. “Of course,” he said.

He poured some of the water in the shell, and then sat it down, easing himself behind Don to help him sit up. Raph was right. Don was too weak to help. Leo could tell that his brother was trying to try to help, but he couldn’t even do that much. He was limp against Leo, and that was terrifying.

Still, that didn’t stop Leo from helping his brother, and soon he had Don sitting up and was lifting the shell to his lips.

“Here you go, little brother. Drink up. Let me know when you’ve had enough.”

Don let out a hum of acknowledgement, but focused, instead, on drinking the water. He drank three or four shell-fulls before he said he had enough, and Leo put the shell down and eased Don back into his pallet.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked.

“I’d rather be laying on my side,” Don confessed.

Leo nodded. “Let me help you with that.”

He helped Don get arranged, but he couldn’t help his growing concern. Don shouldn’t be this weak. Not from a cold or whatever it was. He hadn’t been this weak before. So, what had changed? Was it being in this time? Had he gotten bitten or eaten something that affected him? Had his illness just gotten this bad because they relied on him this much?

“Don’t.”

Leo blinked and looked down at Don. “What?”

“Don’t blame yourself.” He was looking Leo directly in the eyes. “I can see it. Don’t blame yourself. If I’m this bad off, then I probably would have been sick anyway. If you had tried to make me sit out, I’d have just gotten sneakier about helping. And if we were back home, I’d probably be better because of modern medicine, but still sick. You can��t control any of that.”

Leo froze for a moment and then he relaxed a little, reaching out and putting a hand on the rim of Don’s shell, rubbing it.

“Can’t help it,” he said, smiling a little. “It’s oldest brother law. I have to worry about my younger brothers and blame myself when they’re hurt,” he teased.

Don sighed, but he gave him a bit of a smile back and closed his eyes. Leo kept up the rubs, knowing that Don had always enjoyed having his shell rubbed. Don’s breathing eased up a bit and evened out, but even with his brother sleeping, Leo didn’t move from his side.

Hopefully Renet and Mikey would get back soon. And hopefully whatever it was that Renet was after, it would help Don. Surprisingly, she hadn’t been wrong yet about the plants that were around and their uses. But if they didn’t, or if Don did die here, well, Leo hadn’t said what he said to Raph just to reassure him. No, if Don died here, Leo would go find Lord Simultaneous, no matter how long it took or how hard it was and make him give them back Don.

Leo swore it.

[foxoftamriel]

Five Nights At Freddy’s, Authorial Intent, The Box, and why CC doesn’t really matter.

Authorial intent is the act of, rather than looking at the story itself, you focus on the author. Why did they write this, why did they act this way. That’s what I want to focus on, Scott Cawthon after the release of FNAF 4, and what that means for the story. Scott was, for lack of a better word, frustrated after FNAF 4. Think about the box, how he never gave us a concrete answer to what it was because no one got the complete story of the game. He gave MatPat the hint “why is little toy Chica missing her beak?” Well, I have an answer to both of those, CC doesn’t matter! He’s not Golden Freddy, Cassidy is! And he’s definitely not the Puppet, that title is Charlie’s. So in the grant scheme of things, who is he? Well, he’s the brother that Michael accidentally murdered. That’s why Scott was so frustrated. He didn’t mean to tell us about CC, but rather about Michael. It was Michael’s backstory. This was Scott trying to tell us “this is the boy you play as in the rest of the series, and this is why he spends over five nights at Freddy’s”. But, due to the lack of information at the time, no one understood. So he introduced William Afton as the Purple Guy in the books, then again in the games, and made his daughter the antag, as well as making another antag a representation of his wife. This game was supposed to make you connect the Afton’s to the protag of the series, make you realize that the protag is an Afton. But no one got it. So Scott threw his hands up and said “fine! I’ll just tell you!” And gave us the cutscenes after the SL custom nights, which gave us more information about Michael than anything. Michael turning purple isn’t actually him turning into a rotten corpse (how could he get a job as a corpse? Even if Fazbear Entertainment is garbage, he’s a corpse! That’s wayyyyy past the line) but rather to connect him to William, to the Afton’s. He even shares the same VA as William! Scott basically threw in our faces that Michael was an Afton, and the kids in FNAF 4 were Aftons as well (think about the empty girl’s room, which SL gives us an answer to), therefore Michael = Foxybro = MC. Then he finally closes it off with FNAF 6 (ah satiating FNAF 6 ending, I miss you), giving us Henry’s line about his “brave volunteer” wanting to die in the fire. And I think that’s what finally put the FNAF fandom in agreement about Michael (at least, the FNAF fandom can’t agree on much, so Scott still needed more confirmation in Fazbear’s Frights since MatPat thought Michael was CC as a robot). I mentioned earlier the line “why is little toy Chica missing her beak?” She’s missing her beak because the cutscenes aren’t even from CC’s POV, they’re from Michael’s, how he remembers his little brother, and how he remembers himself. CC is, frankly, a little bit too much of a crybaby to be realistic. And yes, this is a game, so I might be looking to far into it, but CC never stops crying, even when the Fredbear plush tries to comfort him. And about the Fredbear plush, I don’t think it’s William talking to him or a spirit, I think Michael saw CC with the plushie all the time, and interpreted it as an object of comfort for him, that’s why it’s literally everywhere, Michael remembers CC bringing it with him everywhere. And how does Michael look back at himself? With nothing but hatred. He sees himself as the older brother who lives for nothing but torment (we don’t get any scenes of Michael being nice until CC is dying). And he’s afraid of his younger self (think about how many YouTubers jumped at the Foxybro jumpscares). And the gameplay? That’s William punishing Michael, and that’s why we see it in SL. So why is little toy Chica missing her beak? Because Michael Afton has already been Fritz Smith, and the image of Toy Chica without her beak is burned into his mind. I believe almost to complete certainty that the first concept of the box was something connecting FoxyBro to the FNAF protags.

That was very ranty, and there was some other things I wanted to add. But for the sake of all our time, I’ll end it here. Thanks to anyone who read all the way through.

[inciting-chaos-series]

Request

Could you do a fluffy cute mutual pining one-shot of Corpse in a College AU? Maybe with some love triangle drama 👀?

