cassandralexxx · 1 year ago
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:( this year the year year and the Catholic year are falling on the same days as it did in 2018
It’s going to be the sixth year anniversary and the first time the days coincide again the way it did that awful day
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moongreenlight · 1 year ago
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“Realistic Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley headcanons” and then it’s just the fun police.
Mdni. Nsfw below cut.
- It makes me want to scoop my fucking brain out with a spoon when people say that Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley is some shy, anxious soft boy. I really do not believe he’d need to be coddled after a nightmare or babied when he’s feeling angsty. He is fine, y’all. Please don’t call paw patrol.
He is a soldier. He’s a war criminal. He is traumatized to the point of numbness. He is fucked up and weird and insane and honestly I think that we should all let everybody have their thing.
I cannot fix him. I do not want to fix him. I can only make him worse.
- Sorry but I just cannot write him having any kind of romantic feelings toward Soap. I like writing their dynamic more brotherly.
Furthest they’ve gone is ‘locker room gay.’
Like Johnny sends him dick pics on occasion because he thinks it’s funny and it pisses Ghost off.
That being said, I do read the occasional Ghoap fic. I’m not a perfect person. Sometimes it’s just yummy delicious.
- Feel like he’s the kind of freak to intentionally go to the gym without headphones. Something about discipline. Opting to just stare at the wall in front of him while he’s doing cardio or counting repetitions of exercises.
But on the rare occasion that he does indulge himself, he has a playlist of like 5-6 songs he likes and when it ends he just goes back to silence. Divorced dad rock. Chorded headphones only.
- Doesn’t have the debilitating commitment issues as people paint him out to have. Just commitment-phobic. Obviously stems from his past. He’s got that sexy deep rooted fear of abandonment or something horrible happening to people he actually lets close to him. But he’s not completely turned off by the idea of romantic attachments or close friends, just a little hesitant to open himself up to that kind of opportunity.
Probably very cagey about romantic partners. Doesn’t want the guys to know about you. Doesn’t keep pictures of you around his bunk or anything like that. He’s worried it’ll somehow compromise your safety. Worried about you getting swept up in his work.
- Women’s rights? Or Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley? I really do think he’d love to have a partner who lets him provide *everything* for them. He just wants to serve and protect. Wants his bird to be in a gilded cage all nice and safe and reliant on him for survival.
Doesn’t even really like the idea of you going to the grocery store by yourself. Would prefer if you just stayed put and tended his home and cooked him meals and let him dote on you and provide everything you could ever need.
- Has a really strange understanding of technology. He’s fine with the newer military stuff. That’s his element. He can do electrical wiring, set up a TV, install security cameras. That’s all whatever. But a cell phone? He doesn’t give a shit enough to keep up with the new updates and all the new things you have to learn when you get a smartphone. Wishes he would have kept a flip phone.
Texts like this: [OK. See youtonight.]
MAYBE has a private Facebook with no profile picture where the only things on his wall are Price wishing him a happy birthday every year.
His camera roll is like; 97 accidental screenshots of his Lock Screen, a few pictures of him and the task force boys, the inside of his pocket (another accident), a sunrise, a few cool things he found on missions, 34 pictures of Soap and Gaz when they took his phone.
- Insufferable in the early stages of trying to date him. Little to no communication other than basically demanding you meet him somewhere. Texting or talking on the phone? Like pulling fucking teeth. You think he’d rather be dead.
It was a headache getting him to go out in the first place. Maybe you worked at a bar where the guys would come to have a drink after a long day. He’s a little stand-offish but he’s handsome and he knows how to banter well enough for you to be persuaded by a coworker to slip him your number after you complained one too many times about a shit hookup or yet another terrible first date. It takes him nearly two weeks to phone you.
“Didn’t think you’d call.”
“Didn’t think I would either.”
He takes you out once, you think he seems sort-of interested, then he doesn’t phone or text you back for three days. You get over it. A few more dates in. You can tell he’s a bit more relaxed. A bit more open. You’re less worried that you’re a terrible conversationalist. Then he goes on a month long deployment without saying anything in advance. Radio fucking silent yet again. You want to tear your hair out. When he finally gets back, he’ll text you something like [Atthat pub you like. Drinks ?] completely out of the blue. You think you may actually go insane.
- Once he’s gotten used to you, it’s like the sole purpose of his life is to be your protector even if you’ve only recently convinced yourself he may want something casual. You’re small and grab-able. He knows how nasty people can be and what think when they see you. He needs to know that you’re taken care of, kept safe from such a scary world.
So he’ll just linger around you. All the time. Standing behind you when you’re at the till at the store, staring down the cashier who was only trying to be friendly when they asked if you had any fun plans for the rest of the day. Big arms folded over his chest. Looming so largely he threatens to eclipse you without taking a single step forward. Eyes burning a hole into the poor person who hastily finishes the transaction without another word.
Walking silently next to you in the evenings after you’re both off work; close enough to brush shoulders, but that’s about it. Listening to you chirp on about your day. Occasionally offering a small grunt of acknowledgement or a few words of interjection. Always walks on the side of the path that he thinks could pose you the most immediate danger. Shielding you from what may lurk in a darkened alley or a hedge or a small thicket of trees.
Scary dog privilege, but like… for when you go to fill your car up with gas in broad daylight in a good part of town and he insists on standing out there with you. ‘Just in case’ If he even lets you out of the car in the first place.
- AND OFF THAT POINT. I think once he’s decided that he’s actually fond of you, it goes from zero to a hundred so fast it makes your head spin.
Like the last time you spoke, it was still unclear on if you were keeping things casual or not and now you’re at dinner and the waiter just asked him if the two of you wanted dessert and Simon just grunts “dunno. Ask the missus.” ??? He sucks so bad I NEED him.
- As much as I love an overly possessive and jealous Simon, I saw this tweet that said “My girlfriend can wear what she wants because she’s a hoe and I knew that before we started dating” and it changed my life.
He’s secure enough not to need to cause a scene if someone makes a pass on you in public. He understands that you’re attractive and that other people are bound to find you attractive too. (Not that he doesn’t still want to pull their fingernails out one by one, threatening them and everything they love for daring to exist near you. He’s just got better control over himself than that. King.)
He knows he’s better than any of your other options. Nobody else could keep you as safe as he could. They don’t know the world like he does. They don’t know how breakable you are. How sweet and naive you can be.
Not to say he isn’t overly jealous and possessive, he just won’t pitch a fit in public.
LIKE dragging him to the bar with your friends and he sits at the table with all of your drinks. Him watching you dancing out of the corner of his eye, seeing some prat come up and grab your ass in passing. Or a group of guys dancing with your friends getting a little *too* close to you for his liking. He doesn’t do anything while the two of you are out- not wanting to ruin your fun. But that night after you’ve gotten back to his flat (He insisted. Closer to the bar. Uber was cheaper.) and he’s tearing your miniskirt off like it’s personally offended him. He’ll be a little rougher. A little more liberal with the marks his mouth leaves on your collarbones and inner thighs. His strong hands will grab at the fat of your hips a little harder than he should- leaving bruises where his fingers dug in. He’ll lean over you while you’re split open with his length, snarling down at you. “Had everyone’s attention tonight, didn’t you, pet?“ “You like havin’ eyes on you?” “Greedy fuckin’ slag.” “Can’t appreciate what you have.” “Need a reminder of who you’ve got to impress.” Maybe he’ll take you in front of a mirror, massive hand fixed on your jaw. Jerking your face up so you have to look at yourself being ruined by him. How pretty and slutty you look when your makeup is ruined by the tears he’s fucking out of you.
- He calls you ‘bird’ or ‘pet’ more often than anything else. A little on the nose for how he treats you. Like you’re some small, frail thing that can’t go a day without him. Stripped of your natural survival instincts and instead leaning on him for support and comfort and food and shelter. Just how he likes it.
GOD he’s a fucking freak. Gross and mean and fucked in the head. Makes my stomach hurt. I hate him. I wish I was schizophrenic so I could vividly hallucinate him.
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xlatiwritesx · 9 months ago
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Serious, serious | CL16
A/N: an F1 imagine 🏎️ !!! Yes, yes, I’m into F1 finally, so I of course had to write something and who else would it be than THE Charles Leclerc. Ngl, this isn’t my best work but I just had to get this idea out of my system 😵‍💫. Hope you guys enjoy it !!
Words: 1.6K
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader
Synopsis: after your first serious scare being an F1 girlfriend, you’re rewarded with a new found emotion.
Time is a funny thing. Humorous, at times. It goes fast or slow as it pleases. Chooses its pace to get on your weakest nerve.
For instance, the past three months flew by. Meeting him, texting for the first time, your first date, your first kiss, attending his first race, getting to know his friends.
It felt as fast as blinking an eye. Or as fast as you were falling for him.
"A Ferrari car is off the track!" The commentator's voice boomed through the TV speakers. You jumped to your feet from the leather couch you were sat on.
"Oh no" the commentator said soon after. Soon after Charles' car crashed into the concrete wall alongside the track.
Your heart fell, your breath quickening at a dangerous rate. You shut your eyes, reminding yourself of what Charles always said to you.
"Crashes happen. All the time. These cars, though, they're meant to protect us. So, crashes aren’t as dangerous as they seem in F1"
"He's okay" you whispered to yourself. However, when you opened your eyes, everyone's face didn't confirm that, though.
"Right?" You asked, looking around the Ferrari unit. Everyone was frozen, eyes glued on the screen that showed smoke coming out of the crashed Ferrari car.
Charles' car.
Your legs moved before you even decided. You ran so fast. Faster than any car still racing out there even though the world seemed to crumble and break into pieces.
You gasped for air, the wind making it colder than usual. You reached a half empty Ferrari station. All those screens deserted. You barely held yourself up. You wondered how bad was it that half the team had to go to the scene.
"Crashes are normal in Formula One. Almost inevitable"
Not when it's the guy that you were realizing meant much more to you than you thought. The thought terrified you. So much terrified you all of a sudden.
"How do I get there?" You didn't realize how panicked you were until you heard yourself speak. The man stared at you in confusion.
"How do I get to the crash?" You urged. You couldn't believe you were saying that.
"Ma'am, you can't just go-“
"No, no! I have to!" You could feel your eyes well with tears.
"It's Charles Leclerc! Hurry!" A group of paramedics ran to their veichle. You ran after them.
"Ma'am this is not allowed-"
"Please!" You begged them.
"I'm sorry, this is for authorized-"
"Y/n!" You turned around, desperate to believe what you were hearing.
"Carlos! Carlos, please tell me he's okay" you ran to the only person that you felt would care enough to tend to your worries.
"They're taking him to the hospital" he sighed, bowing his head, his fingertips barely holding his helmet.
"W-why?" You stuttered. He finally looked at you.
"Let's just go"
You silently followed Carlos to his car after he quickly changed out of his suit. The drive to the hospital drove you insane. So many questions. Wondering about so much, too much at once.
As soon as Carlos parked outside the emergencies, you ran out of the car and through the glass doors, not caring about all the chaos going just outside of them.
"How serious is it?!"
"Do you think Leclerc will be able to go back to racing?!"
"Will he be there for the next race?!"
It was a lot. Too much, even. You wanted to scream them away. Tell them that this wasn't the time to ask all those questions with bright cameras and microphones everywhere. To respect the other patients' and their families' privacy. But you care more about Charles right now. So you kept running until your hands hit the edge of the counter.
"Charles Leclerc just came in" you breathed. The nurse widened her eyes at your state and just pointed to where he was.
You got to his bed in no time, him just lying there, unconscious. You immediately held his hand and the waterworks began. Carlos walked into the curtain closed space and stood in front of the bed, leaning on the edge.
"Hey" he called so quietly. You just kept crying.
"I don't recommend dating a Formula One driver if you'll cry this hard every time he crashes" he said casually. You stopped sobbing and looked up and to your left. You glared. Carlos shrugged.
"Just saying" he said, looking away.
"Carlos!" You whined. He looked at you, but you just went back to looking at Charles.
You noticed some bruises already forming on his hands. You held it tighter. You felt like time was not moving. It just dragged on and on. Carlos stood there. You sat there. Charles laid there. Just like that. For eternity.
"You didn't eat anything. What do you want?" Carlos' voice reminded you of his existence. You slowly turned to look at him, your tears barely dried on your face.
"How can you be so…chill?" You asked. Not in annoyance. Just out of pure curiosity. Carlos frowned at you for a second, before breaking into a fit of laughter. You stared at him blankly, your hand still holding Charles' tightly.
"I'm telling you! This sport is not for the faint of heart!" He waved a warning finger at you and you frowned at him. This time in annoyance.
"We just" he sighed when he stopped laughing, only a smile left behind from it.
"We get used to this. To seeing it. To being victims of it" he said ever so casually that it terrified you. It was terrifying the things passion makes a person do. How far people would go for what they love.
"I'm getting food and you will eat it. Charles would kill me if he woke up to a starving you while I was just hanging here. Deal?" He raised a brow at you. You hesitated, but Carlos kept his gaze. You finally nodded.
"Good. I'll be back in a bit" he said before leaving. You watched him go and something warm filled you. Gratitude.
You were grateful for him staying with you. With Charles. Not all drivers care enough to do that, unfortunately. You didn't notice the smile on your face until a few minutes later. When Charles spoke.
"What's so funny?" He mumbled. Your eyes shot to his and you stood up in an instant.
"Charles?!" You exclaimed, tears filling your eyes for the millionth time today. He just blinked, wincing.
“Who won the race?” He asked, still trying to find his voice.
"Oh my god" you covered your face, walking away from his bed in disbelief.
“Seriously?!” You spun around, crying. You wanted to fight even harder when a smile slowly took form on his tired face.
“Charles do you know how terrified I was?! And all you’re worried about is who won that race?!” You kept scolding. He placed one arm behind his head, still watching you in amusement. You breathed heavily, not bothering to wipe your tears as you crossed your arms over your chest.
You watched him laying there, smiling with his arm under his head, giving him better view of your tear-stained face.
“You know what?” He spoke. You had to walk a step closer so you could hear him clearly.
“I don’t want to know who won the race. I want to know how on earth did I get this lucky” he started.
“Yeah! I’m so glad it just cane down to some bruises. And, and, you’re awake, and you’re talking, and you seem okay!” You rambled, now sitting by his side on the edge of the bed. He chuckled softly at you missing what he meant, raising a hand to wipe your tears, then tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Right when I realized what was happening, there was one thought that kept echoing in my mind” he whispered, suddenly all serious. Your heartbeat quickened, not enjoying the memory of watching him crash and not knowing what he was feeling or if he was going to be okay.
“I just kept thinking ‘fuck. I didn’t get to tell her I love her’” he confessed. You raised your brows slightly, surprised at the sudden confession. You’ve been together for three months now and neither of you had said it, yet.
But there it was. And it felt like the world that crumbled after the race was patched and stitched back to perfect, pristine condition.
You couldn’t help the smile that formed on your lips. Charles smiled as well, his heart monitor exposing how important this moment was to him.
You leaned down and wrapped your arms around his neck carefully, holding him tightly to make up for all the fear of losing him. For all the fear of him not feeling the same way.
“I love you, too, Charles” you whispered.
You held each other for as long as it took for your flushed cheeks and racing hearts to quiet down, giving your new found feelings some sense of privacy.
Once you pulled away, your faces met, less than an inch apart. Charles leaned in. You were grateful there was no heart monitor on you, or that would’ve been the end.
“So, I didn’t know which is your favorite, so I got all flavors-“
Carlos’ voice sent you flying to your feet. Charles sat where he was and pierced his lips shut, staring at nothing in particular.
Carlos’ eyes danced between the two of you and he broke into a grin when he realized.
