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oneforthemunny · 1 year

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stop, in the name of love |cop!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: based off my birth week writing challenge lol. I was just going to leave it for other authors, but I'm feeling self indulgent for now :)

requested: #20!!! With cop!eddie he’s trying to stop teens from hooking up but reader comes to the woods just for that reason!! please make him feel like a teen again 😭❤️❤️

thank you @ali-r3n for rbing my works so i could find this lol. you are an angel on this earth i love you <3

contains: 18+ MINORS DNI. cop!eddie, p in v sex, voyeurism, hopper catches them lol. fluff and good times with cop!eddie and his lil trouble maker.

Eddie huffed, arms crossed in the uncomfortable uniform, radar gun in his clenched fist. Hopper had stuck him out here- a punishment, no doubt, for the flop that was the D.A.R.E program he conducted at the middle school- leaving Eddie in the backwoods near Lover's Lake. After an influx of complaint calls about teenagers speeding through the area, and hooking up or drinking down by the waters or in the woods, Hopper decided to stick his best guy on the situation.

Eddie was furious.

Not only was it a slap in the face to be put on patrol of that area, usually only given to rookies, it was so fucking boring. He couldn't leave the area, contained to that spot for most of his shift, unless backup called. He couldn't drive around the city, taking all the nuisance calls, or even stopping by to see his friends and chat- stop by to see you. Oh no, here, he was quarantined to this small space.

The crunch of the gravel beside him had his ears perking, lifting the gun and sitting up in his seat, ready to bust a frisky teen. Instead, he saw the familiar, powder blue car pull up beside him- your car.

"Hi, there, Officer." You grinned, shutting the door to your car.

"Evenin' there, little lady." Eddie gave you a toothy grin, tone adapting to Wayne's southern-esqu drawl that always left you a little weak in the knees. He liked playing up the stereotypical cop, like Rosco in Dukes of Hazard, teasing and fun.

"Are you out here all alone tonight?" You asked tilting your head to the side. Eddie snorted, watching you push your upper body through his open window, upper half dangling inside the car. "No backup?"

"Not tonight." Eddie shook his head, giving you an exaggerated pout. "Just me out here by myself."

"Oh?" You quipped brow raising in surprise. "So no one out here to do this," You lunged at his utility belt, reaching for his baton, while Eddie's scrambled to halt your movements. Damn, you were quick.

"Easy, easy!" Eddie snapped, prying your hand off his baton. "What did I tell you about messing with my things, baby? Hopper's gonna kill me if he has to replace something else we've broken."

You giggled, folding your arms over the window. "'M just kidding." You hummed, batting your eyes up at him. "Just worried about you. Missed you."

"Missed you too, honey." Eddie's smile had you melting, an ooey-gooey feeling of warmth that was thick in your veins, leaving your head spinning. "I get off at eight."

"Yeah, but I got off at six." You pouted. "And that's so long to wait for you."

Eddie snorted, grinning and shaking his head. The curly tendrils, slipping out from his bun, sprung free, hitting his cheeks. Eddie reached for his aviators, revealing his brown eyes to you. "What're you up to, trouble?"

"Trouble?" You feigned hurt, an exaggerated gasp leaving your lungs. "I would never, Officer, I'm a well behaved, law abiding citizen."

Eddie laughed, loudly, making you smile. "Yeah, right." He scoffed at you. "What'd you come here for? To show your appreciation for all my hard work?"

Your lips twisted in thought. "Yeah, kinda." You nodded. "Came here to fuck you."

Eddie snorted, shaking his head at your bluntness. "I'm on the clock, baby."

"That's never stopped you, baby." You mocked him with a slight glare. "Please? You've been working the second shift all week. I barely get to see you."

Eddie pressed his lips together in thought, eyes flickering from the road back to you. You pressed your bottom lip out further. "Please? Just quick, I promise."

Eddie huffed, moving to pull the keys from the patrol car, that was the last thing he needed stolen. "Fine, but just really quick, alright." He pointed a finger at you. "I don't have long. Go around back."

You practically skipped to the back of the cop car, hidden behind the tall lights and the trees, nestled away from the road.

"Place your hands on the hood of the car." Eddie boomed, loud and authoritative, a tone he only used when arresting someone. You knew he was teasing, but fuck, did it make you throb.

You laid your hands flat over the trunk of the car, pressing your upper half forward. Eddie drooled, eyes trained on the little sundress you had on, catching in your cheeks as you moved. God, how he wanted to drop to his knees and devour you. He missed your taste so much, but not now wasn't the time. No, he'd contain himself for now and indulge later tonight.

Eddie bunched the material of your dress in his hands, shimmying it up your frame. He grinned wolfishly down at you, white knuckled grip on the material. "No panties?" He asked, tone lilting in teasing surprise.

"No, sir." You hummed, craning your neck so you could look over your shoulder at him. "I knew you'd want them off anyways." Your eyes batted at him.

"Bad girl." Eddie smirked, tongue rolling across his bottom lip. "Very, bad." He rasped to himself, eyes glued on your puffy lips, slick and peeking out from between your thighs.

Eddie gripped your cheeks, lifting them so he could reveal your pussy to him, the wet click! sound that your lips made when he pulled them apart made his abs clench, knees shaking.

"Spread 'em, baby." Eddie barked, a little raspier than he would someone he was really arresting, but he settled his black boots between your feet, pushing them so they slid open wider.

You whined, shuffling your feet apart with his, pressing yourself further into the hood of the car. Your ass was out, presented to him, drooling pussy and bare skin all for his taking. Eddie swallowed hard.

"You gotta be quiet, alright?" Eddie smirked, unzipping himself. He'd have to make this work, needed to be able to respond quickly if need be. "Can't get me caught when I'm supposed to be catching teenagers hooking up out here. How bad would that be?" Eddie chuckled, freeing his cock and pulling it through his zipper.

You giggled, airy and light, eyes already glossed with lust. Your hips wiggled in anticipation. "'M ready, Mr. Officer." You purred, feeling the tip of his fat head rub through your folds.

Eddie pushed into you, tight from the lack of foreplay. Normally, he'd work you open with his fingers, get you relaxed with a couple of orgasms before trying to fit himself in.

You groaned at the stretch, burning but your velvety walls clamped down on him, nonetheless. You groaned, low in your chest, vibrations rattling through you and onto the cop car. Eddie let out a straggled breath, hips flush to your ass, grinding into the fatty flesh there the way you liked.

Eddie pulled back, thrusting into you, deep and filling, leaving your eyes rolling back. "Oh!" You cried out, a straggled gasp leaving your lips.

Eddie started to move, long and slow thrusts that had you crying out. He pulled you up, hand cupping your jaw and moving you so your back was to his chest, his big hand covering your mouth. "Shh, baby, gotta-fuck- be quiet." Eddie hissed in your ear.

Your eyes rolled back, his head jabbing a spot deep inside of you at the new angle, a spot that was making you drench with every stroke, knees shaking. You moaned and whimpered against his hand, feeling his hot breath ghosting over your jaw and cheek, tiny grunts and huffs in your ear. You loved it when he'd moan so you could hear. You'd record it and play it on a loop if you could, hearing his tiny whines when he was close, breath hitching and catching, and his pitch rising.

"Fuck, baby, I-I'm close." Eddie grunted, jaw clenched as he tried to control himself. He was a little embarrassed to admit how easily he was coming undone, but fuck, it had been a while. And your pussy was enticing, felt like heaven with every clench of your wet walls strangling his cock.

You moaned against his hands, Eddie feeling you get a little heavier against him, slipping down him. He knew you were close. Using his free hand, Eddie slid his hand down your hip, snaking down between your legs, using two fingers to rub at your clit.

You cried out, still loud even with his hand muffling the sound, knees wobbling and locking a little, before you came, hard and unforgiving over Eddie's cock. You felt yourself fall against the truck of the car, the cool metal exterior pressing to your cheek, while Eddie jackhammered into you from behind chasing out his own high.

Eddie was so close, he could taste it. Abs clenched, toes curling, eyes rolling back, his cock punching your womb deeply, cock twitching deep inside you; so close.

The wail of a siren had him stopping, eyes snapping open and blurred vision clearing. He looked around seeing the familiar lights shine red and blue, jarring and unmistakable, while Hopper's car slowly crunched over the gravel.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit." Eddie was out of you in a second, scrambling to shove his cock back in his pants, turning away so he could try and pull himself together, with fumbling shaking hands.

You had pulled down your dress, hand smoothing over the mussed back of your head, while you stood rigidly to face Hopper.

"Well," Hopper sighed heavily, slamming the door to his car. "Guess I know why there's still a problem out here." He frowned at Eddie.

Eddie swallowed hard, brown eyes wide and alert, a deer caught in headlights. "Turns out my officer I sent to patrol is the horny bastard who keeps hooking up out here."

"Hop, I-"

"Save it, Munson." Hopper held up his hand, shaking his head. "I got a call about a disturbance down by Skull Rock, dispatch tried to get you and no response. Thought something had happened, so I came to check it out, and..." Hopper's eyes flashed from you to Eddie, before frowning deeply in disapproval. "I see now that you were busy."

You cringed, looking at Hopper with a round eyed, pleading look. "It really was my fault. I-I came here and-"

"I really don't need the details of that, thank you." Hopper said sarcastically, cutting you off with an eye roll.

"Munson, finish out your shift, then tomorrow, my office. First thing." Hopper barked, glaring at him.

"Alright, Hopper." Eddie grumbled, shoulders deflating at the threat.

Hopper scoffed, pulling his door open. "And you two stop fucking outdoors, alright? That's still against the law, and you should know better." He pointed at Eddie, thick brows furrowed and mean.

You watched Hopper drive away, nervously turning to Eddie. "Well, this is fucking great." Eddie scoffed. "I'm going to get written up and have to do fuckin' cross walk duty for a week, and I have blue balls still." He growled, hands motioning down towards his crotch.

You bit back a giggle, tucking your chin to hide your smile. Eddie's eyes flashed at your dangerously, dark and playful. "You think this is funny, huh? This is your fault, you little minx." He growled, teeth barring at you.

"I'm sorry, really." You smirked at him. "I was just trying to help you out."

"Yeah? Well, just you wait baby." Eddie pointed a finger at you, stepping closer to close in the space between the two of you. His eyes were dark, still lust blown from earlier, a little meaning when they peered at you down the slop of his nose. "You're in for it when I get home."

You giggled with excitement, his arms wrapping around you, teeth nipping at your bottom lip in a playful bite that had you squealing. A car whizzed by, blaring loud music and heading towards the lake. The teenagers from the complaint, no doubt.

Eddie sighed, resting his forehead against yours for a moment. "Duty calls, Officer." You grinned cheekily.

"Yeah, can't wait." Eddie huffed, heavy boots stomping towards the car. "See you when I get home?"

You nodded. "I'll be waiting on you." You batted your eyes up at him.

Eddie grinned. "Good. Get ready for me. Wear that little lacy thing I like, alright?" He winked at you, ducking back into the patrol car. "Stay outta trouble until then, you hear?" He threw out at you playfully.

You laughed, opening your own car door. "I'll try. No promises." You jested, shrugging with a wide grin.

Eddie smirked, flicking on his lights and peeling out towards the lake. You watched him drive away, legs still a little shaky from before, pressing together at the thought of what awaited when he got home.

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riddles-n-games · 22 days

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Let It Hurt

Pairing: Avery and Jameson Summary: A rewrite of Ch. 54 in the first book. Alternate take post first kiss at the Wayback Cottage where Avery is more angsty and doesn't let Jameson go that easy. Length: Moderate Story Type: Rewrite

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A/N: Hi guys! I'm sooo excited to be posting this one. It's been a long time in drafts and I was lost with how to continue it but I just know I really wanted Avery to be hurt but accidentally didn't try hard enough to make Jameson stop kissing her again. This gets deeper in their feelings and so it kinda makes Jameson sound like he's his THL self but still in line with his TIG self as well. Enjoy!