Didn't do the love triangle v well, couldn't figure out how to make it short but also fluff w that but I tried oof. Also, I tried to make it as non-descript of a reader as possible but I might've missed things agh

ps yes he's named Jack again its a good name for him lol

-Ghostiewvlf (& J The Ghost)

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➢ Author: Ghostiewvlf & J The Ghost ➢ Pairings: Corpse X reader, Corpse X y/n ➢ WC: ~4k ➢ Themes: Fluff | One-shot | Mutual Pining | Love Triangle? | College AU, Y/N ➢ Warnings: drinking, smoking ➢ Summary: You and Corpse are in a class together in college. Mutual Pining ensues.

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Request: The Final Project

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“Before I let you go, remember your final projects will be due at the end of next week! That means both your videos, and critique papers!” The professor announced as he started to gather up his things. A collective groan could be heard throughout the room of students as they put away their notebooks and headed out. 

You sighed and threw your bag over your shoulder, now regretting all the times you had put off this project to hangout with friends or study for other courses. College had certainly let out a different side of you than expected. Sure your grades were- alright- but in highschool you used to do so much better. Now you could barely manage to show up to class, let alone do well. 

“Not feeling great about the final I see…” your classmate, Jack’s low voice murmured beside you, “...can’t say I’m too confident either-”

“What do you mean? You’ve done great in this class all semester…” You tried to sound encouraging, though your own insecurities bled through as you stood and waited as he moved to follow you out. 

You’d sparked a friendship with Jack early in the semester, and not just because he was amazing with video editing and knew the in’s and out’s of each software, though you loved to convince yourself that was the only reason. If you were honest with yourself- it was more than platonic to you. He was far too funny, and kind- always helping you out and making you laugh on the rougher days. He definitely was your type too, dark curly hair, piercings, all black aesthetic- but his deep, velvety voice was what really had your mind swirling in that pining, pink fog. You were down bad. 

“I’m alright with the editing- but this critique essay is gonna kill me… I flunked my English courses and still haven't retaken them.” He chuckled humorlessly.

“Well, I can help you with the paper if you want?” You offered as you both made your way out of the room.

“Seriously? Yeah, I’d love some help.” He gave you a surprised glance. 

“Yeah, I can help with your paper…” 

“...and I’ll help you edit?” He chuckled knowingly. You smiled sheepishly and nodded. 

“Do you wanna head to the library then? Or do you have a class after this?”

“Actually… I was thinking of heading to the bar to grab some food…” he checked his phone anxiously before looking back at you, “would you want to come with? Been a minute since you joined me…” He chuckled wryly, turning to face you, walking backwards in the direction of the bar.

“Yeah cause you drink me under the table every time!” You joked, trying to push away the memories of how flirty things had gotten between the two of you previous times. 

“Excuses, excuses…” He clicked his tongue. “So that's a no?” You sighed and rolled your eyes- ultimately giving in and going with him. 

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“So how’s all your other classes going?” He chuckled after undoing several mistakes you’d made in the editing software. 

“Mm, not as bad- but not great.” You lamented into your beer. You were both a few deep now as the bar started to fill up with noisy people getting off work and going out to drink. 

“Felt that-” He chuckled. “Well, are you cool with picking up on this later? It’s getting pretty loud in here.”

“Yeah, we got most of it done anyway… here- I made some changes on your essay but honestly it’s pretty good as is.” You slid his computers back across the table to him.

“You’re just saying that…” He chuckles, a soft smile shrouded in embarrassment curling up on his lips. 

“You two alright?” The bartender asked as he walked up to the hightop you were at. 

“Um, can we get two shots of Old Forester?” Jack asked before you could shrug off the request. 

“Jack…” You lightly reprimanded before he teasingly covered your mouth, as if just him touching you wasn't enough to shut you up right then and there. The bartender nodded and retreated back to the bar to make the shots. Jack removed his hand from your face while shooting you a cocky smirk. “Well there goes studying tonight…” You rolled your eyes and scoffed. 

“Cmon, loosen up- it’s finals week.” He laughed. 

“Exactly, I should be studying…” 

“Y/n, you’ve been working your ass off… you’re always pulling out your work for other classes and doing it. Plus you were sick for a bit a few weeks ago, and I’m betting you didn’t rest considering you still have that cough. Give yourself a break…” He eyed you, raising a brow. 

“You notice all that?” You scoffed in slight disbelief, taking a sip of your beer to hide your face a bit while he called you out. 

“Course I do… I don’t talk to anyone else in this class…” He chuckled awkwardly as he finished his drink just in time for the shots being set on their table. You tried not to read into the admittance too much, despite his sheepishness. “Plus who else is gonna come to the bar and drink away their misery with me?” He laughed again. 

“There it is…” you laughed, “...you just need an alibi for not ‘drinking alone’.” 

“Don’t we all?” He cooed jokingly, picking up his shot and nudging yours closer to you with his knuckles. 

“Cheers to that I suppose…” You clinked your glass to his and downed the fiery whiskey, grimacing as it burned its way down your throat. He seemed unphased as he downed it, setting it down and chuckling at your scrunched face. 

“Ugh, god that’s hell…” You shivered as the liquor settled in. 

“Wanna go out for a smoke?” You nodded, his voice seeming to soothe you through the burn as you followed him outside to the alley behind the bar not too far away. 

He leaned against the old brick wall of the building and pulled out a pack pulling one out before offering one to you. You accepted and leaned against the wall beside him, shivering slightly in the winter breeze. Fall semester was always your favorite but once the snow came (and finals) it quickly became your least favorite. He pulled out his zippo, lighting it and holding it in front of your cigarette. You leaned forward and lit it, nodding a quick ‘thank you’ before taking a drag. Your head swirled more now from the nicotine as you watched his hands while he lit his own. 

“So what's your end goal with school?” He slurred slightly as smoke trailed from his nose and lips. 

“What do you mean?”

“Like, once you get your degree, what's the plan or whatever?”

“Um, I don’t know- I was kind of thinking I would try and get into gaming. Like drawing up the concepts and animating and stuff…” You flicked your cigarette and crossed your arms, staring at the embers of ash on the ground. 

“Thats- actually super fucking cool…” His voice faltered as he spoke a bit too loud, as if drunkenly surprised by your answer. You saw him turn more toward you in your peripherals. “Most people just wanna do freelance stuff or get super famous with art degrees.” 

“I don’t know- that's probably the easier route- my coding classes are gonna be the end of me…” You chuckled softly.

“It’ll be worth it though. I mean- that industry is only getting bigger, and I’ve seen your sketches… you’re definitely cut out for it.” He took another drag. 

