#OH MY GODS I FELT THIS WAY FOR MONTHS I COULDN'T WAIT TO KILL THAT WATERLOGGED RAT

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(Oh My God) They Were Roommates

Chapter Nine - Cough Cough I'm Sick

Lando Norris and Y/N L/N were teammates. Tension had been between from the minute they started driving together and, when it only got worse, McLaren CEO Zac Brown decides there's only one solution: Have them live together.

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(idk who sorts out the media stuff so i just said marketing manager)

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Here's the thing, it was exactly what it looked like. Max let out a laugh as he looked at the papaya drivers panicked. "Relax," he said quickly and walked out of the driver's room. "I'll meet you both outside."

Y/N and Lando looked at each other as Max shut the door. "Fuck," she whispered as she pulled her clothes back onto her body. She swapped Landos shirt for her own.

Wordlessly, Y/N left his drivers room. She pushed past Max and sped walked out of the track. She was so fucking stupid - this was why they had those rules in the first place!

And now that Max knew, what was going to happen?

She didn't sleep that night, anxiety overtaking her. For the first time of the grand prix weekend, Y/N checked her phone. She went onto her private account, went to the for you page (for the memes) and was immediately flooded with pictures of her in Landos hoodie. Fuck, that was right. She was wearing Landos hoodie.

She didn't know if Lando went to the club with Max, but she didn't care. She wrapped her arms around her pillow and tried to get some sleep.

***

They'd been home for two days and they hadn't slept together. It was unusual, but Lando couldn't blame her, especially after what had happened in Spain.

He missed her. Which, this time just a few months ago, would have felt impossible. But he really did miss her, everything about her.

She didn't entirely avoid him, but it felt like she didn't want him anymore. They hadn't properly spoken since the grand prix, almost like they weren't even friends anymore.

Lando kept himself busy. He gamed and streamed a lot, rarely giving himself time to think about the little hole in his heart.

It was an overreaction, Y/N knew. But she was terrified of the consequences that they'd inevitably get. So far, nothing had happened. But that didn't mean it wasn't coming.

The next week was the Canadian grand prix. For every grand prix since they began living together, Y/N and Lando had travelled together. One of them would usually drive to the grand prix, taking it in turns.

This time, though, Y/N travelled alone. She made her own way to the grand prix, over thinking and then sleeping on the flight.

Lando hadn't realised she'd left. He knocked on her bedroom and pushed it open. "Y/N?" He called, but she wasn't there, already on her way to Canada.

Obviously, Y/N arrived before him. She’d slept on the flight, sure, but she still made her way to her bedroom for a nap. Exhaustion gripped her as she got under the blankets and closed her eyes, still in her travelling clothes.

When Y/N woke up, there was insistent knocking on her hotel room door. “Fine, alright!” She shouted, her voice croaky. Her throat killed as she pulled open the door and came face to face with the McLaren marketing manager. “Hey,” Y/N said, rubbing at her eyes.

“You’re meant to be doing media things with Lando,” the marketing manager said quickly.

“Fuck,” she whispered under her breath and checked the time on her phone. Had she really been asleep for that long? “Okay, I’ll get dressed.”

She shut the door and got changed. What she would have loved to do was take a shower, but with the way the marketing manager was talking, she definitely didn’t have time.

As soon as she was dressed, Y/N followed the marketing manager down to the lobby of the hotel. Outside there was a car waiting for her. She climbed into the back seat and pressed her head against the cool window as they drove towards the track.

Somehow, she fell asleep in the car once again. She woke up to somebody shaking her shoulder, and was quick to follow them into the McLaren hospitality unit. Her had swam as she walked, but she ignored it; she had a job to do.

It was the first time she had seen Lando since she left their apartment. “Hey,” she said through a croaky voice as she sat in the seat beside him.

“Are you okay?” Asked Lando, his arm resting on the sofa behind her.

Y/N quickly moved it. She nodded her head and looked at the camera in front of them as a member of staff past her and Lando question cards.

***

She was sick. That was clear to anyone as she threw up into her bathroom. But to her, it was just stress. She’d had a taste of her first win and she wanted more. Th thought of trying to keep being consistent was making her so stressed that she was coming across sick.

She threw up before qualifying. How she made it all the way to Q3, she didn’t know, but she struggled to qualify in the top five. As soon as qualifying was done, Y/N rushed back to the hotel room while the team at McLaren took care of the media for her. She managed to avoid fans as she was driven back to the hotel.

As soon as she was in her room as she asleep on her bed, still wearing the McLaren shirts and shorts that she had left the circuit in. She didn’t even climb under the covers before falling asleep, her head just about on the pillow.

Again, she woke up to somebody knocking at her door. Again, she reluctantly stood up and pulled open the door.

Only this time, it was Lando on the other side of the door. “Shit,” he whispered as he looked at her. “You look…”

“Like shit,” Y/N answered for him.

“Are you okay?” Lando asked again and Y/N nodded, leaning her forehead against the wood of the door frame. But Lando clearly didn’t believe her. He stared at her, raising his eyebrows, waiting for her to take it back, to tell him that she was feeling as terrible as she looked.

Still, she couldn’t admit it. Lando tried to walk past her, to get into her room, but she stood in his way. “What do you want, Lando?”

“I want you to admit that you’re sick and let me take care of you.”

“I don’t want you to take care of me,” she said, somewhat stubbornly.

So, Lando grabbed a hold of her shoulders and forced his way into her room. He sat the door behind him and sat her on the bed. “Talk to me,” he said, kicking off his shoes and laying back against her pillows.

“About what?” She spat back, crossing her arms as she looked out of the window.

“About why you’re not talking to me.”

She visibly deflated. Fuck, she had missed him, but their last time had scared her enough to keep her away. No, he was just asking to get into her head before the race.

“Max hasn’t told anybody, you know,” he said, leaning forward and placing his large hand on her shoulder. “He’s not going to.”

Y/N twitched her head towards him, but she didn’t say anything.

“We could go back to the way we were, you know,” Lando continued. “I… I miss you and I want to go to how we were.”

She let out a sob and wiped beneath her eyes. She missed it too. Missed him. “I-“ but she couldn’t say more than that.

Wordlessly she crawled towards him. she laid down beside him, placing her head on his chest. “Lando, we can’t tonight,” she said.

“I know,” he responded with a nod. “You’re sick.”

“I’m not sick!” She insisted.

“You’re sick.”

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[writingsonsaturn]

Tim's wife coming home for good from the army(that's how her and Tim met) and surprises him at the station and meets the rookies who couldn't believe the hardass Tim bradford was such a softie for someone, let alone married -you did very good on my last request thought I'd give you my other one I had in my notes

for good? - tim bradford

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🪐: here you go pookie <3 and thank you so much! i had a really fun time writing this

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The plane ride was tortuous, your leg bounced up and down uncontrollably waiting for your flight to end so you could finally see Tim. 

You had been deployed for nearly two years, and it was hard. Your contract had finally ended, you neglected to tell Tim you had not re-signed it. You had contacted Wade and formed a plan with him to assure everything would go to plan and stay a surprise.

Tim was used to you not calling everyday knowing how busy you were so that was already taken care of, god how you missed Tim. The last several months you knew you were retiring, it was killing you to not share it with Tim but you wanted to be face to face with him, to see the surprise on his face, to be able to hug him tight and tell him you were never leaving again.

As soon as the plane landed you were on your feet reaching for your carry on, you were the first to unboard. Time felt as if it slowed, you looked around and saw families rushing for their flights, and people sitting around or nodding off waiting for their gates to be called. You had almost forgotten what a civilized society looked like, constantly being cooped up on base with people who wear the same clothes, walk, talk, and breathe the same way. 

Your eyes became blurry, the image of everything you’ve missed suddenly hitting you. All of the quiet late night talks you didn't get to have, all of Tim’s milestones you weren't there to cheer him on for, nothing had paused when you left, and it was foolish for you to think they would but a small part of you hoped. Your heart ached but you continued your walk to baggage claim, impatiently waited for your bags to finally come into sight on the conveyor belt. 

The car ride to the station had been long, although you were jetlagged, the excitement of finally seeing Tim was more than enough to keep your body awake. The moment you saw the station it felt like your heart had skipped a beat, the uber driver dropped you off at the main entrance and you walked in suitcases and duffle bags in hand. 

“Hello! Can I help you?”  the sweet front dusk lady asked you with a big smile, “Yes, i'm here to see Sargent, Wade Grey.” you returned the welcoming smile. She made a call, presumably to Wade and then allowed you to head up to his office.

“(Y/n)!” Wade greeted as you stepped your heavy boots into his office, “It feels like I haven't seen you in forever!” he walked over and took your mountains of bags off your shoulders and hands before giving you a warm hug. “It has been forever, Sir” you stated, formalities still ingrained in your head “Oh come on, you don’t have to call me ‘Sir,’ just Wade (y/n)” he laughed, you shook your head with a laugh accompanying his. 

Everyone welcomed you home with open arms, helping you with putting up banners and blowing up balloons, putting confetti everywhere, making the room very loud and obvious that something big was happening. Wade had made Tim go on a patrol run, making up some excuse that he needed Tim to check out an abandoned warehouse that was possibly housing drug addicts. Clearly that was a lie, Wade knew damn well no suspicious activity was going on at that warehouse but he knew it would give the precinct time to set up your welcome home party. 

Tim was very annoyed when he realized there was nothing going on at the abandoned warehouse, it was actually quite clean. Tim sighed and radioed that everything was clear and he was making his way back to the station, on his drive back he had noticed it had been a good while since he heard from you and made a mental note to try and call you later after his shift. 

The moment everyone heard Tim’s radio response stating he was coming back to the station, your nerves shot up, you had missed him so much it was killing you. It felt like your soul was constricting and struggling to wait for its other half to be connected to it again, as you waited, you noticed a few new people appear. They looked slightly confused at what exactly Wade had wanted when he radioed them to come back to the station for an important meeting, “Did we walk into the right building?” Nolan asked looking around comically, you had pointed him out immediately from the way he walked in. 

Tim had told you about the rookies a couple of years ago when they first came in, Nolan, Lucy, and Jackson. He could not stand Nolan and was glad to not have him as his “boot,” while overseas Tim had called you abnormally early telling you about Jackson and although you had not met him, you heart broke for what he could’ve been. You wished you were home to comfort Tim, and you would’ve gone AWOL just to hug Tim if he hadn’t made you promise you'd stay on base.

Now, Lucy, you had felt bad for Lucy because you knew that she was going to fall victim to all the ‘Tim-Tests’ and have to put up with all of Tim’s stern glances and lack of sense of humor. Tim had talked about Lucy quite a few time’s on calls, he told you about what she had gone through and you knew she was going to be an exceptional cop with how brave she stayed during her time in captivity.

Following Nolan’s confusion was who you assumed was his rookie, you had not been told about her yet but she looked sweet and smiled when she saw you in uniform and the sign above your head that announced “im home.” The young rookie had hit the arm of the other rookie, who Tim had mentioned, Aaron Thorsen. You knew the name, and Tim had expressed his concern for Aaron joining the team.

“You must be the rookie’s Tim told me about!” you grinned widely, they all looked at you surprised and even slightly confused “im (y/n), Tim’s wife! Nice to finally meet you guys” you continued with quiet amusement as they were all left with mouths agape. 

“Tim’s wife? The grump was able to get a wife?” the young rookie had asked, looking at you. A small laugh left your body, you knew he wasn’t a big angel at work but you never thought he was that bad to get nicknamed ‘the grump.” 

All of them came up to you, introducing themselves and making small remarks at how different you were from Tim, you were sunshine compared to him. That’s what they said at least.

While you all were talking you heard the familiar voice you have waited so long to hear in person, “What happened? What are you guys all doing here?” Tim questioned fast, wondering why so many colors were blowing up in his face. “That’s no way to talk to your colleagues is it, honey.” your snarky remark nearly made him stop breathing, he looked at you, taking your form in. His eyes were wide and teary “(y/n)?” he croaked out, voice breaking. “Im home” you exclaimed with the same croak to your voice, as if time around you two stood still he ran towards you, sweeping you off your feet as he hugged you. “You’re home? I thought you weren’t getting home till next week? What changed?” He had a million questions and you could only answer him one at a time.

“Tim, Baby, I'm home for good. I didn’t re-sign.” you whispered softly, he looked at you like you had personally created the entire milky way right in front of him. “You’re home. Forever?” his knees almost buckled at the thought of being able to wake up next you everyday for the rest of your lives.

You nodded your head and hugged him tighter, he held you like you were the only woman to ever exist. He silently thanked whoever listened that you were home and safe in his arms.

Once you two were done having your moment, he introduced you to the new recruits, and Angela gave you a hug welcoming you home and telling you and Tim, you all had to go on a double date. You were still shocked she had married a lawyer and now had two children. 

You sat there with Tim, taking in your environment and enjoying the loud laughter and stories on what Tim did for Lucy’s ‘Tim-Tests’, as you sat listening to the god awful stories, you were at peace, sitting around with the people who kept your husband up and safe while you were away.

You had never been happier and you were glad to be able to feel this with Tim right by your side.

