#I'm definitely doing that thing I do where I switch tenses

[blackashbluephoenix]

Had this idea but it doesn't fit into either of my WIPs so I'm giving it to the community.

Harvey and Mike are driving. They're bantering lightly, Mike had a case file in his lap. There's light music on in the background. Mike feels safe in the front seat- he always does when Harvey's driving. Anyone else, he fidgits nervously, squirms. The longer the ride, the worse it gets. But Harvey has both hands on the wheel, hovers a mile or two under the speed limit. He focuses on the road. Mike knows he'd never let anything happen to him.

They drive up past an accident with all the stops- flashing lights, police sirens, an ambulance. The car is on fire, there are bodies being pulled from the wreck.

Before they can get close enough to see any details though, Harvey reaches over and turns Mike's face to him. They've slowed to a crawl now because of traffic passing the accident, there's no danger in taking one hand off the wheel.

"Look at me, sweetheart." He orders softly. "Just keep looking at me."

Harvey doesn't try to restart the banter. He doesn't try to smile or pretend it's not bad. But he can put on a poker face for Mike's sake. He can look stoic, in control. He can breathe normally. He can use the word sweetheart, a word he normally only whispers to him in moments when they are alone and at their most intimate.

"Just look at me, sweetheart."

Because one real glimpse of that accident and that image will be burned permanently into Mike's beautiful mind. Having a memory like his is both a blessing and a curse, as Harvey has come to find out. And right now, if he lets Mike look at that, if he allows that image into Mike's mind... It will torment him. It will creep into thoughts when they're at work, at home. It will etch itself into his nightmares, add itself to what Mike imagines his parents' last moments were like. He won't be able to comfortably get into a car for weeks, will worry when Harvey steps foot in one, even if they're both in the backseat and Ray is the one driving.

"Just keep looking at me. Don't think about anything else."

He pulls the car into a lane away from the accident as soon as he can, creating some distance and removing some of the morbid temptation to look as he does so. Mike's not the eager to please puppy he once was, but he obeys this particular order even after Harvey drops his hand. He nods, ducks his head slightly. He can't quite look at Harvey's eyes, but he can still focus on the rest of him. As long as he's looking at Harvey, his mind is protected from whatever else he might see right now.

They're both quiet when the traffic lets up. Harvey puts both hands back on the wheel. Drops his speed limit down to five miles below, moves to the slow lane. Tries to ignore the way Mike is white knuckling the armrest or the way he wants to take his hand. Touch would help right now, certainly, but not if it compromises his driving abilities.

They pull into a gas station about an hour from the city. Harvey wouldn't have stopped- he wants to take Mike straight home- but the gas light is on. When he puts the car in park, Mike takes a long deep breath as though he's been holding onto it for far too long.

"We'll be home soon." Harvey says softly. He reaches over, brushes his fingers over the back of Mike's neck. Relishes in the way Mike instantly leans into him, even if the angle is awkward because of the console between them.

"Thank you." Mike says quietly. He seems a little better now. Okay until Harvey can get him home at least. He can spoil him when they're there- Order a pizza with stuffed crust, crack open one of those cheap beers Mike likes for some reason. Maybe tuck him into one of Harvey's hoodies before he pulls Mike down onto to his chest and they settle in on the couch with a wide selection of movies. He'll hold him a little bit tighter and speak just a little softer. Maybe it will be enough to keep the nightmares away.

For now he just kisses Mike's hand, then his temple before he gets out to pump gas. Smiles in relief when Mike eventually gets out and wanders into the gas station, returning with a highly disproportionate amount of junk food to the time they have left on this trip.

He'll be okay. Harvey will make sure of it.

[barcaatthemoon]

act a fool || alexia putellas x reader ||

you make alexia jealous on a night out.

minors dni, 18+ only, smut ahead.

tonight had been a compromise. you had been begging alexia to take you dancing for weeks. she hated going out if she didn't have to. especially in the off season. she wanted to vacation and do other things. there were ample opporunities to go out in the season with the girls, and alexia reminded you of that each time you asked her. tonight however, alexia had come to you to ask if you'd go out with her.

you should have known that alexia's attention would be elsewhere the whole night. it wasn't the same if you were dancing while alexia sat through what was essentially a business meeting all night. you could have gone out on your own any night of the week, but you wanted alexia to spend time with you. that was where your brain had formulated its less than brilliant plan to capture her attention.

at first, alexia was sure that she was just seeing things. unbeknownst to you, alexia had kept a close eye on you all night. she felt guilty about not having any time reserved for you, but she had planned on making it up to you when the two of you left. all of that changed when she saw what you were doing as you darted off to the dance floor.

it wasn't hard for you to find someone to dance with. alexia hadn't been hanging off your side, so everybody assumed that you were single. you had met this girl at the bar, some college student on an abroad trip from america. she was cute, definitely your type, so you danced with her. the dancing had started as fairly innocent fun, but as the music changed, the mood did as well. you knew that you'd be leaving with alexia, but this girl obviously did not.

"come on, let's go. there are too many people here," the girl said as she tried to lead you away. you let her get you off of the dance floor and back over by the bar, where alexia asked you to wait for her when you wanted to leave. you weren't one for drinking on your nights out, a side effect of living with alexia for so long. you could have a good time, being one of the most fun players on the team, but you had also come into a watchful role on nights out, often keeping an eye on players like cata and claudia.

"i want to stay. you can go though," you told her. it was obvious that this girl was done with the club, but she didn't want to leave alone. she was smarter than you assumed because she quickly switched from trying to pull you out with her to clinging to you. that was when alexia ended her meeting to finally attend to you.

"excuse me," alexia said as she slid into the small space between you and this girl. "(y/n), let's go. my meeting is over."

"o-okay." you hadn't expected alexia to be in the rush that she was. she had promised you a dance when her meeting was over, but you knew that wasn't happening as she half-dragged you out of the club. you got the sense that you were in trouble, and that it was only a matter of time before alexia picked a time for the subsequent fight. "how did your meeting go?"

"it's stupid to hold a business meeting in a nightclub," alexia grumbled. you tried to lean into her side, but alexia only started walking faster. between the drinks and your heels, you had a hard time keeping up with alexia.

"ale, please slow down," you whined. alexia groaned as she stopped abruptly to let you catch up with her. you tried to hold onto her hand, but alexia brushed it away. "are you mad at me? i just wanted to dance, and you were busy. i'm sorry."

"stop apologizing," alexia told you. you took that as your cue to shut up. alexia was very obviously tense the entire way home, and all you wanted to do was reach out and soothe her, but you didn't. you sat there silently trying not to let your thoughts spiral out of control until the car stopped and alexia came around to literally carry you inside. "i'm not mad at you, okay?"

"okay," you mumbled sadly. alexia tipped your head back as she set you down on the bed. you looked up at her, almost immediately recognizing the look in her eyes. "oh."

alexia's facial expressions were fairly limited, and so you had a hard time gauging what she was feeling. however, you could always tell whenever you looked into her eyes. the way she was looking at you was lustful, with the slightest hint of jealous anger simmering beneath the surface. you knew that while you were probably in for some kind of punishment, things were still good between you and alexia.

"i'm going to make myself a drink, and when i get back, i want you stripped and bent over," alexia told you. she walked back into the living room, and you immediately got started. spanking felt like a fairly easy punishment for what had happened, so you weren't going to complain. maybe alexia was hornier than you thought she was and would go easy on you for the night.

you knew this position well, just like you knew the waiting game alexia was going to play with you. she silently entered the room, but you didn't dare turn away to look at her. you could hear alexia hum appreciatively just a moment before her hand came down to strike your ass. you bit your lip, holding in the grimace at the slight sting of pain.

"tough girl, hmm? it's okay, this isn't what i had in mind," alexia told you. this time, you did glance behind her with a look of confusion in your eyes. "after that little stunt you're not getting off this easy. you won't be able to walk tomorrow when i'm done with you. how does traffic look?"

"green lights all ahead," you answered. alexia cradled your cheeks as she turned you to look at her. there were no signs of hesitation, so alexia took it as a sign to go ahead. alexia started to move back a bit, which was when you felt the sting of her hand as it slapped against your cheek. "still green."

"of course it is you little pain slut," alexia teased. you couldn't deny the allegation, nor would you ever. alexia moved behind you, and as her hands spread your ass cheeks did you realize what your punishment was.

alexia moved slowly, giving you ample time to object. you kept still, refraining from pushing back the moment you felt her fingers press against your hole. you and alexia were no strangers to anal play, but it was generally used as something to push you a little further while alexia fucked you out. she had never really brought up wanting to just fuck you anally before, despite the knowledge that you would let her.

"i want to see what toy you have," you told her. alexia took your hand and guided it back to wrap around her strap-on. you had taken this before early on in your relationship. now, it was primarily used for the rare time that alexia let you top her. it was smaller, probably the smallest dildo that the two of you owned. it would definitely stretch you with the way alexia planned to use it, but you knew that it wouldn't be overly painful. "okay, i can take this."

"i know you can," alexia told you. she'd never give you more than wht your body could handle. even on the nights where you had gone to bed together truly angry at each other, she had still been looking out for you. at the end of the day, no matter what, alexia still cared about you. you could tease her relentlessly, and she'd always stop before you even had to ask.

the stretch of the toy burned more than that of her fingers. even absolutely coated in lube, you could feel every bit of resistance tht your body gave. alexia was still and patient, not really starting to do much more than ease her way inside of you until you started to seem like you were actually enjoying the feeling.

you felt like you were absolutely stuffed, and yet empty at the same time. alexia could see the confliction on your face as she tugged your head back. you were enjoying yourself like you always did when alexia fucked you, but something wasn't quite right. you wanted to feel some part of her in your cunt or at least on your clit.

"it's a punishment, mi cari. you didn't think i'd let you just get everything you wanted, did you? even if you didn't want to leave with that girl, you let her get close. we could have had a very different night, but you just had to act out, didn't you?" alexia's words were all punctuated with thursts that increased in their harshness. she was getting close to pounding into your ass like she did your cunt. still, you didn't feel like you were any closer to cumming than before. your body wanted to react like it was all normal, but it couldn't.

"ale, please, i want to cum. i need to cum. touch me baby, i want you," you whined. alexia just laughed, causing you to let out a completely pathetic whimper. you were a mess with your own arousal dripping down your thighs as alexia practically split you open from behind. you wanted something more, but it never came, and eventually, your body began to adjust a bit.

you knew that different stimulation would lead to different kinds of orgasms. your cunt spasmed and clenched around nothing as you pushed back against alexia. your orgasm wasn't quite ruined, but it definitely felt that way. the strain all of it left on your body felt like you had been edging all night. alexia stopped as your body started to go slack in her grip.

"what do you need right now?" alexia asked you. you laid flat on your stomach, not moving a muscle or making a sound. alexia discarded the strap-on before she crawled into bed with you. silently, you moved to lay your head against her lap, breathing in the comforting scent of her perfume. "te amo."

"i love you too, ale," you mumbled tiredly. alexia leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. you knew what was coming as you started to drift off, but you made no attempt to move away from it as alexia cleaned you up. you needed a shower, but you didn't have the energy to get up, so it would wait until the morning. in the meantime, alexia had no problem wiping your body down and getting you dressed in some warm pajamas.

[goquokka00]

The Little Things (Felix Ver.)

The small things he does every day that make you feel oh, so special.

Bangchan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin Jisung | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

| Massages |

We all know that Felix gives absolutely killer massages. And he wouldn't hesitate to give you one on the dot if you asked him to. If I'm being completely honest, I think that Felix would give you one if he felt you needed it, too.