“Thanks…” You smiled softly up at him- not really believing his words with the way your grades were plummeting. “What about you?” 

“Ah, I don’t know… to be honest, I hate school… It's taken me a long time to get caught back up. I don’t really need it right now, but if uh- if my job ever falls through it would be nice to have something to fall back on.” He stuttered nervously. 

“I get that… I hate school too.” You shivered again. “You’re majoring in music right? Do you wanna get into that?” 

“Um, I am already trying to get into it… I um- I’m trying to get into a lot of different fields I guess, but I’ve always made music.” He explained softly while pulling off his jacket and handing it to you. 

“Oh… thank you…” You felt your cheeks heat as you accepted it, pulling it on and doing anything you could to distract yourself from the musky, cinnamon cologne wafting off it. 

“Course…” He smiled, lingering close to you still. “I don’t know though- I don’t even know if I’ll stick with this major… I just like learning the instruments.” He chuckled. 

“You still haven't shown me any of your music…” You teased lightly, remembering all the times you’d asked to hear it only to get a sheepish ‘maybe’ from him in response.

“I know, I know…-” His face flushing while his phone buzzed loudly from his pocket, interrupting him. He pulled it out and checked it, furrowing his brows and sighing as he seemed to decline the call and send a text. “Fuck… I think I have to get going-” He trailed off as he put his phone away and quickly finished off the cigarette, tossing it into the trash after putting it out. “I’m sorry y/n… I hate to run off like this…”

“No, no that’s okay- I should get to studying anyway…” You assured with a smile.

“You okay to get home? I can walk you back if you need…” He asked with an anxious expression. 

“No, I’m alright… It’s just across the street.” You laughed lightly as you mentally forced yourself to shrug off the jacket he’d lent. 

“Keep the jacket, it's cold out.” He chuckled. 

“You sure?” 

“Course… you can give it back next class.” He shrugged as he started to open the back door into the bar. 

“Oh- okay… well have a good night…” You managed to squeak out. 

“You too, get home safe!” He smiled and headed back in. 

When you got back into the bar to pay your tab you were surprised to find out he’d already taken care of it. You sent him a quick ‘thank you’ text for getting the tab before sighing, gathering your things and heading back to your apartment, his stupid cinnamon cologne warming your mind as you walked. 

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The next week you headed into class, grateful that your first few finals hadn’t fried your brain enough to forget his jacket. You sat at your usual spot, but as the class started, Jack still hadn’t shown. 

Gonna be late? You quickly texted him before the lesson started.

Jack: No, sorry I had something come up. I won’t be there today. 

“Shit…” You muttered quietly before responding, now anxious about how either of you would finish your projects. Everything okay?

Jack: Eh… will be soon ig… lol 

I’m sorry 😥 Anything I can do?

Jack: Write this stupid fuckin’ essay for me lmao… Nah jk, just have to get some things done today. You caught yourself as you smiled down at your phone and immediately wiped it from your face with a groan. 

Honestly… I’d finish your essay if you finished my video lol

Jack: Deadass? I’m down… that would save me rn

Deal?

Jack: Deal. : ) 

You laughed and put your phone down, refocusing on the lesson for the day. 

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When the class finished up you sent over the notes to his email before texting him again as you made your way back home.

Sent you over the notes from today- not that you need em lol but send me your critique and I can send you my video when I’m home. 

Jack: ty ty I owe you one ; )

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Your gut churned as you made your way to class. The final project was due today. You had quickly and easily finished Jack’s critique essay yesterday while the two of you texted off and on. He seemed to be better, but was whatever came up still affecting him? Had he had the time to finish your video? Had he been too busy and you should’ve just done it yourself? Had you asked too much? 

Your worries were quickly put to rest as you saw him at the table the two of you usually sat at. He flashed you a big smile and nodded, turning his laptop toward you as you sat down. 

“Look alright?” He beamed at you arrogantly, knowing he’d improved your video submission. 

“Oh my god! Yes, thank you so much ugh!” You hugged him as relief flooded through you. 

“I- uh, yeah…” he laughed, surprised by your sudden hug as he eventually hugged back. “It really wasn't a big deal- you helped me out way more with the essay…” You pulled back sheepishly.

“Sorry, I was just really stressed. And I didn’t do much- just edited grammar and spiced up some things but, like I said, it was really good without my help anyways…” You shrugged off. 

“Alright everyone, I know I’ve been hard on you all this semester- but since it’s the last day of finals I’ll be kind.” The professor spoke up, quieting everyone down. “So, that being said, once you turn in your assignments to the portal- or hand me your flash drives- that will be it for today and you’re welcome to head out, use the extra time to study for your last exams or be done with them early…” The class celebrated the generosity as many students gathered up their things after submitting or lined up to hand in the projects. 

“Wow, I guess we're done then…” You lamented somberly after submitting your project, realizing this was your last day in this class together. 

“Thank god…” He laughed, submitting his final and putting his laptop away. “How’d your other finals go?” Something about his demeanor seemed different- though you supposed it could be that he was just done with finals week.

“I think alright, I don’t wanna get my hopes up though- coding is the biggest what if right now I think. You?” You tossed your bag on your shoulder, silently hoping he would want to hangout still. You didn’t want this to just be a friendship that died off after the class ended.

“Yeah, I bet you did great though. I think I just did okay on all mine- well except for this class of course… you probably helped me snag an A on this final.” He chuckled as you both made your way out of the building. 

“Whatever, like you didn’t do the same for me…” You laughed as you followed him out. “Hey so, if you don’t wanna talk about it that’s fine, but everything okay? I know you said something came up the other day…” You softly questioned, unsure of if he wanted to share. You weren't quite ready to ask him to hangout just yet- still needed a few more minutes for the courage to build up. He sighed and pulled out his pack of cigarettes and lighter.

“Oh… um yeah- everything’s fine. I um- I had to leave cause my girlfriend and I had gotten into an argument that day and she was upset I wasn’t home yet…  I’m sorry about that…” He admitted softly.

“A- oh… your girlfriend. I didn’t know you were in a relationship…” You felt your gut tighten. Of course he is- why wouldn't he be when he’s… him. It was stupid to get your hopes up, same with your grades, if you wanted a different outcome you should’ve done something about it much earlier in the semester. You should’ve asked… especially before flirting with him- consciously or not.

