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10,000 Lightyears Somewhere Out In Space notes and meta!🚀

Heyo!! With the final chapter of my dear old Commander fic up, it’s time for me to nerd out about parallels, character arcs, easter eggs, and some general meta thoughts, because I can💖 Ty for those who checked out my story and I hope you enjoy a peek behind the scenes! This also serves as a lot of my general thoughts surrounding Commander’s development as a whole, as well as how I wanted the story to tie into the Lemire run :-)

Chapter 1.

Based on a flashback from the Lemire run, in the outer world Marc is finding out abt the DID diagnosis and has his first conscious meeting w Khonshu

This causes Commander to form

For Marc, things are scary and uncertain and he doesn’t know how to process it, and in the inner world, Commander’s experience parallels that by him also being introduced to the scary and unknown by seeing the first vestiges of the werewolf virus being spread

The Khonshu stuff is also intense enough to push him briefly to the front bc it’s…. A god. And no matter how they present themselves to humans, gods are never fully meant to be comprehended

This also mildly introduces Commander’s repetitive comfort stim of squeezing or picking at things over and over :-)

Darkwing duck was chosen as the TV show because it would’ve aired in the early 90s, and with MCU ages in mind, could’ve been somth Marc watched, and I think it would’ve been a comfort show :-)

Chapter 2.

Commander has been dormant/unaware and holding the memory of seeing Khonshu, but is brought out of dormancy by the system’s second contact with him: when he reaches out to Marc in the temple

In the outer world, Marc has been betrayed by Bushman, shot, and his life is going upside down

In the inner world, Commander is woken by a red alarm (indicating the degree of extreme distress the brain is under), finding the moon base’s outer perimeter protection has fallen due to a mutiny (mirroring Bushman’s betrayal), and that this has allowed the wolves to attack (khonshu turning their life around)

He is then readied for the beginning of the war AKA his ongoing role of processing the supernatural presence of Khonshu and who they fight on the streets

Lines during Commander’s interaction with Frenchie were pulled directly from the Lemire run, specifically the first thing Frenchie says to Marc, and the last thing he said before leaving him. This is also why Commander feels strangely uncomfortable around Frenchie here, he is feeling Marc’s loneliness and perceived betrayal

All of this is to indicate the closeness of Commander to Marc at this stage (Commander still being more of a fragmented piece of him), as well as the nearness to front that Commander is inhabiting due to Khonshu’s presence, causing stronger emotion and experience bleed over

This is also where I wanted to set up an explanation for his fanon name! Since “Commander” as his name is found nowhere in Lemire run canon, yet fits him super well, I wanted to give my own take on him getting that name (which happens in the next chap) but wanted to start it here with the line: “They planned for [an invasion]. He helped them do it.”

I think Commander starts out inhabiting more of a strategizer role AKA being the base’s Commander, which is close to his initial system role as a processor. He works through problems and figures how to combat them, which more literally is what his actions in the inner world are helping to do for supernatural trauma and experience the system endures

Chapter 3.

More of a general chapter not tied to a single experience, and not directly showing him fronting. It instead shows how Commander processes certain memories of the system fighting various strange and supernatural foes over the years: by his adversaries changing before his eyes

While it’s intentionally not clear, these are not just memories being held by him, I think many of them are him being coconcious or blurry with who’s in front while they fight, but not being aware that his setting has changed

All monsters and villains listed were all either pulled off MK villain lists, or inspired by the show (“amorphous human clay,” for example, is referring to the collective)

The overwhelming level of wolf attacks was also meant to mirror the never ending missions Khonshu is putting Marc through in the real world

I do fudge the timeline here a good amount as well, as I mention cufflinks, indicating Steven has gotten his suit, which can be a bit funky with MCU show canon. Overall this chapter covers a large swath of time, from the beginning of the system’s time as Moon Knight up to the MCU show’s canon. And honestly, MCU canon is likely not exact in this world as I’m fusing a few things together, so I think there may have been more supernatural fighting done sometime between Steven getting the suit and the system getting shot in Cairo (which I’ll talk ab later)

Ch 3 also has Commander’s comrades falling in battle, paralleling the relationships the system has falling apart in the outer world (Marlene, Matt). I hc Marc/Jake had various relationships but had falling outs over time, and this is mirrored in Commander’s experiences

This also indicates the beginning of a bleed of memories unrelated to his original role

Furthermore! This is also when he starts to grow a stronger sense of self and more solidly grow beyond role he formed to take on, realizing his name isn’t Marc (no longer being the same split off facet that he was before) and that he has other desires

However Commander is kept in his unbroken reality despite doubting it by being told the changes in adversaries and the extra monsters are hallucinations. This is a vital reasoning for the brain to make, as he would not be able to process what he has to process with too much exposure to the outer world

It’s the specific scenario he lives out and experiences that lets him perform the role of processing the strange and supernatural that the system’s brain needs him to

This also solidifies where I feel he got his name, taking the title of “Commander Marc Spector” and keeping the one piece of it that he doesn’t feel alienated from, becoming simply Commander

Chapter 4.

Beyond the actual goal of this chapter, there’s a few things at the start

First, I wanted to show that Commander has regular dreams of Khonshu (“…the familiar skull of a creature he can never place when he opens his eyes…”) but I didn’t want him to recognize who he was seeing because I think he only experiences his unfiltered strangeness and not him

Second, this section:

They only get worse when Crawley is shot down—two shots, he fell in two—and the title of Captain is passed to Commander’s shoulders. The guys in charge don’t care that he pushes back against the decision, that he insists he’s unfit to lead. They don’t believe him when he tells them that when Crawley fell, he saw a boat sailing through the stars into golden gates, and swore his cockpit was filling up with sand.

Is pretty obvious but is how Commander processed the body dying and going to the Duat (two shots for getting shot twice, the boat sailing through golden gates/the gates of Osiris, his cockpit filling up with sand being a memory of Steven/Marc getting frozen in the Duat)

I don’t think he was conscious while they were there, or if he was doesn’t remember it fully, however it’s enough of a huge change to impact his role

Because the Duat is so much, sooooo so much to process, that Commander is essentially… bumped up. It shakes up his section of the inner world, losing the leading Captain and putting him in the role instead, now fully in control and needing to “captain” the intense processing of seeing an afterlife

This is also meant to explain why he is the Moon Knights’ captain in the Lemire run :-)

As for the rest, the intent here was to show that Commander has grown enough into himself and into existing as himself that he is no longer solely there to process what he formed to process, and so he starts getting triggered to front through positive triggers instead of negative ones (his being space ofc)

He fronts at a space museum, and this is like… Literally the first time this has happened

I think that a mix of Commander becoming more fully formed and the MK system being able to heal more after Ammit led to Marc wanting to connect or humor his childhood love for space again

Because while a good chunk of that interest and the memories/emotions associated with it are more strongly held by Commander, Marc still has them. So he and Layla went on a space museum date :-)

But then it is so strongly similar to some of the positive memories Commander shares with Marc and so strongly like… a positive trigger for Commander that he ends up fronting for the first time for somth not negative

He’s still very fuzzy and I don’t think it’s a full switch, but he’s absolutely there

He meets Layla for the first time, and this causes some recent memories of the system’s fight in Cairo to make up his “dreams” for the night

Chapter 5.

The MK numbers used at the start are Commander’s (MK-1), the year the Lemire run was released (MK-16/2016) and the issue Moon Knight first appeared (MK-32/Werewolf by Night issue #32, 1975)

The mention of a living house was meant to reference the House of Shadows from the Mackay run (my beloved💖) and the people with bleeding eyes the victims of the villain Truth from the comics

I like the idea that the structure of an endless war and an endless fight is what allows Commander to process, because he likes being able to rely on routine (I wanted to include him being autistic but was only able to in small ways like his stims and certain ways of thinking ab things)

This chapter is also meant to show the weight that Commander holds for the other system members, sometimes gaining access to memories after the fact if another member thinks too hard about an experience they’ve had and it has the possibility to impact them too harshly. He’s getting more overwhelmed because I think post Ammit, Marc, Steven, and eventually Jake all have more time to sit down and think about stuff, which is good generally, but there’s still stuff they aren’t really ready to touch

Commander also becomes more aware that “they” exist through this, though he still filters it through his existing worldview and doesn’t recognize them from the perspective of a system member

As for the rest my main idea was basically just… Commander attempts to process the multiverse!!

Now I haven’t seen any of the MCU movies involving the multiverse, but I have seen some clips and screenshots, as well as Spiderverse, so I sort of just put my own twist on things

The thought that sparked wanting to tackle this was that the MK system is still around when that stuff happens in other parts of the world, so they have to deal w it too, but they don’t always know what’s happening. I think the multiverse breaking through dimensions is already scary enough, but like extra scary when you don’t know what’s happening

Also obvs small detail but for ppl that haven’t read it, Lupinar is from the Lemire run and Commander’s main enemy there

The course of the fight also is meant to parallel the outside world, where the other system members likely started seeing news reports of strange happenings (the fight begins), before the universe started breaking apart over London itself (the first tear appears), and the gravity of the situation hits them (second tear forms, throwing everything into chaos and sending Commander spinning)

It’s too much for their brain to comprehend, and so Commander’s usual routine is thrown off a lot

The emotions and processing of the real time events the other system members are experiencing straight shots to Commander because the others can’t dwell on stuff at all if they’re going to help people, so he gets the overwhelm they would experience otherwise

While going out to patrol the city/reign in any threats, Marc (I think, I didn’t have someone in mind while writing but just whoever’s in front) sees people from another universe fading into their own (inspired by Spiderverse, again), and the shock of it causes Commander to be kicked to front in the alleyway

It doesn’t last long, and the others get more of a handle on what’s happening, and Commander is left by himself to just sort of process and be while the other do their thing

The set up for the next section where Commander falls from the sky is… roughly that the guys were fighting various villains bleeding over from other universes and briefly got thrown into/through a rift before coming out the other side, and it was so incomprehensible that, again, it boots Commander to front mid fall, however the others are still fighting to front/rapid switching, and it’s very overwhelming and blurry

Commander hits his head and when he hits the ground is panicked and blurred enough that he gets a flash of his source, which is extremely disorienting and scary in the moment and he doesn’t feel wholly himself for a second

He also internalizes the injury of hitting his head, which becomes the eyebrow split he has in the Lemire run

Marc, Steven, and Jake talking through the pod’s radio was to show that Commander is still extremely close to front, and that’s how he’s perceiving their communication with him

Also I really like the other members being aware of Commander even if they don’t know who he is and caring about him or at least hoping he’s ok :-)

When Jake tells the other two to focus, he’s letting them know of an incoming threat, which Commander them feels them jump and punch before he retreats away from front

Also very small, but wanted to incorporate Commander liking pressure/compression, which is why he hugs himself tight when he’s panicking

The next scene is Commander blurring with Marc, since he’s been close to front for the whole day and stuff is funky

This is post fight, when some group of magic people has come to remedy the rips in reality so the guys are off the hook

Marc is getting ready for bed (with coffee, Steven was going to read fr a bit) when a Randall from another universe briefly flashes into their apartment, likely because Marc is someone he’d be tethered to in their universe

When Commander and Marc talk, they are talking in the headspace, which I headcanon as pretty similar to Steven’s apartment or the original midnight mission from the Mackay run

I also think that not all of the alters perceive themself as being exactly identical to the body, so while similar, Commander and Marc have slightly different faces

Marc does not do well with meeting new headmates because he’s really bad at not feeling like it’s “his” fault that they formed, even tho obvs it’s not related to his choices at all, and he definitely recognizes Commander from his childhood

Commander still views this interaction through his worldview and so again registers it as something else, seeing Marc as some kind of inter dimensional being he has a psychic connection with or something

I also want to be clear that when Commander goes back here, it is not him accepting his role, he still doesn’t really get what’s happening, he’s just a bit more steady, and a certain level of separation/amnesia is also present

Wanted to have Commander switch to calling Frenchie Jean-Paul to show the furthering of their relationship. I think they’ve been dating generally most of this time but it’s been a bit more casual, and this is when it’s like… more serious

+1

Whew ok, ALMOST FINALLY

The little memory orbs Commander receives are how he perceives other times positive space triggers have either pulled him closer to the front, or meant he gets a new memory associated w them

So he’s like aware of these foreign sweeter moments where the other system members interact or engage w space somehow and just… gets to have those memories along with the ones he helps to process

I think Marc still remembers a lot of space facts, because I’ve read so many good fics and takes on that and because I also personally just agree w that! So he still remembers stuff he learned when he was younger, like how the distance between the earth and the moon fluctuates and isn’t always the exact same distance

I think post multiverse, the system takes a little break from Moon Knighting, or at least pulls back from it to recover and chill and let themselves relax a bit, and so the level of attacks Commander deals with lessen a LOT, and he gets to have more of an inner life beyond fighting

The system n Layla absolutely go on camping trips together, which is where the second memory blip comes from (and those s’more marshmallows are kosher/vegan, I did think ab that while writing)

I think after the multiverse incident Khonshu takes more of an active interest in Commander and decides to observe him, which is where we get the scene of Commander meeting him in a dream, which is also another piece I wanted to put in where he’s the only one really consciously aware of how… un-understandable Khonshu is to the human mind

THE MIDNIGHT MISSION AND THE MACKAY RUN GANG IN THE THIRD MEMORY

This was originally Steven getting his job back and being at a museum staff party but I decided I actually hate that job for him and I love the Mackay run guys so now it’s Reese and Soldier and the House of Shadows bc I love them💖

I know it’s not as solid of a +1 moment as some fics, but I really wanted Commander’s acceptance/coming to terms moment to be about like… accepting that he doesn’t have to know, that the unknown is out there and likely will stay unknown, but he can still live and exist and be, and that with everything, knowing that there is so much out there is actually a comfort, therefore allowing him to be happy with his place in the universe

BRIEF last thing ab tying into the Lemire run:

Already mentioned, but I wanted to set Commander up to be in the same place he is in the Lemire run so he becomes captain, he gets his eyebrow scar, and becomes close to Frenchie.

As far as how the canon of this fic fits into the Lemire run plot, the way I see it is that all of the alters are sort of put in simplified versions of their lives and made to forget the more complicated inter system stuff they’ve experienced, so Commander wouldn’t remember interacting with Marc, and may even have been put back to the point of believing he’s Marc, as a lot of other stuff is fucked up.

ADDITIONALLY, being the part of their brain that handles supernatural stuff, Commander’s world is sort of kicked into high overdrive since Khonshu is messing w their brain, which causes the big huge battle w Lupinar and the breach and ensuing loss of the base, as Khonshu has essentially breached their brain and is winning.

Ok…. That’s all! Thanks if you read all this holy shit uhhh I love you :-)💖💖💖

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27 with doctor! abby au please 🙏!!

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abby anderson x fem! reader - drabble

sorry this literally took me a millennium.. i kept getting it wrong and having to rewrite 😭 .

anon left a second note, it read: “same anon who requested 27 with doctor abby! i forgot to add i want angst with fluff at the end if possible. thanks:)”

tags - angsty 🥀, mentions of light loneliness, relationship problems.. fluff at the end!!!

Abby having late night shifts was nothing knew.

She was a surgeon, staying late was apart of her job. but sometimes you wished it wasn’t.

she always came back extremely exhausted, only having the strength to mutter a few ‘thank you’s’ when she eats the food you made her before she goes to sleep. resting all night and getting up at the crack of dawn. You barely see her, and when you do, it’s not for long.

you do miss her, you miss really being around her and having her eyes and attention and love on you, but with her job… it wasn’t that simple. you had your own job, yeah, you were the owner of a small bakery downtown. but you ran that business, you had employees and assistant managers to cover for when you couldn’t make it, and abby didn’t.

you sigh deeply, shutting your eyes upon the refreshing feeling of the cold air flushing out your lungs. Abby was most likely working another late shift at the Hospital. No surprise, you loved her, and her job, but she’d said she would be back by 6:30 to have the promised dinner you were thrilled to make. you’d been going on about it for weeks, asking when she would swear to be free, and she had pinky swore that this wednesday— today— would be perfect.

but, here you sat. alone at the table, your plate empty as the one across from you was full, the once warm food now cold. You weren’t angry, no, you understood. Obviously, she’d come back if she could, obviously she’d stay with you if she could. but she couldn’t. being a doctor was hard, and you understood.