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Kissing him felt like fire. He wasn't soft or sweet, the way he had been while washing away the blood and dirt. I didn't need soft or sweet. This was exactly what I needed.

Maybe I could be what he needed, too. Maybe this didn’t have to be a bad idea. Maybe the complications were worth it.

He pulled back from the kiss, his lips only an inch away from mine. “I always knew you were special.”

I felt his breath on my face. I felt every last one of those words. I’d never thought of myself as special. I’d been invisible for so long. Wallpaper. Even after I’d become the biggest story in the world, it had never really felt like anyone was paying attention to me. The real me.

“We’re so close now,” Jameson murmured. “I can feel it.” There was an energy in his voice, like the buzzing of a neon light. “Someone obviously didn’t want us looking at that tree.”

What?

He went to kiss me again, cupping my cheek in his hand and with my heart sinking, I sadly wasn’t fast enough to turn my head away as his mouth connected with mine. I couldn't stop the lone tear that slid down my face. The shock of his words only started to hit me then and I wished it didn’t hurt so much but it did, even as I subconsciously reciprocated the kiss.

For a moment, I tried to will the hurt away, to pretend that this was what it was like to get kissed by a boy that liked me. I hated that his body felt snug against me and how it felt right. We didn’t actually like each other in that way, he just needed me to solve his grandfather’s last mystery and then I’d be discarded. I was no Emily but then, I never would want to be her anyway.

She was a life lesson of what not to be; a spoiled little girl who was more trouble than she was worth, got everything she wanted and got away with anything. Even if something was most definitely her fault, somehow everyone else was responsible. Well, the princess fell from the tower at some point. But even though I was tired of being associated with a dead girl that was six feet below the ground in a grave, I was continuously being dealt that card to no avail.

The biggest irony of all was that I was in the house where her presence was most felt, like the ghost of her was overhead, hovering behind me, following my every move.

When he pulled away, I pushed at his chest and turned on my heel, trying to put as much distance between us. Hearing him grunt in surprise was only the tiniest bit satisfying as I made my way back to the room. There was some muffled mumbling that sounded an awful lot like “deserved that” but even so I didn’t care.

I stopped at the beds and looked from one to the other. Which was hers? As I took in every fine detail of the quilt, my hand subconsciously went to my chest, ghosting over the pattern of the wound. I was in a dead girl’s room. I was almost killed tonight. There had been wood in my chest, there could have been a bullet buried there instead. Jameson could have been hurt or killed; if the bullet had ricocheted, it easily could have hit him.

Both of us could have come out of this very differently if it weren’t for those “hadn’t beens”. But Jameson didn’t seem to see it that way. No, because he was busy thinking about a tree. Anger flared inside me at the reminder. I understood he had laser focus but I thought he had room for a little bit of empathy and logic.

My mind shot to alertness when I heard nearby shuffling until I realized it was coming from the bathroom and heard him step into the bedroom. I crossed my arms and kept my eyes trained on the bedpost in front of me, not letting myself look up when I knew he was right behind me. He sighed softly.

“Heiress?” I didn’t reply. Another sigh. “Look, I know I came off as in-

“I could’ve been shot.”

“Pardon? I didn’t-”

“I said I could’ve been shot.” I spun around, catching him blink in surprise. “Shot, Jameson. Do you know what that means?” I stared at him sharply for a long moment before he looked aside, something like guilt or shame evident on his face. “I just inherited your family’s stupidly big fortune which made me a target of basically everyone related to you and anyone else in the world that made me their problem. I could have been killed. You could have been. Don’t you get that?”

He looked up again and tilted his head, giving me a small wry smile. “Don’t worry about me, Heiress. A bullet still wouldn’t stop me.” My jaw dropped; he was still attempting humor.

“A-Are you being serious right now? Do you hear yourself?” He stayed silent. “Oren just pulled a chunk of wood out of my chest and if things had worked out a little differently, he could have been pulling out a bullet. Same goes for you. And meanwhile you’re over here thinking about a damn tree? This mystery, us running around acting like we’re Mystery Inc, you figuring out why your grandfather chose me, it’s all meaningless to you if I die. And if you got shot, your family would be out for me, we both know that much. And then what? Not everything is a game, Hawthorne.”

“Perhaps you’re right but that’s just it, MG. If Emily taught me anything, it’s that everything is a game. Even this.” I was about ready to throttle him. But I withheld and rolled my eyes, laughing anxiously instead. “Jameson, get real. Emily’s dead, I almost died, your grandfather is dead, you’re not one of the heirs, your family hates me, the inheritance is not in the rightful hands, and now someone is after me. This is reality for me and you right now. This isn’t in your head. Life comes with risk, I know, but this isn’t a game.”

That elicited a reaction. His jaw got tight and his eyes narrowed. “You don’t think I know that Heiress? Unfortunately, my grandfather raised us treating everything like a damn game from the moment we could talk and think. Don’t pretend you even know the beginning of my life story, we’d be here all day.”

“And I’m not. But you are acting like what just happened is something to push aside. Newsflash, it can’t be. I can get you pretending that covering me with yourself in the woods, cleaning my wound, our kiss doesn’t matter but not my life or yours being on the line for some stupid mystery. That’s all I ask.” That’s when it hit me. “Why do you act like that? Like you don’t matter?”

I caught the panic in his eyes when they widened for a brief second as he turned away from me and ran a hand through his hair, sighing deeply. He’d been doing that a lot. After a long pause he spoke. “Because I’ve done worse. There’s a lot of things from my past that I’m not proud of. Things with Gray, things with Emily, things with Xan and Nash, the old man…” I put a hand on his shoulder. He side-eyed me and smirked knowingly. “If you’re expecting for this to turn into a confession, you’re going to be sorely disappointed.”

This time I sighed and shook my head. “No, I don’t. I don’t expect you to say anything you’re not comfortable sharing. But Jameson? We’ve all done things we’re not proud of, don’t be so hard on yourself for that.”

He turned his head toward me fully and the smirk turned into his signature crooked grin. “Don’t pity me, Heiress. Self loathing is a very good look for me.” But I saw the sadness in his eyes and something about it gave me a hollow feeling, like he’d been holding it in for so long. Yet that didn’t last either. “I know what you’re thinking and contrary to what you believe, I deserve it. Call it my role in the family.”

My hand slid from his shoulder and swiped at the mussy hairs stuck to my forehead. Then, I sidestepped him to pace around the room. I wasn’t sure how much more beating around the bush I could take.

“I thought that was my thing,” he said. I glared at him in passing. “What? Did I say something wrong?”

“Can you just let me think in silence for a second? I mean, would it kill you to stop making everything a joke?”

“Hey, this wasn’t ever going to be a pity party, Heiress. Not my style. I’ve been honest about that mu-”

“Stop it! Just… stop.” I walked over to him and took his hands in mine. “Look at me, Jameson.” He did, surprisingly. I lowered my voice and spoke gently. “I know you’re not okay. I know you’re sad. You have been for a long time. It’s caused you deep pain, I’ve felt that way, too.” I felt him go very still and for a long minute, he was quiet.

He exhaled shakily and his eyes were averted. There was the rawness again. “I’m not very good at this, Avery. I’m terrible at hurting.”

Avery. He said my name; that’s when I knew he meant it. I let go of his hands and cupped his face in mine which made him meet my gaze. I felt like crying just seeing his misery. “I know you are. You can take all the time you need. But you can’t fix the issue by avoiding it.”

Jameson inhaled sharply and rose to his full height, shaking his head again and went to stand against the wall. “I can’t. I’m sorry but I can’t.” His voice had gone so quiet, I could barely hear him. I followed after him and while I stopped just far enough that he had some space, I still reached an arm out and placed my hand on his back. He flinched slightly but didn’t tell me to move it and I didn’t retract either.

“Look, I’m sorry that this might be pushing you too far.” He didn’t say anything. “You can be mad at me like I am at you for tonight but in truth, I think you’re just mad at yourself.” His head tilted to my side and I saw his mouth open but I plowed on. “You don’t have to tell me anything about your past. You don’t have to clarify. We can pretend everything else is a game. But not this. You matter Jameson and hate me for telling you that but that’s something you’ll have to eventually admit to yourself. It doesn’t have to be out loud with anyone around. It just has to be you admitting to yourself that you matter because you do.”

“I-”

“And I know this sounds worse but there are people who care about you: your brothers, your Nan, your aunt, I think, and you know, I’d even say me. You matter to me, Jameson. I may not know too much about you but I know a bleeding heart when I see one, especially one who hates themselves. I’ve been there myself, Libby too.” That’s when I heard the broken laugh.

“You really don’t know when to quit, do you?”

I shook my head. “Nope, why do you think I’m still here?” He turned around and leaned on the wall, eyes red and hair covering his right eye but he was smiling that crooked smile. It was raw and edgy but it looked good on him.

My stomach did a little flip flop. Stop it, now’s not the time. I stepped closer to him, swiping at the forelock but when I pulled my arm back, he gently wrapped his fingers around my wrist and tugged me to him. I shuffled forward a little more till I was practically leaning on him and his other hand went to my hip. The hand that was entwined with his was resting on his chest and it seemed like he was mindlessly rubbing circles into the back of my hand, as if distracting himself. We stayed in silence for a few minutes which seemed to stretch into an hour. Finally, Jameson spoke up.

“Listen, Heiress, I owe you an-”

“I forgive you.”

He shook his head. “Nuh-uh-uh. Not so fast. You got to give your little speech without interruptions. Now that I am in the mood to talk, you want to interrupt? Tsk-tsk.” I arched an eyebrow at him and he simply winked. His voice lowered, “I’m warning you though, this might be a shitty apology.” Oh, I’m prepared for that. But I didn’t say that out loud, just nodded and waited for him to continue.

“Hmmm-ahh. Hah, I’m already failing this. I’m sorry for what happened back there and here. I know it was serious and could’ve been bad news for both of us.” He looked to my wound and brought a thumb over it, air tracing it but hovered so close to my skin that I could practically feel his touch. “I was worried about you, still am.” Then through his teeth I heard him mutter something more softly. It sounded something along the lines of “Maybe-something-always.” but I couldn’t be sure.

“That wound could have been fatal and I am angry we didn’t spare that but it doesn’t change the fact you’re still here kicking. Avery, if there’s anything I can give you full credit for, it’s your tenacity. I admire that a lot.” I felt a smile tugging at my lips. “About the tree thing, um, that’s how I learned to push away all the bad stuff, by focusing on the next clue. Those Saturday games helped me learn to focus on one thing even when there was something in the back of my mind. And to your final point; you are right. If I got shot or died, Nash would find a way to bring me back just so he could whoop my ass.”

I smirked at the last bit. “I’m sure he would. I could try to protect you, though.”

“Heh, you can try. But I wasn’t wrong when I said this was a game.”

“Jameson…”

“Hear me out. This is a game, a dangerous one and because of the risks and stakes, this,” he pointed to my wound, “is exactly what can happen. People will be out for you, more now than ever. But, if you still want to find out why my grandfather chose you, then the reward is considered higher than the risk. However, that’s up to you. And I can go back myself because I know these grounds.” He stared at me intently and I knew what he implied with the unspoken words. He wants me safe. The feeling warmed me but turned to ice shards because I knew he still wanted to risk himself.

I shook my head. “Jameson, you were with me. I don’t know if that person was potentially after you too. I don’t want you to risk yourself.” What if the bullet strikes its mark this time? I leaned my head against his chest but he didn’t let me be that way for long. He cupped the back of my head and made me look up at him.

“Do you trust me?”

“No.” He smiled.