If you come home from a long day of work, or if you're stressed or tired, Felix will sit you down and just give you a massage to help you relax all of your tense muscles from the day. Of course, he'd slip in a kiss or two on your back, too. Every here and there, he'd check in to make sure you're doing okay, smile, and then gently kiss your shoulder or back before continuing.

Felix would also ask you about your day while he worked at your knotted muscles. Ask you what had happened to make you tense. He'd listen to every single word, giving his feedback and thoughts. He just wants you to not have any weight on you. Whether it was physical or mental. He's always gonna make sure you're okay.

| HUGS!! |

We all know that Felix is a huggable person. That, and he's a hugger. This man hugs his other members any chance he gets. You are no acception. Any chance he gets, he hugs you. Hell, he even warned you that he was a hugger when you both first started going out, so you knew what you were signing up for.

This man will literally use any excuse to hug you, too. You make him laugh? He's hugging you. You're being cute? He's hugging you. You made a delicious meal? He's hugging you. You're upset about something? He's hugging you. He's upset about something? Take a wild guess as to what I'm gonna say.

Felix is 100% hugging you if you're upset, though. It doesn't matter how serious or unserious it is. The same goes if he's feeling down. And he's not letting go until he's feeling better, or you're feeling better. Once you're okay, he'll loosen his grip, but he still won't let go. Rather, he'll talk things out with you and make sure you're not sad anymore. And then he'll let go, only to start cuddling you on the couch.

| Language Switching |

Felix is multilingual. That's a given. But if his lover was also bilingual or multilingual, I think that language switching would definitely be a thing. Mainly, you both would be switching between Korean and English. One little bit of the conversation would be in Korean, then the next moment, you're speaking in English.

I definitely think that there would be times where you both would be in public and wouldn't want anyone to really understand what you guys were talking about, and so you'd switch languages depending on where you were. Just so then you could both stay where you were, but not have to worry about anyone eavesdropping.

It's also a great way for you both to stay sharp in the languages you both know. You don't really have to worry about losing any accents you might have, but it also helps you both remember things in each language or remind the other what something means. And if you both can't remember the word for something, then you both have fun trying to remember together.

| Bakes with You |

Y'all, I can't express the amount that I want to bake with Felix. And it's exactly why I think that Felix would want to bake with you. He'd show you how to make his brownies and cookies, and you'd both have a lot of fun doing it, too. Because let's be real here, neither of you would take it seriously in the slightest. You'd try, but you know that it won't last for long.

Flour will be blown towards each other, batter will be booped on noses, messes will be made. You'd both laugh hysterically with each other, though. It'd be a good time. Hell, you'd both have fun cleaning up the mess you made, too.

I also believe that you and Felix would take a ton of pictures while baking with each other. Some of these pictures would be posted on bubble, but only the ones that were of Felix. If he wanted to post one of you in the picture as well, he'd ask permission first. Because you being comfortable is always number one to him.

| Lets You Style His Hair |

Since Felix is currently growing his hair out, I feel like it gets annoying sometimes. And so, he goes to you to help him put it up. You know what you're doing, anyway. And having his hair done is relaxing to him, especially when you spend the first few minutes just running your hands through it and gently massaging his scalp.

I think Felix would sometimes ask you to teach him how to do certain things with his long hair, too. Like how to do different braids. He might struggle with tired arms halfway through, though. And so he'll end up just having you take over. He'll still pay attention to what you're doing. He's just not used to holding his arms up at that certain angle for how long.

Even if he did eventually learn and was capable of doing it himself, he'd still prefer for you to do it. There's just something in the way you do his hair in such a caring way. It's so sweet and gentle, and it's also such a nice bonding time, too. Felix can just rant about whatever's on his mind and you'll happily listen. It's definitely one of his favorite things to do with you.

Hey! Firstly, thank you so much for reading this post, and I really hope you enjoyed! If you did, please like, reblog, or comment so I can see how I'm doing with writing and getting feedback! I hope you have a lovely day! Sleep well, stay in good health, and eat something if you haven't! ❤️❤️❤️

[starringthesturniolos]

bite me- matt sturniolo

part one

summary- matt has always hated your guts, but everything changes when he wakes up and finds out your his mate.

contains- vampire!matt x reader, enemies to lovers, smut (not in this part), themes of death, dark themes, high school au! (18 yrs old)

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your pov.

“and y/n l/n, your assigned seat is next to matthew sturniolo.” my new math teacher says with finality as his eyes sweep the room. “matthew, please raise your hand” he continues clearly acknowledging the fact that he doesn’t know any student by name yet.

while the teacher was making a rendezvous trying to figure out where matt was sitting, my eyes were bulging out of my head and matts usual stoic face turned into a scowl. we lock eyes and they harden at the sight of each other. matt scoffs before shifting his eyes to the teacher, and I already know he's going to protest before he says a word.

“teach, i know you don’t know me, but my birthdays tommorrow, and i don’t really do y/n." he says while rudely gesturing to my figure, "sooo, you gotta switch the seating chart up.” matt pierces me with his gaze before offering the teacher a very fake smile.  mr. dunn, the name I assume is his considering that its written on the whiteboard, just looks back at him clearly unimpressed with his negotiation skills. matt takes the hint and tries again. “for everyone else’s sake?” he questions and  gestures to the rest of students in the room. everyone bobs their heads up and down in silent agreement. 

its no secret that me and matthew don’t get along. ever since freshman year, we’ve had a strange animosity towards each other. matt carries himself like he’s better than everyone else. he does it even now, trying to negotiate with the teacher like he makes the rules. i can’t help but agree with him, though. if we end up sitting next to each other it will be a huge distraction. matt and i have been escorted out of classrooms for starting screaming matches before. 

“your all gonna have to deal with it. this is not my problem” mr. dunn says completely blowing everyone off. I drag my feet over to matt, sighing as i let the year ahead of us sink in. “way to go tiger, maybe if you had asked instead of demanded in the first place, he might of listened.” I say as I plop down into my seat.

“okay well, at least i said something. didn’t hear you talkin” he replies smugly and folds his arms over his chest.  Even though he’s acting like a child, i have to stop myself from openly gawking at his arm

 damn, tattoos are definitely my thing.

“the fuck you looking at.” he snaps. 

tattoos are definitely NOT my thing.

i roll my eyes.  “nothing, mop” i  smirk as soon as i say it  because i know how much he hates that stupid nickname. 

“stop calling me that!” matt says a little too loudly causing the teacher to spin around from the white board and glare in his direction. matt quickly shuts his mouth and starts to play with the strings of his hoodie in shame. i can’t stop the laugh that ripples through my chest at matts’ pussy reaction. mr. dunn swings his glare to me, but ,unlike matt, i don’t care. 

i’ll just switch out this class, simple.

 i make up my mind then and there. i'm not dealing with matt  AND a shitty teacher. 

“anywayss” mr. dunn drones on turning back to the white board  still annoyed by the disruption. i look back over at matt to make fun of him, only to see his eyes shut tight and his whole body tensed up. i can see the lean muscles in his forearms bulging from the strain. 

“um what are you doing??” i question more than a little confused. he snaps out of it and slowly opens his eyes. “mind your business” he mutters.

this is going to be a longgg year. 

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matts pov.

“chris im telling you, i almost lost it in there.” i say panicked as i pace around my room. we’ve been out of school for about 8 hours and i’m still stressed about it. about almost losing control and killing everyone in the classroom today.

 chris gets up and grabs my shoulders. 

“bro its okay. it happens, give yourself a break. not very many vampires control themselves the way you do. when they get angry, they just snap.” chris says more casually then anyone else would on the subject, like its a normal thing. but both him and i know that nothing about what we are is normal. 

i take a deep breath, my eyes straining from the stress of it all. “i just don’t know why i let her get under my skin like that, you know. i shouldn’t ever feel like i'm about to “snap”", I say frustration seeping through my tone. i continue to take quick steps around the room, paying unnecessarily close attention to each step.

 if she had any idea what i was, she’d never bother me again, a dark voice in my mind breaks through, much to my annoyance.

 its true, us vampires are monsters through and through. even ones like me, chris, and nick who try our best to be good. we may act and look the part, but our desires are always evil. we will always be evil.

“sooo, are you excited to find out who your mate is, or what?” chris' voice cuts through the quiet that settled in the room, making my thoughts reel in a different direction.

turning day. the day in which a vampire is born. once a vampire has hit 10 yrs since their turning day,  their mates are revealed to them. its like a bomb goes off in their head and suddenly they feel completely connected to someone else.  like their souls are one, or so I've heard.

“snap out of it matt! stop spacing out and shit, its getting really annoying” chris says clearly agitated i didn’t answer his question from earlier.

“sorry” i answer sitting next to him on my bed.  after that theres a brief silence, me and chris left alone with our own thoughts. 

“Are you excited though?” chris ask quietly, clearly conflicted himself. i’m not the only one getting a mate, after all, chris and nick turned the same day i did. 

you were born on the same day and you died on the same day. what a coincidence, my dark inner voice practically chuckled at the revelation. I shudder from the thought of it.

i take a deep breath and close my eyes as i feel the stress returning. 

“i just hope shes not human.” I whisper, almost more to myself then to chris.

“yeah, me too.” chris agrees and i hum in response. its late at night, me and chris have been hanging out and nicks nowhere to be found. 

“where’s nick?” i ask. chris gets up and stretches. “i have no idea bro.” he yawns. “ but i gotta go to bed, im tired as shit. tell eachother about our mates in the morning?” chris ask, turning to me before actually leaving my room. 

“yeah sure” I replied, even though we both know neither of us are going to want to talk about it.

 we are going to want to find them and claim them as ours.

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my alarm clock goes off. I threw the covers off my body, hot all of a sudden. vampires dont get hot. i roll my eyes. it must be the stupid mating bond thing, then.

i shut my eyes, knowing that the first person i see is going to be  my mate for life.

please let her be pretty and please let her not be human. 

one, two, three seconds go by, but still nothing. Then, her face pops up in my mind.

“FUCK” i scream. 

at least she’s pretty

a worried chris runs into my room. “what? what's wrong, matt?” he shakes my shoulders trying to get an answer. i look up at him slowly.

“its y/n” i whisper. 

@bbernard-03

@mattslolita

[saltydumplings]

OMG I LOVE YOUR STORIES SO MUCH!

Could you please do one where the villian dies and the hero is all sad and stuff but then they find out the villian isn't actually dead?

Request #32

Ooooooo yes, yes, this will do nicely...

The bed was cold. Had been cold for the past two weeks.

The hero did what they'd now grown accustomed to doing and pulled a pillow against their chest, hugging it tightly whilst their eyes slipped shut - wishing it was something else. Someone else.

Sleep wasn't easy still, but it was getting better. The hero managed to drift off over the course of an hour, mind pointedly blank as they let the relief of unconsciousness wash over them. It was the only time they didn't think of them. The only time they didn't have to remember...

They woke up only three hours later. Or, at least, they thought they did. But when they felt a puff of breath against their neck and an arm draped over their waist - the embrace so warm and so familiar - the hero knew that they must be dreaming.

They turned around sleepily and tucked their head beneath the villain's chin, hiding themself away into the safest place they knew.

Softly, a hand came up to stroke through their hair, skilled fingers carding through messy locks: "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."

The hero could have cried at the sound of that voice. Instead they simply cuddled closer, taking the small moment for what it was.

"You didn't," they said. "I'm still dreaming."

The villain hummed. "Is it a good dream?" they asked.

"It's perfect," the hero said.

A beat.