You stood up, taking your plate and utensils with you to the sink. overlooking all the dishes you’d dirtied to try and perfect this dish for her. You rinsed your dishes and placed them in the dishwasher, going to gather the other ones and wash them, putting the plates, bowls, spoons and such in the washer. Your thoughts went back to the day you’d told her. she walked through the door at her usual retuning time, smiling at you when you ran up to her for a hug. You’d asked her the usuals; ‘how was your day?’ ‘anything exciting happen?’ ‘was dina as smart as she usually is?’ ‘were jesse and ellie as weird as usual?’ she’d laughed at your dumb questions, answering them as she took off her shoes and placed down her bag, walking with you to the kitchen. then, you be brought it up.

“abs, i found this super cool, almost gourmet recipe, and i thought i could make it for us to have for dinner on a night that works for you.” you offered, watching as she practically inhaled the spaghetti and meatballs you’d made for dinner. She chewed for a moment, smiling at your words. she swallowed, looking at you. “that sounds great, baby. what is it?”

“can’t tell ya! have to kill ya.” you teased, leaning on the counter and grinning at her eye roll. “okay, whatver.”

“what day works for you? i want you to actually have it free so you don’t miss the freshness of the food.” you inquired, watching as she squinted her eyes in thought. “next wednesday. some construction is going on at the hospital and me and a few others are being let of early.. around 6:30, so that’s perfect.” she replied, twisting her spoon to gather some noodles. you beamed, leaned closer “you pinky swear?.”

“i pinky swear.”

you bit your bottom lip, gnawing at the now raw flesh at the reminiscence of the memory. You always tried to be open, not upset— but you were hurt. You hadn’t actually, really had dinner with her for months.

it wasn’t her fault. you’d told yourself, knowing it wasn’t. You didn’t want to take her work schedule to heart.. but something inside you cracked every time she broke a promise. You huffed angrily, brows furrowing harshly as you aggressively scrubbed the pan you’d used. the dish had took you most of the day, calling ahead to your employees yesterday to let them know you wouldn’t be there, you spent seven hours perfecting this recipe.

even the name of the dish took you time to read. ‘Prosciutto-Wrapped Pork Tenderloin with Crispy Sage, a side of Salade Niçoise (from france) and a side dish of duchess potatoes.’

you knew abby would fall to her knees from joy upon hearing those food titles. she’d love to have it with you, and that’s why you made it. so she’d love it. but she’s not here to have it with you like she said.

before you knew it, the kitchen was clean. stepping to the dinner table, you scooped up her plate of food and nicely wrapped it in plastic wrap. taking a piece of paper from the notepad on the fridge and writing her a small note. You weren’t trying to be rude, in fact, you tried everything in you to he as kind as possible— but after being bailed on four times in the past three months, you were at the edge of a line. you put the paper on the plate, leaving it on the counter for her alongside some water before storming off to your shared bedroom— barely, shared bedroom. you made it, cleaned it, kept it tidy, rearranged it, etcetera.

tearing off your nice shirt, you tossed it to the floor. usually, you’d wear one of abby’s shirts during her night shifts, the lingering smell bringing you comfort— but now, the thought of her made you internally irk.

you took a shirt from your drawer , tossing it over your head and shoulders, sliding it on. You didn’t same with your pants, taking off the nice linen fabric and fuming as you put on crappy old shorts.

You basically threw yourself into bed, putting a pillow between your side, and abbys side of the bed. hoping she’d get the message. i mean, it’s not like she’ll have the time to talk to you about it tomorrow anyways, right?

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

abby sigh as the door to your shared apartment opened, her hand pulling out the key she’d used to unlock it. you don’t usually lock the door.

She knew she’d fucked up.

you’d been so excited for this, chatting about it and reminding her to not be late. and she was late. four hours late.

Abbys dropped her bag by the door as she usually does, sliding off her work shoes and sliding on her slippers before walking to the kitchen.

the lights were out, it was cleaned nicely. her eyes met a plate on the white marble counter, a lazily folded piece of paper on top.

She smiled lightly, knowing you’d be the kind to leave her a note. she reached for it, unfolding it.

“Hope the construction workers weren’t in your way. Enjoy.” abby’s smile fell, guilt flooded her every atom at the words. fuck.

she knew you’d be upset, she doesn’t know what she was expecting— she’d bailed on you four times, and she swore to be on time this one. but, she wasn’t.

Abby was getting ready to head out at 6:25 to be able to make it home early, the biggest grin tugged at her lips as she told all her co-workers about the meal you were preparing.

she was about to leave when an emergency was called in. It was bad, but she’d seen worse. this poor girls bone was completely shattered, a bad case of compartment syndrome. unluckily, her and mel were the only two true professionals still clocked in, leading to a four and a half hour long surgery.

by the time abby got out of the hospital, she basically ran to her car and sped home— praying that by some miracle you were still awake and waiting for her.

you weren’t.

She put the note down, eyes landing on the plate of food you’d left her.

it was beautiful.

the potatoes shaped perfectly, the prosciutto-wrapped tenderloin looked amazing; cooked to perfection, the salad beside it was also stunning.

Each course of the meal was placed individually and carefully on her plate. Abby’s stomach fell with guilt upon imagining you sitting alone, eating your meal without her.

Abby was mad at herself. not because of this single instance, but because she feels as if she’s choosing her career over you— and she would never, ever do such a thing.

Her life revolves around you, so much.. she’d been planning a little something with a ring.

but for some terrifying reason, she felt that you would refuse. why would you marry someone who you’d never be around? nausea ate at her stomach due to the thought, hoping it was only her crazy nighttime, overworked imagination.

Abby unwrapped the food, putting it in the microwave for a minute. You weren’t anywhere in sight, and so she assumed you’d gone to sleep. alone. again.

“fuck..” she murmured, regret running through her veins. She leaned on the counter, her muscular figure easily keeping her upright.

you were the love of her life— her light in the darkness, her jam to her bread, her peanut butter to her jelly— without you, she doesn’t know where she’d be, and thanks to her stupid work schedule, she’s beginning to think that’s starting to happen.

the timer went off, a loud beep ripping her from her thoughts. “oh shit— shh, shh— loud ass microwave.” she complained, taking out the food. The potatoes were now soft, the salad unfortunately warm do to being in the heat, but the rest of the meal was good temperature. Abby got a fork, quickly snagging a bite of the tenderloin. It was even better than you swore it would be. The juice of the meat flooded her mouth like the sea to the shore, accompanied with the small amount of potatoes that gathered on her fork; they were magnificent.

Abby had inhaled the meal, it being gone in a matter of inhuman minutes. She rinsed her dish, going to load it in the dishwasher— but seeing that you had ran it. she frown. you always made sure to never do that, claiming you ‘wanted to get the love she deserves, and love is definitely not having to do your own dish.’

she cleaned her dishes and walked across the house and down the hall to your shared bedroom, pushing the door open she saw you. laying on your side, hair lightly messy as it always was when you slept (she loved it.) and.. a pillow between your side and her side. she wondered what else she’d missed that you’d done.

Abby striped her pants, throwing on some sweats and a hoodie, sliding in bed beside you. She gripped the pillow and threw it so hard she was surprised it didn’t pop, and wrapped her ams around your wait.

you shuffled, grabbing her hand before it could do a full 360 and ripped it off you, harshly turning your back to her.

“babe,” she whispered softly, sadness coating her vocals.

you were reluctant, eyes snapped shut even though she knows your awake.

“I’m sorry, i’m so sorry. i really tried to be here, something unexpected came up, i swear i would have had been here.”

your silence had her itching at her skin.

“please say something.” she pleaded, her frown only deepening.

“whatever you say, abigail.”

abby grabbed the top of her head, ‘fuck’ running in her mind a thousand miles per hour. she really was in deep shit.

“i’m sorry, y/n, i don’t even think sorry can describe how sorry i am— i just, i wanted do come back, i couldn’t though. i couldn’t just leave the hospital, they needed me.” you clenched your jaw. her points were decent, great even— but you were petty.

“i’m sure they did.”

your little-word replies had abby at edge of her seat, suspense and fear building up.

“that’s all? nothing else?” she poked, confusion flooding her, anger starting to appear as well.

“yeah.”

she scoffed, sitting against the headboard. “You don’t have anything else to say? at all? i came back, yeah, i was late and i’m sorry, but—

“late?” you bit back, interrupting her. “you’ve bailed on me four times for dinner. You’ve always put your job before me, you’ve always had more time for your career— is this even working?”

those words were the ones abby feared the most. When you two began dating, she had told you about her passion, and where she worked. you found it fascinating, understanding completely. but, that was also when she used to spend genuine time with you.

“ i love you abby, i really do— but i can’t be with someone who puts a career before a person. I support your passions, and i wish nothing but the best for you, but I don’t want to be stood up by the person i’m dating anymore. fuck, abby, i took work off today to spend seven fucking hours making a meal you couldn’t even text me to say you couldn’t even show up for!” before you knew it, you’d sat up and looked at her, voice raising in a way she’d never heard.

“i know its not your choice, but you could at least find five fucking seconds to reply to my text.”

guild flooded her like a tsunami once again, a frown growing at the look on your face.

“I’m sorry.” she whispered out, watching as you sigh deeply.

“Don’t apologize, abby. it’s past that.” your reply scared her, fearing the worst; a break up. were you going to break up with her? were you going to leave her behind? she didn’t know, and she didn’t want to find out.

“how can i make it up to you?”

“i don’t even know if you can do that anymore.” you turned away, laying on your side, the pillow you’d somehow slipped between you both felt like a rock wall, each side of the bed you slept on cold; missing one another’s warmth.

abby stayed silent, internally scolding herself for being such a bad girlfriend and, frankly, not trying harder to be better.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

you woke up with a sore neck, probably from sleeping in a way you never do.

you didn’t need to look over to abby’s side of the bed to know she was gone. sitting up, you crack your once resting bones and stand up. Shuffling on your slippers, you walk to your bedroom door, twisting the cold handle and walking out.

Every morning you wake up after abby, she always kisses you goodbye before she leaves (or so she claims to.), grabs a quick bite to eat from the fridge and you are left to make breakfast for yourself. it was second nature, to wake up and immediately crack and egg or two.

but, something was off. It smelled almost.. good in the house. you ignored it, labeling it as your desperate imagination.

Your feet hobbled across the house, yawning deeply and shutting the bathroom door. looking in the mirror, you grimace. the eye bags on your face were not your strong suite, you noted.

quickly rinsing off your sleep, you brush your teeth along with your hair. each and every yawning that stole itself from your lips reminded you how much you needed your coffee. rubbing your eyes you opened the bathroom door and began your journey to the kitchen.

when you round the familiar corner, what you hadn’t expected was to see Abby in the room.

your eyes flew wide, her blonde hair was still down from sleeping, she had her glasses on and was hovering over the stove.

brows furrowing, you stepped forward. “aren’t you supposed to be at work? isn’t thursday one of the most important ones?” you genuinely ask, catching her off guard attention, her head snapping up.

the big, sweet smile that encased her beautiful lips made you feel bad for your harshness the previous night. She pushed her arms off the counter, fixing something by the stove quickly before walking over to the bar, pulling out the two chairs and revealing two sets of plates.

“Yeah— but it’s not as important as you.” Abby affirmed, a light pink coating her cheeks. You wanted to stay angry, to stay mad at her lies and broken promises. But, your ice heart thawed quickly, revealing the warmth you still posses for her.

“abby.. you didn’t have to. I know i was harsh last night but— it’s your passion, i didn’t.. actually expect you to not go.” you confessed, walking to her cautiously, as if she’d vanish from existence.

she gave you a small smile, “I know. but, i would rather be with you. I love you way more than any hobby.” Her words were the validation you’ve been craving all these months, the words you’ve been seeking to hear. You instantly complied.

“i’m glad to hear that.” you laughed, approaching her and gingerly placing a kiss to her cheek as you sat at your chair she pointed to.

“always.”

she rushed back to the stove, flipping over whatever had been on their previously before motioning for you to give her your plate. you obliged, handing it to her.

“I love you, baby. I always will and.. even though i’m not a baker, i tried to make you those pancakes you like so much.” oh did her words make you fall for her all over again. “you didn’t have to, abs.” you grinned, ear to ear. something abby hadn’t seen you do since.. since a while.

“i did. i hope you like them.” she placed the plate in front of you, beautiful, fluffy pancakes alongside fresh bacon and eggs with syrup drizzled over them placed nicely on the dish.

“wow! abby, you might want to reconsider your career and come work for me.” you joked, smiling wildly at the wholehearted laugh she let out.

“who knows, maybe i will.”

you rolled your eyes, cutting a piece of the pancake and dipping it in the puddled syrup.

your eyes widened, “mhm!” you expressed, eyes shutting in satisfaction.

although abby was a very high ranked doctor, she was still nervous to get her professional baker girlfriends opinion on first time pancakes.

“Abigail, you are a natural.”

“only for you, babe.”

she put food on her own plate, turning off the stove and coming to sit beside you.

“I’m going to call my supervisor and ask for some more free hours from now on. So i can start to have breakfast and dinner with you. and maybe a couple free days, too.” abby announced, causing your heart to beat happily.

“that makes me so unbelievably happy, abby. you deserve it.”

you kissed her cheek, syrup sticking from your lips to her skin. you laughed, and she did too.

“I love you. more than anything.” you said, chewing softly. she wiped some food from your face, a loving smile tracing her features.

“i love you more.”

[bloatedandalone04]

Lips of an Angel

➪the one where ethan falls in love with you from the moment he saw you. (requested)

Warnings: blood, mentions of blood, death, mentions of death, character death, angst AF, you've been warned, this is really sad, happy endings don't exist here, oh and swearing

Word Count: 4.2k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine <3

It started at a party.

Well, actually it started with a tap on the shoulder from Quinn.

Ethan turned around and greeted his ‘friend’ with a smile and a nod of his head. When he turned his body to the figure beside her, he was sure his heart skipped a beat. Y/e/c eyes met his and instantly he was drawn to you. In one quick movement, he rid himself of the knight headpiece and held it in his hand, watching as your eyes took him in. 

He did the same to you, looking you up and down and sucking in a breath at your attire. The dark red skirt you wore matched the cropped shirt, the linings a pure white fabric. Across your chest was the word ‘CHEER’ and if that didn’t make your costume obvious enough, the high ponytail and adidas you wore surely did. 

“Ethan, this is my friend, Y/n. Remember when I told you about her?” Quinn asked, giving him a look and right away he felt his chest tighten. You were the friend that had gotten too caught up in the lives of Tara and Mindy? You were the one she was planning on killing some time before she gets to do the same to the sisters? 

“Yeah,” he hesitantly answered her, returning her look with wide eyes. “Yeah, I remember.”

You stood between the friends, rocking awkwardly on your heels. “Y/n, this is Ethan,” Quinn finished the introduction, pushing you towards him. “And he’s going to hang out with you tonight while I go back home and….busy myself.”

Ethan gave her a disgusted look but quickly covered it up by clearing his throat. “We’ll talk later, right?” He held eye contact with her and she squinted at him before giving him a tight lipped smile. 

“Yeah, sure,” she hummed before turning to you, placing a hand on your arm. “Have fun! I’ll see you later.”

It was clear that this was part of her plan. She wasn’t dressed in a costume, with the exception of the black cape she wore over a red tank top and dark jeans, so she wasn’t there for the party. She came with you just so she can dump you on him so she could go back home and have a night alone with her boyfriend. 

Ethan turned back to you, making you quickly look away from him in hopes you didn’t get caught checking him out. He noticed, but didn’t say anything about it. Instead he held his free hand out to you, grinning at your shyness. “It’s nice to meet you,”

When you looked up at him again, you let your tense shoulders drop and took his hand. You can’t help but notice the size difference, how his hand covered yours completely, and it sets butterflies loose all over your body. “Nice to meet you,”

Unbeknownst to you, Ethan also noticed just how small you were compared to him, and that by itself was enough to make him feel the overwhelming need to protect you and put a stop to his sister’s plans.

-

It continued with quiet begs.

Behind Quinn’s closed door, he stood in front of where she sat on her bed, looking up at him with crossed arms. “This wasn’t part of the plan, Ethan,”

“Change the plan,” he said desperately, covered from his shoulders down by the black robe. “Please, Quinn, don’t touch her. Please.”

His sister rolled her eyes and huffed out a breath. “You’re such a boy,” she muttered. “Falling for the first girl who shows interest in you.”

Ethan held back the snarky reply that nearly slipped out and instead waited for her to continue, a hopeful glint in his eyes. 

She saw the desperation on his face and groaned again, giving in. “Fine,” she muttered. “I suppose she is the only person I can tolerate in the group. But what will you do if she finds out that you’re one of the killers?”

