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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

End Game 6

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, stalking, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your gaming buddy asks to meet up but it doesn’t go exactly as planned.

Characters: Andy Barber

Note: Andrew keeping us angry this fine friday

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You leave your headphones around your neck and tuck your phone into your pocket. You focus on the simple steps of loading the coffee machine as your grandmother mutters and shuffles away. You can hear her harrumph as she goes into the front room and the groan of her chair as she sits heavily.

The scratch of dry pages sounds as she gives no acknowledgement to the intruder. You stop in the archway as a chill runs through you. You’re sick to your stomach. The walls are closing in. They always feel a bit tight, suffocating even, but you’re really trapped. He’s not going to stop. He’s showing you just that. 

You make yourself keep going. You come out into the front room. Andy stands by the bay window, looking out onto the unmowed lawn. His shoulders are straight even as he has his hands in his pockets. He wears a pair of sleek pants and a powder blue button-up with short sleeves. He looks as put together as ever, definitely out of place in your grandmother’s cramped house. 

“Coffee on,” you croak to your grandma and Andy turns, his lips twitching as his cheek dimples, “can we talk outside?” 

He tilts his head, “sure,” he accepts, “Cassie,” he nods at your grandma as he struts across the room, “sorry for disturbing you. You have a lovely home.” 

Your grandmother rocks the chair and looks up at him. There’s an arch in her brow that isn’t entirely bothered, “thank you, Andrew? Was it?” 

“Andy,” he grins. 

“Hm,” she grumbles and narrows her eyes, “sorry to hear about your kid.” 

“Thanks,” his voice falters, “getting through.” 

He nears and you quickly turn away, keeping your distance from him as he follows you the door. You can barely get it open before he catches up. He holds the door above your head as he trails you outside and you stumble down the step. You spin to face him, crossing your arms as you maintain a wide breadth from him. He stops on the bottom stair and watches you. 

“Why are you doing this?” You ask crisply. 

“I’m trying to help you.” 

“I don’t need help--” 

“You sure about that?” He challenges swiftly. 

You wince and look away. You’re embarrassed. You never invited friends over because they weren’t welcome. Even Kara only ever saw the outside of your grandma’s house and you never told her about the nasty remarks or the boiling silences that had you fleeing like a frog from hot water. 

You swallow and purse your lips tightly, “I’m sure. I’m just fine.” 

“Can’t be easy, living like that,” he remarks. 

“Stop,” you keep your gaze averted. 

“Not just the peeling walls and whatever, but her, she’s not very nice, is she?” 

“I told you to stop,” you snap at him, facing him, “you do not know me or my life.” 

“You’re the one closing me out,” he accuses, “honey, please, I want to know. Has anyone else even asked? Checked in?” 

“I have friends--” 

“Yeah, but they got their own live, don’t they? Like, what’s her name, Kayla?” He puts a hand up, then snaps his fingers, “Kara, yeah, that’s it. Sure, you had your day out but what’s she doing for you now? Miles away.” 

“I’ll figure it out. I am,” you sniff, “it’s not your business, Andy.” 

“You know, making yourself suffer isn’t some great show of honour, right? You’re just spitting in the face of the escape you’ve been hoping for--” 

“No, not with you,” you sneer. 

“How do you know that? Why can’t it be me?” 

“You know--” 

“I know, I lied. I hurt you. I’ve apologised over and over and I’ll keep doing that as long as I need to. Honey, let me ask you, when has anyone ever said sorry to you? When have they ever cared about your feelings? About your forgiveness?” He cranes to look at the house then back to you, “did your parents ever say sorry for leaving you here? Does your grandma ever say sorry for insulting you? How about Kara? Does she ever apologise for ignoring you for that skinny kid she’s got nipping at her heels?” 

“How do you know that?” You exclaim, “what-- why--” you can barely speak as your head reels. You don’t understand how he knows about Kara or how he found you or why he just won’t give up. “Andy, I—you can’t replace Jacob, alright? I don’t want anything from you. I can’t-- I can’t take it. Alright? It’s not right.” 

“I’m not trying to replace him, he’s gone,” Andy drops his shoulders and steps onto even ground, “I’m trying to start over and I’m offering you the same thing. You don’t have to stay in this shit hole. You don’t have to wallow like this. I could get you into a better school. I can make a few calls, get you in at UMass or Boston, close to me--” 

“What the fuck?” You burst out, “what-- no. No. You’re... you... I don’t want that.” 

He’s quiet. His brows knit as he stops just a step away, “why not?” 

You stare at him, stunned. You should want it, shouldn’t you? To get out? To have better? Opportunity doesn’t knock on your door every day but this is not that. This is strange. He hasn’t said so but you know there’s more than just generosity at play. More than a mourning father trying to do good. 

“Because I don’t want to be anyone’s burden. So no thank you. I am not interested in whatever you’re offering. I can’t trust you. Everything between us is based on a lie,” you say, “you need to understand that and move on.” 

He stares at you. His blue eyes search your defiant face and he blows out slowly through his nose. He pushes his shoulders back and stands at his full height. 

“No, you don’t understand,” his face darkens and you back up, “you don’t understand everything I can give you. Everything I could do for you. You don’t get it. You’re young and you have no idea because you’ve never had any of those things.” He steps closer as you inch away, “but what you really don’t understand is what I can take away from you.” His lashes flick down and he sighs, “I didn’t want it to be like this but it’s the only way to make you see.” 

“What do you mean?” You utter. 

He smiles, not a real smile, a wry, almost mournful smile. He shrugs and you flinch as he sidesteps you. You keep out of his way as he strides down the walkway and you turn to watch his back. He stops at the end and peeks back, “you and me, we were meant to be together. Can’t you see that? It wasn’t chance, it’s fate.” 

He puts his back to you once more and struts to his silver SUV. You stay as you are, trapped in everything he said and didn’t. He’s not done and there’s nothing you can say or do to stop him.  

Or maybe it’s not you who needs to stop him. 

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It isn’t your first time in a precinct. You have vague memories of similar scenes from your childhood; some faded by the years, others out of pain. As you pass through the doors, doubt stops you in your tracks. How many times did they send you home with your mother still reeking of alcohol or let your father out still in one of his rages? 

It’s been a long time and the world is different. Isn’t it? Besides, you’re an adult now. You have a voice. You better start using it. 

You approach the desk where a man in uniform sits behind thick plexiglass. You cough to get his attention and bounce nervously on the balls of your feet. You can’t think how to begin so you just start talking. 

“Uh, hi, um, I think I need to file a police report?” You say. 

He looks at you dully, “for what?” 

“Well, er, I... don’t know what it would be technically called, I guess. But, this guy, uh, a man... he won’t leave me alone.” 

The officer scoffs, “really? You young ones...” 

“It’s not... I don’t know him, sir, so--” 

“Let me guess? He whistled at you on the street? Or maybe he offered to buy you a drink?” He narrows his eyes. 

“No, sir. He’s been following me. He showed up at my work and my house and I told him to go but he... won’t.” 

He rolls his eyes but grabs a piece of paper. He shakes his head and slides it under the slot, “fine, fill it out. We’ll put the incident on file. Unfortunately, we don’t lay charges for being social.” 

Great. So you were wrong. Again. And why would they take you seriously? No one ever does. 

You sit and fill out the form. Your info, Andy’s info, and a written recount of each incident. You think you have the dates right. You bring it back to the desk. 

“I have texts too, if that helps.” 

“Nah,” he takes the form as you push it through, “not like you’re going to court.” 

You grimace. You hate being talked to like you’re stupid, you’d rather be ignored. 