“Good. But do you trust that we’re a good team?” I bit my lip but nodded in the end. “I can take worse risks, Heiress, and I found ways out of shadier spots. I’ll look through the security logs to find a safe path to the tree, I can promise you that much. Also, tell Oren to block that fireplace entrance in your room.” I nodded frantically. Then, he whispered the quietest I ever heard him. “I know you don’t have reason to trust any of us but me and my brothers don’t have anything against you even though Gray was acting like you’re a conwom-,” I snorted while he briefly smirked but quickly turned serious again, “If there’s anything good the old man taught us it was loyalty to each other no matter the circumstance.”

I nodded again for what felt like the hundredth time. Then, I carefully wrapped my arms around his upper torso and hugged him, burying my head into his shoulder. His went to the small of my back and I felt him rubbing circles into my shirt like earlier. “Thank you, that means a lot. I still think you’re an idiot for wanting to do this but I won’t stop you. I’ll even distract Oren.”

“Great, does that mean I can kiss you again?” I pulled away from him immediately and raised an eyebrow in question. He was smiling cheekily and winked. But his eyes held that same intensity when he was focused and were tempting me. Well? Will you? Before I could think twice, I pulled him down by his hoodie strings and pressed my lips to his hard. Jameson had no trouble catching on and he lifted me up by the thighs, letting me wrap my legs around his waist before readjusting his arms to my back. I also curled my arm around his shoulder and clutched the fabric of his hoodie at his shoulder blade. It was a deep kiss but it was sweet. Ok, so a bit sweet isn’t bad.

When we parted, I was panting but he wasn’t. What a shocker. Instead, he was observing my face and I could imagine what he saw; the cuts, raw and red, scratches from the bark. Before I could ask anything, he leaned close and pressed soft kisses to each one. I closed my eyes. When he kissed my forehead last and he pulled back, I opened them again to find him smiling softly at me. It made me smile too and I didn’t hesitate to lean forward again to give him a light kiss in thanks.

Unfortunately, at that same moment a hushed gasp came from the hall.

A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed that. See you next time. Also, I'm updating my master list of fics so the last few including this one will be there for you.

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retardedpsyche · 5 months

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Behold...

MY RETARDED MARWARE SHIP ART + SHORT FIC!!!!!!!

My brain has thoroughly decayed,,, so here you guys go. :3 This is a Tumblr exclusive, unless this does well. I'm considering making a full fic about this ship on AO3 and-- it hurts ;-;;

Here's the silly drawing...

Anyway, as promised: Here's the fic :P (also yes I colorpicked the N64 mario XDDDD)

As the fat italian plumber wrapped his thick arms around my lanky body I froze. I had tried to stop him from coming anywhere near me but to no avail. He had caught me by surprise. I was sure he'd kill me right then and there, but - no. Instead he hugged me with an obnoxious ''Yahoo!''. It, puzzled me. My digital eyes trail over to him. I couldn't see his face properly from this angle. Even still, his body language screamed happy. His other leg was raised up as if he was a fairy princess, and his grip on my torso was tight but gentle. My heart raced. I haven't felt this way in ages, if ever. It was weird, I didn't know what to think.

After all, this mans friends despised me. Why would he suddenly greet me in such a manner? Just yesterday they all wanted me dead. What changed? But then again, logic and reasoning wasn't one of his strong suits to begin with.

I slowly pat my hand on his head. I wasn't sure what else to do. He seemed to take it well, looking up at me - gosh, he was so short - and grinning.

''Mario think's you are his new spaghetti!''

-''..What?''

And with that, he turns the channel on my TV head to the spaghetti channel. To be honest, I didn't even know that existed. I grunt, turning my regular face back on. As much as I wanted to hate him, I couldn't help but find his moronic behaviour weirdly cute.

Mario pouts. He pulled away and crossed his arms.

I exhale and slam my hand against my head. An idea pops into my brain, ''You know what?'' I crouch onto his level, ''If you join my brand new TV show, I'll give you all the spaghetti in the world. Deal?''

I knew the rest of the idiot plumbers friends would think worse of me if they found out about this, but... Whatever. It's not like I can ever redeem myself. If atleast one person liked me, I would be okay with that, for now anyway. It's not like someone like me, a selfish bastard would ever be liked again. I was so close to greatness, yet...

''Are you sad?'' The red italian asked suddenly. I didn't realize I was. I guess my stupid expressions I can't control took over. Of course, everything goes wrong. Per usual. I stand up, clearing my throat.

-''Ahem! Of course not. Now, do you accept the offer or not?''

''Okey!'' Mario gives me a thumbsup.

-''Great, now go on, hang out with your friends.'' I turn around to leave, ''Oh! One last thing..'' My voice lowers down to a whisper: ''Try not to tell anyone about this, okay?''

Mario nods enthusiastically and waves goodbye. He runs in the other direction as I began to walk away, thoughts swirling in my head.

#smg4 #smg4 tv adware #smg4 au #smg4 fanart #mr puzzles #puzzlevision #marware #smg4 mario #smg4 mr puzzles #tv adware

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httpskuzuu · 1 year

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Mom I'm tired

I did this while listening to Class of 2013 Live Version on repeat, you can imagine what this is like. (Odio como quedo esto, pero necesitaba desahogarme un poco)

Yandere!Chuuya x Reader

English is not my first language so I am sorry for the spelling mistakes.

tw: kidnapping, yandere, explicit self-harm, blood, suicide attempt.

My head hurt, too much to at least try to lie down and close my eyes. I saw my own wounds, this time I had cut too deep and the blood didn't look like it was going to stop. Normally, I would be in a panic, but not today, not after Chuuya separated me from everything I know. Dying couldn't sound as good as it did now.

"Wake up, please!"

I woke up a few minutes after that, I don't remember what had happened, the only thing I saw in front of me was Chuuya's worried face, was he crying perchance? I didn't know, my vision was too blurry.

Chuuya let out a sigh and the tension in his body slowly went away. One of his hands went on my cheek and cradled my face, the other was holding my arm tightly, in the same place where I had cut myself, it didn't really hurt, it was as if it was anesthetized.

"Stop it." I stammered. I used all my strength to move my arm and try to remove Chuuya's grip on my cuts. "Remove it."

"What do you think you're doing?" Chuuya looks confused, but I don't even want to listen to him. My strength is not enough to remove Chuuya's hand. "Hey, stop, you'll end up bleeding to death."

"Are you listening to me?"

It's all a blur. I don't even remember how, but now I'm in the bathroom, with half my body held over the sink and my cuts under the tap water.

I turned to look at Chuuya. Everything was better now, more or less, I could understand what was going on.

"Darling, what happened? Why did you cut yourself?" I appreciated the thin tears Chuuya had on her cheeks, and his sternly worried expression for me. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Chuuya, I want to go home…"

The faucet shuts off abruptly and the room goes silent. We stare at each other for a few seconds that felt like minutes, his expression slowly turning to an annoyed one.

"We've already had this conversation. Your house is this."

"No, this is not my home. I want to go home." I plead pathetically. I don't know why I keep trying. "I want to be with my family, with my mother-" A sob interrupts me, I don't even know when I started crying. I would give my life for my mother to hold me again, tell me everything would be okay and wash my back.

"Look, uh, I know it can be hard to get used to, but it's for your sake, okay? Everything I do is for your sake." Liar.

"If you're not going to let me go, I want to die."

"Don't say that." His tone turns stern quickly.

"I want you to kill me, please, Chuuya, kill me."

"Stop."

"Kill me, please." I grip Chuuya's hand tightly. He doesn't look me in the eyes.

"Stop."

"I'm begging you, kill me! Don't you want what's best for me? This is what's best for me."

"I'm not telling you again, stop."

"Kill me, Chuuya! Please kill me! Plea-"

A hard slap on my cheek makes me stop. I look at him with wide eyes and he looks at me too. He pulls his hand away from me like he's hurt, he looks surprised, I don't know why, I don't know anything. I let go of his hand and let it go.

Chuuya wraps his arms around me and I heard his faint sobs hidden in my shoulder. My hands hang at my sides, useless.

"… Please don't say something like that again." His grip tightens on me. "You're important to me, you know that, don't you? If you died, I…"

I start to cry harder too, it's inevitable. I want to leave, not home, not anywhere, I just want to leave.

I curl up on Chuuya's shoulder and he strokes my hair. My tears turn into cries, but Chuuya doesn't say anything about it, every now and then he puts his lips on the crown of my head.

I end up getting lost in the thought that my mother is the one who hugs me instead of Chuuya, that she is the one who kisses me tenderly and, when I'm too tired to scream anymore, bandages my arm. That she is the one who carries me into the living room and I just curl up in her arms, that she is the one who makes me sit on the couch and puts on the TV, that she is the one who brings me a glass of water for my sore throat, and that she is the one who hugs me while I watch TV.

But he's not my mother, he's Chuuya, I wish he was, I miss her so much.

I want to leave.

#bsd x reader #bsd x you #yandere #yandere chuuya #yandere chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x y/n #chuuya x reader #chuuya x you #chuuya

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lostinhisworld · 9 months

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find me - RAFE CAMERON

warnings: angst!!!! so much angst. addiction. allusion to death/killing? sad rafe. sad reader. she/her pronouns. breakup. messy writing. unedited. potential for a part 2 with a happy ending? lmk if i missed anything. another draft. drabble

word count: 384

hope you enjoy x

sorry about my lack of posting and request replies. i’ve been feeling really unmotivated and have just gone back to work. i promise i’ll try to get out some new fics/requests soon

the signs had been there all along— pale skin, matching the scattered white powder, thunder storms hiding behind his once bright eyes, sunken skin and shortened temper.

she had tried to ignore them at first, hoping a blind eye would force them away but it only made things worse.

images of him bent over a table, a single finger pressing his left nostril closed as he inhaled his killer, haunted her.

she saw them each time she closed her eyes or stared at her own reflection too long. and again when she tried to admire her boyfriend.

he’d never purposefully hurt her, not even with the drug infecting his body. but she couldn't stand to watch him kill himself any longer.

despite all the love she felt for him, and the love she knew he held for her, she had to leave, if not for herself than for the hope that this would be the boy's motivation to save himself before it were too late.

"i can't love you if you refuse to love yourself." she cried, hands gripping the dock’s railing as she tried to gather strength. she kept her back to him, not yet ready to see the consequences of their actions.

his sobs reverberated off the calm waters, echoing through the otherwise still area. “i don't need to love myself," he pleaded, hands itching to touch the girl— to know if she were real or just another symptom of his disease. “i love you enough that i don't need to."

"you love me enough that i don't need to." he whispered.

the words were spoken as a statement, and any by stander would take them as such. but she knew better than that.

he was asking— begging, for reassurance. something to prove his worst fears wrong.

but she could no longer do that, because while he still believed her to be his guider, she knew she'd already failed. “no, Rafe.” she stated simply, finally turning to look into his eyes.

for the first time in months they weren't red from his addiction, but, instead, from the salty liquid burning his eyes.

his lips, the ones she once couldn't stop staring at, were chapped and bleeding from his teeth nervously scrapping them.

the hands that had treated her body with nothing but kindness and worship, gently caressing her skin, now fidgeted by his sides, straining his joints as he stretched his fingers and clenched his knuckles, repeating over and over like a pre-rehearsed dance.

stepping closer to the body she used to call home, the girl couldn't help her smile as she recalled their before moments. "i’ll always love you, that much we both know,” she started, small hand reaching to brush the hair from his face. “but my love cannot replace your own."

pressing her lips to the boy's cheek, she said her final farewell, "you need to find yourself and you can't do that with me standing in the way."

stepping back, she looked out at the water surrounding them before returning her sight to him. "so find yourself, Rafe. and then, if you can still feel me in your heart, find me.”

#netflix #outer banks #obx #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe x you #rafe fanfiction #rafe x reader #rafe imagine #rafe fic #outerbanks rafe #angst #rafe angst #breakup #rafe x female!reader #rafe x ex!reader #drabble #short fiction

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chaostroberry1 · 3 months

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•° What illusion? •°

Beelzebub × primordial god!M!reader | part 3(?)

Warnings : smut a little after the story and all, and taming.

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"how are you my love? Are you alright? You seem very quiet.."