Ethan’s whole body tenses up at the question. He hadn’t thought that far ahead. What would he do if you found out the truth about him? “I’ll figure it out,” he waved it off and stepped closer to her, playing it up as if that was the least of his worries, when in reality, the thought of you seeing this side of him terrified him. “But promise me you’ll leave her alone.”

“I said fine,” she repeated, pushing herself into a lying position. “But you better find a way to convince dad, too. That’s all on you.”

Ethan thanked her and grabbed the mask from where it was hidden in a bag beside the bed. “Are you ready?” He asks, holding the worn out mask in his hands.

Quinn nodded but before she got into position she sat up quickly, giving him a stern look. “Make sure you rough her up a bit,” she said and Ethan shook his head almost immediately. 

“What? No,”

“Yes, you have to make it believable,” she pressed, laying back down on the pillows while grabbing her phone. “If she’s the only one who is left untouched after tonight, it’ll draw too much attention.”

Ethan processed her words. She was right, but he didn’t think he would be able to bring himself to cause any harm to you, let alone make you bleed. 

Quinn sensed this and sighed. “Look, it doesn’t have to be too hard or too much,” she said, trying to ease him into it. “Just…cut her a bit. Make sure she bleeds just enough to not bring attention to her.”

At that, Ethan hesitantly nodded and gave his sister a tight lipped smile before putting the mask on.

-

What followed were subtle hints. 

Class was done for the day, and you decided to not waste the rest of it indoors and hiding from the killer. 

Instead, you wanted to be surrounded by people so you had a less likely chance of getting caught, or killed. 

You were in the park, a couple of books opened in front of you on the picnic table. Studying was hard to do before this mess, and it proved to be even harder to do during it. 

Sitting across from you was Ethan, who had never felt  more tense and nervous in his entire life. He also had a few books open in front of him, but unlike you, he wasn’t paying any attention to them at all. 

His eyes were on you while his leg bounced under the table, his nerves beginning to eat him alive.

As you skimmed through the physics textbook, attempting to distract yourself from what was set to happen tonight, you didn’t glance up at your boyfriend, who was becoming paler by the second. 

Later in the evening, you, Tara, Ethan, Sam, Mindy, Chad and Kirby were planning on locking Ghostface in the old theater and executing him or her. To say you were terrified would be an understatement, but you were trying to keep your cool and remain as calm as possible.

Ethan, however, could no longer keep quiet. “I don’t want you to come tonight,” he said, making you look up at him with furrowed brows. 

His words took you by surprise and you slowly closed the book, sliding it to the side as you gave him your full attention. “Why?”

“You could get hurt,” it was a stupid excuse. Everyone would likely be getting hurt tonight, including him, but he couldn’t think of another reason. He knew you and he knew you wouldn’t leave your friends to fight this battle by themselves, but that didn’t stop him from asking you to skip this one out. 

“You could get hurt, too,” you point out, proving to him that his excuse was pretty much invalid. “We could all get hurt, or worse.”

Ethan shakes his head quickly, putting his hands on the table as the frustration begins to take over his body. “You don’t get it,” he muttered, looking around at the other students that paid the couple no mind. “If something happens to you tonight, something that I could’ve prevented…I don’t know what I’d do.”

You gave him a sad smile, reaching over and placing one of your hands on his. “Ethan,” you sigh his name, making his chest tighten at the fact that he was fighting a losing battle. “I feel that way about you, too. It terrifies me to think that one of us could die tonight, let alone get hurt. Think of it this way; if I asked you to stay home tonight, would you?”

I can’t he answered in his head. I have to make sure my sister doesn’t kill you. 

At his lack of response, you squeeze his hand, bringing it up to your mouth and kissing the back of it. “We just need to stick together, okay?”

Ethan held your hand tighter and nodded, fully prepared to do anything in his power to stop you from getting on that subway train with him.

-

What happened next was a massive fail on his part.

In his attempt to split you up from the rest of the group, he accidentally split up Mindy as well. Now he was ten minutes behind the others, with you tucked protectively under his arm, and Mindy a fair distance away from the two of you as her suspicion of him seemed to grow by the minute. 

The flickering lights did nothing to calm your racing heart. You tuck yourself further under Ethan’s arm, needing to feel protected for just a minute or two before you throw yourself in the lion’s den. Except in this case, it was a locked theater and instead of a lion, it was a cold blooded killer. 

A few minutes passed, and once Mindy moved another meter or so away from the two of you, Ethan leaned down so his mouth was right next to your ear. “It’s almost time,” he informed you. “Last chance to do me the biggest favor ever by not getting off with us at the stop.”

When he pulls back, you chase after him and connect your lips in a chaste kiss. It only lasted a few seconds before you’re pulling away and nudging your forehead against his. “I’m staying,” you tell him for what you hoped would be the final time. 

The lights continued to flicker and you noticed that they stayed off for a bit longer than usual, making you furrow your brows. Just as you were about to question what the hell was wrong with them, Ethan was pulling away from you with a curse leaving his mouth. 

You watch as he rushes towards a bleeding Mindy, wrapping his arm around her and helping her stand up. He takes her off the train and sits her against a beam, calling out for someone to call 911. 

All while this was happening, he finally realized that you were no longer next to him. This makes him look up in sheer panic, his eyes meeting yours as you back further into the train. 

In your mind, he was safer here than he would be with you. He would be with Mindy, both of them far away from the killer who would be at the theater. This was you protecting him.

Within seconds Ethan was standing up and bolting it to the closing doors, leaving Mindy with no hesitation. They successfully separated you from him and you give him a sad smile once it begins moving again. He yells something to you and starts to chase after it, ultimately losing sight of it as it disappeared in the darkness. 

“Fuck,” he yelled, tugging on his hair before taking off in a sprint to the nearest staircase. 

-

It ended in blood. 

A lot of it. 

You watch in horror as the killer stabbed Chad repeatedly in the chest, arms and back before letting his body fall to the floor. When they turned to you, Sam grabbed both yours and Tara’s hands as she began to run back towards the shrine. 

There, you run into Kirby, who you had lost all trust for due to what Bailey had told you about her history. “One of them knocked me out,” she struggled to say as she moved closer. Your heart fell at the mention of there being more than one killer, but could you really trust her words? Before she could continue, she raised her gun and pointed it behind the three of you, aiming directly for Bailey. “What are you doing?”

“Did you kill Quinn?” He asked, copying her stance and pointing his own gun at her. “Did you kill my daughter?”

“Jesus Christ,” Kirby yelled, tears gathering in her eyes as she looked between you, Tara and Sam. “Whatever he’s been saying to you, don’t listen to him. He’s probably the killer.”

As soon as she said that, Ghostface runs up behind him and Kirby screams at Bailey in a warning, one he doesn’t believe as he shoots her twice without hesitating. The killer stopped beside him, looking at him through the mask. “Great job,” he said as another Ghosface stood to his left. “Both of you.”

“You?” Tara asked, hearing him snicker in response. 

“Of course,” he said. “I expected more from you after what you did to us.” 

“Us?” Sam questions and watches as the person to his right took off their mask, or rather, took off her mask. 

At the sight of Quinn being alive and well, you all stood in shock as she smirked. “You look surprised,”

“Yeah, because you died,” Tara gasped.

“I kinda didn’t, though,” she said and looked at the remaining killer, glaring at the mask they wore. “Thanks for taking so long, by the way. I had to kill Chad all by myself. I thought you were looking forward to doing that.”

Both you and the sisters, as well as Bailey and Quinn waited for them to take the mask off and reveal their identity, something you wish you could’ve prepared yourself for. 

Raising their hands, the person takes the mask off and the face behind it has your heart falling to the floor, tears flooding your eyes and all the air leaving your body. “Ethan?” Tara said in shock and the name triggered the first of many tears as they began falling down your face.

Shaking your head, you back away and drop the brick Sam gave you as a weapon, a silent sob ripping through your mouth. “No,”

While Quinn wore a proud smirk, Ethan wore the exact opposite. His eyes were clouded with guilt, his jaw clenched and his shoulders tensing up. He looked at the blood that covered your arm from when Quinn sliced a decent sized mark up your skin, your grey long sleeved shirt now a dark red. “Bet you didn’t see that one coming,” she teased, twirling the knife in her hand as Ethan stepped forward. 

“Y/n,” the sound of your name leaving his mouth had your eyes squeezing shut, making you miss the way Bailey’s arm reached out and stopped his son from going over to you. 

“Now, son,” he said, giving the younger man a comforting squeeze on the shoulder. “Don’t let a girl you hardly know take away your focus on the task at hand.”

Quinn gave her brother a nod, walking around their dad to place her hands on his shoulders. “He’s right, Eth,” she pressed her fingers into his tense shoulders. “She’s not worth it. I told you that she never was.”

“No,” Ethan said it in the same tone you did, shaking his head and closing his eyes. 

Quinn inhaled angrily, looking between her two family members. “You can’t save her, Ethan,” she dropped her comforting voice and began to speak more sternly. “She’s as dead as those two bitches beside her.”

Sam glared at her while Tara reached her hand back, signaling for you to take it. You did, refusing to look at the three killers in front of you while the two sisters hid you behind them. “She has nothing to do with us,” Tara said, her eyes never leaving Bailey’s in case he made any sudden moves. “Leave her out of this.”

“Yeah, it’s us you want, right?” Sam asked and watched as both Bailey and Quinn nodded while Ethan remained still. “So leave her alone. Keep her out of this.”

Quinn laughed, stepping away from her brother and inching closer to the three of you. “You two are dumber than I thought,” she said, running her gloved finger over the blade. “Are you that stupid? She’s seen our faces. She knows us. She has to die, just like how the two of you have to.” 

“You’ll suffer for what you did to my boy,” Bailey says tearfully, finally showing another emotion besides rage. At Sam’s confused face, he continued. “You killed him.”

Sam’s eyes widened when she realized who he was talking about. “Richie?” 

The name makes Quinn’s face shift into a look of anger, while Ethan finally tears his eyes away from you to glance at Sam. “You killed my brother,” Quinn seethed. “And now I’m going to kill you.” As soon as the words left her mouth, she was rushing forward and slicing at Tara, who moved out of the way and instead made the knife cut through the skin of your other arm. 

Chaos broke out after that. Tara swung her arm up and slammed the brick into the side of Quinn’s face, knocking her to the ground instantly. Bailey pointed his gun at you once Sam ran to help her sister, but before he could pull the trigger, Ethan finally broke out of his daze and tackled his father to the ground, making him shoot up at the ceiling. 

The sound of a gun going off makes you jump and run to hide behind one of the benches, ducking down so you are out of sight. You really did have no business being involved in this.

Ethan and Bailey struggle for a moment before he is able to take the gun from his father and throw it towards the stage, making another shot go off that nearly hits Quinn. “Ethan, what the fuck?!” She yells at him, looking around for her brother and father. Her mouth was bleeding and the sight of a couple of her teeth on the ground had her seeing red. 

Bailey recovered a few seconds later and sat up, ready to scold his son on the betrayal. Except Ethan was no longer with him. 

The hand that covered your mouth made your eyes widened and you began thrashing around when you felt an arm wrap around your body. Ethan shushes you and you wish you felt as safe with him as you did on the train, but your shaking body gave away how you really felt. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered to you and you shook your head, wrapping your fingers around his wrist and pulling his hand away from your mouth.

“You’re fucking crazy!” You whisper-yell at him. “You’re a fucking killer!”

“I know! I know, just, please,” he matched your tone and peeked his head up, seeing that his sister and father were looking for him, knives held tightly in their hands. “Please, believe me when I say I was never, ever going to hurt you. It wasn’t part of the plan.”

“The plan?” Your eyes widened even more as you tried to push his arm off you. It was a failed attempt as he was a lot stronger than you, and his body was running on pure adrenaline at the reality that you no longer trusted him. “This was all part of some fucking plan? What, you were supposed to make me think that you’re a good guy just so you could stab me in the back?”

“No! No, baby, please, listen to me,” he reached up to brush your hair out of your face, turning your head so you were looking in his eyes. “I could never hurt you, I’d never do that. I had to convince Quinn to leave you alone because I fell in love with you and the thought of you getting hurt was enough to drive me insane.”

“There’s no driving you insane, Ethan,” you muttered. “You’re already fucking insane.” Before you could get any other words out, you were grabbed by your arm and thrown to the floor, your head hitting off the edge of a display case. 

“Fuck,” Ethan cursed as he stood up and watched as his dad towered over you. He lifted you into the air by your neck, making you choke out raspy breaths. Your hands wrap around his arm as your legs begin to kick at anything they could, your eyes widening at the interrupted air flow. “Dad, stop!”

Ethan ran over to the display case that held the knife Charlie used on Kirby, his heart falling to the floor at the thought of what he had to do next. 

You let out a strangled scream when he plunged a knife into your stomach, your nails digging into his arm. It didn’t seem to faze him at all as he retracted the knife and was about to stab you again before his own eyes widened in shock at the searing burn in his side. 

He let go of you, making you fall to the floor in pain as he turned to face Ethan, who pulled the knife out of his side. “Y-you?” Bailey muttered, betrayal lacing his voice. 

Ethan didn’t reply as he lifted the knife again, this time shoving it deep into his father’s neck, and watched as he fell to his knees. Bailey mumbled something that was incoherent before falling on his side with blood beginning to pool around him.

“Ethan!” Quinn called from her place on the balcony with Sam and Tara. “What did you do?!” 

He looked up at her with guilt in his eyes before Sam picked up the gun and shot her in the head, successfully killing her. Ethan quickly looked away and back at you, who was leaning against the side of the bench, your hands pressing against your stomach. At the sight of your blood seeping through your fingers, Ethan made a move to rush over to you, not noticing that Kirby was slowly getting up and reaching for her gun.

When she saw his fast movements towards a bleeding and crying you, she fired the gun and shot him in the chest. He stopped instantly, his hands coming up to press against the hole in his chest as he fell to his knees, identical to how his father fell just moments before. 

Your eyes fill with tears once more when you realized what happened, and they meet his for a brief second before he falls onto his back. “No,” you whispered, wincing at the pain you felt when you began crawling to him. “No, no no no, Ethan.”

You collapse next to him, watching as tears form in his eyes and his still glove-covered hand weakly reaches out to you. You grab it, lacing your fingers together and holding your joined hands close to your chest. “I’m so..I’m so sorry,” he mumbled, blood beginning to pool in his mouth. 

With your freehand, you reach up to brush away the curls that rested against his forehead, sniffling quietly. “Thank you,” you whispered, running your fingers through his hair in an attempt to soothe his racing heart. “For saving my life.”

Ethan let a single tear fall as he watched you cry above him. “It was easy, falling for you. I could’ve loved you forever,” he managed to say as he felt all his energy leave his body. His words make even more tears fall as you remain silent, tightening your hold on his hand. “It wouldn’t have been long enough.” 

His voice was quiet, but it wasn’t as quiet as Tara and Sam, who watched from above with pity. It also wasn’t quiet enough so that Kirby, who was sitting on the steps of the stage with the slightest bit of remorse in her eyes, couldn’t hear him. 

As soon as the words left his mouth, a bit of blood dripped from his lips as his head fell to the side and his eyes closed. You squeezed his hand in yours, leaning down to press your head against his chest as you cried silently.

Sam grabs Tara’s hand as they walk towards the stairs, knowing exactly how you were feeling. Her heart hurt for you as you were a lot younger than her and still had to go through what she did not too long ago.

Minutes passed before you lifted your head and looked at the lifeless face of your now ex-boyfriend. A few more tears leave your eyes as you place his hand on his stomach, forcing yourself to let go of it afterwards, and caressing the side of his face. 

For a final goodbye, you lean down and press a kiss to his forehead, and wiped away the single tear that rolled down his face when you pulled away.

[josibunn]

Girl, i CANNOT believe you are writing like that and only have the nerve to have 2 fics up!! I've read them so many times, im pretty sure i can recite them in my sleep. You are SO talented!!!

Bless us with more PUH-LEEEEZZZZZ 😩

omg you’re so sweet!! I have so much work caked up in my drafts, I just have trouble finishing😭here’s somethin short n sweet, lmk if you want anything specific! asks are always always open and i’m very multifandom so i’m open to just ab anything. mwah mwah mwah

play pretend!! you n charlie have his parents house to yourselves for the weekend. fem reader, +18

it was a quiet, saturday morning. you slept soundly in charlie’s arms, your breathing patterns mirroring each others. you stirred awake at charlie’s sleep twitching, realizing he had you in a headlock as he snored softly. you didn’t mind it, you took it as he just didn’t want you to leave him in the night, but it was a little silly.

you smiled, reaching up and patting his arm, “charlie,” you mumble, still patting him but later on moving onto shaking. “charlieeee,” you whine, and soon he stirred awake, confused and dazed.