“Yeah, um- ex-girlfriend actually… I ended things.” He paused, lighting the cigarette between his lips and handing it to you. You hesitantly accepted, trying to assess what he was saying. “She was upset cause she could tell I really um- I wasn’t in it anymore, I kind of lost feelings. Shitty but- couldn’t really do anything about it.” He moved to sit on a bench nearby and shrugged, pulling out another cigarette and lighting it before taking a long drag. 

“Oh… well I’m sorry to hear that…” You weren't sure what to say.

“It’s fine y/n, I’m alright.” He laughed at your somber expression. “Honestly it was a long time coming, we were just dragging it out.”

 “Okay.” You chuckled awkwardly. “Um well, do you wanna go to the bar and drink it away?” 

“Um, actually I had other plans.”

“Oh… okay- sorry.” You sheepishly apologized. 

“No… y/n..” He chuckled at your embarrassment. “I was wondering if you wanted to come over? I could show you some of my songs if you still wanted to hear them…” He gave you a questioning glance.

“I- um… yeah… sure. You sure you’re up for that though?” Your mind was reeling. He’d never invited you over before- though him being in a relationship could explain that, especially if they were already on the outs. 

“Yes. I promise I’m fine.” He chuckled again. “Really we weren't super serious or anything. We were together for a month.” He rolled his eyes and smiled up at you. “C’mon you’ve been nagging me to show you since we started talking…” 

“Okay…” You warily accepted, no idea of where the day would lead. 

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“You want another drink?” He questioned, sensing your stiffness as you played a video game on the couch. You nodded quickly with a short laugh, your mind unable to assess the situation- or even work properly with him so close beside you. He chuckled softly. “Same.” He stood and went to the kitchen to start mixing up the drinks. You paused the game and trailed after him, leaning against the counter and watching him mix. “You can relax, you know?” He chuckled, catching you zoning out on the movement of the shaker in his… hands. “Sorry, you just never invited me over before- it's weird…” You joked as you sat on the barstool.

“Yeah, sorry about that. Didn’t um- think that would be okay with everything going on with my ex…” He chuckled sheepishly handing you your drink before mixing up his own. 

“No I mean, I guess that makes sense…” You laughed lightly, wondering what exactly he’d meant. He set his finished drink beside you before he went off to another room, returning with a much nicer laptop than what you’d seen him use in class. He sat beside you and handed the computer to you, the screen filled with different track listings. 

“Here. Before I change my mind.” He let out a strained, anxious breath. “Just- don’t make fun…” He took a big, long sip of his drink to hide his face, though not before you caught the flush in his cheeks.

“Wow, where's the cocky, arrogant, I’m good at everything I do on a computer Jack that I know?” You teased with a laugh. 

“Shut the fuck up…” He laughed, wheezing lightly. You bit the inside of your lip to stop the stupid smile he caused and turned back to the screen, clicking play on one at random. A soft lofi melody played out from the speaker before the deep voiced lyrics enveloped the kitchen.“ I miss the sound of your voice and I miss the days…”

You were too impressed and surprised to even say anything, so you continued to let it shuffle through some songs- some much harder than the first, others in the middle. Eventually he clicked the spacebar and paused it. 

“You uh- you hate it huh…” His voice was soft and anxious. 

“Oh my god Jack no! I just- I don’t know what to say these are so good… you’re so fucking talented…” You turned to him, your face aching from the surprised expression each new song brought. 

“I-... really? You like em?” He seemed stunned. 

“Dude, yes! I love them… you need to release them- seriously!”

“I um, I’ve been thinking about it…” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Do it. I’m serious… they're amazing.” You urged again before taking another sip of your drink. 

“Thank you y/n.” The flush returned to his face. You giggled and smiled back, your heart warming at how much your opinion seemed to matter to him. 

“Thank you for finally showing me…” You teased. 

“Shut up.” He laughed, shaking his head as the two of you made your way back to the couch. 

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After a bit more gaming, you both were far too tipsy to keep up with the pace anymore and opted for a movie. You were about halfway through before he got up and poured himself a shot. 

“Me too please!” You called out to him. He smiled and poured two shots, downing his own and refilling it before coming back and handing yours to you. You both downed the shots a bit too easily before settling back into the movie. 

“Y/n?” His low voice reverberated through the couch softly, making your head spin even more. 

“Hm?” You gave him a questioning glance. 

“Um, this is uh- really weird but… do you see us as friends?” He asked sheepishly, avoiding eye contact with you as he did. 

“Um, yeah of course…” You scoffed uncomfortably. 

“Just friends?”

“...Why?” Your brain went into overdrive. Had you done something weird? Said something? You weren't that drunk to have not remembered saying or doing something… surely he must've caught on though. Had you made him uncomfortable? His sigh broke your spiraling train of thought. 

“I uh- I don’t.” He met your eyes for a brief moment, the look in them seemingly pleading for a merciful rejection. “I don’t see us as just friends…” 

“Oh…” What. What? What?

“Yeah… I um. Fuck this sounds horrible but- I- I broke up with my ex because I uh- started catching feelings for you, I didn’t think that was fair to her so… yeah.” He fidgeted with the rings on his fingers, almost distracting you. “I mean, we can be- just friends- but I don’t know, I figured I’d uh tell you.” 

“Jack…” He met your gaze again, his expression full of anxiety and doubt. “I…” Before you could finish your thought your body was already moving. You weren't sure if it was the alcohol or the semester's worth of pining you’d done but there you were, pressing your lips to his as your heart raced. He turned more toward you, his hand reaching up to your face and pulling you closer. His lips tasted like the sweet bourbon he’d just drank, and his woodsy, cinnamon cologne fogged your head even more. When you finally parted neither of you pulled away fully, just exchanged wild and surprised looks. 

“Soo… not friends then…?” He chuckled breathlessly. 

“Shut up-” You giggled as you moved back in, kissing him again.

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[izziebeex]

Hot || gareth

summary: you decide to visit your boyfriend Gareth while he’s practicing with the band.                                                                                                            pairing: Gareth x fem!reader word count: 505                                                                       genre/tropes: blurb                                                       warnings: suggestive phrasing, kissing?, dressing feminine, groping, PDA                     author’s note: just me feeding my slight obsession with this beautiful boy <3

I cranked the AC in my Chevy Malibu. It was no doubt the hottest day of the year. I turned on to Herring Blvd. just as Let There Be Rock by AC/DC played from my mixtape. I was sweating my ass off but at least I had my favourite song.