[love-toxin]

i dunno if you care about my gushing about leon being infected but.

god the remake made it so much hotter and i don’t see anyone talk about it and i don’t know how they don’t! i personally can’t stop thinking about it and i need infected/normal leon carnally.

:) my time to revive plagas leon has come.

(cws: gn! reader, plagas!leon + a lil yandere, post-canon divergence, needles, drugging, nc groping/kissing under the influence, leon has dirty thoughts, biting, blood, reader gets tied up)

Normal Leon is flirty, playful, maybe a little bit saucy at times if the mood is right. Plagas!Leon is a complete and utter menace, and possibly the most perverse thing you've ever encountered.

At the very least, he's not a complete puppet for Saddler's machinations. He has moments of clarity here and there, but they make way for a deep, unconscionable shift in personality when his mind finally accepts that his body is no longer the same. It's difficult to deal with, you can imagine--or you could, if Leon wasn't relentlessly tracking you down and hellbent on not letting you leave the village.

Could he try to talk to you? He could, if you would listen. But every time he faces you with those piercing carmine eyes, you start backing away, and that pretty face twists in fear and disgust at what he's become. Every time you shoot at him, you try to reconcile it as putting down the monster in him and not putting down Leon. But your sweet, gentle conscience can't accept that there's no difference anymore. This is all him, good, bad, and ugly.

Oh, but you're still so cute. You're so mad at him for the way he is, you throw things at him and grab Ashley's wrist to hurry her away when he comes walking up. He was angry when you managed to slip out of his grasp despite feeling that urge to kill you rising, but when Saddler was finally taken out, Leon felt his free will return and realized he had the chance to make his own fate.

And that's why he's waited. He waited day, after day, after day for you, having had to watch you leave with Ashley and Luis in tow and replaying that scene in his mind a thousand times over. The island is gone now, but the rest of the area needs tending to. He spends his lonely days ridding the castle of pests, disposing of bodies, clearing the village away and getting rid of any remnants of Los Iluminados. They don't belong here anymore because they couldn't leave anyways, and since he can't either, he has to cull the ones who might get in the way of your arrival.

Because he knows you. He knows you're certain of his abilities, but even if there was a shadow of doubt about his survival, you won't be sleeping well wondering whether Leon is still alive. If he can be saved, or if he just needs to be put down properly. He doesn't much care where your reasoning lies, so long as you do what he's sure you will and return to the village to find closure.

It barely takes any time at all--in less than a month, you're standing at the edge of the village by a newly-repaired bridge, a local police car parked anxiously by the entrance for fear of what lies ahead. You've got your gun, a map scribbled out from memory, and his jacket over your shoulders. Adorable. You missed him.

There's really nothing to fear, but he won't let you get much further than that village. There are a few Ganados stationed there as plants to relay information to him, but aside from feeding your fury as you take them out they really don't serve much purpose. Leon can feel you here, your feet hitting the ground as you run and the breath burning your lungs as you hurry away from the mob, booking it straight for the castle gate.

How sweet of you to visit him at home. He can't help but stalk you for a bit, watching you wander about the immense palace and search for clues, flip through his notes and break down into tears when you realize he's still alive. You have so much hope, and it's all stored in that little bottle of pills and a needle filled with sedative.

It all falls away when you neglect to notice the latter missing from your belt, only to thrash and scratch wildly at his arm when he comes up from behind to restrain you. A little pinch in the neck, a choked up sigh, and you collapse so limply in his arms like a doll.

Oh, he missed you. It's so much easier to kiss you when you're unconscious, you don't run away or shove him or shout at him that he's a monster. He wants to kiss you in other places, but...not now. He can be gentle and intimate with you like that later. You barely even flinch, you don't even kick at him when he gropes your thigh and brings his mouth to it to bite down. You taste so sweet, he just wanted a bit of your blood to satisfy the craving--he won't make it a habit, that is unless it ends up turning you on when he does it in bed like he's planning to.

And he is planning. You have a future together but it doesn't include anyone else--he's been given an escape from that depressing life he never wanted, but he's not finding a new one without you, the only good thing he's got in this world. Even if he's got to tie you up so you don't attack him the moment you wake from your stupor.

"Let me go! I'll kill you!"

You don't mean that, sweet thing. You're just tired, and scared, and you missed him. That's why you came back--not a force on earth could've made him revisit the site of Raccoon City after what happened there, but you came all the way back and threw yourself into danger for him, even knowing all that you know. The rest of this ugly world isn't worthy of you.

"I'll fucking shoot your brains out for taking him away from me!"

So feisty and cute. Is he really the one that's obsessed? Because watching you cry in desperation and struggle against your bindings is pretty telling, especially since you stop the moment his cool hand touches your chin. You know what he is, and yet you still look up at him like he's the same he always was.

"L-Leon, if you're still in there, I can get you out. There's a facility in Arklay that agreed to help--you can come home!"

It's a shame you're so hopeful. You even grace him with a relieved smile when he backs off, his brow softened at the sight of you practically begging for him. But it's in that darling, naïve way that shows you have no idea you're already being dragged down with him. And you'll only see that once his hand hovers over your lap, and he gently peels back the jagged fabric you thought might've ripped on your way over a fence, or maybe in one of the many struggles against the villagers for your life.

But you understand, he thinks you do, when you finally follow his eyes and peer down at the exposed skin. The bite mark still glistens with blood and saliva from where he sucked hungrily at the wound, but webbing out beneath your skin around the site are thin, black trails that move along your flesh like veins. And they grow as the seconds pass, spreading out deeper within your body as the infection begins its process.

You look up at him so frightened, and yet so angry, that he can't help but kiss you then. You don't have unbound arms to beat at his chest, or breath in your lungs to scream or cry at him for what he's done to you. His tongue swallows all those muffled curses up, sliding wetly between your lips to taste that effervescent warmth he knows you won't lose in your transformation. You're simply too radiant to become as cold as he is, although he's sure it'll add an exciting thrill to the sensations you'll share when you let those locked desires of yours flood out of you. Who knows, you might get so enthusiastic about your newfound power that you don't let him leave the bedroom for days--Leon would certainly welcome that after all this wretched time apart.

"Just get some rest, sweetheart." He whispers barely a hair's length from your mouth, tongue flicking out to trace your bottom lip and indulge in a delightful shiver up your body. "Let Las Plagas give you strength, and I'll show you how to handle the power. And...welcome home, darling."

[theywantedplayer]

ok but like imagine your a hughes sister and ur secretly dating cole caufield and then your all at the lake house and Cole’s banging you and every-time u make a noise Cole’s like ‘ you wouldn’t want ur brothers hearing this would you’

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This was asked early today but I just LOVED the idea so i did it today. I love asks like this

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You knew Cole coming over to the lake house this off season was a bad idea, you were excited to see your boyfriend but you didn't want to get caught. Your brother’s would kill you and Cole if they found out you've been dating for 5 months.

You, your brother and Cole just got off the boat and you all went to get changed. Cole went into his room and shut the door only for him to open it a second later to check in the hallway to make sure there were no Hughes brother’s in sight. And when he saw none he ran across the hall into your room and when he opened the door you had your back towards him only in your bikini bottoms.

“Next time fucking knock” you curse out thinking it was one off your brothers

“Chill baby its just your very sexy boyfriend” Cole jokes Making you turn to face him

You were covering your chest with your arms, Cole had one Intention when he opened the door  and you being already shirtless really helped him out. He leaned in and kissed you softly. He stared at you for a second like he was thinking. He pulled you into a rough kiss grabbing you by the jaw.

You moaned at his roughness. When you were on the boat you couldn’t sit beside Cole because if you did you knew he was going to touch you so all that Piled up and it was overflowing now.

He pushed you onto your bed and quickly attached his lips back to your jaw

“Cole no marks” you warned

He hummed in response, he knew the rules. Don't get him wrong he loved being able to hang out with the Hughes brothers but he couldn't wait to go back to Montreal and be able to do whatever he wanted with you.

You felt Cole’s hands move your Bikini bottoms to side

“I hate to say this but we gotta be Quick” You warned, knowing your brothers were either down stairs or just across the hall.

You heard Cole’s swim shorts hit the floor, you bit your lip knowing what came next. Cole pumped his cock A couple of times before he pushed into you. You gasped as you felt his thick cock push into you. Your nails digging into his forearms. Cole was standing at the end of the bed and you had your legs wrapped around his waist.

“Fuck C-cole” you moaned 

“Yea baby you like that?” he teased making your stomach flutter

As Cole pounded into you his other hand started to play with your tit’s, pinching and squeezing at whatever he could. Making you whine and moan. He loved the way your tits bounced when he pushed into you and the way you moaned. He loved the fact your brother and his best friends were downstairs  and the rise was high off getting caught.

He knew how bad you wanted it, being stuck on that stupid boat all day not being able to touch you, when your tit’s were shiny from sweat and the sun hit them just right the way they bounced when you walked to the cooler to get a beer. Fuck he Couldn't do it anymore.

You ran your hands over your chest and grabbed Cole’s hand and held it, he turned you into a moaning mess.

“you wouldn’t want ur brothers hearing this would you” Cole teased

You just moaned in response. Cole used this other hand to chrome down and play with your clit making you whimper being close to cum.

“Oh god Cole don't stop please-not stop” You pleaded 

“Oh baby I won't” he smirked 

He leaned down to pull you into a kiss Silencing your moans, as much as he loved the Adrenaline Rush of getting caught he didn't want too and you were getting a little too loud. Cole could tell you were cumming by the way your legs shook around his waist. As you came Cole moved faster trying to catch his high.

“Fuck,fuck,fuck” he said “Where y/n where?”

“On my tit’s, Cum on my tit please” you answered

You whined when you felt Cole pull out and cum on your tit’s. You bit your lip at the sight off Cole’s head hung back and jerked himself off onto your tit’s. When he looked down at you he took a mental note to remember this, fuck you looked good like this. He leaned down and kissed you softly.

“Round two in the shower?” he asked smirking 

“Again?” you asked 

“I wanna fuck you in every room in this goddamn house”

[sidekick-hero]

Grow back your sharpest teeth, you know my desire

(steddie | wc: 548 | explicit | cw: vampire!steve, blood sucking, dub-con | written for @steddiemicrofic's prompt charm)

Vampires are commonly known as vile leeches without souls, morals, or compassion. They know only one emotion: hunger.

At least, it's common knowledge among Eddie's kind, because hunters know things civilians don't. Civilians are little more than sheep waiting to be slaughtered by the big bad wolf. If it were not for people like Eddie.

One particular big bad wolf has been a thorn in his side for months.

It started when Eddie decapitated another creature of the night that had a tendency to attack and kill pretty young girls. Girls like Chrissy, who barely survived because Eddie came to her rescue at the last second.

When he took her home that night, she gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek in thanks before running into her house. Her lips were dry and warm and a hint of her perfume had caught Eddie's nose, so he couldn't really be blamed for his wandering mind.

It had only taken a second, but a second was all it took for someone with superhuman strength and speed to pull him into the woods behind Chrissy's house.

Eddie thought he was fucked.

And he was, just more in a biblical way.

They call it compulsion: a charm that strips a vampire's prey of any free will.

It didn't take much: a look into dark hazel eyes, their red gleam giving them an otherworldly look. A few words spoken in a whiskey-smooth voice, cooing at Eddie as a cold hand ran along his cheeks, down his neck, over his pounding pulse. A sweet smell, like a honey trap, fogging his senses.

It put him under a spell, will-less and pliable for the vampire to do as he pleased. Before Eddie knew what was happening, his hands were clawing at a tree, the bark leaving marks all over his body from the way the vampire's violent thrusts pushed him against the tree again and again and again.

"Aren't you pretty? So eager, so willing to take it. Giving it up for me so easily when you killed one of my kind just minutes ago."

And Eddie? Is sobbing, begging him to stop, only that the words coming out of his mouth are "yes oh God yes please more, harder, fuckfuckfuck, GOD" in an endless litany of profanities and pleas.

And then the vampire bit him, right where neck meets shoulder, and Eddie came with a scream, painting the bark that was still rubbing against his sensitive skin, mixing intense pleasure with pain. He felt himself clenching down on the delicious length inside him, milking it as the vampire milked his veins.

When he pulled out, Eddie felt his spent leak out of his hole, and cold fingers pushed it back in. "Keep it warm for me, darling. I'll put more in next time."

And by God, he did.

Eddie doesn't know how, but the vampire keeps finding him, keeps fucking him, the hold it has on Eddie powerful and unbreakable.

He learns his name is Steve, has moaned that name more times than he can count, but not tonight.

Tonight he's ready.

He lifts the amulet and faces Steve. "This ends here and now, your spell is broken."

Steve smirks. "Oh, baby, it was all you. I never put a spell on you."

