#and have a silent lil scream to myself in the dark of my bedroom.

[hum--hallelujah]

where's those old mcr studio photos apparently taken by Mikey where the one of Gerard looks almost-accidentally freaking angelic but somehow perfectly embodies how someone sees their older sibling

[sassy-ahsoka-tano]

Hi I love your writing ! If your still accepting requests, I would love to see an imagine where the reader gets her period while Elvis is preforming a show and she misses it trying to take care of her situation. Its kind of angsty because he thinks she just skipped but it ends with fluff and him taking care of her ! sorry I know that was super specific, doesn't have to be the same just something similar. Thanks :)

That Time Again

tw: Mentions of blood/period pain + a lil bit of angst

word count: 1094 || rating: Pg

A/N: i would kick myself if this happened to me fr 😭 but i would also give anything to have elvis/aus take care of me. this is not my best work so i am deeply sorry for that 😭

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No, no, no. Not now, please not now.

You squirm as you silently argue with your body. You know that feeling. You could never mistake it after all these years. It's that uncomfortable sensation, as if you're peeing but can do nothing to stop the liquid from coming out. The feeling of blood dripping out of your vagina.

You squeeze your legs together, willing everything in your body to fight against your biological cycle. But as the sensation ripples through you again, you sigh deeply.

"I'll be right back. I'm afraid I'm having some lady issues," you whisper, leaning over to Gladys.

"Of course, hunny. You jus let me know if ya need anythin," she whispers back, offering you a smile.

You quietly stand, trying to draw the least amount of attention to yourself as possible. You glance up at Elvis onstage in a beautiful pink tweed jacket with black pants. A smile spreads across your face as you watch his body wiggle back and forth, eliciting screams and even some moans from the women in the audience.

You slink out of the audience and run toward the nearest women's restroom, ducking inside and immediately into a stall. You bend at the waist, pressing a hand to your stomach as you try to soothe the sharp stinging pain there You gasp out a few breaths and then pull your panties down to see a small circle of deep red blood, luckily not too dark or saturated that it can't be hidden. But it will definitely leave a stain on the fabric of the panties. You grab some toilet paper, dabbing yourself clean, and then fashion a makeshift pad to keep you covered until you can get ahold of a real one.

You take a few more deep breaths and try to straighten yourself up but the painful pinching waves that ricochet through your body make you double over again. You hear the door open and then Mrs. Presley's voice.

"Y/N, honey, are ya in here?"

"Right here, Mrs. Presley," you choke out, unlocking the door and walking out to see her. Your face must be reflecting the pain you're in because she offers you her arm and shakes her head.

"Let's get you home, dear," she says, dragging you toward the door.

"Oh Mrs. Presley, no, I have to-ughh."

"No, I know that look. Home. Now. I'll drive ya myself," she says in a tone so firmly that you know the conversation is over.

So, you climb into the car with Gladys and allow her to drive you back home to Graceland, where she helps you up the stairs and tucks you into Elvis' bed. She smooths some hair from your forehead and brings you a glass of water.

"Now, Imma be downstairs if you need anythin. From one woman to another, get some rest. I understand how painful this time of the month can be."

She offers a comforting smile, and you return it, settling into the warm sheets. She takes a few steps toward the door, but you stop her.

"Mrs. Presley," she turns. "Thank you. And would you send Elvis up when he gets back?"

"Of course, darlin."

And with that, she shuts the door. You snuggle deeper into the soft sheets and the next thing you know you're waking up to the sound of the bedroom door slamming against the wall. You jerk up and blink the sleep from your eyes to see Elvis standing by the dresser, shrugging off his outfit with his back toward you. You're already lifting the covers and getting out of bed, feeling so much better after your deep nap.

"Elvis, honey! You were amazing!" you say, and he turns at the sound of your voice.

You throw your arms around his shoulders and squeeze him tightly. He gives you a pat on the back but nothing more.

"Elvis, baby, is something wrong?"

He says nothing at first, just clenches his jaw. You gaze up into his eyes, trying to parse out his emotions.

"Where were ya, Y/N?!" Elvis suddenly shouts, and you recoil, shocked by his change in tone. "I needed ya there. This was a really, really important performance for me. The whole of America was watchin. Everybody but you, Y/N! All I wanted was to look out into the crowd after the performance and see ya sittin there with that beautiful smile on ya face, but you weren't there!"

"I...I-I'm sorry, Elvis, I-I was there! I swear I was, but then I-" you suck in a painful, shaky breath as you try not to cry. "I had to go t-to the bathroom because I s-s-started my p-period, and y-your mom insisted that she could t-take me ho-home. I-"

You feel your face immediately screw up and tears start to stream down your cheeks, one chasing directly after the other. You squeeze the words out through shaky breaths even though they're barely coherent. The tears are hard at work, forming two wet rivers down your cheeks. You try to wipe them with your fingers but only spread the wet moisture across the rest of your face. You drop your head into your hands.

"Oh baby...oh, sweet girl, I'm so sorry," he says and, in a flash, you feel his hands on your shoulders, gently walking you back to sit on the bed. "I didn't know...I didn't realize that...well, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make ya feel like this, baby. I'm sorry."

You sniffle, removing your hands to look at him.

"I'm sorry, too. I don't know why I'm crying. I guess it's just..." you gesture toward your crotch.

His fingers slip under your chin and lift your eyes to meet his gaze. His thumb strokes your cheek. His expression is completely different now, softened, full of love and affection. These are the eyes of the Elvis you love, the eyes that tell you he loves you back.

"Baby girl, you can cry all you'd like cause Imma be right here to take care of ya," he says quietly and his hands slide underneath your body, carrying you bridal style toward the top of the bed.

You pull the covers back and he lays you down so incredibly gently onto the mattress. He pulls the comforter and blanket up to your chin, sitting beside you and stroking your hair. He leans forward and presses a soft, warm kiss to your forehead.

"I love you, honey," he says with a smile that you return. "You're my bestest girl, forever and always."

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🦋 mila

[golden-barnes]

Baby Boy

Summary: After a long mission, Bucky just wants some reassurance and you are the only one who can give it to him. 

Parings: Bucky Barnes x F! Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warning: Smut. Soft smut really, sorta sub! Bucky, sorta praise kink, blowjob, handjob, cursing, and some petting i guess idk. MINORS DNI 18+

A/N: I kinda got inspired by Baby boy by Kevin Abstract. I haven’t written smut in a while, this is just me shaking off some rust. Not proof read 

Steve called you beforehand. To warn you of the upcoming brooding soldier that was gonna be entering your apartment. The mission didn’t go as planned. More like Bucky made a decision on the fly. It may have caused the mission to be a success but it also deviated from the original plan made by Fury. And Fury sorta chewed him out when they got here. 

According to Steve, it got really bad. Screaming was involved and Fury basically called him out. Bucky defended his decision and he was right in doing so. In fact, Steve said that Fury was overreacting. But Bucky was furious and left the room in a hurry. Time to activate the “Baby Boy” protocol.

Bucky didn’t mean to slam the door of your apartment as hard as he did. He wasn’t really thinking about it, even though he knew you weren’t going to be pleased with the broken picture framed that fell when he threw the door. He just wanted to get rid of the horribleness of the mission and the goddamn fucking scream feast Fury and he had.

The first thing he noticed when he walked into the living room was the aroma of vanilla lingering in the air. The second thing, he noticed was that you weren’t there to greet him as you always did.

“Doll! Y/N!” He called out taking off his jacket, walking towards your bedroom. Once he reached the room, he heard soft music and giggles coming from the master bathroom. He pushed the door open.

You were on the edge of the bathtub wearing one of Bucky’s henleys and just a simple pair of panties, touching the water to test the temperature while Alpine was interested in seeing why you were paying so much attention to the water and not to him. 

The sent of vanilla invaded his senses again. Bucky leaned on the door, already feeling a little bit more relaxed, looking at his little family. 

You looked up from the little attention-seeking kitten to see your attention-starved boyfriend. You turned off the faucet and walked towards the supper soldier.

“Hey Bubs. I didn’t hear you walk in.” You said wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I called you but I see you were busy with the Lil’ troublemaker and a bathtub? Who’s that for?” Bucky grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to his body. Ah, touch starved too. You smiled at him and gave him a small but sweet kiss on the lips.

“How about you get out of these dirty clothes and get in the tub?” You told him. He felt his heart flutter. You were too good for him, always taking care of him. Made him feel safe and loved. It was just exactly what he needed. You unwrapped yourself from him and took his hands off your waist. 

“C’mon get to it before the water gets cold.” You swatted his ass and he let out a chuckle. You winked at him while closing the door to give him some privacy.

Bucky hadn’t felt this relaxed in a while. It was as if the warm water from the bath, washed almost all his worries. There were still some though. Did he do the right thing? Is Fury right? All of a sudden, Bucky was second-guessing himself. So much so that he didn’t notice you standing on the side of the bed. Wearing a little black number that you knew he liked and drove him crazy. 

You stayed silent while admiring your boyfriend. His hair was still wet and he was wearing the sweatpants you left for him in the bathroom and they were hanging dangerously low. But you knew better. The lost look in his eyes told you all you needed to know. 

You walked towards him, finally snapping him out of the little self-doubt bubble he was in. His breath hitched when he saw you, in all your goddess glory. You looked straight into his deep blue eyes.

“Can I kiss you, dear?” You asked him in a soft tone. Bucky gave you a nod, not trusting his ability to speak. You let out a soft giggle, that almost stole Bucky’s breath away.

“Words baby.” You whispered to him, to which he replied with a soft yes. You didn’t waste any time pulling him into a passionate kiss. 

Your hands moved to cradle his head while his hands went automatically to your waist, dragging you closer. Holding you as if he was afraid of you disappearing. Or leaving. Leaving him, especially. You sensed the sudden change in him. He started to kiss you more desperately. Leaving you breathless. But he was relentless. His hands started to wonder to the back of your bra. But before he could unhook your bra, you broke the kiss and took his hands off your back. 

Before he could complain, you pushed him on to the bed. The room was dark, but you could his eyes darken in lust. His kissed bruised lips were partended and you could notice his harbored breathing. He looked breathtaking, on his back with his forearms holding him up, all needy and desperate. 

You reached out and unhooked your bra, looking directly at him. He let out a soft groan of desperation. To touch you. To feel your skin on his. For you to do any goddamn thing. You smirked at your boyfriend.

You went in to straddle him. Caging his lower body between your thighs. You leaned in, he could feel your warm breath on his lips. 

“I love you.” You whispered before fully leaning in and kissing him. Your hips started to roll against the harden bulge of his pants. He let another groan against your lips. He went to grab your waist to push you harder against him but you took his hands off.

“Hmm not this time baby boy. Today is all about you.” You said once you broke the kiss. You didn’t even give him time to calm down before you connected your lips to his neck. Your hands running across his chest while you were making small hickies around his neck. He moaned at your actions, aching to be able to touch you. 

You stopped your administrations to look at him. He looked like he was going to exploded if you didn’t let him touch you.

“You are so good to me, Buck.So good.” You whispered against his body. You went down to his clavicle, further. Whispering praisings for every kiss you left, slowly making your way down. He let out a small whined when you liked his abdomen. 

“God, you are beautiful.” You exclaimed. He could feel like he was going to die if you didn’t touch him where he wanted to. His cock trobbing trapped inside the confines of his sweatpants. You knew the wild look in his eyes and chuckled. Before you could pulled down his sweatpants, you gave him a nip on his hip bone.

“Little minx,” he chuckled at you. You gave him a wink while giving him a few more kisses in that area, worshiping his body. He was gonna sit up but you pushed his shoulders back on to the bed. 

“I said it was about you today babe.” You pulled his pants down, and his dick springed, touching his belly. 

“I’ll never get tired of this. Biggest dick I’ve ever seen. Prettiest too. I didn’t even think that was possible before I meet you.” You said, letting out a groan. One of your fingers tracing the protruding vein that went up to the pink tip. Bucky was gripping the sheets, you were almost afraid that he would rip them but you had a more present matter, loving every single part of your beautiful supersoldier boyfriend’s body. 

You grabbed his dick and started strocking him at a soft pace. Bucky bit his lip, keeping him from making any sounds.

“C’mon babyboy. I want to hear your sweet sounds.” He let himself go and let out a breathy moan.You smiled at how eager he is to please. “There we go. Fuck, I can feel myself getting wet just by your sounds.” He let out another moan and you started speeding up your hand. Smirked before you brought your mouth over his cock.

“Oh fuck.” He moaned, while his head loaled to the side.

You licked the base of his dick, which caused him to throw his head back, up till the tip. Bucky could die right there and then. Your hot and wet mouth felt so good. His eyes rolled to the bacak of his skull. He swore he felt stars.

You didn’t even stop him when he started to thrust up. His groans and moans kept you going. And the fact that you told him to be vocal, made him especially louder.

“Oh god!” He shouted, you ran your hands over his tummy. Caressing him, still worshipping his body.

You started to suck the tip of his dick and give his balls a good squeeze and that drove him. You felt his balls tighten in your hand. You knew he was close, you could both feel it and hear it from his whimpering. 

“Let go baby. C’mon I got you. You do it so good, I want to see you fall apart.” You said softly, still stroking him, increasing the pace.

“Oh- fu-fuck doll. Fuck, don’t stop please.” He whined, still gripping the sheets like a good boy.

“Fuck Buck, you look so good like this. Give it to me baby boy. C’mon” Your words egged him on. He let out a wanton moan. Before you knew it, he had came. His cum was on your face, hands and some on his belly. You looked at his fucked face, his eyes closed and his mouth parted. His cheeks were red. He opened his eyes and gave you a dazed smile.

“God, do you know how to make a guy feel special doll?” He said, while you grabbed a towel to clean yourself and him. 

“Nothing less for my baby.” 

“I love you Y/N.” “I love you too Bucky”

[333dolans]

Light Within The Darkness // G.D

Hey loves! This is my first attempt at writing anything for either of the twins so any constructive criticism is welcomed and very much appreciated. I love you!🤍

Summary: After a heated fight with Grayson leads to a cold night alone, an unEXpected and unwelcomed visitor arrives.

Warnings: Mentions of Abuse and Anxiety. ANGSTY with a lil fluff at the end.

“Are you actually taking the piss Y/N?!” Grayson growled, slamming the door to your small, but cozy apartment. You two had been leaving a small cafè in downtown LA when you had ran into an ‘old school friend’, or atleast that’s what you had told Grayson. He didn’t buy it at all of course, he had a talent of always seeing straight through you anytime you lied. He could read you like a book, he had your body language memorised like his favourite tame song and he knew this wasn’t simply an acquaintance from your early teenage years. When he tried to ask simple questions about him, you became very tense and he could see you had began grinding your jaw at the very mention of his existence and the encounter you had just had. you’d began cracking your fingers, a tell tale sign that you were rapidly becoming more and more on edge. He didn’t want to cause an argument from his tendency to always want to know what is going on, his need for control, so he let it slide. Well that was until you crossed paths with mystery man once again. “Two years with no interaction and we see each other twice within a half a hour period? It’s a sign from the universe Y/N, we should get back together haha!” The man joked. You smiled awkwardly, feeling the heat rising within Grayson. You couldn’t tell if it was due to the mans comment, or the fact that you had lied about this man being your most recent ex. It was probably a mixture, you thought to yourself. Grayson turned on his heel and was started off towards the Porsche just a few metres away. You rushed a quick farewell and dashed after your boyfriend.