“I think it finally happened?” Carlos asked, hinting at what you both just confessed to one another. You glanced at Charles just to catch him glancing at you. He cleared his throat and you held back a smile.
“So now it’s serious, serious?” Carlos asked excitedly.
“Serious, serious” you both answered.
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itsmealaiahh · 3 months ago
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"Wrong timing"
A bill kaulitz x fem! reader one shot
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TW: drinking, many mentions of alcohol (of-age drinking), clubbing, profanity, angst. drunk actions, p in v sex, soft, makeup sex, protected sex (👍 be safe my friends), dirty talk, clit stimulation
Request by anon: 2018 Bill x female reader (smut) Bill.and yn have been together for a couple of years he never was that jealous except for one night. Yn goes out for a girls night and it's quite late so Bill text's her asking when she'll be home since he's worried, yn doesn't answer so after a while he checks yn's best friend stories, he sees her kissing another guy , (she was a bit drunk she never drinks usually and thought it was Bill, forgetting he was at home) so Bill drives insanely fast at the club she's in, he doesn't throw a tantrum so she doesn't see him at first, he quickly takes her by her hand driving back home , he's mad but acts cold . Home he'll of course want answers but yn seems to be distacted by how hot he is asking why she did what she did , so everything takes a steamy turn.
Rating: explicit topics ahead, dni if your under 15!! please and thank you
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Drinking and partying wasn't exactly your thing, but when your friends had called asking to go out, of course you accepted. Who were you to turn your friends down?
"You know what, I really needed this!" you exclaim to one of your friends, taking another sip of your drink, a wide smile on your face. Truth was, you really did. You hadn't been able to get out of the house much this week, work was hard and when you got home, all you wanted to do was fall asleep, so a girls night out on the town was much needed.
You finally felt relaxed from the long week, just being able to party with friends and drink was a perfect way to wind down from the stress and exhaustion you had endured. Again, you grabbed your martini, taking one more sip, feeling the alcohol kicking in, making you wobble just a bit. You put the glass back down and kept on dancing, the smile still on your face.
"i'm gonna go to the bathroom!" you shouted to one of your friends, hoping they heard you, before walking off and attempting to find the restrooms. You made your way through the sea of people dancing, eventually reaching the restroom. Taking a minute to calm down and stop sweating, you stayed by the sink, wiping your face with a paper towel and then stepped back out, ready to go back to dancing.
While you were dancing, a man stepped behind you, grabbing onto your hips and beginning to dance with you, your bodies moving together. In your drunken haze, you thought it was bill, and you smiled with joy, turning around and giving the man a kiss right on the lips, wrapping your arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss, his own hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him. You moaned into his mouth, and broke away. When you did, you opened your eyes, and saw that the man wasn't bill.
You gasped, stumbling backwards in shock, realizing what you had just done. You had made out with a complete stranger. In the corner of your eye, your friend had her phone out, looking like she was photographing the entire moment. The feeling of being drunk was now gone, it felt like you were fully sober and panic set in immediately. What was bill even going to think of this? of you? Would he break up with you?
You pushed the man and your friend away, going to try and find a couch to sit on and try to calm your racing heart down. Tears pricked at your eyes, and all you could do was worry. Immense guilt coursed through you, wondering what was even going to happen once you got home.
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Bill sat at home, watching tv and waiting for you to get back, scrolling through instagram reels, trying to pass the time. He went to check your story again, nothing. He was getting increasingly worried about you, wondering if something happened to you at the club. He should've never let you go out, he thought to himself while imagining all the horrible things that could've or could be happening right now while he was at home just lounging around.
He saw your friend had posted something on her story, and when he clicked on it, a wave of emotions crossed him. Anger, hurt, sadness, and most of all jealousy. There you were, your hands wrapped around some douchebag's body, his tongue practically down your throat as you both shared an intense kiss, from what it looked like. He fumed, going to his messages and texting you, his heart beating madly in anger.
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He sent the text, and grabbed his keys, making his way to his car. He was furious. What the fuck were you even doing? His mind raced with hurtful scenarios, his brain thinking of all sorts of things he only wished were not true. You could be fucking this guy right now, he could've taken you home with him, or you could be hurt. He hated all of them, and he hoped you were okay. He sped his way to the club, parking his car and making his way inside, huffing. He searched around the place, desperate to find you, when he saw you on one of the couches, looking like you were freaking out, which you should've been.
He made his way over to you, standing in front of the chair and waiting for you to look up. "b-bill?" You asked hesitantly, hoping this time it was actually Bill and not some rando guy. You looked up, and it was him. "Oh god, you have no idea how grateful i am to see yo-" "save it" he cut you off, his tone cold and unforgiving. "We're going home, now" He said, taking your hand and leading you out of the busy club, the cold air hitting you harshly.
He brought you to the car, going around to his side and starting the engine, waiting for you to get in. He was silent, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white from the pressure. As he drove, he didn't say anything, leaving you to sit in your own guilt, thinking about your actions. You were never drinking again, that was for sure. You tried to apologize multiple times, but he wasn't having it. How could you do that to him? He was always loyal to you, and he tried his best to make you happy, even when he wasn't feeling that great on some days. Getting home was worse. He didn't wait for you, he simply turned off the ignition and walked inside, seemingly forgetting about you which made tears prick at your eyes once more.
You felt horrible for doing this to him. You sulked inside, resisting the urge to run into his arms and sob, but you knew he would push you away if you did. You opened the door, seeing him on the couch, and he didn't spare you a single glance. You walked over to him, taking a seat beside him, ready to explain yourself to him. "you know how much that hurt me? to see you kissing some other man knowing that I love you?" he whispers, his voice full of hurt and pain, and you hate yourself knowing you caused this. "i-i'm sorry bill. I had a few drinks and he just approached me and i-" your voice broke, and a few tears slipped from your eyes.
"i'm so sorry that I hurt you" you sniffle, looking down. "i hate myself for doing that to you, you've always been so perfect to me" you cry, your tone shaky and upset. "I honestly thought he was you, i was just drunk, and when he pulled away, i saw that it wasn't and I couldn't believe myself" You put your head in your hands, wetness filling your palms. You felt arms wrapping around you, pulling you close, and you begin to cry even more.
"So you were drunk and you thought it was me there, and you kissed him?" He asked, trying to figure out what had actually happened. "I'm so sorry" you sob, burying your head into his chest. "You need to prove to me you are sorry. Words are meaningless compared to actions, so what actions do you think you need to do to say you're truly sorry?" Your cheeks flushed at this, and the sadness was quickly buried with embarrassment. "I-i could ride you" you said, stumbling on the words. "That's a start, what else do you think you could do to apologize to me?" "I could, uh, give you a handjob?" "Is that a question, or an answer?
"An answer" you said, a bit more sure now. "Good girl. Is that all you can think of?" "Y-yes" When you gave your answer, he walked you upstairs to your bedroom, standing at the foot of the bed. "Strip" He commanded, and you did as he told. You wanted him to forgive you, so you were ready to do whatever he said.
You stripped from your dress, and then your underwear, waiting for him to speak. He got onto the bed, taking off his shirt which revealed his tattoos, and then his pants, and finally his boxers. He grabbed a condom from the table beside the bed, sliding it onto his length. He gave himself a few quick pumps, all while you watched and waited to be told what to do.
"Get on my lap" He finally spoke, and you did just that. Once properly seated, you slowly slid his cock into you, moaning at the sensation. You took more inside of you, inch by inch, until his balls were seated right under your ass, and then you began to bounce on him. You rolled your hips back and forth, putting your hands on his chest as you rode him.
"You smell like that guy" He said, his nose wrinkling in disgust. He brought your head down, making you kiss him, his hand on the back of your neck. It was a quick kiss, and it was over just as quickly as it started. "Taste like him too" "Then make me taste like you if you hate his scent so much" you whimpered out, clawing at the skin of his chest, his tip consistently running over and over your spot, and you threw your head back in pleasure, going faster and speeding up your pace. "I will" He growled, shoving you down onto his lips, engulfing your own in a heated kiss. Your tongue gave way to his, and you let it explore around, still trying to slide up and down on him.
His hands made their way down your back, his touch sending shivers down your spine, trailing down on your skin until they reached your ass, firmly grabbing it and helping you ride him. You gasped into his mouth, whining his name against his lips, your hips continuously slamming down onto his length which only made your moans louder, and bill swallowed every single one, never once breaking the kiss. "he cupped your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "You're mine, you got that?" He growled, his eyes dark with possession. "And I don't share" You didn't say anything back, it's not like you could've anyway. His dick was hitting all the right spots, and you couldn't speak for shit.
He didn't stop in his actions, gripping your ass so tightly you were sure that there was going to be handprint marks the next day. You gripped his hair, running your hands through it, the black locks in between your fingers as you clung to him. Bill groaned with pleasure, his head falling back onto the pillows. He removed his hands from your body, putting them behind his head as he watched you struggle to move up and down, a small grin on his lips.
As you were trying to get the pace back you had before, your hands going back to his chest, scraping the skin harshly. "That's a good girl. Keep on going, i know you can" You managed a weak nod, feeling yourself getting closer to the edge. His balls slapped softly against your ass, the room filled with all sorts of noises of pure, unadulterated bliss.
"oh god, oh god" You cried out, your walls squeezing him tightly, getting achingly close to your orgasm. "you gonna come on me baby?" you nodded again, your face contorting as you spilled onto his cock, throwing your head back and almost screaming his name. "You did so good" He whispered. You continued to roll your hips back and forth, riding out your high and helping him get to his. "shit" he whispered, his cock twitching inside of you, and he came into the condom with a loud groan, and got off of him, your heart racing and your features sheened with sweat. You laid next to him, your hands reaching down and taking off the condom, tying a knot in it before tossing it to the side.
"am i forgiven?" you asked, trailing a hand down his chest. If you weren't, a handjob would make sure you were. "mhm" he whispered huskily, leaning in to kiss you. "and you learned your lesson?" "i did" you giggle.
"good girl"
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hehehehe thank you anon for the request!! :333
hope you enjoyed and sorry if the end is shit 🤪👍
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kagamesayu · 6 months ago
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I loved ur bimbo x shidou- you wrote him so well omg- pls make more with shidou <33
shidou ryusei x bimbo!reader pt 2
c/w . implied female reader, smut MDNI, fluff, shidou ryusei is INSANELY CRAZY for you wc: 1.2 k a/n . omai gah my first ask 🥹 TY I WAS SO WORRIED I WROTE HIM TOO TAME!! blonde demon fuck 🥰 ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE!! reblogs and comments appreciated ✧*.
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pt 1, pt 2
imagine...
shidou who loves putting a hand on your thigh when he drives. he has the music turned down - probably something from 'hide' - while he rests his cheek against his fist, staring and listening to you rambling about a cute puppy you saw.
the hand on your thigh squeezes and massages the flesh between his fingers absentmindedly. though he's looking at you, he probably isn't thinking about too much (when does he ever though) other than the fact that you look so fucking cute.
your shiny lipgloss, the animated way your hands move when you talk about how the puppy just kept hopping about and licking your 'fingies', how your eyes light up and shine.
he taps his pointer finger against your inner thigh twice, getting your attention, before leaning close, lips puckered. "got me all winded up doll~ ya look soo cute right now~!" and you pause, face turning hot before you giggle and peck his lips.
i hc him to have insane road rage, and you can tell by how angry he is by how he squeezes your thigh.
if it's just a long line, he'll squeeze your knee slightly, pinching and playing with the flesh while waiting for the traffic to move.
however if anyone does anything else like cutting in front of you or stopping suddenly, he immediately becomes to furious. his hand grips onto your thigh harder, digging his fingers into your flesh in an almost bruising grip. he does it both to relieve his rage and to keep you from flying too far away - even with the seat belt keeping you safe.
"these fuckers don't know how to fuckin' drive? almost made my baby fly out the damn car!"
he has a crazy look on his face. this is the only circumstance his hand leaves your thigh. it flies up to the horn, blaring it and staring right at the car that dared to put your safety at risk.
and the poor people who cut in front of you are non the wiser of the demon they angered. shidou will purposely drive to be beside the car and look inside with his piercing eyes.
safe to say the offenders will zoom tf away.
and when they do shidou will look straight at you wide smile on his face. 'praise me!' and what else can you do when your man protects you as well as he has?
anyone driving past your car would think there was a dog inside because of all the howling
shidou who clings and whines when he had to leave your side. every so often he has to go overseas for a match, and you almost always forget to request for day offs.
"my dumb little doll, makin' me suffer for their actions..." he always sulks, pouty as he snuggles deep into your neck.
he hates not having you be his side, hates not being to hold you, touch you, smell you, kiss you. he'd rather die than not be able to be with you.
for the days leading up to his departure he clings onto you. early morning runs are delayed cause he stays in bed longer, either with his cock buried deep inside, having you cockwarm him or with his head between your legs enjoying what little time he had left.
and when the time finally comes for him to leave has a few memorabilia to keep him going through the days. pictures of you, promises of calls every morning, afternoon and night, your undies, the usual!
might explore this more it sounds kinda fun ngl
shidou who loves your trampstamp. you'd gotten it while he was out of the country and took a picture of it to cheer him up.
you'd heard some of your girl friends got it and it made their significant others happy, so you did it too!
what could go wrong?
apparently a lot. the moment shidou saw the picture - accompanied by the text "got a new tattoo! isn't it cute?" - he went feral.
the picture of you in front of the mirror with your shirt off, undies pulled low to show him the fresh ink on your skin, killed shidou ryusei.
immediately he books a flight home. he doesn't care if the match is tomorrow, his doll got him a present and he needs to have them in his arms and on his dick right now.
he texted you that he was coming back but you didn't believe him. he has a match tomorrow, there's no way he's coming home!
oh sweetheart.
and you have no one else to blame other than yourself when he shows up ay the front door, dripping in sweat and lust, demanding you show him the tattoo.
the look he has in his eye is exactly the same as when he's on the field. the same look he has when he wants to shoot a goal. when he explodes.
and there is a goal here. right in front of him.
you.
shidou who makes you swatch new lipstick on him. red, pink, purple, green, he wants you to paint the whole damn rainbow on him with your lips.
you can bet the moment you return from a makeup store - using his money too, of course - he's grabbing you and sitting you on his lap on the couch and making you bring out your haul.
and you show it to him like you're a makeup youtube creator, hand behind the product and reading out the names to shidou. and he nods along, smirking and watching your child-like excitement over your newest palette.
"oh my god ryu!! look!!", you pull out a cute pink eyeshadow palette.
"ooh, that looks cute doll."
"it's the trixie mattel 'girl talk' palette!! i just saw it and had to buy it! look this hot pink is to die for!!"
and he thinks your rambling is cute, he really does, but all he's really excited to see is the new lipstick or lipgloss you bought.
"and look at how pink this lipstick is baby!"
you're too oblivious to realise how much he perked up, hands gripping your sides tighter, expectant look on his face as he watches your hands take out the products.
"i got this pink, and this one which is a little darker, and this one that's sparkly~!"
"well? what're you waitin' for then pretty?"
and that's your cue to start unboxing them, putting them on your lips and marking up your man.
30 minutes is all it takes for you to finish trying out all your new lipsticks. but you're not even focused on swatching it anymore.
now he's looming over your panting form, strings of drool connecting your lips. your eyes are teary, mascara dripping down your face as your hands grip onto his blond hair.
his face is littered with pink kisses. on his lips, his cheeks, his nose, his eyelids, his chin, his neck, everything all the way down to his naked chest is covered in kisses.
he's gorgeous. that's all your dumb little brain can think when he kisses you like this.
she's perfect. is all shidou ryusei can think when you kiss him like this.
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am-i-the-asshole-official · 6 months ago
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AITA for asking my ftm boyfriend to wear a dress while we get it on?