[sonderessence]

thinin' 'bout you. aki hayakawa x female reader

contains / warnings: maybe a bit suggestive?? kisses! :3

authors note: i had this on my mind and wrote it down so i wouldn't forget it 😭

— now playing . . . she's mine pt.2 by j. cole ( yes, ik this song is about a baby🙄 )

. posted on ... 11 / 24 / 2023

aki couldn't stop thinking about you since he first saw you at the devil hunting agency. you were new; but fearless when it came to fighting, something that made him even more interested in you.

as discrete as he tried to keep his feelings when it came to you, his heart would always flutter when you touched his shoulder; it was such a small habit you carried since meeting him. to tell the truth, as much as aki voiced the fact that he hated physical contact, he couldn't be far from the truth.

aki would lie awake in bed, thinking about your face. god, you were so beautiful to him, just hearing your sweet voice would cause him to melt. he'd wake up in a sweat and curse himself for all the erotic dreams he would have about you-

no...he can't feel this way about anyone. he can't bear to see you cry about him and the stupid things he does that'll get him killed one day.

you'd always fuss at him about smoking.

"y'know, those things cause serious health problems."

"i know."

"so why do you smoke?"

aki smoked to take the pain away. his addiction started a couple years after the death of his family and got worse and worse after himeno's death. he'd drink occasionally, but the strong sent of nicotine entering his lungs easily beat a next day hangover.

one thing aki realized after you two got close, was his smoking habits grew less. just being around you kept him calmer than a death stick could.

the first time you asked to come over to his house he panicked, but of course said yes in a heartbeat. he kicked denji and power out, telling them to 'go to the park, and don't do anything stupid!', so they wouldn't ruin anything else in the house.

when he opened his front door, he saw you with that same warm smile you always had around the agency. no matter how hard things got, you kept that smile.

as you walked into his house, marveling at his small cozy apartment, his eyes mindlessly fell to your ass. that damn skirt you wore...he could kill himself for thinking whatever he was thinking.

aki was a pretty calm guy, but the calm facade died down and ran away when you sat next to him; your leg brushed over his, causing his breath to get caught in his throat.

"you seem nervous hayakawa, what's the matter?"

he didn't answer but kept his eyes fixated on you.

"akiiii" you teased, cupping his face with your soft hands. you noticed a spark in his eyes when you called him by his first name. his eyes met yours and made their way down to your lips.

a soft red tint coated his face, oh how he wanted to kiss you. he'd been waiting for this moment for months; months of avoiding you so he'd forget his feelings towards you, months of sleepless nights because his mind would be clouded with thoughts of you, months of pushing his feelings to the side because he was scared to fall in love.

he couldn't do this.

so he didn't, instead mumbling an incoherent e-excuseme- before running into the nearest bathroom.

was he just a lovesick looser who couldn't dare tell the love of his life how he felt?

a/n: yall know i ate with this one, don't lie 🤭

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[singmyaubade]

the winner takes it all

warning : contains cursing

sypnosis : james will never see what is right in front of him.

james potter x female!reader

you and james had been friends for six years, a long six years at that. you were always the person james had went to when he had any problems.

you didn't mind because you loved james even if he only felt it platonically.

everyone knew you loved james except for him.

you would do anything if it guaranteed james's happiness.

and you could tell that he would do the same for you.

he knew that you liked him when you had confessed last year but he told you he couldn't and he liked you too but lily stood in the way.

it hurt but you understood and he promised you that if he ever got over lily, the only person he would ever love would be you.

and you took that to heart.

recently, you were starting to feel that james had felt the same way. he stopped pining over lily evans a months ago and started focusing more on the both of you by calling you 'beautiful' and 'the prettiest thing.'

this was finally your year.

your year to finally ask james out.

it was a week before the yule ball and you had heard a tip that james was planning a grand surprise to ask someone special. your heart fluttered, thinking about all the ways james would ask you.

supposedly, it was going to happen today and you just couldn't wait.

you had told your cousin charlotte and your friend group everything, practically beaming in the knowing that james potter was going to ask you.

who else would james ask instead of you?

you were going to ask remus but you knew he was probably sworn to secrecy and he did have knowledge of your feelings so you knew he would tell you if it wad anyone else.

so when you went inside the common room to see a golden snitch flying over to you, you knew that james had exactly planned this.

except it didn't fly over to you.

it flew behind you.

you looked back to see your cousin, holding the snitch in her hand. she looked at you with wide eyes to see james come out of his hiding a bunch of people cheering.

"charlotte, will you go to the yule ball with me?" he asked with a smile.

charlotte looked at you then at james and with a simple movement said, "of course." the entire crowd cheered and james hugged charlotte in excitement.

you completely froze, not processing what had just happened.

james looked at you, "oh my god y/n, i'm sorry i didn't tell you. i just wanted to keep it a huge secret." he laughed, acting as if he didn't remember the things he had said in the previous year.

in that moment, you couldn't even smile or pretend to be happy for him.

"uh y/n." he waved his hand in front of your face.

a tear rained down your cheek as you looked at him with glossy eyes, "good for you james." you shoved past him.

you walked faster in the hallways as james had caught your arm, "y/n, what's wrong?" you could see the rest of the marauders and charlotte come out of the common room.

"are you fucking kidding me?" you asked, yanking your arm away, "i mean you can not be this fucking stupid james."

he looked at you, "i know what i said last you but things change and i didn't want to upset you, i just don't understand why you aren't happy for us."

"of course you wouldn't, you never do!" you yelled, laughing manically, "i have spent three years doing whatever you had asked, being there for you all the time. i waited years for you to get over lily evans, breaking my heart in the process and you ask my cousin to the yule ball after you told me last year that you would only love me." you cried.

"i know but-" he started.

"don't give me some bullshit excuse james, i don't even care to hear it." you snapped as he frowned.

"y/n." charlotte called.

"and you, why would you even say yes? you know how i feel about him and you had the audacity to say yes." you looked at her in anger.

she frowned, "y/n, i love him too."

you felt as if you were going to kill her, "are you serious?" you scoffed.

"i always wanted to tell you but you never gave me the chance and i can't control my feelings, i never wanted to hurt you." she explained, "don't blame him, i never let him tell you."

"tell me what?" you grew red.

she looked down in shame as james looked at her as if she was going to do something that would destroy the earth.

"tell me fucking what charlotte?" you asked again, inching towards her.

"that we are together." charlotte whispered.

you looked at her as if you had no idea who she was. the amount of hurt you felt was unreachable, you could feel yourself slipping.

"did all of you know?" you looked at the rest of the marauders as well as lily, marlene, mary, and dorcas. they all looked angry at charlotte and james for the entire situation but couldn't say that they didn't know.

"honestly fuck all of you." you cried, "all of you can fuck off of my life indefinitely." you looked at them all then at james, "and just so you know, any signs of friendship we had is now over, i hope you both fucking rot." you spat, storming off.

you stormed over to the abandoned bathroom, hiding in one of the stalls.

you started to cry hard as every feeling came rushing in faster than you could focus.

in that moment, you wished you had never met james potter.

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A Good Wife(Part 4)

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader x Aegon ii Targaryen

(Laena and Daemons Daughter)

Warnings- incest(cousin/cousin), gentle aegon, angst ending in fluff

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"Im pregnant." You blurted out. "And its not Aemonds... its Aegons."

The clear shock on your father's face was evident. 

"Little dragon I-." For the first time in a long time, Daemon Targaryen is at a loss of words. 

"I don't know what to do." You hid your face in your hands. Daemon stood up and got down on one knee in front of you and grabbed your hands. 

"Well, first you should decide who to tell first, your husband or the father of the baby."

"You're right." You smile at him and he places a hand on your cheek, letting you lean into the touch. "Whats the worst that can happen?" 

"Aemond kills Aegon." 

"God's don't say that." Daemon stood up and you followed. 

"Hmm, well just know whatever your decision might be, just know im always on your side." 

"Thank you father." He grabbed a loc of your hair and twirled it in his hand before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your head. 

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You now hung on Ser Eowyns arm as he led you through the Keep. 

"Princess are you alright?" He asks as you were leaning on him. 

"No my friend." 

"Shall we go to the maester?" 

"No need. Can you keep a secret?" 

"Of course, you can trust me with anything." You sighed and stopped walking. 

"Im pregnant and its not my husband's." You whisper to him and his eyes widen. 

"Oh princess." 

"Aegon deserves to know first." You start walking again, pulling Eowyn with you. 

"Still mad at Aemond?" He asks amused.

"Of course I am, I still haven't forgiven him." 

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You made it to Aegons room, where he had been spending more of his time since you became lovers. He no longer felt the need too fuck the maids or attend fleabottom when he had you. 

"Aegon?" You heard fast footsteps and something fall to the ground. The door whipped open and you tried to muster up a smile. 

"Y/n!" Aegon grabbed your hand and pulled you into the room. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pushed his face into your hair. "I missed you." 

"You only saw me mere hours ago." You chuckled and wrapped your arms around him and cuddled into his neck. 

"I will be outside." Eowyn says and closes the door. 

"Aegon." You mumbled and pressed a kiss against his neck before raising your head. He brought his head back and looked at you with gentle eyes. "I have something to tell you." His then changed to concern.

"Is everything alright?" You dragged your hands up to his chest.

"Lets sit." He did as you said and sat on a chair. 

"There really isn't an easy way to say this." You say and feel your heart racing. Aegon then grabs your hand and holds it.

"Tell me." 

"Im with child. Your child." He instantly dropped your hand, your stomach dropping at the same time. 

"I- I Y/n what?" He stood up immediately and walked to the side of his bed, rubbing his face roughly. "What has Aemond said?"

"I haven't told him, I came to you first because its your child." Aegon couldn't help but scoff slightly. "What?" He didn't answer but he started walking towards the door. "Aegon wait." You took long steps after him and grabbed his arm. "Please don't leave me, I love you." That made him stop from reaching for the door knob. 

"No you don't." He says and turns to face you. 

"Yes I do." You placed your hand gently on his face. "These last two months have given me so much happiness, you've made me so happy. How could I not fall in love with you." 

He didn't want to believe you. He doesn't remember the last time someone actually said it to him who wasn't his mother, and even with her he had his doubts. 

"Do not play games.” He says and you shake your head. 

"Im serious about you, are you serious about me?" He didn't even think when he rested his hands on your waist and slowly pushed his lips down onto yours. You then wrapped your fingers into his hair and held on tightly. He then started to back you up. Your kegs hit the bed and you fell back making you let out a yelp. Aegon instantly pulled away and dropped to his knees.

"Did I hurt you?" 

"No." You gave him a reassuring smile. He reached out and places his hands on your sides and rubbed your belly with his thumbs. He then leaned down and placed a kiss on the yet to be existent bump. 

"Im sorry I almost left you, I'm just scared. Im not a good man, husband or father."

"I know." You brushed his undone hair to the sides. "But you've been doing so much better."

"Because you gave me a chance to change, and I love you for that." He placed a kiss on your belly again and rested his forehead against it. "Aemond must know." 

"Come with me, to tell him." 

"He might actually kill me."

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You stood in front of the door to your shared chambers with Aemond. You let out a shaky sigh before grabbing the handle and pushing the door open. 

"Reglos." You heard Aemond say. "What does that mean." 

"Umm." You heard Rhaegars little voice and you peered around the corner. "I don't know, im sorry."

"Yes you do, think my son." Rhaegar was sitting on his father's lap facing away from you so he didn't see you, but Aemond did, his eye flicked up to you then to his brother who appeared.

“Mmm, mouth?” 

“Yes!” You cheered and he turned around.

“Muña!” He jumped off of Aemonds lap and ran to you. 

“Did you hear me?” 

“I did and you’re doing so good, you will soon be speaking better than your grandsire.” You brush you fingers through his soft curls. You looked up to Aemond who was looking at you with a raised eyebrow, he was trying to figure out why his wife and her lover just appeared. But as many possibilities rushed through his head he couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. “Hey baby, me, your father, and uncle Aegon need to talk. Why don’t you go find the twins?” 

“Okay. Kepa will we continue our lessons?” 

“Of course, now run along now.” Aemond says and stands up. 

“Ask Ser Eowyn to escort you too the twins, remember just how I taught you.” You tell him and he nods. He is such a shy boy that you and Aemond always have to ask for him, but he has to learn one way or another. You watched him slip out of the door and heard his small voice and Eowyns deep one. A strong arm wrapped around you and pulled you forward. 

“Hello.” Aemond pushes his nose against your cheek and you smile. 

“Hello.” You turn your head to him making your noses brush against each other. He roughly smashes his lips against yours, catching you off guard and making you stumble a little. You smile and melt into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his large shoulders in the process. 

Aemond opened his eye and looked directly at his brother. Aegon could see a mischievous glint in there making him look down. 

“Aemond.” You mumbled against his lips and he kissed you harder. He then pulled away letting you take in a deep breath. 

“How has your day been?” 

“Its been good. I- uh need to tell you something.” You gestured for him to take a seat again. His face now flashed concern so he took a few steps back and sat in the chair. You stood a few feet from him with Aegon leaning against the wall. 

“Whats happened?” He couldn’t help but give a warning glare to his brother and tighten his hands into fists. 

“Im pregnant.” 

The feeling Aemond was feeling was not happienes. He didn’t feel the feeling he felt when he was told the first two times. Right now he felt confused, hurt, angry, and if he didn’t leave the room he’d do something he’d regret. He wont hurt you, never, never again. But he would hurt his brother, the father of said baby. 