“Gray can you just let me-” “Y/N. Don’t.” He interrupted. You didn’t dare speak another word until you made it back to your apartment. The car ride was a silent one, something you wasn’t used to in your entire relationship with Grayson. You two were always jamming out to a throwback playlist and singing your hearts out. When you arrived, He made his way across to where you were standing in the living room. “Gray, I’m sorry ok? I didn’t want to make things awkward for you. He’s my ex- boyfriend, it was uncomfortable and I just wanted to diffuse the situation as soon as I possibly could.” You tried to reason. “Don’t you think I was just as uncomfortable probably even more so when I found out he was your ex?! You should of just told me but instead you lied to me.” He argued back. “How could it possibly have been worse for you G? I have so much history with him and things didn’t end well between us. Why are you making this about you? You’re not even considering how I felt, it’s always about you isn’t it?” You whispered the last part, defeatedly. “If it’s ‘always about me’ then maybe I should leave, Wouldn’t want you to be stuck with someone so selfish!” He screamed. You could feel the tears building behind your eyes, he knew as well as everyone else in your life that if there was one thing you couldn’t take, it was someone shouting at you. It always sent your anxiety sky rocketing and left you spiralling. “Leave Gray. Now please.” You whispered, holding back the desperate urge to breakdown in front of him. “With pleasure, Bitch.” He spat before leaving your apartment the same way he entered. Those words, although simple ones, held so much more meaning to you when they fell from his lips, lingering in the air and consuming your mind. The tears instantly began to stream, letting out a choked sob. “If only you knew.” You thought out loud.

You were jolted awake by an increasingly louder banging on your door. You glance over at your clock, 2:39AM. Grayson. He had came to apologise for acting like such a dick. You slipped out of bed and wrapped your blanket around you tightly. The relentless torture your front door was under not once letting up. You peaked through the peep hole, you weren’t a complete idiot, you had to be sure it was Gray. But who else would turn up at your door at this time right? Crack. You felt your heart shatter and swore you could hear the broken pieces hit the hard floor of your hallway. There, stood your ex boyfriend, Riley. You could of sworn you were frozen to that very spot, but your brain took control and carried you off towards the bedroom, rapidly grabbing for your phone and gripping it tightly to your chest. You creeped back towards the door cautiously, not wanting to make too much noise. “Riley you need to leave. Now please.” You spoke politely, which was beyond what he deserved. “Y/N! Open the door please. I need you. I’m a mess without you. Seeing you today reminded me off that!” He pleaded. “You’ve survived 2 years, keep going. I have a boyfriend Riley. Please leave.” You responded, heart non stop pounding against your chest, taking your breath away with every thump. “Y/N! YOU STUPID BITCH! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!” He growled through the door, repeatedly kicking at it now. “JUST LEAVE RILEY!!!!” You retreated into your bedroom, then into the bathroom and locked both doors. You violently sobbed into the blanket that had been wrapped around your body as you reached for your phone.

To Babe💘: Gray, please.

Read at 2:45am

3 missed calls from Babe💘

To Babe💘: Hello?

Read at 2:52am

You sobbed even more, realising that he was ignoring you at a time when you needed him the most. You don’t remember when, but you must have eventually passed out on the cold bathroom tiles. You didn’t have the energy to get up, so you sat up against the side of your bath. You reached for your phone, only to see not one single sign of contact from Grayson. You felt the all too familiar feeling rising in your chest and taking control of your breathing. Another panic attack. You hadn’t had one in months due to the calmness Grayson provided, he was your light within the darkness, but he wasn’t here to save you this time. You texted him once more before you fully broke down.

To Babe💘: Grayson please, I need you. Now.

You knew this would work. His full name over text was only ever used in an emergency. You shut your phone off to try and focus on your breathing rather than how shitty your boyfriend was being right now. You had completely forgotten about the text and 30 minutes later you heard the front door swing open. “Y/N!? Where are you?!” Seconds later he enters the bathroom and finds your small form, tear stained cheeks and violently shaking from your cold night alone. “No no no, baby I’m so so sorry. Y/N look at me yeah? Focus on my voice. Deep breaths for me.”

He tried to scoop you into his arms but you cowered away. In that moment he swore he could feel his heart shatter. He had become the man he’d promised you he’d never be. Grayson knew you had and still struggle with your mental health, although he didn’t know much about the causes of it all. He let his anger get the best of him once again and he hurt you in the process. “Angel, I cant express how sorry I am. I didn’t mean to snap at you and I certainly didn’t mean what I called you.”

There it was again. His words began to replay in your head for the 100th time. “With pleasure, Bitch.” “STOP! Please make it stop Gray. I don’t wanna be back there anymore, I can’t be back there.” You begged him, clinging to his shirt now. He cautiously began to rub his hands along your back, palms sore from the strength he used to grip the steering wheel on the way over to your apartment. “Back where love? Talk to me please, I want to help you.” The feeling of Grays hand on your body, knowing he was close to you, knowing you were safe now, your breathing slowly began to regulate. You finally lifted your head and looked up to meet his eyes. Teary and bloodshot, a mirror image of yourself. You could see, scrap that, you could feel that he was sharing your pain. He didn’t know why you was feeling it, but he could feel it all nonetheless. You took in a shakey breath as you began.

“Riley seriously, they’re a pair of shoes? I bought them as a treat for myself for getting promoted.” You tried to explain to him, annoyance growing every passing minute. You were always smart with your money, never splurging out on fancy items. You’d never really felt like you’d needed them. However, earlier this month you’d been called into your bosses office and offered a better paying position at your work, which you gladly accepted. You’d decided that you would finally buy the shoes you’d been eyeing up for months now but had never talked yourself into buying. They were $300 but you decided you deserved them, your boyfriend clearly didn’t feel the same way. “I don’t care Y/N, you cant just start spending our money so carelessly, especially not this close to when rent is due and for something so minor as a promotion.” He countered, words laced with resentment. You couldn’t help but let out a snort. “Our money? It wasn’t ‘our money’ when you went out and bought that watch.” You pointed to the, in all honesty, hideous watch that was strapped around his wrist with pride. “I spent my hard earned money on those shoes because I deserved them, I worked for them.” You spoke, calmly and with confidence. “I seriously don’t understand your problem, please explain? Like I know it may be hard for your fragile masculinity to accept that not only a woman but your own girlfriend earns more than you, but that doesn’t give your misogyny a free pass to belittle my achievements”. You knew the second you said that, you would come to regret it. “You want me to explain? With pleasure, Bitch.”

The tears were once again streaming down your face once you finally stopped to breath again. “It was abusive and toxic, I knew I had to leave him, I had to get out of there so I did. I never looked back after I left but I guess life has a way of not letting you forget your past, no matter how hard you try to.” You sighed, so tired from the nights previous events. You’d explained to Grayson about what had happened with Riley turning up at your door, you’re grateful he’d left before Gray got there otherwise you may of been spending your night bailing his ass out of prison right now instead of in his arms. You’d explained about your past with him and why things had ended. You knew Gray had many more questions but it was clear you were not ready to answer them right now and you were extremely thankful he left the topic alone. You quite frankly didn’t want to entertain your memories of Riley anymore and Grayson knew that. He planted a kiss on your forehead before scooping you up, “wanna watch a film and cuddle? You can choose the movie.” He wiggles his eyebrows and gave you his signature smirk. “Yes please, only if you bring me the ice cream though!” You giggled, letting the last 3 hours fade to the back of your mind.

You were out like a light after 30 minutes, head in Grayson’s lap as he carelessly traced shapes along your arms, watching your chest rise and fall and lips slightly parted. “I will never let this happen to you again, you have my word. I love you more than I love myself angel.” He spoke gently, watching in awe as your lips curled to form a faint smile. “Mine” he thought to himself, “All mine.”

[weirdlyhornyforegos]

Darkiplier x reader

@moriimae: sending in one more req cus im a lil bitch; 70, 34 and 28 with a very subby, vocal reader? [ brownie points if they have a sensitive neck,, ;) ]

28: “If you keep making those sounds I’m not going to be able to stop myself.” & 34: “I love the sounds you make when you come undone.” & 70: "Say my name over and over again and, once you think you’ve said it loud enough, scream it. I want the whole neighborhood to know who’s making you feel good.”

MINORS DNI!! You didn’t specify an ego, so I went with Dark, because I know us lol ;) 

You should have realised where your teasing would lead you.

All day, you had been putting it on thick for Dark. ‘Accidental’ brushes against him, dropping things and bending over at the waist to pick them up, sucking obscenely at that lollipop at lunch.

You should have realised it would lead to you pressed against the hallway wall as soon as you both were home, Dark growling as he bites along your neck, his thigh pressed between your legs.

“Such a tease.” He moves to speak in your ear, nipping at you earlobe. You moan as his hands push under you shirt, making their way up your stomach and chest. Your shirt is soon off and gone, thrown into some corner to be forgotten about. Dark kisses you, his lips firm against yours. You kiss back, clutching at his suit while you try to move against his thigh. 

Dark breaks the kiss and chuckles. Blacked out eyes looking at you as you try to catch your breath.

“I don’t think it’s going to be that easy today.” Before you can even think to ask, the world shifts around you, and then you find yourself pressed against the bedroom wall instead. 

Dark spins you around, pushing you towards the bed. You scramble to get up on it and Dark quickly follows. 

You on your back, him inbetween your thighs. His hardness pressing against you, and when he leans down to kiss along your neck again, he moves his hips, making it even more obvious. 

You tug at his suit, wanting it off, but Dark seems to ignore your silent plea. Instead he moves a hand downwards, skimming along the hem of your pants. He’s in no hurry, letting his fingers slide slowly against your skin while he kisses you, teasing you with the almost there touch. 

You whine as you try to move your hips up, wanting his fingers elsewhere. Breaking the kiss, Dark moves to kiss along your neck, moving down you collarbone and back up. He’s going in the same slow tempo as his fingers.

“Dark, please....” You feel him grin against your skin as he sucks a hickey just above your collarbone.

“Please what?” His tone is low, rumbling against your skin.

“Please touch me!”

“But I am touching you.”

“You know what I mean.” Dark leans up and back so he can look down at you, eyes completely blacked out.

“You got to use your words, little one.” He leans down to kiss you and you tangle a hand in his hair, dragging him down to give him an intense kiss. 

You don’t want to break the kiss, his lips moving against your own feeling amazing, but you know you have to if you want to get him to move at all.

“Please, touch me and make me come apart against your fingers. I just wanna come hard as you touch and kiss me.” Dark pauses, giving you a once over.

“Very good, using all those words.” He moves his hand, unbuttoning your pants, zipper going down next, and then finally, his hand is stroking against you. You throw your head back and moan, your hand still in his hair.

“Is this what you wanted?” You can hear how smug he is, but you don’t mind one bit.

“Yes!” Dark chuckles, before giving some more attention to your neck. He briefly stops touching you so he can drag your pants and underwear off, that too thrown away and forgotten. This leaves you completely naked, while Dark is still fully clothed.

You barely have half a mind to think about it before your thoughts go elsewhere, as Dark finds the bottle of lube you keep in the nightstand, popping it open and coating a few fingers. He leans down, starting to kiss along your neck as his fingers dance against your hole before one enters you. You moan, wanting more of him already.

He keeps a steady pace, driving you wild with how you want him to speed up. When you try, he just slows down or stops completely, so you soon stop trying, letting him take his time with using his finger. 

One finger soon turns to two, and not long after, three. Dark moves down a little to kiss along your chest and take a nipple in his mouth, sucking as his fingers work you open. 

His hand against you suddenly speed up, and he moves to bite down on particular spot on your neck. You moan loudly and move your hips against Dark’s hand, chasing the feeling of his touch. 

You continue to writhe and moan underneath Dark for some time. You have no idea how much time passes, not caring when his fingers are going in and out of you, his mouth kissing and biting along your neck. 

You are more or less a moaning mess, falling apart under Dark. 

Dark isn’t quiet himself either, letting out small groans and moans as he works you over. You can feel his hips twitch every so often, and fuck, it must be getting warm and tight in his suit, but he’s not moving. 

On special twist of Dark’s fingers, you let out a loud groan and tug at his hair, making him let out a matching groan.

“If you keep making those sounds I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”

“Don’t.” You pant out, and just seconds later his fingers leave you. Disappointed, you whine, but that soon stops when you look up at Dark and what he’s doing. 

His jacket is already off, and his tie soon follows, leaving his shirt half unbuttoned. 

Next is his pants, he unbuttons and unzips them, just showing them and his underwear down far enough to take his cock out. 

He gives it a few strokes before locking eyes with you. You lick your lips, and then Dark is hovering above you, his cock just at your hole. 

Pushing in, he’s not slow about it at all. Sinking to the hilt almost immediately, he pulls back so he’s almost out of you before slamming back in. Giving you no time to adjust, setting a much quicker pace than before.

You moan, one hand clutching at his shirt, the other twistting up the bedsheet. Dark kisses you, lips pressing against yours hard. His tongue asking for entrance, and you let him in.

Every snap of Dark’s hips moves you upward, enough that Dark has to hold your hips down.

 Shifting a little while he trusts, he manages to hit the spot that makes you see stars. You scream, breaking the kiss. 

Dark hits the same spot over and over again, making you feel like you’re about to melt from his actions. You start to chant his name over and over again, not even aware you’re doing it until Dark moans and speaks up.

"Say my name over and over again and, once you think you’ve said it loud enough, scream it. I want the whole neighborhood to know who’s making you feel good.”

“FUCK! Dark! Dark! Dark, fuck, fuck, fuck! Dark!” You know you’re rambling, almost incoherent, but fucking hell, you don’t care. Dark is making you feel so good, and ah, fuck!

You keep saying his name over and over again as you get closer and closer to the edge.

“Dark, Dark, I’m about to come!” Dark groans.

“Good little one. I want to feel you come around my cock, so good for me.” You moan, and just seconds later you’re falling apart, moaning and whining mixing in with Dark’s name over and over again. Dark fucks you trough your orgams, grunting as he feels you come underneath him.

“I love the sounds you make when you come undone like this.” A few more pumps, and Dark is coming too. You moan as his come fills you up. If you hadn’t already come, that might have pushed you over the edge.

Dark stills, breathing heavy as he rest his head on your shoulder. He’s still inside you, and when he moves away and pull out, you feel his come leaking out of you. 

Dark rolls over, getting out of bed, returning just minutes later just clad in his boxers with towels and a water bottle. You drink it while he cleans you off, and you can feel the hints of arousal returning as his hands presses against you with the towel.

Any thoughts of a second round is spoiled by the big yawn you let out, making Dark chuckle where he’s putting the towel in your laundry hamper.

Dark joins you on the bed again, and you cuddle close as he pulls the blanket over the two of you.

“We can go a second round when you have gotten some sleep.” Feeling your cheeks up with how well Dark knows you, you give him a brief kiss on his cheek, which he turns into a proper one when he turns his head. 

His lips moving against yours briefly before he breaks the kiss. He licks his lips, and your eyes follow the motion.

“Later, sleep now.” You huff, but does as he says, settling back down. Head on his chest, arms thrown across his stomach, his arm against your back. Not long after, you’re sound asleep.