“Well, thanks, I guess,” you grumble. 

“Hold up,” he says, “gotta do a quick check before we file this.” 

He types into his computer. He looks between the paper and the screen. You wait. What a waste of time. Now you’re sure he’s just trying to make you look stupid. 

“Where is this Andrew Barber from? He’s not in the local records.” 

“I don’t... know,” you blink. He said something about Boston U? “Massachussetts, maybe? I think he’s a lawyer.” 

“Pretty common name...” he mutters as he hits several keys, “hmm, let’s see. Lawyer... sure, makes sense—ha, assistant DA? All the way down here?” He looks at you, “alright, honey, why don’t you go have more fun on Google?” 

“No, it’s not--” 

“You know it’s obstruction to file a false report,” he says. 

“No, it’s true. I told you, I have messages--” 

“So you don’t know him but you’re texting him?” He challenges, “I’m advising you to leave right now before I book you for wasting my time.” 

You exhale and shake your head, dropping your shoulders as you turn. You drag your feet across the gray tile and to the door. So much for trying. Just like everything else, it’s a lost cause. You’re starting to believe Andy. He might be your only chance. You really are that pathetic. 

No, you won’t give in. You might not have had much in life. Maybe not a nice house or a good family or even done anything great but you’re still your own person. You’re working towards that. You’re going to school, you’re making minimum wage, you’re doing what you have. It’s a means to an end. Andy can’t be that end. 

You don’t know what to do. It’s not like you can ask your grandma. She’d never listen long enough to understand and even if she did, would she care? 

You wander down the street and sit on a bench, numb as you try to think of something. You clutch your phone and look down at the screen. You have one lifeline left but is it too much to ask? You unlock the phone and find Kara’s name. 

You hit the call button and raise the phone to your ear. Maybe she knows what to do. She always had boy troubles; you remember when Michael had a crush on her in grade eleven. 

“Heya! How are ya, girl?” She answers with a giggle. 

“Kara, I’m...” you search the street and your eyes water, “not good.” 

“Oh,” her tone falls, “oh, is everything okay?” 

“No.” 

“What’s going on? Are you hurt? Is your grandma okay?” She hushes someone and you hear rustling as she moves on the other end. 

“Kara, you remember that boy I met online. The one I was supposed to meet?” 

“Yeah, the one that stood you up.” 

“It wasn’t a boy. I mean. It wasn’t who I thought it was...” it all comes tumbling out before you can stop yourself, “it was his dad.” 

“What?” She nearly shrieks, “ew. Oh my god, what the fuck?” 

“Yeah, and he...” you see a silver SUV and your words crackle. The window rolls down as the car slows and Andy peers out at you. 

He knows Kara. He saw her at the con and somehow he learned more about her. How did he do that? Obviously, he has connections. Far above you. And her. If he can find out who she is, where you are, what else can he do? 

You’ve already told her too much. 

“Sorry, Kar, I gotta go--” 

“Wait, wait, wait, you can’t drop that on me and just bail,” Kara squeals. 

“I’m sorry, I just... I’ll call you back.” 

You hang up and lower the phone. You stare at Andy as he parks and gets out of the car. He shuts the door and crosses the pavement, turning to sit beside you. He peers around casually. 

“So, should I expect a visit from the police?” He asks. 

You sit back and scoff, “whatever, dude.” 

“I got a lot of buddies on the force. They don’t mess with DA’s, even out of district. If you gave me a chance, you’d know these things about me.” 

You don’t say anything. He’s not listening and he’s not going to. You should be used to that. 

“So, do we keep going?” He asks. 

You slide to the edge of the bench. You don’t look at him. You just walk away. He’s your problem. You can’t make him Kara’s too. Not when he’s showing you exactly how far he’ll go. 

[runningfrom2am]

cold nights // twenty-one

summary: you showed him colours he knows he can't see with anyone else.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 4.2k

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tags/warnings: tribute!reader and mentor!coriolanus, r is very sweet (too kind for this world. literally.), sunshine x grumpy trope kinda, he falls first, violence typical for the source material, depictions of mental illness, also she's is very smart (as she should), district twelve!reader.

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"Where are ya takin' those?" Lennox asks you as you're quickly scanning through your piles of books, pulling out one or two at a time and holding onto them.

"I will bring them to Coryo and Sejanus." You smile to yourself, standing up straight as you finish picking out most of your favourites.

"Coryo." Lennox scrunches his nose up. "Why bother? They can't read that many books in a week. Especially when he'll hardly get his hands off you long enough to do literally anything else."

"Oh, Lennox hush. That is not true." You shake your head pointedly, cheeks burning red.

"It is true."

You had kind of explained to Lennox what happened, that Coryo explained, apologized, and that you were wrong about him. Your mother was right, of course, but Lennox still wasn't buying any of it. Although, he wouldn't deny that you seemed happier.

"Ma!" You call out, coming out of your bedroom with the stack of books in your arms. Trying to talk to Lennox about this would never end in him actually listening to you.

"Just out back, honey!"

You follow her voice out onto the back porch. "Ma, do you know if there's a limit of things you can take on the train?"

She looks up at the question, laughing at the stack of books you have steadied under your chin.

"It's not a passenger train, honey. I don't know." She chuckles. "You want to give him all of those? Won't you miss them?"

"Well..." You think about it, placing them down on the ground to rest your arms for a moment. "I don't know when I'll see him again, and books are expensive to post. Besides, I know they'll be in safe hands, and if I want to read them again I can take them from the library."

Your mom smiles sadly at you. "I suppose that's true."

"Yes." You grin, crouching down to pick the books up again carefully. "I shall go drop these off."

"When will you be back?" She asks, just as you're about to walk back inside.

"Uh, I'm uncertain, but I shouldn't be long! We don't have any plans."

"Maybe you should take your brother with you, he can carry those." She suggests and you sigh.

"No, Ma. He's mean." You pout.

"He only wants to keep you safe. Take him with you, please. He'll be driven mad here waiting for you to get back." She insists and you groan, dropping your head back. "I won't ask again, I promise."

"Okay, Ma." You relent, stepping back into the house and letting the door swing shut behind you. "Len! Ma says you're coming with me!"

"So... how do you know where they are staying?" Lennox asks you, half the books in his arms as you practically skip ahead of him.

"Coryo showed me the other day."

"Oh, he did. Of course he did." You can practically see him rolling his eyes behind your back. "Have you ever considered that he could just be using you? I mean-"

"Lennox, that's not a rational thought process. I have nothing that he would want, he already won his prize." You interrupt. "He just came here to spend time with me, we talked about that when I was in the Capitol."

"I can think of something he wants..."

"Lennox!" You turn on your heel, pointing a finger in his face so fast he almost stumbles as he stops. "That is enough. You have so little trust in me!"

"It's not like we haven't been down this road before!" He argues, and you quickly look around as he raises his voice. The path is deserted this time of day.

"And you don't think me capable of learning?"

"Clearly not! Him and Cole are practically the same person!"

"Don't you say that- I didn't like Cole and you know it." You narrow your eyes at him. "Coryo is different. He wouldn't hurt me."

"You do realize that those are like, the famous last words that every teenage girl ever has said and regretted it, right?"

"Do you just not want me to be happy?" You ask bitterly. That wasn't true and you knew it, but you were upset and you knew it would get your point across. He was being cruel.

"The opposite, actually! I just want you to think realistically about fallin' into the open arms of your 'knight in shining armour' who you've literally had nightmares about for weeks on end."

"I am not a child! I am an adult, and I am capable of making my own decisions." You spit. "He's not using me. He loves me, and I love him."