The silence between them was soft. Comfortable. A quiet sanctuary made for just the two of them to share - so familiar with one another that it seemed only natural that they should take a moment to indulge in that single embrace; natural to let all other things fall away if only to acknowledge a touch as if it were holy.

"I didn't plan to run," the villain said after a while. "Definitely not for that long."

The hero huffed, the sound of it bitter as it left their lips. "I wouldn't exactly call dying 'running.'"

"Woah, who said anything about dying?"

The hero froze.

Suddenly something seemed to dawn on them. Or, more accurately, everything did: the warmth of the bed, the villain's hand in their hair, their shared breaths, the way the sheets tangled around their legs...Too detailed, too specific, too - too real.

"What do you mean dying?" the villain pressed.

The villain who was alive, and here, and holding them.

Wait.

Wait.

The hero sat up and switched on the light, half expecting the villain to vanish with the room's shadows but instead they remained, dark eyes blinking up at them with more innocence than they should be allowed.

The hero's next breath came out shakily, voice no stronger than a hollow whisper: "How are you here?"

The villain's head cocked to the side, one hand reaching out...

The hero shuffled back. "You died."

Their partner froze almost perfectly, a tense second passing between them before their hand retracted back and they joined the hero in sitting up straight, brow drawing down in the same way it always did when things got serious. Always had...

Did - had; did - god the hero didn't know what to think anymore.

If the villain was alive then what had they seen? What had been plaguing their dreams - stealing the breath and tears right from them - for the past two weeks?

They had thought...God, they had thought...

In that moment, they truly didn't know whether they wanted to punch the villain or hug them.

"Hero, you," the other paused, eyes widening fractionally at the sight of the tears quickly gathering in the hero's eyes. "You didn't think I was dead, right?"

At the simple question, the hero's expression crumbled miserably.

A broken sob split free from their throat and they fumbled - still hopelessly torn between punching and hugging so they grabbed the pillow next to them instead, clutching it close and burying their face. The villain was everything to them; they had thought they'd lost everything.

"Oh, Hero, I'm so sorry." The villain's arms found them quickly, pulling them tight and close. "I'm so sorry, I didn't- I thought you would know. I thought you would - you always know me so well - and I...Two weeks. God, you thought I-- for two weeks."

Screw the pillow, the hero was too wrecked right now to do anything but cry. They pushed the item away in favour of clinging onto the villain instead, pressing in as close as they could manage.

"I'm sorry," the villain kept saying. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

Good. They should be.

The hero hated them - hated them.

And they also loved them. So, so much.

Whatever had happened before didn't matter in that moment. The hero couldn't have cared less about how the villain had gotten there - how they'd come back, come home - because at the heart of it all they didn't have time to. The night was still pressing down on them: outside the streets were dark, the city lights shining coldly underneath a misted fall of rain and the sound of a rumbling unquiet...

And the hero was still so scared that they would wake up.

[rubra-wav]

Vox brainrot entry #1

(Part 2 fic)

A/N: I've been thinking about this all morning, and I want to talk about it and it's driving me crazy. I've never really ever shared anything like this ever, so I'm a bit nervous haha

CW: 18+ SFW - NSFW (marked as such), spying/voyeurism, gn reader

Disclaimer: This is purely fiction and is not to be applied to any real context. If someone is like this IRL, that is not okay.

- This man definitely watches you through whatever technology you have, and I refuse to believe anything less.

- In some fics, I've seen the reference to him spying on people through cameras but I mostly see it in yan AU fics where he is doing it to intentionally try to control and manipulate them. I think instead he does it because he's a pathetic simp. 💀

- Vox seems like he would be very much against directly pursuing anyone for romantic relationships due to how insecure he is underneath all of the egotistical bullshit he puts out at all times. This imo would manifest as also having a severe fear of rejection - especially if he does manage to get romantic feelings for someone else.

- Due to this, he spends a borderline obsessive amount of time watching the person he's attracted to without their permission as he's too chicken shit to seem *too interested* in them by actually asking them about their interests and things about yourself.

- At first it's just very rarely watching you - mainly after meeting up with you to see how you are after. He wants to see if you are happy or if you secretly hate the time you spend together with him because he is insecure as shit.

- It gradually becomes more and more frequent the more he falls for you, until it's a pastime watching what you're doing.

- He learns what your favourite things are, what you hate, what you do in your spare time, who your friends are, who your family are, etc. Etc. He knows just about everything you do in your free time.

- He will then use this information to try to get closer with you in everyday life.

- If you ask how he knows he will respond like he's just 'that good' at knowing what you like. You don't miss the way he starts sweating slightly as he's further prodded though.

- After you prod him for more on the subject he's going to be sitting in slight horror with his hands covering his face the second you leave.

NSFW starts below

- It also begins to extend to watching everything as well the more desperate he gets.

- For a while, he refuses to continue to watch you if you start to take your clothes off as he feels like that's crossing the line even with his tendencies.

- But a mixture of his desperation and craving to see that gets to him.

- The first time he watches you get undressed, he's flustered as all hell, brain telling him to switch the feed off while the other part of himself is absolutely screaming in excitement over seeing your naked skin slowly being revealed to him.

- It becomes an extremely shameful tendency after that as he begins to watch more and more as it drives him absolutely wild.

- I just have the mental image of him sitting in his studio after-hours and watching you pleasure yourself while he does the same. Him being embarrassed as hell, filled with self-loathing about it, but still desperate to continue watching you arching and letting out whimpers and moans of ecstacy.

- I feel like if he saw you after these sessions he'd not be able to hold it together as well as he usually does when you pry into something to do with him secretly spying upon you. He'd be smiling a tense smile, little animated sweat drops on his face along with light blue flush across his cheeks as he stutters with glitches while being questioned about why he was acting up.

- Giving you bullshit reasons in his normally cocky tone that were so obviously bullshit you don't even need to squint at them to tell.

- If you pry into it he may just start error-ing.

Someone needs to put me down about him.

- Afterwards, he'd probably be mortified in private. I can see him laying face down while blue screening on the floor of his room out of embarrassment whining with his ego in tatters about failing so badly to fully keep his 'extra-curriculars' under wraps in front of you.

[pinkslaystation]

Impressive yet Unimpressed.

König and gn!Reader

In which König overhears gossip about him, and the change in his actions affect you, physically and mentally. yALLLLL i'm back >_< here's some unedited shit for the könig girlies (me) - also why do i get this writing motivation late at night :/

Part 2 ;> Word Count: 2.3k

Everyone knew König was infatuated by his partner. By you.

His closest closest friends, included Horangi, were aware of your slightly secret relationship - considering you were all in the same team.

The way he his eyes found you during training, the way he gently held you in his arms when it came to practicing shooting, the way-

You get the point.

Sometimes when your team went out for missions, König found himself committing slight mistakes, such as being distracted by you leading to a close call of a bomb detonation.

"König are you fucking insane? Where's your mind at, man? You're fucking up the team!" One scolded at him in the aircraft post-mission, flying your team to safety.

But König attention remained at you, his eyes focusing on how you managed to still look good regardless of the numerous scars and fresh bruises littering your face. His hand held a (squished) flower that he found, hoping to decorate your hair once landed.

And his feelings were most definitely reciprocated. Your eyes would roam his large frame, muscles tensing as he gripped a fellow teammate in a headlock (me when König? me when.), and you often found yourself unconsciously leaning back into his chest as he held you protectively during practice.

Walking around the base, recruits recognised you, your hair always sporting a different single flower sitting by your right ear.

But not only as his partner, but you also appreciated him as a friend, training you when you first joined, helping you revise for tests, filing paperwork with you.

And although you both found comfort and love from each other during the long weeks of being at base, König often found wanting more from you. He wanted everyone to know he's yours and that you're his. He wanted to take the relationship to the next step, he wanted marriage, he wanted kids, he dreamed of retiring from the military and moving to cute little cottage in the Austrian countryside with you, content that you would both be no longer affiliated with a workplace that screamed violence and limited possibility of survival.

And although the military was all he knew, given he enlisted into the military freshly 17, he knew it wasn't his future, no.

His future was with you.

König found himself walking towards his senior's office, smiling under his mask as his mind frequently hovered over you. Teams for the next missions had been released during the previous meeting, and König wanted to switch to be in the same group as you - so he'd be at peace that your safety in within his arms.

But as his hand gripped at the door handle, his focus switched to the muffled voices from within the office, his ears perking up at his name being thrown into the conversation.

"...he's got soft, sir!"

"We could've died in the last mission, sir, I mean he's an insertion specialist, but the only thing I see him inserting himself into, is his girl, sir!"

König froze. Soft? He's gone soft? He's been described as a fucking battering ram, the fuck do you mean he's gone soft?!

"Like the last training session, this guy spars everyone, and lord does he beat everyone, but the moment he's paired with them, he's fucking rolling on the mat or he surrenders?! How is this fai..."

"...he lives and breathes them sir, it's putting the other soldiers at risk. Does he have to come with us for this mission?"

König zones out. His entire life is the military. In his bare room in the barracks. Not a little cute little cottage in the Austrian countryside?! His home is at the Kortac base, his mind is with his team, and he definitely doesn't live and breathe you.

The muffled voices pause, as if coming to an agreement, and König hears footsteps, quickly hiding behind the door, which opens to reveal the voices.

His teammates.

The teammates he's grown up with.

They thought he was going soft...becoming weak...

König furrowed his eyebrows in humiliation.

A mission without him? That's like asking for death. He'll show you death.

König naturally found himself coming to you, having overheard this mood upsetting gossip about him.

But little ol' you didn't know any better, when he dashed into the common room only to grab a cold beer from the fridge, without a regular smooch to your head, not even a look in your direction, it didn't register how much deeper the crack in your relationship had become...

The day of the mission had come, and although König had told you that went to talk to the higher ups, you couldn't help but be a bit upset considering they hadn't switched you to his group, finding yourself still in your own.

But you didn't mind. You just wanted this mission to be over, so you could find yourself resting in his arms rather than on this random soldier's shoulder.

The aircrafts that held your group and his, raced over the landscape, planting itself by the safe house in the darkness of the Saudi Arabian night.

As the multiple groups landed, soldiers scattering the group as they exit the aircraft, you find yourself making eye contact for the 6'10 colonel.

You send a slight smile his direction, only to be met with a hidden frown behind his mask. You're confused. Usually, his eyes would crinkle with his smile, but your thoughts are interrupted - you're on a mission.

You're huffing, your vision blurry and you find yourself back onto the aircraft? But this isn't your team, as your look around your surrounding, realising you're lying in the middle of the aisle bordered by soldiers. It's König's team.

To your right, you see König...and he's not even looking your way? And to the left is Horangi, his hand rising for a slight wave.

Why aren't you with your team? Where is your team? Where is the air craft going? Why is König not looking at you???

Your eyes shut in pain, and you wince at the slight pain by your abdomen; it's the last thing you feel as you find yourself losing consciousness, failing to see König falling to his knees to aid you as you pass out.

"...bullet grazed abdome..."

Huh?

"...ight concussi..."

Bright light shines in your face.

"...few days..."

This could be the medics, but the way the lights blind your vision, you question whether your well-being is at safe hands or not.

You open your mouth to speak. You can't.

The dryness of your throat restricts you from speaking, but thankfully, one of two medics catches the movement of your lips.

"Soldier, you're okay! Jus' a concussion and stitches on your stomach, cleaned up, not to fret. 6 to 7 days 'til you're free to go, give or take-"

You raise your hand to point towards the freshly scented bouquet of flowers.

"Oh, yeah. Someone brought them...didn't catch the name, solider. Now rest. You need it."