“hm? hm? what’s wrong?” he mumbled, lifting his head and looking around, his eyes barely open. “you’re chokin’ me baby,” you speak, moving his arm down, to which he glided it down your hip with a hum.

“mm. well, goodmorning pretty girl,” he rasps into your cheek, planting soft kisses, making you smile. “g’morning baby, ‘sume you slept good.”

“you being here is the only part that made it good, I love holding you.” “y’mean choking me?” you giggle, and he chuckled softly, sleep still evident in his voice.

you turn to face hands cupping his face loosely, looking into his low eyes that rolled back at your comment. “we should probably clean up soon..” he sighed. “we??” you raise a brow.

“you’re here too, right?” he questioned, a chuckle following. “yeah but I cook, that means you clean.” “since when?” “since,” you yawned, sitting up on one of your hands, his shirt you wore sliding down one of your arms.

“since we had to order takeout yesterday because you couldn’t cook the food correctly and burned it,” he rubbed your hip, raising up your shirt a bit, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he started to grab at the plush of your exposed thighs.

“it wasn’t that bad, you’re just boujee.” he rolled his eyes, his fingers hooked now hooked under your underwear. “yeah well, boujee knows how to cook, so.” you made him laugh, which made you smile.

“what’d you want for breakfast,” you rubbed your eye, and he whined. “nothing yet, I don’t have work till eight, lay with me some more,” he joked. he kept telling you “this is our married life free trial,” since he had the house to himself for the weekend.

you giggled, knowing he was referencing that. “honey, we have workkkk,” you whine as he kissed up your shoulder, covers falling off his bare chest as he lifted up, and you felt him kiss up your neck and over the hickeys from last night he’d left.

you but your lip feeling his hands rub under your thighs as he slotted himself between them, laying you back down slowly. “let’s call in, won’t even notice,” he whispered, kissing the side of your mouth before kissing you softly, hair messily falling in the sides of your head as he held your legs apart, hovering over top of you.

“we’re the best directors in the bizzz,” you whine jokingly before he slips his tongue into your mouth, stifling his giggle. you kiss back, sleep still pulsing through both of you as you grew more aroused, whining and moaning tiredly.

he drew his hand between your legs, rubbing you through you underwear, fingers already soaked with your sopping slick. you pant in the kiss before you both pull away, locking eyes as he pulls your underwear off, both peering down at watching his hands spread your pussy before he pushed a finger in slowly, you throwing your head back as he watched your face, his mouth agape.

“oh charlie,” you moan, lifting your legs higher. the sun crept in through his window, making its mark on your face as your head tilted back, mouth open spewing lazy moans, charlie drinking in the sight of you right now, his eyes rolling back just at how beautiful you looked in the morning, even if you didn’t think so.

you hold the back of his head, fingers in his hair as he inserted his other finger into you, making you let out a loud moan, brows scrunching together. you gasp, “s-sorry,” you whimper, feeling him curl his fingers inside of you. “be as loud as you want baby, s’just us, me n’ you,” he whispered before kissing you again, more hungrily as he pumped you full of his fingers.

you feel your legs jolt with each pump into you, moaning into his mouth. you felt his boner on your leg, making your head fog over even more. “please char,” you beg, and he already knew what he wanted, he could feel your clit throb, but oh did he love hearing you say it.

“please what baby? cmon, tell me what you need,” he taunts, grinning down at you. “you, charlie, I need you,” you grab his boner and hear him groan, bucking up to your touch.

“me too baby, me too,” he said with a yawn. “still sleepy?” you giggle. “a little, but I have ta’ have you,” he sighed, pulling himself out. you laid him back on his side, still slotted between your legs with your hands on his face.

he lifts your leg, rubbing his tip against your soaking entrance, making your breath hitch. he pushed inside of you slowly, you two sharing a gasp as he stretched you open, filling you up so good. you moan, hands moving from his face to his shoulders, rubbing down and to his back, holding him closer, your face in his neck.

“always so tight baby,” he whispers, lips on your forehead as he planted soft kisses, hearing your little gasps and moans as he finished bottoming out, the hand that wasn’t holding up your leg was wrapped under you, holding your back, bringing you closer, as if you guys could become one.

he moved inside of you slowly and lazily, not being able to hold back his moans like he usually could, you just felt too good to him this early in the day, if he knew morning sex was this good he’d tell his parents to go on trips more often.

you held onto him with everything you had awake, brows knit and mouth agape, moans flying out of you as if you were being hypnotized.

you felt like your heart was gonna jump out of your chest, you could feel him everywhere. in your fingers, your feet, your stomach, it was unreal, you didn’t know if it was the sleepiness or the way he had you sprawled out. him between your legs but also laying on his side, your legs spread with one lifted up slightly, hugging close to your side.

“oh god char,” you moan, eyes shutting, not being able to hold the eye contact anymore, the pleasure too overwhelming. “—gasp—oh god, oh i love you,” you moan, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“I love you too baby, love you so much,” he kisses your forehead affectionately, speeding up to the best of his abilities. “perfect girl, so pretty like this,” he watched you throw your head back, tiny moans falling off your tongue, nails softly digging into his skin as you clench down on him.

“so tight for me too, fuckin’ squeezing’ the life outta me,” he chuckled airily, his cheeks pink as you moan into his ear, lips grazing his soft skin, making him shiver.

“you’ my pretty girl, yeah? my pretty girl with the best pussy in the world?” he let go of your leg to cup your cheeks, you keeping your leg up yourself. “yes baby, yes, m’your pretty girl, all yours,” you kiss him as passionately as your tired ass could, whimpering into his mouth, “c-close, mmf-charlie i’m close,” your hands run into his hands again as you continue kissing him, moaning whinily and voice shaky, yearning for your sweet release.

he lifted your leg up again, this time it was so far up that it was side by side with your bicep, charlie now fucking you so deep, your world collapsing.

you gasp and moan in the kiss, eyes shut tight. “—gasp— you’re so good! awe, fuck! fuck! charlie!” you moan, holding onto him for dear life as he plummeted into you, his tip kissing that sweet spot that always sent you into that dazed, ditzy state you loved so much.

“yeah baby, that’s it cum on my fuckin’ cock,” he rasps, watching your face with a close eye, loving your faces of pleasure as he rocked you through your orgasm. he could feel your legs shaking as he held it up, trying to keep his own composure since you were squeezing him so tight he thought he’d lose circulation.

“so, so damn pretty, fuuuck,” he moans, salivating as he watched that familiar white ring form around his dick, your moans whiney and broken as he reaches down and toys with your clit, dragging out your high.

“gonna make you my fuckin’ wife, gonna make you a fuckin’ mommy, how bout that sugar?” he knew you were to dazed to speak, only thing coming out of your mouth was “ooh fuck,” “yes baby, yesyesyes” and some slight I love you’s.

he groaned deeply, throwing his head back while he pulled at your hair, jerking your own hair back, making you help and moan, “fuck baby i’m gonna cum, ooh i’m gonna fuckin’ cum oh my god,” he moans, not being able to hold back how good you were making him feel. you held onto him like a damn koala as he cums inside of you, a hand tangled in his hit as one claws at his back, both panting.

he doesn’t pull out yet, enjoying the warm feeling, “you feelin’ ok baby?” he cradled your face, and you nod dumbly, leaning up to kiss him. “wanna go back to sleep?” he pulls out, and you feel cum leak out of you. you nodd, snuggling close to him again, slowing your breath as you rested against his chest.

I don’t know what a “short” fic is omg😭. I hope you enjoyed this!!

[sunarc]

Trading Places

A/N: So the ending was actually different to this but i wanted full on subby nanami lol but let me know if yall would like to read the alternative ending where nanami takes charge. Also @kentophilia heres some nanami for you babe

CW: being tied up, degrading, praise, sub nanami, cowgirl, reader really gets into it

Nanami had never been one to just completely give up dominance. Seeing him in a submissive state was like seeing a pig flying in the sky. It never happened, and he was content with it being that way. That is until you suddenly asked him to let you be in charge one night. Nanami’s eyes grew wide as if you’d just asked him to do the impossible.

“You want… to tie me up?” The question came out with a confused tone.

You looked down shyly but maintained a brave tone.

“Well, yeah,” you said. Your hands dragged softly down his chest as your eyes looked up to meet his dark ones. “I just want to try something new,” you smiled innocently. “Let me take the reins for once, I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

Nanami stared hesitantly. He’d never been tied up before, usually being the one doing the tying. His eyes looked down at your soft pleading ones, and he just couldn't help but fall into your trap.

Your touch was so delicate, leading Nanami to your shared room. You pressed gentle, reassuring kisses on his skin as you tightly tied his wrists together above his head.

“Are you okay?” You held his face gently in your hand.

You knew this was new for him. You wanted to have your fun, but his comfort came first before anything else.

“I’m alright, my love,” a soft smile played on his lips.

Your hands dragged down his body toward the bulge in his underwear. You placed wet kisses and rubbed his clothed bulge while you scanned his body. He was staring down at you with a dark gaze as his bottom lip was pulled between his teeth. He was getting desperate, almost needy, for you. He needed you to touch him—something more than a delicate touch blocked by fabric.

“Just-ugh fuck, I need you, love,” he grunted.

You chuckled at his idea of begging. Something about having him at your mercy left you feeling excited. You were in charge. You were the one making him beg now. You pulled his cock free from his restricting underwear. Your eyes grew wide at how achingly hard he was. The tip of his cock was a bright red as pre-cum slowly leaked down the side.

"Aww, you really do need me, don't you?” you smiled.

You licked at the tip of his cock, gathering the precum on your tongue.

“So tasty, even when you're desperate.”

Your hand moved in slow motion, stroking his cock at a pace you knew would drive him crazy. Nanami let out a soft groan as he bucked his hips upward into your hand.

“Don’t be a tease.” His eyes stared down at you with a warning look.

“Don’t forget who’s in charge,” you said with a devilish smirk. You licked a long, slow strip from the base of his cock to the tip, earning a deep moan from him.

You wanted to have a little fun while you could. This was the one time you could do whatever you wanted, and you knew by the time you’d be done, Nanami would make sure it was the last. You wanted to tease him as much as you could. You knew how much Nanami loved touching you, he loved the thought that his hands could have you writhing with pleasure. So why not show him how pretty you look touching yourself? You inched forward so that you were now straddling Nanami’s abs. You leaned forward to press a kiss against his lips.

“How bad do you need me, Ken?” Your voice was silky smooth as you asked.

“Real bad, my love. How about you untie me so I can show you?” He smiled into your kiss.

You hummed as a reply, "Mmm, I don’t think so. How about you beg for my pussy and maybe I’ll let you go?”

You leaned back, giving Nanami a full view of how your pussy was dripping for him. Your finger glided between your folds, circling around your clit. You let out a breathy moan at the sudden surge of pleasure.

“Feels so good, Ken. Look at how wet my pussy gets for you,” you continued rubbing slow, teasing circles. “Imagine if it were your tongue, slurping all my juices, letting it drip down your chin, tasting all of me." You dragged your words.

Your eyes looked down at Nanami's, who was so focused on the way your fingers dripped with your essence, massaging where he so desperately wanted his tongue to be. His tongue swiped against his bottom lips as he stared deeply at the way your fingers dipped in and out of your hole. The noises coming from you were like a symphony of the greatest composition of music Nanami had ever heard.

“Come on, love, untie me, and I promise I can make you feel so much better,” he grunted.

You knew Nanami’s touch would leave you shaking within seconds, but you didn’t want to end the fun too early.

“But I’m having so much fun listening to you beg for me,” you teased.

Nanami threw his head back, letting out a frustrated laugh.

"Darling, if you let me go now, I promise I’ll be somewhat lenient with your punishment,” he gave a faux smile.

You ignored his meaningless threat and continued a steady pace of pumping your fingers in and out of your hole. You let out blatantly loud moans before slipping your fingers free to drag them to your mouth, licking and sucking the juices that dripped from them. You hummed at the taste of yourself, eyes closed, while you exaggerated a sigh of pleasure.

“Oh, I'm sorry." You gave Nanami a doe-eye look. “Did you want a taste?”

Nanami was losing his mind at this point. He had been unknowingly rutting his hips upwards, wordlessly begging you to let him have you.

"Please, Angel, please can I touch you?”

At this point, he had completely given up his rough persona and was left vulnerable to you, pleading for your touch. His eyes squeezed shut as he struggled with the restraints. The tip of his cock was a bright red, practically screaming for you.

“I need you so bad it fucking hurts,” he said, completely losing himself. You smiled at this new Nanami that you had never seen before.

“It’s okay, baby, you can have me,” you spoke softly, finally pleased to hear him beg.

You leveled yourself above his cock and slowly began to sink down onto him. Nanami let out a deep groan at the feeling of your warm hole trapping him in. You lifted yourself up and down, moving at an achingly slow pace.

"Faster,” he grunted.

You frowned at his demand.

“Who’s in charge?” You asked, smiling menacingly at his angry face, covered in a deep blush.

He bit his lip, refusing to answer you still keeping eye contact. You circled your hips, making his eyes roll back as you asked again.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” You said in a cocky manner.

You knew you were going to be a goner by the time you untied him, so why not make the most of it?

“Let me hear you say it, and I’ll think about giving you what you want.”

Nanami groaned loudly as you came down harder on his cock, smiling at how you had him blushing and panting for you.

“You’re so pretty when you're needy.”

Nanami bucked his hips upward with a groan.

“You don’t understand what I'm going to do to you when I get free,” he said, pulling on the restraints.

“Oh yeah? I guess I’ll just have to keep you looking pretty and tied up then yeah?” you smirked.

You bounced your hips up and down on him, moaning freely. Nanami’s chest dripped with sweat as he groaned your name, breathing heavily. You leaned down, wrapping your hand around his neck, squeezing softly.

“You like that?” you moaned “You like when I fuck you like this?” you asked

He turned away, closing his eyes as small grunts left him. You're not sure what came over you. Maybe the feeling of being in charge was completely taking over you, but your hand came down on his cheek, slapping him as you continued to ride him, picking up speed. He let out a gasp mixed with a moan as you continued bouncing on his cock. Your body was trembling with pleasure. Nanami wanted to hold on. To keep himself from giving you what you wanted, his submission. He couldn’t hold on any longer. His whimpers filled the room. He wanted to touch you, needed it. His eyes watched as your cunt slid down his length, dripping with your juices. He felt himself craving you more than anything in the world. He needed to have his hands wrapped around your hips, dragging your body along his length.

“Fuck- just please,” he moaned, yearning for you. His hips bucked upward into you, matching your thrust, as his eyes rolled back.

“Please what?” You asked as your hand came down against his cheek again, earning you a low groan as you felt his cock twitch inside of you. Nanami would never admit it out loud, but something about this bratty behavior of yours, slapping him and fucking him as if you were in charge was sending him over the edge. His eyes rolled back in pleasure as he let out a breathy whimper.

"Please, baby, please go faster.”

Your smile grew wide, pleased with his submission.

“Good boy,” you purred, “you like it when I ride you like this, don’t you? You like getting fucked like a nasty little slut.”

Your words were doing something to Nanami that he had never experienced before. His moans were flowing freely. His hips bucked upwards into you, matching your rhythm. You circled your hips down on him. Your nails dragged down his chest, leaving a red streak in their trail.

“Say you're my slut, Kento,no-scream it.” You bounced up and down at a faster and harder pace.

You felt something primal growing inside of you. Listening to the way this strong, beefy man whined under you, begging you to fuck him, leaving you feeling overwhelmed with power.

“Scream to the world how I fucked my submissive boy so good,” you moaned the filthy words.

You had never expected yourself to become so dominant and mean, but the feeling was so good. Nanami was a whimpering mess trying to contain himself, but between the way your hips slammed down onto his and the pain of your nails, he was stuck in a blissful haze. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, trying to gain some of his former self back.

"Aw, come on, don't hide it." Your voice grew lower as you spoke. “I know how much you like being my little bitch now." Your hand came down to slap him yet again, and you were riding on a high of dominance that you never wanted to come down from. Nanami’s eyes burned with anger as he stared up at you. Nanami pulled on the restraints, his anger evident in how the veins appeared on his forearms. He was fuming with the desire to put you back in your place.

“You must really—ughh,” he was cut off by his own moan.