[ginwhitlock]

Southbound  ch 1/ ch 2

After the Cullens leave her behind, Bella is left to pick up the pieces by herself. A year after her eighteenth birthday, a split second decision lands her in her truck, running far away from everything she has ever known. She decides to go south. What will she find in San Angelo, Texas?

One day I’m going to have to admit to my demise. The casket will be small and the rain will be pouring like it does everyday there. Charlie’s eyes will puff up like abandoned birthday party balloons in the desert heat-- and I will not be there to dry them. The church parking lot is gonna look like a high school reunion. A maze of junkers that never quite made it out of Forks, the high heels of my former friends swapped out for rain boots.

After a tearless goodbye from a pastor I never met and school acquaintances I never spoke to, the purple haze of my childhood bedroom will be packed into brown cardboard boxes. Like I didn’t live there at all. As if my mark on the world only existed in our-- my meadow.

I could feel the curl of dandelion weeds at my back pocket but refused to move an inch. His ochre eyes were spun as thick as honey as he laid beside my body. There was a gleam of something I couldn’t place in the part of his lips, but I returned the smile with my own. The press of cold flesh spread through my neck, down my spine, through my toes and into the mush under his shoes.

In the small blink of my lashes his form disappeared into the air.

The bed of wildflowers around me turned to ash before I could reach for him. All I could smell was nothing like the forest and everything like a bonfire left wild. The flames crawled towards me, my body refusing to budge in its wake. My head screamed to just MOVE.

My eyes opened to a blurry mass of nothing. Tears rolling down my cheeks, their path as uncertain as my whereabouts as I raised up on my elbows. They dried before I could wipe them away.

The pads of my fingers found the line of ancient stitching on the bench seat like a security blanket. My rapidly blinking eyes rolled around the cab in an untraceable pattern. The windows were clear and still, the leather beneath my backside warm to the touch. I could see my reflection in the silver lining the dashboard, the dark blanche underneath my eyelids clenched at my tired heart

There were no flowers. No meadow. No him.

Sitting up completely, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was carrying. The rushed exhale through my cracked lips brought my lungs to the dip of my ribs-- the familiar ache pulling the back of my skull taut.

Outside, the swell of Texas sun rises just beyond a gathering of trees. I can’t remember how I got here, the smell of asphalt long gone. Instead a dirt road lined my eyesight. It gave far too little clue to my immediate surroundings. Above me the sky was as clear as the south gets and the ground solid like beaten down gravel-- but no road signs. No mile markers.

I can’t even see behind the horizon.

The air in the cab became overcrowded with my fear, the push and pull of breath fogging up the chilled glass. I feel like a child left behind in a supermarket. Unreadable ques leading me farther and farther into the swamp of confusion.

My tires sat flat against the path, just beside it, as if I had just turned off to get some shut-eye. But why here? The middle of absolute nowhere? Had I learned nothing from the nomad with the hair like my forest fire?

My hand twisted the ignition before I could stray to the silver scar on my right wrist. It’s memory glinting in the corner of my mind.

All I can get out is the sputter of the motor, a failed attempt to rise the slumbering beast.

Another hard turn returns with the same groan.

I could feel the sweat start to slide down the expanse of my back in a winding trail. The salt water seeping into the flannel pushed up around my hips in a faux blanket. My palms slid around the wheel-- the leather close to splitting.

Me too, baby. Me too.

The door handle started to whisper to me. A stupid notion to leave the steel barrier hung onto the interior in flashing chrome.

I should've taken that damn cell phone Charlie tried to buy me last year. I could’ve at least called a tow. Maybe found out where in the hell I was-- but no. Who did I need to call back then? A boy who could pick out my heartbeat in a sea of a hundred exhausted teenagers? The press of my scent to his senses would’ve said everything I need to say anyway.

But now, no almost-not-quite-humans with super hearing as far as I could see.

The rusted-out Chevy felt more and more like a cage by the minute. A rushed push of the door frame threw my feet to the red dirt. A careful hand skimmed along the side of the truck as I followed the structure to the bed in a half-creep.

My ears were hypersensitive to the billow of wind blowing through the tops of the oak trees. The motion reminded me of the run on Edwar-- the creature’s back through the forest. Normally unwatchable to my dull eyes, but on his back I could see the restlessness of the air, the ever moving flight of dragonflies and underground wonders. Well up until I had the urge to puke.

I couldn’t say the sight of the wavering treeline didn’t give me the same feeling.

My entire body jumped nearly out of my skin at the sound of metal slapping something solid. My back clenched, the hair on the back of my nape sent sky-high.

“Down girl, it’s alright, no need to get all bug-eyed on me now.” A man’s voice came from a few feet behind me. My mind raced with the decision to face him or not. To see the person who would finally take me out. Or to lay down and leave the world not knowing the monster’s face.

A rough hand on my shoulder stops my thoughts in their measly tracks.

“You know,” A deep breath let out just behind me bounced off the metal of the truck back into my ear, “I don’t know many people that stray over to these parts real often. You must not be from around here, miss.” His hand turned my body to face him, the packed dirt underneath my sneakers scuffing into the silent air. My body felt as though it was under a spell. A rabbit held under the jaws of a coyote.

His smile caught me off guard.

It was no show off teeth, carnivore-sharp grin. It was a gentle pull of lips. A soft rose blush underneath the skin. The rest of his face was shadowed by the brim of a worn leather cowboy hat, his eyes masked slightly by it. Dragging my eyes down, I could almost feel the cotton of his button-up. It looked lovingly washed, as if it was worn for decades and not weeks. His Wranglers were in the same predicament. A smudge of what looked like motor oil stained into the crease of his knee, a rip could be easily seen by his ankles. And on his feet-- matching cowboy boots. The spurs had the same metal of his belt buckle in a vintage way, I could almost see him buying them as a set in some small town in the middle of Mexico.

“Sweetheart I know I’m good lookin’ and all but I did ask you a question a lil’ while ago…” He trailed off, his mouth set in a teasing upturn.

My eyes went wide, the fear lifting off my shoulders oddly by his tone. “I… Yes. You could say I’m not from around here.” The sentence tumbled out with a small thought of protecting myself. Keeping myself alive was first-- even if the apparent cowboy held himself like warm butter, quirked and sweet.

His brow lifted.

“You’re as closed off as a heifer in the dry season ya know that?”

His hand left my shoulder and held themselves up in mock surrender before placing them on his belt. His hip made contact with the side of the truck while starring me up and down. His eyes dragged up my fingers to my shoulder up to my lips and nose. My chest constricted with self consciousness.

The man in front of me rivaled every human boy I’ve ever met-- well man I’ve ever met. His legs, drawn out with a long line of denim, his shoulders square and broad. He looked older than He was, if anything he reminded me of Jasper.

The wavy blond hair peeking out of his hat, curling around his laid back collar. The stone corners of his shaded jaw. The slightly tanned skin, made from working fields I didn’t need to see. Even the fullness of his lips reminded me of the veteran vampire.

When his eyes landed on my own I realized-- he was waiting for me to speak again.

With a deep breath through the nose I managed to start, “I’ve been traveling from Fo-- the Pacific Northwest for a couple months. I got into Texas not too long ago.” A simple nod from his covered head prompted me to keep going, not commenting on my change of location. “I was just north of Lubbock last night. I woke up in my truck not long ago, but I’m not too sure where I am to be honest.” A low breath left my throat when I finished.

His stature straightened and I could now see how truly tall he was. He towered over me by a foot, almost. His mouth opened in a toothy smile and my brain clicked.

“Oh my god is this your land? I’m so sorry I didn’t know this was private land, my truck won’t start and I--” My ramble was suddenly cut off by a guttural laugh.

“Missy! You act like imma gonna what? You think imma skin your hide for wonderin’ onto this piece of dirt? C’mon now. Lemme getchu you somethin’ before you fall over dead.”

His back turned to me almost too fast. His form started to trek across to the treeline, his boots leaving indiscernible footprints into the rocky ground. I started to run to catch up and then stopped myself. Why would I follow this man? Did I have no self preservation? I didn’t even know him, no beachy waves or shiny belt buckle would be worth maybe dying over!

“Are you comin’ or what missy? I need to call my brother about your truck, so we gotta go to the house. It’s not far I promise.”, he yelled from the treeline, somehow persuading me to inch forward, heel to toe, towards him. My brain lost in the end, my pace quickening until I was right on his tail.

His neck turned to look me dead in the face, the shadow from his hat casting over the both of us for a moment. It was the most serious look I had seen on him in our short time together. It was almost soldier-like.

“I never asked.”

My eyebrows pinched together. “Asked what?”

“Your name, darlin’.” His face broke, smiling in a childish way, making it look like the simplest thing in the word.

My thoughts of self preservation long gone, I responded, “...Bella.”

His smile widened.

“Peter. Peter Whitlock.”

[lils420]

A lil something for the kids - Part 11

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: A little time has passed since Part 10. Y/n finds another aspect to her powers.

https://lils420.tumblr.com/post/617675974181519360/a-lil-something-for-the-kids-part-10-pairing

Warning: Mentions of suicide, funerals and deaths of family members

Life fell back into a routine, one that was a little different than before, which y/n liked. Although she still trained a lot, it now differed in nature. Shuri was convinced with a little more practice, y/n would be able to also control the other two elements, earth and water, so she would try the most unique ways to trigger y/n’s senses that way. Apart from that there was a lot of normal combat training, similar to the one y/n had received as part of the Auserwählten, and in the afternoons, she received lectures on a range of topics, including Wakandan culture and the backstory of the Avengers. Her favourite part of the day, however, were the evenings. Those hours at dusk where she and Bucky would walk through Wakanda, exploring the city, rambling about their day and telling each other stories of their past and visions for the future. To be fair, it was mostly y/n talking, as Bucky seemed to be more on the quiet side. Y/n could only hope he enjoyed those walks as much as she did, for he never said. But considering that Bucky did not engage with anyone apart from her and occasionally Shuri, she counted herself lucky. For she loved his company, his thoughtful silence, his half smile when she trailed off on a topic she’d forget tomorrow, his laughs, as rare as they were.

They would usually come back after the sun had set, and spend some time in the kitchen with Shuri, just as they did today. Y/n was sitting at the table and eating some leftover rice, while Shuri rambled about some of her recent technological advancements.

“Anyway, so far nothing has helped, but you know, I really wish I could help her. Ever since her husband died, nothing was able to soothe her pain”, Shuri shuddered, “Poor Malice.” There was a short pause, in which y/n silently asked herself what happened to Malice’s husband, but she didn’t dare to ask because that would reveal she hadn’t listen to her friend again. It was just hard, when there was also Bucky in the kitchen. Lately, every time she had been with him, her heart had started beating faster and she was pretty sure she was crushing on him. Right now, he was leaning against the counter, a cup of tea in his hand and, to her surprise, frowning.

“Nothing is able to soothe her pain?”, he inquired and Shuri looked up to him in surprise. It was untypical for him to initiate conversation. She nodded, to confirm. Y/n could see Bucky gripping his tea cup tighter. “Couldn’t y/n try?”

“Me?”, in surprise y/n spilled the rice on her fork, “and how would I do that?”

Bucky’s knuckles were white now and he bit his lip. “I don’t know. I just remember, when you flew us out of the tower, at one point, you started gripping my shirt really tight. And then you gave me some of your power and it felt like relief.”

“Really? You felt my power?”, y/n was still in disbelief. But she had never told Bucky about how her power felt. Never told him that the fire in her warmed her and gave her a sense of security and strength. Never mentioned that the air triggered a lightness and with it relief and freedom. Maybe it was true.

“Maybe we should just try it”, Shuri suggested, “Malice is open for anything at this point.”

Y/n swallowed. “I - I don’t exactly know how to transfer my power. I only did it twice so far, I think, and the first time, I killed a lot of people.” She grimaced at the memory and, as if it was a reflex, her fingernails dig into her skin. She heard Bucky inhale sharply, which only made things worse. She could have sworn she had told Bucky about her time at the CIA.

“But the second time you didn’t”, Shuri argued, “I think you should try.”

“Me too”, y/n felt Bucky’s eyes linger on her and she looked up to him. There was something in his eyes she couldn’t quite place, maybe faith, but he looked away too soon for her to figure it out. He cleared his voice, before nodding at Shuri and quickly glancing at y/n. Then he left the room. Shuri didn’t look impressed.

“He doesn’t talk a lot, does he?”

“Usually more than this.”

Shuri tilted her head and there was a short pause. “You know, all this time I asked myself why Bucky was so open with you. He barely talks to anyone but you, he even goes on those weird nightly walks.”

“They’re not weird. You're weird.”

Shuri scoffed playfully. “Anywayyy, it would make so much more sense if you also had mental abilities. If you’re easing his pain and insecurities unconsciously, no wonder he spends so much time with you.”

Images appeared in y/n’s head. Her melting the ice around Bucky. Sitting next to him during those initial times, warming him with her fire. Holding him and letting her air flow through him, when they fell. Her holding his hand when Steve left, again using her Pyrokinesis. Her power seemed to bind them together, that much was certain. Y/n played with the rice on her plate. “Maybe I am just an awesome person to talk to, have you ever considered that?”

“You’re like the worst person to talk to”, Shuri rolled her eyes, “I’m trying to explain why Bucky was so open with you initially, I’m sure the reason he sticked around was you not your power. But that’s not the point.”

“Is it not?”

Shuri snickered at y/n’s words as if she had said something incredibly stupid. “The point is that you will talk to Malice tomorrow.”

“It’s not working”, exhausted y/n let go of Malice’s hands. They had been trying to find a way to transfer her power to Malice, but so far, they had no luck. Of course, she had been able to warm and cool Malice’s hands, depending on the element she used, but apart from physical interaction with her power, nothing had happened. Malice, the tall, middle aged woman, swallowed audibly. “It’s okay”, her voice could not hide the disappointment, “I didn’t expect it to work.”

Shuri crossed her arms. “But I did. Why does it work with Bucky, but not Malice?”

“I don’t know”, y/n shrugged, “Maybe because I’m more familiar with him? Also”, she pointed out, “it only works when either he or I am in distress. Either way, I’m always an emotional disaster when it happens.”

“Maybe I should slap you”, Shuri mumbled, “So you get angry.”

“But I don’t want to do it that way”, y/n protested, “Because then I don’t know if I can control it. And if you slap me, I’ll slap you right back.”

“Stop it, both of you”, T’Challa scratched his chin. Y/n had been surprised to see him upon her arrival, but apparently this was a matter of national security and required the king. Except she wasn’t sure if it was because of Malice or because of her. T’Challa continued. “What if it works differently. You said the past times you have imposed your power. Maybe try looking at it as an exchange. You give Malice something, you take something else.”

“And what exactly is she supposed to take?”, Shuri inquired. A question y/n had asked herself. But T’Challa only shrugged. “That is for you to figure out.”

Y/n sighed. Might as well try it, she thought, and aloud she asked, “Would you like fire or air this time, Malice?”

“Air.”