18+ warning, discussions of sex
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So, I (24 he) have been with my boyfriend (20 he) for a little under a year now. He’s an insanely pretty guy, not to say that he’s feminine but he gets a lot of attention.
Think pretty like a young Hugh Dancy when he had that long hair and light facial hair, but with brown eyes and a Greek nose. They honestly look a little similar. He’s a very obviously masculine person. He’s literally in better shape than me and has those nice shoulders and arms.
Alright, that being said, he loves cross dressing in the privacy of my apartment. He has multiple pairs of cute panties with those bows on the front, some Brandy Melville PJ sets, and a few night slips. It’s not a sexual thing, he just likes how he looks in them. And I do too. Wish I could wear those things too but I’m 6' and he’s lucky enough to be 5'2.
Recently, he bought himself this really pretty babydoll silhouette dress that drives me nuts. He jokingly called it coquette (??). For me, it’s that contrast between his masculine physique and + body hair and the girliness of the dress that really gets me. I don’t know. He’s literally ethereal, what can I say? Imagine Hugh Dancy in a cute little dress… yeah.
So, I asked him if he could wear it while we get all lovey. Told him I like seeing that small amount chest hair he’s got peek out of it and stuff, but he suddenly got all quiet. That worried me, so I immediately began to apologize but he kept pulling away and saying that he’s okay. Which he very obviously was not. He left after a few minutes even though we were planning on him staying the night and I spent the evening texting him and crying a little.
This morning, he texted me back and said he’s not mad at me or anything, he just needs to make sense of his emotions and think about some stuff. He told me that a lot of his friends had some bad experiences with past boyfriends who are cis and bisexual like me. Apparently it’s quite common for these sorts of guys to manipulate their transmasc/transgender partners into dressing more feminine or even going by she/her pronouns instead of they or he. Essentially detransitioning them for their own pleasure if that makes sense.
Even his own ex asked him not to get top-surgery and told my boyfriend that he prefers "feminine twink guys".
Thing is, I think his masculinity is beautiful. I love his body hair, I love his masculine frame, I love his muscular legs, I love his scars and what testosterone is doing for him, etc. I could go on for days. I would never have asked something like this if I didn’t know that he’s comfortable with wearing more traditionally feminine stuff beforehand. If anything, it actually accentuates his masculinity.
He said he doesn’t think that I’m like that but he got a little spooked and needs some time. I’m so scared I’m going to lose him. I love him so much.
Is it an asshole move to ask my transgender boyfriend to wear a dress for something so intimate? Should I have been more mindful?
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tiredofthehumanlife · 5 months ago
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So we’re all trans?
Barbie dolls: t4t!Jegulus x genderfluid!reader
Word: 3.3k ish
Summary: James and Regulus are nervy to tell you they’re trans while you are nervy to tell them you’re genderfluid and hilarity ensues
Warnings: Lightning McQueen, Shrek, Spiderman, and Peter Pettigrew mentioned, James is a kale freak, I talked like a lot most of which was not necessary, mentions: shots (testosterone), getting vaccinations, cheating, domestic homicide, medieval torture, your experience with genderfluidity(it’s going to be a word for today) might not align with mine but i kept it as vague as possible, a bit of a Disney channel moment but just like ignore the cringe baby it's fine it adds character, you place your hands on your hips but it's not like “you place your tiny baby girl hands on your voluptuous hips in girly frustration” yk so it works for whatever gender you're feeling🩷, insecure feelings in gender identity, everybody is worried the other is going to break up with them bc they’re trans so it's like hypothetical transphobia, you wear pants, jamie used once, yeah i think thats it please read the author’s note i want to cover all my bases to make sure this doesn’t have unintended messages right okay cool
A/n: I'm going to use the small text bc I'm going to be yapping a lot so I apologize to all the bad vision freaks(I can't see two inches in front of my face) right so I just wanted to say that both James and Regulus had medically assisted transitions (that feels like a right phrasing) reg had top surgery, James takes puberty blockers, and they both take T I just wanted to say that you do not have to take anything or do anything to be valid in your trans identity some people can’t afford surgeries and some people don't want them and everybody is valid (except for those people who are like “me when the trans guy with triple d’s gets mad I mess up their pronouns” they can suck my 12-foot long dick) I just wanted to say this because I didn’t want someone to read this and feel like they don’t count because they didn’t follow these two rich boys’ paths okay awesome
request: right here dickhead
James and Regulus have been dating for years. Strangely enough, they had been taking care of each other since day one. It was truly simple, once they moved in together their acts of service quadrupled. Suddenly James was sitting with Regulus on the edge of the bathtub, gently removing his chest tape. Regulus decided chest tape wasn’t enough, and James was reaching the shelves over Regulus’ elbow height for him. James became a supreme master at making soup while Regulus was in recovery from his top surgery. Eventually, Regulus was healed and extremely joyous. He was wandering around the house with his shirt off just for the hell of it. Regulus was prancing down the porch stairs to get the mail in only his James’ plaid pajama pants and cat slippers.
James was lucky enough to have loving accepting parents. He started puberty blockers early on and eventually, he swapped them out for testosterone so he neglected the want and or perceived need for a top surgery. James, after having years of practice, lost his uneasiness towards the injections. Regulus, however, was extremely terrified of needles. As a kid, he was practically breaking Sirius’ hand from his grip when he needed to get his vaccinations. Before he met James, Sirius would do them for him. Now, Regulus would stand in the kitchen covering his eyes with his forearm and turning away as far as he could. James would inject the shot as fast as possible, rewarding Regulus’ bravery with 80 kisses on his cheek and ice cream.
They were out to their friends, but it wasn’t exactly something mentioned frequently. It didn’t really matter all that much. Barty would call you a dickhead no matter what was in your pants. Marlene was similar but her go-to insult was ‘ bitchey-bitch-bitch-stupid-face’, friends only of course. You can’t have that insane unfiltered language out with strangers. Lily loved everyone, closing off every single phone call with ‘I love you’ even if it was customer service.
Peter was similar although instead he thanked people by saying ‘I appreciate you’. He once mentioned how he was working at a restaurant having a horrible day. He was yelled at more than thrice in a row, and he was certain if someone called him one more bad name he’d burst into tears. Then this woman came in, who appeared to have met the first dinosaur, and she was so kind to him. When she left she said ‘Thanks, baby. I appreciate you.’ And he sobbed in the freezer. Peter immediately engraved it into his dictionary. All their friends knew, but it was like knowing their favorite letter; it’s nice to know but that information doesn’t really come into play very frequently.
Then they met you. Regulus had dragged James to the bookstore. James loved going to the bookstore with Regulus. Regulus liked wandering for hours. He liked scanning the backs and summaries inside the front cover. James liked the bookstore mainly because Regulus liked it. He also liked looking through the cookbooks and workout guides. Sometimes when the story was empty he’d head towards the kid section, squeeze himself into one of the tiny plastic chairs, and do the puzzles. Eventually when Regulus would finish looking, a hefty stack in his arms, he’d find James. Usually, James would brag about how ‘those dumbasses’ had nothing on him. He finished eight puzzles in under a minute. Regulus would remind him the puzzles had six pieces each.
That time was different though. James had looked through all the cookbooks, finding one he liked. James looked at a few of the workout books, getting bored when they said something he didn’t agree with. He finished all the puzzles made for toddlers, and yet his boyfriend still wasn’t done. It was odd. So James went on a search for Regulus. He checked the poetry section first, no Regulus. He went to the fantasy next, no dice. James stalked up and down every aisle. His ears perched up at the sound of Regulus’ voice. It was a bit strange, Regulus didn’t usually volunteer to socially interact with anyone. James assumed he got trapped into small talk, rushing to his boyfriend’s rescue.
James found Regulus actually grinning with a stranger. James didn’t even know he could do that. Regulus was holding a book open, letting you lean to look over his shoulder. You both looked more than excited to finally meet somebody you could talk to about your favorite book. The more James looked at you, the more he understood why Regulus was so happy to talk to you. Delectable was a nasty word to use to describe a person so James opted instead for extremely stunning. Eventually with Regulus’ book opinions and James’ cheesy flirting, their couple grew into a throuple.
Your relationship is a little fresh now. In the way that you had no idea what either of their pajamas looked like but you knew exactly where their spoons were. James and Regulus weren’t entirely sure if you would accept them with open arms if they shared every part of them, including their favorite letter. They stayed silent for the most part, letting you stay ignorant just this once.
You were harboring your own skeleton in the closet. You haven’t told them you are genderfluid, and you haven’t told them how many frustrations that caused. You love who you are but for fucks sake could it be just a smidge easier? Your secret was weighing on you. It was all you could think about while you were out with your two amazing boyfriends. If you told them they could disprove and break up with you on the spot. They could also accept you but an overthinking mind never seems to be optimistic.
Your boyfriends seemed to notice your mood change, worried now you might’ve put together a couple of context clues and realized maybe they aren’t cis. What if now you were disgusted by them? James squashed that idea when Regulus voiced it, though it still lingered with him. Regulus knew James was just trying to relieve him of his worries but Regulus still appreciated his attempt.
Finally, the camel’s back broke and you were heading straight to their shared home. It was edging towards their bedtime the sun had set a couple of hours ago, fully relying on their warm lamps. They both had changed into their matching pajamas; plaid pants and Spiderman t-shirts. Regulus had slippers with tiny cat ears on the top and little cat faces on them. James however had Lighting McQueen slippers that lit up when he took a step. They were cute when he first got them but the novelty wore off rather quickly and now Regulus complains that James’ shoes give him a headache. Regulus settled into the barstool behind the kitchen counter with his reward ice cream. James leaned against the counter across from him, slurping very loudly on his smoothie. James jutted it out to Regulus.
“Want some?” Regulus looked up at James with a raised eyebrow.
“James, if I ever say I want some of your kale and banana smoothie, I give you full permission to assassinate me. Preferably quickly.” James pouted, pointing the lip of his glass back towards himself. Regulus rolled his eyes and took another bite of his ice cream.
“You could’ve just said no, also what did we say about suicide jokes?” James said, pointing over his shoulder at the small whiteboard on the fridge that said ‘6 days without a suicide joke’ in James’ handwriting. Regulus dropped his spoon back into his bowl, feeling particularly peeved at the unjust accusation.
“No, no. That’s not suicide, that's homicide. Two entirely different things. You can’t dock my streak just because you didn’t find the joke funny.” Regulus stuck his finger at James. James pushed Regulus’ finger away, leaning forward to steal a kiss from him. James pulled away, taking another sip of his smoothie as Regulus took another spoonful.
“No offense, babe, but I’m not sure if I know anyone who would find domestic homicide funny,” James added, with his straw still in his mouth. Regulus scoffed.
“That’s because you have lame friends,” James’ jaw dropped in offense at Regulus’ words. “Barty would find it hilarious, and Dorcas would find it mildly amusing.” Regulus retorted, grinning like he won their game. James pressed his lips together in disapproval. As he was opening his mouth to continue the verbal play fight, a knock on their door interrupted him. They both shared a look of confusion. James shrugged, leaving his smoothie on the counter to get to the door.
“See but Barty finds The Pear of Anguish funny,” James argued, his slippers lighting up on his way to the door.
“Barty’s a masochist, I’m not sure what you were expecting when you took him to that museum,” Regulus muttered into his bowl as James peered out the peephole. James hummed in a confused tone, opening the door to find you. You were not in pajamas and you looked rather stressed.
“Hey sweetheart, you okay?” James asked, worry lacing his words. He moved back letting you step into their foyer. Regulus looked up at James’ words. He doesn’t usually greet the door-to-door salesman like that. Regulus quietly joined you two at the door, he understood James’ greeting now but didn’t understand why you were visiting them looking so frazzled. You looked them both up and down, slightly pausing at James’ shoes. You shrugged your coat off, placing it on their coat rack. James found it at a thrift store and Regulus repainted it.
“You two look dashing.” You muttered as you straightened your shirt. Regulus glanced down at his pajamas, suddenly feeling slightly judged. He crossed his arms over the very large print of Spiderman.
“James picked it out,” Regulus whispered, trying to ignore the stinging on his cheeks. James’ chest puffed out, taking a wider stance and pulling at the end of his shirt so you can see the picture better.
“Aren’t we cute?” James said, confidence making him smile brighter. You nodded.
“Yeah, gotta love Spiderman.” You squished your lips together. Even with your words seeming relaxed your nerves were spreading to Regulus. James seemed to taste the uneasiness in the air.
“Are you alright? If this was planned I would’ve gotten you a shirt.” James reached over, rubbing Regulus’ shoulder to give him silent support. You nodded, staring at the ground to take in a deep breath.
“Right yeah. Sorry to drop in on you guys, but I think we need to talk.” You said, giving yourself a breath to steady yourself. Regulus felt his stomach jump into his throat. It felt tighter now, his heartbeat reaching his ears. Regulus glanced over to James, finding he was already looking. James gave him a tiny smile that Regulus could tell was forced.
“Yeah absolutely.” James brightly said, gesturing towards the living room. You lead the way. Regulus moved his hands to the back of his neck, trying to soothe himself. James noticed, grabbing both of Regulus’ shoulders to rub them, waddling behind Regulus. James kissed Regulus on his temple. Regulus reminded himself that even if what he thought was happening was happening, he’d still have James in the end.
Regulus and James settled on the couch, holding onto each other for emotional support. You started pacing in front of them, walking from one end of James’ favorite rug to the other. James intertwined his fingers with Regulus’, letting Regulus fiddle with them in his lap. It was better than biting his nails. ‘I should get a whiteboard for nail biting’ James thought to himself before zoning back in on your rapid pacing. Regulus’ eyes were following you with panic behind his head movements. Your anxiety was dripping out through your hands, slapping them together over and over again. James was starting to worry that Regulus would get hypnotized moving his eyes back and forth like that.
“You know, darling. I learned the hard way that anxious thoughts are like burps; better out than in.” James offered, hoping it would soothe you a little. You paused your pacing behind the coffee table, turning to face James.
“Did you just quote Shrek?” James clenched his jaw, feeling caught. James saw Regulus turning his head slowly to look at him out of the corner of his eye. James let out a nervous and breathy chuckle.
“It’s good advice,” James muttered, slipping further down the couch. You sighed and faced them both. You held your hands behind your back. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath.
“Right okay so I need to come clean to you two, I’ve been hiding something for a while now. It’s been stressing me out a lot and I think I would rather risk our relationship than have to go through this alone.” Regulus squeezed James’ hands tighter. James had flashbacks to Regulus getting a shot at the doctor's office.
“Is there another person?” Regulus abruptly said, cutting into your steady breathing time. You looked up at him shocked, quickly shaking your head.
“Oh, no, no, no. No. I would never do that. I would never cheat on you guys.” You quickly rushed out, like Regulus might implode if you didn’t get it out fast enough. James moved to make a fast joke, pushing a small bit of the thick tension out the door with a broom.
“I haven’t been cheating. Have you, Reg?” James asked with a pained grin. Regulus knew his tactics, joining in to shove some of his anxiety behind a potted plant.
“Not that I’m aware of.” Regulus felt himself let out a strained laugh that came out more like a cat hacking up a hairball. You looked at them both with a worried look. Regulus wanted to settle your nerves, giving you his shining smile. Which was just him showing his teeth with dead eyes. You took a step back, holding both your hands up.
“Okay well don’t do that.” You whispered. Regulus relaxed his face. You shivered, shaking out your worries through your hands.
“I’m just going to say it. It’s a lot of words so maybe just sit quietly and let me spill.” You looked up at them both for their agreement. James sat up straighter, giving you all of his attention. Regulus kept his wide, slightly unsettling, eyes on you. You gave them both an awkward smile.