His hands squeezed into fists digging his nails into his palms. He was losing his mind with the feeling of pure lust taking all control. His desire for you was overcome by any need to be in charge. He let out shaky moans that had your eyes turning into stars. You were obsessed with this look. Sweat dripped down his body.his jaw hanging low as his eyes squeezed shut while a string of moans flowed from him. 

“Look at me baby” you moaned while your hand held his jaw in place to keep his eyes on you. 

This surge of dominance felt good. His orgasm was in your hands. You were in charge of his pleasure. You wanted to hear him beg, to hear him scream your name crying out for a release. 

“Please, please please please” he moaned. 

A smile crept onto your face as you listened to his pleas. You wanted to fuck him into a whiny mess barely able to comprehend anything but your cunt squeezing around him. 

“Please what?” You asked as your hips slammed down onto his cock “You want to cum?”

Nanami nodded his head desperately pleading for a release without words.

“Oh baby, I need more than just that. You know better.” You squeezed his jaw tighter as you slowed your hips to circle his cock. “Use your words like a good slut”

Nanami grunted at this new power dynamic. It was all so new to him but he’d be willing to do anything to make you happy. 

“Please can I cum? I need it so bad. I wanna fill your pretty pussy to the brim with my cum. Please baby please” he whimpered breathlessly as he bucked his hips up into you. 

He was a wreck, eyes rolling back as he trembled from the intense pleasure. He had been deduced to a cum hungry slut and you were loving every moment of him. 

“That's my good boy. Cum with me and make me proud.” you moaned.

His release struck him like a truck. He was trembling eyes rolling back as high-pitched moans he never knew he could make filled the room. The orgasm shared between the two of you felt so intense and overwhelming that you were left feeling weak as the two of you laid skin to skin catching your breaths. You moved to untie him and gently massaged his wrist. 

“How do you feel?” You asked with a soft voice. 

Nanami hummed and pulled you closer needing your warmth. 

“I’ve never experienced something like that” he whispered the words as if shocked by his own response. 

“Thankyou” you spoke “For letting me take control”

“I’d do anything to make you happy, Angel”

[paviastrashyrings]

*slams my hands on the table*

Finally, there's more Pavia liker here in tumblr and I been waiting for someone making Pavia contents/fanfics, yet you gib meh a delicious pavia content.

Speaking of Pavia, Can I have a request for him? I'm not sure if you heard his backstory but feel free to decline this request!

What if Pavia finally met his childhood best friend (crush) in his past? Who always been there for him in dark and gloomy times in his childhood? But finally met again as they grow up, would Pavia still have the love for reader when he met them again? And would they spend more time together than before in the past? What would that be?

*Grabs le a mic on you*

What an interesting ask; to answer your question dear reader, I know some of his lore. The basement in piedmont, the reason he was there. If there is anything I have not learned, I would be happy to learn more.

With such out of the way, dear readers, join me now in yet another sweet dream of the wolf and his pack.

A childhood crush is hard to come by when you're stuck in a basement for majority of what most would call childhood.

but little tiny you, leaving gifts you found at the only window that the basement had or dropping flowers and whatever trinkets you found out in the wilds.

slowly, he took notice and decided to try and speak to you.

You were so kind, and it felt so wonderful to finally have some kind of attention after all of this time without human interactions.

The day he disappeared, you thought he had died with not so much as a goodbye. You mourned, not knowing how to handle the loss of a friend.

as you grew older, you continued to carry a small bundle of dried and pressed petals from the flowers you used to show him. They sit neatly in a little pendant around your neck.

You were walking along, out on a small grocery run when you heard a voice that sounded oddly familiar.

You look around, clutching your pendant until your eyes land on him.

who..no that couldn't be who you thought it was. "Excuse me, sir" you'd try to at least get a better look at him. He couldn't possibly be who you thought it was, could it? "You're excused, can't you see im in the middle of-" and he stops, eyes filled with a strange familiarity as they land on you. He held a sweet in his hand, wrapped nicely in a box, it seems he was about to indulge. "I just had to ask," you start timidly, seeing the man sit in shocked silence. You open your pendant, the petals of flowers you used to show the little boy in the basement still pristine. "Do you know what flowers these petals belong to?"

To say he was shocked was an understatement, staring at the petals with wide eyes through his tinted glasses.

"Is it really you Pavia? After all these years?" youd ask, the realization dawning on him almost as soon as you said his name.

"Goodness, look at how much you've grown. I thought the day that my gifts weren't met with happy chatter, you had died." You'd continue, being unable to read the emotions he felt through his expression.

"I missed you; i missed you dearly in fact. I carried these everyday because I wanted to keep you with me" without saying a word in response to any of your rambling, he took your face in his hands.

He stared you down, as if trying to see if it really was you, he even leaned in and sniffed you as if he were a dog.

He was wary, but the more you spoke of the gifts you would show him and the nights you would talk to him through the one window he had in the basement, he started to believe you more.

The fact that you said you missed him? That you carried something that reminded you of him? He could cry, he didn't think that anyone doing that simply because they thought of him dearly was even possible.

He would love to catch up, first asking if you remembered what the names of his imaginary friends were.

If you answered with Tonika, Leon, Maleficent, Andrea, and Peter: well he automatically knew that you really were missing him.

Happy that you remembered, would absolutely pester you to hang out whenever you possibly could.

You got him a matching pendant, but it was empty. You had insisted that he put something in there that reminded him of you, so he could carry it around like you did with the petals.

Internally melting, externally grumbling about it being so much work.

He did it anyways, wears it religiously. Inside was a single piece of opal small enough to fit, it made him think of how bright you were.

He looks at it sometimes, but is more proud to wear it around knowing that yours matches.

crying, your honor please just let me love him gently Goodness, all of you have been so wonderful with your requests in my inbox!! I really wasnt expecting these to be so well received but I love writing them and I will do my best to get them all out to you asap! I digress, come dream with me some other time. From your Beloved, Moon.

[conanssummerchild]

do i think the community characters are ableist:

this is based off of things in-show and just my personal opinions feel free to disagree tho

pierce: do i even have to say it. yes.

elroy: nah elroy is chill as fuck i literally love him

abed: no, i feel like he would ask a lot of rlly blunt questions tho and some ppl might feel offended

britta: i love britta but she would push someone elses wheelchair in public and be like "look! im helping a DIFFERENTLY ABLED PERSON"

annie: i feel like she would be accidentally ableist (as opposed to pierce) but apologise profusely when someone tells her shes being ableist

shirley: uhh idk actually i dont think she would actually say anything ableist and she would say "ooh thats not nice :(" if someone else did but then she would pity disabled ppl

chang: bro idfk correct me if im wrong but i think chang is the only one in the show whos actually literally never said anything ableist, like hes so unhinged atp that he doesnt even know or care

duncan: um, no? idk, the only thing we really know about duncan is hes british and hot for britta (same) but i dont recall him ever being ableist (again, correct me if im wrong) so im gonna give him the benefit of the doubt

troy: season one troy? probably, he probably said some shit and made fun of some autistic kids lets be real, but my son has had so much character developement and he would never now, like abed tho i feel like he might ask a lot of questions that could maybe be a bit invasive

jeff: jeff is so interesting bcs i dont actually think hes like naturally ableist, he thinks hes better than disabled ppl but not bcs theyre disabled just bcs he thinks hes better than everyone. however he is aware of ppls disabilities and if they piss him off he will probably use them against them which is not cool, thumbs down

the dean: oof im not sure abt this one i feel like he would try to be inclusive but not really get there and end up using offensive terms and stuff without meaning to and he would be supportive on paper but ehen someone disabled actually was. dis abled. he would be like "omg disabled ppl 😨😨" (IM NOT OVER HIM CALLING ABED PSYCHO OK STFU)

frankie: hmmm heres the thing about frankie she says abed 'doesnt know any better' and she calls her sister mentally retarded but she helped abed rlly well in the flashbacks episode instead of. yk. slapping him in the face and saying "you try to get him to do anything normal without abusing him" (FUCK YOU JEFF) so im not sure, but i would go with no probably

idk if i missed anyone but i would love to hear anyone eles thoughts on this

oh my fucking god i forgot about buzz hickey, yes he hates autistic ppl real, his existence is a hate crime

[cockslutpadalecki]

All For You

Summary: You’ll never be able to tell Jake just how broken you truly are without him. Just how much you still love him. And the constant cycle of pushing him away before begging for his touch at 2am will never end until you can.

Characters: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x F!Reader.

Words: 2.4K.

Warnings: heavy angst, smangst, lots of sexual tension, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), 18+. MINORS DNI.

A/N: Only six months late to the Jake bandwagon, but here we are. Based off song of the same name by Cian Ducrot Ft. Ella Henderson (definitely worth giving it a listen). Jake’s POV is in first person. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Please support our content creators by sharing our work.

You know it’s a mistake the moment he picks up. His familiar deep husk that’s indicative of waking from a deep sleep. It stirs something inside you that you haven’t felt in so long that you almost hang up without a word.

“Hello?” he repeats drowsily, frustration already heavy in his tone.

“Jake,” you finally respond and you swear you can hear the breath catch in his throat.

“Hey.” The word is only three innocuous letters but it hurts as if it’s a breakup speech and you regret being so hasty to call. There’s a brief silence broken by the muffled sound of him grunting, and you know from memory he’s stretching across his bed to glance at the clock.

You swallow deeply, trying to block out the mental images of those taut abs tensing and contracting. Rippling as he fucks you long and hard in missionary—

“Y’know it’s 2am, right?” His voice interrupts your thoughts.

You know what time it is without needing to look at a clock. Like when your body is so in tune to waking up at the same time every morning, yours is programmed to reach out to Jake at 2am.

“Mhm.”

He sighs softly. “What’s happened?”

You don’t expect the question even though he always asks. Oh how you wish he’d get angry and hang up. It would certainly make these exchanges easier to deal with, but he never does.

I felt a moment of you in him.

You can’t tell Jake you missed his voice. Missed him. You’re too afraid to tell him anything.

“It’s not important,” you brush off, quickly changing the subject, “so, how you been?”

Jake coughs, clearing his throat. “Are you drunk again?”

“No,” you say, but the wine on your breath tells a different story. In reality, you’ve been drinking since you got home an hour ago, cutting short your date with Ben by feigning a stomachache. You did— do— feel sick, your gut twisting and turning as you try your best to wash down the memory of Jake on your skin, but it has done nothing except exacerbate your thoughts.

“You always were a bad liar,” he chuckles softly and the sound splits you down the middle before his tone changes. “Look, you should get some sleep. I’ll call when you’ve sobered up.”

“I can’t talk to you when I’m sober.”

“Why not?”

Because I’ll say all the things I should’ve said a year ago.

“This was a bad idea,” you backtrack hurriedly.

“D’you need me to come over?”

You shake your head vigorously, momentarily forgetting he can’t see you before you manage to choke out a solitary, “No.”

You can’t have him in your apartment. The last time it happened, all of the hard work you did to move on unraveled like a spool of thread in a matter of heated seconds.

As soon as he stepped inside, Jake was on you. Lips covering yours, hands in your hair— on the fastenings of your clothes as he rushed to free you from them. You mirrored his actions, tearing into his jeans as you kissed away the taste of bourbon from his tongue. He moaned into your mouth, a blissed out version of your name that you swear in the moment you’d have memorised for life. You stepped out of your yoga pants and jumped into Jake’s arms, wrapping your legs around his waist.

His cock was hot and wet as it notched at your entrance, teasing your pussy lips apart before he slid his way home—

“Hey, you still there?” Jake sounds panicked.

Your voice is thick as you reply, “‘m here.”

“Just say the word.”

No. No. No.

But that’s not the word that ends up slipping out.

-

I know I shouldn’t have offered. Yet I find myself bolting out of bed the second she whispers, “yes,” despite the reluctance in her tone that doesn’t fool me for a second. The entire ride over to her apartment, I can feel the deep tremble in my bones, the anticipation of seeing her again setting me on edge. And when I pull up in the parking lot, it takes all of my strength to drag myself from the car.

From the outside, I look like I have my shit together. A line of women queue up around the block to spend the night with me, and while I might indulge a couple when I’ve stumbled home from a bar, nobody can come close to her.

It’s simple. I didn’t do enough. I should’ve tried harder. I should’ve fought for what we had. But I had my chance and I lost it. She’s moved on, yet there’s a still part of me that can’t help but grasp at these lifelines— these little glimmers of the good times, and hope that maybe we can figure out a way to make it work.

It never goes any further than a quick hook up in the dead of night. And while I still want— need— her in every capacity, those moments hold me together like loose stitches, just waiting until they break apart and dissolve.

Apprehension takes hold as I step up to the door, lifting my fist high in preparation to knock. I hesitate for a moment, heart thudding against my rib cage. I could turn and walk away now, let us both move on like we should do, instead of suffocating beneath feelings I can’t verbalise. But as I fly blind into a cloud of denial, I always accept the lifeline she throws me, and I hold onto it like it’s saving me from plummeting to the ground from 30,000ft.

I knock and wait for her footsteps. When I finally hear them, my breath stalls in my throat.

-

You pause at the door, hand grasped loosely around the handle as you try to summon up the courage to open it. After all the time you’ve spent trying to create a void between you, it seems equally pointless as it is gut wrenching that he’s merely only a door’s width away from you now.

Eventually you suck in a deep breath and pull it open, feeling like your heart is on pause inside your chest as you wait for your eyes to land on Jake, like you expect the time and distance spent apart to have altered his appearance into something ghastly and hideous.

He hasn’t changed from the memory your mind has preserved, and that notion alone has enough weight behind it to make your whole body ache. Your gaze finally meets his and you stand there frozen, still remembering the way his touch felt against your skin the last time you stood in this very spot.

I never should’ve said yes.

Jake hovers in the doorway as if he’s waiting for your permission, and you hesitate in giving it to him before slowly moving out of his way to let him pass. He crosses the threshold in silence, sliding past you as his hypnotizing aftershave follows behind. Just the slightest inhale of it is enough to send you spiraling.

He turns to face you, brows furrowed in concern. “I can go.”

You shrug your shoulders in an attempt to act aloof. “If that’s what you want?”

“I wouldn’t have come if it was.”

Please don’t say that. Instead what comes out is, “I shouldn’t have called you.”

“Then why did you?”

“I don’t know, okay?” you rush out a little sharply, using the sudden burst of ire to slam the door shut. “What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know,” he says, “how about the truth?”

You stare each other down for a moment before you storm past him, only making it as far as the kitchen until Jake is reaching for you. With his hand around your bicep, he spins you around to face him.

You pull your arm free of his grip and hiss, “Don’t touch me.”

He looks hurt. “Why?”

“If you start, I won’t want you to stop,” you break down, virgin tears threatening to spill down your cheeks.

Jake regards you like you’re the most fragile thing on earth with clear hurt in his eyes and you feel your heart crumpling at the sight. Quickly, he closes the gap between you and you put your hand up to his chest to stop him, but it falters the minute your fingers skim over the material of his t-shirt, and the hard steel of his chest beneath. You begin to pull away, but Jake grabs your hand before you have a chance.

His skin is hot on yours despite the cold outside and it sets your entire body alight.

“What if I don’t want you to stop me?” he whispers, his spare hand sliding around the nape of your neck to pull you against him.

“Then we’re on the same page,” you breath out before pressing your lips roughly to Jake’s.

The kiss is hasty and messy. All tongue and heated moans between frenetic scrambling to free yourself of enough clothes to get to what you want. Jake tugs at your skirt, lifting it higher and higher until it sits bunched around your waist, just as you reach into his jeans to pull out his cock.

With a husky grunt, he turns you around, forcing you over the edge of the counter. You both frantically tug down your underwear, allowing him enough access to your cunt to slide himself inside you.

There’s a sudden bout of silence between you— like a second to reflect that you shouldn’t be doing this and stop, but neither of you do. Jake tenderly kisses your shoulder, and you turn your head to capture his lips within yours once more. Slowly, he starts to rock back and forth, pulling out with sloppy wet sucks as he retreats and brings back with him deep, thick moans when he fills you back up.

You lift your arm, wrapping it around the back of Jake’s head to keep him close, not wanting to be given the chance to speak for fear of coming to your senses. It’s better this way— losing yourselves in the moment rather than blaming each other for how your relationship failed. Yet stray words still manage to slip free— hushed expletives and blasphemous grunts, amidst praising moans telling one another how good it feels.

Jake knows your body as if it were his own. Fucking you like he never left. And when you come, you wish he never had.

-

The early morning sun prickles against your naked back, warming your skin until it wakes you. Sleepily, you stretch out, fingertips meeting cold sheets. For a minute it feels like any other morning, until you remember…

Jake.