Y/n took her hands again and let the coldness take her body over. But not completely, this time she also concentrated on Malice. She looked into her dark eyes, which were pained, so clearly. She remembered Bucky’s eyes when he had woken up, also filled with a sadness deeper than the ocean. A wave of sorrow hit her. And then, and she was not sure why, she reached out with one hand and touched Malice’s face with two fingers, right between her eyes, and gave it a push. There was wind, a lot of wind, that blew into her face and she fell forward with Malice, into a black abyss. Shortly, y/n was overwhelmed with confusion, but then the black abyss changed to show images, in black and white, fleeting past her. She saw a boy, about thirteen years old, dead on the bathroom floor, surrounded by pills. Suicide. And Malice crying over him, screaming in pain. One grave. She saw another child, a girl, even younger, lie in a puddle of blood at the bottom of a cliff. An accident. Malice was screaming again. Two graves. And then there was a man, Malice’s age, being carried in an open casket. A mission that went wrong. Malice’s pain was suffocating. Three graves. But y/n could not stop herself. She pushed harder against Malice’s head and she could fill the pain flow into her. It seemed to eat her alive. Her heart seemed to burst into a million pieces and y/n asked herself if she could ever take another breath of air, for it hurt so badly to be alive. As the pain flew into her, she could see a memory in colour. Only a single one. It showed Malice opening the door to a bedroom to find a girl in there, alive. And then it hit y/n. Relief. Relief that the girl was still alive. Relief that it was safe. Y/n concentrated on that feeling, amplifying it. She took the emotion of that single memory and made it the biggest thing in this reality. The pain she had received from Malice, she returned now, in form of relief. Y/n gasped, for it took everything she had to see something good in this horrible world. And then, she let go of Malice’s head.

[dawnwriterimagines]

Thomas Hewitt: Never Again (Epilogue)

"Now, you hold still," Luda began to unwrap the bandages around your waist, "Don't want you to open up any of those stitches a' yours, ya hear," Her hand runs down the length of your back as she takes in the large bruise surrounding the still fresh knife wound. It was dark, black and blue, it pained her to see and she closed her eyes briefly before opening them and continuing.

You had only woken up a few hours ago, apparently you've been asleep for about four days. Your eye's were barely open and you had nearly screamed yourself awake when you had opened your eyes, trying to sit up at the time. You nodded in response to Luda Mae, humming once in cooperation. You grit your teeth, feeling the bloody bandage unwrap itself from around your closing wound.

You glanced to the side as Luda Mae tossed the bandages into the bowl, filled with water, before she took another cloth of bandages. "If we had some stichin' needles I'd be able to close this up for ya, honey. But, there's none in the shop," she began to wrap your wound again after cleaning the blood around it. She helped you sit up, you took it slow gasping every few seconds, "There ya go, dear," she smiled softly before wrapping the rest of your stomach.

After she was done, she helped you lay forwards, sleeping on your belly so you didn't tear open your injury.

Earlier, The pain throbbed throughout your entire body, when you had awoken, you felt like you couldn't breathe from the agony. Reaching for Thomas, who usually slept beside you, you had been so scared when he wasn't. You screamed, hardly able to produce a coherent word as you struggled to take even a single breathe in. Luda Mae and Charlie raced into the room, where Thomas was no where to be seen. Eliciting a small panic from you, but you only panted against Charlie who was holding you still at the time, your eye's glued to the doorway. Hoping to see Thomas walk through.

Unbeknownst to you, he had been outside the door for days, hardly moving from his spot unless it was to help you sleep more comfortably and help dress your wounds with Luda Mae. But, he had heard your scream when you had woke up in the middle of the night, he had rushed in and was relieved to find no one but you. But, he still barreled forwards to coax you, your eye's were squeezed tightly shut, your hands shaking and wrapping around the sheets from the agonizing feeling. He rushed out of the room, Luda Mae already hurrying from her bedroom and Charlie charging up the stairs.

He didn't know what to do, so he just sat outside, scared as your screams proceeded to become desperate whimpers. He felt tears cascading down his face as he takes his head in his hands, knowing your pain was his fault. How could he ever hold you again knowing that he was reason you had almost died, paying for his mistake? He sniffled, whining under his breath, he ached to hold you, to coax you in your dreams and when you were awake.

That's when he heard your gasped pleads for him, "T-thomas," you sucked in a breath from the room, you could hardly breath from the pain. Thomas sank down, anchoring his hands onto the wooden floor, desperately trying not to move, he couldn't, he didn't want to hurt you as much as he already had. He would stand guard, nothing more, even if he wished to do so much other than this. He squeezed his eye's shut as he heard you sob under Charlies grip, who refused to answer, surprising Thomas considerably. Thomas had pleaded with him to not say anything, almost threatening the man, but he didn't expect him to concede to his wishes.

After another half hour, Charlie left the room, glancing down at Thomas, who sat shaking next to the open doorway. He walked up in front of him, before leaning down, his face hardened and serious. His calloused hands, stained with blood, Thomas had never found the urge to look away from the sight before, until today. "I want you to take a hard long look, son," He began, Thomas glancing up to meet his eye's, he didn't hold up his hands but he pointed at his face. "I've seen war, boy, something that I will nevah have you or my lil' girl experience yo' selves, but I've seen women throw themselves in the field to look for their men. Die from the gun powder before they ever saw the bodies," Thomas's eyes widened in understanding and his eye's drooped down in slight shame as Charlie continued. "You betta accept that you've got one a them dumb lil' women her', she did what she had too and she did it because she loves you. I can imagine she feels like them other women, don't know if her man alive or not." As Charlie stood up, Thomas's eyes widened in realization, turning to look after the war veteran making his way down the stairs. You thought he was hurt, or even dead?

His head turned to the open door, saddened to have caused you so much torture, but even more so to build on it with the knowledge of the pain you held mentally. He knew he'd be crushed to know that you might not be alive when he woke up and no one would let you visit him when you were. But, he was actually free to check on you in this moment and he hadn't, he knew it was selfish, but he had assumed he was only hurting himself, not you too.

It was quiet, finally. Your small pants for breath were the only thing coming from your mouth, with Luda Mae's soothing words to help you through the pain. She helped you upright on the bed and whispered a few words as she dressed your wounds more properly. Thomas relaxed slightly, slumping against the wall, happy to find that your pain was subsiding if only for a little while.

As Luda Mae settled you back into the bed, he stiffened as Luda's footsteps made themselves known after a few more minutes inside. She nearly passed Thomas as she stared at her reddened hands, a bowl of pink water sloshing in her hands with ever step. She turned when she saw him stand to his feet, "My boy," she said, smiling up at him softly, "I know it hurts but, she needs ya. She don't know what to do without you, and she don't blame you none," Luda Mae assured him, she then nodded her head towards the open door. "Now, go on. She's waited long enough. And so have you," she told him, before making her way towards the stairs and turning one more time towards him. "Go, don't keep her waiting."

Thomas looked away from her, his eyes landing on the doorway before he heard his mother's footsteps going down the stairs, a soft sigh falling from her lips. He could hear your soothing breathing from behind the doorway, encouraging him to step inside and see you. He breathed a forced sigh before he stepped in front of the doorway, taking a few steps forwards, holding his breath.

His head was down, his eyes anchored to the floor boards as he made his way into the room. Nearly wincing as he heard you gasp at the sight of him, before your sweet voice filled the room, despite being pained and tired, you still sound like an angel. "T-thomas," you breathed, relief coursing through you as you saw your lover walking towards you.

The moment he heard your voice, the moment he saw his face, he began to break down, his feet moving towards you desperately, before he collapsed to his knees at your side. Taking your extended hand in his own, he pressed the palm of your hand against his mask, realizing that he couldn't feel your soft skin against him, he rips the mask away. He whimpers guiltily against your soft skin, pressing his lips to your fingertips as tears run down his face.

"Oh, my love," you whispered, making him pause, his eyes meeting yours as he could see the silent tears the ran down you own eyes, soaking your pillow. Your hand shook weakly as you took it from his grip and caressed the side of his face, of so lovingly. He closed his eyes, relishing in your touch, his head dropping down as he placed his larger hand over yours, keeping your palm against his cheek. "I thought you..." you began, and Thomas squeezed his eye's shut as he heard your voice crack and you sucked in a breath. "I thought you were gone, Tommy. I thought--" you stopped as he shook his head, halting you, you heard a small sob from him before his hands came up. His hands shaking as he tried to remember the basic teachings you had given to him.

It's my fault. You're hurt from me, I hid. I didn't mean to worry you. I'm sorry.

You looked up from his hands as he stopped, collapsing to his knees once more, covering his face in shame as he whimpered. He had abandoned you when you needed him most, had let you get hurt because of his dumb mistake, how could you ever forgive him? The thought of you hating him forever, leaving him...that scared him more than anything in the world.

"No, no," you began, your eye's widening as you realized what he was saying. "No, Tommy, it's not your fault. I don't blame you, I never would," Thomas stiffened, feeling the touch of your hand against his hand, looking up from his fingers, he looks down at your hand around his own. "But, I do wish you came earlier. I thought Charlie was trying to keep something from me, I didn't know if you were hurt or worse. But now, I can finally see you," you stroked the side of his face as he moved closer. "And I'm starting to feel like myself again. Just because of you," you smiled at him and he leaned his chin onto the bed as he let his forehead touch yours. Calm for the first time in days. "Now come up here, please. I'm tired of sleeping alone."you giggled softly, nearly attempting to move over, but Thomas stopped you quickly before springing up and walking around the bed to lay on the other side.

As he laid his head on the pillow, his eyes linked with yours as you turned your head to face him. You both didn't say anything as he moved closer to take your hand which was across your own pillow. Kissing your fingertips, slowly, graciously, he kept his eye's on yours, "I love you," you whispered to him, never looking away from him, ever for a second. A small smile dawned on your lips, and even though you said it to him everyday, he couldn't help but feel his heart leap. Thomas could feel his throat burning, his mind going a mile a minute as he began to struggle with himself. Struggle with saying it back, he needed to say it, but as he opened his mouth, nothing formed. He squeezed his eye's shut as he cursed himself of never giving you the simple satisfaction of telling you something that had changed his life. Finding love.

But, in his turmoil, you could see behind his sorrow and your fingers wrapped around his once more. "It's ok," you said to him, watching as Thomas slowly opened his eyes once again, visibly upset with himself. "I don't need to hear it to know that you love me more than anyone could. More than anyone has." Thomas felt himself completely break, his heart melting and his body weak as he knew he'd never find anything like this again. He'd never find a love like you, and he'd never trade you, even for the world.

With that single thought on his mind, he watched as your eye's slipped closed, your fragile fingers wrapped around his hand. Thomas slowly moved closer, hating the distance between you both, he had been so far for the past few days, the last thing he wanted was too much space between you two. He's close enough to feel your breath on his chest, he can press your fingers against his face, only by leaning down. He closes his eye's, feeling that horrendous weight lifting off his shoulders for the first time in days. Now that he finally had you in his arms, everything was right in the world.

It didn't take him long to fall asleep after that, your hands perfectly interlocked. He never saw Luda or Charlie at the doorway, smirking or grinning silently as they pulled the door closed as quietly as they could.

In two weeks, you're feeling much better. Able to properly walk around on your own, if only for a few minutes without having to sit back down from the throbbing pain in your back. Luda Mae would always be worried if you had opened your wound up again, especially when you were walking alone. Thomas was always at your side, however, so there really was never a time when you were alone in your pain. He was always right there when you needed him.

Forget the stairs. You wouldn't be going up them for at least 6 months, no matter what you said. Ever since you had winced on your s first step, Thomas hasn't let you near those wooden steps with sweeping you off your feet and carrying you up the flight of stairs.

Monty and you had finished the book together, like he promised, you had even read it again to Thomas, he knew how much it meant to you and he had always loved the sound of your voice. After each reading, his smile would fade and he'd whine softly as if coaxing you to continue and sometimes you would, but others you'd only giggle and tell him, "There's always tomorrow." And he couldn't argue with that.

Thomas had been taking care of you for the past month, watching as you progressed in your healing. Even changing your bandages every other day, as instructed, he was always careful, tensing up at the slightest movement you made. Always wondering if he had hurt you in some way, if he has, expect the reigns to be given to Luda Mae. He'd never leave you side through it all, however, not once. Holding your hand and letting you talking to him as you finally got your stitches, he knew that getting your mind off of pain always helped deal with it. When he unwrapped your 13th bandage, he couldn't help the relieved smile that formed on his face. The healing process strengthening as the wound began closing, he wraps your waist once again.

Once you're fully healed, he's noticably more protective, hardly letting you out of his sight, unless he was in the basement. Dealing with victims because a quick job in the lower levels of the the Hewitt house, no one was left alive for more than a half a day. Once he always finished prepping the meat, he'd rush upstairs, eager to see you once again. Giving you a kiss as you set a plate for you and him at the dinner table, sitting down next to one another to enjoy another family meal.

And when the day ended and the both of you were settling back into bed, looking into each others eyes as your hands found themselves wrapped around some part of their mates body, you couldn't bare to let go. Thomas knew that he could never lose you, he couldn't even begin to fathom the idea of going on with life without you in his. Pressing his lips onto yours as caressed his naked face, he pulls you closer, his fingers grazing over the vertical scar line across your mid back. He stops, closing his eye's as he pulled away.

But, you don't let him. Your hand gently turning his head to face you once more. "You'll never lose me, Tommy. I'm not going anywhere." And that's all you needed to say. Because he knew that your promises were the only ones he could trust, the only ones he did trust. And it was a promise to himself as well. That he would never let anything happen to you. He'd protect you at all costs, becuase you were his, his to hold and cherish, to love and protect.

He'd never let anyone hurt you.

Never again.

[vesuvian-american]

How would the main 3 react to their child dying during an accident at a young age? (Like falling on a river,etc) and the mc blaming themself and even becoming depressed because of it?

‘Wow you’re trying to make me and all of arcana tumblr cry huh? Here we go!! I’d say enjoy but lmfao how does one enjoy heartbreak. Also, no, this request doesnt bother me or anything dang near any and all requests and ideas are welcome by me! This is part one. Asra’s story. (because when i started this i had it in my mind to do all three but Asra’s was too long to just be a headcanon, this is a damn mini story) sorry for the sloppy paragraph spacing, it was all one big ugly paragraph one second and then i went back and randomly made them lil paragraphs 

Asra: You and Asra had a young child. At the age of three the baby was already showing signs of becoming a great and powerful magician. However, there was a clumsy accident. At the age of five, your child wandered off and was lost for over 24 hours. You and Asra were distraught, until a colorful portal opens up in your bedroom. Your child had already designed and entered their own oasis away from the mortal realm. 

    “Daddy!! _______!! I had so much fun, look at this place I made it myself!!!” You both snatched your child out of the portal and pulled them close into an overwhelming tight embrace. “Don’t ever do that again!” You snap, kissing your child on the forehead. Asra doesn’t speak yet but later on that night you both have a talk with your child. You sternly explain to them that they can’t just leave like that and warn them of all the dangers that could lurk in the oasis. Magic is some powerful stuff. After this incident you both become a little more strict with your child. Watching every move, teaching them magic by the book. It all becomes understandably boring to your kid… but it’s safe. Many years go on like this, little did you know after a while your child slipped away into their oasis each night while you slept. One day, they were caught. Another harsh scolding. “We only do this because we love you.. Please don’t go there again. You aren’t well versed in magic yet. You don’t know the half of what could be out there.” Asra explains. With a sigh you add on. “Asra’s right dear.. There are things we both don’t understand about our own oasis and we’ve been going there for many many years.” With this, your child storms off. You both as parents decide to let them go, give them their space. “We’ve been hovering lately, maybe we should trust them more?” “Maybe” Asra sighs. Little did you know that would be the last you ever saw of your child in their innocence. 