A week of your teammates visiting you goes by, a week of fresh sets of flowers sat by your bed everyday, and although you're happy to be back with them in training, you're dishearten that König didn't find his way to your hospital bed.

Everytime you asked, you received the same response.

"Not sure dude, haven't seen him in a while, stuck in the gym by the looks of it."

You raise your eyebrow. "So...he never visited me?" Voice quivering.

Your teammates shrug.

"Your guy's gone mad in training. Struck his elbow into my neck, and now I want to be on the bed beside you." One said.

"Missed me so badly, you guys have been sending me so many flowers, 'n this place has become a forest!" You laugh, followed by a painful cough, and your friends rush to your side.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, just wanna be back with the team. Just wanna be back with König..."

The medic ends the visitation, walking your friends out the room, leaving you to close your eyes once again as sleep evades you. Outside the room, a confused group discuss.

"We never got her flowers?"

"Forget the flowers - why is there a medal there?"

Whilst you were resting away in your bed, König was awarded for his bravery, putting himself forward to rescue his soldier, you. He felt selfish for enjoying this familiar attention, being praised by someone other than you.

He was impressive on the field..

He walked into the hospital room, when he knew you were resting, after begging and almost on the verge of bribing the medic to let him in after visitation hours.

He decorated your room with the freshest flowers, arrays of bouquets of roses and tulips, dahlias and peonies, as if it were a room full of boyfriends waiting for their girlfriends on valentines day.

There you rest, your chest heaving as you snore. König leaves a flower in your hair, by your right ear, before leaving your room.

It's been 10 days since you've been admitted into the medical room, and 0 days of being with König. Awake that is...

Your teammates are right, he's busy in the gym. Men's only gym...what a calculated move, you think.

Though you're still questioning your actions. What did you do for him to be ignoring you?

So here you are, walking into the combat room, numerous pairs sparring, including König. You aimed to talk to him, ask him why he didn't visit you during your admission to the medical room, and why a shiny gold medal rested, engraving his name, rested underneath your sweatshirt.

The medic warned you, "No physical combat yet - a few more days 'til the cut on your abdomen closes."

And you weren't here to spar, God no.

You were here for König - who's currently...on top of a recruit, fists beating against the poor opponents bloody face.

You push pass the crowd, surrounding this brutal fight - you call it a fight although, from a third party, it looks just like a murder.

"König! Stop! What the fuck are you doing?" You shout at him, trying to get his attention. But your voice is overpowered by the hollering and whistling of the surrounding crowd.

"König! Enough!" Still nothing.

"Köni-"

His eyes meet yours. But not a look of adoration, no. A murderous look. A look that could kill. His eyes, a gentle blue, now a bloodshot red. Like a madman. Like a man-hunting lion.

A shiver runs down your spine.

Another voice breaks out into a shout.

"Who's next" He looks to his left.

"- to fight -", He looks to his right.

"the big the almighty, the Austrian King, Kööööniiiiig!" He announces, elongating syllables, as if a commentator for an illegal underground boxing ring.

"Any contestaaants?" His voice annoys you, why isn't anyone helping the poor soldier? And why is König behaving this way? All macho?

Normally, a quick spar with König would consist of a few skilled moved thrown around, before continuing to the next opponent according to the rotation. Not like you would know, he usually just rolls on the mat or he surrenders, too afraid to hurt his precious lover.

You begin to scream, "Stop this figh-"

König eyes rest on yours, and this signals the commentator-wannabe to point directly at you.

"The neeeeext opponent-"

Oh no.

"isssss-"

Why is everyone looking at you?

"Youuuuu!"

Me?

In a matter of seconds, the crowd formed around König and the now unconscious soldier moves to border you and König.

König stands up, his 6' 10 self towering over you, even though he stands 7 metres from you.

He steps towards you slowly, and your eyes fall down to his boots.

His left foot moves, then his right foot.

Left.

Right.

And now he's right in front of you, red eyes cutting into you. He scoffs, looking down at you condescendingly.

"Wait-" Your mouth runs dry again.

He steps forwards once again.

"Wait, König, I can't, I was disch-"

But this doesn't stop him.

He grabs your sweatshirt at the chest, unknowingly clutching onto the tucked away medal, and with a swift move, he places his second hand onto your back, and throws you straight onto your back.

He throws you directly onto your back.

Your thankful that you didn't land onto your front, your stitches would have broken immediately, but at this point, you're not too sure, and you're clutching onto your stomach again, curling into fetal position onto the floor.

Something is definitely broken. You can tell, because when you open your eyes, you see people staring from above you, while you lay on the mat, laying in a blood of a deep red liquid.

Your ears are ringing once again, and you lay motionless on the floor, cursing internally for being so weak.

König smirks at you on the floor.

Weak? Him?

Soft?? HIM??

He chuckles as people begin to pat his back, fist bumping and side hugging the soldiers around him.

He turns to you once again.

"Shows over, liebing, get up now." He breathes heavily.

You don't move.

"Schatz...enough acting..."

Nothing.

He steps towards you, kneeling to reach your level, his eyes catching sight of the pool of blood.

"Meine Liebli-"

His fingers touch your skin and his blood runs cold, whilst yours run down the mat from your broken nose.

"Schatz?"

The crowd dissipates and the medic runs into the middle of the scene.

"I told her no physical exercise! König, why didn't you stop her!" He scolded at König.

"Now help me carry her to the medical room - again!"

König, who didn't dare to speak, looks up, eyes wide open.

"König!"

The medic looks down at him.

An unimpressed look rests on his face.

YALLLLLLLL the angst, call me mcdonalds cos i'm loving it :D Quick notes: The move König pulls at the end is written a little confusingly (MY APOLOGIES LMAO), but it's inspired by the wrestling move -> The Arm Throw. I hope this helps you visualise it better. I've decided to start a tag list! -> lemme know you're interested to be tagged in my future posts! tags -> @lilliumrorum

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Blackmail

Hoodie x FEM!Reader

cw: no smut, mentions of a gun (revolver), reader has an extremely shitty boyfriend, nicknames said: 'babe', 'babygirl', 'gorgeous girl', 'pretty thing', 'good girl', dead dove do not eat, I based this off the scene in euphoria season 2 episode 6 (the scene where nate puts a gun to maddy's head), mentions of stalking, ghostface quote, mentions of infidelity, gaslighting, swearing, hoodie is a murderous gentleman. come get your food (dddne pun)

It had been six hours since you last saw him.

Now don't take this the wrong way. You weren't the kind of girl to get sad when your boyfriend wasn't by your side again after being gone for five seconds. Quite the opposite.

Liam was a piece of shit, but somehow you loved him. So the reason you had been counting the hours until he got back home was that you had a sneaking suspicion that he had been sleeping with other girls, but god you had hoped and prayed that it wasn't true.

After a while of sitting on the corner of your bed with your head in your hands and planning out what you were going to say to him, the front door finally opened and Liam walked in and right up to where you were.

"I'm home, babe." He said as soon as he entered the room, pressing a kiss to your forehead when you looked up. He sat on his side of the bed and began to undress for bed.

"Where have you been?" You stood up, crossing you arms, finally confronting him despite your fear of him.

He chuckled, both nervously and darkly, "Babygirl, what do you mean?" Liam turned to look at you.

"You've been out all day, you haven't answered my calls or replied to my texts, and you didn't leave any notes or messages." You listed them off, making sure to stare directly into his stupid pretty brown eyes.

"Wha - babygirl, I have a job?" He backed himself up, but you had already prepared for this conversation.

"It's Sunday. Your job is out on Sundays." You walked backwards, sitting on your desk chair to keep the distance, because something didn't feel safe about this.

And almost on cue, you heard a metallic click. "What was that?" Your heart dropped, you recognised that click. It may seem stupid, but you had watched enough action movies to know that click belonged to a gun being loaded.

"Liam. What was that?" You pushed your chair back, even though the bullet could reach you in any corner of the room.

A terrifying emptiness took over his features, a hauntingly calm expression. He pulled the gun out of his jacket pocket, standing up and slowly coming towards you while the deadly cold expression stayed on his face.

The space between you and him was big enough for you to stand up from your chair and jump onto the bed. You threw a pillow at him as hard as you could, scared tears starting to develop and fall down your cheeks.

Liam laughed at that, it appeared he found your fear a laughing matter. "Aw, why you crying?" He creeped onto the bed, climbing on top of you and gently pressing the gun to your temple.

The cold metal that was suddenly against your head clicked, and that's when it hit you. He was playing a twisted game of Russian Roulette.

He switched to pressing the gun to his head, and pulled the trigger a few times to no avail. So, he got up and left the room to load the gun with more than one bullet.

But that didn't involve the bang of a gun, and it didn't involve a body thudding to the floor. But it definitely didn't involve a voice saying: "Smallest gun I've ever used."

Several seconds after the voice spoke, you quietly got up and closed the door, crawling back onto your bed and burying your head into a pillow to silently sob into it.

However, your crying session was interrupted by the door opening again. Heavy footsteps walking towards you, the bed sunk from someone's weight behind you.

"Now what happened here?" It was the same voice as before, commenting on the size of the gun. The voice clearly had a filter over it, but it sounded like a male. Stuffing your face further into the cushion, you tensed up when you felt a leather gloved hand gently stroke and pet your side as if the person knew what had just happened and wanted to comfort you.

"Sorry about your boyfriend," Oh, God. "All those muscles didn't help much." Liam was dead, shot and killed.

Whoever it was didn't seem to like the fact that your face was shoved into a pillow, so they grabbed your face by the chin and turned you over to look at them. "Oh, what a pretty thing." Your cheeks had tears marks, and you were still crying.

"Scared, huh?" Now that you were looking at them, it was obvious they were a man. A very broad and tall man, also quite dominant by the looks of it. He had a turmeric yellow hoodie and a black and red ski mask

You sniffled, and the hooded man chuckled and cocked his head before speaking again. "Stop crying." He wiped a tear with his thumb, moving his arm under your back while snaking the other under your waist.

He lifted you in a bridal carry, but you squirmed in his grasp. "That's enough. A gorgeous girl like you shouldn't be in the same house as the dead body of a shit muppet. Is that clear?"

Almost frantically, you used your sweater paws to wipe the tears away. "I want an answer. Preferably a verbal one." the man demanded, and you answered. "Yes." your voice quivered while you spoke.

"There we go." He started walking out of your room and out of the house, into the vast woodland expanse behind your house. "Now, I'm gonna tell you why I did what I did. And you're going to listen." Not once did he put you down.

"I've been stalking your dead boyfriend for three months now, and I only got the order to kill him two days ago." Wait, 'got the order'? What did that mean?

"I didn't need to kill him for another week, but I did it early because of what I saw him do to you, pretty thing." He continued. Oh, he saw everything. "Pointing a gun to your head, laughing at your fear. You don't do that to a woman, especially not your own fucking girlfriend."

You began to stop crying, instead just looking up at him with glassy eyes and rosy cheeks. But after a while you felt a headache build up, and your vision grew blurry and you saw black dots.

"That's it, good girl." That was the last thing you heard.

[xetlynn]

Twilight- Switch of Daylight: Chapter Eleven, Cliffs

(Alice x Reader x Jasper)

[Ten] [Eleven] [Twelve]

Someone knocks on the truck door, startling me. I thought it was going to be Charlie but when it was Jacob instead, my eyebrows furrowed.

He opens the door and forces me to scoot over. I then look at the door to see Bella waving and then entering the house. "You apologized?" I asked, holding myself tightly. Not caring about anything else.