You sit up fast, grabbing the t-shirt you normally sleep in and roughly pull it over your head before rushing out of bed. The pile of his clothes you had both thrown onto the floor in a fervoured frenzy are long gone. The sheets where he slept are smooth. There’s no trace that he was ever even here.

Except between your legs.

Your heart drops as your body sags, the ache in your chest like a gaping wound, ripped open and raw. You feel so stupid, so gullible. How could you be so blind? And even though you were the one to call— knowing it would end up like this, you’re still somehow surprised that things haven’t changed.

Ben crosses your mind for the first time since last night and remorse hits you like a ten tonne truck. It doesn’t matter that you’ve only been seeing him for the past two months or so— you aren’t even necessarily exclusive— it’s still a betrayal of trust. One you won’t be able to earn back.

Tears ravage your body, huge sobs that echo around the room like a haunting symphony. You fall back onto your bed, curling up into a ball as you hold a hand to your chest in an attempt to keep your heart from bleeding through it. It takes everything in you to remember how to breathe through your cries, the anguish stealing away all cohesive thought as misery consumes you.

You don’t hear the footsteps outside your room, or the creak of the door opening. You don’t realise Jake is standing next to you until he appears in your tear-streaked periphery, looking terrified.

He places something on your nightstand before rushing to his knees beside you, reaching out to stroke your forehead. “What the hell happened? Are you okay?”

“Thought… you… left,” you manage to choke out through a fresh wave of tears.

“I just went to get us breakfast.” He glances at your nightstand and you follow his gaze— two coffee cups along with a brown paper bag sit there innocently.

You want to cry all over again, but for an entirely new set of reasons. Embarrassment blooms beneath your skin— white hot shame at allowing Jake to see you. The real you. The one buried beneath your grief.

Pushing yourself up, you keep your head down, not wanting to make eye contact. You chide and vilify yourself internally, wishing you could take back the last twelve hours.

“Did you really think I’d leave without saying goodbye?”

With a sniff, you mutter, “You’ve done it before.”

Jake scoffs. “Only because you force me too.”

Now you look up, staring him down through wet eyelashes and the elysium— the brief period of jubilation in his company all but melts away. He’s right and it stings. You create this shield— this barrier so he can’t do it to you first.

You clam up like every other time before— the words on the tip of your tongue, but you can’t seem to vocalise them and the constant lie you tell yourself finally becomes apparent.

It doesn’t matter if you’re sober or not, you’ll never be able to tell Jake just how broken you truly are without him. Just how much you still love him. And the constant cycle of pushing him away before begging for his touch at 2am will never end until you can.

“I never want to leave,” Jake confesses, “but you push and push until I believe that leaving is what you really want. If it’s not,” he takes the deepest of breaths, eyes pleading, but his jaw is set tight as if he’s expecting a blow to the face, “if you want me to stay, if you want me, I need to hear it.”

You feel the solitary word in your throat. Can sense it teasing along the seam of your lips until it spills over like blood seeping from a wound. “Stay.”

***

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What’s it like to hold the hand of someone you love?

Sometimes I wonder if people in the palace think we’re just friends. We could be mistaken as such since all we do is crack jokes in the lab. Good friends crack jokes. But then again good friends don’t kiss each other’s cheek or rub each other's waist so there’s that.

“You think the palace knows about us?” I question as my hand rubs against the shaved hair along Shuri’s nape. I expect her to freeze but instead, her lips continue to trail along my abs and she secures an arm below my back.

“You think we act like it’s a secret, my love?” She asks like the smartass she is but I let it slide because of the name she calls me. She kisses my side and I feel her lips right above my ribcage.

“No, we haven’t said anything, do you not need to make an announcement to the council or something?” I wonder. I’d think that the council would like to keep track of her affairs.

She lets out a breath before speaking.

“No, the council does not dare to question me on who I lay with unless I choose to marry, would you prefer if I let it be known that we are together?”

If she had it her way, she’d yell it from the rooftops. I’d rather not draw attention to myself.

“No, it’s fine.” I sigh. I have so many questions that I want to ask. Am I someone she’d marry? We haven’t been together for long enough for me to even ask but I know her.

Her free hand rubs up and down the side of my thighs, her fingers gripping at the skin there before she looks up with dark brown eyes but with pupils larger than plates.

“I can tell you’re thinking, what is it?” She questions. We’re both young still, I just turned 22 and finally made a solid career in being Ironheart. But I still ain’t help but wonder if she wants a marriage. I’ve never spent time thinking about it, not until her really.

I’ve never been keen on the whole idea of it. Marriage seems so suffocating to me like everything good in a relationship ends after the knot has been tied.

“The whole marriage thing would you do it?” I blurt.

Her nose scrunches as she thinks.

“Yes. However, here marriage is more unique than it is in the states.” She mentions as she pulls my shirt down over the bottom half of my stomach.

“How so?” I ask as she sits up so her back is against the headboard. She gathers me in her arms so I’m straddling her.

“It’s more of a spiritual thing…not just in the palace, we don’t marry simply out of obligation or to aid with royal ties…We don’t marry just because of love either…it plays a role…the spiritual connection you have with someone, the values you share is what makes a marriage, what drives it I think is Your understanding of each other.”

She tells me more. About her parents, how they didn’t speak much and they didn’t need to. She denies the fact that they were always peaceful but they always pushed each other out of their comfort zone for each other’s sake.

“I’m sure that I love you, that was never in question, Rianna. I know you understand me, and I know I understand you as well, but I understand that American ideas of marriage are different. So we don’t need to do anything unless you’re comfortable.” She promises.

My brain goes blank just for a second. And all I can think about is how lucky I am to have her.

“What do you think about it?” She wonders with a squeeze to my waist.

“I don’t know…I’ve never really wanted to get married, I’m not sure why…I don’t want it right now, I don’t know if I’ll want it later.” I admit. Her chest falls and rises all the same. She presses a warm palm to my back beneath my shirt and kisses my forehead.

“Then we won’t discuss it until you want to.”

“Do you want it? Marriage?”

She pauses and then answers.

“Someday, perhaps. But I’m in no rush…You’re the only person I’ll marry, so if you aren’t ready then we aren’t…I don’t mind waiting for you.”

I can’t top that. But I know I’d wait for her too.

“By the way, the palace definitely knows we’re together because I forgot to soundproof the room once.” I can hear the laugh she’s attempting to hold back while she sleeps.

“Are you serious?”

“Unfortunately yes.”

I think I’d marry her. Not today or tomorrow but someday.

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Two fics in one day? anyway lmk what y’all think. I hope the shuriri girlies are still around 😩

[glitchy-witchy1994]

In this AU(Named "The living rose"), Grandma Rosiepuff did not die trying to save Branch.

She is still alive and well.

Clay decided to stay at the Troll tree instead of leaving.

The Burgens were eating Trolls since before Brozone started and that is the reason why Brozone's parents are missing. They got eaten a month after Branch was born.

If you have other questions about this AU feel free to ask!

Enjoy!

"See what happens when you don't follow my lead?" John Dory exclaimed as he entered their Grand Mother's pod, clearly furious about their first show being ruined.

Spruce, who was following the leader close, stopped and looked at John with an offended look. "Dude, that is exactly what happens when we follow your lead." He responded.

John turned to face Spruce. "Oh, so it's my fault? Is that what you're saying?" He asked, getting back to his own obsession to reach the perfect family harmony. "I know we can reach the perfect family harmony."

Spruce rolled his eyes and looked back at John. "What if we don't want to?"

"Yeah, dude." Clay added, as he made his presence known after entering the pod and hearing his two older brother arguing. "This used to be fun. Now it's all about being perfect." he added, looking at John with a sad expression, hoping John would see and realize his mistakes.

But instead, Spruce spoke up once more. "You know what? I'm done playing the heartthrob. My exquisitely chiseled rock-hard abs and I quit." He said as he ripped his puffed purple jacket.

Hearing this, Clay agreed and had enough as well. "I quit too, and you can keep these." He said as he ripped his funderdrawers and threw them at John's face. "I'm more than just the fun one. I'm in a sad book club, did you know that? A sad book club. I'm gonna find Trolls who take me seriously." he added, but before he could do anything else, John huffed.

"Fine. I don't need this. I'm out. I'm done. I'm sorry." The leader said as he turned away, grabbing his grappling hook and backpack. "I'm gonna go hike the Neverglade Trail by myself, bro-lone." He grunted as he pulled the trigger on his grappling hook out the window. "Yeah, that's right. Bro-bro going solo! Yolo! Goodbye forever." He added as he left out the window.

Spruce and Clay rolled their eyes. "Fine! I'm out of here." Clay said first, as they then heard John yell "Later, losers." from afar. "Same here" Spruce agreed, following Clay out the door. Leaving Floyd and Branch with their Grandma.

As Clay was walking away from their home, Spruce following close behind, he started to think about the situation. If John was gone, they could come back and live however they want! John won't be there to ruin everything anymore! John won't be there to stop them from doing the things they loved to do anymore! Best of all, John won't be there to always blame Clay for everything anymore either! And they could be with Branch instead of abandoning him! "Oh god, I was about to abandon Branch..." He though stopping dead in his track. Spruce passed by him, still angry about everything. Clay reached for Spruce's arm to make him stop and listen. "Spruce... maybe we should go back home." he said, his voice giving away the fact he was scared.

"What? Why would you do that?" Spruce said, somehow Clay's words were making him even angrier. "Do you really want to go back there? Things won't get better, it'll just be worst." He added, yanking his arm away from Clay's grip.

"N-no! John is gone, Spruce. He can't make things worst if he's gone! We can finally do the things we want to do!" Clay said, trying to convince Spruce, the brother he was closest to, to go back home with him.

Spruce slowly took a few steps back. "What I always wanted was to leave and live my life however I want, somewhere else." He said, turning away and leaving. He did not even look back when Clay tried to plead for him to turn back.

Clay was left alone at the base of the tree, wondering if he really should leave or stay. If he left, he could start his own sad book club, go to college, meet new people...

But on the other hand, if he stayed, Branch and Floyd wouldn't be alone... he could spend time with them and have the best time! But what was the point if his only best friend is gone..?

He thought for a long moment before making up his mind. He was going to stay! He turned back and went back to his Grandma's pod. As he entered, Floyd was gone and Rosiepuff had just gotten Branch to bed. "Where's Floyd?" Clay asked, as his Grandma make a sad face.

"He left too." She answered, going back to the table and finish her game by herself.

Clay sighed, went to his room to gather his things and left again. But this time, he found an empty pod close to his Grandma's pod to live on his own.

*****

As the years passed, Branch and Clay would spend a lot of time together and have the best time! Clay would help Branch become more vigilant and alert as to not get taken by Burgens, and Branch would tell his Grandma everything once he was back home. Branch loved having Clay around, but he missed the others a lot.

Clay was growing tall and his hair were slowly turning green, just like his skin was getting more green-ish blue. "He is starting to look like you, Rosalina!" Rosiepuff thought, as she remembered her daughter. She was tall, like Rosiepuff, had soft green-ish blue skin tone, magenta hair and blue eyes. She remembered how Rosalina would laugh at everything and was always full of joy. She was protective of her sons, sing them lullabies and be the best mom Rosiepuff knew she would become.

Grandma shook her head, now was not the time to cry. She needed to be strong for her two Grandsons.

One day, the King asked everyone to meet inside of the tree for a very important meeting with the entire tribe. There he explained, without the Burgens knowing, that they had dug up a tunnel that lead to their freedom and that he wanted everyone to be ready to leave early in the morning.

They were going to leave right before Trollstice would begin.

Without hesitations, all Trolls began building fake copies of themselves to trick the Burgens and they all packed their things.

The next morning, Trollstice began earlier than usual. Since the Burgen Prince never tasted a Trolls, the Burgens decided to celebrate early, which made the Trolls' escape difficult. Their escape was discovered and the Burgens started to dig and search for the Trolls...

In the tunnels, Branch had gotten separated from his Grandma through the chaos and was searching franctically for her or his brother. Rosiepuff had gotten out, but was forced to stay out when she tried to go back for her Grandsons. Branch panicked and was about to break down, but his arm got snatched by Clay who was running as fast as he could.

But the tunnel in front of them collapsed. Clay made a split second decision and threw Branch away in front right before the debris of the tunnel hit the ground. Branch was safe and made it out, but Clay was nowhere to be found...

Thinking they just had lost Clay, Branch turned grey as Rosiepuff tried to make him believe he might still be alive, but Branch had already lost hope...

****

Back in the tunnel, Clay groaned from pain as he got caught by the debris of the collapse. His legs were stuck under big rocks and he couldn't move. A few minutes passed by and he heard some noises. He opened his eyes and saw Princess Viva running to him with some other survivors.

They got him out and tried to find another way to escape, but they got cornered. That was then that Princess Viva, filled with sadness and regrets, fought back against the Burgens. Clay, with a broken leg, helped the rest of the survivors escape out of Burgen town through the streets.

Making sure they weren't spotted by other Burgens, Clay successfully brought everyone to safety, with Viva following soon after.

"Is everyone alright?" Viva asked, then looked at Clay after everyone else nodded. "What about you? What's your name? You look familiar!" She asked, looking at Clay up and down.

"I'm fine. My name is Clay." He responded.

"Nice to meet you! My name's Viva, but you probably already knew that! I saw how you helped everyone escape while I was fighting those meanies off." She said, thinking for a moment and then looked back at Clay. "Would you accept to help me lead them to a new home?" She asked.

"It would be my pleasure!" He responded, with a small smile.

She smiled back and they took off to find a new home. After a few hours, Viva found an old abandoned Golf course and decided to turn it into a new Troll utopia.

Once everyone was settled, Viva went to see her new friend. "Hey! How's your leg?" She asked as she sat down beside him on a bench.

"Still hurts, but it should be fine!" Clay answered. "How are you?" He asked, knowing what she had just lost the very same day. And since no one was around, she finally broke down.

She cried for hours, with Clay comforting her as best as he could. While she cried, he couldn't stop thinking about Branch. Was he safe? Did he make it out? Was Grandma gone? He had no answers to these questions, but deep down, he hoped they were okay.

Once Viva calmed down, she looked at him with a serious expression. "Will you lead these survivors with me?" She asked, looking away now with a sad expression. "I-I can't lead them on my own..."

"Of course! I'll help you out!" He replied with a smile.

Viva smiled back as she heard his response, she looked back at him again. "Pinky promise you won't leave me too?" She asked, lifting her closed fist up with only her pinky out.

Clay took her pinky in his, as he answered: "I pinky promise!"

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I was lazy yesterday so did nothing to share, but today here is a new scene for street dancer Eddie au(I remember about it I promise). (Check the tag for more from this au)

Mood board for this long part after they leave the bar

and I put snippet (with fuck for today) under cut

“Do you really want the first round in the car or do we stop and go to bed, baby?” Eddie asks and comes back to Buck’s chest while Buck revels in the way the hat slightly scrapes his skin over the place where Eddie ravishes his nipple. It makes Buck feel hotter and he definitely is not going to wait till they are at loft to feel Eddie inside him. He needs it now. His eager hole demands to be filled immediately.

“First round?” Buck starts with his question before answering Eddie’s.

“Yes, first one. I promised to ruin you tonight, remember?” Eddie changes the nipples when he’s happy with the way one is wet and red. “It means you will come at least twice tonight, baby. Maybe more. I’m in the mood to take my time with you today,” Buck moans on the implication that Eddie wants to take him apart tonight till Buck can’t even moan and beg anymore, usually it means come dry at the end of the night. “But if you want just one here I’m more than ok,” Eddie moves from tortured nipples to the neck he left with only two hickeys tonight. Well till now. Buck knows soon he’s going to have more.

“Two rounds starting here sounds good,” Buck scratches the back of Eddie's neck with one hand, stroking his perfect abs with the other. “And I’m open for more but let’s talk about it after the second one in the bed. I can’t tell you right now,” Eddie nods in his neck so the hat passes over the tender skin of the bite and Buck groans. The whole hat thing is clearly working for him. He is so turned on already and they are still in their pants. 

But it is always like that with Eddie. Since their first time Buck is so fast to lose it with the man, especially after Eddie learned how to play Buck’s body and mind so now Eddie needs to just snap his fingers and Buck is already a moaning, willing, needy mess that is ready for anything Eddie asks him to do. 

He knows he’s so easy for this man and Buck doesn’t care and actually he’s a proud someone who can do it with him. Because Buck knows it’s mutual. He needs to bat his eyelashes and Eddie is ready to do anything for him.