    Your sweet child, they were 13 at this point. They wandered the streets of Vesuvia, looking to get into mischief now that they were free. “The Red Market” They say with a giggle, quickly darting off towards the coliseum. Just before they enter the make quick eye contact with their uncle Muriel, but they dont slow down. They continue towards the market hoping to spend a little money on something cool before Muriel tattled had their parents after them. It wasn’t long before Muriel arrived at the shop and made it known to you that your child was on the way to the coliseum. Asra darts to the door. “That’s not what they’re there for..” Realization flashes across your features and you both make a mad dash towards the Red Market, Muriel staying behind to watch the shop. In the market, a creepy old man sells your child a dark red tome complete with lock and key. “Dark magic is sealed within this book, are you quite sure you want to purchase this child?” With only a moment of hesitation, your child goes through with it. Buying this book of forbidden magic. Deciding to go somewhere quiet your child returns to the coliseum and sits in the center to practice some forbidden spells. At the back of the book, a spell for travelling to a distant realm is described. “This is it..” This is the spell your only child decides to perform. “Only when you enter do you learn to leave..” With a shrug your child continues on and reads the incantation for the spell, magic swirls around them. It’s red hot, unlike the usual feel of cool calm water their magic was described as. 

    “NO!” Asra shouts reaching out to your child. You gasp clasping your hands to your face, tears in your eyes. You both recognize the book. You and Asra had been searching for it for years, with the idea in mind to destroy it so no one got their hands on such magic. Little did you know it was right underneath your noses in the Red Market. It must be some kind of punishment for your child to have found it themselves. Your child glances up at you both in shock, noticing the look of horror painted on your faces. They dont realize the danger they’re in, and just as soon as you found them, your child disappeared. A wave of heat explodes across the coliseum and a scorched seal in left on the ground where they sat. the book is destroyed, burned and torn. Your child is gone. You quickly find the spell they practiced, You drop to your knees and Asra is frozen. 

    “This spell… Why this spell? Why this one!? You could have done any spell but you did the most dangerous one! Why?!” Asra screams, finally dropping to the ground and clutching hot sand in his fists. “Why why why why why…” You cry loudly, slapping your palms to the ground. Your 13 year old child, your only child, the love you and Asra share in human form.. Is gone.. Gone forever. Never to return. This spell is a trick. The person the performs this spell is trapped forever in a loop of nightmares. No one has ever been known to escape that hell, not even the Arcana have ventured there in fear of not being able to be free again. Now your child will be there.. for the rest of eternity. Lost, scared, never to return. Could it have been because you were too strict? Were they too daring? Too eager? Why them? “Why my baby?” You weep. You and Asra stay there crying on the ground for hours, the sun has long crossed the horizon. Muriel came a few hours ago, something didn’t feel right so he closed the shop early and found you both here. Crying and screaming at the ground. Voice going hoarse and raspy. Muriel hides away in the dark and cries silently. He can imagine what had transpired. “They don’t deserve this.” Muriel whispers to himself. 

[margaritaville-remade]

i wrote this lil piece after my mitski show on sunday! i hope it sums up what i’m trying to say in at least a semi-eloquent way. ( @officialmitski )

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i saw mitski at brooklyn steel on april 29th 2017. her performance brought me to tears; being able to hear the music that had held me close on hard nights live plucked a tight string in my heart. she held a bass guitar for most if not all of the set, and her stance was powerful. i remember reflecting on the imposing lines of her body, the length of the neck of the bass and her hair pulled back tight.

mitski miyawaki is a brilliant songwriter, a beautiful soul who writes songs that resonate with all walks of life. i loved looking at the faces around me and seeing the world there.

yesterday night, december 2nd 2018, i saw mitski at brooklyn steel again. it wasn’t cold, but it was raining and i wrapped my scarf around my neck to hide from the chill. i walked from the graham street station to brooklyn steel and stood next to people who had the foresight to bring umbrellas and felt grounded with my back against brick.

i have been to a few concerts that involved choreography and have often reflected on how impersonal they felt. thinking about the repetition of these shows, how the movements of the artists were the same every night. how i could attend a show the next night and see the same things.

last night i felt the intimacy of watching someone dance alone in their bedroom in a room filled with 1,800 people. mitski, pacing frantically across the stage and back while her band stood statuesque around her made my chest tighten; like the each step was a vice closing in around it. my eyes caught on her hands over and over and over, something deep and dark inside of me being ripped out like a sob. i imagined myself at the show the next night, experiencing the same emotions, my eyes welling up again and again and again. (the repetition being mine, this time.)

i imagined myself alone in my room listening to her discography while cleaning. dancing with myself and myself alone, displacing myself in front of 1,800 people who cheer when i let my emotions seep out of my skin. playing up my sexuality in a way that makes my skin crawl, throwing my head back in a silent scream, en pointe in black heels.

at times i couldn’t bring myself to sing along for fear that the sound that came out would be closer to a scream or sob than anything melodic. i could barely cheer, because i felt like i was watching something without permission. something behind a curtain that had been pulled away at the last second.

i imagine myself walking frantically, staring up at the sky and my eyes darting from side to side. walking along the edge of a stage like a tightrope, looking but not seeing. i imagine my audience screaming that they love me as i lay on my back and flail. i feel my heart beat out of my chest.

when i got out of the venue i felt tired and thirsty, like i had stepped out of a bubble where i was mitski and she was me, and those 1,800 people were me and mitski and themselves and we all let out a collective sigh that stopped the rain, that broke through the cold.

i see the people i stood with in that crowd and wonder if they know that it was us alone that she had shown her bedroom dance routine.

[saltynemo]

Sexy (Drabble 5)

(I didnt know what to put for the title sorry, its like 2 am so): Here’s some porn with no plot really. Y/n and Tyler get kinky ;)

warnings: a lil rough, choking ;), cursing ofc, sexual content, accidental daddy kink

1,177 words

have fun, peeps

Tyler moaned against my lips as he backed me up into a wall, instantly snaking his hands up my shirt and cupping my breasts. I gasped at the feeling of his cold hands, causing my nipples to perk up under my bra. That didn't stop Tyler, however. He quickly pulled down my lingerie garment down to my upper stomach, revealing my tits under my shirt. He played with my nipples as he continued to kiss my upper lip, then to my lower lip. Our two mouths met like a puzzle piece and his tongue met with mine. The kiss was hungry and greedy, no doubt about it.

“Mmm, fuck.” He groaned into my mouth, myself moaning slightly in response. I’ve never heard or seen Tyler so heated up in my life. His sexual tension has probably built up for the past 2 weeks since I went to California to visit a friend. He hasn't felt me in such a long time, and I haven't felt him. I was just as turned on as him.

I saw a split second of time between a kiss, and I took it. “Bedroom?” I ask softly, feeling his sides with my hand.

“Bedroom.” He confirms, removing his hands from under my shirt. He reaches down to my legs and swoops me up into his arms, carrying me bridal style to our room. 

He throws me onto the bed, watching me bounce on the springs. Without hesitation, he climbed on top of me, connecting our lips once more. He plays with my breasts from the inside of my shirt, circling his thumbs around my nipples. 

“Mm, fuck Tyler.” I gasp, accidently biting his lower lip. He groans, the side of his lip turning to smirk.

“I haven't touched you in so long, baby..” He groans, moving his mouth down my chin and to my lower jaw. “I bet you’re so wet for me.”

“Mhm..” I barely moan out. He travels his kisses down my jaw and to my neck, sucking harshly onto the skin. I feel his teeth gently bite down onto my flesh, making my breath hitch. “T-Tyler!” I gasp, running my hands up his shoulders and to the back of his head.

“Yes, baby?” He smirks, still licking and kissing the skin.

“I need you baby. I'm so wet for you. Please take me.” I moan, biting my lip seductively to try and seduce him. I know he cant resist that. I’ve been dating him for 8 months, I know all his quirks.

“With that, Ill do anything for you.” He removes his lips away from my neck and gives his attention to removing our clothing. He lifts my shirt up and off of me, throwing it to the floor. As he climbs off of me to remove his own shirt, I start to take my bra off.

Before I knew it, he was back on top of me, rubbing the flushed tip of his cock against my folds. He lubricated his tip with my wetness, which was already dripping down to the bedsheet. He leaned his head back slightly, closing his eyes and mumbling about how good my pussy felt.

“Are you ready, sweet princess?” He licked his lips, bringing them to his teeth. I nodded quickly, anticipating the pleasure I was about to receive. He slowly inched his cock into my entrance, his mouth opening into a silent scream. I moaned, curses quietly falling from my mouth. “You’re so tight baby, oh my god.”

He gave me a moment to adjust before pumping in and out of me. They were slow, but each thrust felt harder than the last. 

“More, Tyler. Fuck me harder!” I groaned, rolling my hips to his thrusts.

“You want more, baby?” He questioned, pinning my hips down to the bed with one hand. He leaned over close to my ear, his other palm snaking up my body to the base of my neck. “Ill give it to you, darling.” He whispered into my ear, biting the lobe gently. His hips quickly turned hard and determined as he sped up. The hand around my neck closed slowly, gripping the skin harder and harder.

“Oh-fuck!” I moaned out, my breath hitching at the feeling. Tyler gnawed at my jaw as he pounded into me harshly. The hand around my throat was, without a doubt, leaving a mark.

“Is this what you wanted?” He asked, talking into my ear. “Did you want me to fuck you hard into the mattress like I own you, like a toy?”

“Yes, Tyler! Fuck me hard. Use me!” I babbled, feeling my walls contract around his cock. I was growing close to my climax, and I knew Tyler knew.

The sounds of sex and skin on skin filled the room, my senses focusing on the noises to bring me closer. Suddenly, Tyler pulled out of my dripping core and flipped me over, shoving my head into a pillow. He quickly re-entered me again, picking up the pace he started before.

“Shit!” I gasp, feeling the tip of his cock thrust against my G-Spot. “Fuck me, Daddy!” I feel Tyler stall his hips, causing me to realize what I said. I feel birds begin to take flight in my stomach, my face becoming more flustered. I open my mouth to apologize, only to feel a sudden palm come down on my backside. “Oh, fuck!”

“You dirty girl.” He groans, picking up his thrusts again. “Say it again.” He grips my neck firmly, using it as leverage to fuck into me. He quickly brings my body up to his, his hot breath blowing into my ear. “Say it again!” 

“Oh, Daddy-fuck me harder!” I moan, the new angle bringing more life into my body. He chuckled darkly, sucking a dark hickey into my neck. I feel my orgasm spike suddenly, the feeling of Tyler’s teeth gnawing at my neck boosting the ecstasy.

“You feel so amazing, Y/n. Oh my god!” He moans, licking the newly made mark he made. He drops my body back onto the bed, my arms gripping the sheets as he fucked his way through my climax. His hands on my hips tightened as he mumbled incoherent words. “Baby, I'm gonna c-cum!” He stayed true to his word. Even before he could finish his last word, he was frantically pulling out of my entrance, jacking off quickly. I felt his seed splatter onto the small of my back, some of it reaching to my collarbone.

After he was spent, he laid down beside me. He put an arm around me, physically asking me to cuddle up to him. I weakly, rolled over to him, my head laying on his chest.

“I never knew my babygirl had a Daddy kink...” He sighs, snuggling his head up to mine. I chuckle softly, nodding in agreement.

“I never knew I did, too. It just slipped out.” I say honestly.

“Its so wrong.” He chuckles, rubbing soft circles onto my stomach.

“I know, but you love it.”

“I do. That's what I hate.”

(lol my grandmas yelling at me to get up off my ass and do something around the house. i hoped you enjoyed this non edited story..)

[fondlinducks]

a snippet of bike ride to mars.

so, a quick side-note: i’m writing a lil book called “bike ride to mars” and i’m purely uploading this because my friend wanted to read it and i kind of want to put my writing on here. but yeah, the main characters for this book are Lauren Moore and Chandler Bury. the context behind the snippet is: Lauren has moved, with her mother and younger brother, to her grandpa’s house down in the south and meets a boy with CAD called Chandler, who lives across the street from her grandpa’s house. Chandler’s incredibly shy and Lauren loves to ask unanswerable questions. Lauren’s mother drags her over to Chandler’s house so that she can try to bond with him so that he doesn’t feel entirely alone all the time. so yeah. happy reading.

word count: 2755 (jeez that’s a lot of words i’m so sorry)

- star.

 'Uh- hey?' Chandler waved his hand in front of my face as I found my eyes fixated onto his bedroom floor. He was wearing an unbuttoned red chequered flannel shirt that overlapped a black t-shirt that had some sort of nerdy band reference on it. His short fringe still flopped over to the left side of his head. He hovered in the doorway, his cheeks flushing a profound red.

  'Sorry-' I apologized for being so deep in thought. Why did I have to think about the stupid little things at the wrong times?

  'It's okay, don't worry.' we stood in the exact same spot for a few seconds before his voice started to perk up again. 'Do you want to come in?'

  'Yeah, sure.' I said, trying to sound as calm and collected as possible.

  I was astounded by how amazing his room was. It was simp-ly everyone's dream bedroom- and if it wasn't practically everyone's fantasy room, then they were probably lying to themselves. The bookcase to the right was stacked from top to bottom with DVDs and astrology books as the channel on the large plasma TV played harmonious indie music. Two large beanbags, a red and a blue one, were squashed together in front of the TV. A large mahogany desk, with a huge PC weighing down on top of it, sat in front of the window that Chandler had watched me dance unaccompanied from. It had a pretty clear sight straight into my bedroom that I could essentially read every single title on the spines of the books on my own shelf. The paint on his walls was a shade of navy blue, excluding away any bright colours that tried to make its way into his room. It seemed dim, but the lights were on. It seemed quiet, but the background music was still playing.

  My eyes ran across the white ceiling just above his bed and noticed how many incandescent glow-in-the-dark stars had been scattered across it. Each little lustrous yellow star had been carefully placed- and that's when I also perceived that each star that made an abstract shape had been connected, star to star, with blemished white chalk. It wasn't striking or obvious if you quickly glanced up at the ceiling and didn't check again. But if you observed it in more detail, you would find snowier and smudged white marks dancing across the roof. I had started to wonder how on earth he could draw each line so carefully without accidentally scrawling a line across the entire thing- and that's when I noticed an un-prominent line inscribed over a small area of the connected stars. It was at a section of the ceiling where Chandler couldn't reach without support. Then a thought sprouted from my brain, linking the accidental line of chalk with it.

  Chandler fell off his chair.

  I turned my head towards his desk again to find the scrap and slightly torn piece of paper with the written words “DON'T WORRY I WON'T TELL ANYONE.” slid under his keyboard.

  'So,' he clapped his hands together as he sank down into the black wheely-chair he had fallen off a few nights ago, 'I'm Chandler?' his introduction came out more as a question, causing me to awkwardly laugh.

 'I'm Lauren.' we exchanged a tight-sealed smile and a nod. He knew I didn't come here voluntarily, so that probably made him feel even more awkward about the entirety of this situation. I perched at the end of his bed- of course it was a waterbed, I thought as it floated up and down as soon as my weight plummeted on top of it. I rolled my eyes a little before they peeked up at the ceiling and stars again. If I had ever decided to randomly draw on my ceiling, mum would go ballistic at me and scream bloody murder until she tore the walls down.