Aemond stood up roughly, scooting the chair back in the process. He then walked past you and you tried to reach out and grab his arm but he gently shook it off. 

“Aemond.” Your voice cracked. The door opened and slammed shut making you jump. “Fuck.” You slapped a hand on your face and felt the stinging in your throat. Aegon stepped forward and placed hid hands gently on your arms before guiding you into his chest. 

“It’s okay.” 

“No its not, he hates me he’s going to leave me.” 

“Don’t say that, my brother loves you. The mast thing on his mind is leaving you, me and you both know he just needs to think.” 

-

Dinner was uneventful, at least for you. Aemond hasn’t come back at all. You feared he went to the Streets of Silk or… Harrenhal, but you were informed he’s been in the training yard. 

You played with Aegons fingers under the table in silence as the food was being placed in front of you. Even with the new official relationship you couldn’t exactly be open with it without starting rumors. 

You began serving yourself, picking up a small conversation with Aegon. That’s when the doors opened, you turned to look at who was coming through , Aemond. 

“Aemond!” You left your chair and ran to him and pulled him into a tight hug. He instantly wrapped hid arms around your body, practically lifting you up. 

“Im sorry, im so fucking sorry my love.” He whispered to you. “It was immature of me to walk out, I should’ve stayed and talked, talked with you, with Aegon.” 

“You just needed to think thats all.” Aemond set you down and placed his hands gently on your waist. 

“I want to be there for you, if you will let me.” 

“I want you by my side, always. Now can we please eat.” You both laughed at that and he let you drag him to the long table. A plate was then brought out for Aemond. You squeezed Aemonds hand and grabbed Aegons. The two brothers locked eyes and both gave a nod to each other. 

“So what will be done?” You father calls from his side if the table, a look of amusement sat on his face. 

“We’ll all talk later father.” 

“Talk about what? What going on?” Asks Rhaenerya and she had clear confusion written on her face. 

“Im going to be a grandsire again.” 

-

A/n- i already have how part 5 will be but I have so many things I want to add into it

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In The Name of Love | Chapter 6

Author's note: Since next Monday is Christmas day, I will be posting the chapter that should be up that day on Wednesday, which means that next week you will have new chapters on Wednesday and Thursday 😊 Also sorry about this chapter being a bit meh and on the short side, but I think I am making up for it on the next one 😁 Also, to those of you who are just reading this and don't follow me, happy holidays and merry christmas to those of you who celebrate! 💜

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Good luck tonight! Hopefully it won't rain, because those clouds look so bad… (📸) Also look at the sea. Back home it doesn't get like this  (📸) The food here is just 🤤 (📸) You have fans who aren't teenagers 😱 (📸) I wonder if they'll think I'm one too (📸)

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"And?"

"Nothing yet" I sigh. "This was a good idea, right?"

"It was" Emma says, giving my hand an encouraging squeeze. "Traveling to the other side of the country to watch him play is so romantic!"

"I don't care if it is romantic or not. I just want to explain everything to him and for things to go back to the way they were."

"Who would have thought you would end up missing a teenager's dick, uh?" she laughs.

"I should have brought Silvia with me" I reply, rolling my eyes.

"But sadly, she's too busy with Pau finally being back, so you'll have to deal with me" she smiles.

It's been a month since that stupid engagement party, since Pedri and I had that argument, since I last saw him in person. And I've felt like shit every single day.

I should have been honest with him. I should have opened myself to him, share all my fears. But I couldn't. I was too much of a coward, and because of it, I may have lost the person who managed to finally make me close a chapter of my life. The person that gave me what I needed to finally let go. 

But I'm ready now. I'm ready to tell him everything. And that's why Emma and I are here, though her first plan was a bit stalkery.

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"I just sent him a good luck message before the game and he has left me as read. Again" I sigh. 

"At least you know he hasn't blocked you."

"Yeah, I guess. But I can't keep living this, I have to do something."

"Why don't you just show up at his house and don't leave until he listens to you?"

"I can't do that, Emma. He'll end up calling the police."

"Then why don't you go watch him play at the Camp Nou? Maybe his friends can help you corner him somewhere so you can talk."

"That isn't such a bad idea, you know… Though they are going on international break after tonight's game." 

"Then let's go watch him play with Spain! You could even wear his shirt, I'm sure he would like that. You aren't allergic to that one, are you?"

"I'm not, no" I laugh. "But I don't know where they are playing and when. And there may not be tickets left."

"Then let's find out" she says, taking out her phone and starting to type.

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A couple of hours after that conversation, and mostly thanks to Ferran, we had it all ready. We would be spending the weekend in La Coruña, a city in the West of Spain where the national team is playing, and where, hopefully, I will find a way to convince Pedri to let me explain myself. 

"Is it him?" Emma asks when my phone buzzes.

"Oh my God" I gasp. "It's him, he has replied!" I say, my hand shaking.

"What does he say?"

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Val, what is all that? 

Are those photos real?

Yep

Are you here? 

In La Coruña? 

And wearing my shirt? 😳

I am

Wait a second

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"Emma, he's facetiming me."

"Then pick up!"

"How do I look?"

"For the love of God, Valeria. Who cares? Pick up!"

"Ok" I say, taking a deep breath. "Hello" I smile.

"Show me around."

"What?"

"Show me around, Valeria."

"Don't need to be so rude, Pedro" I say, moving so he can see where I am. Emma and I had sat down on a bench not too far away from the stadium to kill time until we can go inside.

"You are here. You… Why?"

"Well, Emma and I had a free weekend and wanted to disconnect from the kids, we saw an ad about the game, we had never been to La Coruña, and we said, why not?" I shrug.

"Let's go disconnect from the kids by watching other kids play" Pedri chuckles.

"Asensio isn't a kid."

"Then why are you wearing my shirt?" he asks, arching an eyebrow.

"It was the only one left in the shop" I shrug again.

"Sure" he laughs.

"It was yours or Morata's, and you know how I feel about him."

"I do, yes" he laughs again. God, I had missed hearing him laugh. "Anyway, I gotta go, we are leaving the hotel now."

"Ok."

"Thank you for coming to the game."

"Of course" I smile. But he doesn't. He's gone serious again.

"Bye, Valeria."

"Bye" I say before he hangs up.

"That went well, didn't it?" Emma says.

"Did it?" I sigh.

"It did! You had a little moment there, so there still is hope."

"I guess, but he kept calling me Valeria and… Wait" I say when my phone buzzes again.

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Don't forget to send me your good luck text. 

It is the last thing I always read before warm up

I won't. I promise 😊

❤️

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"See? There still is hope!" Emma says, grabbing my arm and squeezing it. She's actually hurting me, but I don't care.

Because there still is hope.

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𝐒𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐕𝐈

Dark AOU WandaXReader (Quick Fic)

Summary: Wanda is adjusting to living in a new country. In a new home, Tony decides to throw a massive party to celebrate defeating Ultron. Wanda becomes quite attached to you. Once she sees Natasha flirt with you, she wants you to know who you belong to.

Warnings: Dub/con, Language, Possessiveness, BDSM (bondage/degrading/Wanda dom/R sub), magical cüm-filled strap use, drinking, drunk sex, jealousy

Word Count: 4,907

The party was in full swing. Everyone was celebrating the defeat of Ultron a couple of days later. Everyone mourned the deaths, especially Wanda. She was at the stage of anger in grief. She snapped at every second something upset her. Who couldn't blame her? Her twin brother, the only family she had was killed. You couldn't imagine what she was feeling. She never opened up to you. You were her handler. You made sure she made her way around upstate New York. Her English wasn't too confident but she made due. You were young, and wanted the job Tony gave you. You worked for Stark Industries for two months before Ultron was created. You were assigned to help with Tony's image. Tony is tech-savvy yes, but your 21-year-old mind was built for social media. You made sure the Avengers (especially Tony) had a good social standing on all social media platforms. Plus you kept the entire world in the loop in their lives. You couldn't release top secret information on the internet but you shared funny clips or photos of all of them. Just to show the world that the Avengers are normal people. You lived in the new compound, it felt like you never left. So Tony decided to allow you to stay in one of the numerous extra rooms he had. 

You were in your bedroom finishing off your makeup and hair. You'd hate to admit it, but you've become more vain living here in the compound. You were surrounded by perfect bodily heroes. They woke up and didn't have to do much to look good. You always had to stay on your a-game. You adjusted the straps on your new Versace platformed heels feeling 6 feet tall. You weren't too comfortable in heels so you had no idea why in the hell you let Natasha persuade you into buying them. However, she was right. They matched your black lace bodycon dress you are wearing tonight, and you tried to pair your outfit with the right fragrance. Burberry? Dior? No. Yes, Valentino Donna. It smelt amazing; just a few sprays made your confidence skyrocket.  

Once you stepped out of your room you noticed the difference when Tony told you the bedrooms are noise cancelled. The music was blaring, it was deafening. You got closer to the huge living room crowded with dozens of people. Tony was near the DJ taking song requests, Steve was chatting with Sam, Thor and Banner were conversing with other geeky guys and Natasha and Clint were behind the bar serving drinks. From where you were standing, you couldn't see Wanda. She's probably hiding in a corner of the room only observing. You made your way down the staircase to the main dance floor cutting threw dancers. Countless men stopped mid-dance, or sentence just to stare at you. You weren't interested in chitchat, nor were you interested in men for that matter. Even when Stark and Pepper tried to set you up with hundreds of men they thought you'd like. You never had the heart to come out and tell them. Not quite yet. 

You made it to the bar waiting patiently for either Nat or Clint to see you. You could tell what their game plan was. Clint handled the beer and other already-made drinks, as Nat was the real bartender. You admired their friendship. You wished you had something like that.

"Hey there pretty lady, unfortunately, I need to see some ID." Natasha leaned over the counter making eye contact with you. You laughed abruptly looking around the room making sure no one else heard her. 

"Oh my god! Stop it! Haha! You know damn well how old I am." Natasha chuckled to herself shaking a shaker full of liquor. 

"I don't know, pretty thing like you. Under all that makeup, you could easily be a minor." She unscrewed the cap and poured a red liquid into two martini glasses, handing it to two blondes to the right of her. 

"Jesus Romanoff, are you trying to flirt with me?" You grinned fidgeting with your dangly diamond earring and playing with your earlobe softly. 

"On the contrary Miss Y/n. All I'm trying to be is a good bartender. So, what'll be?" Her arm reached pointing behind her back to the countless decisions of booze to choose from. 

"Make me a screwdriver. Extra vodka." She adjusted your posture looking out onto the dancefloor, but still no sign of Wanda. "Where's Maximoff? She's not cooped up in her room again is she?" You turned your back to the bar leaning against it. 

"Oh, you're really getting drunk tonight huh? You're off the clock Y/n, you don't have to worry about her." Natasha lifted the bottle pouring more vodka than orange juice into a short glass. "You should be enjoying yourself. Instead of searching for her, search for someone to hook up with." She winked handing you the glass. 

"Ha! Me? Hook up with some random woman? I could never." Your lips pursed connecting to the rim of the glass, the ice hit your lips first allowing the orange liquid enters your mouth. You shouldn't have asked for extra vodka. You remembered Natasha always was heavy-handed with the liquor. Your drink was basically all vodka and a splash of orange juice. 

"Yes beautiful, you can get any special lady you want. Looking the way you are." Her hand reached over touching your exposed bicep. Her thumbs caressed your skin. You blushed to feel the heaten quicken. "You're a damn flirt, Nat." You flicked your wrist towards her. 

You left the bar area stepping down the steps to the dance floor. You're entire body burnt. You haven't finished your drink yet but the burning sensation came quickly. 

"Haha fuck this drink is hitting quick!" You talked to yourself under your breath. The burning felt like a lighter under your ass. It wasn't a drunk burning, it was like you were set ablaze. You made your way to stand beside Steve. 

"Hello fellas, found any luck with the ladies yet?" The burning was starting to startle you when it was becoming hotter. You tried to push through it thinking maybe being smushed against so many people in one room with loud music was making you feel this warm. 

"Nope." Both Steve and Sam replied clinking their beers together. "You might have more luck than us though." Steve fluffed his plaid shirt; fixing his leather up. You chugged the rest of your drink knowing if you didn't you'd leave it somewhere and forget it. "Hm? Why's that Rogers?" Your fingertips clung to the rim of the glass. Sam chuckled to himself folding his arms across his chest. 

"Cause Wanda is staring you down like a hawk." Steve pointed with his hand that held his beer. You turned your head around your shoulder finally seeing Wanda. 

Her hair was slicked back into a high ponytail, wearing a deep crimson sundress with outlines of white flowers as the print. Over her dress, she was wearing a faded black leather jacket, with matching leather armbands. Her head tilted directly looking at you. Her eyes were burning red, she seemed angry. Her platform boots scuffed across the floor making her way to you. 

"There you are! I've been looking for you! Where were you hiding?" You sat your empty drink on a table meeting Wanda's gaze. She didn't initially speak she sat an unknown bottle wrapped in a brown paper back and duct tape beside your glass. 