"Yes, and I need to apologize to you as well." He doesn't look me in the eyes as he says this. "It's fine Jake." I shrug it off but he disagrees.

"It's not fine. I didn't understand anything and immediately jumped on you. You're nothing like the Cullens." He says, I look up at him. "Jacob, the Cullens have done nothing to you." I cross my arms, "whatever, that's not the point of this talk. I should've never said those nasty things about you. Your situation... it's pretty serious and I'm sorry." He sincerely says in a soft tone. "I have another thing to bring up to you." He tells me and I nod for him to keep talking, bringing my knees up to my chest as I listened.

"Victoria, that red headed chick. You know she's after Bella-" "Yes I already knew that." I chuckled, "why?" My nose scrunches, confused on why he would bring something up I already obviously know.

"Well you know she's after you too right?" He asks, giving me a serious look and then I see in the forest line, Sam and Paul's wolves poking out. "Yeah, Laurent might've mentioned it." I look back to him, now tensed up from the conversation.

"I don't think it's to kill you though. I think she wants to trigger the curse." Jacob says, he's hesitant though. I think Sam fully explained everything to him for which I'm grateful but he should know I don't think I could ever truly trust him again. "Finish what James was trying to accomplish." I finish Jacob's words. Now thinking it all over. Before he turned me he said he wanted me to turn into a vampire so he could kill me and it would be permanent. But he didn't know if that was actually true.

"She figured out what James wanted to know." I sigh out, putting my head down.

He pulls me into his arms and I actually felt a tear pass my eyes, startling me but nothing that's supposed to make sense is anymore so I ignore it. "I'm scared, Jake." My body trembles as he holds me a little tighter.

"Hey, it's okay." He assures me, "we're gonna keep you safe." Even in the arms of Jacob all I can think about are Alice and Jasper.

The next day I decided to go hunting myself. I haven't gotten to do so in a while and I need to have enough strength to not react to other people's blood.

I'm not going to get into anything gory, of course attacking an animal I try to keep to a minimum due to the guilt I feel. Even if this is the better way I still hate doing this. Yeah, I ate meat as a human but I didn't have to do the killing to eat it. To my left I hear leaves rustling, almost scaring me until I realized it wasn't as close as I thought. Moments later a large body makes its way from the trees. I shake my head, smiling. "Hey Jake, Embry." I acknowledge the one behind him.

Jacob nods his head slightly, coming over to look at the animal I covered with leaves, then turning to look at me. "I uh, feel bad." I rub the back of my neck before wiping the blood from my mouth.

"Still on the search for Victoria?" I question as if I could understand them. I mainly go by body language. Embry huffs meaning they definitely still are. That was until we heard a laugh. Jacob gets in front of me and then we see a glimpse of red hair.

Jacob and Embry go after her as I stand there confused on if I should go help or not, then I remember I told Bella I'd meet her back at the house after hunting.

Racing home I get there to see Bella's truck gone. I begin to panic, using my speed ability to check around the house before thinking next of where she could be.

The guys weren't supposed to allow her to leave so most of them might be chasing after Victoria. I hurry up and  go to the Rez. Fuck, I don't know where she could be around here.

I run to Sam's house, banging on the door like a mad woman. It swings open and his face is furrowed.

"[Name], what happened?" I push past him in the house. "Where's my sister?" I look around, going into the kitchen then searching in other rooms. Only to bump into another woman.

"Sam, what's going on?" The woman asks, I push past her as well, going to go outside but Sam stops me.

"This is [Name], Bella's sister. And what's going on, why are you freaking out?" He questions me, I grow antsy, not wanting to answer him as I was just trying to find my sister. "[Name], what's going-" "Bella, where is she?" I glare at him. "You said you guys were gonna keep her safe, she was supposed to be at the house, where is she?" I start to grip back on his arm, visibly hurting him but I was not doing too goof. "It's okay, she was was just here." Sam attempts to calm me down.

"Yeah, she was looking for Jacob." The girl speaks up, I glance back at her. Then something comes back to me. The cliff. She wanted to cliff dive. "Thank you!" I point to the random woman I've never seen before.

Speeding out of the house, practically ripping my body out of Sam's grasp.

Arriving at the Cliff I look around, seeing Bella's truck parked. I hurry towards the water, Bella's body was falling to the water. "Bella no!!" I scream. She hit the ocean.

"Bella!" I cry out. Moments pass and then her body pops out. A huge relief settles in my body. Panic still over washed my face nonetheless. "Yes!" She laughs. Then a wave crashes over her, pulling her under the water. Without thinking I dive into the water once I hit the water I open my eyes, searching for Bella.

It takes longer than I liked but once I found her, her eyes were closed. I just barely grab her by her sleeve, once I have her I fix my grip to her waist. Swimming out of the water, making sure her head is above it.

Getting onto shore I try to remember what to do. I hear footsteps behind me as I begin CPR. "Oh my god, Bella." It was Jacob behind me, he gets down to his knees as well on the other side of her.

"Bella, please." I beg with her, dread entering my body. Jacob and I lift her torso up, hitting her back. Finally she spits out water.

"Bella!" "Bella can you hear us?" Jacob asks. "[Name]...? Jake?" She's attempting to focus on us, mainly staring at me. Sam stands behind us. "She'll be alright." He tells us, I stand up letting Jacob lecture her as mine will be far far worse.

I go over to Sam.

"Sorry..." I mutter. "Sorry?" His eyes widen slightly, surprised I'm talking to him to begin with. "For pushing past you, searching your house." I say, holding myself. Weirdly just now feeling the water drip from my clothes.

"Who was that girl?" I suddenly ask as he stayed silent after my apology. "That's Emily, Paul's imprint." He informs me.

I nod my head a little bit. "Oh," Was all I said in return before joining Bella and Jacob again.

"Get them home, I'm heading to the hospital, I'll meet you there!" Sam shouts over to Jacob who only nods in return. Sam jogs off.

"Why would you jump? Didn't you notice it's like a hurricane out here? You're lucky [Name] got here in time." Jacob turns back to my sister. "I know. It was stupid- Sam said hospital- someone's hurt?" She asks and then I realized what was said too and we both stare at him waiting for an answer.

"Harry Clearwater had a heart attack." He informs us. I close my eyes, knowing that's going to be heartbreaking for our dad. "Oh my god- does our dad know?"

"He and my dad are both over there." He says. "Will Harry be okay?"

"I don't know. Come on. I'll find you both something dry and drive you guys home." He tells us, helping my sister up. She then falls into my arms and we walk together as I hold her from the side.

Jacob both found us jackets but it was kind of irrelevant for me as I don't feel cold. Bella shivers though so Jacob pulls her close.

"Hundred and eight degrees over here." He smiles, she tucks herself further into him. "Must be nice, never getting cold." She says to the both of us, mainly to Jacob so I stay quiet. "It's a wolf thing." He shrugs it off. "It's a Jacob thing. You're just... warm." She compliments him. "Like the sun." He grins.

I roll my eyes from the subtle flirting he's trying to pull off. "Like the sun." Bella repeats him.

"Which like always comes back. You can count on me." He sincerely tells her. She only nods though. I feel her grow awkward. "There are other cool things about all this, like- I heal fast. Wanna see me stab my hand?" He jokingly messes with her. "Yeah, 'cause that would be fun." She sarcastically responds.

Jacob pulls the truck into our house. "So... this wolf thing's not all bad?" She changes the subject, I still decide to stay quiet. I feel tired almost which is weird but ignored like everything else has been. "It's better. Not that you know. But..." He grows quiet. "But..." She says, egging him on to continue. "It's just... comes so easily to me. More than the other guys."

"That's a good thing, isn't it?" She tilts her head.

"Maybe. Or maybe it makes me less human than the others." I notice him glance at me then back to Bella. It was quick, not exactly intentionally but I saw it.

"Sometimes I'm scared I might disappear, you know? Who I really am." Bella looks him directly in his eyes and this where I take it as a sign to get out of the truck.

They of course noticed it due to Bella's truck being so nosey but they continued with their conversation. I leaned against the truck, wanting to wait for Bella before I went into the house. I closed my eyes thinking about how Bella might not have made it. Moments later Bella opens her truck door but Jacob pushes her back into the trucking slamming her door before grabbing me and leading me back into the vehicle as well. "There's a bloodsucker out there." He says.

"Hey! Excuse me!" I motion to myself, I get a quick apology but then I notice the sense of another as well. "How do you know?" She questions. "He can smell us. Wolves and Vampires have distinct smells." I tell her.

"Yeah, and they reek. Sorry [Name] but it's true. And I'm getting you guys out of here." He pulls out of the driveway, whipping the truck around. "It's not Victoria!" I shout. And both Bella and I look in the driveway again. Realizing who it is. "Yeah, stop, it's not here!" Bella screams.

"Forget it." He shakes his head.

"It's Carlisle's car! They're here. Go back!" Bella orders him but he doesn't listen. "It's a trick-" He floors it so I take Bella, opening the door and jumping out causing Jacob to slam the breaks. I try to careg Bella bridal style, going to run off to the house but Jacob gets in front of us. I slowly put my sister back down. "Stop, you guys gotta come with me." He desperately says to us.

"It's okay. They're my friends." Bella argues. "Jacob something might be wrong if they're back." I plead with him. "Don't you get it? If a Cullen is back here, this is their territory. The Treaty says we can only defend our own lands." He explains to us.

"It's not a war." Bella disagrees. "It is. And you'll only be safe in La Push. I can't protect you here anymore." This isn't about me anymore. I'm only plus one because I'm Bella's sister.

"I don't need you to-" "You're about to cross a line." He cuts her off. "Only if you draw one." Bella states. We begin to move past him but he stops us. "I'm not letting you two do this." He says.

"You don't have a choice. We- I don't belong to you." She says, knowing it will hurt him, and it does. She sees it but she knows she can't take it back. He hands her the keys. "Bye, Bella. I hope you both don't die." Bella flinches from his words, he disappears in the woods. Leaving us in the road so I take the keys from her. Grabbing her arm so we can continue our way to the house.

But as we begins rustling noises start. She freaks out but I smell the scent of who it is and I instantly let Bella go. She screams though, stopping once she sees who it is. "Alice!"

"You're... alive." Alice seems confused. I stand back, completely silent at the sight of her. Bella hugs her. "Oh my god, Alice. You're here." Bella grins. "I heard voices- I didn't think it was you two but- you're alive." She repeats herself from the first time. "You keep saying that." Bella chuckles anxiously.

"I saw you- a vision of you- you jumped off a cliff. I knew I'd be too late but- Why the hell would you try to kill yourself?!" She suddenly grows angry. "I didn't I was cliff diving." Bella corrects her.

"Why?!"

"Um... fun?" Bella even questions it herself, knowing her answer isn't a good one. "That was fun for you." Alice looks her up and down. "Until I hit the water." She nods. "I have never met anyone more prone to life-threatening idiocy... and what is that hideous dog smell on the both of you?" Oh so she can acknowledge my existence.

"Oh, probably Jacob. He's kind of a werewolf."

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[roseofhybrids]

Something I've been thinking about after the "solver is taking over Uzi and she might have to get mercy killed just like her mom" development

A tense situation to be sure, these drones are definitely gonna have a lot to go through with these last 2 episodes. But we can all guess it'll turn out ok in the end on the basis that, that's just how stories tend to go. A meta, non-diegetic reason not to worry.

But I'm looking for a little in universe hope that they'll manage to fix this, and I think I've found one. To explain it, we need to first take a look at Tessa and V. (prepare for a lot of reading, sorry in advance)

So, Tessa has made her thoughts pretty clear during her talk with N. This is a "for the greater good" scenario, it's either kill Uzi or the Absolute Solver kills everyone. Painful but understandable.