They share craziness of sex with each other and Buck is so happy to have such a good friend and partner who doesn’t make him feel like he’s too needy or not enough or has a big sex drive. He’s just Buck with Eddie and he knows Eddie is just Eddie with him. They are so easy together. So free and real.

Exactly what they wanted before they started their agreement.

Quick fingers unbutton his fly and I pull down his jeans until they stop at his knees.

“No boxers?”Eddie raises an eyebrow but Buck sees the fire in  his whiskey eyes and a predatory grin.

“I knew where and with who I went out and what going to happen,” Buck grins, feeling how Eddie squeezes his cheeks hard, pushing them apart and nimble fingers are already finding his hole and stroking it with dry fingers, to which Buck moans feeling like he's squeezing wanting to have something inside to not feel this emptiness.

“Shh, I got you,” Eddie reaches to the lube bag near his thigh, removing only one hand from Buck's ass, opening the bag with his teeth and quickly smearing it on his fingers.

[thatlovinfeelin]

Feather Light | Four | Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Prologue  One  Two  Three

When Maverick called to tell Rose about a change in the training plan, she didn’t expect that it meant going to the beach to play football. Yet, she still found herself on the beach behind The Hard Deck, surrounded by all of the pilots. Her shorts were already wet and caked with sand like the rest of her body.

“I’m coming for you, Tigger,” Fanboy joked as they reset for another round.

“Fat chance, I’ve got the need for speed,” She laughed, nudging Phoenix who was next to her, “Let’s show these boys how it’s done.”

Rose probably hadn’t laughed this hard in months, maybe even years. Between the water, sand, and the game going on, she didn’t have time to think about anything else. Like all of her worries melted away and she was free of the weight of them for once. She didn’t even feel this light when she was in the air.

She had to stop herself from staring at Bradley though, in the same jeans as the day before, but no shirt and his old aviators. He filled out since she saw him last, packing on even more muscle. There wasn’t a trace of the boy she grew up with, the one who played baseball and was excited when he had his first hint of abs. No, this man was something else entirely.

“Down, Tigger,” Phoenix joked, “Don’t jump him here.”

Rose rolled her eyes, “Shut up.”

“She still working out her thing for Rooster?” Payback asked from the other side of Phoenix.

“Oh yeah, and our little Tigger is wound tighter than a drum,” Phoenix replied, a playful smile on her face.

“Well, you picked a good one Tigger,” Payback reached over to smack her back.

“Will you two just shut up?” Rose groaned, “I need a drink. Count me out for this one.”

She made her way up the beach to where Penny was sitting. The other woman smiled and held out a cold beer for Rose, who took it and quickly chugged some before plopping down in the other chair.

She let out a deep breath, trying to get her head back in the right mindset. But it seemed like everywhere she looked, there was Bradley. Laughing, smiling, literally shining in the sun. She wished he was able to be like that more often, feel free.

“Still no luck?” Penny questioned.

“We stopped keeping score a long time ago,” Rose replied, knowing Penny wasn’t asking about football.

Penny rolled her eyes. She knew Rose well enough to know that when it came to Bradley Bradshaw, she built walls high enough that even an F-18 couldn’t fly over them. Rose wouldn’t let anyone in very easily, especially when it came to the man she loved and the pain she harbored because of him.

“Pete told me you went to see Iceman,” Penny mentioned.

“I needed some fatherly advice, he’s the only man I have left to ask,” Rose shrugged.

“You still have Pete.”

Rose shook her head, “No, I don’t. If Rooster forgives Maverick, then maybe. But Roost has to make the first move, not me.”

Penny could see the longing, it was written all over Rose’s face. She would sacrifice every part of herself for Bradley. She did it once, back in college, she would do it again now. If it just meant that she could have a few moments with him again, really with him.

“Stubborn as always, at least that hasn’t changed,” Penny joked.

“I’m told I got it from my dad.”

Bob ran a touchdown, causing Rooster to lift him onto his shoulders while everyone else started chanting his name. Cyclone told Maverick to build a team, and that’s what he was doing. Rose smiled as she watched all of the pilots banding together to cheer on Bob.

They were becoming her family again, after many years apart. Phoenix was like a sister to her while she was in Miramar the last time, getting to know the female aviator because of Bradley. She kept in touch with several of the group over the years, checking in on them as much as she could. They liked to give her updates on Bradley when they could. Not that Rose would ever ask them to provide the information.

Her love for Bradley was never a secret, in fact she was certain everyone knew. But the true extent of her love for the pilot was something else entirely. Phoenix probably knew, because Rose was sure they had enough drunken conversions about it. Maybe Fanboy and Payback suspected, just because of how she acted whenever Bradley’s name was brought up. But she never told them. They didn’t know what happened the night she left, only that the two of them were on cloud nine and half drunk when they left The Hard Deck together. That was the one thing that Rose would hold closely to her heart.

She remembered every little detail. Some days she wished she didn’t, others she wished she would never forget. It seemed to be a double edged sword, because she had everything she ever wanted for a few hours and then left it behind.

That night, she stayed up writing reports and going over new information provided to her by Cyclone. Long gone were her contacts and work clothes, now replaced by her old glasses and sweats. Her laptop was open on her lap, papers strewn all around her bed. Rose was more than frustrated, because no matter how she looked at the mission, she knew the odds weren’t in their favor. She trusted the aviators they brought in, knew they were the very best the Navy had to offer, but even still…she was worried.

She reached for her large glass of wine, needing something to relax her even just a little bit. The glass itself was probably twice as large as a wine glass should be, truth be told she couldn’t even remember where she got it, only that it could fit half of a bottle of her favorite red wine and that was good enough for her.

She sighed after taking several gulps of wine. She cracked her neck and rolled her shoulders before turning her attention back to her computer. It was long after midnight, and she should definitely be asleep, since she had to be back on base no later than 7am. But she knew sleep wasn’t something that would come easily.

Instead, she found herself getting up from her bed and walking over to her dresser. She had a pretty good collection of pictures covering the top of the piece. Mostly all from growing up, more than half of them included Bradley. From dorky kids with braces to college graduates, drinking on a beach here on North Island. Of course, she also had a lot of pictures of her parents. Lots of her dad in front of various planes with some of his buddies. She never wanted to forget what he looked like, how comfortable he seemed in uniform or in the cockpit.

A knock on her front door thundered through her quiet home. She glanced over at the clock, knowing it was far too late for anyone to be making a house call. Rose quickly grabbed an old sweatshirt, pulling it over her head to hide the fact that she was in an old ratty tanktop with no bra. Another knock on her door had her moving quickly, pulling her hair back away from her face.

“I’m coming,” She called out, voice horse from not using it in hours.

Her bare feet thudded against the old hardwood floors, fingers quickly working to undo the locks on the front door. She didn’t bother looking to see who it was before swinging it open, late night calls normally weren’t a good sign for anyone involved in the military. However, her breath seemed to vanish for a different reason.

“Rooster.”

He shifted on his feet, hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans. Rose couldn’t get her mind to focus, maybe from the wine she chugged just moments before, or maybe because of the fact that she should be asleep, not standing in front of the man she loved.

“What are you doing here? It’s the middle of the night, I was in bed-”

“No you weren’t,” He replied softly, “You have your glasses on. You always forget where you leave them at night, and you came to the door too fast.”

She shook her head, brain still not catching up, “Rooster, why the hell are you here? It’s three in the morning.”

“I wanted to see you,” He stated bluntly.

“Okay well we both have to be on base in four hours, so you could’ve waited,” She pointed out, leaning against the door frame.

“No, I needed to see you, Rose,” His voice was so soft as he looked at her, “Can I come in? Just for a few minutes?”

Rose tried to come up with a reason why he couldn’t. Why they shouldn't be alone in her house, but even still she found herself taking a few steps back to allow the man room to come in. He took a few small steps into her house, turning around so he could get a good look.

“It’s three in the morning,” She reminded him.

He let out a small laugh, walking towards an old beat up piano in the corner of your living room. His hands ran over the top of the instrument, a fond smile tugging on his lips, “You kept this? You can’t even play.”

She shrugged, still standing in the same spot, “Couldn’t get rid of it. Why are you here Rooster? Wanted to walk down memory lane all of the sudden?”

He sighed, turning to face her. She looked so different from how he remembered her, from how she looked in the old picture, yet she also looked the exact same. Rose was the same girl, but grown up, changed by time. But like this, undone with her old glasses on, he could’ve sworn they were back in college again.

“I didn’t realize how hard this is for you,” He admitted, leaning against the old piano, “You know this mission inside and out, you can give us the statistics and orders all day long, but you won’t be able to be there when we go.”

“I’m a civilian, of course I can’t go,” You mumbled, “Not to mention, I can actually fly all of the aircraft, therefore I’m a literal flight risk.”

He nodded slowly, “You wouldn’t leave any of us behind, I know.”

She couldn’t meet his eyes, instead her focus remained on the floor beneath her. Rose’s head spun, trying to figure out why he was suddenly in her house just feet away from her. Not saying much at all, but the silence seemed to be screaming at her.

“You tried not to leave me behind,” He slowly admitted, “You tried so hard, Rose.”

She bit the inside of her cheek, trying not to cry in front of him. Something about hearing him say, maybe not in so many words, that he knew she didn’t want to leave him, made her want to fall apart on the spot.

“It nearly killed me,” Her voice was barely above a whisper, “I ended up in the hospital because I got so violently sick after I landed in Fairfax.”

She heard the sound of the floors creaking as he made his way across the room. His arms were around her before she could even look up. She sighed, feeling his warmth around her, hearing the sound of his steady heart beat as he held her head to his chest.

“I didn’t stop to think about how much you gave up for me until you said something the other day,” He admitted, “I always needed you, but I never knew how to tell you, but you always seemed to know. You put everything on hold for me, including going to a school that had jackshit for you. I took you for granted, Rose. That’s one thing I promised my mom I would never do.”

She pulled back enough to look up at him. The playful look in his eyes was gone, replaced by pain and regret. They spent their entire lives together, yet at some point they had to learn how to live apart. Although, the separation was far from easy. She wished she could have done it all differently.

“I swore I felt my heart breaking the whole way,” She whispered.

“Wait, did you say you were in the hospital?”

Rose took a deep breath before nodding, “I couldn’t keep any food down, and I became extremely dehydrated. I passed out during my first week at the Pentagon. Which was more than embarrassing. I made up for it eventually though.”

“Rose-”

She hummed, fingers running along the rough scars on his face, “You have a few new ones.”

“Nothing bad,” He said softly, stroking her cheek in return, “I missed you.”

She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. Rose felt almost as if she could wake up at any point, like it would all be a dream. She wanted to hold him tightly and never let go. She didn’t know what made him come here tonight, or why he was suddenly being more than friendly.

“Bradley,” She hummed happily.

“God, I never thought I’d hear you say my name again,” He nearly groaned, “I thought it would just be Rooster and Bradshaw until you were gone again.”

“I figured I lost the right to call you Bradley,” She admitted sheepishly.

“I’d rather hear you use it than Maverick,” He joked, although Rose knew there was more truth to that statement than he was willing to admit.

The old clock on the wall of her living room dinged, announcing another hour passed. She sighed, pulling away from the pilot. He was so different up close. Not only was he older and wiser, but his body was harder. The years seemed to have carved him out of stone, but that little playful boy still lingered in his eyes.

“You should go, it’s late and you need sleep,” She whispered, folding her arms around herself.

“Is that really what you’re going with? I need to go so I can sleep?” He questioned, a teasing smile spreading across his face.

“The parameters of the mission have changed, the training is going to get harder and you need to be ready to fly in a couple of hours. As someone who’s partially in charge of this…yes I’m saying you need sleep.”

“Rose, you’re the one who looks like they’re going to pass out.”

“I’m fine,” She protested, “I’ve just been doing a lot of work tonight, making sure everything is on track and-”

“It’s killing you, isn’t it? Knowing you can’t go up with all of us?” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“This is one of the only times that I wish I would’ve gone in when you did,” She admitted, “Knowing every single aspect of this mission and not being able to do a damn thing to help, other than run numbers and ensure the planes are capable of flying under such circumstances….God it fucking sucks, Bradley.”

“Still the same Tigger,” He said fondly, “C’mon, you need to sleep.”

“No, at this point I might as well stay up. I have to be up in two hours anyway,” She protested, “Besides, you’re here…you’re actually here. I don’t want to-”

“I’ll stay,” He promised quickly, “If it means you at least taking a nap so you don’t fall asleep during training, I’ll stay.”

She felt something stir deep within her as he reached for her hand. There was something in the way that he was looking at her that made her heart soar. He was real, he was truly right in front of her, holding like he had for years. Bradley wasn’t a dream.

“Humor me? Please?” He seemed to beg, “You’ve been taking care of me since we all got back, let me try to take care of you.”

She let him pull her down the hall towards her open door. At least she straightened up all of the papers before she ran to answer the door. Aside from the pictures, her room was fairly plain. She knew she wouldn’t be here long enough to really settle in. Not to mention she still had boxes stacked in the corner from her parents’ house.

“Did you drink enough wine?” Bradley joked, holding up her massive glass.

“Shut up, you know I love red.”

He laughed, moving her computer and all of her files to the other bedside table. He eyed her carefully before kicking off his shoes and sitting on her bed. She stood in the middle of her room for a second, trying to decide what she was going to do.

“That’s my old VMI sweatshirt,” He pointed out, tucking his arms behind his head.

Her cheeks burned red, “Oh, shit, I’m sorry. I can give it back if you want. I didn’t even realize it was-”

“Just get in the bed,” He laughed, “Besides, I don’t think it would fit me anymore.”

She laughed, climbing under the covers, “Shit, you’re telling me. Didn’t have all of these muscles the last time I saw you.”

“Hey, you didn’t have all of these curves either,” He joked, poking her side, “Guess we both changed a lot.”

“Well, it’s been a couple of years,” She reminded him, “We grew up a little bit.”

“Go to sleep, I’ll wake you up in a couple of hours,” He said softly, pulling her to his chest.

“Just don’t leave me, Bradley. Please don’t leave.”

[lala-lolly]

Hello! I want to write stories or drabbles. Anything really but I struggle with staying on one 'topic' when I have so much freedom and ideas going through my head.

Feel free to request something that you would want me to write and I'll try my best to deliver and make it good.

I'm very multifaceted/have a wide range of interest that grows every month.

My main interests at the moment:

Kpop- Bangtan Boys (BTS), Stray kids, Tomorrow x Together, Enhypen, Black Pink, and more

Rapper- Icespice, Nicki Minaj, Megan Thee Stallion, Blueface, NLB Choppa, NBA YoungBoy, Kendrick Lamar, And more

Singers- Rihanna, Beyonce, Halsey, Taylor Swift, Katie Perry, Olivia Rodrigo, JVKE, Sabrina Carpenter, and more

Movies/series (kdrama as well)- Too many to mention LMAO

TV shows (kdrama as well)- Same here

If you just ask, I'll let you know if I can write for them. E.g; Q: "Do you write for/about John Wick?" A: Not yet because I haven't watched the movies (don't @ me plz)

Angst, Fluff, Comfort, etc

I'm iffy ab writing smut so that's on hold for a bit maybe suggestive will be the furthest I go. Also for texts ff I'll have to find a good spot that works on this old phone.

POC friendly (I myself am a WOC), I'll try to be as gender neutral as I can unless request to do gender specified. As stated before I am a WOC meaning I am also a (cis)female so it'll be a bit of a challenge to write for other genders but I'll give it a chance.

I'm sorry if this is all over the place, I'm writing this early in the moring. I drunk some coffee to finish up some work so I'm trying to use this energy for something else. If you have any questions lemme know (don't ask anything weird plz)

Also you can call me "Lala" "Lolly" "LaLo" "Lalolly" or whatever (might change my username anyway)

That's all signing out (not really)

-Lala Lolly ☁️🌆🍭

[sylverstorms]

Daniela x Maiden ---- Hunted Ch.7

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6

Life in castle Dimitrescu, you come to realize, truly is a matter of perspective. 

What is a prison to most is but a necessary evil for others and even a home, for a select few. A month ago the notion that a human could find comfort in this kingdom of monsters was incomprehensible to you. Rhiannon and Alexia, here of their own free will, stood completely outside your realm of understanding. 

Now… you’re starting to reconsider your black and white point of view. 

The daughters are highly dangerous mutants, yes, but they do possess appreciable qualities. Their word, for one, is law. 

In the days following your agreement with Daniela, you indeed are given anything you could ever ask for. In return, she only requests for you to keep her company in the evening –mostly just hold her and play with her hair while she reads– for an hour or two before dinner.  