"I've been here this entire time detka. Fata prostuță. You wanna drink? I brought a special treat back from Sokovia." Wanda's ringed fingers circled the rim of the cap of the bottle. She undid the tape pulling the bottle out of the brown bag. The bottle wasn't in English, all written in Sokoivan. 

"Oh yeah? Eu sunt fata prostuță? What is it even? Is it vodka or gin?" You grasped the bottle from her hands trying to make out what it was. Your Sokoivan was good but this bottle was hard to read. It was like the print was printed on accidentally twice. Red and Black. All you can read was the name of it printed big in the middle of the label "SOKOVI". Both Steve and Sam joined, telling Thor to come over. 

"It's just liquor. The only way for anyone to buy this is to be a Sokoivan citizen. You can only buy one bottle a year. This stuff is so strong they photocopy your ID. 

"Holy shit kid, this stuff is 100% proof. I think you can fill a Toyota Corolla with this. You sure this is legal?" Sam peered over your shoulder. Thor cackled hitting his hand this his chest. "No matter. This Midgardian drink is no match for my Asgardian liquor. This is no drink for normal mortals." He pulled out a metal flask raising it to the sky. 

"Well, then you wanna put your money where your mouth is Thor? We drink a shot of each and see who's left standing hm?" You were cocky you'd admit. So, originally you thought Thor would take your sarcastic remark and laugh it off. To your shock, he did the complete opposite. "Fine! A dual of drink it is! Natasha, bring the young girl and I shot glasses!" He threw his flask down next to you on the table pulling out the metal chairs. 

"I must warn you two. When I was 9, me and...Pietro... stole a bottle of beer from our neighbour's balcony. We sat on our step outside taking sips of it feeling grown. Our father caught us, he sat us down and made us take a teaspoon size amount each of SOKOVI as punishment. We both were sick for two weeks afterwards. I didn't even start drinking again until I was 22." Wanda laughed touching her hand to her chest. It was the first time you saw Wanda happy, genuinely in a long time. The last time you saw her this happy was when she met Clint's newborn, Nathaniel Pietro Barton. He was named after her brother. She wished he met him. She looked so cute holding the baby.

The crowd started to surround us after hearing Thor boast about him kicking your ass. You were not afraid. You knew you could hold down liquor. Though these both weren't ordinary drinks by no means. 

"Honey, you can always opt-out. If you're not comfortable saying no I can tell blondie for you." Natasha came with the shot glasses for both of you. Grazing your hand as she dropped off the glasses to the table. 

"Thank you, Romanoff. But I think Y/n can handle it. She's stronger than you think." Wanda gritted her teeth towards her, hovering behind you. Her brows furrowed flipping her ponytail to the other side. Her hands pressed down on your shoulders, your dress had spaghetti straps. Your body jolted feeling Wanda's small cold hands touching your exposed skin. Her rings on her finger dug into the tops of your shoulders. It was sharp but in a way, you enjoyed feeling her on you. 

"Oh don't get me wrong Wands, I know she's a tough girl. But she's going against a god with a drinking problem. I just don't want her to overdo it." Natasha could tell Wanda was mad at her piping up, she looked down at you in confusion. You gave her the same expression wondering what had gotten into Wanda. Until Nat gave a little cheeky smirk. You couldn't tell what it was for. 

"What? You don't think I can take of Y/n? Is that it?" Wanda's hands lowered off your shoulders down to your biceps. Stroking the outside of your arms with her thumbs. Her nails were naturally long with a coat of cracked black nail polish, and every circle she made with her thumb ran a sharp fondness of her nail. 

Natasha's smirk never left staring directly down at you. "Oh no, don't mind me. If you think you can take care of Miss Y/n. Then be my guest. She'll be the last drunk I have to deal with at the end of the night I guess. I'll leave you two alone." She snickered staring directly at Wanda, before leaving you two she looked at you once again giving a wink. Retreating to Clint who started taking bets on you and Thor. 

"You do that Romanoff." Her tone was cold. "Don't let her scare you detka. You're a big girl. You can take it." Her hand joined your jaw doing the same circular motion she was making on your arms. 

"Now. Open up." She held your jaw tightly, using her other hand to grab one of the shots. Both were clear so we all didn't know which is which. She let your lips softly touch the prim tipping the liquid into your mouth. It burnt worse than the burning feeling you felt moments ago. It tasted like gasoline but 10 times worse. Like flavoured gasoline. Peppermint? Maybe. You couldn't fully get the real taste of it thank god or else you would've puked. Either way, it tasted awful. Thor did the same shooting back either one, letting out a huge cheer. 

"That's the spirit, Wanda! Let the game of drink commence!" He swiped his other shot throwing that one back as quickly as he let go of the first one. You grasped onto the glass doing the same motion. You almost puked. The second one was way worse. Much, much worse. You'd rather drink the peppermint gasoline. It just tasted like straight bleach. The smell, the taste. You swear for a brief moment that's what they gave you. 

                                            

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An hour or two has passed. Maybe it was only 30 minutes. You couldn't tell, you couldn't even remember who you were. Steve was by your side helping you sit up straight. You were sweating bullets. You were a mess. Your dress straps hung off your shoulders, Wanda constantly had to fix them as you moved in your seat. You were too stubborn to give up. You and Thor were on the sixth set of shots. Thor was slurring, frailing his muscular arms around like a lunatic. 

"You okay frumos? You look like you should tap out huh?" Wanda caressed your temples lifting your head to look at her. Your reflexes were involuntary, your lips lifted on each corner. "Nah!! I'm fucking fine Wanda! I can do another couple of rounds." Your body slumped forward making your tits bounce against the table. Your head was too heavy for your neck letting your face smash into your chest. Steve and Wanda took either side of your body pushing your back onto the chair. Wanda wrapped her hand around the back of your throat holding you up. "Come now Y/n. You proved you're point. You showed me and that little flirt Widow you can hold your own. Let's bring you back to your room." Her cheek grazed yours as she whispered in your ear. 

"No Wanda! I'm not done yet! I take care of you! Not the other way around! Thor! Pour me another!" You slurred letting the words drool out of you. You bolted from your seat standing straight. The Sokoivan and Asgardian liquor hit you like a ton of bricks once all the blood flow is released into your legs. You almost fell flat on your ass. Steve had quick reflexes hositing you up by your wrist. 

"Woah there come on Y/n. Please sit back down." Steve gave your wrist a tiny tug trying to lead you back to the seat. You looked over at Wanda seeing her facial expression from a smirk to a hostile glare. Her head tilted again looking down through her eyebrows. Her eyes changed from green to deep red. "Y/n. Listen to us. Now." 

"What is your neck and ears broken? I told you no! Come, come Thor. Pour em!" You twitched breaking free from Steve's hand. Sam shook his head pouring two shots of each liquor for Thor and yourself. "This is it, guys. This is your cut-off. I don't care who wins. Let's hope you both survive tomorrow morning." He pushed two shot glasses in front of you and him. Sealing on the caps tightly. Tony was video recording the entire event. Clint and Natasha were sitting at the bar table watching the disaster from the distance. You threw the one shot into your mouth almost forgetting to swallow. 

"Y/n. Listen to me. Be a good girl and sit your ass down." Wanda's small fingers pointed sharply at the chair behind you. You knew you were too drunk to answer. You had other thoughts brewing. 

"Wanda? Give me my last shot! Then I'm done!" You whipped around facing her directly. Wanda raised an eyebrow grabbing hold of the last shot. "Really now? You promise me?" 

"Fuck yes! Let's do it!" Your head bowed staring at Wanda's boots. 

"Will you let me do it my way detka? Huh, baby?" Her finger lifted your head from your chest. 

"Yes..let's get it over with it." Your arms wrapped around Wanda's hips. She jolted bucking your hands away. "Drink now. Play later." Her arm pushed yours away. You gave a puzzled look at her remark, not fully knowing what she meant. She pressed her lips on the shot glass drinking it back. 

"Hey!!" You were too drunk to talk, every word slurred any emotion. She didn't swallow the liquor, her head leaned forward crashing both of your lips together. Her lips parted allowing the liquid to glide from her mouth to yours. Everyone cheered and hollered at the sight of us. Wanda was taller than you, but your heels made you two the same height. Her hand was behind your head showing her dominant nature you've never fully seen yet. She let you go catching her breath. You swallowed the liquor, plobbing back down on the chair. 

"I told you I'd do it my way Y/n. Now, you're done for the night." Wanda's arms flung around your neck placing her chin on your shoulder. "Let's bring you upstairs. I'll take care of you better..." 

"Alright, just give me a second. I forgot to give Nat a case file this afternoon." Your task made you sober up for a milli-second remembering you forgot to do something before Natasha's mission tomorrow. Wanda's arms tightened around your neck, her nails dug into your bare shoulders. "How about I go and grab it tomorrow morning? I don't want you to go near her right now." You stood up pushing her away. "Wanda I'm fine. I can grab it, I'm not that drunk." Your posture was slouched stumbling to the glass doors to the research office, where the printer was. 

There sat a fairly large green folder. Your hands were going numb. You had trouble trying to grasp the folder. You knew you shouldn't have had that last shot, it was beginning to fuck you up. You must have looked like a complete idiot trying to grab this folder. Someone was laughing behind you. "Y/n? If you forgot my folder you could've told me. Instead of looking like an idiot." Natasha chuckled clicking her heels closer to you.

"I'm sorry I forgot." You didn't realize your hands were not even close to the folder, you were trying to grab it a foot away. "Here мед, let me help." Nat's body was against your back, her hands rolled down your arms clutching your hands. Your hands finally touched the green folder. "Oh finally! Thank you, Natty!" You flipped around still having Natasha close to you. Her hands reached up to your cheeks. "You're welcome you little cutie." She grinned softly, looking directly into your eyes. Her head came close planting a tiny kiss on your forehead. She let go whisking the folders away. "Come on now, Ms. Maximoff is probably having an aneurysm your not near her 24/7." 

You giggled brushing her retort. "Oh shut up, Wanda's harmless. Besides, I've been assigned to her for so long, of course, she has an attachment to me." You followed behind Natasha; shutting off the lights behind you. 

"Come now Y/n. She almost tore my head off when I told you not to drink with the god of thunder. I don't want her to get in my head again." You both walked shoulder to shoulder looking out into the crowd. You couldn't see Wanda in the crowd. You didn't realize she was behind the both of you. She was watching you two through the windows. Her eyes pierced into your body. The burning sensation came back. It felt as though your soul was being stretched like an elastic, about to snap. You initially thought you were having a heart attack. You stopped in your tracks as Natasha continued walking until she realized you weren't following her. "Y/n? What's wrong? Are you okay?" Her heels pivoted clicking on the laminate. 

"She's fine Romanoff. Go back to the party I'll take care of her." Wanda's eyes glowed with her hands dancing a crimson light. Her wrist flicked and Nat trailed off forgetting about you. Wanda stepped behind you, feeling the padding of her bra graze your shoulder blades. 

"Ești o curvă murdară..Hm? You're a cheap slut aren't you?" You couldn't speak. Your throat dried up making your saliva feel like you were swallowing sand. It hurt to breathe. "N-no...I'm not a..." Your eyes became a disco ball, black darkness with white sparkles all over. You couldn't form a coherent sentence to protest. Wanda's hand dipped under your dress cupping your crotch forcefully. 

"No? Cause you feel soaked already. Face it detka. You're a stupid slut that doesn't know how to act." Her voice strung along as you faded out.

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You woke up cold. You were somewhat sober, your head still sprung around but you were conscious. You went to sit up until you felt your arms lock above your head. You looked seeing your arms locked in leather cuffs over your head on the headboard. So were your legs. You didn't realize you were naked until you saw your ankles cuffed, your legs spread wide open showing off your small center and the light fuzz trailing down your pubic bone. 

"Awe great, you're finally awake. Good. Now we get to have some." She sat in an armchair beside the bed. She was hunched over with her hands between her legs. Her makeup was ruined, her face was naturally rouged either from anger or from crying. Her black makeup was smudged all over her cheeks. 

"What? What the hell is going on Wanda? What are you doing to me?!?" You flexed your arms trying to unhook yourself. 

"Oh no, no. You don't want that Y/n. You bruise very easily. I think you should get yourself checked. Look at the number I've done, You could connect the dots." She laughed sitting up from the chair. Her hand grazed your thigh, you saw her work and it instantly made your stomach drop. It was a mixture of big purple and red bruises. Some had teeth marks near your opening. The inside of your legs across your panty line was coated in circular teeth marks breaking blood under the skin. My god, she was right. She did do a number on you. 

"When did you do this? I don't feel good Wand." Your stomach felt hollow, it wasn't a pleasant feeling. You felt like you were going to puke or pass out again. All of this at the same time was making you feel extremely weird. You liked Wanda, but she scared you in this moment. You had never seen this side of her. 

"Nu contează detka. You need to realize you're mine. You need to stop flirting with that little tart Widow. You work for me. So all of you is mine." She didn't have her leather jacket on, she leaped onto your stomach. Her thighs glided across your tender skin. She was soft but her skin felt sticky. 