The young man is brought back to his senses when you spoke. Your hands rubbing his soft shoulders down to his arms, feeling him up. You were both about to make love, it was the perfect time to do so.

It was the first night after you both got married. Of course it came as a surprise to most of the gods who attended (especially Odin), but you didn't care. The night was beautiful, and there was a gentle breeze that snuck into your shared room together, and gorgeous moonlight that made the place a paradise, an escape place just for both of you.

But the thing was, he couldn't focus. Why was that? Because he was afraid. Afraid of the fact that the demon he was cursed with will come out and hurt you. He never knew how strong you were, or if you were capable of going against his curse, that's what made things scarier for him.

"Love, look at me. Are you afraid?" You spoke again, your words making him feel a little tingle of sort. You continued to undress him, planting soft little kisses on his neck, trailing down to his back. A little effort to get him comfortable and ready. "Don't be afraid, I'm right here. I love you too much to let anything get in the way of what we're about to do. Let yourself go, and let me take over."

Before Beelzebub knew it, his love for you increased, and everything went black. Despite his efforts of trying to stop it, he couldn't. With a swift move, a claw pierced deep into your chest, bursting your heart with it's strong grip. The demon who was now in control of Beelzebub's body grinned, until suddenly...

You looked him in the eye. The look on your face was so nonchalant, almost like you didn't care.

Why didn't you die?

"Wha-" before the demon — known as Satan — could even speak, you put your hand on his arm that was sunken into your chest. Your grip was strong and firm, pulling it out without any effort. Satan's eyes widen when he saw your skin stretching itself, closing up the wound that he had created.

Regeneration. It had to be.

"If you don't let go, I'll kill you!" He growled, but you didn't budge. Your grip was stronger than any element in the heaven's, something unbreakable no matter how much power you use to break it.

"Satan was it?"

The demon wasn't smiling anymore. Instead, it was intrigued, but scared at the same time. "Quite hissy, aren't you? What do you want with him? Why wont you let him love freely?" You asked, your voice collected and calming, but holding a bit of annoyance at the interruption. Within seconds, you pinned him down to the bed, using only one hand to trap both of his above his head.

Satan let out another growl, trying to get up, but failing instantly. "Love is nothing but an illusion!! I'm only trying to protect him and myself from something so disgraceful. It's what makes others weak! You people just take what you want and leave!" Hearing those words, you bring your face closer to his neck, inhaling his scent.

It was a serious situation, but you couldn't help but feast your eyes on his pretty body which was now unclothed, ready for your touch. Satan's eyes widen, his cheeks flushing red when you take a nipple into your mouth, making him try to get out of your grip faster. "What a pretty body for a cruel demon." You say, before kissing his neck a running your hand onto his sides.

Before he knew it, you already spread his legs wide open, the robe you gave him was now on the floor, and you didn't allow him to wear anything underneath. You swore you could see invisible heart bubbles floating out of him, which was actually really cute.

"I'll just teach you how nice it feels to love. Got that, pretty?" He stayed silent for a few seconds before suddenly letting out a loud pleasured cry. He was caught off guard with a sudden feeling, his eyes glazed with lust when he looked below, seeing your fingers plunged halfway into him.

"Stop-..stop..jerkkk..." His eyes rolled to the back of his head when you curled your fingers inside, adding one more finger to the rest. When he thought it was over, you took your fingers out, and quickly pulled out your cock, ready for action. Maybe you were being a little too nice with a demon who dared try stopping you from doing something you wanted. Doing something you wanted as in literally doing it.

You leaned your cock in, letting it's precum drip onto him and his entrance, then rubbing it in a circular movement, using it as lube. Soon, you inserted your tip with a few pushes. The demon whimpers as you thrust in and out, before picking up the speed and going faster. What Satan didn't know was that he was suddenly smiling, tears rolling down his eyes. His head was clouded with nothing but thick cock, he was unaware of what he was even thinking or doing at this point.

You placed both hands on each side of his hips while he gripped both his legs, spreading them wide apart and holding them in place, just for you to continue. "Haaaahhh!!" He let out a loud cry when you hit his spot multiple times, pumping him full of seed.

"ah, I've heard about you. Killing people dear to you. But I can't say I'm quite happy that in the end, you ended up falling into my arms as my bride and wife." You said in between thrusts. He couldn't even respond due to the pleasure overload you brought upon him.

After buttering eachother for an hour and a half, you pulled out, wiping yourself with a cloth, making him take you into his mouth. after taking you in his mouth, certainly both of you would stop there right? Wrong. You bend him over and pound him again. This time, making him repeat how much he loved you and swore loyalty to you forever until your name, and cock, was engraved into his brain, being the only thing he could think about.

In the end, you both layed in bed, him on your chest, smiling all happy and fulfilled. Chanting praises and thanks for all you've done to him. "I love you (m/n).....I love you (m/n)....let's do it again tomorrow....and the next day...and the day after that....and everyday....lord (m/n)..."

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Here you go @shibuuuuwu!! I hope this is good 🤭

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theravencawsatmidnight · 2 months

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Part two

Leland Coyle x F! Reader

Summary: reader has been trying to escape the trials since she arrived. One night she stumbles along a house that is out of the way . It is occupied by Leland Coyle and he makes a deal with her: keep his house clean with dinner every night and you can stay here.

W! Not really. Hes just grabby

Coyle was still holding you in his grip with his palm cupping your cheek, his cheeky grin and cigarette inches from your shaking face. The man was so happy, “a new wife. Its about time, this my what 3rd? 4th? Ah it does not matter." The man stood up straight, finally letting you go, “its upstairs, but I'm sure you know that since ya was poking around in here” Coyle gestured to the stairs while removing his hat, belt, and setting his electric prod down on a nearby table. Without a moment to think you ran up the stairs back to the bedroom right into the restroom to spin the shower knob turning it on, your old dirty clothes were shedded within seconds and that alone was a relief for you. You were not putting them back on ever, quickly you stepped into the old tub letting the water hit you as you closed the raggy curtain . “god……..” you sighed with great relief, the pressure of the water was a little finicky but you did not care. Slowly you closed your eyes leaning on the tile wall just letting the warmth take over. After countless nights of sweat, blood and dirt covering you this was the greatest thing in the world right now. While you were washing you were looking around the restroom with your head poked out from the curtain, you spotted Coyle standing there, leaning on the door arms folded and cigarette burning lightly.

“..yes?” you asked a little confused.

“Lookin for something?” he asked while scanning around the room as if to mock you.

“Uhm.. a cloth to wash myself. “ you told him, holding the curtain to your body to cover it. Coyle leaned down, opening the cabinet under the sink to toss you a bright yellow cloth that hit you in the face. ‘Oww..” the cloth fell on your palm and it looked.. Brand new. “Have you used this?” you asked shooting him a look. “Nope” was all he said. “When was the last time you showered?”

“Couldn't tell ya sweetie” the man grinned at you as you rolled your eyes. “Okay come on.” you told him while moving to the side and going back behind the curtain. Coyle removed his shades, setting them on the sink and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror , a little dirty .. okay maybe very dirty.. Its not like being clean was on the mans to do list, all he had to do was scare and kill . nothing else mattered. He ended up staring for a long time… when was the last time he saw himself? The hurt the on the side of his face.. His eyes.. Anything. He never really cared to see any of it. “Hey, Coyle.” you poked your head out again. “Ill do it for you, you don't have to do anything if that makes you feel better. “ Coyle shook his head going to you to whip the curtain open with a grunt. “Comin” was all he said as he undressed to get in behind you. Gently you closed the curtain again and turned around with the cloth in your hand to see him looking very grumpy while you stared at his face with big curious eyes. You knew Coyle had gone through some things here in the trials but you never got an up close look at what had been done to him. He was human just like you, maybe that's what made you less scared right now. “Okay, ill start you first then me okay?” you told him as you reached to the side pulling a never opened bottle of soap off the side of the tub that said Murkoff Suds on it. As you were washing him up Coyle would reach over to squeeze your chest or rear only to get no reaction really from you. Instead he got a giggle and sometimes a “ easy there, im not done yet and i need to wash that hand” from you. He continued to grab you everywhere and it all just tickled. “Listen, I have a question?” you said as you scrubbed his chest for him freeing it of all the dirt and what not. Coyle clicked his teeth to smack your rear and grab it with force. “Yea sweetie?” he said as he moved his palm all around. “Uhm.. you said Murkoff delivers food to you? Have you ever requested something special? “ you asked him while fidgeting around since his hand was still roaming around. “Nope, dont care too” he told you. “But if ya wanna leave a note for them to pick up tomorrow morning go for it, if they do you wont get the stuff till the following day” the cloth in your hand was brought to your chest with hesitation, “uhm..” Coyle just rolled his eyes, moving his hand away to tilt your chin up . “i told ya they dont care, and i'm very sure they replaced ya by now, just leave it” you nodded once with a long sigh. “Okay,” if they did want to remove you from the home then.. At least the shower was nice.

After washing up you both got out of the shower, you pulled your panties back on leaving the rest on the floor. These clothes held too many nightmares, too many stories… instead you just went to the bed ready to fall on it when you stopped yourself to really look at it. “Its fine .. damn weirdo. “ he told you as he tossed a light blue shirt to you. Coyle was in some red checkered boxers and a tank top, he threw himself on the bed groaning loudly. “Mm.. okay.” you crawled into the bed on the free side feeling your muscles and head relax.”not so bad…” you said quietly. “I know, now shut up.” Coyle rolled to his side with his back to you. “In the morning i leave, back by i dont know maybe 10. I expect a clean house and dinner” he told you while staring out the window . Usually he would be all over his new wife , making her do whatever he wanted. But he could not get that image of himself out of his head… you managed to drift off not long after leaving Coyle alone with his thoughts.

Coyle left early morning like he said, he was putting on his hat getting ready to walk out the door when he stopped to roll his eyes. “Oh fuck me” he stomped up the stairs to check on you one last time to see you asleep. He stomped back downstairs leaving for real this time for the trials. You woke up a little later, it was a decent sleep, your nerves got the better of you a few times, waking you up to make sure you were still alive but besides that…it was an alright sleep. You got up, took a fast shower, got dressed and found a washing machine and dryer downstairs in a small room only there was no soap. “Mm… oh the supplies.” quickly you made your way to the back door peeking out the window to see a basket . slowly you opened the door, hoping nothing would stab you in the chest. You snatched the basket up, closing the door to see a can of beans, bread, butter and nothing else. “Okay.. pen.. Pencil…” after going through some draws you finally found a pencil and began writing down what you wanted on an old piece of tan cardboard you found. “Food, cleaning supplies….clothes. “ with a sigh you place the basket back on the doorstep with the cardboard in it . “Hopefully I'm still alive tomorrow” you told yourself as you started to clean up the house.

At the trials Coyle was a little lost in his head, having a new wife should be exciting… Why was he not excited.. He was at first but you seem different to him, a weirdo yea but different. The constant screaming , door slamming, pleading for lives filled his head drowning out any thoughts he had of you making him shake his head while biting into his smoke. Its not like he can tell anyone about what's happening either. He kicked a mannequin out of his way while he made his way down the hall to the main office room. “Gooseberry would just want to meet her and .. that damn guy with the shotgun would just kill her.’ he told himself over and over. He needed to get it together or the scientists would notice a change in his behavior, what the hell were you up to he wondered.

Meanwhile you were outside in the front yard gathering up some trash, the body parts freaked you out along with the puddles of blood but you would usually close your eyes as you tossed the items into the trash bag. “Ew ew ew …” was all you said. Back in the Murkoff building the basket was set on a table with the note not in it. One of the scientists was holding the piece of cardboard looking at it over and over as if he was seeing things. “Is Easterman here today?” he called out to anyone within hearing distance hoping to get an answer. After a few minutes the man walked into the room with one of his men with him. “In here? Thank you” he said politely dismissing the man with him. “Called for me?” he asked approaching the scientist who handed him the cardboard. “You need to read this, Coyle never leaves things in the basket we bring him every day” he told him quickly.