“I’m genderfluid. Which if you don’t know means my gender kind of flows through like all of them. I’m kind of worried about telling you this because I’m not entirely sure if you’ll still think of me the same.” Your voice cracked. You let out a breathy chuckle wagging your finger towards the ground.
“Oh you cheeky mother fucker, pull it together.” You whispered to yourself. You pushed your shoulders back, speaking again. “And it’s just a little frustrating and confusing because the whole time I’m just second-guessing myself. I just feel like no matter what I do I’m never a hundred percent confident in myself. It’s like I’m sitting there wondering-“
“wondering if you’re valid or if you made it all up?” Regulus asked, somehow making his eyes wider. You looked away from your fiddling hands to stare at him quizzically. You whispered the tiniest agreeance, James was shocked he still heard it. James decided to speak up and comfort your frustrations.
“It’s alright that you feel that way, darling. You’re entirely valid. We’ll love you no matter what, unless it’s murder-“
“Well-“
”No matter what. I want you to be your happiest, whether that be doing naked cartwheels in the backyard or making a fort under the kitchen table. Man, woman, something else, a nice mixture of both, I’m here for you. Confusion and frustration happen all the time it's alright. I think it’s important to just make sure you do whatever makes you happiest for that moment or day.” James explained. As he talked Regulus watched your shoulders sink with relaxation. Your anxious eyebrows slowly retreated back to their resting place, the worry lines on your forehead dissapeared again. James let out his own sigh, glad he got to relax his partner again.
“And on a different note, I’m trans myself so I support you on extreme levels,” James added, giving you a bright smile. Regulus scoffed next to him.
“Oh, you’re trans? Not we’re trans?” James clutched his pearls, reeling back to look at Regulus.
“Well, I’m not going to come out for you. I don’t know if you’re comfortable doing that. It’s not my story to tell.” James said, shaking his head at Regulus. Regulus muttered a few choice words at James under his breath as he turned back to you. You looked to have a million math problems in your head.
“So if we could just wrap back around, you’re both trans?” Regulus and James nodded at your question in sync. You sighed, looking around the living room. You placed your hands on your hips in exasperation.
“Just to clear everything up for those at home, I’ve walking around for weeks anxious up the wazoo for absolutely no reason?” Regulus and James glanced at each other.
“yeah.”
“it appears that way, yes.” Regulus watched you groan and drop your head in your hands.
“To throw my two cents in, it’s totally valid to feel a little discombobulated. Gender is hard and often it’s difficult to figure out what you’re truly feeling, it took me years to realize I wasn't nonbinary. It’s entirely okay that you feel like this.” Regulus said, releasing James’ hand from his grip. James’ shook his hand out, finally getting feeling back in his fingers. You gave Regulus a small smile.
“Regulus, love of my life, can I please eat your face?” Regulus smiled at you, nodding his head. You quickly made your way around the coffee table to lightly peck Regulus’ lips. You moved past Regulus to kiss James as well. You squeezed yourself between the two of them. Regulus rested his head on your shoulder, moving your hand to play with in his lap. James pressed himself against you, smushing his cheek against yours.
“I'm the love of your life too, right?” James asked, his words rolling onto your cheek. You hummed.
“Yes, Jamie.” Regulus interrupted your sweet moment.
“James, do me a favor and go get my ice cream.” James let out a loud gasp, jumping out of his seat and jogging towards the kitchen.
“My smoothie!” You wrapped your arms around Regulus, kissing his temple.
“I wasn’t insulting your shirt before, by the way.” You whispered into his hair. Regulus nodded against your arm.
“Is his smoothie worthy of stealing?” You muttered as quietly as you could so James didn’t hear you. Regulus let out a snort.
“Oh fuck no.” Regulus said before adding “I’ll give you a few bites of my ice cream.” You gasped, smacking a kiss to the apple of his cheek.
“You’re so kind.” Regulus groaned at your words.
“Not really being kind. It’s my reward for being brave, as James said. And I know that was probably scary for you so technically speaking you do deserve some of it. It has nothing to do with me it's just like the rules.” Regulus said, trying to cover up that he might actually have a heart.
“Right, the rules.” Regulus hummed. James soon returned with his smoothie and shockingly two bowls of ice cream. He handed one to you and one to Regulus. You three sat on the couch as you finished your sweet treats and smoothie. Even though technically speaking your reward was already given to you, Regulus’ spoon would randomly stick out toward you. You thanked Regulus with a peck on his cheek after each spoonful. Eventually, when his bowl was empty your spoon would jut out towards him, he was quite brave coming out to you today. James seemed to notice the food sharing, offering up a sip of his smoothie. You and Regulus both grimaced at him in sync before turning back to your bowl.
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has anyone heard of "mint eye" I just got handed a flyer for it but it's so vague and I can't find anything online lmao. are they trying to recruit me into a cult or something
#he also gave me some sort of drink(?) but if it's from a cult I don't really want to drink it #mutuals lmk if I should do a taste test
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Zen selfie from today (via an anonymous source).
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dumbseee · 9 months ago
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prince charming.
in which, i tell you the story of how you met yassine bono.
yassine bono (bounou) x reader.
note: this will flop since he’s criminally underrated, give my boi some love too. i love him so much i HAD to write something for him <3
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you met him at a wedding. he was invited since he was in the same football team as the groom, and you were invited because the bride was your best friend since childhood. going to that wedding, you surely never thought that you’d meet the love of your life there, dressed in this beautiful navy suit, his signature smile plastered on his face at all time. you immediately noticed him, how could you not? he was insanely gorgeous but also a giant next to anyone so it was hard to not notice him.
you found him extremely attractive and your friends also agreed on that and tried to get his attention. but he gently turned them down, thanking them for the compliments and sending them away with a curt smile. when you saw that, you immediately lost hope and chose to not go to talk to him. if he rejected all your beautiful friends, why would he talk to you? of course, you were as beautiful as your friends and people were naturally drawn to you because of your sweet persona and natural charm. but it was hard to fight back all those voices in your head, telling you that he was way out of your league.
you pushed all those negative thoughts and still enjoyed your night, it was your best friend’s wedding after all. and you had a blast, you were so happy for the couple. you even had some eye contacts with yassine. midnight came and you decided that it was time for you to go home, as you were walking to the parking lot to call a taxi, you tripped over literally nothing and scratched your knee pretty badly and also broke your right shoe.
"fuck! that hurts…" you mumbled to yourself, trying to get up but failing miserably. you were so focused on cursing at yourself that you didn’t notice the very tall and handsome man standing next to you. "are you okay?" yassine asked you, kneeling in front of you, face torn with worry. you didn’t even respond to him, too surprised to have your "crush" talk to you and be so close to your face. you also mentally cringed when you realised that he probably saw you fall miserably to the ground. "you’re bleeding. is your ankle okay? can you walk?" he asked again, his fingers brushing against your ankle, making you shiver. you failed miserably at answering him again, which made you slap yourself mentally again because what was wrong with you?
yassine smiled to you and turned around so his back was now facing you. you frowned, not understanding what he was trying to do. "get on my back, i’ll carry you." he tapped his shoulder, of course he was still smiling. "no, don’t worry i can walk!" you immediately stood up, almost loosing your balance because of how fast you got up. yassine also stood up, you could see on his face that he wasn’t buying it, he had his arms crossed and that damn smile on his face. you tried to walk but almost made contact with the pavement again, yassine catching you with his arm. he put his second arm under your legs and carried you, holding your broken shoe in his left hand. "you didn’t need to do that, you know." you were so ashamed of yourself, but would lie if you said that you didn’t enjoy that moment. "i know, but i wanted to. and i wasn’t going to let you alone and injured in the dark." yassine stopped in front of a black sport car, he gently put you down and opened the car, he opened the passenger seat and helped you sit inside. 
long story short, yassine drove you home and secretly kept your broken shoe, because he wanted you to reach out to him so he could see you again. you got his number through your best friend’s husband and immediately texted him. you invited him for dinner at your place and he came with your now fixed shoe. sooner than later, you two became a couple and you couldn’t dream for a better boyfriend than yassine bono. he treated you like the princess you were, showering you with gifts and kisses every time he’d comeback from practice or a game. even if his team lost, he’d comeback to you with his huge smile and collapse on top of you on the couch. "you’re sweating." you said, almost choking under him. "liar. i took a shower." you laughed before he started to tickle you, making you almost die from laughter. he knew how much you hated tickles, but he loved the sound of your laughter and after a bad game, he needed to hear his favourite melody.
yassine was grateful to have you in his life, everyday he’d thank god to have had him play in the same team of your best friend’s future husband, so you two could attend their wedding and meet. yassine was a gentleman, always opening the door for you, always buying you flowers on your first day of period because he saw how painful those were for you, always cooking your favourite meal when he felt like you needed it. when he was away for work, yassine would always facetime you, even after tiring days, he’d never miss your call, or else he’d have a hard time sleeping well.
yassine was the sweetest human being you’ve ever met and you thanked god every day for making you fall in front of him at that wedding.
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radskull-69 · 5 months ago
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Vent? I guess?? More like talking about this INSANE guy omg
This guy has got to be the worst person I have ever fucking met omg
they never respect boundaries, even SIMPLE ones, like: kissing ppl on the cheek without consent, name calling, trauma dumping, touching
and this guy isn’t even confirmed he has autism, which is fine normally. Because neither am I, and so are most people.
but this mother fucker has gone to TWO offical autistic tests and BOTH said he didn’t have it, but the iNtErNeT quiz said he did so I guess he has it-
said I probably have adhd because I have daddy issues???
has kissed me and my bsf on the cheek without asking and when we confronted him he said he has ‘memory issues’ and doesn’t remember it (it happened only hours prior). Then had a panic attack since we ‘cornered him’ (I texted him on discord)
he CONSTANTLY trauma dumps, like he’d just walk up to me and without even saying hello he’d rant about his ‘broken foot’ or how ‘he hasn’t slept for three weeks straight’
and he so obviously fakes every mental illness and disability ever, it’s annoying bruhhhh. He’s half blind, half death, has scoliosis, schizophrenia, Tourette’s, autism, pregnancy? And so much more I can’t even name (none of these are officially confirmed either, and he only ‘uses’ or has the disability randomly on a blue moon when no one is talking to him)
once when I was getting kicked in the legs and being called useless by a shitty friend he laughed along and agreed I was useless, so in our next class we shared I refused to partner with him and just sat down at my desk. I was his only friend in that class but I didn’t care.
he slammed his chair into the desk, cried and ran out the room. When the teacher asked what’s wrong he went on a rant how ‘no body likes him and how he hates the school’, The teacher offered to be his partner but he said no and just ran outside..
then behind my back to my REAL friends he said I was being a cold asshole to him for no reason?
this mother fucker has faked a pregnancy for two years straight.
when I was dating this guy he sent me his kink list and said ‘I’m fucked if he gets horny’. We’re both minors, just started dating, and he knows I’m asexual.
AND THATS NOT EVEN ALL
once we were making some spicy butter chicken at school, and he was in charge of crushing and adding the spice.
when I ate my butter chicken it was really spicy to me, and I know I’m very sensitive to foods and people like to tease me about it. Which is funny and I can laugh along with it.
but this guy just kept and kept on making fun of me nonstop, calling me a pussy for not handling the spice and how I was ‘so white’ for how i was acting.
so I said- ‘maybe since I’m autistic I take it differently then most others?’ And I thought he’d sympathise since he’s also ‘autistic’.
nope.
motherfucker said ‘erm- well- my autistic level is higher then yours so-👆🤓’
WHAT
what does that got to do with ANYTHING!?? And you don’t even have a confirmed ‘autistic level’, neither do I?? What even is that!??
I hate this guy so muchhhh, the ONLY reason I keep him around in the friend group is because I’m worried he’ll victim blame himself again and make me look bad. Also because as cruel as it sounds, the drama he brings is so entertaining.
luckily my friend group agrees this guy is toxic as fuck and annoying, I’m planning on cutting him from the group the next time he does something fucked up to me again so I can call him out.
because dear GOD is he so annoying..
Idk why I even dated him bruh.. I think he’s what made me aro-ace and that not all relationships are just ‘friendships with extra hand holding’
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atrashcanraccoon · 1 year ago
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this is a product of my inability to stop imagining and a lot of brain beating because college isn't going easy on me.
inspired by a prompt on instagram that had me feral with the possibilities.
also yes, i'm putting it up in parts bc it's more fun that way. this is a cleaned up, edited ver. of what i've posted on IG.
happy reading <3 (under the cut)
"I haven't seen him in a few days, but that's like, normal for him, it's not a big deal, he'll show up when he wants to," said the hero's love interest, as she tucked her hair behind her ears and looked at her lover in confusion. "He does this all the time, right?"
The hero hummed in agreement. "I should've known that he's gonna pull something like this. Let's hope the idiot resurfaces with his dumb jokes sooner than later."
The comic relief hasn't been meeting his friends for a week now. If you ask, the hero would tell you that comic was pretty unpredictable and he goes off grid for days on end. Hero's love interest would tell you that despite being best friends, Comic and Hero didn't exactly meet each other often (is it because Hero never really had time for his friend? Is it because Comic never really felt appreciated by Hero? We'd never know, but Hero's lover had her doubts).
The last time Hero and his lover had seen him was on their two year anniversary. Comic had helped Hero organise a little picnic and a pillow-fort-movie date after. That afternoon, Comic had bid goodbye to the couple and told them that he'd be busy the entire next week because apparently 'the education system is a conman and we're all being scammed'.
Hero hadn't thought much about Comic's inactivity, seemingly used to it, but as texts from his best friend were also far and few in between, he grew worried. His lover took great pains to assuage his fears but the only thing that really helped with the stress was fighting Villain.
Villain was an enigma. His motives were virtually unknown, considering the man always kept spewing bullshit about how he loves a little touch of public nuisance because it's fun. Hero's main vendetta against Villain was due to the latter's penchant for being an annoyance to society. Villain had once set fire to all the staff rooms of the city's schools at night, forcing the institutes to shut down for a week for a renovation. The media uproar was insane and Hero was hounded by journalists for weeks because of his late arrival to the scene of crime (not his fault- he had assignments to finish. Post-graduate studies aren't easy. Real life sucks).
Time went on and so did Villain's terror- and in a bid to protect the city from him, Hero devoted more time and resources to attempt capturing him. Somewhere, even Hero forgot that he hadn't heard from Comic in over a month.
That evening, after his latest stunt (minor bank robbery, because the manager had challenged every criminal in the city by bragging about his brand new security measures and Villain loves taking annoying people down a notch), he returned to his lair, feeling hopelessly empty, of sorts. Of course, the fight with Hero was everything he needed to scratch the itch that'd been taunting him for days, but something was missing.
He pulled up the news coverage of that day's mayhem. Something.... something is missing. I don't like it. I don't like it one bit.
His thoughts screeched to a halt when he noticed the lack of someone's presence. Almost in a frenzy, he began opening tabs of footage and media coverage of his fights with the hero of the past month. He's - Comic- what? Where's Comic? What?!
Villain would be the first to admit that apart from the occasional lawlessness and laying waste to the city (because property damage is infinitely more satisfying than bodily harm), his main source of childlike joy was seeing Hero gawp like a fool when his friend, the comic relief exchanged beautiful quips with Villain. He also wouldn't exactly tell you this, but the sheer glee of meeting someone who gives as good as he gets is unparalleled.
Like this one time, amidst a cute little Italian bistro that was then in ruins after the initial scuffle, Villain was delivering his prepared monologue because Hero actually gives him time to speak (which, personally, he thinks is fucking stupid). He'd just finished making a powerful statement about serving real justice when Comic had blinked, and giggled (the cute guy giggled) then said, "The only thing you're serving right now is spaghetti with a side of bloodied shoulder. I don't see how that's a good look on you."