"You're going to be a good slut for me? You better be you ungrateful drunk whore." She spat out pulling her dress over her head. She threw her dress on the floor exposing everything. Her full breasts were pierced with black jewelry. They became instantly erect as the air touched them. 

"Oh god-...Wanda please no..." Your head moved around left and right thinking maybe it was a terrible dream. 

"Oh no? No? You don't have a say in this matter. You deserve to get what I'm giving you. Slutty drunks need to be taught how to act in public." Her eyes glowed red again as her hand dangled between her legs. A red sparkled cock appeared attached to her mound. You twitched trying not to cry. Your entire body tensed up knowing what was going to happen. You didn't want this to happen like this. Hell, you didn't know you'd end up like this tonight. 

"You'll love me inside you once you calm down. Be a good fuck toy for Mommy hm? " Her hand dropped down running her fingers roughly through your folds, and finally found your clit. You thought you didn't want this? So why in the hell are you wet? 

“N-no please…not like this Wanda…I didn’t want it to be like this.” You begged thinking your cries may move your capture.

“Not like this huh? How would you want it? You don’t realize I went through your search history…” Wanda’s finger traced along your breast, her nail dug into your nipple. Your face was heated knowing what she was talking about. “I saw all your porn searches, you like to watch European girls dominating and tying up other girls huh? So you’d like this then?” Her hand flicked with a red mist wrapping around your wrists and legs. The grip felt like cement around your skin. 

“Isn’t this what you imagined Y/n? A European woman dominating you? Fucking you? This Sokovian wants to teach you a fucking lesson. You’re such a dirty little slut.” Her pinky fluttered wrapping her mist around your throat tightening the grip all over your body. Wanda's index and middle fingers spread your center. "La naiba, fetița...all open for mommy." You felt the object part your folds, and you winced rightfully knowing you couldn't escape. Her hips slowly leaned in, eyes burning red. You whined sucking in air between your teeth. Her lip curled to the side smirking at her good work. "You were such a drunk slut, thinking you can just cozy up to Romanoff like I wasn't fucking watching! You're such a perfect fit Y/n. You were made for me. Just me." Wanda's hips bucked thursted out pushing back in. You whined again and came out as a moan. 

"Ah-..." Your hands twitched trying to move your fingers. Your toes curled finally feeling the pleasure overcome you. The painful sting went away, it was a calming sensation. Like Wanda let her guard down while she was inside you. You read it on her face. Her brows weren't furrowed, and her teeth were bitten into her bottom lip with her eyes closed. You let out your moans fully noticing the red around your throat turning a lighter shade of pink. 

"Oh, you like that huh? See. You are a dirty little whore." She hummed watching her strap fill your tight pussy. Your breathing was ecstatic, your drool was all over your chin dripping down your throat. "Y-yes! I'm a dirty whore. I'm a slut! P-please fuck me! Harder please!" You panted seeing her hands grope your free breasts. 

"It's good you see it my way. I'm pumping detka." Wanda's hips hit harder, the sweat from her inner thighs hit your bare ass. The friction from her skin onto yours was causing blotched burns every shade of red. 

You asked to be fucked harder. Harder she did. Every thrust into your pussy felt like it kept slipping in and out. A huge pool formed in the sheets underneath you two. You were reaching the top of your climax ready to crumble like a ton of bricks. Wanda was too, her magical strap made her feel every movement. She was cumming too. Wanda's head went back climaxing without you. You weren't that far behind, however. Seeing Wanda cum made you tip over. You screamed out as you came. 

"S-s-shit!"

"Fuck Y/n! Fuck!" Wanda screamed sliding herself out making the twitching strap disappear. 

All of her mist disappeared also freeing you. You leaped up onto your knees. Wanda's back was turned to you. "What are you doing detka?" She ran her fingers to her scalp pulling out the elastic. Fluffing out her brown locs to take out the kinks. "I'm going to show a western custom." You kissed her shoulder, you grabbed her shoulders pulling her down into her bed. Getting on top of her. "What in the hell are you doing?"

"Come cuddle with me, please?" You wrapped your arms and legs around her torso like a spider monkey. You buried your face into her chest. 

"Îmbrățișa?" Wanda's voice was confused like she didn't know what you were talking about. 

"Da. Îmbrățișa.We cuddle afterwards." Your cheek rested on her as Wanda's fingers interlocked with your hair. She huffed breathing in. 

"Fine. This is a weird custom Y/n."

[galebrainrot2024]

Gale Seeking Godhood Part VII PATH 2

Wow. This took longer than I expected because it needed to be done justice so I couldn't rush it. This is choose your own adventure, Path 2 and conclusion. Path 3 will be coming soon!

Enjoy!

CW: Death

GALE'S POV

The letters blurred before his eyes, Gale brushing his fingers against his eyes and brought away wetness. Was he crying? What time was it? Gale blinked deliriously, realizing he must have fallen asleep at his desk, now waking from a horrific dream. 

Gale could not shake the feeling that the nightmare left in his gut. It was a dream that was so evocative it gnawed at him - it felt real. One that ruins the rest of a day. 

The dream started with you stood on the docks of Boulder’s Gate, the Chionthar just on the horizon. In the dream you stood between him and Raphael midbattle for the crown, and you - you stepped between them, desperate to help as Gale launched an attack. Gale’s heart lurched and he felt the bile rise in his stomach. The image was worse than he could endure. 

Gale uttered, “Dolor” - the disintegrate spell intended for Raphael - but it missed. Before he woke from this nightmare, the image of you dissipating to nothing but dust was engraved into the darkest crevices of his brain. Gale heaved, the violent sob shaking him. What was he doing?  

For six months Godhood was his focus. He was so close to achieving his goal - he should be elated, shouldn’t he?

The last three months spent in isolation took a massive toll on him. With not even Tara for company, Gale had never felt so alone. He hadn’t heard from her and ignored the constant communication from his mother. Although Godhood was within his grasp, the power of the celestial tempting, there was a deeper yearning.  

The dream shook him to the core, the blind quest for power and its consequences rushing over him all at once. How he had nearly killed you, how poorly he treated you, how poorly he treated Tara. It made him feel sick, disgusted with himself - he was no better than the Gods. He had no excuse and he felt a new determination plant its seed.  

***

YOUR POV

You are sitting on the docks when Tara finds you, something strapped to her collar. It is a warm night, a night that makes the sky blaze a brilliant pink and orange. The clouds look like puffy treats, as if you could pluck them from the air. A cool breeze off the water whispers through your hair. 

“It took me long enough to find you,” Tara huffs mind-landing and brushes her ears with her paws as she settles. You start by the sound of her voice and yelp. “Oh, my apologies, I didn’t mean to frighten you. I’ve been give quite the task - Gale -“ 

“Don’t,” you said, holding up your hand as your expression darkened. “I’m not interested in having my heart ripped out over and over, thank you. I cannot help you. I will not help him.”  

“If you’d stop talking and listen a moment, perhaps you’d be inclined to hear what I have to say. If you insist on a closed mind, however, so be it. No wonder you an he got along so famously.” 

You grit your teeth and close your eyes, inhaling. You know if she asks for assistance you will not help. The better part of you is silenced by your curiosity and you indulge, “Fine.” Tara let out a forceful puff, indicating her displeasure. Her tail swishes and you take the warning. “What is it Tara? You came all this way, the least I can offer is to listen.” 

Tara seems assuaged and continues, “Gale wanted me to give this to you.” Tara looks at her neck and you raise a brow. “Yes, that.” You gingerly take the tightly rolled parchment, written on an impossibly small piece of paper. 

“I owe you more than simple apologies… I have been a sorry excuse for both a man and lover, and my behavior has been beyond inexcusable. I know I am not worthy of your time, company, or forgiveness. And yet - I write to ask for it. However long it takes, I will be here, waiting for you. -Gale” 

You feel the blood rush to your face, tears pricking at your eyes that begin to fall in large drops onto the parchment. You see your fingers trembling and Tara notes gently, preparing to take flight: “He forgot to note he surrendered the crown to Mystra.” 

*** 

You wait, absorbing and processing what you learned. You’re not sure how much time has passed since you received his letter. Not only did Gale want to see you, speak to you, he had surrendered the crown to Mystra after all. You fight yourself, unsure of how to feel - as if two parts of your soul tugged at the opposite ends of a rope. 

Your curiosity wanted to indulge this meeting, as did the part that desperately still loved Gale despite everything. Your logical mind, the one that wanted to protect you from further harm scolded, warned against the idea, warned against seeing him and indulging him when he hadn’t chosen you at the start. 

Gale wrote he would wait as long as it took - did he mean that? You are about to test that theory. 

** 

When you arrive in Waterdeep, Tara informs you that Gale is out - teaching - and wouldn’t be back for a few hours. Although you insisted you should leave, Tara refused and warned if you did not that she you would force her hand. You have no intention of finding out what that means. 

You sit for a while in the main hall, sunning yourself like Tara, not wanting to pry. As boredom and the nerves of seeing Gale ate at you, you decide to wander. You allow yourself to explore. You climb the iron stair to his study and the door opens with a click. It looks as it did the last time you were here and you inhale, a sharp pang coursing through you at the memory. 

You walk around the large oak desk, your fingers trailing across the smooth finish and you furrow your brow. Across his desk are all images - drawings. Some are crude sketches, some self portraits and a few of Tara lazing in the sun or playfully chasing a conjuration. A majority, though, shared the same subject. 

You. 

The first you notice was of the moment you pulled him from the portal. You are startled by how life-like it appears, gazing back at what feels like a reflection. There are dozens more, all memories Gale had of you - and some of a future yet to happen. You trace your thumb over the images and feel weak, collapsing into his chair your resolve evaporating. On some of the sketches are brief poems, words of both lament and love. Of a yearning that was visceral and you feel it deep in the marrow of your bones. 

“Oh,” your head shoots up and you and Gale lock eyes for the first time in months. “I didn’t - how are you?” He says breathlessly, although he hasn’t moved from the threshold in the door. He holds a pack, reading glasses a top his head and his gaze bears into you. You stumble as you stand and Gale lurches forward instinctively, “Are you alright?” Your breath catches as you realize the Gale you knew, the one you loved - the one you thought was a casualty of his ambition - he’s here before you now. His eyes are glazed with tenderness and something unconditional. 

“Yes, thank you,” You murmur and he clears his throat and steps into the room awkwardly, as if this is yours and he interrupted you in your own space. He stays on the opposite side of the study from you, seemingly hesitant to approach. You step to the front of the desk, closing the gap between you marginally. “You wrote.” 

“I did,” Gale breaths and begins to rub his chin, “I wasn’t sure if I’d ever see you again. To be clear,” he said abruptly, “I am very glad to see you. I’m a bit shocked actually so please excuse my ineloqunece at present.” You see his face bloom crimson as he maintains eye contact with you and you feel your cheeks respond with a similar heat and you give a wry smile. You forgot how endearing this clumsiness was. It was so raw, so genuine - a part you hadn’t seen in some time. “I am so grateful you came.” Gale took a tentative step forward to test the waters. You allow it and he sighs, his eyes brightening and he takes another. 

You hold up a hand, crossing one arm across your chest. “Why did you ask me here?” 

Gale swallows and rubs the back of his neck. “How much did Tara tell you?” 

“Hm...” You toy with how much to tell him, if any thing at all and decide on the truth. “Only that you surrendered the crown to Mystra.” You see Gale’s expression drop for a moment, his eyes swimming with shame. It makes your chest tighten and stomach clench, your hand reaching out subconsciously though Gale is too far to touch. 

“Ah. Yes, okay. Shall we sit?” Gale gestures to his balcony and you follow, eager for the warmth of the sun and the sound of the waves lapping against the docks. You sit side by side, your knees brushing against each other and Gale combs a hand through his hair, looking out onto the horizon. “I…” he looks down and chuckles, “I wondered whether to share this bit with you - considering how much you sacrificed and did for me, it feels somehow… silly and unfair that this is was the final slap in the face I so clearly needed.” Your body quakes with adrenaline, your fight or flight in full gear and you bite the inside of your cheeks to ground yourself. “Do you want the long, sordid story or just the important bits?” 

You purse your lips, and say, “How about you tell me the important bits first, and then we can decide if I indulge you in the rest.” 

Gale gives a somber lopsided grin. “Very well. Raphael paid me a visit - a personal visit from a devil is not something to be encouraged, as we know. He told me that my having of the crown was for the best - that ambition was a delicious sin for an immortal to wield. At first I thought it was hyperbole, his usual dramatics -“ Gale pauses, looking at you, “I had a feeling that I could not shake, though. What if he was right? What if, despite my best intentions, I corrupted everything? More than just the Weave, more than the heavens - but all in this space and time. That what if ate at me.” You feel yourself smile. Gale is still incapable of telling a short story. Gale seems to realize this, noticing your look. It makes him blush and laugh, “Ah, you did say just the important bits. But this is all important, really if you think about it.” You smirk and gesture for him to continue, not wanting to influence his story telling. “It happened the night before I uncovered the final incantation. The dream, I mean. It felt so real…” Gale’s voice drops and he leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he holds his mouth with his hands for a moment. 