Easterman flipped the cardboard over then back to the front reading it over. “Can you please include more food, cleaning supplies, soap. And… womens clothes….?” the mans smirk traveled up his cheek as he let out a loud laugh. “What's that man doing? Do we have cameras in that area?” he asked as the scientist nodded, going to his desk to fiddle with the keyboard, changing the screens on the tv to the house. “Yes. just one.” said the man. Easterman and the scientist looked closely at the black and white screen to see you outside cleaning up. “Oh how interesting… which Regent is that?” “uhm… oh 47. She never returned yesterday. I think it was, figured she was dead.” Easterman turned to the note again trying to hold in his chuckle. “Hes playing house. Ill send someone to grab what she needs, maybe a notebook and pen too” “sir? Should we do nothing ? shes living in the trials.” the man waved his hand going to the exit. “Give her what she wants, Coyle will kill her soon enough. “ he told him as he left the room leaving the scientist confused.

It was nearly time to leave and Coyle was walking back to the house with his head up to stare at the pitch black walls around him that seemed to go on forever. It had been a very long time since he saw the sun, or a cloud. The first thing he noticed was the yard looked better and appeared to be swept revealing an old walkway that led to the door. The house did look better for the most part, Coyle never cared how it looked so he left it as is for a while and it eventually got dirty and messy. But now it was clean ish, the couch was in the corner of the room towards the left, the coffee table he always threw his dirty boots on was clean but still had some stains on it that would need soap , the rug needed a deep clean but the walls were freshly washed. He spotted a little box of his dirty clothes in the corner by the laundry room, he assumed it was supposed to be a dirty laundry basket. Ditching his dirty coat, pants and hat into the box the man dropped his electric prod on the coffee table along with his sunglasses and pack of smokes. He could smell food… coming from the kitchen. It smelled like the beans he was always sent and …something else. Going in he saw the beans cooked on an old plate with the bread baked and butter melting off of it, along with you asleep at the table with your arms on it to rest your head on . “still here.. Not dead huh?” Coyle said under his breath taking a chair next to you waking you up. He got a sleepy smile from you. “Welcome home.. I just made it, and it should still be hot. “ was all you said after letting out a yawn. He said nothing, just started eating and it tasted .. amazing. He had this nearly every day. How was it different now? Beans don't just change taste and the bread.. He never baked it, just ate it as it was . And he never thought to melt the butter on it, instead he would toss it in the trash. He was speechless as he ate this food. “I know.. Its not much but I asked for more so ..” your gaze went from him to the table to your hands that were fidgeting. “Did you eat?” he finally said and it made you look right up with wide eyes. “No uhm.. This was all they sent.” Coyle rolled his eyes . “When was the last time you did hm?” “i.. I dont remember but im okay i pro-” Coyle pulled your chair over picking you up and setting you on his lap “ eat something or i'm pushing you down the stairs” . “ah! Uhm… okay i uh. Thank you” you picked up his fork and Coyle wrapped an arm around your hips to feel around you and be all grabby. “Whatever.” was all he said while he watched you eat.

#coyle x reader #leland coyle x reader #the outlast trials #leland coyle

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whumpshaped · 9 months

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deer anon asked:

It's me, ya bitch, back at it again with more horrible whump ideas. Very please that so far, you have entertained my shenanigans, because thus far, my cat has been the only one to sit through my horrendous ideas, and she is indeed, quite poor company.

Characters infected with something, characters who know they're going to lose their mind or change into something vile and violent, characters who know that they need to leave their team behind now before they try to kill them and before their team has no choice but to destroy them. Characters who can't leave their team (or family, lovers, friends...) for various reasons. Characters spitting out their lungs over the floor while staring at those they love, begging them to just kill them before it's too late.

And those who love them realizing that their only choice is to shoot their best friend.

Everybody hurts, nobody wins, the world sucks, and I really need to start posting all my ideas on my own blog but BOY do I love seeing what you manage to do with em 😅

Follow up to my 'slowly becoming a monster' ask because it popped into mind just as I hit send:

Whumpee's/infected char's loved ones choosing to instead cage/restrain them until they can find a way to save them.

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tw body horror, nonhuman whumpee, whumpee turned whumper, bad caretaker, guns, infection whump, forced to hurt

"Please!" Whumpee screamed, voice so scratchy and distorted that if Caretaker hadn't been looking straight at them, they would've never guessed it was their friend speaking. They could hardly believe it, even like this. "I don't know how long... I can keep this thing at bay... It wants to– It wants to kill– It wants to kill you–"

"You'd never hurt me," Caretaker said tearily. "I know you wouldn't."

"But it would. Caretaker, this isn't... this isn't me." Whumpee shivered, then coughed, and Caretaker couldn't even look at the fresh blood splatter on the floor. "Please. Please, let me go out as... somewhat myself. Before I hurt you. I don't want to hurt you," they pleaded between two sobs.

"I... I can't." They couldn't even raise the gun. Couldn't even take aim. It was too much. "I can't kill you. I can't. We can still find a way to reverse this–"

Whumpee lunged before they could react. They tore the gun out of their hand and shoved the barrel into their own mouth, ready to end it all– but their attempt was interrupted by a violent coughing fit that made them drop the weapon. Caretaker snatched it up immediately and took several steps back, their heart hammering in their chest as they realised just how close they'd come to losing Whumpee.

"Just fucking do it, goddammit!" Whumpee yelled, but they sounded weaker than before. Their speech was becoming... garbled and difficult to understand, and the involuntary muscle spasms came quicker and quicker, one after the other until Whumpee was but a convulsing mess on the floor.

Caretaker wanted to help. They wanted to turn them onto their side and make sure they didn't choke, or whatever the protocol was in this situation, they couldn't even remember, what if they made it worse– But they never got the chance.

Whumpee's body changed within seconds. Their skin tore and their bones cracked as the infection forced them into a new shape, their limbs bending in unnatural ways and taking on an entirely new appearance. Their back split open with a sickening squelch, several tentacles sprouting from the wound like an octopus was trying to escape from inside.

Caretaker screamed and tried to run off, but something wrapped around their ankle and made them trip. The thing yanked them back effortlessly, and they soon found themself trapped under Whumpee's new, monstrous body, with rows of sharp teeth uncomfortably close to their throat.

"Stop!" they shrieked, but the creature — their friend — showed no signs of understanding them. "Whumpee, stop it! Please! Stop!"

Drops of saliva landed on their cheeks as the thing gnashed its teeth and prepared to tear their throat out, and Caretaker acted on instinct. The sound of the gun going off was unbearably loud, rivalled only by the pained cry of the monster. It was an utterly inhumane sound that grated on Caretaker's ears, and they wasted no time getting away from it. They didn't turn to look where the bullet had hit it.

They opened the door and slammed it shut as soon as they were outside, but Whumpee, or what had remained of them, crashed into it within the next second. Its arm broke through the wood and managed to scratch Caretaker, making them yelp and give up on the idea that locking the stupid thing would do anything.

They had to run. They had to run fast.

They weren't even at the stairs when the thing got out, and the way it moved sounded like the biggest spider was chasing them down. They jumped over several steps while blindly shooting backwards, only guessing that some of the bullets had hit from the way the monster shrieked.

"I'm sorry!" they cried. "Whumpee, please! Leave me alone! I'm sorry!"

The creature was faster than them, and in a last ditch effort, Caretaker spun around and tried to aim for its head. They should've honoured Whumpee's wish. They should've done this while their friend was still human. They were the worst fucking friend.

Bang.

It collapsed in a heap not too far from Caretaker, too many limbs twitching with entirely too much life for something that had been shot this many times. It was still growling and groaning, and... Caretaker suddenly had an outlandish idea.

If it wasn't dying... If it was just incapacitated... If it could be dragged around safely... The basement door was solid metal... There was some rope in the garage...

They looked at the monster's gruesome face and thought of Whumpee's soft features. What if they could still undo this? What if they could bring them back? What if Whumpee's consciousness was still in there, trapped and waiting to be freed?

"I'll help," Caretaker choked out. "I'll help you. I'll make this right. I'll– I'll get you back. I swear."

#asks #deer anon #whump #whump drabble #body horror #nonhuman whumpee #whumpee turned whumper #bad caretaker #guns #infection whump #forced to hurt

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Y/n's age: 15

Warnings: sh, suicide, depression

A/n: don’t come at me for the lyrics n stuff

Y/n's POV:

"Take me to the rooftop"

It's the 1st of December, 2 days before her birthday. She doesn't even talk to me anymore, my own mother, only cause I got Peter hurt. It wasn't even my fault he was the one that got in my was as I was fighting.

I miss my mom, I miss when she would hug me, when she would sing to me, when she would teach me new things, when she would tell me everything will be okay, when she would sleep next to me after I had a nightmare.

Oh I miss that.

"I wanna see the world when I stop breathing"

It's one of Tony's party's, everyone is here, like everyone. I see her with Peter, laughing, like we used to. I walked over to the balcony and let the cold winter air touch my body, I sighed and looked at the city lights.

That's when I feel someone put an arm on my shoulder "hey kiddo I haven't seen you in a while" it was Bucky "oh yeah, how have you been uncle buck?" I asked with a light smile, "I've been good kid, I heard what happened with you and Nat" he said and my smile faded and I looked down.

"Hey, I know you were trying to fight and didn't mean to hurt the kid, I believe you" he said and nodded not believing him "Bucky!" I hear a female voice yell and we both looked.

It was my mom, she gave me a dirty look and waved to Bucky to come over to them.

"Better hurry, 'cause I'm leaving soon"

As soon as he left me I ran back to my room, I didn't care if people saw me running I just needed to leave. I went straight to my bathroom and grabbed it, I didn't care if I was nearly 3 months clean I need to feel something.

I rolled up my selve and saw my faded scars.

I opened the bag and saw them, I was shaking and I didn't even know. I grabbed the blade, I looked at it for a while before I dragged it across my skin. I sighed at the feeling and pushed down, I felt the pain and pulled the blade away from my skin I looked at my arm and saw blood dripping down my arm and the realised I pushed it to hard.

I grabbed my first aid and started looking for what I needed to wrap my arm up.

"Sorry can't save me now"

I finished wrapping up my arm and walked out of my bathroom to grabbed a hoodie, I picked her one, it still smelt like her. I put it on and hummed to myself, I walked over to my bed and got in it and as soon as I did someone knocked on my door.

"Come in?" I yelled, and the door opened and I saw someone with blonde hair and soon realised it was auntie Lena, "auntie Lena?" "Don't 'auntie Lena' me, how could you do that to the kid?" She said coldly and I looked at her.

"Don't say I'm all that matters"

"You really don't believe me?" I asked "no why would I? After what you're mo- Nat said" she said and when she said 'Nat' instead of 'mom' my heart broke "what did she say now?" I asked and looked at her "a lot" she said and walked out

I didn't even realise I was crying, i felt them falling down my neck.

"Sorry there's no way out"

It's the 2nd of December, and around 10:30 in the morning. Everyone is up and in the kitchen having breakfast, I walked into the hallway of the kitchen and heard my mom talking to Lena "she could've killed him" I heard Lena say "well she's lucky she didn't or I would've killed her" I heard tony say and Nat chuckled

As I heard this I was about to throw up, they are sick. I didn't even touch him for crying out loud, I turned back and ran straight to my room and changed.

I changed into a some jeans and a hoodie, I grabbed my phone and headphones and left my room. I made it to the exit of the compound and walked out, I started walking, and I didn't even know where I was going just letting the wind take me somewhere.

"But down"

I've been out all day, my phone ended up dying so I couldn't listen to music and just walked around this park, it's pretty dark out now so I thought I should go back but it's not like they noticed I was gone anyways.