But then we have V. When she carries Uzi back to the others, she insists they leave right then and there, and waits for N to join her.

But he hesitates because of what Tessa has told him. V is let in on this fact when Tessa tells him she hasn't been honest with V yet. The fact Tessa says this while comforting N as he hesitates tells V that Tessa said something to him to plant doubt in his mind. It also implies, to N, that V doesn't know the gravity of the situation. But that just isn't true V has just witnessed what Uzi is capable of first hand in the operating room. Hell, she's witnessed a lot of the solver's power first hand. Such as when Uzi attacked her in episode 4, and when CYN mutated her in 5. She knows this thing is dangerous. The look she gives before they leave the operating room, and her reaction to Uzi trying to her powers when they find Doll's trap, says as much.

When Tessa offers to take a look at Uzi. V immediately shows hostility towards her over not controlling the sentinels like she said she could. Then there's her line after Tessa tells N she hasn't been honest with V. It makes sense for her to be mad after Tessa implies she's been keeping something from her. But rather than directing her next question at Tess, and saying something like: "Not honest about what?" or "What haven't you told me?". She instead turns to N and asks, "What did she tell you?" Her tone isn't just angry, it's accusatory. They're interrupted by Uzi waking up, and we get this look between Tessa and V.

A blank stare met with anger and fear.

This scene seems to put Tessa and V on separate sides.

Tessa believes there's no other option but to kill off the infected drones. She doesn't want to kill Uzi, but leaving her alive puts the universe at risk. Tessa's seen what the solver did with CYN. She's seen what it did to her parents, to the other drones, to the Earth, possibly what it did to other planets, and she can't let that happen again.

V on the other hand is protecting Uzi, something that would be pretty uncharacteristic of her before. When Uzi first shows she has her solver powers at the end of episode 3, her first reaction is to take aim with her gun. And in 4, she is shown to be terrified when Uzi turns that arrow into a flesh monster. V was still willing to kill Uzi because she was showing signs of solver infection. She only stopped when N got Uzi to calm down during her rampage. After that she was willing to cover up that Uzi ate her classmates, and now she's willing to give up interrupting CYN's plan, just so they can get an injured Uzi out of there.

Tess is 100% up for killing Uzi if it means saving everyone. V, not so much. It's hard to say that she'd let the universe get destroyed to protect her new friend. But, at the very least, V seems in favor of trying to find another solution.

It's a basically the trolley problem. Tessa's answer is - flip the switch so that only 1 person dies. V's answer is - isn't there another way?

This leaves N in between the two. Where he might have to make that choice (read might as definitely going to, because that's just how stories tend to go).

Do nothing and let 5 people die, or flip a switch so only 1 person dies Do nothing and let the universe be destroyed, or kill your best friend (read friend as love interest, like this is a historical account of two "very good friends". Because while it hasn't been outright been said aloud, that's just how stories tend to go).

So who is N to side with?

And to get what I think will be the answer, we need to look at V's says at the very end of the episode. Her final words to N and Uzi before the elevator falls.

N is yelling out for her to come with them, that they need her. V dismisses this with a simple "nah." Not even a proper no. She just brushes off the idea that they need her to come with them. Up till now, she's been trying to protect N from the truth (she did this in some pretty nasty ways, but that was her intent). But now he knows about the Absolute Solver and what happened back at the manor. He's stood up to both J and V, he's not going to go down without a fight. N doesn't need any protecting, she's willing to let him handle this alone.

Then she turns to Uzi and simply says: "Uzi, I trust you." I think is V saying she trusts that Uzi won't turn out like CYN did. She trusts her to find a way to fix this.

It's because of this that I believe the show is building up to have N side with V on this.

So they'll to stick together, move forward together, or not at all. They can work together to fix this instead of all the murder.

Ok, that's enough quoting the other episodes for parallels

So there you have, just some ideas to hold on to till we see this season end

[6okuto]

I saw "suggestion for cove" i ran here asap. So hear me out hear me out.... In game you only hear about mc and Cove going to school between the steps so i would love to see if you have any headcanon about the two of them hanging school life ( from step 1 age to step 3, you choose what age )

— cove school life hcs

thank you. Thank You. i miss him. like i could just replay the game he's Right There but I Miss Him. i'm saur sorry if any of this doesn't match canon I haven't played in so long. also sorry if my experience doesn't match urs. um. i tried to pick universal experiences

the both of you stay up the night schedules come out to make sure you have classes together. there's quiet celebrations when you match up and groans where you don't

you share anything and everything that happened during your time apart on your way home ! cove has never had your math teacher in his life but from the sheer amount of stories you've shared he hopes he never sets foot in that class

BOOK FAIRS! if you really wanted something he'd offer to help pay for it. he might have gotten one of the cool pens or eraser or something

you're always field trip buddies. you sit on the bus together, you walk around together, it is simply law!

oh my god assemblies where the teachers got seats and the kids didn't. he turns to you and whispers about how unfair it is every year. you agree obviously

THE SCHOOL CHRISTMAS PLAYS ☹️ thinking about little cove singing. help. the songs get stuck in your head after music class so they get stuck in His and

little school valentine's where the both of you get each other the cards/candies they sell. platonic or not—personally i love doing it w friends

god. you know he's going to bee line towards you during group projects. why wouldn't he! he knows how you work, you know how he works, it's perfect like It's Perfect

doodle on his notebook doodle on his notebook do

there's a page where the both of you talk in the back of your notes that's a complete mess but it's lovely

asks you for help on what to say during introductions/ice breaker activities. what he says changes over time of course but he's been using the same base for years atp

school dances might be a bit hectic for him but if you wanted to go he'd definitely try his best . just give him some time and don't pull him into the middle of it all please

depends on if cove was athletic or studious but um. cove protecting you during dodgeball! let's think about this (said by girl who despised every version of dodgeball.)

you know he loved the swimming unit for p.e. like he'd actually be excited to come to school

the Dance unit. every time he'd switch over to being your partner you could see him relax

would Absolutely do the thing where you stand in line in a way so you get put on the same teams. every time the teacher would pull a quick one and you'd be on different teams he'd either sneak onto yours or be very upset.

if the class had an assigned seating chart he'd be very tense walking in before seeing the board. he denies it but you're either going to see him pout or grin at the results so

i don't know how they got to school but If it was a vehicle,, car or bus,, just imagining you dozing off and cove scooting over so you can rest your head on his shoulder ☹️

(the first time he saw you rest against the window he started panicking because of how bumpy the road was and now it's stuck in his mind forever)

walking is still quite lovely though. holding hands on the way to school...please.

you and cove will always wait for each other any day you finish earlier than the other

if you ever forgot your lunch cove is immediately splitting his in half

he'd help you study for your classes even if he wasn't taking them. hand him a quizlet/flashcards/your study guide and you're all set!!

y'know how they'd force you to go outside for recess even if it was cold as shit. i feel like cove tried to hide in the washroom at least Once. he could probably get away with it a few times before getting caught

i think it's up to you what it is but like, having something you do after exams to celebrate and relax. i'm not saying cove uses this as motivation but you know.

and if you ever did particularly bad on one cove would be upset with you because ?? he knows how hard you tried and just wants to cheer you up. always reminds you that you did your best and there's always next time.

gives you a Look when you tell him you stayed up or weren't taking care of yourself. will do everything in his power to help you

depending on what clubs you joined, he'd try to tag along. especially if it was a more chill one and not like, a dance club (😔)

^ though if you were in any kind of performance cove would make sure he could come. smiles to himself when you get on stage like Ok That's Awesome For Me

in my mind if you're dating,, you are The prom couple. even if you aren't voted in, it doesn't take a lot to notice the sea green haired boy and his s/o who he has a soft spot for. come on. there's at least 2 friend groups discussing how you'd win (i have no idea how prom works btw)

you know at the end of elementary + jr. high + high school there'd be those parties or graduation. people, fairly, get upset about leaving their friends. but cove without fail looks at you and is always always grateful for the fact he knows he won't lose you

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[astroels]

Ellie with a s/o on their period who just really wants some comfort from their favorite girl and is also super emotional (I’m a crybaby)😭

I’d kill to have comfort from Ellie cause these cramps are killing me😫

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𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

A/n: this is mostly self indulgent on how I experience my period (I'm also a crybaby)

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When you would mention to Ellie that you got your period, she knew what things she'd have to do. For one, your cramps were excruciating. Any movement made it feel like your stomach was stabbing itself. The only sense of relief you felt was warmth or laying down when it got that bad. Ellie would definitely snake her arms around you in bed when she could to place her hand on your lower belly to try and give you relief.

"Els, it hurts so bad, have we used up our pain relievers for the month?" You'd be laying on your side, in a somewhat fetal position, trying to soothe the ache.

"We have." Ellie would scooch closer, you could feel her warmth radiating off her chest. "but it'll be okay, sweet girl." Ellie snaked her hand under your shirt and place it on your lower abdomen. The warmth from her hands seemed to unravel the nerves that had tensed.

You both slept in that position of Ellie holding your belly and adjusting her position to whenever you adjusted yours for your better comfort.

You never had to worry about your period products being out of stock in the farmhouse. About every three weeks, Ellie made it her personal mission to stock up, knowing that your flow fluctuated from heavy to light whenever it felt like it.

"Ellieee," You'd yell from the restroom, streching out the 'e'.

She'd simply reply with a yelled "Yes?" from where she was

"Do y'know where the pads areee?" was your loud response. Ellie, not wanting to yell, would just come up to the restroom. She'd give a quick knock and come in. "Left 'em in the cabinet," She'd get them for you, seeing you weren't in the position to get up from the toilet.

"Here y'go," You'd give her a cheeky smile. "What would I do without you?" It was a rhetorical question, but you knew how much your words made Ellie feel appreciated.

Sometimes, your period made you too sensitive to everything around you. It could be from the way your shirt felt on you, to the way the object touching your back when you sat down felt. The slightest irritation brought tears to your eyes, you couldn't do anything to help it.

You sat on the couch, teary eyed, as you had tried to clean beforehand, but managed to step on a pin and knock down a glass of water in the process. Almost everything was going wrong, but Ellie was outside, and you didn't want to bother her. Your solution was to cry it out on the couch, waiting for the irritation to leave.

Ellie walked in within a minute, "the sheep were chatty today," she said casually. Once Ellie walked out of the kitchen, looking at you on the couch, hold yourself, she quickly made her way to you. "Hey, what's wrong babe," her voice softening as she sat down and soothed your back.

Your voice came out hoarse, "I d'know Ellie, almost everything." You turned your body to face her, laying your head on the crook of her shoulder, still crying.

Ellie switched her arms around to be cradling you, adjusting to your new position. She played with your hair, made patterns on your skin with her fingers, anything to soothe you. You just held onto her, going comfort in the moment.

"It's okay, baby, it'll be alright." Ellie softly spoke. You loved the gentle way she was with you during times like this

Even if there were many daily events that you and Ellie participated in the farm, she would do the majority of them on your heavy days. She'd let you sleep in, with breakfast in bed. You'd complain just a little, not wanting to be useless. She'd offer you just patch up some clothes in bed, or do some light cleaning, but with breaks she'd encourage.

While Ellie quickly went to fetch the laundry from the clothesline, you decided you wanted to move the coffee table just a little to align better with the fireplace. You started with moving the single armchair to get it out of the way, but Ellie came whilst moving it and rushed towards you.

"Babe." She looked you in the eye to express her exaggeration. "You know you're gonna feel the ache tomorrow even worse, right?" You loudly sighed. "No, I won't, Ellie. I'm a capable woman."