Hero had then tried to shush his friend, a horrified look on his face, but Comic gave him a face that suggested that he's taking none of that and then proceeded to stare into Villain's soul, a goofy smirk gracing his face.
That was it. Villain was falling in love.
Not a day goes by where Villain hopes that he could ask the cute funny guy out on a cute little date without the whole 'i'm a bad guy and you're the good guy's best friend-slash-comic-relief' situation.
But fact remained that Comic hadn't been seen for over a month and as far as Villain was concerned, that's a month too long. He growled to one of his men, "Get me the city's surveillance footage of the past month."
The henchman was confounded. "But sir, I don't see why-"
"I don't pay you to question me, boy, do what I said. Now!" he barked, his displeasure and confusion shining through. The henchman (his name is Steve) slowly backed away and was leaving with a frown.
Maybe I was too harsh. With this thought in his head, Villain called out, "Steve, my good man, forgive me for snapping at you."
Steve bowed his head almost reverentially and smiled. "Don't ask for forgiveness sir, I respect you immensely. I will get you the footage you require."
"Thank you, Steve. If you could hurry."
Villain sighed, not knowing what to think or expect. He understands the impasse he's at - his rival's best friend is missing, but Hero seemingly doesn't give a shit, or he's unaware (debatable). The only one who was mildly concerned was Hero's girl and Villain's sure that even she'd given up. He doubts that Hero has any other friends, making it weirder that he's not turning the city upside down looking for his best friend.
It's almost like he's the only one who is trying to do something about all this, albeit late.
Steve came back with a tablet with the footage and handed it to Villain. "Do you need me to get you anything else, sir?"
"A cup of tea, no sugar, please."
"Yes sir, right away."
Villain settled down to examine the footage. It was gonna be a long night.
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this was part one, lmk what you think (ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)
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profound-imagination · 2 years ago
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Little Witch - Ruhn Danaan
A/N - Back with some more Ruhn while I figure out the next part of my Eris Vanserra fic! Enjoy!❤️
T/W - Talk of injury, captivity and torture! Please keep yourselves safe while reading! ❤️
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Ruhn's body was breaking, he wasn't sure how many more of these sessions with Pollux and Lidia he could take. Lidia who he had come to save, to protect, Lidia who had betrayed him in the end. Lidia who he could still feel in his mind, screaming for him. Lidia who made him feel alive, just like you did. What was worse is that his mind was breaking, he was going insane, he'd see you when you weren't supposed to be there, like a ghost, appearing in his worst moments, when the pain was too much and his body was about to give out or when his mind was about to shatter but you were safe, with his brothers, protected. Dec always had a plan, he'd have gotten you all out safely and Flynn was a warrior who would've fought to the end to keep all of you safe. Not to mention the unofficial Alpha and the Mer that adored you as well, no, no one would touch you, they'd have to get through his friends first.
You were powerful, he knew that much, it was the reason the Witches were so scared of you. The reason they'd kept you locked away for so much of your life. The reason they kept the nullifying bracelets on your arms. He could still hear you crying, screaming in pain as he held you while Dec removed them as carefully as he could. He could still see the dazzling smile on your face as Ithan ran barefoot with you through the forest and when Tharion took you into the water for the first time as you clung onto the Mer's neck for dear life. The gasp that escaped you when you sat with him and let him play you all his favourite songs, how you'd pulled him to his feet and danced with him. Your shy smile as you took in all the books in his room, he'd told you to take your pick and he often found you sitting on his bedroom floor reading, worried about taking them out of his room, he told you that you could take them and read them wherever you wanted. How you'd looked at him like he'd hung the stars for you. He supposed in your world, he had, coming to get you at Hypaxia's request, her second sister, her youngest sister who had been kept in captivity, she knew the other Witches would never accept you, so in came Ruhn, like a knight in shining armor to free you. 
It had taken you a while to adjust to living in the house with them, you'd jump at loud noises and look ashamed if one of them found you eating despite the fact Ruhn and Flynn had filled the cupboards for you. You were skeletal when you first started living with them so there was always food around. You didn't speak, you still didn't at least not out loud. Dec was the first to break through to you, handing you a phone and sitting there explaining how to use it, telling you if you didn't want to speak then that was fine, but if you ever needed anything to click messages, pick which one of them you wanted and to type out what you needed. You smiled at him softly and he left you to your book, moving back over to the other sofa. He'd received a text 10 minutes later. "Thank you, Declan." He beamed and texted you back, if this is how you wanted to communicate, he'd go along with it. "You're welcome."
Ruhn received a text 3 days later, he'd always been able to communicate with you without words, without speaking into your mind, he'd tried it once and it had terrified you, hearing his voice in your head, but he just knew with you and you just knew with him, he couldn't quite believe the bond the two of you had built without you saying one word to him. It was the middle of the night, he'd just gotten home from Aux duty returning in the early hours and leaving again a few hours after as had become his routine as of late and he was fully expecting you to be asleep, as you usually were at this time when he returned home. He'd just stepped into his room, peeling his shirt from his body and unbuckling his belt to head straight into the shower after his long day when his phone buzzed on his night stand where he'd left it. "I miss you." Was all it said, he smiled slightly, it had made him feel good to know he was on your mind as much as you were on his. He typed a quick response. "Why are you still awake? I miss you too." Your reply came instantly "Waiting for you." Ruhn had never showered so quickly in his life. He was drying his hair with a towel when you appeared in his doorway, two mugs of hot chocolate in your hands, smiling crookedly at him. Gods he loved that smile, he stood and approached you, taking the mugs out of your hands and ushering you into the room, closing the door behind you, he knew this was your favourite place to be, that you felt safest in his room, he'd never asked why, not wanting to push you away, he'd never admit it, but those nights when he came home and you were asleep in his bed, those nights were his favourite. 
Then he met Agent Daybright & everything changed. 
The chair he was tied to toppled as Lidia Cervos delivered a nasty kick to his chest, something crunched under her foot, ribs most likely and Ruhn turned his head to the side and spat out the blood that filled his mouth. He wanted to die, he was ready to die. He'd taken more than enough, his body weak and broken, and he was sure his mind was broken beyond repair as you flickered into his cell. He knew he was going insane when you spoke. "Ruhn." His name, he'd never heard you say it and he knew in that moment that you'd ruined him. His name would never sound as good coming from another. "Ruhn, I'm here." You said gently, your voice was like a melody as you knelt in front of him, tears lining your eyes. "You aren't real." He forced the words out. "I am, I'm here with you, I'm astral projecting." He looked at you for a second before saying. "Witches can't do that without a familiar that comes with them." You brushed his hair out of his face and hauled his chair upright, undoing the bindings at his wrists and feet. "Ithan's a wolf." It clicked in his brain then. "Ithan's wolf is your familiar?" You nodded as the wolf, as Ithan, entered the cell as well and sat by the door. "We've been practicing, I know you've seen me before, they're coming, Ruhn. Flynn, Dec and Tharion are coming for you. Ithan and I will stay until they get here." He couldn't quite believe the words coming out of your mouth. "Ithan gave up the opportunity to be an alpha to be your familiar?" You smiled his favourite smile. "Ithan did it for you, Ruhn. You saved him while he was drowning, so he's helping to save you, he's a shifter so he's not bound to me like normal familiars are, but his wolf responds to me as well as to him now." 
Ruhn reached for you, despite the pain it caused him to do so and his hand went straight through you. "Your nose is bleeding." He said and you touched your nose. "I've been here a bit too long, used too much power to touch you and to undo your binds." He opened his mouth to tell you to go but you beat him to it. "I'll go when they get to you, not a minute before, last time I left you ran off to save a girl and got caught." He closed his eyes as the memories played in his mind, the broken look on your face when he told you about her, his plans to meet her at the ball he'd promised to take you too, that Bryce had taken you shopping and bought you a dress to wear for. You didn't go to the ball, locking yourself in your room instead. He could still see the disappointment in his sister's face when she sighed and said. "She picked that dress for you Ruhn." He didn't understand then, he did now as he watched you bleed to stay with him. He watched you look around the cell, he knew Lidia was an uncomfortable subject for you, he'd pushed you away due to whatever it was he had with her. It was about to be made worse. "Where is she by the way, so I can tell the others so they can get her out as well?" Ruhn shook his head. "She's The Hind, she's the one that did this to me." Your mouth fell open. "My sister. My sister was who you were with in your mind? She did this to you?" He watched as your fists clenched and nodded weakly. "We still need to get her out, don't we?" Your voice cracking, he nodded again. 
He could hear them now, his brothers coming down the hall for him. "Y/N?" He said and you met his eyes. "Don't ever stop speaking to me?" You smiled softly and nodded as Ithan took up a defensive stance at the door. Dec was the first through the cell door. "Easy pup, it's us." He relaxed and the wolf trotted to your side. "See you at home, Ruhn." The others faltered at your voice, just for a second and then you were gone, Ithan going with you as his brothers descended on him to get him out of the hell he'd been living for the last few weeks, or months, he wasn't sure. 
It felt like a lifetime before they arrived at a house that Ruhn didn't recognise, Cormac had organised a safehouse in the middle of nowhere he'd learned, he'd also learned his cousin had died for Bryce, died to help his sister. He didn't dwell on the loss for too long, he couldn't because there you were, sprinting out of the front door and straight at him. His breath caught as he saw the look on your face, one he hadn't seen since he'd told you about Day. He couldn't brace his body for the impact, he didn't have the strength, but Flynn was there, catching you both before you toppled the floor. He was ready for the pain though, he'd take it if it meant you let him back in. He hissed in pain as you collided with him and tried to pull back instantly realising you'd hurt him, he didn't allow it, wrapping his tattooed arms around you like a vice, keeping you close to his body, inhaling your scent. "Hello, Little Witch." He murmured into your hair, his voice weak and laced with pain. "Hello, Princeling." You murmured back into his chest. He refused to let you go, walking you into the house, still wrapped in his arms, he'd have picked you up if he had the strength but he didn't, so instead you walked with him, clumsily, falling over his feet. He stilled as he entered the house and came face to face with Lidia. His arms dropped from around you immediately. "She led me out." Lidia said, approaching the two of you. "I'm so sorry, Night." 
"We need a healer." Dec said quietly once they had situated Ruhn on the sofa, you had said no more words since your greeting to him, opting to stay by the archway into the living room. "I can do it." Every head in the room swiveled towards you. "She talks!" Flynn cheered as Dec elbowed him in the ribs. "You're weak from the projecting." Ithan said. "You were there for too long, pushed too hard." You cringed at him ratting you out and you watched Ruhn tense. "I can do it." You said again. "No." Your head snapped to Ruhn. "I can do it, let me do it." It was Lidia who spoke next. "Do it, heal him." She placed a hand on Ruhn's damaged face. "Please Ruhn." He nodded.
Of course he'd do it for her you thought as you pushed off the archway. "We need space, everyone out, Dec, you stay, you can help." Dec nodded as the others left to the kitchen. Lidia didn't move towards the kitchen, instead she sat next to him on the sofa and began removing his shirt. It made you sick. She'd done this before and you knew it. It may have broken you but Ruhn had always been honest with you. Telling you about her before his friends. You don't know what you had expected when your feelings developed for him, for him to have them back? To fall for a witch who was too strong for her own people, who couldn't control her own power? Who had suffered so much neglect that she chose not to speak anymore? The only reason you were speaking now was for him, once healed you'd go back to your silence. 
You pushed those thoughts out of your head and focused on the job at hand, his skin was mottled, purples, reds and yellows covered almost every inch of him and you couldn't help yourself as you snapped at the blonde sitting next to him. "Are you proud of yourself?" She looked shocked. "Y/N" Ruhn croaked out, a slight tinge of warning in his tone but you continued anyways, healing as you went. "All you do is destroy things, break things, look at what you've done to him!" You could feel your power thrumming in your veins. Ruhn's hand grabbed your arm, stopping your movement, your eyes met his momentarily, warnings swam in his gaze. "And still he defends you! You must be really good on your back." That was the final straw. "Enough!" Ruhn's voice was clear now, even though it took everything left in him to make it so. "Dec can finish healing me Y/N. Go." He pulled you back as you went to leave. "Don't ever speak to her like that again. I won't hesitate to send you back to the Witches."
You span on your heel and left the same way the others did, you didn't stop in the kitchen where they were, you carried on through the back door and ran, you made it halfway down the huge lawn of the safehouse before you crashed to your knees and screamed, fists hitting the ground and it split from the impact of your power. Thunder crashed and rain poured, wind whipped around you in a fury and still you screamed, screamed until your throat was hoarse and you could scream no more. Only the storm remained as you dragged yourself to your feet, you were exhausted and there they all were, watching from the window. Ruhn leaning on Lidia for support, her leaning into him for comfort, you watched as Ithan pulled his arm out of Flynn's grip and ran at you, shifting as he went. You couldn't go back into the house, not yet, not while they were awake, not while Ruhn was looking at you like saving you was a big mistake. Thankfully the rain hid your tears. You turned away from them, from your friends and ran despite the exhaustion towards the forest that loomed at the edge of the garden. You could hear Ithan behind you and you heard Lidia say "Leave her Ruhn, the wolf has got her." 
You ran until your legs gave out and you crashed to the forest floor, you didn't even attempt to save yourself, to put your hands out to soften the fall, you just let yourself hit the floor. You sobbed as you pulled your knees into your chest. Ithan was tall as a male, big even, as a wolf he was massive. He curled his wolf form around you as best he could, trying to bring you any ounce of comfort he could and you sobbed into his fur. Ruhn's voice floated into your head. "Come back." You ignored him. "Y/N, come back to the house." You ignored him again. "You said you wouldn't stop speaking to me." He tried again, sounding more irritated with each attempt. "I can't." You finally answered, even in your mind your voice sounded pathetic and you could've sworn he sighed into your mind. "Can't speak to me or come back?" You tried your best to stop your voice from breaking but it did anyway as you replied. "I don't want to talk anymore. It was better when I was silent. I can't come back, not when you looked at me like you should've left me with the Witches." There was silence for a minute and his voice was gentle now. "Please come home, I need you with me. I need someone I know is real." You couldn't keep the sound of your sobs out of your mind anymore and they flowed into Ruhn's head like a river as you croaked a reply. "You have Lidia. I got her out for you." And then pushed him out of your head before he could respond. 
How you'd fallen asleep on the forest floor in the middle of a storm you'd never know, you had a sneaking suspicion your body had just given out on you. You woke as someone pulled you into their arms. Your eyes shot open and Tharion's eyes studied you. "Oh little one, what have you done to yourself?" He asked, a thumb brushing along the grazes on your face from where you'd hit the floor. "He hates me." You whimpered. "Who?" He asked, genuine confusion filling his voice. "Ruhn, he wishes he never saved me." Tears spilled down your cheeks again. "Ruhn's worried about you, little one, we all are." You shook your head. "He hates me, he's going to send me back to them, he's got the sister he wants now." You whimpered again. You were still exhausted, so you didn't fight, you just let the Mer carry you back to the house, you feigned sleep, burying your head into Tharion's neck. 
"Leave it, Ruhn, not now." Tharion's voice was full of warning. "Is she okay?" You heard the prince ask. "She ran through the woods barefoot, she exhausted her power to help you and then pushed past that when she lost it, she's got grazes all over her face and arms and thinks you hate her, she thinks you'll give her back to the witches, what do you think?" Ruhn didn't respond and you knew he was following Tharion up the stairs, they both stopped again and you felt a kiss be placed on the back of your head. "I'll fix this, Little Witch." Ruhn said into your hair and you watched over Tharion's shoulder as he walked you towards your room, Ruhn entered his own, Lidia stood in one of his t-shirts, wrapping her arms around him and you watched him relax in her embrace. Your eyes met Ithan's still in his wolf form and you could've sworn the wolf looked sad for you.