  'Why did you draw on your ceiling?' I pointed upwards at the smeared chalk and glow-in-the-dark stars. He blushed again, as if he was embarrassed about it. I didn't mean to phrase it in a way to make him sound stupid, I was just curious.

  'I don't know really.' he forced out a small chortle before spi-nning the chair around, avoiding eye-contact with me.

  'You do know, you just won't tell me.' he didn't say anything. He was embarrassed. 'I'm not going to walk into school tomorr-ow morning and blurt out in the middle of physics that “Chandler Bury has glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to his ceil-ing”.' my lips pursed as he genuinely laughed before allowing his feet to turn the chair back towards my direction. His bashful eyes slowly rose away from the floor and blinked at me. I smiled at him and he stood away from the chair and sat beside me on the bed, making it bounce up and down as the water mattress rippled from underneath us. He was silent for a few minutes before he let out a sigh.

  'Don't think that I'm weird, or anything-'

  'I've come across a plenty of weirdness,' I stated as his eye-brows raised a little, ' and I don't think you will be able to top the number one weird thing on my weirdness scale.' he chuckled again. He exhaled a breath that he must've held in for a while before the words spilled out of his mouth.

  'I love space,' he blurted out and I found myself watching him struggle to talk about something he loved. It was upsetting. Nobody should ever feel ashamed of sharing the things they loved to someone else. It was like trying to explain questions that I couldn't answer to other people without being dubbed as “weird” or “odd”. '-and sometimes I like watching the stars from that tiny fragment of roof outside my window.'

  'I used to watch the stars from the pavement back home.' I told him. 'My mum always worried about me when she saw me sitting alone in the dark rather than going out with friends.'

  'You can find some sort of comfort when looking up at them though.' he remarked as he squinted his eyes at the ceiling. 'If I've had a shitty day, I would usually sit outside and just watch the sky, really.' Everything he was telling me wasn't as weird as he made it out to be. It seemed generally normal- well to me anyway. If he was telling this to my mum, she would have thought that he was depressed or something. 'I realised a while ago that stars don't really appear when it's foggy, especially in autumn and winter,' I had noticed it too, 'so I literally just copied out the constellations of the Northern Hemisphere onto my ceiling.' I enjoyed star-gazing, but I had no idea what the astrological terms for any of the constellations or stars were. 'So, if it's ever rainy or foggy, I can just lay down in the dark and look at them from here- hence the glow-in-the-dark stars.' I giggled at such a goofy, yet perfect, idea. 'It's weird, I know.'

 'It's really not.' his mouth curved into a smile. 'I'd rate that a negative one-hundred on my weirdness scale; that's negative one-hundred-and-seven spaces away from watching you fall off your chair.' he playfully nudged me and laughed. It didn't feel as awkward to be around him any more.

 'Now that you've asked me why I have kid stickers on my roof,' here comes the question I was actually dreading to answer, 'why do you always dance by yourself-?' and there it was.

 'I don't always dance by myself.' I protested as his right eye-brow arched upwards.

  'Is that so?' he giggled before sitting in the central of the bed, pulling his legs up to his chest and wrapping his arms around his knees. I decided to sit opposite him. 'Because, if I remember correctly, you were dancing alone last night too.' my cheeks were burning up, I hadn't realised he had been watching me last night either. I really had to start drawing my curtains shut whenever I wanted to secretly dance.

  'I'll drop the whole “Chandler-Fell-Off-His-Chair” scenario if you drop this.' I laughed as he shook his head.

  'No no no,' he giggled, 'that's not how it works.' my eyes rolled into the back of my head as I scoffed. 'Answers first, then we drop it.'

  'I don't know.' I lied.

  'You do know, you just won't tell me.' he mimicked back. I groaned at the visual image fizzling around my head of trying to explain the most silliest and pathetic answer to his question.

  In all honesty, I had no idea why I just randomly danced. It was like how I had no clue why I always sang. Whenever mum saw me dance, or listened to me sing, she just expressed how happy I seemed to be and how much she loved it when I would sing or dance, and I liked to make mum happy.

  'My mum tells me I'm more cheerful when I dance- and sing-'

  'It's a good job that I haven't caught you singing to yourself,' he grinned at me before adding 'yet.'

  'Hopefully that “yet” will never happen.' he laughed when I discouraged the concept of ever singing in front of him. It was just simply one of those things that would never happen, despite how much he probably wanted it to.

We sat cross-legged on his bed for almost two hours, talking utter nonsense until mum interrupted our conversation with a knock on the door and opened it up marginally to peek her head through. I was expecting her to explain to Chandler that we had to leave, even though it had only turned 6 o'clock, before single-handedly dragging me out of his house. Instead she just said that she was having another cup of coffee with Amanda and that we would have to leave when she had finished it. I couldn't understand why we had to leave, or why I had to. 

  When the squeaky door finally shut and the sound of foot-steps plonking down the stairs started to parrot outside of his room, Chandler stood away from his bed and started to rummage through his school bag. Textbooks were thrown to one side as he started retrieving many scrunched up pieces of paper from the bottom of his bag. Some of the paper balls had black marker scrabbled over them; they were probably his notes that he had to remember for classes. He dropped his orange English book, with his name written on the front, on top of the pile of textbooks. His handwriting was so immaculate and effortless; it was tiny and precise and way much neater than my own. Part of me wanted to skim through his English book and stare at his beautiful handwriting and read his stories through how he had written them. The last item he flung to the ground before recovering a small black book was a paltry rectangular brown box- the exact same copy that Todd had slipped out of his blazer pocket during lunch on Monday. I felt like tearing up at the sight of the substantial thick words “SMOKING KILLS” printed on the front. He really wasn't trying to help himself to reduce his chances of dying from his unfortunate disease. Like Todd, he seemed cute until he hauled out a cigarette packet. His thin fingers gripped firmly against the book as he stood back up and turned to face me, offering me the little book as I bent down in front of him to pick up the packet. Perhaps it was just an empty box, I prayed as I care-fully opened it up, only to find that the box was fully brimmed with cigarettes. My jaw clenched as I glared at the cigarette packet, and then back at him before his eyebrows fluted at my apathetic stare, letting him know he was unbelievably stupid.

  'What's wrong?' his clutch around the book loosened as he dropped his arm by his side and stared at the cigarette packet.

  'I told somebody to stop smoking these because they were killing a perfectly good set of lungs that someone else, like you, would've wanted.' I snapped. His confused expression slowly dropped into a smirk before his eyes trailed to the floor.

  'So, I take it that everyone's told you the tale about the “Sick Boy”.' he disappointedly chuckled. It didn't make any sense why he would laugh at his own illness.

  'No one at school has told me something that I didn't already know.' When Chandler walked in late during that first physics lesson, everyone started murmuring rude comments about him. I did hear phrases directed at his CAD, but it didn't shock me in a way that I knew nothing about it. It shocked me that people were using his illness as a reason to make his life a living hell. It seemed like he was accomplishing it himself without the help of other people. 'My grandpa told me.' he sadly nodded his head. I stood still for a long time until Chandler rushed up to me and took the packet away from my clasped hands. He brought it up to his head and shook it, rattling the cigarettes together until he stopped.

  'I've never smoked a cigarette in my life.' he opened up the packet and showed me all the stacked up and aligned cigarettes, 'There's still-' he froze for a minute before counting each cigarette, 'twenty cigarettes in this pack. I have never touched them, let alone smoked them.' he smiled.

  Needless to say, I was very confused. What was the purpose in wasting money on buying a packet of cigarettes that he wasn't even willing to use?

  'Why did you buy the packet then?'

  'Again, don't think I'm weird-' I didn't protest against him this time, he was certainly weird. 'when I turned sixteen I wanted to buy a pack of cigarettes, just to know what it felt like to have them in my possession.' I felt my eyebrows crumple together. He let the box fall to the floor before exchanging out the black book, allowing me to take it from him as I stared at the front cover. It had a variety of deep pink swirls that intertwined with the black base, almost resembling a galaxy as white specs sprinkled over it all. Images of planets were stamped on top of the magnificent background. Uncovering my teeth, I smiled a little as Chandler timidly rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. 'When I started talking about different constellations, you looked kind of lost.' he chuckled. Did I really look that dumb-founded when he was discussing every little aspect of astrology I didn't understand? Apparently so.

  'Thank you.' my grin widened half way across my face before Chandler started heading towards the window, shoving it up-wards as I flicked through the book, catching glimpses of some of the constellations he had talked about earlier. 'What are you doing?' I questioned him as he stretched one leg out of the window, planting it on the roof.

  'You can read it whilst we actually watch them,' his other leg jumped out of the window, leaving just his arms gripping onto the windowsill and his head poking out from the darkness. 'I mean, if you want to.'

  'Of course.' I lost count of how many times I had smiled within the past few hours of being with him. He was genuinely so sweet. Skipping towards the window, with the book in my hand, I was ready to hop out of the window-

  Until someone knocked on Chandler's door again.

  Mum gently swung the door open, however Amanda was standing beside her this time. I knew it was time to leave, but I didn't want to go home yet. I knew that I could've waited another day and dropped by to see him after school, but somehow I knew that it wouldn't be the same. If I stepped outside of Chandler's room, we would probably just act like we didn't know each other again, like we were complete strangers.

  I didn't want to seem like a stranger to him.

  I didn't want him to become a stranger either.

[ninjoots]

Is it okay if I request cute burrcules cuddles? Btw I love your writing keep up the amazing work

Aaahhh! Thanks!

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Most people assume that Hercules is the one who initiates everything in our relationship.

The only reason for this was because I was apparently very serious. Not just in the work place though. They say my sense of humor is usually dark and sarcastic. Most people call me a sociopath, unable to connect emotionally with others. Hercules called me… what was the word.

I set my pen down checked the time. One in the morning and I was still up. My work was over and done with two hours ago, but I still wanted to do something. For some reason I couldn’t bring myself to go to bed. But I was bored doing anything else. Sleep wasn’t popping up anywhere on my to do list or schedule. It sure as hell was on Hercules’ though.

He went to be around 8:30. Hercues was so… different from what everybody assumed he was. Even his friends dont really know… him. While other people would tell you he probably loved partying and sports, Hercules actually loved sewing and just hanging with friends. Sure, he could be in a social event and slide right through with ease but… he told me that on the inside he’s actually screaming and so worried about what he’s saying.

Everybody identifies him as this chill, fun guy. This jock almost. But, he isn’t a jock at all… he’s extremely… cute.

The door to my study creaked open to reveal none other than Lafayette. He rubbed his eyes and said with a yawn, “Hercules wants you to come to bed.” I smiled, shut off the lamp, and shuffled down the hallway to Herc’s room. Ever since falling in love and dating Hercules, i have almost never slept in my own bedroom. The mattress was small, definitely not big enough for Hercules, let alone both of us.

I silently crept into Herc’s room, kicking my shoes off and changing into sweats. I would wear a shirt to bed but Hercules always insisted his chest was smooth and pretty. Hercules was the kind of guy who insisted and made sure you knew that your body was perfect just the way it was. I’m pretty sure he’s the mastermind behind the lovely suggestion blog on tumblr or some shit like that.

“Aaron you lil pretty ass shit that better be the brightest moonlight in the world.” He huffed when I got into bed and checked my phone. 4 texts from Hercules, missed call from Hamilton, 2 texts from-

I gasped as Hercules took my phone, shut it off, and tossed it onto the bedside table. He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist and pulled me closer. “I wanna, Jesus christ,” He stopped, trying to find a train of thought. Hercules would do this sometimes, and I would give him a few seconds. When we first met he would rush through his words, trying to get a good sentence when five were going on at the same time in his head. But, after a lot of communication, it’s gotten better.

He whispered, “Can I be the smaller?” I smiled and nodded. I turned over so we were facing each other. Hercules let out a sigh before wrapping his arms around my hips. God, I get so flustered when he does that. I love it when he does that. He buried his head in my chest, mumbling some incoherent things along the lines of I love you. My hands ran through his hair, playing with a couple loose curls here and there.

I whispered softly, “You’re so warm.” Hercules purred in response. I couldn’t help but giggle and lift his head up, peppering his face with kisses. Hercules smiled and grabbed me, pulling me forward and slamming our lips together. When he pulled away I asked, “What, um, what was that word you called me the other day?”

Hercules growled and began kissing my neck. He purred, “My good little cum slut? Man, it’s awfully naughty of you to wanna do this with the others home-”

“No.” I snapped, pushing him away a bit. He nodded and backed off. Hercules was definitely on tumblr. He respected my body, memorized body positivity facts, knows a bunch of useless facts, and has weird gifs saved to his phone. I need to find his tumblr. Later though.

Hercules thought for a moment before smiling. “Tsundere?” He said. I smiled and nodded, placing a kiss on his nose.

“Thank you, Hercules.”

[occasionalfics]

Cross the Stars, part XVI

part xv, part xvii

A/N: There might be two more parts? Maybe just one? We’ll see how long they get. Either way, it’s closing soon!

Summary: Tensions run high as the group waits for their disguises. In a moment of vulnerability, Yondu admits things he’ll likely never repeat.

Words: 2,481

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The experiments aren’t as terrible as she thought they would be. Then again, she imagined endless torture. Really, the Krylorians gave her anesthetic before taking her blood, some skin, and a few hairs. Other than a slight bruising and a bandage here and there, she wakes in the penthouse unscathed.

Yondu is cooking - yes, cooking - when she leaves the bedroom. Peter is out at the pool again, laughing as he jumps in. Indriza sighs and makes her way to the kitchen counter, taking a seat opposite Yondu.

He has bruises, too. Some big, some small. They dot his blue skin, turning him green in some places and darker blue in others. “Hungry?” he asks.

Indriza nods. She runs a hand through her hair, her elbow resting on the counter, and sighs. Yondu prepares the food, and she turns to look out the glass door. There’s Peter, smiling and laughing like nothing has happened. He splashes into the water, and she can’t wait until they have their disguises. She wants to see him freely laugh everywhere they go over absolutely anything and everything.

She turns back when a cold plate is pushed gently against her arm. Yondu puts silverware next to it, then a second set besides that. He pours two glasses of pink liquid, brings them over, then sits next to her as they eat.

For a while, they’re silent. Indriza thinks about the last few days - agreeing to come to Krylor, being happy for about two seconds in the grand scheme of things, agreeing to the Krylorian terms - but she still doesn’t remember much of her outburst.

“Peter tol’ me you had a lil’ bit of a freak out?” Yondu says, breaking her train of thought at just the right time.

She nods. “I don’t really know what happened,” she says.

He shovels food into his mouth and nods. Between bites he says, “I’m sorry all’a this’s been weighin’ ya down like that.”

“We did what he had to-”

“I know, but that doesn’ make it easier ta deal with.”

She shakes her head and takes a sip of the juice.

“I know ya don’t always sleep so good,” he says, pushing eggs around his plate.

She stares at him, not wanting to ask how he knows that. Sometimes she does sleep fine, but most nights, the shadows follow her.

“I don’ either. Least, I didn’ use to. Slavery does that to ya,” he says.

She reaches for his hand, hoping he knows he doesn’t have to talk about that time in his life. She can’t say the words for some reason, but he has to know.