It is a fair transaction. Yet, you cannot help but wonder… is that all this is?

Bubble baths and having whatever five-star meals you want prepared, at any time, are a major thing. Unrestricted access to the libraries and the back garden so you can exercise and get your much-needed dose of fresh air, also crucial. But beyond all that… what surprises you the most is that you slowly come to appreciate, just as much as the rest, the time you spend with her. 

This strange closeness, it’s… new.

Your entire life, you’ve been on the move. One village after another, never stopping at one place for more than two months, you never had friends, let alone anything more. You didn’t miss it, only because you never knew what it was like to have such a thing in the first place. But now…

You want to deny that you like it when she casually weaves her arm around your elbow as you walk together, when she leans into you, when she lays her head on your lap while reading and demands to be petted like an oversized cat. You don’t want to smile at the way she often will just sit there, pouting and complaining about her sisters, or the weather, or whatever task her mother assigned to her that she finds dreadfully boring. 

Tonight, she’s fully immersed in her book, only making the occasional comment about the plot. Well. Whatever ‘plot’ serves as an excuse for five chapters worth of porn later, you muse, glancing down at the sea of crimson sprawled across your thighs. 

“Ah, finally he tells her he’s wanted her since the beginning!” she exclaims at one point. 

You frown. “Didn’t he, like… sleep with two other girls on his journey to her?” 

Daniela pauses for a moment. “Yeah, but that was…” she gestures ‘whatever’ with her hand. “He drank and was missing her and they just reminded him of her.”

“How romantic.” you drawl through no small amount of sarcasm. 

“Shh, it’s getting to the best part.” Daniela says and you’re about ninety percent sure you do not want to know what said part entails. 

Instead, you choose to focus on the texture of her hair, slipping like silk between your calloused fingers, as well as the general warm serenity of the library. It is easy to forget your troubles in this utter calm, surrounded by books and her vanilla scent. Easy to not think, because if you do you’ll see this as what it is; a pretty illusion that just won’t last.

“Ugh, I love graphic descriptions of abs.” Daniela gives a dreamy sigh after a while. “Those that make you feel like you can actually touch them…”

Your eyes stray to the paragraph in question. Immediately, you regret it. You could certainly live your life happily without ever having read about how the protagonist’s girl is worshiping every deep line and shadowed contour of his ‘stone-hard’ abdominals. 

“Your bisexuality knows no bounds.” the comment –and the accompanying eye-roll– were supposed to sound solely in your head. Alas, you hold your breath the second you speak them out loud. 

Daniela laughs. She laughs and you try to not think about how cute she looks throwing her head further back and exposing her neck like this. 

“Hey, I simply appreciate a fit physique.” It’s the alternate way of saying ‘I drool over any and all muscle.’ “Both in books and here in the castle.”

“Do your sisters know how much you appreciate the physique of their girlfriends?” The words hold no bite to them, just harmless teasing. 

Daniela closes the book and looks up at you with a faux scandalized expression. “Me?” she gasps. When it’s clear you’re not buying it, the angel-face grows a devilish smile and imaginary horns. “Let’s just say the girlfriends know I strongly approve of my sisters’ tastes.” 

“Mhm.” you nod. 

“Naw, don’t be like that, Knight.” she turns and nuzzles into your stomach, then lifts your shirt a bit and presses a lingering kiss to its center. “I like you more.” You feel her lips move against you, cool, soft and moist as she speaks and it makes you hot on the spot. 

Then, she decides to shatter whatever is left of your innocence with a tiny, experimental drag of her tongue up your ab crack. Your breath catches in your throat. 

Slowly, she smiles to herself as she settles back into her earlier position. “Huh. The book is right, after all. This is pretty fun.”

For the remaining half an hour until she has to get up for dinner, you suffer.    

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–

You expect Daniela to jump into you from around the corners of corridors in the evening, but you are not quite as prepared in the morning. 

So, when it happens, you reflexively bend at the waist and almost flip her over your back. Until the familiar smell of her perfume registers in your brain and allows your shoulders to loosen under the circle of her black-clad arms. You inhale through your nose. Breathe out slowly.

“Seren, Seren, look!” She seems oblivious to the heart attack she damn near caused, pointing to the window like a kid on a sugar rush. “The sun is strong today and the temperature should rise above ten degrees. It’s the perfect time to take me out on a date like you’ve always wanted~”

Your lips flatten to a line that you bite your cheek not to break into a smile. “Like I’ve always wanted.” you repeat dully.

“Isn’t it great to finally get what you’ve been waiting for?” she zooms right in front of you, grinning. “Come on, go dress up.” Her hand motions for you to hurry almost too fast for the human eye to catch. “Go, go.”

This is the whole point of your arrangement, that you both get what you want the moment you want it, therefore it’s not like you can just tell her no. The problem is, seeing her literally buzzing with eagerness to step outside, you don’t think you would deny her anything regardless. 

A warmer blouse replaces your white shirt, an ash-gray coat on top of it. You hastily pull a scarf around your neck as you descend the staircase to the main lobby, where Daniela waits by the fireplace, rolling her key around her gloved fingers. She’s dressed exactly as she was the moment you first met in the woods, which makes you pause for a moment, muse on how long ago that day seems now.

Yet it can’t have been that long… can it? For a tense moment, a sense of alarm overthrows your excitement to be outdoors.

Until she grabs your hand and pulls you towards the main gates. The carved iron is made to look much lighter than it is as she pushes it open with one finger. The chilly air that greets your cheeks with a biting kiss does wonders to cleanse your mind of worries.

The two of you walk into the forest. Daniela no doubt knows every nook and cranny like the back of her hand; the certainty of her steps inspires confidence you won’t get lost in all the thick trees and melting snow. 

“It feels so good to finally get out of the castle.” she hums, stretching her arms over her head, bathed in the sun’s golden rays. 

Judging by the skip in her step, she would be running or flying around, if not for you. Which makes you wonder why she wants you along in the first place. If anything, you only appear to be holding her back. A question you do not voice, when instead you speak up to ask:

“The sun doesn’t bother you?”

“I’m not literally a vampire, you know.” Daniela shrugs. No, she just feeds on blood, sleeps during the day and has superpowers. Your expression must betray your thoughts because she instantly adds “Well. It’s debatable. Although my sisters and I aren’t too fond of the light, the sun is also quite warm, so not all bad. Not like it hurts us in any way.”

“Not like the cold.” you state. It isn’t a question. 

She stops in her tracks. Gives you an uncharacteristically firm look underneath the shadows of her hood, one that is both cautious and a warning. “No… not like the cold.” 

You won’t lie; you’re surprised she doesn’t deny it. “Why aren’t you fond of the light, then?” you wonder aloud. “Instincts?” 

“That, too. But mostly it makes us drowsy. And our eyesight is keener in the dark. Here, it’s like a filter has been pulled in front of me that doesn’t let me see as far.” Daniela explains. 

For the next ten minutes, you continue your trudge in comfortable silence. Soon, your destination comes into view; a small waterfall surrounded by rocks and lush vegetation you never even knew existed. A grin spreads across your lips, admiring nature’s beauty at its finest. The village still hides many surprises. 

“Knew you’d appreciate this little place.” she comments lightly. For someone you’re supposed to be taking out on a date, it sure feels like the other way around.

Almost without thinking, you kneel by the running water, letting your fingertips dip into its crystalline surface. The frost bites real hard, but it must be a dream to take a bath here during the summer. 

I won’t be here come summer. Your chin lowers. If you are, then ‘here’ won’t be nearly as pretty and peaceful. You can’t stay long. Looking up at Daniela, her subtly heterochrome orbs fixed on an orange butterfly that has landed on her hand, you wonder if you can tell her why. 

“Life sure is weird.” she whispers. “Can you imagine this beauty comes from something as ugly as a caterpillar?” The butterfly flies away, but Daniela’s irises remain fixed on the spot it used to occupy. “Both are insects. And yet… nobody wants the caterpillar.”

You don’t understand what she’s really referring to –as is often the case with her– although you get the sense her sentence is deeper than a mere observation. Is she saying that beauty defines everything? 

Or… is she telling you more than that?

Daniela rubs her gloves together and walks over to you, takes a seat on a nearby rock and leaves enough room for you to join. It is only after you do that you realize she didn’t ask; you simply went to her on your own. What that says, you aren’t sure you want to know. Is it possible to be scared of something and willingly approach it at the same time?  

“So… are these mini falls special to you? Do you come here to read under the sun when it’s hot enough?” you inquire.

“No. I don’t come often anymore.” Daniela replies. “I used to find sanctuary in this place a long time ago, though. The steady sound of the water helped me focus my thoughts. For a little while, anyway.”

“Sanctuary?” you frown. From what?

“The first years, the hunger was… maddening. Inescapable frenzy. I couldn’t even think.” Her fingers curl into claws at the recollection. “It was a nightmare. Crazy.” It may be your imagination that her voice wavers. Still, to think a monster would sound so desperate to escape herself… “I have no idea how Bela got it under control as fast as she did.”

You swallow, then ask: “And Cassandra?” 

Daniela’s dark-glossed lips press together. “Cassandra’s therapy was clearing this side of the forest of most mammals.” 

“From what I gather, this spot isn’t one of happy memories. How come you brought me?” you wonder.

Daniela gives you a borderline guilty look. “Actually… it was Rhiannon’s idea. Said if I came here with you I’d like it a lot better than being on my own. That I could gradually associate it with something nice.” A shrug. “Plus it beats my sisters’ advice for a first date.” 

“And that is?” you’re feeling bold enough to ask.

“Between Bela’s extremely specific ‘just don’t be weird’ and Cassandra’s ‘shove her into the nearest empty room, go wild and call it success’... I figured this was better.” Daniela impersonates the other two perfectly and you can’t help but chuckle. 

What an oddly normal, bizarre family. you muse, perhaps with not as much venom as you would have, weeks ago. And then, another thought strikes you. Before you have time to consider whether you should voice it or not, you find yourself looking into her strangely pretty eyes, speaking. 

“You called the early days a nightmare. …what about before them?” Before the bloodthirst. Before whatever virus turned her into what she is. If she recalls that life as you believe she does, then she must surely miss parts of it. 

Unless the butterfly does not remember ever being a caterpillar.

But her expression tells you otherwise.  

“Just more… scorched earth.” her voice is distant as she says it. Far away, to whatever messed up reality she made up dreamworlds to escape from. 

That settles it, then. Turns out she and you have the most important thing of all in common. She knows what it’s like to live in a bad dream that keeps getting darker. She knows that it’s like to be you.  

Maybe you’re the one who doesn't understand what it is to be her. 

[thirstyallmightfan]

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[amysubmits]

Hi Amy! I just found your blog and really wanted to talk to you if you've got time but I got nervous so here's an anon. So I'm in my very early twenties and in the last few years have been really interested and taken by the idea of d/s dynamics. I don't have a boyfriend and am not really comfortable signing up to any sites so that's not really the issue. But as I'm going on dates and stuff I do find myself looking for that character that would resemble a dominant guy. I didn't realize it but I am attracted to that energy. What I'm concerned about though is the reason...for that attraction. So I'm in drama school but we can't really afford it so I have 2 part time jobs rn. One is this modeling agency that sometimes gets me by. It doest do much in my country but once a month a few hundred if im lucky, do come in handy. The issue is that the people I'm around and the environment is very toxic. Not just in a photoshoot but mainly. I've had to shut my mouth and smile and "submit" to guys just to remain part of the project. I don't feel comfortable doing more provocative stuff so that's been an issue and my manager keeps pressuring me about it at every opportunity. The relationship w him is weird he's a nice guy in general but sometimes he's too pushy. I also had a bf in the past (the only one) we were together briefly but he ordered me around a lot, and we never talked ab any of this but he was very strict with what I wore ect. What I'm trying to say is, I've had very traumatic experiences w all these people and am really worried whether the dynamic between us pushed me to want it? Like if my desires are somehow influenced by my trauma? Have you had similar concerns? How did you realize this is what you wanted and that it is not a response to something? I hope you're comfortable answering, but if not thank you for what you're doing your page has been really informative and I've learnt a lot xxxxx

Hi there!

I would be happy for you to message me if you decide you feel comfortable at any point, but anons are okay too! It's a big part of why I leave them on, for people who feel comfortable sending asks but not asking questions or whatever on DM. :)

This worry you're sharing about wondering if your desire to be a sub or be submissive comes from your trauma is something that I think a ton of subs have considered or worried about at some point. You'll definitely get a different answer to these questions if you ask other people. In my view, this is one of those areas where the 'right' answer can vary from person to person. So, this is just my take of course.

I am trying to avoid writing an extremely long post, so if you want or need me to elaborate feel free to follow up. But in a nutshell...I think most people have "little t trauma" from childhood that caused them to adapt to try to find connection and feel safe (physically or emotionally) and loved from a SUPER young age, to the point where it's challenging to know what it even would mean for a lot of us to say X is me, but Y is my trauma. Like 50% of the population has an insecure attachment style, and that primarily develops in the first year of our lives. So then we're still babies but we're already trying to change our own behavior to feel connected to our mother or our primary care giver. When that's the case...I think it's really, really tough to know who or what you would have been without the trauma as it's baked into your personality and coping methods SO early that we can't remember anything else. And so...I guess my goal has been to try to do a combination of accepting myself while also looking as honestly as I can at who/how I am now and look to change anything that I want to change or think needs improved. And with that in mind...I couldn't begin to tell you if I'd be a sub sexually or personality wise if I didn't have trauma. I just think that's an impossible question to try to figure out. Instead, I try to look at whether what I crave is healthy. If what I want to do is healthy for me, then it's okay if it IS based in trauma. I mean, plenty of things can be caused by trauma but still be really good things. For example, I feel pretty confident that the reason I seek healthy, safe feeling communication with my partner is because I grew up with lots of yelling and conflict and meanness. But I think that desire to have healthy, loving, safe communication is a good thing so I don't feel the need to reject that desire I have, as it's good, regardless of the cause being 'negative' or sad. I've come to the conclusion that D/s and BDSM can be healthy things for me. That isn't to say that I think I could do anything I wanted and call it D/s or BDSM and have it be healthy. But I think that a lot of what I desire sexually and within my relationship is healthy, and I embrace those things. And when I find myself craving something that is less healthy, I try to avoid embracing those ideas, or avoid acting out those fantasies, or resist those behaviors. For me, one thing I have to fight against is the instinct to be extremely passive. Passive feels safe to me because of my trauma, and I can sometimes incorrectly convince myself that I am being a good sub by being passive. That isn't always true, so I have to really keep an eye on any passivity and make sure that I am truly submitting from a place of desire and choice, and not from a place of it 'feeling good' because my brain is telling me that inactivity to appease others is safe and familiar. We try to regularly re-look at the things we do and ask ourselves again if all the details of how we're managing our D/s and BDSM are healthy for both of us. We try to ask if we're reinforcing healthy ideas or unhealthy ideas. Sometimes it changes over time and we have to adjust.

With you being new and young, I'd also suggest that you try to be extremely careful with what you learn about D/s and BDSM, and triple check that it's healthy. Some people will claim that literally anything done in the name of kink is healthy as long as it's consensual. I think that is a really wild viewpoint, personally. I think consent is really the absolute bare minimum, but a lot of people will consent to things that are harmful to them emotionally, and I think that is unhealthy. Of course, what is unhealthy is extremely opinion based, and I think it also can vary a lot from person to person...something could be unhealthy for me to consent to but perfectly healthy for you to consent to if we have different life experiences, different traumas, etc. At a really basic level I'd suggest looking really closely at whether D/s and BDSM make you feel good in terms of things like...confident, loved, empowered, authentic, loved, safe, secure, etc - or if it feels outright bad, or 'good' but only in the sense that feeling bad feels somewhat good to you (this is true for some with trauma), or if it makes you feel small, inferior, used, scared, insecure, etc. And then also if/when you get into a D/s relationship look at whether the things you try seem to be inspiring positive changes and growth, or negative patterns. Maybe at first you happily agree to let your dom decide whether or when to cut your hair, but over time you realize that you feel less 'yourself' when you can't control your own hairstyle fully. If that becomes the case, then in my opinion, it would be healthier to go back to deciding your own hair.

Sorry this is so long. I hope it's helpful in some way. Good luck to you, please continue to look out for yourself! It can be a scary world out there for young subs. It sounds like you're doing a good job of trying to look out for yourself though...even in wanting to figure out what your answer to the questions you sent in this ask are. So, good work. :)