"Yeah, I'm sure he'll say that until-"

"Lennox you are such a.. boy!" You groan. "If you must know, if you must insist that I am so stupid, no, I have not slept with him. Is that what you needed so desperately to hear?"

"Gross." He mumbles, shaking his head with disgust. "I don't care what you do with your alone time, actually I'd really rather not know! All I'm saying is you need to be more careful."

"I'm not going to fight with you. You can trust my decisions or not." You grumble, turning back around to keep walking. He follows behind you silently, neither of you saying another word the whole walk there.

You knock on the door, taking a step back while you wait for it to open. You can hear your brother breathing behind you and it's driving you up the wall. You would drop off the books and send him home- maybe you would stay for a while, go for a walk, something.

The door creaks open and you smile when you see Sejanus. "Y/N!" He grins, opening the door wider for you to come in. "Coryo! Your girlfriend is here!" You blush at the term as you walk in past him.

You hadn't discussed any kind of title to what you had, the looming ache of him leaving again so soon holding you back from wanting to mention it. You assumed he didn't want to discuss it either, both of you silently agreeing just to enjoy the time you still had together.

"Y/N/N." Coryo grins, eyes lighting up as he enters the room.

"Hi." You smile, ignoring your brother pretending to gag behind you.

"What brings you?" Coryo asks. "I didn't expect to see you today, I was thinking of coming to see you myself."

"Yes, well, I went through my books and brought some over that I would like you to take." You look back over your shoulder as Lennox is placing the large pile of books on the dining table.

Coryo hums as he wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on your head. "That's a lot of books." He chuckles.

"You don't have to rush through them, keep them as long as you'd like." You assure him. "I just thought they were some you may enjoy."

"I'm sure I'll love them." He kisses the top of your head. "Thank you."

You turn in his arms to look up at him, ticking your head slightly when you hear Sejanus speak quietly. Clearly, not to either of you. "Hey, I just want to show you something. Come outside with me?" And then the door is shut, and you and Coryo are left alone.

"What's he showing him?" You ask, and Coryo watches through the window as his friend and your brother circle around to the side of the house.

"I am not sure." He answers. Immediately, he's thinking of the note Sejanus had scribbled out for himself. It included your brother's name alongside the dates and times, and those dates were creeping up quickly, the seventeenth being in three days- if he had today's date correct.

"Coryo?"

"Hm?" He looks down at you again. "You were thinkin' for a minute there. What's wrong?"

You were always so concerned. All he had done was take a moment to think, and you seemed genuinely worried. Maybe there was something in his face that showcased his confusion. "Nothing, love." He assures you, but you don't seem inclined to believe it. "Okay, uh, just... Come with me." He grabs your hand, watching out the window to make sure they aren't coming back yet as he leads you to his room.

You step into the small space and smile. He wasn't here for long, but the room already had little touches of him. The bed was made, and there was nothing on the walls but the bedside table had the copy of Romeo and Juliet he had got for you, a folded-up note, and a comb for his hair he had yet to put back in his bag despite him not needing it anymore.

You turn to face him after he shuts the door, smiling. He almost looked normal here, now. Like he was getting used to being here with you, living your life. It certainly wasn't like what he left behind in the Capitol, but to you it was special.

"Y/N, I have something to tell you." Coryo says, serious with a lowered voice. He didn't want anyone to hear it, even though you were still likely alone in the home.

"Okay." You reply, feeling your brow crease as you nod at him. His tone makes you nervous- your heart skips a beat in your chest. For a moment, you feel trapped. Tell him what you need. He won't mind.

"Can you... can you move away from the door, please?" You ask quietly before he has the chance to speak again.

He nods, not wasting a second before passing you and you turn with him, now with the door to your own back. "Is that better? You okay?" He asks and you nod.

"Fine just fine." You smile, trying to be reassuring. "What were you going to tell me?"

"Right, so..." You watch as he runs a hand over his head, still in the habit of pushing back his hair. "I was in Sejanus's room the other day, and I found this note. It had two dates and places on it, and then your brother's name and that was it."

"Oh." That's the only thing you can think of to say. "Well... do you remember the places? Maybe he was just trying to remember Len's name?"

"I don't know, I was hoping you'd know more." Coryo sighs, reaching for the bedside drawer. He had written down what he remembered from the dates and times, because he did want to ask you about it. "But he's been leaving and coming back at odd hours, he won't tell me what he's doing. Is he with Lucy Gray?"

"I don't think so." You frown, shaking your head. "But they have been getting close."

"But that doesn't really feel relevant to the note, or your brother."

"No... It certainly doesn't seem that way."

"Here, so... I wrote it down. Uh... The Hob, August seventeenth at ten pm, and broken fence August eighteenth at four am." He reads off what he remembered enough from the note to write down.

You tilt your head.

"Does that mean anything to you?"

"Well, on the seventeenth The Covey is performing at the Hob, so maybe he planned on going to that." You explain. "But broken fence... there's so many of those around here I couldn't tell you. Although, four am is an incredibly odd time to be meeting anyone."

"That's three hours before our train leaves."

"Oh." You shake your head slightly. "That's very weird."

"I know." Coryo sighs. "He won't tell me either, I've asked if he has any plans that night and he said no."

"Well... We should go." You offer. "Tell him that we're going to the meadow that night, and we'll just go after him. See who he's with."

Coryo raises his eyebrows at you. "I didn't take you for the nosy type."

"Well, I'm a big sister at heart and if it possibly involves Lennox I have to know." You argue. "It could be dangerous. He's always had a few friends I didn't love."

"Are you okay to go back there? I can go without you." He offers.

"I'll be fine." You insist. It's more so out of necessity, you have no choice but to be fine. You have to know- you have to make sure your brother and friend are safe.

"Are you sure about this?" Coryo asks, stopping you outside the entrance to the Hob. "If you want to go home I can take you, I just want you to feel safe."

"I know." You give him a small, reassuring smile as you squeeze his hand. "If I need to leave I'll tell you. I promise."

He nods, taking one last look at you to make sure you still seem okay before he pushes the door open and you both head in.

The building is buzzing- as it usually is when The Covey performs. You smile at the music, letting Coryo pull you close to the side wall as he scans the crowded room for his friend.

"Do you see him?" You ask, and he somehow hears you over the music and shakes his head.

You frown, looking around as well. No sign of Sejanus, no sign of Lennox. Lennox isn't even old enough to be here, but he wasn't at home when you left- and it's not exactly hard to sneak in.

"There," Coryo says, nodding in the direction of the opposite side of the room. You follow his eyes, and spot Sejanus talking to someone you recognize. "Who's he with?"

"Spruce." You explain. "His sister is scheduled to be executed tomorrow afternoon." You add, leaning closer so no one else will hear.

You watch as they head toward the back hall, the same one you ran down just a couple of weeks ago. "Should we go after them?" You ask when Coryo doesn't reply and he nods, watching them as he pulls you down the outside wall toward them.

You make it back to the hall without Lucy Gray spotting you, as far as you can tell. Standing outside the door, you hear shouting. You watch Coryo as he clenches his jaw, shaking his head.

"Wait out here." He tells you, dropping your hand.

"No- I, I should come." You shake your head and he grabs your cheeks, lifting your head to look into your eyes.

"I don't know what they're fighting about but it doesn't sound good. Wait out here." He's stern as he gently brushes his thumbs over your cheeks. "Listen to Lucy Gray, just watch the door. Okay, love?"

"Okay." You agree quietly, slightly nodding.

He kisses your forehead before letting you go, taking a deep breath before pushing the door open and disappearing behind it.