Even if he does, he goes on. “Been dealin’ with demons’n stardust my whole life. I know what it looks like.” He laces her fingers through his. “I’m sorry if this’s fed yers.”

“Peter’s worth it,” she says quietly.

He looks at her finally, his eyes full of sadness and as much loneliness that exists in the universe. “I didn’ do it fer Peter. Least not entirely.”

She brings his hand to her and puts his palm against her face. “I know,” she whispers. “For us.” She keeps to herself the thought that she hopes everything works out. She needs Omara to stop following her every night.

Yondu sighs, then removes his hand and turns back to his plate. “We should eat,” he says.

Indriza stares for a few seconds, shocked at how fast he’s retreated into himself, then does as he’s instructed. She can’t shake the shiver from her spine as she wonders what she’s said or done to upset him, or if she even has. She knows this is difficult to deal with - this whole shitty situation literally keeps her up at night - but something feels off. Still, she eats quietly, listening to Peter screaming from outside.

When they are done eating, Peter comes inside and goes to shower. Indriza cleans the dishes and considers what to do or say to fix whatever happened earlier. She’s confused, insecure, and frustrated as she washes, and she feels the shadows grow around her. Her mother is across the room, her brother by the door to the patio. They always appear first, she notices.

Indriza’s breath catches. She drops the dish she’s working on in the sink and clutches the edge of the counter to steady herself. She closes her eyes, forces the darkness out of her mind, and counts to ten. When she opens her eyes again, Yondu is staring at her from the leather couch.

“You okay?” he calls.

She nods and picks her dish up, but keeps her eyes down. She finishes up the dishes, then goes to get dressed. They have no plans but to wait for the disguises to show up, whatever form they may take, so she takes her time and hums one of Peter’s songs to distract herself.

She notices that she left the door to the bedroom ajar slightly when she hears soft whispering. Indriza walks to the crack in the door and leans in. She sees that Peter is next to Yondu on the couch, but that they don’t look at one another.

“Is everything okay?” Peter asks.

“Will be,” Yondu answers.

“Did I tell you how loud she was screaming?”

“Yeah, ya did.”

“She feels guilty about something.”

Yondu nods and takes a moment before answering. “She’s left a lot behind fer us,” he says. It’s another few seconds before he goes on. “‘Member the first time we saw her?”

Peter nods. “On that moon thing. She thought she could trick you.”

Yondu laughs. “She did. Tricked me good.”

“I don’t remember why, though.”

“She wanted to make a lotta money offa trinket. Thought it’d be worth more if I’d been after it, too.”

“No one got it, though. Right?”

Yondu nods again. “Nope. And Driza’s sister didn’ like that.”

“The scary one, right? With the hair that looks like it flies?”

“Yeah, her. She thought Driza put their crew in unnecessary danger, so Driza got punished.”

“How?” Peter asks.

Yondu shrugs. “Dunno. But the angrier her sister got, the more Driza thought’a us.”

“You mean you, right?” Peter asks.

Yondu shakes his head. “I mean us. We’re a package deal to her,” he says.

“Why?”

“‘Cause I told her too much that first day. Told’er where I was ‘sposed’ta take ya.”

“Why?”

“You got an awful lotta questions, Kid.” Yondu glares at Peter, who stares patiently back. Yondu’s face softens before he goes on. “Couldn’t stop myself. I was stupid and bigmouthed. Cocky. Don’ be like me, Quill.”

“Why didn’t you take me where you were supposed’ta?” Peter asks. “Mama said my daddy’s made of stars. Why didn’t you take me to him?”

She can see the pain on Yondu’s face, knows he doesn’t want to tell Peter. Not yet. He doesn’t need the weight of his father’s reality on his shoulders.

Still, Yondu says, “Yer daddy’s a jackass. Prolly tricked yer mama into lovin’ him.”

“Like Indriza tricked you?” Peter asks.

Her heart quickens, and for a split second, she feels a flash of anger at the accusation. She’s not some kind of...celestial siren. Her feelings for Yondu don’t come with ulterior motives. But she reminds herself that Peter is a child. He’s trying to make sense of things that are much bigger and more complicated than anything he’s ever had to deal with, save being taken from Terra. She can’t blame him for making connections, even if they’re simple and incomplete.

“Not at all,” Yondu says, much more calm than Indriza expects.

Maybe he realizes the same things she does, she thinks.

“Driza didn’t trick me into lovin’ her, Quill. She don’ have that kinda power. She tricked me into meetin’ her, but…”

There’s a pause, then Peter asks, “But?”

“I love her fer the same reason I love you,” he says quietly. “‘Cause’a who you are.”

She wishes she’d taped this conversation somehow, so she could watch and re-watch Yondu say that he loved them both. She’s sure she’ll never hear him say it again, even more so that Peter won’t.

  The next morning, the disguises still haven’t arrived. Indriza urges Yondu to contact the President and ask where they are, but he won’t.

“We gotta be patient. Fer now, we have a nice place to stay, a pool, and freedom. Enjoy it,” he says.

Her temper rises, but she doesn’t argue anymore. She’s exhausted, after everything, so she just goes back to the bedroom and reads reports on her mini comm. Kree attack Xandar - no surprise. The ongoing war between those races is ruthless and pointless, so she scrolls further. The Sovereign have finalized plans for their new battery, which powers the core of the planet. Upgrades include: longevity, increased durability, and price on black markets.

She continues to scroll for a while, just trying to keep up with the rest of the galaxy for once. Eventually, she’ll have a disguise and will be able to go off and be a real ravager again, so she has to know where the best places to start are.

Around midday, a signal comes through. It’s Allura, the information shows, so Indriza accepts and gets comfortable.

“Hello lovely,” she says.

Allura’s face is bruised and bloated. She’s breathing heavily, but says nothing. Indriza’s face falls, she sits up, and watches.

“Allura?” she asks.

Allura groans, her eyes barely open.

“Who’s there?” Indriza asks, practically yelling now.

There’s a laugh behind allura, but no one else shows up. Still, she recognizes that laugh.

“Omara?” she asks.

Heels click, and then Allura is pushed out of the way.

“Hello, Traitor,” Omara says as she slides into view.

“What’ve you done to her, Omara?” Indriza asks.

Her sister laughs again. “Exactly what I should’ve done to you.”

“What is wrong with you?” Indriza asks, her temper rising once more.

“Absolutely nothing, dear sister.”

Through teeth, she says, “My sister wouldn’t beat an innocent crew member.”

“Maybe the sister you left, but that sister left with you. I am as I was always meant to be.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Indriza asks.

Omara laughs again, throwing her head back as she does so. “Oh, Indriza,” she says. “You’ll know soon enough. But first, I have to finish off this traitor. We have a new policy on the Axion II: betrayal is punishable by death.”

Indriza goes to stop Omara, but the signal cuts off and the hologram disappears. She drops the mini comm, and in the corners of her vision, shadows move in on her. Her mother is there again, knocking her back, choking her with transparent hands. Her brother stands over her, taller than she ever imagined he’d be, and shoves his boot into her side as hard as he can.

Indriza is screaming again, and thrashing. Her noises stagger as air refuses to reach her lungs, and her body ignites with pain as her brother continues to beat her. Omara comes into the room and pulls on her hair, hard enough to pull whole locks of it out. Her arms thrash, but hit nothing.

Until Yondu enters the room. She doesn’t see or hear him as he runs to her, but she feels the air fill her throat and lungs when he pushes her mother off of her. Her mother and brother are thrown to the ground and disappear before her eyes, but Omara is still at her hair. Indriza reaches up to claw herself to freedom, but nothing is there. Her hair relaxes against her scalp. She looks around the room frantically, shaking, but only sees Yondu.

He reaches for her, but she backs away at first. She can’t be touched - anymore touching and her body will explode. He freezes in his spot; she realizes he’s not a shadow, that he is real and there to help her. Indriza pushes herself to him, wrapping her arms around him as she shakes against his chest.

“They’re back,” she whimpers. “The demons. The shadows. They hate me. They hate me.” She takes deep breaths and feels chilly. “They want me dead. They want me to pay for the mistakes I’ve made.”

Yondu has her as close to him as she will get, his hands supporting her head and waist. He listens to her and holds her until she relaxes, which isn’t for some time. When she’s stopped shivering he asks, “What happened?”

She sighs and hiccups. “Omara...she hurt Allura. Badly. I- I think she…”

“She what?” he asks, pushing her back just enough to see Indriza’s face.

“She’s going to kill Allura.” She shakes her head and dives back to his chest. This time, she doesn’t shiver, but bawls.

“She wouldn’ do that,” Yondu whispers.

“She’s gone. They’re both gone,” Indriza insists. She shakes her head, refusing to believe her own words. Maybe Omara is just threatening again. Maybe she’s taking it too far, but not that far. She wants to believe that, but she can’t. Allura looked so defeated, so unlike herself and Omara sounded like she had lost the last bit of compassion she had.

“We have to leave,” she says, sniffling before wiping her eyes. “They’ll find us here. We have to go.”

Indriza pushes herself out of Yondu’s arms and goes around the room, throwing her things into a pile on the floor. He gets up, walks slowly over to her, and sighs.

“Driza,” he says.

“Have to leave,” she murmurs.

“We can’t leave. We got nowhere to go, Darlin’.”

She shakes her head. “Have to go. She’s crazy - she’ll find me - she’ll kill us all.”

“Listen to yourself, Driza,” he says. “This’s what Omara wants. She wants ya to freak out and run. It’ll be sloppy and easy ta find us.”

“We have to go-”

He steps in front of her and grabs her wrists, just light enough to get her to stop. Once she has, he lets her go. Indriza straightens and takes a deep breath.

“We can’t go yet,” he says slowly. “Gotta wait for the disguises. She ain’t gonna find us here, Driza. The Krylorians gave us asylum.”

“They won’t be anything against her,” she says in a low voice.

“Their whole army against one lil’ Axion ravager?”

“I’m one lil’ Axion ravager. I took out three of your men without breaking a sweat.”

He chuckles. “Sounds more like yerself.”

“She’s coming,” Indriza says. “With or without Stakar Ogord, I know Omara is coming.”

“Did ya tell her where we are?” Yondu asks.

She pauses. “No,” she says quietly.

“Then how’s she gonna find us?”

She sighs. “I don’t know. I just know she will. Soon.”

Yondu takes a step closer to her, nodding. He wraps her up in his arms again and breathes against her hair. “We’ll be on guard ‘til she does, then.”

[5sos-ruined-us]

Vampires - Supernatural!Luke

Summary: Vampire Luke sneaks into your house one night

Word count: 2.3k

A/n: I might be starting a Supernatural!5SOS series with all four of the lil beans

Requested: Nopes (hergh)

Masterlist

Moving into a new area alone didn't seem like such a bad idea, well, until people started disappearing two years after I moved here. It didn't really bother me a first, thinking maybe it was just some people hunting in the forest and maybe getting into an accident. But when I heard glass shattering followed by the scream of my neighbour, I realised someone was actually breaking into the house and taking these people away. It was only after then were the bodies of these people found. All in the same state; pale and drained of their blood. Except my neighbour was found mangled in an alleyway a few blocks away from our area.

I started getting worried, double checking all of my windows and doors to make sure they were all locked. I slept like any other night, just a bit more worry bubbling in my stomach, and the nightmare bothering my slumber.

It was just darkness. No matter how far I walked, it was only dark. But I could feel a sharp pain in my neck, and it was wet. But I couldn't move my arms. I looked around, starting to feel tired. I started panicking a bit, not knowing what was happening.

"I'm coming back for you soon, princess." A silky voice spoke when the stinging wore off slightly. I woke up in my bed, raising my hand and feeling a slightly pain. I shrugged it off as a bug bite and went on with my day as usual, but I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was following me all day.

As soon as I got home, I locked everything once again, double checking before chilling in my living room. I watched the news, letting out a soft sigh as another disappearance had happened a few neighbourhoods from mine. I heard a scratch on my window, making me turn around and seeing nothing. Feeling slightly uneasy, I turned off the TV and headed up into my bedroom, getting into bed. I pulled the covers over me, turning to the other side of my bed, I let out a scream but was quickly muffled by a hand over my mouth. I looked up at the blond man, his bright blue eyes slowly melting into a dark red. I would no doubt say that he was extremely handsome, his beautifully sculpted face only lit dimly from the moonlight. The only thing I could clearly see were his eyes, glowing their crimson colour. His blond hair was flat on his head, his skin pale.

"I told you I was coming back." He smirked, keeping his hand over my mouth. My eyes were wide as I realised that his voice was the same voice from the night before. "If you scream, I'll do what I did to your neighbour. Had she not screamed, I would've left her in the forest in one piece like the others, but she gave me away so I wanted to teach her suffering soul a lesson." He spoke, his silky voice turning deep. "Are you gonna scream?" He questioned, tilting his head slightly. I shook my head, not bothering to beg for my life. If it was the end, it was the end. He looked at me with slight confusion as he slowly took his hand off of my mouth. I stayed silent as he took a slight distance, "Odd. Usually they start begging when I take my hand off." He pointed out quietly.

"What's the point?" I questioned, making him look at me in shock, "If it's the end, I won't fight it. It'll probably just worsen the situation." I replied, shaking slightly in fear, "But I won't deny that it's terrifying." I continued, "Knowing that it's the end. Not being able to meet your family or friends again, everyone wondering what went so wrong that it cost me my life. It's terrifying when you're about to go to sleep and a man appears in your bedroom, threatening you with death to not scream. I won't deny that. But it's like a quote I think about everyday, 'I'm not suicidal, but if a car was about to run me over, I wouldn't move'." I finished, looking at his surprised expression, his red eyes slowly melting back into the bright blue I saw before they turned, "Your eyes are beautiful." I complimented.

"Thanks, sweetheart." He murmured, taking a slight step back, seeming to be confused with how to handle the situation. "I'm always so used to screaming, crying victims." He chuckled, "It's a little strange having someone not reacting the same way and just accepting it." He gave me a toothy grin, showing fangs. I let out a gasp,

He's a vampire. I thought to myself.

"Does that interest you?" He smirked. I felt my cheeks heat up,

"Damn it, you can read my mind." I muttered in slight embarassment, "But yes, it does. I've always wanted to meet a vampire." I smiled.

"Cool." He smiled, sitting beside me, "The name's Luke."

"(Y/n)." I let him sit beside me, silence falling between us. It was oddly comforting being in silence with a vampire. My fear dissipated as I realised that he wasn't much of a danger anymore. I heard a strange grumbling sound, turning to Luke in shock who was blushing madly. "Wait a minute, didn't you come here to eat?" I asked in realisation.

"Uh, kinda yeah. I was about to kill you, but you're so," He trailed off, leaning closer to me and staring into my eyes, "Intriguing." He whispered, his hot breathe fanning against my cheek. I leaned forward, brushing my lips against his,

"Let's learn more about each other." I whispered just as he pressed his lips against mine. I could feel his fangs digging into my bottom lip as he nibbled it, his tongue lapping up the blood that was leaking out. "You can drink my blood if you want." I pulled away, looking into his now crimson eyes.

"You sure?" He asked, his hands already on my shoulders.

"Go ahead." I said, tilting my head to the side to give him access. He hesitated before leaning into the crook of my neck and biting into the flesh, causing the stinging pain that I felt the night before.