Until I heard people yelling my name "Y/n!" I heard a male voice and looked back and saw Bucky and he looked at me with a worried face, "y/n where have you been ?!" I heard a female voice and looked and saw it was Nat.

I ignored her and ran to Bucky "we thought you got kidnapped or something" Bucky said worriedly "sorry my phone died" I said and Bucky smiled lightly and Nat rolled her eyes

"I could be in bed reading now, but we had to come look for you" she said and I shrugged "I was gonna come home soon" I mumbled, "okay let's go to the car" Bucky said and they both started walking and I turned around and walked the other way

"What are you doing y/n?" Bucky asked "walking home?" I hummed "no get in the car" he said and I sighed, and walked towards them to the car.

"Call my friends and tell them that I love them"

We made it back to the compound and I went straight to the elevator and went to my room, it's time, I grabbed all my notes I made and the pills.

I laid all the notes on my bed, I put Nats one as the very first and placed everyone else's next to hers. I was walked out of my room and went into the elevator I took the pills, knowing they'll kick in soon.

What I didn't know is that there were people up on the roof but not near me, yet.

I sat on the edge of the rooftop and looked down, I sighed opening my phone case, seeing the little blade behind a polaroid of me and Wanda. I rolled up my selves of my hoodie and dragged the little blade across my skin like I did the night before, I tried to push down hard to feel it but I couldn't.

"And I'll miss them, but I'm not sorry"

I hummed as I stood up, dropping the blade on the floor. I felt dizzy, like I could fall over the edge at any second. I heard muffled voices behind me and I turned to look but lost my balance and fell off the building.

I smiled as I fell, but saw Wanda standing there and using her powers doing something, before I could see her do something everything went black

#natahsa romanoff #angst #natasha romanoff angst #listen before I go

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angel-of-the-moons · 1 year

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Nothing Is Lost

Khonshu x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Descriptions of the events of previous chapter, death, lying to cops, bloooood

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: A shortish chapter; I cannot forgive myself for my wildly inconsistent upload schedule. I'll take a break to try and go through some of the requests backed up in my inbox! (Y'all really like Pavitr 😂) But for some reason writing this story is just so eeeeaaasy asdfghjkl

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Chapter 3:

Knowhere

It had been three days since that weird, shitty night.

Three days since you had to explain to your boss and coworkers a watered down version as to why your face was busted and bruised.

Three days since you saw in the news that the man who tried to rape you was in fact dead, and whatever hit him left him in that alley for a homeless man to find the next morning.

Three days since you kept the secret about what really killed him, or the cops would arrest you for murder, or lock you up in a mental ward.

Three days since you came home after the assault, stared at that statue... and saw your mace and taser were laying at the feet of the stone idol.

You had left them on your dresser. You were absolutely sure of it.

You still couldn't wrap your head around it.

What had happened? Like... seriously?

There's no-fucking-way a literal god decided to pop down from wherever the fuck He lived to come and save your stupid little human ass because you offered up some half-assed prayer and left some shitty offering.

No way would a god care that much about a little nobody like you.

Unless...

Then again....

This "Khonshu" might not have many worshippers anymore. After all, when was the last time you saw a church dedicated to an Egyptian god instead of the "mainstream" religions with only "One True" god?

So, maybe your prayer...

Agh! It still didn't explain what happened to you! What happened to that guy!

You found out in the paper that the man had actually been convicted of rape in the past, was on parole for one of them, and was a suspect in four more committed since his parole. So it's not like he was some random citizen who was drunk or just decided to go out and commit a crime...

Society as a whole was better because of it. Some women got closure in the knowledge he wasn't out there hurting other women, anymore. That he couldn't hurt them anymore.

But you still remembered the sound the bones in his face made when they were crushed. You remembered the blood pouring out of his nose and ears. The gurgling noise he made...

The only blessing was since that night, your dreams had a shift.

You were no longer standing in a void, bleeding a macabre river from your body.

These new dreams, you were in a canyon, dusty, sand sweeping through every crack and crevice of the reddish stones; the rock walls on either side of you reaching high above you, well into the sky, stars twinkling above.

On the winds of the canyon, you could make out the incessant whispers of the man you'd heard so many times before. You would take off in a dead sprint down the canyon, your bare feet pounding the sands and the rocks below you as you tried to run to the source.

But no matter how long it felt like you ran, you realized you were running in an infinite loop.

You'd keep running until blood dripped down the rocks, until the sand below swallowed you up.

And that's when your eyes would open yet again.

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You decided, on your next day off, you'd visit Jezebel again, ask her just what the possible fuck was happening.

You hadn't slept the night before, dreading another restless sleep. You were better off awake and running off coffee.

You walked up to her store, checking to see if it was open. It was closed. But the hours said it was open seven days a week, and it was 12:30 in the afternoon...

That's when you heard it. A croaking noise. The sound immediately set off your "feeling".

You lifted your gaze to the small awning above the door, seeing the white head of a crow peering down at you.

You'd never seen a crow like it. Its feathers were a gorgeous creamy white, the eyes a reddish pink, like two tiny red berries.

You almost fell backwards and smacked your head on the pavement when it fluttered down and latched onto your backpack, tugging on the zippers and your keychains with its beak.

"Hey! You--" You sputtered, struggling to reach back and dislodge the bird before it could do any damage. You knew crows liked shiny things, but this was ridiculous!

"Get offa me, KFC!" You grunted. "You're gonna mess up my bag!"

"Zephyr! Gods above, you know your manners!" Jezebel's voice called out.

You looked to your right to see Jezebel standing there, a Starbucks paper coffee cup in her hand, and a plastic takeout container dangling in a semi-transparent plastic bag in the other.

She clicked her tongue and held out the arm with the leather bracer, and Zephyr immediately made a noise and flew over to Jezebel, landing on her arm and waddling up to sit on her shoulder.

"I am so sorry, dear!" She apologized, smiling sweetly. "Zephyr isn't normally like this! He's a sweet boy, I promise."

"He's--he's yours?!" You sputter.

"Yep! Rescued him as a chick. Being an albino he might not have lived long in the wild. He's been my faithful little familiar ever since." She said, cooing at the bird on her shoulder while she rubbed his beak.

"I assume you're here because you have questions?"

How does she do that?!

"Yes!" You say quickly, looking around, your eyes darting to and from, making sure there were no eavesdroppers.

"Come in, come in. I'll keep the store closed just for you so we can talk uninterrupted."

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Somehow, you found yourself telling her the whole story. Where you were expecting her kindly wiccan act to drop and be revealed she was just some person extorting a gimmick, she simply nodded, providing input that calmed you.

Somehow.

Zephyr sat on his perch, blinking at you as he occasionally pecked at his seed stick.

She seemed... confused when you told her how the man was killed.

It didn't seem to be what she expected.

At all.

"...You didn't see anybody else in the alley? Anyone at all?" She asked slowly, setting her coffee down.

"No! No, that's what I'm saying! He just--just..." You ran your hands through your hair.

"I don't know what happened! But it was just me and him there and the next thing he's--he's dead! And I know I left my mace and taser on my dresser! Not at that fucking altar!"

"Shhh, shhh..." Jezebel replied softly, soothing you again, easing your rising nerves.

"And ever since that night, I've had these--these dreams! Different than my usual ones!"

She tilted her head down a bit, brows furrowing.

"Usual ones? Describe them to me."

When you were done explaining (or trying to), Jezebel looked at the table in thought.

"Dear, I don't think those are dreams. Those sound like visions."

"Visions?" You laugh dryly, as if it was crazy.

"I've been having these dreams for years! It's just that now, they're different! Why after all this time, and why only after I prayed to that fucking statue!"

"I know... I know how it must sound. But explain these new "dreams"." She spoke softly.

"I'm... I'm in some kind of canyon. It's nighttime but I can see perfectly. I can just barley see the stars above me, and I hear a voice. It--it could just be the wind in the canyon, but I start chasing it, calling out to it. I keep running, and running, but I never go anywhere. Then... then there's more blood. Dripping down the rocks, and I start to sink. I start to sink and can't breathe, I start crying and my chest hurts, and..." You swallow thickly, as if you drank a cup of sand instead of water, your mouth incredibly dry.

"And then I wake up."

Jezebel stayed silent for what felt like an agonizingly slow eternity, when it was more than likely just a minute at most.

The silence had you ready to chew your fingernails off.

She finally looked into your eyes again.

"These do sound like visions."

You groan, exasperated.

"If these are visions--why am I having them? What do they mean?!" You ask her, frustrated at this hocus-pocus nonsense.

"I... cannot say, dear. They sound like something you must discover. Maybe... some research might help? Try looking for images online of that canyon you dream of, see what you can find. Maybe that will start to help out things into focus." She explained.

"How is Google supposed to help?" You ask skeptically.

Jezebel smiled despite your impertinence.

"You are looking at your visions like they are meaningless mirages dreamed up by your subconscious. That they might be a manifestation of your fears, of your frustrations, your loneliness. You simply need to put a focusing lens to your dreams. If you find a location somewhere that matches your dream, looking into that location may be the first lens of the microscope you need."

You rocked your head back, leaning back in your seat as you stared at her.

How... how had she known? How could she so accurately describe how you felt about your dreams? How you felt about your life in general?

More importantly, how the fuck did she know exactly what to say to relax you, and give you a good starting point?

"Now, you should run along, dear. I have a feeling you have a lot of research ahead of you."

When she guided you out of her store, Zephyr perched on her shoulder again, she smiled.

"And remember, dear... don't forget to pray to Khonshu for his continued protection. Perhaps it just might save you again in the future."

Before you could turn around, she was already back inside her shop.

You frowned at your shadow on the sidewalk.

This was... confusing.

But you needed to know.

You wanted to know if your dreams were visions pointing to something.

And your journey started at the library.

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Of course.

Naturally.

Of fucking course.

Of course the rock formations in your dreams were consistent with only one place consistent with what you described.

And that, brought you back to square one.

All you could do was sit there, staring at the open books and computer screen in front of you.

Were gods real?

And did you suddenly have the ear of one?

It seemed, that all roads led to Egypt.

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Chapter 4: Link

#moon knight #khonshu x you #khonshu x reader #khonshu moon knight #khonshu #khonsu

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The Celebrity Next Door: Chapter 17- Defending Love

Pairings: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Chapter Summary: Y/N will do anything for her new family, even if it means cutting off those who won't support them.

Warnings: Angst, panic attack, sadness, super sad.

Series Masterlist here!! & Main masterlist here!

"They're not your family." "The only reason Jensen is here is for his flavour of the month." "It won't last. You two won't last."

Every time someone doubted Jensen and I, those thoughts echoed in my head. I hated feeling this anxious and overwhelmed. Normally, I could handle my tough days, but now everything felt fragile.

My anxiety only amplified when I had something real to lose. Jensen and I had something strong and deep. Just the idea of messing it all up made me nervous and scared.

I had mixed feelings about ow Jensen affected me. I hated how much I loved him and how I felt like I was never good enough. Instead of being happy he chose me over everyone else, I kept feeling like I wasn't worth it.

I don't know how long I walked, but it was late. The city was lit up, but the sky was dark. I ended up at the park by the water, where I used to go to find some peace and quiet, surrounding myself with alone time. But now, I didn't want to be alone. I wanted Jensen with me. I really did, but the words that tortured my mind were still there constantly. It wasn't fair for him to do this, to be with somebody like me.

My phone buzzed over and over. I pulled it out, and sighed when I saw many missed messages-some from friends, some from family, and most from Jensen.

I knew I couldn't ignore him. He was probably at my parents house, worried sick, just like when I cut my foot and he wouldn't leave-he's always dramatic, but caring.

It didn't take long before I heard him rushing toward me. He came running, out of breath and hugged me tightly to his chest.

I tried to keep it together. It was hard enough to have his conversation with him, and only became more difficult the more he comforted me. But I couldn't hold back anymore. Jensen's comforting smell and touch made me break down in tears. The sobs wracked through my body, it was painful and earth shattering, I felt like this feeling was going to kill me.