You chew your nails as you wait with your ear to the door, trying to decipher who is inside with them. It's hard to tell with all the shouting going on, but you hadn't heard Lennox.

"Y/N." You hear your name, quickly jumping back from the door and turning to face the voice. "What are you doin' here?"

You chew your cheek, trying to avoid Cole's gaze. "Just waitin' for Lucy Gray." You lie, looking down.

"Ah." He hums, nodding slightly as he steps closer to you. "Where's your purebred Capitol attack dog?"

"What are you doing here, Cole?" You ask, ignoring his question.

"We got leave passes for the weekend." He answers. "Hoff said something about 'boosting morale'."

"That's nice." You smile nervously. "Well, I don't want to keep you, so..."

"You aren't." He smirks, tilting his head as he looks down at you. "I'm not gonna hurt ya, you know that, right?"

"I know." You say softly.

"We're friends, aren't we?"

"Cole..." You sigh, looking down again. "We talked about this I just... We're too different. I'm sorry."

"Oh, because you have so much more in common with that prick- right?" He laughs sarcastically. "He's Capitol! He'll never know you like I do. Honestly, I'm offended that you'd choose him over me."

"I'm not choosing him over you." You frown. "I already knew we wouldn't work before I ever met him. This is very, very different. I'm sorry."

"You are? Oh, I'm glad to hear that." He nods and you eye him suspiciously. "Maybe then after he leaves, you'll give me another chance. He's taking the next train, tomorrow morning, right?"

"I can't do that, Cole." You shake your head.

"That's an awful shame." The evil smile on his face doesn't fade. "I'll have no choice but to report your father."

Your heart drops. "My Pa hasn't done anything."

He sucks in through his teeth. "Well, suspicion is enough to charge, and I don't know... I get a bit of an off feeling from him. It's actually my duty to report any suspicions we have, so honestly I've been protecting you, and I'd like to keep doing that, you know?"

You finally picked up on what he was saying, and immediately could taste the bitterness of fear on your tongue, a metallic tang that seemed to linger in the air.

"So? Do we have a date?"

"Sure." You mutter through gritted teeth.

"Sweet, thanks for finally coming to your senses, bug." Cole smiles, patting your shoulder. "I'll see you tomorrow afternoon!" He calls back as he walks away.

You don't even care what's going on inside, you can't be alone in this dark hallway anymore.

You pull the door open and rush in, but you're quickly stopped by Coryo's arm as he takes a few steps back, pushing you behind him. "What- what's-"

"She can't be in here!" Spruce spits at Coryo as you look past him, gasping at the sight of several guns on the table and the one in his arms.

"Listen, she's not involved." Sejanus promises.

"Her brother is gonna help us, it's cool. She won't tell." You look at Billy Taupe when he speaks, eyes wide.

"No- this is crazy." Mayfair shakes her head. "She's not coming with us. We're not bringing her or Lucy Gray. I'm leaving."

"No, they aren't coming. I just said I'd ask. Now she knows, so she probably should." Billy Taupe replies and your eyes flick between the couple. You had no idea what was going on, where he wanted you to go, and what this had to do with Sejanus or your brother.

"No! My daddy will have you all strung up for this." She throws her hands up and starts to walk toward the back door. Your heart is pounding in your chest as Coryo reaches for one of the guns.

"Don't!" You cry out, forcing yourself in front of him just as he aims the gun at her. At you.

"Y/N, you gotta move right now." He says quickly, and you hear her footsteps stop behind you.

You can only look at his eyes as they flit between anger, instinct, and fear.

"Coryo." You say, voice cracking and it's only then that you feel the tears dampening your cheeks.

The barrel of the gun is under an inch from your chest, and you can see his hands shaking as he holds the heavy weapon in his hands. He won't shoot you- he won't.

The world around you seems to blur as your focus narrows on the overwhelming sense of fear gripping you tightly. Right now, if someone asked where you were, you wouldn't know. You just as easily could have been standing in the arena. 

He doesn't dare move as he stares at you, eyes wide. He doesn't want to hurt you, but that's why he has to do this. He can't let whoever that girl was have you killed. Still, you stand in front of him. Shaking, but not moving. This was the girl he knew from the games who offered a rose to Coral who in the moments before was threatening her. The girl who so thoroughly hated the idea of bringing harm to others that her own mind blocked it out completely and replaced the story with something else. This was the girl who was willing to give up her life just to be able to give the other tributes an honourable burial that she knew they wouldn't otherwise receive. 

The girl who saw him kill another boy and despite all of that, still had it in her heart to forgive him.

You don't even hear Mayfair laugh and begin to walk away again, you only hear the gunshot that follows. You jump, immediately looking down to assess the damage. Coryo wasn't pointing the gun at you anymore, he had dropped his arms in defeat- and you had mistaken the loud noise for an impact you were expecting.

He didn't shoot you.

"What did you do?" You turn as Billy Taupe screams, eyes widening as you see Mayfair bleeding out on the floor.

"Oh god- oh god..." You mumble, stepping back until you bump into Coryo. He drops the gun back onto the table, pulling you into his arms.

"Don't look, don't look..." He tells you, turning you and pressing your head to his chest so you can't see anymore even if you wanted to.

You can't even make out what Spruce and Billy Taupe are yelling at each other over the sound of your blood pumping through your veins. Until the second gunshot.

You must be sobbing now, clinging onto the front of Coryo's shirt so tight your knuckles are burning. "You're okay, it's okay." He tells you. You don't know what's going on- you don't want to.

Coryo stares between Spruce and the body of Billy Taupe now slumped down next to Mayfair. He needs to get you out of here, now, but he doesn't know how. This has to be handled first.

He's letting you go only to grab your cheeks and get you to look at him. "Go back outside, you have to go back outside, I will handle this."

You can't even speak- can't even move. You try and shake your head. You couldn't leave him, not right now. You feel like you'd die the moment he ceased touching you.

The door slides open again, followed by an angry voice you know too well. "What the fuck?" Cole must have been watching you. He must have heard.

"No..." You cry, shaking your head. If Cole saw this you were absolutely all screwed.

"What the fuck did you do?" Cole shouts again. "Nobody fucking move! You're all-"

Another gunshot. Silence.

"Oh no, no, no..." You try and look behind Coryo but he doesn't let you, holding your head firmly into his chest again.

"It's okay. Don't look." He says again, staring at Sejanus who looks like he's panicking just as much as you are now.

"Why'd you tell them where we were? Now you've gone and screwed us all over! I just shot a peacekeeper!"

"He didn't tell anyone." Coryo defends him. "We followed him, Cole followed us."

"Fuck." Spruce sighs, throwing the gun onto the pile of others still laid across the table. "We gotta bump this up. We have to get Lil now, go tell Lennox to get the stuff and hide it for us like we said."

"Get rid of the guns and pretend this never happened."Coryo hisses. "And leave the kid out of this. It's too late for whatever plan you had now- we don't know where he is."

You can't even hear a single thing going on anymore. You're actually sure you might faint.

When you go from shaking to completely still in Coryo's arms, he knows you have. "Shit..." He mumbles, trying to steady you as your knees give out. He quickly readjusts so he can lift you with an arm under your knees and the other under your back.

"I gotta get her out of here and you have to move quick. Get rid of the guns. Now." He instructs, and surprisingly, Spruce listens. He throws the weapons into a bag and steps over the two bodies by the door before leaving.

"It wasn't supposed to be like this." Sejanus cries, gripping onto his hair and breathing heavily. "No one was supposed to get hurt!"