Peering out my opened window, I saw my boyfriend’s house getting closer. There was a van parked at the curb. He must be practicing with the boys. That wouldn’t stop me from seeing my baby. I pulled into the driveway of the brown paneled house and took my keys out of the ignition. I took my mixtape out of the player and threw it onto the passenger seat.

It was so hot my ass stuck to the leather seat as I opened my door and got out. The boys were gawking at me while I walked up the driveway to meet my boyfriend in the garage. He looks so hot playing the drums.

“Hi baby,” I teased sending my boyfriend a wink.

“Me?” the boys questioned in unison.

God, they’re so in love with me.

“Guys, she’s my girlfriend. You’ve known this for three years,” Gareth said, obviously frustrated with how infatuated his friends were with me.

He got up from his stool and walked up to me. Putting his arm around my waist and dipping me slightly, he gave me a kiss that made me weak in the knees.  When he pulled back, he me a look that made me feel like I was the only girl in the world. God, I love him so much.

“You look hot, babe,” he said smirking, looking me up and down.

“Thank you, pretty boy,” I said slyly. Of course I look hot.

I was wearing a black leather mini skirt and a Judas Priest shirt I thrifted and turned into a short tank top. It was one of my best outfits and always got Gareth… excited. If you know what I mean. Safe to say the rest of the band was foaming from the mouth at the sight of me.

“Alright guys, can we end practice early today?” Gareth asked the boys.

A long string of curses, “Seriously?”, and “Why?” rang in our ears.

“Guys, come on. We’ve been practicing for hours already and it’s like 100 degrees outside. And playing the drums isn’t making it any better,” my boyfriend complained.

“you’re right, man. I’m dying over here,” Eddie said, guitar strap still around his neck. “I need to get out of this heat. And a night off would be nice”.

“Yeah, alright,” “Whatever,” the others agreed.

Finally, some time alone with my boyfriend. Can’t remember the last time that happened.

While the band was busy packing up, Gareth and I snuck through the garage door and up the stairs to his bedroom. I pushed him down on the bed, straddled his hips and started kissing him. Gareth started getting handsy, pulling my hair and grabbing my ass.

Let’s just say we had a fun afternoon.

[peaky-shelby]

Delicate | Frank Castle

Previous Episodes: prologue, episode 1, episode 2

Summary: Alex Walker and Frank Castle have one thing in common and that's how delicate they are. He is back but the girls he remembers is gone, could that possibly be his fault

Episode: Call it what you want

Author's note: want to make this into a big story, if you want more lmk pls

Next episode: episode 4

Nobody's heard from me for months

Alexandra pulled the bandage off her fresh wound, groaning when no one was listening in pain and discomfort. She placed a clean one over her skin and threw the different one on the dumpster, sighing in relief. Then she pulled down her shirt, covering her night life with a simple movement and walked out of her bedroom, snatching her bag from the chair.

When she walked in her living room, she jumped in fear when she unexpectedly saw her friend, sitting on the couch, with his cane in between his legs and his glasses on to hide he, probably bruised, eyes. She held on to her chest breathing loudly and stared at him, a bit annoyed.

“I think half of the problems would be sorted if the men in my life learned to knock on the door for a change!”

“Where were you last night?”

She rolled her eyes and threw her bag on the floor- where her table was supposed to be- and walked over to the counter to put some coffee for herself “Couldn’t your antenna reach me then?”

“You know it couldn’t.”

She shrugged “didn’t really think about it, considering I don’t belong to you anymore”

Matt stood up, turning to her direction. “You never belonged to me.”

“I know that. Do you know that?” she asked, taking a bite from an apple she had left on the basket on the counter. Matt lowered his head, biting on his lip.

“I’m trying to protect you.”

“Second thing that would make my problems go away. Men trying to protect me. Why don’t you all take your protection and shove it up your ass instead-“ she threw the apple on the sink and walked quickly back to where she had left her bag, picked it up and went straight for the door. “By the way I’m changing the locks” she said and shut the door, leaving matt alone in her living room.

Matt sat back on the couch, holding tight on his cane and keeping his head low. His facial expression was stiff and his posture gave away how worried he was. His slipped his hand on his pocket and called an unknown number who had called him just a few hours before.

“I need more time.”

•••

Alexandra was listening to music. Shutting out the world since in the last couple of months she would get triggered by tiny things. Feeling her skin shiver, her hair standing up and her thoughts going red.

She walked down the subway, stood in between the normal people like she was normal as well and walked out when she reached her stop.

After cutting all ties, or at least the ones she could, with Matt Murdock she was forced to search for a new career, something she could be good at. Much like Karen had done a while back. Journalism didn’t really fit with her, writing articles wasn’t one of her talents and it required a lot of patience that she didn’t have. She thought about being a nurse, putting her knowledge to use but she didn’t trust herself to stay calm around blood. The sight of dark red still triggered some of her must troubled emotions. After searching a while, she found herself the perfect fit.

“Oh Lexie! Thank goodness! I have to run, my grandson had a fall in school. His parents can’t go, so I must go, you understand.”

Alexandra left her bag on the chair by the counter, which was filled with flowers and half finished bouquets.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Thank you darling.”

Alex would spend her morning hours with greens instead of reds. Planting seeds instead of bullets. The irony of it hadn’t slipped her attention and sometimes she found herself laughing about but she was proud of her profession, proud of what she was doing and the way she had found to sooth herself even at the worst times.

She took one of the pots and started clearing the plants, cutting and sharpening wherever it was needed, her mind taken off the usual troubles. Focused on her craft she completely missed the entrance of a woman in the shop and only when she heard her chuckling, she stopped. She kept her head low even then, annoyed and even a little angry.

“cute.”

Alex left down her scissors and looked up, biting on her tongue. The woman across from her didn’t look much different from what she remembered. Her short curly hair hid her wound very well and eyes remained as cold as she remembered, always searching for justice.

“what do you want here?”

“I know he’s back.”

Alex laughed, moved away from the counter with the pot and left it on the ground. “I’m not his secretary you know.”

“I need to talk to him Alex.”

“get in line.” She whispered picking up another pot and digging in the mud.

Madani walked around the flower shop, crossing her arms and looking at the plants. “one way or another you always get your hands dirty Walker. Whether its blood or mud, some things never change.” Madani sat down, in the chair that was meant for the costumers while Alex kept working on her plants. “do you know where he is?”