He held me close, kissing my head over and over, trying to pull me back to him. Eventually, my tears slowed and he lifted my chin to look at him, worried and loving.

"Jensen, we can't keep doing this." I asked, shaking my head.

He flinched, hurt by my words. "What? Move to Texas? I told you we can take it slow."

I pulled away and walked towards the river. "No, this. Us."

He looked heartbroken as he came closer, touching my arm gently. "Please.. Don't say that. I love you."

I turned to face him, feeling guilty and ashamed. "You think you love me, but maybe I just took advantage when you were vulnerable, I entered at a really tough time in your life."

He reached out to hold me again. "Please, honey, That's not true. You know how much I love you, I wanted this, I want you. Your mind is just beating you up, please you have to trust me."

I held back a sob and winced at the look on his face, so hurt and vulnerable. I wanted to hold him, to hug him tight but I knew it wasn't right-I wasn't right.

I put on a fake smile and gently pushed him back. "It's okay Jensen, we got caught up in the feeling of having somebody there, but I'm not right for you. This isn't right."

He stood there quietly as I walked away, my heart shattering as I felt like it might be really over. This was for the best... Right?

Wrong.

Jensen's arm wrapped around mine as he spun me to face him, his eyes filled with hurt and anger. "No. NO! You're wrong. I love you so much, but come on. You know us! Just for one moment, forget everything that's been said. Forget about my stupid titles or how our relationship started. When it's just us, you know how I feel about you. You know it's real. Please..."

I listened carefully as his words swirled in my mind. Closing my eyes, I visualized exactly what he meant. The moments in bed, the kisses, the tight embraces. The way he looked at me, as if I were a priceless work of art. His deep care, his unwavering fight for us. He was right. This was real. My doubts were tearing us apart, and I couldn't let that happen anymore.

Taking a step closer, I noticed him swallow hard, struggling to contain his emotions. Tears filled my eyes as I smiled, reaching for his hand. "Jensen, when I met you, I expected the stars and maybe some planets. I never imagined you'd give me the whole galaxy. You've given me everything. You are everything. I'm just scared you'll regret this or realize i'm too much, that I'm falling apart."

He pulled me close, his voice cracking, body trembling. "You are everything and more. You're too good for me, but here you are-mine. I could never regret this or walk away from you. You saved me."

I nodded, resting my head against his chest, finding comfort in his warmth. Wrapping my arms around him, I sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Jensen."

He kissed my head deeply. "Don't apologize. I love you baby, forever."

"I love you too, Jensen."

He stood upright, wiping his tears with a smile. "Should we go back? You're family's probably worried."

I sighed and nodded. "Yeah, we should. I'm not ready, but we should."

"I've got your back, honey. You're not alone."

Not alone. Never again.

Returning to the house filled me with dread. After talking with Jensen and calming down, I realized how wrong they really were. They didn't know me anymore, know us. I had changed, Jensen had changed me, and this family had changed me. If they couldn't support that, I was ready to say goodbye right then and there.

I held Jensen's hand tightly as we entered the home, instantly my family rushed towards me, one by one. Christina was first, tears streaking her cheeks. She had always been a sweetheart, craving love and acceptance. So when Stephanie and our parents yelled at one of us, she sided with them out of fear of rejection or being different. I could tell she was genuinely sorry as she hugged me tightly.

"I'm so so sorry."

Returning her hug, I sighed. "I know. But what you all said was harsh and untrue. Do you understand that?"

She nodded firmly, tears still flowing. "I do. We were out of line, completely."

My mom and dad approached Jensen and I, "We support whatever you two decide. We'll be there for you, okay?"

I nodded, wiping away a tear from my face. I glanced at Stephanie, scoffing internally. The thing I learned about Stephanie was that sometimes she could be a very bitter, opinionated and stubborn person. She always believed she was right, needing to be taught why her words or actions hurt others.

Turning away, I began to climb the stairs. "I forgive you guys, of course. You're my family. But Jensen is my family too. His kids are my family. I won't choose which family to be with."

Stephanie finally spoke up, anger in her voice. "Because you'll chose them?"

Glaring at her, I smirked. "Yes, I'll chose them. And unlike you, Stephanie, choosing them doesn't mean excluding those who want to be included. But those who don't support us or aren't a good influence on MY family? I won't hesitate to cut them out. Don't test me."

With that, I walked upstairs, heading to the children's room upstairs. Leaning against the doorway, I watched them play, engaged in their silly games and conversations, and I couldn't help but smile.

They might not be mine, but I was going to treat them like they were. I'd do anything for them, that's what family did.

And they were mine.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! Chapter 18 coming soon stay tuned!

Like, comment, and reblog, feedback is my fuel 💕

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precious-little-scoundrel · 9 months

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my dearest darlingest marina i need you to know you have broken me quite thoroughly and i might never ever forgive you for it as long as we both shall live ! ❣️

to clarify- ive been saving "let's fall out of love" to read later ever since you posted it cuz i didn't feel ready- didn't think i was emotionally stable enough to read it then. well, tonight ive been clearing out my list of unread fics from last year aND GODDAMN WAS I EVER RIGHT ABOUT THAT.!!!

started getting all weepy and shaky before that first courthouse bathroom conversation and i didn't ever stop 😭 sobbed so hard and for so long at the unfairness of it all (for both of them !) i gave myself an asthma attack and had to stop reading.. what really broke me was e's bittersweet and somewhat detached realization on the courthouse steps that all their kids had flocked to laney during the divorce. couldn't stop thinking abt how badly i would've wanted to tell jesse off for being sharp to his daddy, and the knowledge that elaine COULDN'T, that it wasn't quite over yet and she still had to save face for a bit longer despite how much it killed them both, despite being the only person who could truly understand just how deep elvis was hurting right then and having been the one who'd made a whole life out of loving him hard.......... the idea of him resigning himself to having lost that forever (false) and her having to go against everything in her nature to let him ache a while longer,, oh it just shattered my spirit to bits right then and there. oh god im gonna start crying again just thinking about how lonely they both made each other 💔💔💔

im literally inconsolable, even with the reasoning behind it/ knowing how it ends beforehand, and having those future timeline fics to fall back on did nOT SAVE ME like . dear GOD woman how is that even possible?!?? if i had any shred of humanity left in my body id wax poetic for three more paragraphs abt how that speaks to your truly absolutely outstanding talent as an author and worldbuilder, but alas i think i cried out everything that was keeping me sane sometime in the last half hour and now i have to go lie facedown on the floor in my hallway and die abt it all instead 👍 fantastic work as always i love all your work so much forever etc etc 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

ps: it took me the better part of an hour to type all this out since ive lost the water content of approxinately a small ocean w my tears and am doing physically poorly in response 🫠🫠 so thanks for ur patience in this trying time 😔🙏

I spun around in circles upon reading this like my poor coon dog when she had a stroke -jovially of course. Like this is the stuff every writer dreams of getting for feedback but holy smokes, your talent for screaming? Beyond my wildest dreams. I’ve always told you how much I appreciate your time and enthusiasm to tell your thoughts Mary Hope, and now is no exception. My babe and co-author @elvisabutler deserves the pleasure of reading what we’ve wrought, as well. I’ll be halving all your medical and psychiatric expenses with her. 😏

Tbh, despite knowing both imminent and longterm reconciliation was to happen after this segment, we were just as cut up about tearing them apart as you were to read it. In fact, it was worse than all the lead up fics where the passive aggressive accumulation of grievances came across as hurts but ultimately only aggravations. This is just…PAIN. Funny how what was untenable before a tragedy suddenly appears to have been idyllic after it. Anyways.

Thank you for reading, here’s some Kleenex, albuterol and do know the sequel to this divorce is in drafts, so not finished AT ALL but it is in the works.

Not that it’ll hurt much less than this one. 😈

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Meat and Greet 3: I'd fuck you

Warnings: murder, smut, oral sex (m and f receiving)

Part 2 Part 4

An: yes more smut lol, smut below the cut! Also Spencer in wig and makeup!! 🤭

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I awoke, not feeling the warmth of Spencers body I sat up slowly. I noticed I still didn't have the hand cuffs on. I sat there in bed for a minute letting my eyes adjust to the darkness of the room, and secretly hopeing Spencer would come back to bed. I stayed sitting on the bed for a moment or two after my eyes adjust to the darkness then I decided to get out of bed and decided to explore abit.

I exited the room and looked around I could see the bathroom ware Spencer and I had showered, besides the bathroom and the bedroom I had slept there were a few other doors on the upstairs of the house. I assume they are other bedrooms and decide to go down the wooden stairs.

I reach the bottom and I immediately see the living room ware I passed out in, a little off to the side I see the kitchen. I walk into the kitchen and there's a door, I put my ear to it and hear talking it sounds like it's coming from a far away hallway or maybe a... basement! As I come to the realization it's most likely a basement I hear screaming coming from the other side of the door.

I slowly grab the handle and begin to as quietly as possible open the door. I see more stairs and a faint light coming from the bottom. I take a deep breath before beginning another descent down steps.

The screams become louder and louder as I reach the bottom and I peek around the agape door way. I watch as a man tied up in a chair wiggles and squirms attempting to brake free from his restraints. I notice he has blood running down his face and body. Before I can get to deep into thought, Spencer comes into my line of view. He is now wareing a pair of jeans and a long blonde wig? Spencer got closer to the tied up man I note Spencer has a knife in hand as he slits the man's throat.

I gasp loudly and I watch as Spencers head snaps my way. He's face soffen. And with this lighting I can tell he is also wareing lipstick and eyeshadow. "How was your sleep my love?" He asks not sounding bothered by the dead person sitting not even a foot away from him. I dont respond instead I back away from him shock and horror very prominent on my face. He drops the knife and walks towards me. Im frozen in place I can't move. He gets right in front of me. "Don't be scared love." He reaches his hand to coress my cheek and I flinch away from his touch. "I would never hurt you" he reassures me. "I just saw you kill a man Spencer how do I know if I'm not gonna be next?" I say my eyes welling up with tears. "Oh love I could never hurt you! He was a pervert that prayed on young girls. I would never do that to you I love you!" He pulls me in to his embrace also covering me in the still warm and sticky blood. l hug him back and we stand there for a bit before I speak again, "so whats with the wig and makeup?" I giggle while wipeing my tears. Spencer laughs. "Well I just kind do this when I killing." "why?" "Do you not like it?" Spencer questions. "No! I actually like it..." I blush. "Oh, do you like when I ware make-up?" He traes. I feel my face get more red.He started to kiss me, pushing me up against the wall behind me, then He kissed my neck and all the way down until he was in- between my thighs

He looked up at me, his eyes so full of lust that I could feel myself getting wetter. He lifted my leg and put it on his shoulder, then pushed his tongue inside of me. "Ohhhh God, "I moaned as he licked my clit

He sucked on it and flicked it with his tongue. My whole body felt like it was on fire. I grabbed onto his hair (well the wig) and pulled him closer to me. He slid two fingers into me and started fucking me harder and faster.

I couldn't hold back anymore. I came hard, screaming his name as I did.I opened my eyes slowly, still trying to catch my breath. His head was resting against my thigh, but his hand was still buried inside of me.

He looked up at me, smiling. "That was amazing." He said. "But we're not done yet." He pulled me off the wall and took my spot. "Come here." I walked towards him, still feeling a little dizzy from the orgasm.

He was now in front of me and motioned for me to kneel in front of him. "Now it's your turn."

I smiled at him and knelt down in front of him. He pulled out his cock and started stroking it. It was already rock hard. "You know what to do." I leaned forward and took his cock into my mouth.

I ran my tongue around the tip, tasting his pre-cum. Then I licked down the entire length, taking more into my mouth. He moaned as I sucked him. I knew he liked it when I deepthroated him.

I kept sucking him, making sure not to forget any part of him. I wanted to make him cum fast. I didn't want to stop. I wrapped my lips around his cock and started moving them up and down.