You'd convinced your two fierce protectors to leave you, to let you be alone, sleep was not coming easily even though exhaustion was eating away at you. You sighed and checked your phone and found 3 messages. The first and second from when you ran, the third from 5 minutes ago. 
Tristan Flynn: Screw him, Dec and I will always love you. 
Declan Emmett: I'm here for you, Y/N. We all are. Flynn and I will always love you. 
Ruhn Danaan: I fucked up. I know I fucked up. I'm fucked up. You were there when I was ready to break, you kept me fighting. I don't deserve something as good and as innocent as you, my sweet little witch but I'm too selfish to give you up. Even after I said those despicable words to you tonight I asked you to come back, told you that I needed you after I broke you not even an hour before in defense of your sister. I know you saw her in my room, you forget you've slept in my bed, I know how you breathe when you truly are asleep, she's not here, she got changed in here and found one of the spare rooms to claim as her own. I wish I could explain what it was like down there, why Lidia did what she did to me and why I defended her like I did, but it isn't a story for me alone to tell. I'm so sorry for what I said to you. I'd never send you back, never. There's nothing you could ever do to make me want you anywhere other than at my side. I hope in time I can earn your forgiveness but I fully expect you to make me earn it. Until then, please know, I belong to no one but you. 
Tears were falling down your cheeks again but you had to see she wasn't there for yourself, you smoothed Ithan's shirt that you had decided to sleep in instead of one of Ruhn's unable to face it, and padded as quietly as you could down the hallway, phone in hand to his room and pushed the door open. His head shot up and his eyes met yours. His bruises still made you cringe, they covered his face, his neck, his chest and you were sure even further. He said nothing, he stayed where he was, sat on the edge of his bed, waiting for you to say anything. You raised your phone, making your intent clear as his right arm moved to search the bed for his, he didn't once stop looking at you. 
You: Do you really mean that?
Ruhn Danaan: Yes. I'm yours. I have been since the first time I found you in my bed, wearing my t-shirt, clutching another to your chest. Your hair all over my pillows like a halo. I was too blind to see it then.
Ruhn Danaan sent an image. 
It was you, fast asleep in his bed, exactly as he'd described. 
Ruhn Danaan: My beautiful, sweet, clever, brilliant, powerful, funny little witch. I was done for when you said my name for the first time. I'll earn your voice again. I'll earn your forgiveness and I'll give you everything. You'll never be caged again.
You threw yourself at him, arms wrapping around his neck as he pulled you with him as he fell back onto the bed. Your head finding a home in between his shoulder and jaw. His hands running soothingly up and down your back. He broke the silence a while later. "Will you stay with me?" He asked gently and you nodded, rolling off of him to climb into to bed as he grasped your wrist. "Wear one of mine?" He murmured as he pulled at Ithan's shirt, you smirked as he said. "I don't want you covered in another males scent while in my bed." 
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gaoau · 11 months ago
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Stir — Night Study Session
A Mother's Instinct note — i did the math. with balconies having an average height of 2.3m and yakus jumping reach being 3.1m and the mandatory minimum height of a railing being 90cm, its technically possible for yaku to run up and reach a hand leaning over the railing of a balcony. warnings — none. word count — 1.4k
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The ungodly hours of the night were, for some annoying reason, [Name]'s favorite moments to burst into tears. Yaku had come to know this all too well, for he was unfairly doomed to suffer alongside her. His eyes would snap open to the utter darkness of the eigengrau engulfing his room, and then he'd realize his stomach was doing backflips. The digital clock on his bedside table would read times between two o'clock and half an hour past four—sometimes a little over one o'clock on a good night.
His first response was always to groan quite loudly, growling to himself words of [Name], what the actual fuck are you doing? After contemplating his options for a couple minutes, he would unplug his phone from its charger and wince at the brightness of his dull screen. More often than not, he'd find his notification bar entirely flooded with texts from Illiterate Dumbass Ankle—contact name courtesy of [Name] herself. When he opened the chat, the count of unread messages stood above fifteen every single time. Yaku had to scroll through pictures of her crying, red face and an impressive amount of exclamation points to figure out what was going on.
[Name]'s reasons for crying in the middle of the night ranged from the death of her favorite character in a series she was watching, to accidentally stepping on her cat's tail as she went to the kitchen for a snack, to getting startled because she thought she'd seen a humanoid figure standing on her backyard, to finally being able to understand that one math problem she'd been stuck on for forever. The amount of times Yaku had fallen asleep after reading text messages saying Holy shit I'll drop out and become a stripper I have never seen a number in my entire life only to wake up to [Name] challenging Albert Einstein to a trigonometry battle was insane—it happened so frequently that he was starting to get worried.
There were times, however, that his message app was left completely blank and untouched. Every once in a while, Yaku would jolt awake because of his stomach stirring itself up, pestering him to check on [Name] since she was most likely crying her eyes out. But when he pressed the power button on his phone and found no new messages at all, his stomach would become an empty void of nothingness as it tried to eat itself. Those were the times he would get genuinely worried, wondering what was making [Name] cry at night and why she wasn't telling him as she usually did.
Yaku sat up on his bed, the springs of his mattress creaking beneath him. His fingers swiped rapidly across his phone's screen and in no time he had sent three concerned messages in the span of five seconds. He patiently awaited a response, knowing full well [Name] kept her phone by her side every waking moment of her days. When a few minutes passed and his mess of a friend had yet to even read the messages, Yaku sighed resignedly.
He was quick to throw on a hoodie, grab his keys and wallet, and sneak out the window without waking up his parents. He knew [Name]'s favorite treats for a stressful night—whichever the reason for that stress was—and buying them presented no trouble. Maybe he could throw in some fruit for a smoothie and two cans of whipped cream to see who could down theirs first.
It was well past three o'clock when [Name] jumped at the sound of tapping on her window. An irregular rhythm, with very irregular pauses in-between—ah, Yaku was throwing rocks at her window again, wasn't he? Glancing with furrowed brows at her clock, [Name] forced herself to stand from her chair and draw her curtains open.
Effectively, ready in position to fling yet another pebble at her window, Yaku stood on the street, staring up with squinted eyes. His face lit up instantly upon seeing [Name] walk out her balcony, goosebumps erupting on her skin at the change in temperature. He retrieved his plastic bag from the ground and held it safely between his teeth.
[Name] leaned over the railing, stretching out her dominant arm out of habit—after her parents locked their ladder away, these two had to improvise. With a small run-up, Yaku leaped into the air and clasped his hand around [Name]'s forearm. "Goodness fucking gracious, Morisuke, what are you doing here?" [Name] grunted as she struggled to pull her friend onto safe land without falling over. "I'm also trying to study, so, yeah… You know…?"
Yaku shot her a quick thanks while ushering her back into her room, scolding her for heading out into the cold without a coat and barefoot. He set the plastic bag on her desk, right next to the open biology textbook and [Name]'s notes. "So that's it, then."
[Name] crashed onto her chair. "What's it?"
"That's why you're crying."
[Name]'s brows seemed to dance; one rose in confusion, then fell into a frown with its pair, before finally bending into a grimace. "Cry—I'm not crying, though?" Yaku brushed the back of his finger up her lashes. [Name] blinked repeatedly, before flinching at the unexpected sensation of tiny water droplets hitting her face. She locked eyes with Yaku's knowing look. "…Oh God, I'm crying."
"Come here."
And she did as told, pressing her forehead against his cushioned stomach, inhaling the scent of his deodorant on his hoodie. "Sorry, I've just been kinda stressed lately." A few sniffles sounded as she wiped her eyes with her fingers. "I really need to save my biology grades or I'm done for."
"[Name], come on, it's only the first semester. You'll get it back up the next one."
"You trust me too much."
Yaku laughed, tracing his hands up and down her back in an attempt to soothe her. "I should. I'm sure you'll do fine. Don't you like biology?"
"Dude, I like plants, not learning however the fuck humans came to be."
[Name] pulled away and raked her fingers through her hair. Yaku smiled down at her, placing his palm atop her shoulder. "Trust me on this one, you'll do just fine."
"I need better than fine, though." Her eyes strayed to the open textbook, riddled with thousands of unreadable characters. A heavy sigh fell from her lips. "I should really go over some stuff, just to be sure."
"Here." The rustling of the plastic bag caught [Name]'s attention. Yaku knew her too well. "I brought snacks and your favorite ice-cream. We can review together."
"Morisuke, it's, like, three in the morning."
"We will review together."
[Name] giggled, accepting the package of blueberries Yaku had tossed to her. She popped a small handful into her mouth. "Thanks, dad. Hm, also, how'd you know?"
"Know what?"
"That I was crying."
Yaku blanked. "Uh, I just did." He shrugged his shoulders while opening the cans of whipped cream. "I just know. Here, no cheating." He passed one of the cans to [Name], who gingerly took it in her hands with glimmering eyes. Almost instantly, she coated her blueberries with whipped cream. "Oh, for fuck's sake, I said no cheating."
"Good thing there's no practice tomorrow." [Name] snorted loudly, watching how her friend hurried to fill his mouth with sugary whipped cream. She gulped down her fruit before joining him.
"You can crash at my place."
Yaku's words—albeit muffled by the amount of cream puffing his cheeks—brought a warm smile to her face. "Much appreciated. Okay, let me teach you about human evolution."
Together, they laughed the night away, tossing fruit into each other's mouth and playing with their cans of whipped cream. [Name] explained her biology material with exaggerated hand motions and always a spoonful of her favorite ice-cream flavor trapped between her fingers. It was the following morning while she flunked her test when she wished she had gotten more than an hour of sleep. But looking back, the nights in which she started talking about the evolution of human beings only to end up rambling about the thumb not being considered a finger by certain definitions were her favorite.
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masterwords · 1 year ago
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it's here in the ashes
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Summary: Sam Cooper was many things. He was an exemplary leader, an intuitive field agent, a brilliant mind. He was a calm presence amid a raging storm, someone who always knew what to say and when to say it...but more importantly, when to keep quiet. He was many things, but if you asked Hotch he’d probably just say that Sam Cooper was a great friend. This is just a snapshot of that friendship. (Coda to 5x01, my usual haunting ground)
Pairing: None (but you could say Hotch/Morgan...it's heavily implied but not explicitly said, basically just like canon)
Words: 5.6k
Warnings: religious (christian) overtones, church, stab wounds, medication, pain (post foyet stabbing y'know y'know)
Notes: I've wanted to write more about Hotch & Sam's friendship. Sam, if you don't remember, is from 5x18 - The Fight and the Unit Chief of the Red Cell team in the spinoff Suspect Behavior. I'll probably start a whole series dedicated to all these one-off characters that are so beloved to me so they're all in one place. Hotch needs friends, yo. And anyway, he's so cute with Cooper that I really need to explore more of that.
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No one came to see him after he was released from the hospital.
The team were busy, they sent texts and more than once take-out meals so he didn’t have to cook, but no one came by. He knew it probably had a lot more to do with him than them. He could picture Garcia worrying herself sick over whether to pop by to check on him or bring him a plate of cookies, and he could picture Dave telling her to do what she thought was best. Well, that resulted in a lot of well meaning texts and nothing more.
He was fine with that, too. He didn’t particularly want company. Didn’t much feel like conversation, like being under the watchful eye, like being pitied.
Jessica was coming by, out of some strict (and utterly insane if you asked Hotch) sense of duty more than anything. She was angry at him for sure, angry and indignant but she helped him change his bandages and made sure he took his medications. “For Jack,” she muttered when he asked her one particularly bad night why she insisted on showing up every single day when he knew she didn’t want to be there. When he knew she had better things to do. Her neighbor was feeding her cat so she could clean up wounds on a man she could barely stand to look at. “Because he’s going to need a dad to come home to. Now swallow the damn pill and go to sleep.”
Her anger lasted about a week. She never had managed to focus on one thing for very long – her fire burned hot and fast. She’d picked him up from the hospital and brought him home, and for that whole week she was frustrated and short with him, asking him why he didn’t just call his mother or Sean to come and help because he was more or less incapable of just about every activity of daily living. He stubbornly maintained he could do it on his own, and for what it was worth, he did. Not well, and he definitely shouldn’t have been doing any of it, but he didn’t see as he had much choice in the matter. She knew it too, and that fact alone kept her coming back to check, afraid one day she’d show up and find him face down on the floor bleeding out. So, it was a week of burning anger and then slowly it melted into something not so hot. Not so sharp. She began sitting with him for an hour, turning on the TV or cleaning his bathroom, asking how he was feeling with more than just a clinical interest. Remembering that she did love him too, in spite of his rampant stupidity. In spite of his...well everything about him.
But he didn’t seem to make any real progress toward rejoining the living until Sam Cooper showed up on his doorstep.
“Hi,” he said, extending his hand to Jessica with the bright smile of someone who sleeps and eats and works out at regular, healthy intervals. Something foreign at the moment to both she and Hotch who had more or less become couch potatoes. She was eating enough for two (there were a lot of feelings to be stuffed into a bowl of cereal that quickly became two bowls at 10pm whens he couldn’t sleep), he wasn’t eating at all (meds and pain and stubborn refusal to do anything that resembled living). It wasn’t a great situation. “I’m Sam, a friend from work.”
“Sam Cooper,” she said with a tired smile. “I’ve heard stories. I’m Jessica.”
“Right. Ex-wife’s sister?”
“That’s the one. Do you need something from him? He’s asleep right now.”
Sam smiled again and shrugged. He carried himself with such a laid back swagger that she couldn’t help the way her own shoulders loosened in his presence. “Nah. I just wanted to check up on him. Thought I’d give it a week or so for him to be home before I came knocking. He can be a little skittish.”
“Oh, yeah, well...why don’t you come in? I’m sure he’d love to see you. Or anyone really that isn’t me barking at him.”
“Has he had many visitors?”
“Well counting you and me...two.”
Sam nodded and clasped his hands behind his back, fingers gently pulling at the prayer beads he kept around his wrist as he took in the apartment. He’d been here more than once, helped Hotch move a few boxes here and there. More to check up on him, support him through his time of need than actual help – he’d had movers do most of the heavy lifting. Ultimately the place didn’t look much different but it felt different. It felt wrong. He could see Foyet there by the washer, feel his presence as he got to know the intimate details of Hotch’s place while he was away...how long was he here? Did he leave anything behind?
The apartment smelled stale but clean, closed windows and bleach. There were banker boxes piled up where he supposed a china hutch or some nice piece of furniture might look better, and there were case files covering a table that was more for show than for eating. He thought about Jack, wondered if he might find some renegade legos stashed beneath the couch or a crayon on a bookshelf. He wondered if Foyet went into Jack’s room, if he dug through Hotch’s entire life while he was away.
“That’s about what I expected,” he said finally, as if coming out of a long trance.
“Really? I honestly thought that his team would be here all the time. The way he is about them, you know? That they’d be hanging around and getting him to work and…”
“I talked to Agent Morgan this morning before I made the decision to come by. He said he’s been texting with Hotch every day but he’s afraid of opening up too many lines of communication because Hotch needs to rest and heal, and his instinct is always to pour himself into work as quickly as possible.”
“So they’re protecting him from himself by not coming? Is that what they think they’re doing?” She couldn’t mask her disgust. He gave up his marriage for them and they couldn’t even bother stopping by to check on him.
“I said that’s what Morgan said. I don’t know about the rest of them, don’t really know ‘em. Morgan comes and works out in my gym every day. How is he?”
“Well. He’s lonely and grouchy. In a lot of pain and pretty angry about it.”
“How long have you been here?”
“All morning. I practically live here now.”