“No.”

“Did he join you last night?”

Alex stood still. Glimpses coming back to her from yesterday’s night, her wound stinking under her clean clothes. “Last night I was in my bedroom watching the Notebook. Frank would rather torture over it.”

Madani laughed, leaning closer to the counter “how long you think you can keep this silly play up before you end up like Castle? Running from the law, owing favors left and right. You’re turning into him-“

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Dinah and frankly, I don’t care. I don’t know where Frank is, I don’t know what he’s up to and I got scars to prove that he doesn’t care all that much about me either.”

“Listen to me. I’m not the enemy, I’m not here to hurt him-“ Alex turned away from her and walked at the back of the store where she was met with an unexpected visitor, she held in her gasp as he grabbed her to his chest, putting his hand over her mouth to keep her silent “I need him to meet with Russo.” Continued Dinah. Frank let go Alex slowly, allowing her to face him. She made a fist her hands, forcing herself to remain still so she wouldn’t punch him. In that moment they were so close to each other, looking at each other, with all kinds of excuses. “He’s lying to us, pretending he doesn’t remember so we will pity him.” Frank reached for her arm but Alex shook him off immediately and grabbed one of the empty pots on the floor, walking out without saying anything. “he has a plan” said Dinah when she joined her again.

Alex placed the larger plot on the counter, paying little attention to what the woman was saying. Dinah stood up, she pulled her hair behind her ear, her scar was almost evident when Alex looked at her. A sudden glimpse of that night came back to her and she felt a pain in her chest, she placed her hand there out of instinct. Madani must have noticed considering her next question “You still get nightmares too, don’t you?”

“Nothing like yours.”

“I have a bad feeling Alex. A storm is coming and we are in the center of it. Billy is playing us, how can a person forget all the evil he’s done that easy? Frank needs to see him. Just gave him that message when he comes to you again.” Madani turned to leave, Alex made a step forward.

“He never told you did he? What happened to me.”

Madani looked at her, narrowing her eyes.

“I was in an accident, a long time ago. I got hit in the head, I lost everything. My name, my family, my life. You have no idea what that does to a person. If you’re afraid that he’s lying then you’re a fool. You should be more scared of him telling the truth.” Alex walked closer “because if he is then you’re no longer against a person, you’re against a monster far worse than he ever was before.”

Madani stared at her, crossing her arms to her chest “just tell frank to come and see me.” With that she left and a few minutes after her exit Alex heard frank coming out of the shadows. She didn’t turn to face him or say anything until he did.

“I know you do not want to speak to me so I’ll do the talking and then I’ll go.”

Alex picked up a bunch of roses and white flowers and left them on he counter. She started placing them next to each other carefully, to make it into a bouquet.

“I’m on the trail of a big job. Woman trafficking.” Her hands froze. She held on her breath. He walked around the counter so he would be facing her “They take little girls and train them.” Her eyes shot up, she gripped on the roses, the thorns piercing her skin. “I need your help Alex-“

“I can’t” she said quickly, it came out as a whisper, a complain. He walked back next to her and held her hands, pulling them away from the roses. She avoided his eyes, staring at the ground.

“It could be the same people that held you-“

“Shut up!” she snapped, pulling her hands away “just shut up! I can’t do this; I can’t be around you.” Her pulse started beating faster, her breathing louder “we can never be a team again Frank. I don’t trust myself around you anymore.” He tried reaching for her, she slapped his hand away “you don’t understand, do you? What happened to me after you left! I can’t control myself anymore- you let the beast out, you were the only one that could tame and then you left!”

“And now I’m back and I have evidence that you can use-“

“I don’t care about your fucking evidence! I don’t want it-“ her voice cracked, her eyes started to hurt, tears pushing to be let out in sobs “I don’t want any of it anymore! Because I can’t take it, I thought I could, I wanted to be able to but I can’t” her voice trembled “so please, just leave.”

Frank stood still for a moment, staring at her and then he turned and left. Alex looked at her palms, which were full of thorns and cursed under her sobs.

Frank sat in his car, laying his head back on the seat. He took in a loud breath and watched over the window at the flower shop. He couldn’t understand what happened to her, what had changed but there was definitely something different. There was always madness in her, he always knew that. First time he had seen it was in her bathroom but he could control it too because she let him. They completed each other in that way, her madness made him feel sane and she was always there to help him, eager too.

The night that everybody thought that he had murdered Reyes and Tepper, he stopped her on the street while she was on her way to Karen Page. It was the first time she looked like she had little faith in him, almost like a part of her believed that he was the one that did it.

“You friend is the next target.”

“Stay away from Karen.”

“I’m trying to protect her. They will come for her and they will come for you and anyone who is digging into the story.”

“That’s what happens when you raddle trees with fucking snakes on them Frank. People get attacked.”

“Listen to me- It wasn’t me! You’ve trusted me before, I need you to do it, one last time.”

And she did she led him to Karen’s safe house and he was right. There was an attack on her life a few moments after. While they all stood in her room each trying to convince each other of something, bullets started falling through the windows. Alex jumped on frank to pull him down, who fell on Karen, pushing her on the floor. Alex cuddled herself as the bullets hit the glass, waiting for the storm to pass. Frank watched her as he shielded Karen, terrified that she would go through the same panic attack she did when they first met but she didn’t. when the gun fire was over, she reached for Karen.

“Are you ok?”

“I’m fine.”

Frank moved away from them, sitting down, breathing loudly. Alex gave him a look and he nodded, letting her know he was fine as well.

“We need to move.”

“Go where? Everyone is looking for you Castle!” Karen held her head. “And me apparently”

“maybe that’s a good thing.” Whispered Alex and looked at frank with an intense gaze. Frank didn’t need long to realize what she was saying and neither did Karen who was completely against the idea.

“Are you both insane?”

“don’t tell matt about this.” She got on her knees and got Karen’s gun from the floor. “I’ll see you tomorrow”

“Alex… this is too dangerous.”

“That’s why you’re gonna stay here. Let me and frank take over.”

“its not a good idea.”

“It’s the only one we have.”

Somehow, he and she always found themselves caught up in situations with very few and very bad ideas it didn’t stop them. They drove to a dinner close by and frank could still remember the silence. Similar to the one right now, in his empty car and he had reached his destination before he had even realized where he was driving to.