You watch him and he sighs before sitting up again and turns to face you and takes your hands in his. Your breath hitches and you feel the rush of heat flood you. His hands are warm, familiar and it makes your soul ache for him. You allow him to take your hands, chasing the adrenaline of him. 

Gale continues: “Raphael had paid me a visit at this point and I… well, as you might imagine wasn’t exactly in the best of health. I was exhausted. You… I…” Gale’s body shudders and he breaks eye contact with you for a moment before returning to yours. His brown irises are swallowed by black pupils and you feel your lips part. The world seems to slow. His gaze is overwhelming and his tone is one you’ve never heard from him. 

“I killed you. I watched you evaporate before my eyes.” You tense and Gale quickly continues, sensing your discomfort, “The spell was meant for Raphael and you… you stepped between us because you were trying to help. You were trying to help me.” You feel a weight crash down upon you and all at once Gale’s hands are on your cheeks and you feel your hands raise to cover his. Gale’s eyes are misty and his touch ignites you. “It wasn’t real, but I felt it forcefully. I have put you in such danger, harmed you more than I can forgive myself for, and the idea of that nightmare ever becoming a reality was too much to bear. A world without you… at my own hand… that’s no world worth being part of. I am ashamed at what I was willing to give up in pursuit of vain hubris. I am so, so sorry. More than words can express. And I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness and still I ask for it. I will do everything in my power for the rest of this mortal life and beyond to be the man you saw in me from the beginning. I love you.” 

You drink in his words and feel his hot breath against your lips, your vision blurred by how close your faces are. Your mind stills and you say, “I think we have work to do,” you see Gale’s shame for a moment, before you say, “but I’m willing to let you try.” 

You take a breath and Gale grins, tilting your head as if wanting a kiss, “May I?” Your lips part and you nod. When Gale kisses you it’s as if it would be the last. As if he had never had the opportunity before. As if you had died and this was just a dream. Gale kisses you in such a way you cannot doubt the sincerity of his intentions and you allow yourself to melt into him. 

[maiyasuniverse]

I Love You

Bucky X Reader

Angst?Fluff

Summary: You're worried about Bucky.

Bucky and steve had been on a mission for a month, with no contact, sleep, or peace. It felt like you were in hell, not knowing what to expect, no one would talk to you about where and how he was because who really knew, and if they did they wouldn't be able to disclose anything to you.

You found yourself sitting on the couch snuggled up in Bucky's leather jacket, the scent was comforting but didn't calm your nerves or tears. It took about five minutes for you to be full-on sobbing, you had let yourself get attached, you wouldn't admit it but you love him.

The sound of keys fiddling at the door pulled you from your thoughts and out of your seat. Bucky took you to get a gun from Alex's last popup at your place. You sat the gun on your lap after perching yourself on the couch. You were no longer afraid of anything, better yet anyone because you could protect yourself, especially inside your home.

The door opened to reveal an injured Bucky and concerned Steve.

"See, I told you she'd be fine, she was ready to blow our heads off." Steve joked with Buck trying to elicit some kind of reaction.

"Oh, my. Oh, my god, Steve what happened?" You got up from the couch not thinking much about what clothes you were wearing not that you cared at the moment. You helped Steve walk Bucky the rest of the way to the couch, and looked at both of the men. Buck was beaten up pretty bad, you also noted that he hadn't said anything.

"We were cornered, the doctor says he'll be fine. He hasn't said anything to anyone since we've been back. I don't know if he's shocked or if his voice is still gone. All I know was that he wanted me to bring him here. Please, call me if you need help with anything the compound isn't far, any time of the day." You could steves words were sincere, he looked a Bucky with sorrow in his eyes, why, had it been his fault the situation happened? You shook the idea from your head.

Steve had seen himself out of the apartment, and you stood there quietly staring at Bucky. He didn't look back, his face was twisted in pain and you weren't sure what to do.

"Buck, I don't know how to help, I'll do whatever you tell me. I'll even drive all the way to that Mexcian place you like even tho it's across town. I'm so stupid." You began scrambling looking for a pen, for him to write with. You could feel the panic building up throughout your body, your hands shaking, and your breath being heavy.

Bucky's vibranium arm was cold against your skin, it made you slow down.

"Calm down Doll, I'll be fine. Just spend some time with me." You listened to his voice and sat beside him. Holding onto the same hand that pulled you from your attack.

"Wait," you turned to fully look at Bucky. "You're talking?" you couldn't help but laugh and he followed suit.

Your laugh turned into sobs, he held you for a while.

"I thought you died, that's why I was sitting in the dark, crying, in your jacket. Pathetic right."

"You're the first person to ever wait for me, I've never had that. I'm sorry, then steve, I don't know what's been going on with him but he wasn't at his job. We were almost killed, and I could only think about you, I couldn't do that to you. I won't. You're not pathetic, I made a promise to you. I'm never going to die on you. I promise."

"I love you." Your eyes went wide and your hand flew over your mouth.

He just chuckled, "I Love you more Doll."

[mysticstarlightduck]

"Proud of" Tag

I was tagged by @pluttskutt, (here), for this one! I'm catching up with my tags after taking a bit of a break the past few weeks (due to health reasons, which I've now recovered from), so here we go!

Rules: Post a snippet you’ve written that you’re proud of and tag 5 people. This snippet can be from today, last week, last month, or five years ago, it doesn’t matter! Show us what you’re proud of 💗

[...] "What are you doing?" Teivel peeked through the bars of the cell, suspicion written in his features as he watched Lucian shakily fumble with a key bunch.

"Getting you out of here."

The young man answered with fierce determination, already moving to unlock the rusted lock. Teivel couldn't help but gasp, horror dawning on him at this recklessness - he reached through the gap, holding onto Lucian's wrist and stubbornly keeping him from turning the key.

"Oh. No, no, no." He shook his head, lowering his voice after his words echoed around the hallway "You're a fool, they'll catch us before we're even out of the dungeons and then we'll both be stuck here. Please, just go back, and we'll just pretend this never happened. It's not worth the risk, not for me."

Lucian looked up in disbelief but did not pull his wrist away from the other's grasp. Instead, he spoke with a reassuring smile.

"It is worth it because of you, not the other way around. We need to try. I'm not letting them kill you - I couldn't care less what my father thinks, and even if I end up tried for treason, at least that way I'll know I'll never be like him."

Teivel sighed, dejection and exasperation mixing in his voice. "We're going to regret this. Even if we escape this place, something will go wrong - that war out there kills everything in its path. I won't be able to keep you safe, and neither you me."

"What if I told you there's a way to stop that war? You know the old tales as well as I do - the curse out there isn't just that, it's a prophecy. 'The Dead God's heir will be flame that'll spark a new dawn', that scroll said." Lucian spoke, hurriedly, like an anxious scholar with too much to explain and not a lot of time. He looked over his shoulder and down the hall, checking if the guards hadn't come down for their usual patrol.

He took a deep breath before continuing. "My father's soldiers are seeking him, and he hates wasting troops. If they are making such an effort to find this guy, then it's because the prophecy is real - and if we find the prince before they do, we can change things, maybe even stop the war."

"So you're suggesting that we put our fates in the hands of your people's fairy tales, and hope we won't just get captured or worse?"

Teivel asked, nearly angry, though there was a glint of something else in his eyes - something that showed that he, as much as he feared to admit it, wanted to hope that maybe, just maybe, there was a sliver of a chance that things wouldn't end in bloodshed this time.

"No. What I'm saying is that we take this chance, we don't know when another will show up." Lucian gestured around, their bleak surroundings emphasizing his point. "Maybe the stories are true, maybe they aren't, but that doesn't matter - my point is, I'd rather put our fates on the uncertainty of what's out there, than on the certainties we have here, certainties like the executioner's blade that's waiting for you tomorrow morning."

Just as Lucian paused, a telltale creak echoed through the hallway - the iron door atop the stairs slowly swinging open. The guards must've realized the keys were missing, and they'd be here any minute. Lucian felt Teivel flinch, tightening his hold on his wrist for a second, before letting go.

Lucian turned the key, opening the door. "If we're going to do this, the time is now. What do you say?"

Teivel looked at him and then up the hallway, where the guards would inevitably appear in a blink. He shook his head, almost not believing what he was about to do, before stepping out of the cell. "You'd better have a spectacular plan." [...]

Tagging (gently): @little-peril-stories, @oh-no-another-idea, @clairelsonao3, @i-can-even-burn-salad and @starlit-hopes-and-dreams

[inkwell-and-dagger]

Ruaridh had been travelling for days. Or had it been weeks? Months? They had no clue. Time seemed to pass in one incomprehensible blur, and Ruaridh was still trapped in this forest. Sure, it was a tranquil, peaceful place, but hunger gnawed at their mind as they trotted and scurried and weaved through the trees with no destination in mind.

They'd tried hunting for small prey animals like they'd learnt in one of their books — if only they had their books now — leaving a discreet trail of animal carcasses in their path, but even then the raw meat had done nothing to relieve their starvation. Water was scarce, and whether that was due to them going in a certain direction, or just overall a lack of luck, they couldn't be sure.

They'd been sleeping beneath the stars ever since their abandonment, soft grass and the lullaby of crickets lulling them into fitful sleep. Mud had begun to stain their palms and feet from having to move on all four limbs, dried blood still staining their hospital gown and claws from feasting, horns and tail tainted crimson at their tips from impaling their unfortunate little victims. They felt bad about having to kill such beautiful things, but they had to survive one way or another.

Civilisation was nowhere in sight for miles in all direction, and in a way they were glad. From what they could infer about what Derwyn had said to them, they wouldn't fit into this 'real world' in the state they're in now. The monster they are. Perhaps their only purpose was to be a ruthless killing machine, and they really were flawed. Ruaridh had never thought about freedom — they were born in the lab, as far as they were concerned — but now, with it right at their fingertips, they relished in their new-found release. Sure, it was a change from the sterile walls and chemical scent of the lab, but it was a welcome one nonetheless.

They'd been traveling for a few hours since their last rest, and dusk had arrived by now. Darkness enveloped the forest, and yet activity was still buzzing around. With heightened senses, they could hear everything from little bugs scurrying along with them, weaving through blades of grass like they were weaving through the maze of tall, looming trees.

Until something stopped them in their tracks. They'd been scanning the surrounding area for a while after hearing.. something up ahead.. but their palm had landed on something small and soft. With closer inspection, it was a feather. There were quite a few scattered about.

Ruaridh frowned. What could've happened to cause these feathers to be discarded? Perhaps, like Icarus, a bird had flown too far and had fallen, crashing through the trees and, in its hurry to regain balance, some feathers had been ripped from its wings? It must've been a very pretty bird to have such pristine white feathers. They hoped the poor creature was okay.

Their head whipped around, long platinum hair rustling in the wind before their eyes landed on a silhouette ahead. It was quite far, but it looked man-made. It wasn't slender, like the trees surrounding them, and it wasn't too short, like a clump of shrubbery.

It was a cabin.

Of course, at the prospect of human life potentially being here, Ruaridh hesitated. The only human they'd ever come across was Derwyn, and from that they assumed everyone was like the scientist. But.. perhaps this was different.

The cabin looked safe, unassuming, and peaceful. Although it seemed strange for a single building to be so far from civilization, Ruaridh figured they shouldn't ask questions. Maybe they could investigate some more, perhaps ask for help.

Perhaps, when morning comes. Then they will. For now, the feather still resting delicately in their palm meanwhile, they hid behind the nearest tree and waited for sunrise, hiding in the shadows. Just to make sure.

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OKAY SO UH. I AM FERAL!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!!!

so uh! I am very excited because me and @whumpy-wyrms are gonna make a little crossover au of his series, The Last Lab Rat, and Uilebheist A Rinn An Duine :3!!!!!

I. do not have a clue if this will end up being officially the way anton comes across ru, I just had an idea and HAD to write it down, but it's here!! it's existing!! idk the brainrot is brainrotting, so uh! I do hope you enjoyed reading that little drabble! again I'm not sure what will or will not be canon, this is just a tiny idea I had!

uhh it does contain references to chapter 12 of tllr (dew falling from the sky) so. yay tiny detail! uhm. also thought I'd put in anton's cabin for the sillies at the end. I'm very sorry I've no clue what I'm doing but I'm so excited because eEEEE!!!!!!!!!! anyway jay is so cool read The Last Lab Rat!!!!!!!!!

[hajimeshoe]

*music plays* you thought it was over... ha-

This idea weighs heavy on my mind.

Jamil with a thunder beast s/o.

So, everyone in school knows that s/o's emotions are connected to the electricity surging through their body. Most of the time they can control the electricity and attack with it, but depending on how intense their feelings are, they tend to electrocute people a lot. That's the jist of it.

Now, Jamil overblots and kidnaps s/o because he knows there's something dormant inside them and he wants to unleash it.

So he hypnotizes them and forces them to look deep inside, and accidentally awakens a giant thunder beast that looks like a giant wolf cat thing.