Sam continued his pass through inspection of Hotch’s place and frowned at the spot on the carpet that was covered by an out of place looking rug. Jessica wouldn’t look at it. “That’s where...I guess they couldn’t get the stain out…I brought a rug from my place. I know it’s stupid, putting that there. It’s a bath mat, it looks silly it’s just…they said it would be a couple of weeks before they could get someone out to replace that spot with new carpet.”
“You should go, take some time to yourself. Have some lunch, a nap, something. I’ll handle him when he wakes up.”
She scrunched her nose and he had the distinct impression that she’d known Hotch a long time, a very long time, and through her aloof exterior she cared very much and maybe didn’t want to leave. She was protective of him, that was for sure.
“If you want,” he followed it up with a cautious smile. “I only want to help.”
That made her features soften into a halfway smile. “I could use a shower.”
Sam busied himself by putting away all of Hotch’s case files, clearing off his table. It was a task Jessica had mentioned wanting to do but not knowing where to start. “I think he just leaves them there because they make him feel something. He doesn’t do anything with them. I covered a few up because the pictures were…” she shook her head in disbelief. “I covered them up. That probably makes me a terrible person.”
“You said they’re going to be a couple of weeks on the carpet replacement?”
“Yeah. I couldn’t let him come out here and see that every day. And I know it sounds stupid because they cleaned it really well but if I can see it...I feel like I can smell it.”
“Doesn’t sound stupid. I can smell it. I’m going to make some calls, we can get that taken care of.”
“They said that it got into the sub floor and all of the padding, the whole thing has to be replaced. He was there...it was…”
“I understand. I’ll take care of it.”
Sam’s presence was calming to her, and when she finally slung her purse over her shoulder and left she felt almost at peace for the first time in a week. (Had it only been a week since he’d been home from the hospital? It felt like a century, and maybe it was when you measured it in calculated breaths and medication timers and bandage changes.)
By the time Hotch was shuffling down the hallway with all the grace of a starved zombie, not the 28 Days Later kind but the long suffering Romero zombies, Sam had tidied up all of the files and moved himself on to perusing the bookshelves until he found something that was just dull enough to stare at until his friend woke. He didn’t want to get engaged in anything, he wanted something easily cast aside. Something that would hold his attention with only the lightest grip. Hotch’s book collection had plenty to offer in that regard.
“Look what the cat dragged in,” Sam said with an easy smile, setting the book open-faced on his thigh. Hotch stared at him, unblinking, sleepy-eyed, pale and worn like an old bed sheet hung out to dry. He’d seen Hotch in plenty of bad situations but he’d never seen him so listless, so drained. So empty.
“Where’s Jessica?” he croaked in a voice that hadn’t been used for much more than moaning or complaining in the last few days. Jessica said he didn’t string many words together, one or two was about the limit of his conversational skills – everything else was more or less a series of whines, whimpers or grunts.
“She needed a shower. I stopped by at the perfect time I guess.”
Hotch grunted his disapproval at being blindsided by a change in caretaker and resumed his shuffle toward the kitchen. Sam watched with some intrigue, wondering how capable he was of whatever he had set out to do. He knew damn well Hotch wasn’t going to ask him to help, and truthfully he thought it was probably better if Hotch did things for himself. He suspected that Jessica was doing more than necessary, either out of fear or guilt or love it didn’t matter.
It was a glass of water he was after, and he managed after a full minute of trying to figure out the best way to raise his arm (one side was easier than the other, it turned out) and then it looked like he was going to be sick after the first drink but he continued anyway. Sam watched with interest while Hotch seemed to forget he was there momentarily, hunching over at the sink, resting one hand against the ledge and dropping his head. Sam thought about stepping in, about asking if he could do anything to help, but he knew Hotch well enough to see the folly in that idea. He let Hotch come to him, instead. Slowly he made his way through the kitchen, eyes dragging with suspicion over his newly cleaned table. He didn’t like it. Sam didn’t care.
“Did you do this?” he asked, reaching out with one unsteady hand to grab hold of the back of a chair. It was as far as he could go, and he fell heavily into the seat with a barely contained groan.
“Looks like it smarts,” Sam said, ignoring Hotch’s question. He knew the answer anyway. When Hotch didn’t acknowledge his comment, he leaned forward, elbows on his knees and looked at him earnestly. “I know you don’t wanna hear it, and I’d rather not have to say it but I’m sorry this happened to you.”
“I know.”
“So you pushin’ everyone away who wants to help?”
“They have better things to do. Agent Reid is also out, they’re short staffed.”
“We’re pickin’ up the slack. I’m working with Rossi and Morgan to divert your case load. We got it.”
Hotch nodded appreciatively. “Thank you. I’m hoping to return within the month.”
At that, Sam laughed. Hotch didn’t find it amusing. “What?”
“A month?! Hotch. Come on. I saw the pictures and the hospital chart – now, now, don’t get your feathers all ruffled, Rossi asked me to take the lead on your case. He didn’t want anyone from the team doing it, and he was adamant that an outsider shouldn’t do it. I guess you could call this a professional visit…”
“Yeah?”
“Well. In a matter of speaking.”
At that Hotch smiled. Sort of. It was just a little twitch at the corner of his mouth but it was something, probably more than he’d done in a while. It looked unnatural and stiff. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet. I’ve got something I need you to do with me. You up for a walk?”
“Do I look up for a walk?”
“You look like a ghost. You can’t haunt this place forever. You need some good old fashioned vitamin D...come on. Three blocks.”
Hotch knew where they were going, and he wanted to protest. Not for any real reason in particular, he’d been thinking of going himself. He loved it for the same reason Cooper did – it was peaceful there. Quiet. He could sit and hear himself think without the echoes and ghosts in his apartment, or he could sit and do nothing but stare up into the light refracted through brilliantly colored stained glass windows and marvel at the way that made him feel.
Small, it made him feel small. That’s what he’d tell Sam, if asked. And no, that wasn’t bad. In fact, as the world swirled around him, as his team texted him and people whose names he barely knew delivered flowers and baskets of well-wishes and foods he wouldn’t or couldn’t eat (but his neighbors would, and Jessica would) all he wanted was to feel small and insignificant again. Foyet had robbed him of many things, and right now if he could just feel small he might be able to see his way into the next day and the day after.
“You know where I’m taking you,” Cooper said, affecting a slow pace. Much slower than his usual clip, and still it wasn’t really slow enough for Hotch’s sluggish body. His bones were heavy, poured with concrete. He wasn’t really walking so much as dragging himself down the sidewalk. It was a strange lumbering walk, no real grace to it, stiff hipped and hunched at the shoulders. “You know exactly where we’re going.”
“I do,” Hotch replied, pushing his hands deep into the pockets of his jacket to hide their tremble. They shook a lot lately, maybe medication side effects, maybe nerve damage, maybe just that he was scared and hungry and sick all the time. The reason mattered very little to him anymore. It just was.
“Have you been already?”
“No.”
Cooper hummed and slowed his pace one click more, a welcome reprieve. Hotch slowed to match and took a deep breath.
Three blocks, only three blocks, but Cooper stopped and took a seat on a bench beside the bus stop a little over a block into the walk and Hotch followed. They didn’t speak while they sat, just stared across the street and watched the little coffee shop ebb and flow with the day’s patrons. Children being dragged in by their parents while they prattled about something that was very important to them and of little import to the parents on a mission for caffeine. A couple holding hands. A group of school aged girls. Some of Hotch’s neighbors, elderly couples that had formed a sort of walking group in the last few months. He’d joined them once or twice after being badgered relentlessly at the mailboxes for being a shut in. The problem, he told them, was that he spent so little time in his home that he desired the luxury of being a shut in. Still, he did need coffee so he reluctantly agreed.
After a few minutes, Cooper looked at Hotch expectantly and stood.
They made it to the church without saying another word, and Hotch stopped at the base of the steps and turned his whole face toward the sky. He stared at the steeple as it rose into the clouds, touched the heavens. He sucked in one quick breath and grabbed the railing before hoisting himself up one step at a time like he was climbing Mount Everest.
The last time he’d come, it was Easter. He had Jack’s little hand in his, it was his holiday weekend and they didn’t have a case. It wasn’t his first choice of holidays to have his son, but Haley wanted Thanksgiving and Christmas and since those are family holidays and Hotch didn’t care for spending much time in the company of his own, he’d taken Halloween and Easter. Well, that had been almost half a year before and he’d walked by these steps plenty of times and thought about coming in but he never did. There was plenty of guilt associated with that, just add it to the pile of guilt he lived with over everything else in his life.
It was creeping up on October now, and he knew in his heart that he wouldn’t get to have Halloween with his son. He might never get another holiday again – did he appreciate Easter for what it was? Maybe the last? He didn’t think so.
“Need some help?” Cooper asked when Hotch was halfway up. He shook his head and set his features with determination.
“I’ve got it.”
“Good.”
Hotch would have been content to sit in the back pew and stare silently forward, he had the best view of everything from there but Sam moved toward the front and he followed. This was Cooper’s adventure, after all. He’d done nothing but wake up and go to sleep, exist in a medicated half-life for a week now and if this was the way to regain his life...well he was willing to try it.
“It’s peaceful,” Sam said sitting down. Hotch took the seat beside him, close but not too close. Sam scooted closer to him, until their shoulders touched and he leaned himself back casually. Like this was his sofa at home and they were all set to watch the football game. “You made it.”
“Did you doubt me?”
Sam smiled. “I did, actually. You look like a man who hasn’t walked more than twenty steps in a week.”
“I am. I guess it’s like riding a bike.” He found that the smile he offered Sam wasn’t forced this time, and that lightened the tight feeling in his chest some. It was amazing the power some people held. That just Sam’s presence and faith in him, in his ability to still be the same man he was a week ago, would almost make him believe it too. Sam had always had that effect on him.
“Can I ask you a question?”
His answer was always yes, but he hesitated for a moment and then nodded. “Sure.”
“Did they ask you if you wanted to head up a Red Cell? Before they gave it to me? You were the natural choice.”
That wasn’t the question Hotch had imagined he would ask, but now it made sense. He was thinking about Foyet, about how all of this transpired and wondering if Hotch had any regrets about being so visible. About heading up the A team when he could have gone under the radar.
“They did.”
“And you said no?”
“I did.”
Sam leaned forward, fingering the prayer beads now dangling from his hands. Hotch watched in a sort of trance, the way his thumbs moved over the beads was rhythmic and enthralling. Hypnotic.
“Why? You like the red tape or what?”
He was in a church, and as such, he felt compelled not to let a lie dance on his tongue. Not to entertain those types of thoughts. Sam deserved his honesty. “I need rules. I need the red tape, even if I mean to fight against it sometimes. I need checks and balances. Sometimes I’m afraid of what might happen if I don’t have them.”
Sam could respect that answer, but then, he found it wasn’t hard to respect most of the things Hotch said or did. He needed rules because he feared his own darkness, and knowing what he did about Hotch’s past it made sense to him. Still, knowing Hotch as well as he did, he expected that he’d do just fine without the red tape...he didn’t trust himself, but he should.
“Do you regret it?”
“You mean do I regret it now that I’ve been victimized by the very thing I just said I needed?” That had been on Hotch’s mind. The rules. Arrest Foyet for what he did, make it right. Do what Shaugnessey didn’t, you hunt him and you catch him. But then...how long did that last? And was playing by those rules just playing into Foyet’s hand? This cycle was endless and it was killing him slowly, seeping from him what little sleep his exhausted body would allow him. And now he waited to see if Foyet killed again, and worse, who it was if he did. He was watching, Hotch knew that much. So was the FBI, he knew that too. There was a car parked on his block 24/7 with some poor low level Agent sent on an endless mission to stare at his apartment building as if Foyet would come back there. And were he and Cooper followed down here to the church? Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe Cooper cleared this whole adventure before even showing up.
“Not exactly, but sure. That’s where your mind went, I’d love to follow that rabbit down the hole. Assume I mean it that way. Do you regret it?”
“I hadn’t really considered it. Truth be told, I haven’t thought about much except that night.”
“Would you like to talk about it?”
“Absolutely not.”
Sam laughed. He did so with his whole body. “Fair enough. Morgan said you weren’t talking to anyone about it. But you know, you will have to talk to me about some of it...at some point. I am the official Case Agent.”
“How much have you spoken with Morgan?”
“Everything I just said and that’s what you take from it? Are you jealous?”
Hotch frowned, not sure how to answer that. Especially in a church with a man holding prayer beads. He trusted Sam Cooper implicitly, but his stomach lurched painfully.
“I’m teasing,” Sam said, as if Hotch didn’t catch that part. “He comes by my office every day. He’s struggling, Hotch.”
“Comes by your office for what?”
Sam definitely detected a hint of something in Hotch’s voice that sounded like jealousy. Not the kind that holds hands with suspicion or anger, just the kind that makes bedroom eyes at hope and despair.
“He’s coming to work out. To blow off steam. I’ve been training him in Kali, if you must know. He needs an outlet.”
Hotch smiled at that. “Better him than me.”
“You’re next.”
“I’m not cleared for strenuous activity or lifting more than 5lbs for at least the next three weeks...sorry.”
“I’ll mark it on my calendar. You need to double down on your hand to hand training.”
That didn’t sit well with Hotch and Sam could tell he’d crossed a line, if only unintentionally. He hadn’t lost the battle with Foyet because he couldn’t fight hand to hand, Foyet had the element of surprise and a gunshot that deafened and disoriented him. He had it all planned out.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to imply you could have done anything to prevent what happened. The man was in your home waiting for you, there was nothing more you could have done than what you did. You stayed alive.”
A woman’s voice echoed from somewhere above them, and then a man’s voice followed. Nothing more than sound waves bouncing off of statues and stained glass, not real words, but Hotch’s attention was drawn to the origin of the sound and he felt the hot sting of tears welling up in his eyes. Sam placed one hand on Hotch’s shoulder and the prayer beads fell against his chest, making a small wooden rattling sound that he felt deep in his bones.
“You stayed alive, Aaron. Maybe that’s why I brought you here. I nearly lost a friend, and I’m eternally grateful that I didn’t.”
“Why?” Hotch rasped around the thick feeling of emotion choking him. Why did Foyet want to keep him alive? Why had Foyet chosen him? There were no answers he could find in any of those files. Nothing he could use to make sense of what happened – what Foyet did to him, the parts that were in the file and the parts that wouldn’t be. The parts he remembered and the parts he didn’t.
“That information is above my pay grade, I’m afraid.”
“Has Strauss said anything to you?”
“You know she doesn’t want anything to do with me, not since the Director said my team reports directly to him. She felt slighted and I don’t blame her but I sure am glad. She asked me to help your team out. That’s about where it ended.”
“I think she’s hoping I won’t return. That I won’t pass a physical.”
Sam hummed and stood, beckoning for Hotch to follow him back out into the sunlight. “You’ll pass. I’ll make sure of it. I just need you to do something for me.”
“What’s that?”
“Call Morgan.”
Hotch looked at the stairs and grunted, reaching out for the railing. It was hot, the sun had baked it in the time they were inside and it burned against his palm as his fingers curled around it.
“For what?”
“Check up on him. Ask him how things are going. Ask him to meet you for dinner at that restaurant you both like, the little pho place across town.”
“I’m not cleared to drive.” It was a pitiful excuse, weak and lacking all feeling. He would drive if he had to.
Sam took Hotch’s arm and helped him down the long bank of stairs, much harder to maneuver down when he was tired than it had been to get up. His legs felt like jelly and more than once he nearly tripped.
“Then invite him to your place for dinner. Surely you can order a pizza. Or are you just opposed to seeing him?”
“I’m not...opposed...I’m just…”
Sam stopped and turned Hotch toward him. Anyone looking from the street might get the wrong idea. It would be easily read as a moment from a Hallmark romance.