He got out of the car shutting the door and pulled up his hoodie to hide his face. He stood in front of the familiar building, reading the golden sign “Nelson and Murdock, Attorneys at law”. He put aside his doubts about what he was doing and entered the building.

•••

Matt was sitting on his desk, reading some legal documents, striking his fingers across the dots on the white pages when suddenly he heard steps out of the office, going back and forth and a beating heart, an anxious heart. Then there was a knock, foggy opened the door, his breathing got faster, he started sweating.

“Is he here?” he recognized the voice immediately. Frank Castle. He closed the folders in front of him, listened to the exchange of the two men on the inside room, preparing himself to meet frank. He thought about the last time he had met him, in Alex’s house. They fought that night, broke her table, 9 months ago and from what he knew she still hadn’t gotten a new one.

Frank came in his office, very confident in his movements. He closed the door without saying anything and sat across from him. At some point he reached for the cookies matt had on his desk and got one for himself. Meanwhile matt could feel his eyes on him, staring at him.

“So are you blind or not, because I am confused.” He asked while chewing on the cookie. Matt took in his scent, similar to the one he’d caught in Alex’s house this morning. “How does it work?” frank stretched his hand to get another cookie but matt reached the dish faster and pulled it away from frank and closer to himself. He heard him scoff and lay back on his chair.

“Something in between” he answered coldly “what are you doing here?”

Frank licked the chocolate of his fingers “we only have one thing in common. So, what do you think?”

“Since when do you come to me when you need her?” he tilted “is it ever since you abandoned her-“

Frank leaned forward, hitting his hand on the desk and pointed at matt “you told me not to come up with you!”

“its been 9 months and you couldn’t even send a text”

“Now you wanted me to text her? You must be the most confusing man I’ve ever met in my life!” frank got up and paced around the room “you know I did what I had to do. Don’t blame me if it backfired at you.”

“And what do you want now?”

“I’m close to an organization. Human trafficking. Little girls.” Matt raised his head. Suddenly very interested about what he was saying “I met a girl about a month ago. She sent to kill me.”

“Why?”

“Because I was digging on the wrong people’s garbage. You know how it is, don’t you?”

Matt reached for a pen he had on his desk, holding tight on to it “and did you kill her?”

Frank turned and looked at matt “I almost did. Then I looked in her eyes and all I could see was emptiness, zero purpose. It reminded me of Lexie.” He started moving back to his chair “so I kept her around to ask some questions. She didn’t make a lot of sense…” he sat down “but she said something about an organization.” Matt held tighter on the pen “and then, right in front of my eyes, she died.” He got another cookie throwing it in his mouth and chewing slowly.

Matt threw the pen he was holding on the desk and stood up. He drew a hand over his mouth and chin and then put his hands on his hips.

“You look a little freaked out Red.” He licked his thumb to get rid of the chocolate “it wouldn’t be because you already knew about this, would it?”

Matt bit on his tongue, holding back the things he wanted to say to him. “Did you go to Alex with this?”

“I tried. But she says, she wants no part in this.”

Matt stretched out his hand “and that’s for the best.” Frank laughed “you don’t understand the size of what you are messing with Frank! Listen to me- you don’t want to be part of this! There’s reason I kept Alex away from this and-“

“Have been lying to her ever since you met her when you knew exactly where she was coming from!”

“Believe it or not it was for her safety.”

“I don’t care about you reasons Red” he leaned forward “and I don’t care about your objections!”

“Then why are you here?”

“Because she deserves to know the truth and she deserves to be there when I bring that shit to the ground!” Matt laughed, shaking his head. “You think I am joking around Murdock?”

“I think you are a damn fool if you think its gonna be that easy.” He balanced his hands on the desk “and if you think I’ll have any part in convincing Alex to go with you.” He pointed a him “twice you’ve left her for dead. One time in the docks and the other on the carrousel- maybe she is tired of dying for you, have you thought of that?”

“that’s what you think I am here for? I don’t need you to convince her, I need to understand what the hell happened while I was away because the girl I met today, is nothing like the one I knew.”

“she’s going through a hard time-“

“A hard time?” he scoffed and stood up, waving his hand “did you know she goes out alone fighting gangs by herself- she killed two people in front of me the other night. So don’t fuck with me-“

“I’m trying to fix it!”

“she’s not a broken toy Murdock! What the fuck are you fixing? What the fuck is going on-“

Foggy opened the door, interrupting them. Frank gave him a quick glance and then turned his back on him “we have to go to court. We are late.”

Matt picked his suit from his chair and put it on, he picked up his bag with all the documents and he left without answering any of his questions. He walked down the stairs quickly with foggy on his side and when he reached the outside world, he let out a heavy breath, relaxing his tie and leaning forward, holding on to the nearest wall.

“What’s wrong?” asked foggy, the worry on his voice was evident.

“Nothing-“ her heartbeat, slow and weak, echoed in his ears. Along side, the sound of blood gushing out her open wound. The feeling of uselessness he felt. Foggy put a hand on his shoulder.

“You want water?”

“No, I’m fine. Everything’s fine!” he stood straight again and sneak his arms around foggy’s, letting him lead him to his car.

•••

The one place she hated most in the world were hospitals. There was no other place that killed hope quicker than this. Alex kept her eyes on the floor while walking, she didn’t want to see anybody’s face. She snuck herself in one of closets the nurses kept their robes and grabbed one of them, putting it on and pulling her hair up on a pun. When she came out, she looked to her right and a doctor who had his glasses hanging from the pocket on his chest was coming towards her. She walked quickly in his direction, making sure to note the name he had written on his ID card and then bumping on to him and snatching his glasses while apologizing for the accident. The doctor waved her off and she moved along. She put on the glasses and made a turn, when she saw a nurse going in the room she wanted to go.

She caught up to her, pulling her arm. The woman turned around and Alex read her name on her ID card “Lily, Dr. Ford asked for you?” she said confidently.

“What the hell does he want? I’m doing a routine check up!”

“Something about a patient. Yesterday’s incident.”

Lily sighs and hands her the folder with the patience’s information. “Finish this for me. Hey, boys-“ lily looked at the security guards standing in front of the door “she’s taking over for today.”