He uses s/o to destroy everything and everyone, and when he finally goes back to normal and the hypnosis is off s/o, the thunder beast becomes like it's own entity, and continues to rampage. Now Jamil has to fix this.

The fact that lightning is my favourite element/power ever- Also, I hope I did it right (I was not sure what a thunder beast was, so I had to do some heavy research) I did take liberties in figuring out how they could fix this tho. Also, where the chapter ends was planned.

CW: Violence, Slight Hyperventilation

Overblot Jamil x Thunderbeast!S/O

You couldn't claim to have loved Jamil since you met him. It took eight months of hating him for you to get to know him, another four of being friends, and finally - three months ago - you two had started dating.

He wasn't supposed to overblot, that was never what you wanted for him.

It was like a nightmare for you.

Lightning was cackling outside - you silently apologized to Azul, Jade, Floyd, Kalim and Yuu. Your boyfriend had launched them all out the window. Guilt pooled in your stomach at the knowledge that they would have a more difficult time getting back due to your emotions connection to the weather.

"The one you see reflected in your eyes is your master. Answer when I ask, bow when I command. Snake Whisperer."

You began to panic as you felt your mind start to fog. It was a struggle to remain in control.

Jamil was stronger.

"Look deep within yourself - release the power that lays dormant within."

You sunk further into your mind until you were looking upon the monster that had haunted you for the entirety of your life.

A wolf or a cat - you weren't entirely certain, it's body composed entirely of lightning. People had called it many names over the centuries. Thunder beast and Raiju were the most common. A powerful being that could kill easily and with no remorse.

It was released.

Jamil grinned maniacly as your form changed. The true power that you hid all this time was a thunder beast? Oh, this was marvelous! Now he would never have to bow down to Kalim or anybody else ever again! He would be free!

Forever.

He sat upon his throne, you obediently off to his right. His dormmates, still entirely under his control, showered him in praise.

"Jamil, Jamil, he's our man!"

"The most handsome and powerful of all!"

"Kalim could never hold a candle to you!"

It took him a moment to realize something was off.

“YoU fIvE!” he roared. It was the Octavinelle trio, Kalim and Yuu. Jamil held out a hand. “DeStRoY tHeM!!”

And so you did. You wiped the floor with them easily…

…and Jamil was helpless to stop the stray thunderbolt that got redirected towards himself.

Once Jamil came back to his senses, the first thing he heard was arguing.

"Well, we need some way to fix this!"

"I, for one, blame Kalim for pushing Jamil to an overblot and therefore causing Y/N to become the Thunderbeast."

Wait what-

You...became a Thunderbeast?

The guilt started to pool up within him. He did this. He became so obsessed with power that he had ruined the one good thing he actually admitted to having.

He had to fix this, but how?

The vice housewarden's mind raced with the information he knew about thunderbeasts and he attempted to devise a plan.

They were generally companions of the lightning god. Harmless and gentle most of the time, yet agitated throughout thunderstorms.

That didn't help him here.

If only he could hypnotize you again, then he would be able to fix you without risking injury to you. Then again, if you remained like this, they would all be the ones who would end up injured.

"Kalim, Jade, Yuu," He spoke to them. "Guard the mirror. Y/n must not leave the Scarabia dorm. The rest of you, with me. We have to find them and fix this."

Surprised by how normal Jamil sounded, none of them argued or tried to convince him that he should remain in bed.

They were well aware that you were Jamil's entire world.

I swear to the seven, if I can get them back safely then I am never allowing this to happen again, Jamil prayed silently.

You were in the throne room, pacing and lashing out at anyone who approached you. Various students from Scarabia were crying, others were bleeding and looked fried. At the very least, Azul, Floyd and Jamil take comfort in the fact that you had yet to kill anyone.

Small victories.

He had a plan. Of course, he could not say how well it would work, but it was the only plan they had.

"Y/N!"

Your head snapped towards him and he quickly dodged a lightning bolt. Perfect.

"Y/n, please, I'm sorry..." His voice cracked slightly when you showed no sign of recognition. Were you and the thunderbeast two completely different entities? Or were you the same, just in different shapes? He had no clue.

"I'm sorry for hypnotizing you, I'm sorry for overbloting, I'm sorry just...please stop this."

He felt like there was a rock in his throat. He had to take a deep breath in attempt to clear it. Your focus was entirely on Jamil.

So far, everything was going according to plan. Still, tears fell from his eyes. He was beginning to hyperventilate.

"Please stop this..."

You lunged, tackling him to the ground - and blue fire was hot towards your face.

You howled in pain and begun shooting lightning around frantically. Your claws slashed, hitting Jamil across the cheek.

A lightning blast hit Azul head-on.

The fire kept coming though, from different areas of the room.

Arms wrapped around your body from behind.

"I've got Stingray-chan~" Floyd sang, though he was clearly struggling to hold you. "Stingray-chan is strong though, Sea Snake, you might want to do something fast.

Jamil was back on his feet. Ignoring the pain, he met our eyes and did his chant. He felt the struggle for control. You were stronger than before, though. You were almost too strong.

Another fire blast from Grim was the final push he needed to distract ou enough so that he could win.

"Calm down!" You did as told, thrashing halting. "Switch personas - give us Y/n back!"

Once again, you were within your own mind. Thunderbeast and human met eyes. "It is time..." the thunderbeast rumbled, "You will be safe once you awaken..."

[ashwhowrites]

Run away with me part 2

Many asked for him to go after her- so here you go!

" I finally did it! I left him. I tried to call you to tell you but you obviously don't want to talk to me. Which is fine, I totally get it. I haven't left too far yet, a part of me is still holding on to you, on to the thought of us. I keep calling because I want to ask you to come with me, super hypocritical of me I know. Asking you to leave with me when I couldn't even do it. I'm leaving for California today. I'm not sure why I'm still calling. I think you not answering my past ten calls should be a sign. I'm sorry Eddie. I really am. I was so scared of what he could do to me or to you. I tried to leave him before, the night we first kissed I told him. He beat me for hours and threatened to kill you if I ever left. I promise I just wanted to keep you safe. If I could have left with you the first time I saw you, I would have. But thank you. You reminded me what it was like to fall in love. To feel loved and desired. That's something he could never take anyway from me. I love you Eddie Munson, goodbye."

Eddie wiped his face as the call ended. Throwing his phone in his pocket and running fast to the break room. Grabbing his wallet, jacket and searching everywhere for his keys.

"looking for these?" Eddie stiffened as he heard Vince from behind him. Turning around as Vince dangled the keys in the air with a smirk.

"you know I had a feeling she was a whore, and she just couldn't wait to prove me right. How long until she threw herself at you? An hour? A week?" Vince growled.

Eddie felt his body heat up in flames. Anger taking control of his thoughts, emotions and actions.

"don't you talk about her. You're a fucking asshole" Eddie spat, no fear as he marched up to him. Chest to chest.

"oh I get it. She opens her legs for you and now you want to protect her? Save her from the big bad guy?"

"Vince shut the fuck up. I'm serious" Eddie growled. He could feel himself losing even more of his cool. " She's not a whore, or a slut, or whatever name you want to call her. She wasn't desired and she went looking for it. And she found a way better man for the job" Eddie spat, shoving Vince a few feet away.

"a better man? If you were so much better, why isn't she with you?" Vince snapped. Eddie knew he wanted a reaction. He doesn't know Eddie knows that he's abusive. Vince just wants him to think that Y/N would never leave Vince, make him believe he was nothing to her but a side fuck.

"I don't need to prove that I'm a better man than you. Her and I both know that already. She's not with me right now because I'm standing here talking to you. She doesn't even like you anymore Vince. I fucked her the night you stood her up. You should have seen the dress she was wearing. So tight and short. I fucked her really good that night. And she tasted amazing. Then I fucked her for three months after that. Sometimes even in the god damn office. You were just a few feet away. Having no idea she was cumming on my cock. She was fucking a real man who knows how to treat her well. " Eddie knew he was playing with fire. He knew he was easily making himself a target.

"FUCK YOU!" Vince screamed as he shoved Eddie against the door

"NO FUCK YOU. WHAT KIND OF COWARD PUTS HIS HANDS ON A WOMEN IN THE FIRST PLACE!" Eddie screamed back. Shoving Vince even harder away from him

"she's fucking lying" Vince growled

"oh yeah? So when she told you she kissed me, you didn't hurt her? Threaten her? Threaten her with my life? Well here I am Vince. You wanted to kill me right? Let's see if you have the balls to even try. Because the second I'm done here, I'm going to her. And you can't stop shit"

Eddie felt the right hand landing on his cheek in seconds. Not wasting a second as he tacked Vince to the floor. Punching him across the face. Gripping his shirt as he brought his face closer to Vince's.

"you have no idea how bad I've wanted to do that. This is for her" Eddie growled. Landing a harder punch to Vince's nose. Enjoying the blood that splattered out.

Eddie didn't stop, he punched until he physically couldn't feel his knuckles anymore.

He was breathing hard and felt totally out of his body. Vince was coughing and spitting out blood under him. No energy to even try to get Eddie off of him.

Eddie went to land one last blow when his phone rang. Eddie looked at Vince one last time, standing up over his body. Kicking him harshly in his gut, pressing his foot into his throat. Ignoring as Vince tried to push off his leg. Eddie reached down and snatched away his keys.

He leaned down one more time, one last time he'll ever see this fucker again.

"if you ever come near her again, I will fucking murder you with my bare hands. " Eddie spit on his face as he released his foot. Not once looking back as he raced out the door.

Eddie didn't even stop at home for shit. He had no suitcase, not even sure if he has money in his wallet, all he knew was he had to go to her.

He raced to the airport, leaving his car in a random parking lot. He threw the keys on the hood. He'd never need it again and he didn't have time to work out the details.

He was racing to some gate. He wasn't sure how much time he had. And he had no idea where she would be.

He was stopped by a security guard

"sir you cannot run here"

"LISTEN YOU NEED TO HELP ME. WHERE IS THE FLIGHT THAT LEAVES FOR CALIFORNIA!" Eddie screamed in a panic. His eyes searching through all the people walking next to him

"sir. We have many flights leaving for California, which one are you on?"

"none. My girl is here and she's leaving and I need to go with. WHATEVER ONE IS LEAVING RIGHT NOW!"

"SIR CALM DOWN! The next flight to California is in two hours. I'm sorry but I think the flight she's on has taken off already"

"no that's wrong. She just called. She's here. I know she is" Eddie pleaded. Terrified that he was too late. He let his anger win and he spent too much time dealing with Vince. Eddie had a feeling that was Vince's plan all along. Purposely make sure Eddie missed the flight.

"sir let's go take a look at the next flight and see if she's in the area."

Eddie nodded and followed the guard. His eyes still searching as every girl walked past. He was praying to any God that he'd see her. That he wasn't too late.

But as he reached the gate, and her face wasn't anywhere in the crowd. He knew he was too late. He had three weeks to pick up the phone. Three weeks to just give her the chance to explain. Three weeks he ignored her. And now he was out of time.

She gave him three weeks and he didn't try until the last call.

~~

She had a feeling he wasn't going to come. She didn't blame him for it. He was getting tossed around in her life and didn't feel like he was a set plan. She hated that she made him have to walk away. That she left him no choice but to leave her.

Pathetically she stretched those three weeks out as long as she could. She wanted to leave the state right away, but wanted to wait to see if he would change his mind. He never did and now she sat on a plane to California, alone.

~~

Eddie raced back out of the airport. Sprinting for his car. The gods above must have looked out for the idiot because his keys were still there. He grabbed them fast and jumped in his car.

He didn't make the flight

But he sure as hell wasn't giving her up now

He would drive every mile and lose every gallon of gas before anything else stopped him from making it to her.

~~

Eddie had no idea how long it took to get to California. A few days? He stopped a few times to sleep, barely eating and refusing to take any bathroom breaks until he felt the need to explode.

But once he made it into California all he had to do was call her. He had to pray that she would pick up. He wouldn't blame her if she never did.

He sat on the hood of his car. Tapping his foot as he heard the phone ring and ring

"Eddie?"

"hey babygirl, where are we staying?" He asked

"I'm sorry what?" She asked

"I'm in California. Did you really think I wasn't coming after you?" He teased

"are you serious?"

"send me the address and I'll show you how serious I am"

~~

She stared out the window of her small hotel for what seemed like hours. Waiting for his family car to pull into the parking lot.

She felt herself smile as the familiar car pulled in front of her door. Rushing to it to open it, not even giving him a second to make it out of his car fully, she ran in his arms.

He easily caught her, leaning against the car door as he hugged her back. Squeezing her tightly.

"I can't believe you came" she sobbed into his arms

"of course I did baby. I'm so sorry I missed the flight. I had to deal with Vince" he snapped. Even the name made his blood boil

"you what?" She asked, pulling away. Now noticing his bruised eye and split lip

"oh my God Eddie!" She held his face softly. Tracing over his bruised eye softly, her heart cracked when he flinched

"should've seen the other guy" he tried to joke but she didn't crack a smile.

"I'm fine baby. Trust me" he smiled, kissing her lips softly.

"are you really staying?" She spoke softly

"yeah baby. Just you and me now"

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