"You were here last night." I whispered as I felt my eyes close.

"She's way too precious to you, isn't she?" The man spat at Luke, holding the knife at my bruised neck. Luke stood in front of him, ready to attack. His three friends, Calum, Michael and Ashton in the same stance, ready to help. The three of them took an instant liking to me after Luke told them how I reacted when we first met. They welcomed me into their cave anytime I wanted.

"Let her go and I maybe won't kill you and your shitty little gang at the back there." Luke growled deeply, his eyes turning a shade I've seen only once before; pitch black. I had only seen it once when we got into a fight about how he came back almost dead. It tipped him over the edge and he destroyed almost everything inside our kitchen. It scared me to death, making me back away from him as everything started being tossed to the opposite side of the string as if tied by an invisible string, Luke standing in the midst of it all, his pitch black eyes glaring at the me.

"Why can't you tell me?" I asked, standing in front of him.

"It's complicated, (Y/n)." He spoke, facing away from me.

"Luke, it worries me to death when you go out in the middle of the night without telling me. I would really like to know when you go out so you won't end up dead without me knowing!" I yelled.

"It's not exactly much of your business!" He turned around, his blue eyes melting into pitch black as everything in the kitchen started to shake. The cabinets flew open, plates and glasses tossed across the room and shattering. I took my distance from him as he glared at me, the vein in his neck popping and his fangs visible on his lip. I bumped into the wall behind me, shaking in fear as I slid down the wall,  

Please don't kill me. I thought to myself, frozen as I watched everything break. Everything stopped moving as Luke started approaching me, the shattered glass crunching under his boots. He stopped in front of me, reaching out for my arm but I turned to the side, crawling back from him in fear. The hurt in his eyes as he stopped reaching for me made the tears that I was holding back spill.

"Babe," He whispered, reaching for my arm slowly once again but I flinched slightly. "You're scared of me, of course you are." He stood up, "Fuck!" He cursed, running his hand through his blond hair before slamming his fist into the wall and making a hole, making me let out a scared whimper as I backed away once again. "Fuck, no, princess." His voice softened, pulling his fist out he crouched down in front of me, "I'd never hurt you." He said softly, his eyes slowly coming back to blue and his fangs slowly slipping back into his gums as the first tear streamed down his face, "Please, you know I wouldn't hurt you. I'd protect you from everything, even if it were me. I'm sorry, (Y/n)." He sat down on the wall opposite of me, holding his head in his hands. I waited a minute before crawling over to him, leaning my head on his chest as he looked at me in surprise, tear stains on his pale cheeks, "(Y/-"

"Ssh." I hushed him, listening to his heart beating slightly rapidly. I waited until I felt it slow down before looking up at him. I cupped his cheek with one hand, making him look at me, "I'm not scared of you. I was just surprised." I whispered calmly, "I've never seen you react like that, so it was a bit much to take in." I explained, leaning up and pressing my lips to his soft ones.

Luke looked at my eyes,

I'll get you out, I promise. He thought. Somehow in the meantime I had been with him, his ability of reading minds had been shared with me. I could only read his and he could block every other vampire from hearing mine, even his friends were blocked from hearing me.

It's okay if you don't. I smiled softly through my bruised cheek and split lip.

"Well? You gonna fight or what?!" The man said as he slammed my temple with the handle of the knife. I groaned, closing my eyes briefly and opening them only to see everything blurry and spotted as I felt a sharp pain in my back. I could vaguely hear Luke calling my name as I fell sideways, seeing red surrounding me.

"(Y/n)? Can you hear me?" Michael asked, shaking me.

"Mikey?" I asked, dazed. "I-What?" I looked around, seeing as everything got a bit more clear. I watched as Calum, Ashton and Luke toss bodies into the pit of fire that the group of vampires were going to toss me in. Luke came running towards me just as I blacked out.

I sat on the roof of my house, the light of the full moon only make my face slightly visible from the black hoodie.

"Ass." I said loudly as I heard a chuckle from behind me. Luke sat beside me,

"Sorry babe." He opened his arms as I cuddled into his chest, enjoying as the breeze blew past us.

"You can't scare me anymore." I smiled, looking up at him as he stuck his tongue out at me, "We've been together for 5 years. I know all of your tricks." I booped him on the nose.

"One day I'll show you a new trick, and you'll be screaming your cute little panties off." He pressed a kiss to my head, looking as the moon shone on us. We sat in silence, something we did quite often as we let the sounds of the night take over."You do know that I live forever, right?" He spoke up, looking at me. I hummed in response, knowing that after I die, he would continue to live. "You know I can change it, right?" He looked at me in the eyes. I looked up at him,

"You're not proposing that I-"

"Think about it, babe. We could stay together forever, and I could teach you how to be a vampire. I'll teach you all the tricks." He stood up, walking along the roof before stepping into the air and letting himself float as he turned around to me, extending his hand, "We would be in love for eternity." He smiled. I bit my lip as I thought about it. It was a lot to do. He would have to kill me first then turn me into a vampire. I sat on the roof, thinking over his offer for eternal life with him, the man I loved and will always love. My family was gone anyway, after an accident. What was there to lose. I stood up, pulling my hoodie off of my head and taking his big hand.

He smiled as he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me with him as he walked high up into the sky,

"You won't feel a thing, princess." He smiled, kissing me one last time before he moved to sink his teeth into my neck.  

[honorthymunn]

Enough is Enough...when I have  no sensitivity and rarely around me...

Enough is fucking enough when I have to try to remove my own sutures, when I have to stop and breathe almost passing out just to get up the hill to the hospital which has no bus route.

When Doctors upon Doctors need an emergency contact and a support person and I just leave it blank...looking down as I whisper there is no one.

When I cannot even know the littlest yet to me most precious bits and pieces of Chloe as my oldest always states “Not Right Now Mom”...the right now never comes & my soul survives for the thought of her.

Elle, I am at her mercy for she has the info that could save me...My No Matter What promise to Chloe has loosened that noose on the tree when even hanging failed me.

I feel forsaken expected to laugh through the losses, walk hills faster with cancer, not worry, be scared, complain, reach out...anything cuz it interrupts her happiness. 

So as Ive mastered suffocating in silence, in there again...at the mercy of the key-holder to what little left can ease the lack of breath shall it be a time she uses that key when nothing is going on in life if she has a minute.

The silent rage, sufferings, sacrifices and even simple needs will be here suffocating within me as a slowly fade. 

My mother tortured me for almost a lifetime and still I honored her.  My name was on her doctors list, I made time for her appointments, took care of her, bathing her, even the sacred act of tending her feet. 

Although broken...her fears were eased as I digested her regrets and anger with little acknowledge until days before the end.Then I rendered my greatest gift ensuring she was not to die alone.

I took my own soul breathing it into her for what seemed like hours.  Not even a thought crossed me as i am on ground zero with EMT courageous n selflessly giving her all the beautiful heartfelt words of worthiness so she got to feel that love, that honor...instilling her worth.

I divinely carried her soul through the realms of her passing.  All this...to give her everything she refused me...her soul set a free.

Me accepting silent suffocation with little to no chance of ever relief...

All the while being assaulted on a soul level by an ungrateful younger brother who’s memory obviously vacated; attacking the one soul who threw herself in front of gunfire, violence, trauma

...even putting myself between him & one of Daddy’s Druggies who was like a beast sliding a knife up my 3yr old brothers neck just glaring as if I would scare and run.

Instead I boldly came face to face with Wild Bill his knife blade set to shred my baby brother’s head as he so innocently lied asleep.

That mutherfucker said “Someone’s head is being cut off here & now...Who’s It Gonna Be?” i swear the devil leaped out of his eyes testing my honor, my will and my love for my dear brother. 

Swift as a wolf I raised my head up to him as I pushed my neck up high silently declaring...Then take me. Raising his Rambo style knife to my throat I never shifted my gaze...letting that bitch know you’ll have to behead me taking my life while you look into my fearless eyes.

Suddenly as if a ghost appeared his eyes where scared and he startled pulling back that blade before he jumped out Lil Frankie’s bedroom window onto the back storage & off into the night.

Hearing my mother screaming down the stairs rocking back n forth with ambulatory aid. I confronted her in disgust stating “What are you so freaked out & scared?  Mom...”He pulled a gun on me”...again her needs

... so trying to inform her; he not only put a gun to my head in the hallway that night ...he almost killed my brother Frankie yielding a knife against his throat which was about the size of his 3yr old head...was as futile as expecting her to be a mom.  

Springwood would force me to be fearless, protecting my Lil brother’s sheltering their pain by always throwing myself into danger to be the shield. 

My dad was always huddled in some corner all scary like with a spoon that I guess held his drugs, lighting it over a glass of water.  I was so scared & frantic that by chance if I didn’t watch over my brothers. my dad’s drug uses, and missed a cup of that water it could kill one of my brothers. 

Well over a year I got up at 5am going through everything rinsing out all glasses of water also hiding residue. Fearing my Lil bros, unaware of the danger could expose themselves to it or worse drink one of Dad’s drug glasses of water. 

No one knew of this besides my therapist, until confronting my mom prior her passing and now...in this random therapeutic rant.

One morning i awoke just a few minutes later than usual...knowing my bros were up early too I ran down the stairs into the kitchen.

Hence my worst fear...my cute Lil bro Marvin wearing my purple polo shit, with his cute cheeks, freckles and red poofy hair...was already in the kitchen taking an almost full drink from one of dad’s cups...

I panicked and instantly reacted by slapping him in the face with my right hand so hard the blow forced the water to spurt out his mouth.  I barely saved him, ashamed I didn’t get to that glass...this moment created a trauma so deep it haunts me even now. 

It was Not ..doing whatever I could to care & protect my bros not caring of my expense, as I’m the big sister if I didn’t take this job on they’d be scared, unable to protect themselves from the violence and trauma I so vigilantly & desperately tried to shield them from.

It was the look on Lil Marvin’s face...in sheer shock...traumatized by his big sister...and why she slapped him so suddenly when he did nothing wrong...that look  of despair  left me broken silently screaming what the fuck is wrong with my parents?”

...I couldn’t explain to Marvin or Frankie why I did that, They were too young to understand plus keeping them from seeing/knowing all the bad things going on was my job. 

Trauma allows little memory of my plight, never telling them I often wondered if they thought I was a bad big sister...My Mom’s death last Dec. 2016 swiftly assaults me with that answer.

My whole childhood seemed in vain; as Frank verbally shattered the few patched up pieces of my existence. Especially him, I was devoted...

my parents left my brothers with this weird couple to watch them a few hours - lack of care - me not there - lead to a huge physical trauma to my Frankie.

One full leg was shattered, his pelvis broken and the upper other leg broken as well.  He was in a near full body-cast for almost a year, only 4, mom & dad couldn’t keep him safe...so big sissy was determined to keep him cared for. 

We lived in the projects and since mom barely made meals and we had little food most times. I would take Lil bros over to the rec center for free lunch every day. 

There was this tight left/right/then left fenced entrance...no other way could we get in.  So bis Sissy proudly smiled as she patiently and strongly carried her Frankie, in full body-cast which also had a bar connecting the legs to keep the core in place

...all the way from their apartment which was very far (in kid glasses) to that rec center for his daily lunch.  Sometimes they’d run out and I gave up mine so my Lil bros would feel good & strong. 

Relentlessly, for months, every day 1x or more severely struggled successfully getting Lil frank through that damn gate. He’d be hot(it was summer) in that cast and frustrated so I’d tell him don't worry little brother were gonna get through this gate and every time the struggle was worth it.

The trauma not only physically stunted him as he would have to re-learn everything, yet psychologically as well...he couldn’t talk saying words trying to get his point across.  Sissy put on her teacher hat and sure a shit Frankie was talking again. 

I also saw him as my savior...due to many violent scary experiences all occurring at night where I put on my Momma Bear hat giving myself in hopes I could spare them of the suffering and pain.

I was terrified of darkness w/out light. Laying in my bed paralyzed, too afraid to move as I could not see my surroundings...

I would cry “Frankie...Frankie...Frankie”; and that adorable red headed stunner at 2/3/4 yrs of age...would run into my room turn on my light...so I felt safe.  We would fall asleep laughing and telling stories.

I prayed every night silently making my plea to God, that if he could put any pain or struggles my Lil bros may face on me to weather.  I also prayed that if I have kids please please please help me save them from ever experiencing my type of sufferings.

I, being a child naively tried to make a pact with God.  I would take all this pain, all this suffering, all the severe scary abuse and be brave always in exchange for giving my Lil bros a fighting chance at life.

I insisted he gave me any experience that would scare or hurt my Lil bros,  as my scars to bear. Always reminding God my future family will be everything our family was not and my kids would never be abused in ways that I did.

Thinking back my thought process could only be unconditional love & hope for my Lil bros to not see what I saw, felt what I felt, experience what I experienced as I was already damaged goods but the boys...we can save the boys...right God?

Later in life i struggled with God...as Marvin was into gangs and angry at the world...then Frankie was just used as another player in this world’s sick selfish games

...everyone & everything to this day is shadowed by Frankie’s acts, being still a child 11/12, was acting out his abuse.  I didn’t blink and protected Frankie from the backlash, injustices and judgements these acts would bring. 

Even risking my own children defending his honor... This was important to me as I saw things bad scary things mom n dad even with friends used to make him do.

These struggles my brothers endured in my eyes were supposed to be on my shoulders, and as Big Sissy I personally blamed myself for their sufferings...believing i failed somewhere along the line

...and God had failed on 1 of only 2 prayers I prayed for nightly since I could remember...I hated him...Crossing his name out of every spiritual book I would buy...eventually learning many paths all led me back to Him.

For years I have suffered immensely feeling my failings to take better care of him earlier in life was why...now...in my greatest tragedy...i’m nothing but a piece of trash left on some dark lonely road in Ocosta.

..My son Sage, losing everything for an imminent noble plight, my breakdown suffocating silently as no hand reached my way.  I was in this alone and with every missing of the mark; Frank would judge me, looking down at me, denying such; yet he either was blind to his own behaviors or this infliction of shame upon me is intentional.

The moral to the story, better stated stories’... on most levels is still up in the air.

My mom’s death... compounded with Frank’s, almost demonic in nature, verbal and non verbal abuse is long-suffering.  Perhaps the Devil has been sneaking upon him years now...

Instantaneously when mom died, so did any goodness in Frank.  Possessed, creating chaos on sacred ground, refusing Moms children, grandchildren, family and friends any sort of closure...In respect for impending legal actions I won’t prevail any further details...

In a short time span; I lost my only real longtime girlfriend and coworker to a tragic death, soon after my Kelly who glitters died in her sleep...then my mom died - devastatingly so did my brother frank...

Another child taken (via brotherly love)  ~ My Sissy...my heart just cries out for her daily...constantly looking, searching, praying God will at least... bring My Sissy back.

My soul decided any hope of some family besides personally was dead. My safe place gone...

I always felt content knowing that If; Life May Again Rip Me 2 Shreds...I had Momma’s Compound, with the Satanic Scary Ritual Grounds & old creepy mossy forests

In Frank’s eyes; its a garbage dump hoarders compound...and by golly...against all consciousness, Mom’s rights, her will, the beneficiaries, that property, and all her items would be pillaged, dishonored, and by legal standards;  straight up fuckin irrevocably damaged