The guards nodded and opened the door, letting her walk in the room. Too easy, she thought to herself while walking inside. The door shut closed behind her, she jumped at the sound, her eyes closing out of instinct. When she opened them again the room was dark, silent. She could see ghosts standing by the corners, memories in shadows and the silence allowed for the noises in her head to get louder. Whispers, screams, her name.

She shook her head and focused on what she was holding, a folder. She walked closer to the patient laying on the bed, unmoved. She got to the window, opened the curtains, the patient whined when the light got up to him and she turned to look at him.

Billy Russo, tilted his head enough to be able to see her, for the first time she saw his scars, she gasped, the folder dropping from her hands.

She saw it with her own eyes and now it was replaying in her head, frank pushing against the mirror, dragging his face along the shattered glass, his screams, his cries and Frank relentless, pushing harder. She moved back to the window, holding on the railings they’d put there for protection and tried to catch her breath, remove the sigh from her mind.

“Who are you?” asked Billy, his voice weak but loud enough.

So Madani was right he didn’t remember anything. Goddamn she knew that feeling all too well. She took in a deep breath and moved away from the window closer to him, she kept her gaze on the floor, avoiding his face.

“We met a long time ago.”

“I can’t remember.” He mumbled.

She raised her hand, held on the bed. “that’s alright.” She answered, finally lifting her eyes to look at his scar and every part of her wanted to throw up but she held back “I was there when you got these.”

“The scars?” Billy moved a little on his bed, tried to sit better “you know who did it?”

“I do.” She whispered.

“Was it you?”

“no.” she sat on the edge of the bed “but some nights I wish it was.” She abruptly grabbed his throat, her grip staying tight around his neck. He started struggling, kicking and punching the air but he was nowhere near as strong as he used to. “you killed me that night- if you can’t remember anything else remember that and when you are struggling with shadows and faces and colors you can’t even recognize, remember that If you dare to walk out this hospital, ill come for you and cut your face in half!” she let his face drop back and left the room. Not looking back.

[neonpaperlanterns]

His happy ending

[part one]

A/N: I said it in the tags but I'll say it here to, this work is heavily inspired by everlasting rain-fall. They created the pages au and with their permission I am posting this on my tumbler. Also you should totally check out their Tumblr. Also Minors do not interact. That is not a place for you.

With a heavy sigh Moria shifted in his bed. The effort to turn over was too much and he gave up halfway. His arm hung over the side limply as his face squished against the pillow. 

“Get me something.” his hand waved half heartedly as Doppleman slunk out of the room. He didn’t know what he wanted but he wanted something. Food, ale, a corpse in need of a purpose; really anything would do. Moria stared at the wall as he waited, the shadows in the room danced in the low light. They formed abstract shapes as he felt his eyes start to droop. 

Thunk

“OW!” he screeched as a pile of things was dropped on him. Roasted meat, bags of salt, and papers obscured his vision. A hollow version of his laugh slithered around the room as Doppleman dissipated into the gloom. Grumbling, he tossed off the somethings he had requested until his hand brushed something solid. Feeling a moment of curiosity he adjusted himself to see better. 

Moria blinked slowly as he took in the cover of a book.

A large vibrant moon encompassed most of the cover. Its light glimmered over a darkened ocean as a lone figure extended their hand as if they were reaching for something. Letting out a hum his gaze drifted to the looping script of the title.

Under the same Moon

Moria scoffed and went to toss the book into some forgotten corner. But something stopped him. The more he looked at the reaching silhouette the more he felt compelled to at least take a look. Almost shyly he turned to the first page. Quickly he glanced around the room to make sure he was alone before he started to read.

Chapter One~

Water gently lapped against her ankles as the cool breeze ruffled Junko’s hair. Her hands clasped in front of her chest as her feet slowly sunk into the sand…..

Chapter Two~

Junko’s breath caught in her throat as her feet slipped out from under her. The ground was approaching fast but the impact never came. Strong arms wrapped around her waist and suddenly she was being dipped….

Chapter Five~

“Run away with me.” Sota grabbed onto Junko’s wrist, preventing her from leaving. Her tear filled gaze tore at his heart.

“I can’t.” her voice came out a hoarse whisper as she ripped her arm from his grip….

Chapter Twelve~

“Release Junko at once you!” Sota bared his teeth at the man looming above him. The masked figure scoffed and pointed an accusatory finger at Sota.

“I will not. You will never see my dearest light nor ever hurt her again!” his voice rang out, shaking the very foundation Sota stood upon. Shadows leaked from the cracks writhing and lashing out at anything they could reach.

Chapter Seventeen~

“Junko my light you seem upset.” Ankoku kneeled down in front of his love. She wasn’t looking at him, instead her gaze was focused on the barred window. Grasping her hand he ran his thumb along her soft skin.

“Please tell me what ails you. Let me make it better.” He spoke softly pleading with Junko. Yet still she remained quiet. 

Chapter Twenty Five~

“I love you So-”

Moria slammed the book closed. His chest heaving and his eyes burning as he tossed the offending piece of literature against the wall. His jaw creaked as he ground his teeth together. A vein throbbed on the side of his forehead as he felt compelled to pace.

How could Junko leave Ankoku like that?

How could she choose Sota?

Didn’t she understand how much Ankoku loved her? Cherished her? She was his light and she just left him. How could she just leave him? This could not be the correct ending. Junko could not pick Sota over Ankoku. She just couldn't! Stomping over to where he threw the book he glowered down at it. It had landed on its front so he was greeted with the soft smiling face of the author. Her head was leaning against her hand as she stared at the photographer. She looked so sweet. So unaware. 

He hated her. She did this to him. She was wrong to write an ending like this. Snatching the book off the floor he scrutinized her face. He wanted to find her, hurt her, make her change the ending. Change it to the right ending. 

Moria’s lip twitched.

“ABSALOM!” He shouted for his minion. His voice rang out and bounced off the walls. He could hear it echoing down the halls along with the sound of rushing footsteps. His door was thrown open and Absalom tumbled into the room. 

“Yes Moria-Sama?” The smaller man stood at attention. A large grin split across his face as he shook the book in Absalom’s face. 

“I need you to find this woman.” His nail scratched across the smiling visage of the author marring the surface. The whiskers on Absalom’s face jerked as his eyes crossed slightly.

“Of course Moria-Sama.” Dutifully he took the book and ran from the room. Moria didn’t care how long it would take. Didn’t care how many resources he had to pour into this. He would find that woman and make her correct her mistake.

Moria was getting his happy ending. He would make sure of it.