"You are, but I can already hear your complains of your feet and back hurting." She mimicked you isn't a joking tone, you just laughed and playfully hit her. You knew she'd still practically be at your beck and call. "C'mon, we can do it together."

Ellie was gentle with you, and even when it did get rough, she always gave you sweet words of encouragement. Her touch melted into every crack you created within yourself. As playful and rough she could be, you softened her like playdough in your hands.

[zoeykallus]

This may or may not be a request but would Tech let the reader pilot the Maurader? Or you can turn it into a request :)

Aloha!

Hmm, let me try to unfold the scenario in my head...

Tech x Fem!Reader One-shot - The Teacher

Warnings: Mostly Fluff/Slightly Jelly Tech/Cheeky Crosshair

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You're sitting there with tons of data cards and sketches around you. You switch from data card to data card in your holopad, trying to absorb all the information. By now, you already have a headache. Tech has given you plenty of other stuff to learn about flying in general, besides memorizing the Marauder's manual. About fuel composition, about various gravity and zero gravity calculations, about statics and material composition and properties of every part used in the Marauder, including modifications Tech himself has made. Tech is standing in the middle of the room, you're so focused and stressed from all the learning material, you don't even realize he's there. "You look frustrated" You're so startled by his unexpected presence that you throw your holopad at him. With a "Woah," Tech just barely catches it. "Someone's tense," he says with raised eyebrows, handing you back your holopad. "Don't sneak up on me like that, please," you say, taking a deep breath. "I wasn't sneaking," Tech says quietly, "I even knocked, but you didn't respond." You look at him, frowning and critical. "I'm in a study rut. No normal person can memorize all that, especially not that fast" Tech asks deadpan, "So I'm not a normal person?"

You answer without hesitation, "Definitely not, no. You know that too." Tech blinks and shrugs, finally saying, "Okay you might have a point there" "That I'm supposed to learn the manual I understand, partially some of the other stuff too. But why learn all the other extra stuff?" Tech raises his famous explaining finger, pushes aside a couple of the data cards and sits down with you. "As a pilot, you should not only be able to fly, but you should be able to make repairs, in case of emergencies. You should be able to calculate how much your shuttle can take, what you use in energy, fuel and so on" You sigh in frustration, "Okay by me, but what's with these provisions and food calculations? Tech smiles unperturbed and says, "On long trips you often don't have a chance to stop in between. It's important to be adequately supplied for those periods of time." There are so many different things, so damn many numbers, dates, your head slowly spins and the frustration intensifies. "I'll never fly the Marauder, at least not as long as you decide that," you growl silently, dropping your holopad on your bed among all the data cards.

As you get up to leave, Tech grabs your wrist. "Wait," he says gently, "you know I'm not doing this to annoy you, right? Having you learn all these things is not punishment or sabotage, quite the opposite, Love." You turn around with a deep, tired sigh and look at him. He looks up at you, his expression all soft, with a shy little smile. He explains to you matter-of-factly, "These are all things meant to PROTECT you. Piloting a shuttle, no matter where or where to, is always a certain risk. I just want you to be prepared for anything and to be able to respond to any contingency in an emergency." You laugh tiredly and rub your eyes. "Tech, I just wanted to take a turn, not take your place as pilot completely". He gently pulls you back onto the bed by your wrist and pulls you into his long arms and says with amusement, "I'm surprised though how determined you were to immediately throw yourself over all that study material. I didn't expect you to actually do that. You really want to fly the Marauder someday, don't you?" You put your arms around his shoulders and move even closer. With a satisfied smile, you watch his ears turn red. It's a nice feeling to know that you still make him nervous in that special way. "Yes," you say softly and kiss his reddened earlobe.

Tech shivers softly, smiles shyly, and finally says, "Okay, one lap around the planet, with me as co-pilot, then we'll see."

"Easy on the thrusters, Love," Tech says a little nervously. You take some thrust away and ask, "Better?" He nods. "Better." Things are going well, better than you expected. Tech even lets you fly a few maneuvers, though only the easier ones. You notice he's a little tense in the copilot seat the whole time, but he's still surprisingly calm. His commands are gentle and patient, not snappy and nervous as you expected. You grin and say, "You're doing great, Tech." He raises his eyebrows and looks at you, you give him a quick glance and ask, "What is it?" "Wasn't I supposed to say that to you?" You laugh and reply, "Feel free to do so" "You're doing great, Love" "Better than expected?" you want to know. His eyes roam over the console, and he says, "So far the warning light has only flashed once, so yes, way better than expected" "Were you expecting a disaster?" you ask with a laugh. Tech shakes his head and explains, "No not exactly, but I taught Omega to fly, the warning light had blown the first time after her second hour of flying. She's not a bad pilot, but she's downright reckless." "More reckless than you?" you ask, surprised.

"In a way, yes, for a beginner at least. But I'm not reckless, I'd rather call it daring." You laugh and say, "I bet she tried to mimic your wildest maneuvers". Tech smirks as he replies, "Indeed she has". "I'm not surprised. She admires you," you say, smiling. Tech clearly feels pride, yet he says with a wink, "All younger siblings tend to emulate older siblings. Omega also copied everything Hunter did from the beginning. Then when Crosshair rejoined the team, she followed his heels and copied everything. Even chewing toothpicks." The thought is amusing. You know Crosshair well enough to know that he was certainly overwhelmed with it at first and grumbled constantly. "Did she try the 'tech turn' too?" Tech laughs nervously and says, "I've already told Omega that maneuver isn't called that even though I think it's quite flattering. Yes, she tried it and succeeded, much to my chagrin. After the first few hours of flying, I could barely walk straight when I left the Marauder. A roller coaster ride is nothing compared to that." You grin and say, "Maybe I should give the 'tech turn' a try". Tech's eyes get huge. "No, please don't do that. This is only your first practical flying lesson" You laugh and say, "My first lesson? You plan on giving me more of those?"

Tech smiles and says, "Sure. You are doing very well as I said. If you want, I'll give you regular lessons." You beam at him, "That would be great, Tech!" He smiles back in satisfaction. "Then maybe we should practice landing now, because we're running out of fuel. See, here's the display." You follow his finger pointing and nod. He's right, there's not much left in the tank.

The landing is smoother than expected, you are quite pleased with yourself and Tech seems to be too, because he smiles proudly at you. As soon as you open the ramp, you hear footsteps in the Marauder even before you leave the cockpit. Crosshair comes strutting in, a toothpick in his mouth as always. "So? How did our kitten do? How was the first flying lesson?" "Pretty good," you beam. Crosshair smiles back, barely noticeable. "She's got a name," Tech growls. The Sniper shrugs and ignores Tech again. "Saw your landing, not bad for a start". "Thanks. I have a very good instructor" you say cheerfully. Tech tightens up, stands up out of the pilot's seat, and proudly slides his goggles into place. You swing out of the pilot seat and say, "And now I really need to make love to my Instructor"

Tech says without thinking, "Exactly- wait, what? You mean your flight instructor, I hope?" Since Hunter is your hand-to-hand combat instructor, Wrecker is your weapons and explosives instructor, and Crosshair is your sniper rifle instructor, any number of troubling scenarios flash through Tech's mind for a moment. Crosshair allows himself a joke, clicks his tongue and says, "No, she means her sniper teacher, of course." You kick him in the shin, not hard, but firmly. Crosshair growls, "Ouch...still worth it." You gently grab Tech's hand and pull him with you. "What a question! You're the only one I make love to, Tech, you know that" you say laughing. Tech's ears and cheeks are flushed as he says, "I just wanted to make sure."

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[bonny-kookoo]

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𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 [Intro]

In which temptation isn't all that tempting any longer when you give into it every time, and forevers aren't really forever at all.

Main Tags/Warnings: Vampire!Jimin x Reader, Enemies to lovers, mentions of 'being high' (drug usage in a way), mentions of one night stand

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If Jimin was to be described as a sin, he'd be gluttony for sure.

He doesn't deny himself anything, is known to be one to go to if you just want to indulge in nothing but mindless pleasure. He still goes to bloodbanks just to the government doesn't get any whiff of what he's doing behind closed door- but he technically doesn't have to. He gets all the blood he could ever want whenever he wants- more than enough.

A knock is heard on his front door. He gets up slowly, still drowsy from both sleep and his most recent blood high.

His highs, these days, are all disappointing however. Be it his blood high or any kind of orgasm he experiences- it's all just empty. It sours his mood greatly, makes him easily irritated- but it might also be just a sideffect from overconsumption. So when he opens the door he's ready to complain- but he sees no one?

Oh. You're short.

"I- uh-" You stammer, gaze locked onto his naked upper body for a second, before you seem to catch yourself again. "My- my friend stayed over at.. your place and.." You mumble, growing especially uneasy it seems once Jimin leans against the side of his door, mood having switched entirely as he watches you squirm around in front of him. He's always had a thing for shy girls- they always turn out to be the most adventurous later on. "..we have a presentation in like.. an hour and she- didn't text me back so?" You worry, and he chuckles.

"Come in." He simply nods inside, pushing himself off the side of his door. "I'll go wake her up. You can wait here." He tells you, pointing towards a very luxurious looking sofa. You sit down quietly, on the very edge of it- definitely on edge because you're going to be late, and you hate being late. You can hear someone get up and into the shower, before Jimin returns to the living room, laughing at the way you sit, finally at least somewhat covered by a dark red morning robe of some sorts.

Though it's pretty useless, considering he barely tied it shut at all.

"Don't be so tense, darling." He teases, walking towards his kitchenette to grab some water from his fridge. "So, what's that presentation about?" He asks, and you look at your hands rather than him as you think about it. Only now does he notice you've actually taken off your shoes at the front door.

So polite, he thinks to himself. Adorable.

"I uh.. it's, kind of, confidential.." You say, and he walks closer to you, boldly sitting down next to you on his sofa, a lot more relaxed than you are. It makes sense- after all, this is his home, his place, you're simply a guest right now.

"Aw, you can tell me!" He jokes, taking a sip of his water. "I promise I won't tell." He hums charmimgly, watching you with interest.

"No." You deny however, and he feels something bubble up inside him. It's excitement. It's something new.

You're something new.

"Hm, alright then." He shrugs, still looking at you. "Say, have you ever been bitten before?" He asks, and your eyes widen, before you shake your head. "Cute. You look like it, too." He comments.

"What's.. that supposed to mean." You complain, and he chuckles.

"Nothing bad." He promises. "Maybe if I ask nicely, you'll let me have a taste?" He wonders, but much to his surprise, you don't seem at all convinced.

"I'd rather not." You say, looking over at the bedroom where the connected bathroom has opened again. "I'm not interested in these things." You say, and he nods.

"No shame in being traditional I guess." He shrugs. "A bit boring for my taste, but no judgement on my side." He lifts his hands almost in defeat, and you just stay silent.

It's not like you're boring or anything. You just don't want to be used like that anymore.

"Though there's more to it, hm?" Jimin seems to smell your inner turmoil, making you fidget a bit on your spot, fingers playing with the hem of your skirt. He's about to say something when your friend suddenly emerges from the bedroom, making you get up immediately- something that frustrates him yet again. It's not like he had a bad time with your friend- not at all, but she's been nothing but the same as he always gets.

You on the other hand, look like you might be something new.

Something exciting.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry-" You friend whines, searching for her jacket. "-I completely forgot, holy shit, fuck!" She curses, making you giggle a bit to yourself- a sound Jimin instantly picks up on.