"Sejanus, for once just shut up!" He grabs his attention from where his friend is staring at the dead couple, clearly losing his mind. Coryo doesn't have time for this- an unconscious girl in his arms and his friend looking like he's about to be in the same state in a matter of moments.

"It's all my fault..."

"All of this is your fault!" Coryo agrees, looking around at the mess of the room. "It's only gonna get worse if you don't pull yourself together."

"Oh, god..."

"If you breathe a word now, all three of us are finished. Just like in the arena. We came here to see her. If we go down, she goes with us." He holds you tighter to his chest as your hair falls over the curve of his arm, your head limp against his skin. "So now we have to go back to the house, gather all our shit, and act like nothing is wrong. We have to board the train tomorrow like nothing is wrong. Do you understand?"

"I- I don't know." Sejanus sniffs.

"Hey." Coryo says, taking a few steps closer. "Look at me. You have to pull it together. I know you wanted to go with them but now they aren't going. We've got to stick together. You won't get in trouble. I won't let anything happen to you, but you have to listen to me." It was obvious that it didn't matter that none of you pulled the trigger- being in the room was enough; especially when a peacekeeper had been murdered. If you were caught, you'd all be executed. "We're brothers, yeah? Brothers. Whatever you've done, I swear I will keep you safe."

"Brothers. Yeah." Sejanus mutters, still obviously in shock.

"Those guns were the only loose ends besides the four of us, so we're gonna be okay as long as we leave tomorrow." He breathes. "Okay? Not a word."

"O-Okay." Sejanus nods slightly, trying to keep his focus on the boy in front of him rather than their unconscious friend in his arms.

Coryo tried to give him a reassuring smile, but inside he was panicking too. They could escape it all on the train tomorrow, but now came the problem of what to do with you.

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I SAW YOUR NANAMI POST WKDNEJDNFG I'VE BEEN WAITING I LOVE YOUR WORK.

Can you do a sweet but also angsty one with Nanami where y/n and him had a big fight before Shibuya happens and didn't talk the whole time bcz stubborn pride but also feel very guilty that he left the argument at that. But then Shibuya HAPPENS, and as he thought he was abouta die, she saves him and dies in his place. Idk heheehe

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Slamming your hands on the table, you stood from your chair, "Darling, don't do that, show me your han -" You cut your husbands sentence short. "I don't want yuji there! You're asking me to take my son away from me!" You yelled at Nanami as he approached you, but you moved away. "It's not what I want! And I will be there with him, you know as much as me that how this is gonna en-"

"No!" You shouted at him, "you leave with yuji to shibuya, and I will never look at you ever again. You're gonna lose me." Nanami felt the frustration building up to him.

"Why are you being difficult? Work with me here!" Now it was Nanami shouting.

"I can't! I can't. You are asking too much of me. You're asking me to send my boy to death. I heard about kenjaku, and what that demon capable of, and you want me to send my boy where they know that kenjaku is? You're fucking crazy!" You shouted and stormed to your room Slamming the door behind you. Nanami sighed falling on the couch, rubbing his face before getting up and grabbing his jacket as he exited the house. Unable to hear the muffled cries of yours behind closed door.

Yuji didn't tell you that he was already in shibuya until you texted him over and over asking him to get home and the moment he told you that he was in shibuya your heart dropped, with shaking hands you looked at the text at the "I love you mom, please take care. I'm sorry" you threw the phone and rushed out of the house.

And just like you thought, the whole shibuya roads were in shambles, shops destroyed, roads broken, fires, and car alarms everywhere. You didn't stop running and yelling for both yuji and Nanami, yet they were nowhere to be found. Finally, you arrived at the station; and it was terrifyingly quiet as you walked around looking everywhere for anyone until you saw in distance someone walking. Whipping your tears, you walked further only to stop as you gasped and your hands finding their way on your lips, tears streamed down your face, "Na-Nanam-" you rushed towards your husbands badly wounded self. The shock in his eyes when he saw you, he dropped his weapon and gathered your face in his hands, "w-what are you doing here? Go home! Go back. Why did you come here?" Nanami asked, tears finding their way in his eyes. You hugged him, crying. "I'm so -"

"Mom!" You heard a scream and turned to find Yuji stumbling his way towards you with a smile and bruised face. You looked at Nanami, then let go to rush towards Yuji, happy to finally hold your boy. You were stopped midway when a curse showed up out of nowhere in front of you, stabbing you in your stomach. Everything felt numb as you fell on the ground and saw both Nanami and Yuji rushing to fight the curse. It was a rather powerful one that managed to knock yuji away, slamming him on the wall while Nanami fought the curse with the strength he had left. Holding onto your bleeding wound, you tried to get up as you noticed Mahito approaching your husband as he wasn't looking. Winching in pain you got up with the curses sharp weapon still stabbed in your stomach you limped your way behind Mahito as now he wasn't able to notice you, you pulled the sharp weapon from your wound screaming in pain, "MAHITO!" He turned around just in time and you stabbed him in the chest, The look of shock Mahito gave away when you stabbed him was equally to when you looked down to notice that Mahito stabbed you in the heart with his sharp cursed weapon. Blood flashed from your lips as you fell on the floor. Nanami rushed towards you, holding you in his arms as you gasped in pain, throwing up blood. You reached your bloody hands and caressed his face, forcing a smile as you tried to speak, "i-i-im s-sor-sorry Ple-ase, Y-Yu-yuji." Yuji got up and saw you in Nanami's arms as he rushed towards you crying and fell beside you, "Mama! Ma! Please h-hold on. SOMEONE HELP! PLEASE ANYONE." You held Yuji's hand in your squeezing it before giving it a kiss, "G-go, l-liv-uhhh." You sighed and closed your eyes. Nanami cried and screamed, holding your bloody body in his arms as Yuji screamed, holding your hand and holding it near his forehead while crying.

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Chapter 11: My Tears Are Becoming a Sea

- Rio (Good Girls) x Female Reader/You -

-> 18+ readers only!

-> English is not my native language, so bear with me because there will probably be some grammatical mistakes.

Summary: Rio, a dangerous, ruthless gangster, stumbles your path.

Rating: Mature, Explicit.

Warnings: Mentions of rape and assault.

Word count: 729.

A/N: Hey Everyone,

Your girl is finally back! Is anyone still out there? 😊 I know it's been a while—2 or 3 years, in fact—since I last posted. I'm so sorry for disappearing without a word. Life threw some unexpected challenges my way, and I needed to take some time off to heal.

I hope you understand, and I truly hope I haven't lost you all. Your support has always meant the world to me, and I'm so grateful for the community we've built together. I’m excited to reconnect and share more with you all soon.

Thank you for your patience and for sticking around. I’ve missed you!

You meet his gaze, hesitant, your breath catching as his eyes lock onto yours. There's an intensity there, something raw and unspoken that fills the space between you—a current that pulls you in even as it frightens you. His thumb brushes over your palm again, a silent plea, urging you to let him in, to trust him. But trust is delicate, fragile, especially with him.

"Stop. You don’t have to do this," you whisper, your voice trembling under the weight of everything left unsaid. “Nothing happened.”

His lips curl into a faint, bitter smile, one that doesn’t reach his eyes. "You know when I’m gonna stop? When I bury him."

Before you can respond, his hand tightens around yours, anchoring you in the moment. The warmth of his skin against yours is a stark reminder that he's here, real, and impossibly close. He's the kind of man who could break you in every way, and yet, here he is, trying to soothe your soul in the only way he knows how.

"You don’t have to protect me," you murmur, though the words feel empty, as if they lack the strength to stand on their own. "I’m not someone who needs saving."