“You need him, and he needs you. If you think that his opinion of you has somehow changed because of what happened, I’d say you’re not giving him enough credit.”
Hotch didn’t have a response to that, but the look on Sam’s face and the way he continued to lead him down the stairs and back to the apartment told Hotch it wasn’t necessary. It was food for thought, not a set up for an argument. His beads were in his pocket now, the outline could be seen against the denim, and Hotch noticed that Sam checked his watch. It was the third or fourth time he’d done that since they sat in the pews. He’d noted it as odd, but his mind was too hazy to focus for any length of time on small details like that. Now he was suspicious.
“Are you late for something?” Hotch asked, staring ahead at his building as it loomed. Grew closer, larger, the thought of his couch and his bed growing in strength. His legs burned like he’d run a marathon. It was amazing how quickly physical status changed, how fast he could go from peak performance to broken.
“Right on schedule,” he said, slowing his pace a little and smiling. Hotch didn’t trust it. Something was happening. Something outside of his control, just like everything else lately.
Sam held the door of the building open to him, and Hotch entered with some apprehension. Something was waiting for him and he didn’t know what but he didn’t enjoy surprises. And Sam knew that. It didn’t seem to matter.
The door wasn’t locked. Hotch frowned. He knew he’d locked it on the way out.
“Trust me,” Sam said, nudging the door open. Hotch just stared at him, wondering what was going on and not liking anything his mind came up with. “I asked Jessica to come back to let a friend in. Don’t worry.”
Don’t worry. His apartment was broken into just a short time ago, a blink of an eye, and Sam says don’t worry. Hotch found he had a few issues with that statement, but Sam smiled at him and he had no choice but to try.
It was Derek, Hotch knew it right away. Before he saw him. The minute he stepped into the doorway he could smell Derek’s cologne.
Derek was in his apartment, on his hands and knees, smoothing out the last of a piece of carpet with a seam roller. The stained piece was lying nearby along with the discarded pad, the last real physical reminder of what happened that could be removed and replaced. The rest Hotch would carry with him forever as a part of him, there was no seam roller that could smooth the edges of Foyet’s masterpiece. Hotch stopped short and found it hard to breathe at the sight. Sam just nudged him inside so he could shut the door before helping him to the couch. It was clear that the day’s outing had exhausted him, a sad thing to witness in a man who was previously fit enough to give just about anyone a run for their money. One night, one man’s evil and it was all undone. For how long, Sam didn’t know. Couldn’t tell. One minute Hotch seemed motivated to bounce back and the next he seemed too far gone. Still, he had faith.
And that faith started here, with Derek. That’s all Sam knew for certain. These two, they’d always been tied together. Hotch was Hotch and Derek was Derek, but when they were together they were unstoppable. Derek would make Hotch want to come back, that was the simple truth.
“I ordered you a pizza, it’ll be here in twenty minutes. Let me take that to the dumpster on my way out.” Sam indicated the stained carpet remnants eagerly. Derek balked but eventually decided to hand it to him, brushing his hands on the thighs of his paint stained jeans when it was out of his hands. Like he was wiping Hotch’s blood from his palms. “Hope you like Vito’s.”
“Rossi would kill you for ordering from them.”
Sam laughed and nodded. “I suppose that’s true. He can come by my office if he has a problem with my pizza choices. He knows where to find me.” Slowly, Sam turned to look at Hotch who was solemn on the couch. Trying to reawaken himself or settle himself, it was hard to tell. “You too. Three weeks, it’s on my calendar.”
“How’s it look?” Derek asked, the first thing he’d said to Hotch since they showed. He was looking pointedly at Hotch, and in that moment Sam decided to slip out silently. Hotch noticed but turned to look at the carpet, knowing Sam would rather not have any fuss about him leaving. His work was done, but they both knew he’d be back. Probably a lot. He was the Case Agent, after all. Hotch’s return to duty was securely in his hands.
“It looks…” he said quietly, searching for the word. He didn’t have one. Maybe one didn’t exist. Was there a word in the English language (or any really) that said what he felt looking at that spot and knowing what had happened there but not having to see it anymore? “Thank you.”
Derek grinned and nodded, beginning to pick up the tools he’d set all around his workspace. They hit the old metal toolbox, the top engraved with the initials HM, with a crash. Metal on metal as he tossed them into place – he’d organize it all later. Right now, he had to clean up. They had pizza coming, and he was about three days overdue for sleep, but he was here in Hotch’s apartment and that was exactly where he wanted to be. Where he needed to be.
“I’ll take it.” He kicked the toolbox out of the way and admired his work for a moment before letting out a contented little sigh. “I’m gonna go hop in the shower. I’ll be out before the pizza gets here.”
“Derek?” Hotch whispered, clamping his hands over his knees. He made eye contact with Derek and held it earnestly. “Thank you for coming.”
“Ah, don’t mention it. There was pizza involved and I didn’t have to cook or buy. Easy decision.” He paused after grabbing his go bag, filled with something clean to wear and toiletries, and smiled. “It’s good to see you.”
“You too.”
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linnitheo · 8 days ago
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Beneath the Smile
Joel x Y/N Fanfiction
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Y/N POV
The air in my apartment was still. Too still. The kind of quiet that felt heavy, suffocating, as though something unseen was lurking just beyond the shadows. I couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched, even though I was alone. I glanced at my phone, my fingers hovering over the screen. It had been days since I last saw Joel. Days since he had started acting… strange.
I had known Joel for years—ever since we met at the precinct where he worked as a cop. He was the kind of guy who kept his emotions hidden behind a calm, cool exterior, but he was kind. Dependable. Someone you could trust with your life. We had been close for a long time, skirting the edges of something more than friendship. But lately, there was something different about him. Something that sent a chill down my spine every time I saw him.
It started with the small things—odd comments, distant stares, and then there was the smile. That eerie, unnerving smile that didn’t reach his eyes. It was like his face had become a mask, hiding something dark beneath it.
I shook my head, trying to push the unsettling thoughts away. Maybe it was just the stress of his job, the cases he worked on—especially that last one. I had overheard bits and pieces of it, some weird chain of suicides, people claiming to see something before they died. It sounded insane, but Joel had been different ever since.
My phone buzzed, snapping me out of my thoughts. It was Joel. A message.
“I need to see you.”
There was no explanation, no reassurance, just those four words. A shiver ran down my spine, but I texted back quickly.
“Come over. I’ll be here.”
Joel POV
I sat in the car outside Y/N’s apartment, gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white. My heart pounded in my chest, the rhythm erratic, as if something inside me was trying to crawl out, take control. It had been days since I’d felt like myself, since I’d felt human. Ever since I saw it—the thing that shouldn’t exist, the thing that was now haunting me.
It started after that damned case. Rose… poor Rose. She had been a friend, a colleague. I couldn’t get the image of her face out of my mind—the way she smiled before she died, like she was relieved, like it was all part of some sick joke only she understood.
And then it happened to me. I saw it.
I glanced in the rearview mirror, half-expecting to see the thing lurking behind me, its twisted grin hovering just above my shoulder. But there was nothing. Not this time. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could outrun it.
Y/N was the only person I could think of. The only person I trusted. She didn’t know what was happening to me, and I didn’t want to drag her into this nightmare, but I couldn’t stay away. I needed her.
Taking a deep breath, I got out of the car and headed up to her apartment, each step feeling heavier than the last. When I reached her door, I hesitated, my hand hovering over the doorknob. Could I really do this? Could I really expose her to the horror that had taken over my life?
I knocked, the sound sharp in the silence of the hallway.
The door opened almost immediately, and there she was. Y/N. Her eyes widened in concern when she saw me, her soft features creased with worry.
“Joel… you look terrible,” she said, her voice full of concern, but she stepped aside, letting me in without hesitation.
I stepped into the apartment, the familiar scent of her space calming me, if only for a moment. But the darkness was still there, lingering just beneath the surface, waiting to claw its way out.
Y/N POV
The moment Joel stepped into my apartment, I knew something was wrong. He looked exhausted, like he hadn’t slept in days. His skin was pale, his eyes sunken, and there was a wildness about him that made my heart ache with worry.
“Joel, what’s going on? You’re scaring me,” I said softly, trying to reach out to him, but he stepped back, avoiding my touch.
“I can’t… I don’t know how to explain it,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair, his voice low and shaky. “It’s like… there’s something following me. Something I can’t get rid of.”
I frowned, stepping closer to him despite the warning bells going off in my head. “What do you mean? Is someone threatening you?”
He shook his head, that eerie smile tugging at the corner of his lips for just a second before vanishing, like he was fighting it. “It’s not someone. It’s… something. I’ve been seeing things, Y/N. Things I can’t explain. And I—”
Suddenly, he grabbed my hand, his grip tight, desperate. “I don’t know how long I have left before it… before it gets me.”
His words sent a cold chill through me. “Joel, you’re not making sense. What’s going to get you?”
Before he could answer, he flinched, his gaze darting to the corner of the room. His eyes widened in terror, but when I turned to look, there was nothing there. Just empty space.
“Joel?” My voice trembled, fear creeping into my chest.
He pulled his hand away from mine, backing up until his back hit the wall. His breathing grew ragged, his eyes locked on something invisible. Then, slowly, that twisted, unnatural smile spread across his face again—only this time, it didn’t go away.
“Joel, stop,” I whispered, my heart pounding in my chest. “You’re scaring me.”
But he didn’t respond. His eyes were glassy now, fixed on something I couldn’t see, and that smile… it wasn’t his. It didn’t belong to him. It was like something else had taken over.
Joel POV
I could feel it. It was inside me now. Crawling under my skin, twisting my thoughts, making me see things that weren’t there—or maybe they were there, but not for her to see. I didn’t want to smile. I didn’t want to show her the thing that had been haunting me, but I couldn’t stop it.
I looked at Y/N, my heart breaking. I didn’t want to hurt her, but I was losing control. The smile—it wasn’t mine anymore. It was its.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice barely my own. “I didn’t mean to bring this to you.”
She took a cautious step toward me, her eyes wide with fear but filled with determination. “Joel, we can get help. You don’t have to do this alone.”
Help? There was no help for me. Not now. Not when it had its claws deep inside me. But maybe… maybe I could keep her safe. Maybe I could keep the thing from getting to her.
I grabbed her shoulders, pulling her close, my voice urgent. “You need to leave. Get out of here. Don’t come back.”
She shook her head, her hands gripping my arms. “No, Joel, I’m not leaving you like this. We can figure this out.”
The thing inside me laughed, a low, hollow sound that echoed in my head. It was getting stronger, its influence suffocating. I could feel my body betraying me, moving against my will. My hands dropped to my sides, and I took a step back.
“No,” I said, my voice trembling. “It’s too late.”
Y/N POV
Panic gripped my chest as I watched Joel, his body rigid, his face twisted in that horrifying smile. It wasn’t him anymore. I could feel it. Something dark, something evil had taken hold of him, and I didn’t know how to fight it.
“Joel, please,” I begged, my voice breaking. “You’re stronger than this. You can fight it.”
But his eyes… his eyes weren’t his anymore. They were empty, cold. The warmth that I had known in him for so long was gone, replaced by something monstrous. His lips parted, but the words that came out weren’t his own.
“It wants you too,” he said, his voice low, taunting. “You can’t run from it.”
My heart raced, fear clawing at my throat. I wanted to run, to scream, but I couldn’t leave him like this. Not Joel. Not the man I loved.
Suddenly, the lights flickered, plunging the room into momentary darkness. When they came back on, Joel was standing unnervingly close, his face inches from mine, that haunting smile stretched impossibly wide across his lips.
“You should have left when you had the chance,” he whispered, his breath cold against my skin.
I stumbled back, my heart pounding in my ears. The room felt like it was closing in, the shadows creeping closer, swallowing us both.
And then, just as quickly as it had started, Joel’s body went slack. The smile disappeared. He collapsed to the floor, his chest heaving as he fought to regain control.
“Y/N…,” he gasped, his voice weak. “I’m… sorry.”
But I knew. Deep down, I knew this wasn’t over. The thing wasn’t gone. It was lurking, waiting, and it wouldn’t stop until it had taken everything.
Joel POV
I felt the darkness
slipping back, retreating for now, but I knew it would return. It always did. Y/N was crouched beside me, her hand on my shoulder, tears in her eyes.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered again, my voice hoarse. “I couldn’t stop it.”
She shook her head, wiping away a tear. “We’ll find a way. We’ll figure this out.”
But I didn’t believe her. How could I? The thing inside me was getting stronger. It had taken Rose. It had taken others. And soon, it would take me too.
As I looked up at her, the last remnants of control slipping from my grasp, I forced one final smile—a real smile. One that was mine.
“Run,” I whispered, before the darkness swallowed me whole.
Y/N POV
His smile—it was real for a split second, before that twisted, eerie grin took over again. And this time, I knew there was nothing I could do.
I backed away slowly, my heart breaking as I watched the man I loved disappear behind a mask of evil.
And then, I turned and ran.
But I could still feel it. The smile. Watching. Waiting.
And I knew, deep down, that it would never let me go.
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sugarpuptard · 2 months ago
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waaaaaahhhhhh im gonna go insane i miss my boyfriend too much i need it to be october already so i can have him all to myself again ITS NOT FAIR I NEED HIM!!!!!!!! i keep thinking about earlier this year when i went to his state to visit in person for the first time i wish it was longer 3: i want more pics with him too i don't have enough, one of my favs tho i'll share hehe, i don't think he wants his face here but the pic below is still perfect and cozy >w< leg reveal i guess? xD
i love this pic so much i stare at it every time i miss his touch (pros of too vivid imagination + too much vr training phantom senses = i get to feel it almost enough again yippie! but its not the same) thought i should edit it to look extra cute here <3
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i was only there for like 5 days but he's staying longer when he comes for my birthday and im too excited omfg. traveling is much more new to him than me since i've been to plenty of states but he hasn't left his state really so i get to show him new stuff hehehe i like that, imma show him the city!!
i also wish i wasn't a little nervous but i think its just some past trauma with relationships in this situation ( ; w ; ) but i dont actually have anything to worry about since its not like that anymore (reminder to myself: its not like that anymore) and i think its more excited nerves than anything, things will be good!
another thing i am also nervous-excited about is that he's gonna be proposing to me!!! (๑ˊ͈ ॢꇴ ˋ͈)〜♡॰ॱ like HUH??? ME????!!??? u choose my weirdo NEET mentally ill and crippled ass to be yours forever?? ;w; i don't know how i found someone like him he makes me feel so safe and happy and genuinely cared about, he's everything i wanted and everything i didn't realize i needed, and to think we met as middle-schoolers on ROBLOX?? specifically in the robloxian highschool rp game (∘︎>▽<。) we had quite a long and intense roleplay over multiple days and weeks possibly we were hella invested, i forgot most of the plot tho my memory of back then is so blurry
we didn't talk for quite a few years because of my mental issues getting me put into places that kept me away from online too much sadly, but he never left my mind so in june of last year i finally messaged him again with the help of some alcohol and my friend saying DO IT DO IT DO IT and thank God i did. he replied pretty quick too because luckily he was still signed into his old account on his phone and he woke up to my texts at like 3am xD oopsies
im just so lucky to have him, i feel so unsafe so much for so fucking long and finally i have someone that gives me that sense of safety and security, i dont have to be scared or stressed i can just love and i love him too much and i'll do anything to have him forever. my journal rambling for today is fitting the theme of my yandere blog posts ngl ( ̄▽ ̄;) but i didn't know i was gonna ramble like this and i dont feel like logging out sooooooo this go here instead teehee
i genuinely didn't mean to ramble so much but my new med is a stimulant so i've been a bit wired all day lmao, i gotta get the ramble vibes out somehow, if u read all this damn :o
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