"It's fine, don't rush." You comfort her, walking closer to her as if to escape from the vampire in the house. "I have some clothes in my car you can change into at work." You tell her, and she turns towards you to hug you tightly, playfully kissing the side of your cheek. Jimin wonders if you like tender gestures like these.

You'd probably enjoy it slow and sensual, romantic even. Not something he usually goes for- but he could make an exception for you, if you'd let him.

"You're an angel, you know that?" She says, picking up her shoes to slip them back on. "Oh, Jimin- uh" She starts, but he waves her off.

"No worries." He tells her, aware that situations like these tend to be awkward for anyone. "Good luck on your super secret presentation." The vampire teases, and your friend giggles.

"Oh it's about-" She starts, but you hold your hand over her mouth, which looks hilarious considering your friend's height.

Jimin laughs. You're cute. You probably taste sugary sweet, he thinks.

"Say, I know you're not like that." He quotes you, walking closer. "But-"

"No." You tell him yet again, smile gone from your face, before you open the door. "Goodbye. Thank you for taking care of her." You bow politely, before you leave his home, and him behind.

Jimin always gets what he wants.

He's a master manipulator, after all, well skilled in the arts of persuasion. He always gets what he wants and whoever he wants. He doesn't run after anyone. He doesn't have to chase shit if he doesn't want to.

But this time, it seems like the hunt is on.

And his prey is you.

[lemondragoncheesecake]

Bored: General Kai x Reader Smutfic

Kinks: outdoor, spontaneous, riding, roughness, some mild cum inflation, Kai denying you aftercare because he's a jerk, etc.

It was one of those slower days. There wasn't much to do, now that camp had been cleaned up and you and Kai were traveling again- you never knew where, exactly, for the most part you just followed Kai around wherever he felt like going on this strange mission of his. You never minded, really, just enjoying the ride and his company while it lasted.

But it was a slow day, all the same. Boring, dull, just you, him, the road, and the quiet, bland monotony of the forest for miles all around. That, and the intense silence finally got to you. You sighed loudly.

"I'm borrrrrred," you hadn't intended to whine (you know how he felt about whining), but you couldn't help it; besides, even a little irritation from him might be entertaining.

He glanced at you for a moment, frowning, his eyes roaming up and down your body. Your muscles tensed. Then the corner of his lip slowly turned up in a smirk.

"Bored, huh? Maybe I could help with that."

That was far from the expected response. You paused where you were, and then blinked at him for a moment. Your muscles relaxed. But then confusion turned to curiosity, and you returned his smile. "Oh? How so?"

He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you in, his breath warm against your ear. "...Hope you're in the mood."

And with no more than that, he lifted you off your feet and slung you across one of his large shoulders. His head was tilted slightly to the side, avoiding poking you with his horns. The grip he had on you was steady, and one of his hooves squeezed your rear; you didn't have to guess what he wanted. Your face flushed.

He hummed a tune, occasionally bouncing you and chuckling whenever you made a slight grunt or noise of protest. There was a clearing here, isolated save for the ring of trees and brush, and he set you down on a boulder and immediately began to loosen the ties on your clothes. You assisted, heart hammering; oh, this was definitely going to be fun.

For his part, undressing was easier. All he needed to do was take off his belt, and then his cock was free, burgeoning out from his crotch. You saw it, and your legs immediately fell open. Kai chuckled and then gently pinned you against the rock. He wasn't the one for teasing or foreplay, and neither would you have allowed it; you were both impatient, your mutual arousal as sudden as it was consuming, and consume and consummate you did- immediately. He never wasted a second.

Kai released a long, content sigh as he eased his way in, and then he pressed his cheek against yours, the coarse stubble scratching your softer skin. You settled into the stretch with a quiet moan, then wrapped your legs around his broad waist. It had taken much work to get to this point, that he could almost hilt in you, and none of that effort had been easy: but by the gods, was it rewarding.

Then he started thrusting, slowly at first, ensuring you were comfortable and settled before he found a nice pace that suited you both, and the momentum started to build. Kai lifted your leg, placing it over his shoulder. You grunted softly, and then he picked up his pace, hitting some places just right, and you moaned louder. But a little longer, and the position began to wear; the friction on your skin from the rock beneath you was starting to chafe. You winced and reached up, placing a hand on his chest.

"Switch places?" It was a somewhat timid request- it had to be, you never really knew just how Kai would react to certain things, and this was one of them- not that he would ever hurt you physically, of course, such a thing was unthinkable; You just never knew how he'd respond to any given suggestion.

There was a pause. You tensed. He looked down at you for a moment, though those glowing green eyes didn't expose any of his thoughts, even as they searched into yours. You held your breath, wondering to yourself if maybe you had made the wrong suggestion at the wrong time- but then Kai sighed.

"...Alright."

Then he gently pulled all of his length out of you and laid on his back on the ground, patting his thigh invitingly.

You sat up. "...We don't have to," You said, "I was just-"

"Just get up here before I change my mind," he said, but there was nothing genuine in the threat. You obediently climbed up, straddling his waist, and he held his member steady as you lowered yourself onto it, though it was already erect enough.

His cock filled you again, and you bit your lip to suppress a moan- though Kai quickly corrected that. He reached up, pressing one the flat end of the cleft that acted as his thumb against your chin, right under your lower lip. His other hand pushed against your inner thigh, spreading your legs a little bit wider. One thrust upwards, rough, fast, and you let out a much louder cry.

"That's better," he chuckled, and laid his head back down. His hoof squeezed your thigh, running up and down the sensitive skin. "I want you loud. Don't make me force you again."

And you made sure he didn't; soon you were moaning shamelessly, gasping his titles between thrusts, screaming his name, your body trembling from the pleasure he worked out of you.

He tilted his head back, running shallow grooves into the soft dirt with his horns. The motion exposed all of his throat to you, and you took the opportunity to kiss his Adam's apple. A rumbling chuckle was his response. The clefts of his hooves ran into the folds of your hips, and then dug in, keeping a steady purchase on you as you gently moved up and down.

Eventually, the pace began to pick up. His snorts came in quicker and faster, and his grip on you tightened- you were going to have bruises, but you couldn't say you cared. The building surge you felt was causing your muscles to tighten, and you gripped his wrists with all your strength (miniscule, compared to his- you wouldn't even leave a mark) just to hold on to something to keep you grounded- and then he grunted again, a lower sound more like a bellow, and then you were screaming his name, and then your mind went entirely, blissfully blank.

Every nerve was alight with ecstasy. The general grunted again, and you felt his cum filling you, felt him move his hips just to keep it from spilling out, and then there was a sense of perverted pride in you: pride that you could take so much of him, and hold his load.

As soon as you thought it was over, you made to climb off of him, but then his grip on your hips tightened. You looked down at him. He smirked.

"I'm not done with you yet," he growled.

Of course, being a Spirit Warrior had its perks: nearly limitless stamina being but one of them. An excited thrill ran down your spine, and blood rushed to your groin anew. Kai grinned and pulled you back down, and you screamed again in delight. Shame was long gone from you; you were alone, anyway, and even if he was taking you in the middle of a crowded spice market you wouldn't have cared.

Kai used you like an object. His cock pounded up into your core, slamming certain nerve bundles just so, his hips forcing yours to move with them or be bashed- and you loved every second of it- tenfold, when he would stop suddenly, full hilt, just as he came. Sometimes you came first, others he did, and the best times came when you both reached that peak together. It was rough and loud and sloppy, and you couldn't ask for better.

Yet another climax was coming, you could feel it in the way his muscles tensed under you, how his pace suddenly increased; then he groaned, his back arching, hilting right at that sweet, sweet moment.

"There you go," he said, his voice barely more than a low, cocky purr, "full enough? Or should I fill you again?"

Now that he had allowed your nerves time to settle down this time (such rare consideration for your mortal state), you could actually feel the other sensations in your body; the soreness, the ever so slightly painful tinge of the bruises from his grip, bruises he rubbed so gently now...how incredibly, satisfactorily full your belly was.

But you couldn't take any more: that was clear. You were soaked in sweat, shaking, and exhausted. You tried to swallow past a throat gone dry and scratchy from all of your cries and screams of pleasure earlier, tried to answer him, but couldn't get anything out. Kai raised his brows, but the smirk on his face was telling. You swallowed and tried again:

"Th-thank you...Sir, but I think...I don't think I can take anymore."

Kai chuckled and released another sigh- longer, softer and more content than any other thus far. He lifted you slightly, then began to pull out of you, a slow process that made even more of a mess, leaving you strangely empty and sore- though you couldn't say you minded much. You shifted, laying on top of him with your head on the pillow of his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, keeping you warm even as your bodies began to cool.

A soft moment- You catching your breath, only you, him letting you, simply enjoying this as it was- and then you heard a noise. You pressed your ear against his chest. It began to vibrate softly, and then a long, low note began to emit from somewhere deep in his belly. A sound he rarely made, save during moments like this- moments when he was truly content and at peace.

You glanced up at his face. He had his eyes closed, his expression softened in a way you had only ever seen once or twice, again only exclusive to these rare occasions. Beneath you, his chest rose and fell and vibrated at an even, soothing rhythm. He wasn't asleep, though: spirit warriors had no need of sleep.

In a way it was almost as if he was obliging you by pretending to sleep whenever you slept, and letting you lay on him like this while you did it. You were very tired, especially after what just happened, but you couldn't help but stay awake and ask just one more little thing from him. Your hand reached up, gently tugging on his moustache. Kai snorted.

"Still bored?" He grumbled, his eyes still closed.

"Hm. Maybe-" his eyes didn't open, but you felt his grip tighten on you again, and he began to grind against you, your rear pressing against the base of his member. You realized the danger you would unwittingly bring on yourself, and you were quick to correct it. "-I mean- no, but..."

Kai stopped grinding and chuffed. His grip loosened. "Hm. Well, if you want, you could get started on the fun part," he said.

That piqued your curiosity. "Fun part?"

He opened one eye slightly, smirking at you. He cast a glance at the clothes strewn everywhere behind you, and then at the mess between your bodies, then back up at you again. His smirk grew.

You gazed at the mess, realized his meaning, and suddenly you felt very exhausted. With a sigh you laid your head back down on his chest. "...Consider my boredom cured," you said.

Kai chuckled and closed his eye again, rubbing your back. "You're welcome."

[crepesuzette2023]

Hi do you know of any good fics where there is heavy amounts of Jim vs. John? I love the the whole angsty thing where Jim and John fight over Paul but I can’t seem to find any really

There aren't that many I know of, but the two that came to my mind are *really* good.

Baby, it's all relative (@pauls1967moustache) is about Paul's daddy kink and John's very capable feeding of it—but Jim is definitely present, and there is a very interesting moment in which John gets a glimpse of Paul and Jim during an argument...which fuels the sex between them in disturbing ways. Not violent. But. You know. (<- my expertise at avoiding spoilers shines once more). This story also has a fantastic perspective switch to Jim's POV, which humanizes Jim, and brings the fight between John and Jim more to the fore. There is no open confrontation, but passive aggressive Tension™ and heartbreak...

I Need You Darlin' (@beatlessideblog) is from John's POV, and contains a couple of tense and plot-critical confrontations with Jim. This is a novel-length omegaverse story, so make sure this is your thing before embarking on the read—but it's also probably my Desert Island fic, so I kind of vouch for it. It has a separate, stand-alone story from Jim's POV that is truly excellent—again no direct fight, but lots of circling and mutual observations and Father & Son vibes. (What you see is me.)

I'm surprised I can't think of more Jim vs. John battle stories, given how interesting the dynamic is...if anyone can think of one, please add them and help Anon out!