You try to pull away, shaking your head, but he won’t let go. His grip is gentle yet unyielding, silently telling you that he’s not going anywhere—not now, maybe not ever.

"How many times do I have to say it? Nothing happened to me! I... I..." The words catch in your throat, strangled by the knot of fear and shame that has taken root there. Your mouth is dry, your lips quivering as you struggle to voice the truth that refuses to surface. You squeeze your eyes shut, hoping to escape, but the darkness only makes the memory more vivid, replaying in agonizing detail behind your closed lids.

“Don’t pull that shit with me. Talk to me.” Rio's voice is soft, coaxing, but there's an edge of firmness that tells you he won't let this go. His thumb brushes your cheek, and you flinch, the tenderness of the gesture nearly unbearable. It’s too much, too kind. You don’t deserve it—not after what happened.

“I can’t,” you whisper, your voice so faint you can barely hear it yourself. The words crumble within you, like a wall you built too high and too thick, now collapsing under its own weight. “Please, Rio… I can’t…”

He says nothing, just waits, his patience both comforting and unnerving. He doesn’t push, but his presence is a constant, a reminder that he’s here, that he’s not leaving until you say something. You try to pull your hand away again, desperate to sever the connection, to retreat into yourself, but he holds on, his grip firm but not forceful. It’s as if he’s trying to keep you from slipping away into the shadows where your memories hide.

“How about we try this again, yeah? From the beginning.” Tears sting your eyes, and you look away, ashamed of the emotions threatening to spill over. But he doesn’t let you. His hand moves from your chin to cradle your face, gently turning you to face him once more. “Don’t push me away, darlin’.”

You hesitate, your thoughts racing. What can you possibly say to that? The truth? That he’s shaken the very foundation of who you thought you were? That despite everything—despite knowing exactly who he is—you’re still drawn to him in a way that makes no sense? For the first time, you consider it. You think about letting him see the parts of you that you’ve hidden from everyone else. The parts that are bruised and scarred, but still fighting. The parts that long for something more, even if the thought of it terrifies you.

"Whatever happened, it doesn’t change how I see you," he says softly. "You’re still my girl. And nothing—nothing—can take that away, yeah ?"

His words slice through the fog of guilt and fear, reaching a part of you that you’ve tried to bury. You don’t know if you can believe him, if you can trust that he’s telling the truth. But in this moment, more than anything, you want to. You want to believe that you’re more than your mistakes, more than the darkness that clings to you.

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pairing: jungkook x female reader

summary: jeongguk, a free spirit, an adventurer, sees you a year later still picking up the pieces he left behind.

genre/tags: exes, angst, post-break-up, hurt & comfort, some fluff here and there

word count: 4k

a/n: i play favorites with my stories and i will say that this one sits on the throne— at least for now. there will be a mini-sequel for release soon (fingers crossed)

Walking into the club, Jeongguk feels his throat tighten. After being away for a year to figure out what he wanted to do in life, it wasn’t easy to just slide his way back into the lives of the people he once knew—

—into the lives of the people he once left behind.

The welcome back party his friends have thrown for him was nice. He hasn’t felt the company of familiarity in a while now. It was good to see them again— like nothing ever happened. Like he never left.

Backpacking across Europe, Jeongguk felt free and light. He has always wanted to see beyond the confines of his home, to see what’s out there, what’s waiting for him.

Yet in doing so, he also had to make sacrifices— ones he didn’t want.

Stepping out of the club, Jeongguk needed to breathe. He might have been in and out of festivals and parties during his stay abroad, but the stuffiness of a crowded club will always make him uncomfortable. As soon as he is out, he hears a pair of heels tap against the pavement.

To his right, he sees a man trying to support a woman by her waist, her heels making dull noises as they hit the cold pavement.

“Come on, beautiful, let me take you home.”

Jeongguk hears the woman groan and slur at her words seemingly drunk, “I don’t know you, can you just please let me go.”

He recognizes that voice.

“My place is just a few blocks away, we’ll be there in no—”

“She told you to let her go.”

The man whirs behind him, only to see Jeongguk standing too close to where he is.

“Let her go,” Jeongguk says as his jaw slacks.

“And who are you?” the man sneers.

“Her boyfriend. Do you have a problem with that?”

The man chuckles and huffs, “You have got to be kidding me.”

“I’m not going to ask you again,” Jeongguk’s voice is now lower than it’s supposed to be. “Let her go.”

The man raises his arms in surrender, causing the woman to stumble all on her own. Jeongguk is quick to not let her fall on her own feet.

“Walk away.”

Jeongguk is honestly ready to fight if he has to, seeing that the man tensed and looked like he was about to pounce. Luckily, he didn’t. Jeongguk watches him stride back inside the club before looking at the woman.

He would recognize you anywhere.

Your hair is longer and you dyed it a light brown. Your eyes still shine, even though they look tired. You are still beautiful.

And very much drunk.

When you finally had enough strength to look into the eyes of the stranger who seems to have saved your ass, recognition dawns on you.

“Shit, I need to stop taking sleeping pills. For a second there, I thought you were my ex.”

Jeongguk swallows the lump forming in his throat, “____, it’s me.”

As soon as you hear his voice, your will to become more lucid has never been stronger.

“W-ait wha—? J-jeongguk?”

“Are you with anyone? They should know that you’re out here,” When you don’t respond, Jeongguk continues, “You’re drunk, ____. If you’re with someone inside—-”

You pull your arm away from him, slightly stumbling backward.

“I a-am not with… anyone. No—” You started to stumble once more, causing Jeongguk to hold onto your waist.

“Okay, come on, let’s get you home.”

“I am not going home with you,” you mumble.

“You’ve had enough to drink.”

“That— that is true,” you sloppily agreed, your head bobbing to the side, resting on Jeongguk’s shoulder.

“Okay then, the night’s over for you, let’s go.”

Surprisingly, you do not put up much of a fight. Jeongguk ushers you to his car and gently placed his palm on top of your head to prevent you from hitting your head on the car door frame. Getting into the car himself, he reaches across you to fasten your seatbelt. He can smell the alcohol on you, yet once the honey and lavender notes of your shampoo invade his senses, he has to keep himself from pulling you into a tight embrace.

Fuck, he misses you.

You shifted in the passenger seat as Jeongguk started the engine. “I need to know where you live, ____”

You lay your head back onto the headrest and mumble, “You know where I live.”

For a while, Jeongguk couldn’t move. He didn’t want to believe it. You must have sensed his body grow tense because you turn to look at him, eyes half-lidded but enough to tell Jeongguk about the sadness lingering.

“I still live there.”

The car ride back to your place was a quiet one. You seem to have fallen into a light sleep, occasionally stirring when Jeongguk stopped at a light or when he took a turn. He still knows the way to the apartment—- almost like muscle memory, like the back of his hand. As he listens to the sound of your breathing, his thoughts are all over the place.

What were you doing in a club all alone?

Why do you still live in our old apartment?

Why do you look like you’re still hurting?

Jeongguk tries his best to help you get into the apartment in one piece. You being drunk isn’t something new to him, not really. When you were still together, there were nights when he had to do the same thing—- take you back home safely.

Jeongguk wanted to chuckle at the irony but quickly realize that the only difference now is that you’re no longer his.

Not only does Jeongguk know what kind of drunk you are—- the quiet one—- he also knows that you require, at all costs, a shower before lying on the bed because you hate the idea of alcohol and smoke touching your sheets. He knew you’d throw a fit when you didn’t get your shower.