I could hear him breathing heavily. I increased my speed and heard him gasp. I knew he was about to cum. I sucked even harder and felt him tense up. He let out a loud groan and filled my mouth with his cum.

I swallowed every drop. After he was finished, I looked up at him. "I love you." He smiled at me. "I love you too."

#ice nine kills #spencer charnas #spencer charnas fanfiction #spencer charnas imagine #spencer charnas x reader #meat and greet

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cliickermiller · 2 years

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The First Kiss 2/4 - Dad! Joel x Daughter! reader, Ellie X reader

Summary: You've been on a long trip the last week, between Tess dying and your dad injuring himself to protect you and Ellie, you really needed a pick me up, instead you both get kidnapped by creepy cannibals, barely making it out alive you and Ellie both realize something crucial to your guys's friendship

warnings: This is a heavy one, but I needed to pass the time so I can also get in some storyline of Part 2 in the series, attempted assault, murder, you and Ellie both murdering a creep, you being worried what Joel will think about you liking Ellie

The Apartment felt cold, like you guys weren't meant to be there, everybody was silent, you could tell Joel didn't like the idea of having both you and Ellie, you just kept quiet only speaking with Ellie to make sure she's comfortable and okay. Ellie laid on the couch, using her bag as a pillow and your jacket as a blanket. "Dad.." You whispered walking into his room, he was laying in bed with a notebook writing things down and counting rations cards. "Yea?" He asked looking at you, your chest felt heavy, you didn't want to ask but you needed to know. As tears brimmed your eyes you looked at him "W-where's Sara?..." You whispered, you watched his body tense, you knew something happened with your father, he wasn't the same as before but neither were you. "Not right now, y/n" He whispered, you could tell it was a touchy subject but you deserve to know, she was your sister. "Dad." You said sternly sitting on the bed next to him "Why are you caught up with the fireflies?" He asked "You're barely sixteen, just about the girls age you're supposed to be protecting?" He pressed more, his tone taking more authority "If I tell you..will you..will you tell me what happened with Sara?.." You asked looking at him "Fine" He huffed, you frowned sitting back against the wall next to him. "After Tommy gave me to the military..They ran out of room in the Austin QZ..." You whispered "They gunned the truck down..I managed to get out..run to the treeline and take off for town" You whispered sadly, you could feel his eyes on you "I stayed in different houses...starved..I got attacked by clickers one day..Marlene found me and brought me to their camp..At first I was lower rank..Older guys picked on me..grabbed me..Marlene found out and left them out for dead against the infected.." You mumbled, Joel was breathing shakily, his chest hurt, why couldn't of he have looked for you? "Then you came.." You whispered "I had to convince myself you were dead..I was almost getting myself killed looking for you.." You whispered sadly.

Joel was quiet, holding you tightly in a hug, you were quiet trying not cry, he didn't need to see that "Sara...Sara didn't make it..past Austin..Soldiers shot at us and she got hit..I-I couldn't save her.." he whispered, his voice shaky "Whenever Tommy told me he saw the dead truck passengers...I lost it..I thought I lost both my girls a-and I-I promised your mother to protect you two" He rambled, your dad had changed, he was broken, he was broken and trying. You hugged him tightly, wrapping your arms around his neck "I-I'm sorry dad.." You whispered "But..I'm here.." The room was quiet, Joel was quiet, but you still stayed with him till you ended up falling asleep leaning against his shoulder.

That Night you snuck out of the QZ, watching Tess grab Ellie after finding out she's infected made you huff, you didn't care people were coming, you aimed your gun at her growling "Let her go!" You yelled glaring, you glanced over scoffing as you saw Joel holding his gun pointed at you "Don't Y/n put it down!" He demanded, he knew he'd never shoot you never in hundred years but he needed you to stop. You grabbed Ellie's hand pulling her towards you before rushing down the path ahead "Y/n!" Joel yelled as you sped your pace up "Are you okay El?.." You whispered looking at her, You cared about Ellie, you couldn't help it she was just a couple months younger than you and you guys had bonded the past day, Marlene was right, she was special just not in the way Marlene thought.

Whenever you found your first safe house you ignored Joel and Tess, they're arguing about what they should do, You just stuck with Ellie "Ya know..He was alot cooler before all this.." You whispered nudging her shoulder "Oh yea? I bet" She sassed smiling playfully at you "He was..He was super cool..It's weird seeing him now" Admitting it was weird, but felt good it was weird seeing Joel, he looked exactly like your dad, and was your dad, but he acted nothing like your dad. "I'm sorry, Y/n..I overheard what happened with your sister.." Ellie whispered "It's okay..Sara was too sweet for this type of world.." You whispered looking at the ground playing with a random rock you found, Ellie watched you closely before slowly resting a hand on yours, she wasn't gonna say it out loud but whenever you stood up for her and held her hand the entire way here protectively had her face bright red with a blush, she had a girlfriend before, kinda, Riley, but she wasn't ready to talk about it yet. You accepted her hand squeezing hers gently before sighing as you heard Tess and Joel's footsteps, you pulled your hand away quickly standing up and looking at your dad. "You aimed a gun at me" You said sternly, he huffed looking at you "You've gotta understand y/n. I wasn't goning to actually shoot but I needed you to put the gun down. She's infected! She could turn at any minute and kill every one of us!" He argued before walking past you "Show me. Show me the fucking bite" He demanded, you watched Ellie nervously pull her sleeve up showing the bite mark "She's immune...it's why she needs to go to the lab" You huffed looking at him "She got bit two days ago, and she's fine" You defended, Joel sat down watching you two.

The rest of the night was awkward, you fell asleep watching over Ellie but not the same way Joel and Tess were, whenever you woke up you had your arm wrapped around Ellie protectively, your excuse you told yourself was to feel if she moved but it was comforting. It still felt tense and you hated it, but you stood your ground, nobody was hurting Ellie.

4 days later

Tess's death brought you and your dad closer together, and you were grateful but you couldn't think about that right now, Right now you needed to find a way out of here, you knew you should've left Ellie with your dad to make sure he's okay but she insisted you would need backup. Now you were being tracked by some creep after rescuing Ellie from becoming some type of main course to their dinner, you rushed into a bar hiding behind a counter nervously glancing at Ellie "Hide..I'm gonna go around and come up behind him" You whispered quietly, slowly crawling between counters nervously, you could hear him, taunting you and Ellie to fight him. You moved to a different spot whimpering whenever you heard him gasp and start to walk over making you crawl quickly to a different counter, he was gonna find you, and Ellie was gonna have to watch you get murdered.

Your heart was racing and the man was just feet away, tears brimmed your eyes and you knew this wasn't gonna end well, Joel was hurt, bad, Ellie was trapped across the room hiding behind a fallen cupboard waiting for you, whenever you peaked around the corner you were forced to the ground "No!" You screamed crying out, he grabbed you roughly flipping you forward before reaching for his belt, you struggling screaming out for help, you fought against crying and screaming as loud as possible before feeling blood splatter on your face, Ellie stood behind you two, her knife covered in blood and the man now bleeding from his neck, You quickly flipped over repeatedly slamming the brick next to you now into the mans head, you felt hands grab you quickly pulling you away and into a sitting position, you shoved them away crying loudly "No! No! no! Stop!" You cried swinging your hands around "Y/n Y/n it's me!" Ellie said sternly, You looked at her feeling relief wash over you before sobbing loudly, Ellie hugged you tightly playing with the tips of your hair "H-He was- He was gonna-" You sputtered choking on another sob "I know..I know..I've got you, y/n..I've got you" She whispered kissing the side of your head "C'mon We've gotta get out of here and back to Joel" She whispered before cupping your cheeks gently "Are you alright?..You're good to walk?.." She whispered nervously, you panted nodding, you glared at the dead body slamming your boot into his skull to make sure he was dead, Ellie quickly lead you out and towards the camp, it took you a minute to get to back to the house but whenever you did you were met with Joel stumbling out calling for you both. Ellie helped you rush to your dad letting you go so you could hug him, she stayed quiet watching the both of you. You explained to your dad what happened, your tone dull and missing any form of life as you spoke, Joel just listened trying to keep his tears back before hugging you tightly "Im so sorry baby girl" He whispered sadly keeping you close, he failed to protect you again. "Ellie saved me.." You whispered leaning back looking at him, he glanced at the redhead behind you nodding softly "I was wrong about you, kid..looks like you really are a good kid" He chuckled, you nodded humming in agreement, Joel sighed watching Ellie walk up to you kneeling next to you to wrap your hand, it being sliced open from one of the cannibals fuckers that was trying to kill Ellie. Joel could tell something was happening between you two, the way you always kept a hand hovered over Ellie's back or held her hand anytime you walked out into the real world, or the way Ellie watched you closely with everything you did, or the way she'd blush everytime you touched her hand or shoulder.

That night you were staying in a different house, not far from the last one, you just needed one with no broken window considering the raiders shot out the ones for the house you were staying in. The house still had beds and basically room setups so after clearing it out with Ellie you helped your dad in bed in the master bedroom. Now you and Ellie sat in an old kids room setting up shifts to keep watch "Y/n?" Ellie whispered after a moment "I...I thought I was gonna lose you..and..that scared me..because I didn't know..if..- nevermind, just I thought I was gonna lose you" She rambled, you looked at her smiling a bit "it's okay, Ellie..I've made it this far without dying...plus I can't leave you with mr. crankypants alone" You giggled nudging her shoulder, you couldn't put your finger on it but you really cared about Ellie, you wanted to hold her hand all the time, any chance you got, her skin was soft and her voice was soft and sweet, even though most of the things that came out of her mouth were the exact opposite of soft and sweet. "Ahhh true true" She smiled looking at you, the silence was comfortable, peaceful, other than your father's obnoxiously loud snoring. You both leaned against each other watching the sunset through the window "Do you think we would've met if this clickers thing never happened?" Ellie asked softly playing with your fingers quietly "I hope so...We click together nicely" You giggled looking at her trying to hold back even more giggles "Oh my god! That pun was horrible!" She laughed loudly, you smiled watching her in awe, she really was the prettiest girl you ever met, you thought of yourself as lucky, to be able to of been in a world where you and Ellie met and were so close in age. "Why're you looking at me like that? Ms. googly eyes" Ellie teased poking you gently "I dunno..you're pretty" You could feel your face heat up blushing, you never even had a boyfriend before the clickers came and after it wasn't exactly easy to find someone your age that was tolerable.

Ellie looked at you, you could tell she was thinking about something, or rather debating something but you couldn't tell what. That was until she grabbed your cheeks kissing you softly, you were stunned, watching as she pulled away nervously standing away from you quickly "I-I'm sorry I-Im sorry" She said going to leave the room but you grabbed her hand from your spot on the floor. "Ellie. Stop for a moment..." You whispered holding her hand gently "Are..Are you sorry you kissed me..or sorry you feel that way towards me?.." You asked nervously, Ellie huffed nervously, you could tell she was feeling trapped but you knew letting her run away would hurt you both. "I-I..Both.." She whispered defeated looking away from you "Ellie...I've...I've never had a relationship..like ever..but..I know I like you..and I haven't felt like this towards anybody..I wanna hold your hand all the time..and..I- I don't know how..I mean I don't care what my dad thinks but..I don't know what he'd think about us.." You whispered shyly, she nodded a bit slowly sitting down in front of you "Okay...So we take it slow..and keep it secret for now.." She whispered holding your hand with slightly more confidence, you smiled, looking at her before nodding. You both smiled at each other before giggling loudly, you brought your hand up to her cheek before kissing her gently, it felt right, like your brain already knew what to do. Ellie smiled against your lips squeezing your hand gently as you both pulled away, your heart and smiled dropped though whenever you heard Joel clear his throat from the hallway.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #the last of us hbo #tlou fanfiction #tlou part 1 #pedro pascal #ellie tlou #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #joel the last of us #joel tlou

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