He watches you stumble your way through the dark surroundings of the apartment, trying to find the light switch. When you finally find it and light helped illuminate the room, Jeongguk feels his chest ache. A quick look around the apartment tells him everything and nothing has changed since he left. He is quickly pulled out of his thoughts when he hears a dull thump.

“Shit.”

He sees you rub on your leg right after it hit the kitchen counter and he quickly rushes to your side. As he was about to lead you into the master bedroom, he feels you resist.

“That’s not where I sleep.” Jeongguk looks at you, all puzzled until you try to redirect him to the other side of the hallway.

Jeongguk’s heart drops upon realizing one of the changes in the apartment since he left—- you now sleep in the room that was once his own small photography and video-editing room.

“M— I’m going to take a s-show—er,” you tried to say coherently, but your tongue still felt like lead.

“Do you need any help?”

You shake your head and stumble, “M’ fine…”

“I’ll be here if you need me.”

You seem to nod your head, at least that’s what Jeongguk likes to think. As soon as the bathroom door closed, Jeongguk allows his eyes to wander around the room.

The walls still hold the same hue, there was now a small bonsai sitting on the window sill. The bed you sleep on holds the same familiarity and it grips at his heart—- it’s the same bed where you both whispered promises of love to one another in the middle of the night, the same bed where you both made love as two souls intertwined, the same bed where you held each other through good and bad. Tears threaten to prick at Jeongguk’s eyes. He didn’t expect his first night back to turn out this way, didn’t anticipate he’d run into you and see you moving on yet also holding on to everything you both once shared.

The whole time, Jeongguk listens intently for any sign of you on the other side of the door, ready to help you if you need it. When he heard a loud clank, he jumped to the door but hesitated last minute. He heard you curse.

With one hand on the doorknob, he knocked, “_____? Are you okay?” When no response came, he tried again, “I’m coming in, okay?”

When he opens the bathroom, he finds you sitting on the floor, a green bottle with its contents spilled out onto the floor. Jeongguk immediately kneels before you, holding your face in his hands.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Your eyes start to droop, the effects of alcohol still kicking in. “M’fine, I just—- I think I wasted a whole bottle of toner because I’m stupid.”

“You’re not stupid, ____. It was an accident.”

His words made the corner of your lip twitch and you hummed. Jeongguk helped you up and carried you to the bathroom counter.

This was another familiar setting between you and Jeongguk—- him helping you with your skincare after taking a shower, especially when you’re too inebriated to do it yourself. Picking up the bottle of your toner, he smiled, “There’s still some left.” He grabbed a piece of face pad and dabbled the toner onto your skin. Your eyes fall close and sigh as soon as his fingers did their work.

Jeongguk misses seeing your facial features relax under his touch. In the past, he used to see you smile even just a little bit as he ran the tips of his fingers, trying to get all that serum in. He misses this quiet intimacy you both shared.

He opens the medicine cabinet and found your moisturizer. He squeezed a bit of it onto the back of his hand before gently rubbing circles across your cheeks, forehead, and neck.

“Jeongguk I’m so sleepy…”

“We’re almost done, love.”

The term of endearment naturally slips and Jeongguk immediately looks at you to see if you picked it up. His heart swells at the sight of you—- glowing, whispering a soft agreement, almost like you’re giving him your full trust. If you had heard what he just addressed you with, you were good at hiding your reaction.

Jeongguk helps you settle in for bed, tucking you in under the soft blankets. As he smoothens out the creases in different places, he hears you whisper his name.

He didn’t expect tears to stream down your face as you look at him through half-lidded eyes.

“Hey, hey… _____ what’s wrong, why are you crying?”

He knows how you tend to get emotional during those rare moments you get really drunk—- that was another thing that bothered him since he saw you back at the club. You only get drunk when you’re really, really trying to escape from something.

He wipes your tears using his knuckles, “_____ please don’t cry.”

“Did you… did you find what you were looking for?”

Jeongguk knows what you were trying to ask and his heart aches because you haven’t forgotten, “What do you mean?”

“Did you get to experience a good life, Jeongguk? Because—- because it’s all I ever wanted for you…”

Your eyes were starting to close, almost fully succumbing to sleep. Jeongguk allowed his own tears to fall.

“Why aren’t you answering?”

Jeongguk tried his best not to sob right there and then, “Hmm. I did experience good things.”

It took you a while to respond and for a minute, Jeongguk thought you had already fallen asleep. “Was I ever enough?”

Jeongguk feels his whole body tense and freeze, his fingers stopping in the middle of caressing your cheek.

“Was I ever enough for you?”

There have been a lot of things you had wanted to ask Jeongguk in the past but didn’t get to. Jeongguk knew now that he could have done a lot of things differently—- that he could have chased his dreams without letting you go.

“You have always been more than enough for me, ____.”

You smiled, but it didn’t reach your eyes, “I’m glad—- I’m glad life has been kind to you.” You try to fight off the sleep because even in the state you are in, you still manage to see how Jeongguk tries his best to fight off his tears. You slowly lifted your hand to reach out and touch his face. “You deserve to be happy, Jeongguk.”

Jeongguk holds your hand in his, kissing your palm as he cries. There are a lot of things he could have done differently in the past—- and that includes not losing you and making you sad as you have been since he left. He cried for you— the only person who made life worth living. He cried for the both of you— the only good thing in his life that he ruined.

You wake up with the sunlight peeking through the blinds. The first thing you felt was your throbbing headache. You couldn’t remember how you even managed to come home last night. You went into the club to have some fun, maybe look for a good time, all because you wanted to do anything except wallow. You tried sitting up, realizing there is already a glass of water and aspirin on the bedside table— you definitely do not recall putting both of those there. You were almost finished drinking the whole glass when you heard the sound of plates and cutlery outside your room. You don’t remember bringing anyone home last night, no no no.

The moment you step into your kitchen, you see someone with their back to you finding their way around the pots and stove.

You recognize those broad shoulders.

“Uh… hello?”

Jeongguk slightly jumps at the sound of your voice. His features relax when he realizes you’ve woken up.

“Good morning, ____”

“Y-you’re here.”

“I’m here,” Jeongguk whispered, holding his breath.

“H-how did you—” Goddamn, you really need to stop drinking so much.

“I ran into you last night at the club. You were trying to get away from someone and I told them to fuck off.”

“O–oh.”

Jeongguk placed the cutlery on either side of the bowl, “Come, I made you some hangover soup.”

You timidly made your way to the kitchen counter, trying to wrack your brain as to what happened last night.

“I can hear you thinking, ____.”

“Did I— Did I say anything… last night?” You weren’t one for dilly-dallying, you have always been straightforward with Jeongguk. You were also like that the night he left.

Jeongguk didn’t respond right away and proceeded to pour another serving of soup onto a bowl. “No, not anything significant. Although, you did drop your new bottle of toner onto the bathroom floor.”

He hears you groan almost immediately. When he turns around, you had your head in your hands. “That was a new bottle of toner.”

“I know, you said so last night.” Biting your lip, he added, “I can swing by the store and buy you a new one.”

You continue to just look at Jeongguk, eyes turning glassy. You don’t remember everything you said last night, but you do recall Jeongguk crying.

“It wasn’t insignificant.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“What did we talk about last night, Jeongguk?”

“____, you need to eat first. You haven’t eaten anything since last night, I think.”

“No, Jeongguk. I asked you a question.”

Jeongguk knows this isn’t a battle he could win. Since last night, everything about you and him has been unconventional and this isn’t how he planned on meeting you again.

“You asked me if I found what I was looking for. I said I did, I had a good time… you also asked me if you were ever enough for me. I answered yes, _____. I will never stop saying it until you believe it. You have always been more than enough for me.”

Your hands were on the counter's edge, ready to stand and leave, “That’s unfair, Jeongguk. You do not mean that.”

“Why? Why is it so hard to believe?” Jeongguk briefly closed his eyes, reminding himself to not lose his cool because that stubbornness was one of the things that tore you both apart. “Look, _____. When I saw you last night, you were almost taken advantage of by some sleazeball. You never drink that much unless there’s a reason, but when I tried asking you if you were with anybody else, you told me there wasn’t. Since when did you start drinking alone at clubs? You could have gotten hurt—-”

“You don’t have any right to care about me, Jeongguk. You should have just left me there.”

“I know I lost that right a long time ago, but I can’t help it. You were once my girlfriend, _____, I cannot just leave you.”

The scoff you let out tore at Jeongguk. “You already left me once, Jeongguk. Surely it isn’t hard to do it the second time around.”

Jeongguk stands up to come near you, but you flinch. His heart aches once again.

“Now that’s unfair, _____,” Jeongguk closes his eyes for a fleeting moment, trying to temper the pain in his own heart, “You have every right to be angry with me—-”

“I am not angry, Jeongguk, I am in pain,” you try to level your voice despite wanting to scream, “I am still hurting so much and you put me here.” Your tears were now uncontrollable. “You were supposed to be the one person I could turn to when things became hard. Since you left, I tried to understand what I did wrong, what I did so bad enough for you to just up and leave.”

You turn your back on Jeongguk because looking at him is becoming too painful for you to bear. Your tongue is faster than your thoughts, threatening to spill every single ounce of pain you have kept in for far too long. You bite your lip in an attempt to stop talking, but then a small sob comes out instead.

“Shit, this isn’t supposed to be happening, I was already trying to move on from everything and I just—-” you bite on your bottom lip again before turning back to face him, “Did you know that it was supposed to be our third year anniversary yesterday?”

The gears in Jeongguk’s head started to turn; once more, he failed to remember. He failed you.

“I loved you so much, Jeongguk. But you broke my heart so much I can’t even bear to see you—” Jeongguk runs and catches you just before your knees gave in.

None of your fights with Jeongguk were this emotionally driven before. This is completely new territory to both of you and now you’re drowning in it. Jeongguk held you in his arms as you continue to sob, still too exhausted to push him away this time.

“I’m sorry, ____, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I was wrong to leave you behind. I should have just asked you to come with me, but I didn’t. I was selfish and I didn’t want to drag you down with me just because I didn’t know what I want. I’m sorry, ____, I know it isn’t enough to fix anything, but I really am sorry for hurting you like this.”

Both of you stay like that on the floor for a while, holding each other, not knowing what is going to happen next. Jeongguk cradles your head as close as you allow him as he cries tears of his own. He used to know how to comfort you, how to take care of you when you were upset.

This time around he doesn’t know how to do any of that because he knows he is the cause of your misery.

You open your eyes to a dim room. As you slowly come to, the argument with Jeongguk at breakfast came rushing back. With rain making itself known through the sounds of its downfall on your bedroom window, you realize Jeongguk was beside you— head laid on the edge of the bed, sleeping. You bring a hand up to remove the stray hairs that clouded his tired features. It’s been a year, you thought. Yet Jeongguk still looks peaceful despite the more evident circles under his eyes.

It’s been a year and Jeongguk found you again.

Tracing his cheek with your fingers didn’t last long because Jeongguk’s eyes slowly opened. Despite the tension from earlier, you didn’t feel the need to pull your hand away. Jeongguk turned his head to face you, chin resting on his hand.

“Hi,” Jeongguk whispered.

“Hey,” you replied, “It’s uncomfortable down there.”

Jeongguk carefully shook his head. “I only closed my eyes for a while, trying to listen to the rain.”

“It calms you.” You supplied.

“And you remember,” Jeongguk murmured with silent glee in his heart.

“Of course I do,” you said, giving him a small smile.

“I’m sorry, ____.”

“I know you are. I know. It’s not wrong to want things for yourself… to find yourself.”

“But it doesn’t change the fact that I left you for wanting those things. I could have handled it better,” Jeongguk defended.

You find yourself nodding, “I understand why you had to leave, Jeongguk. I didn’t want to be the one to hold you back from experiencing the good things in life,” you take a deep breath, “Even if that does not include me.”

Jeongguk moved to sit on the bed with you and gently held your hands. Looking up at you, he finally sees the stars in your eyes once more. They’re barely there— they have lost their light, but maybe he can still fix it.

“There are so many things I wasn’t able to tell you… not after we left things the way we did. I walked out on you, ____. You can’t let me off so easily for that… But I do want to make things right, somehow. If you will let me.”

You keep your eyes trained on your hands, the one being held the love of your life. If you really have to ask yourself, nothing has really changed about your feelings for Jeongguk. You still love him, deep down you know that.

“Hey, ____?” Jeongguk asked tentatively. You hum in response as you finally look at him.

“Why didn’t you move out? I mean—- the lease was up days before… before I left, and I just—”

“It was a hard decision at first,” you supplied, gripping Jeongguk’s hands just a bit tighter, “But I realized I didn’t want to move out. Honestly, I just really missed you and I’m reminded of it every single day when I’m here. But somehow, it also helped keep me going. Even though we didn’t end things well, I still wanted to hold on to what was left. I moved into your old studio because I wanted to feel close to you even though you’re no longer here. Deep down, I knew I didn’t resent you for leaving. It hurt like hell, I’m not denying that. But It also made me feel proud of you because you were finally achieving your dreams.”

Jeongguk reached out to cradle your face in his hand, “Why are you still so kind to me, _____? After all I’ve done to you?”

“You’re the only person who has ever made me feel happy,” you held his hand in yours as a tear trickled down your cheek, “I never stopped wishing for your happiness, Jeongguk. I want you to know that.”

“Can I— can we still work things out between us, ____? Will you let me make it up to you? I know it won’t be easy, but I am willing to do everything I can to mend us. Will you let me, ____?”

You reached out to wipe the tears that stained Jeongguk’s cheeks once more, “I would love that, Jeongguk.”

“I love you, _____. You— you don’t have to say it back, I just really want you to know that I love you so much… and I will wait for you for as long as you’ll have me…”

You lean forward to plant a soft kiss on Jeongguk’s forehead. With all the love in the world, you hope that for now, this will help him feel that you’re just as willing to wait for him, too.

“I love you too, Jeongguk. I always have.”

[daddyy333]

Secret’s out | Chris Sturniolo x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 1.7k

warnings: reader is drunk, reader is hungover, reader throws up, reader cries, ?

summary: you accidentally reveal you and Chris’s relationship to the public

You giggled as you walked out of the bar, drunk off your ass. You never drank much, and then when you started dating your completely sober boyfriend Chris you drank even less because it felt like the right thing to do in your opinion. He told you he didn’t care as long as you let him know and that you told him who you were with and that there was a designated driver.

Tonight, you convinced your designated driver to have a few too many shots and ended up drunkenly texting your boyfriend “Git Jen drunj. Pick ud up!’?” You couldn’t really see straight but you were pretty sure you got it right (Chris barely understood what you had typed).

10 minutes later he was outside of the bar, a sleepy but content Matt in the driver's seat park a little far away because the bar parking was packed. You’d feel terrible in the morning finding out you made him drive unnecessarily this late but he’d rather get you home safe than leave you to get home on your own.

“Hey, y/n” he said as you stumbled out, a drunken smile on your face as you looked at him with heart eyes. “No princess? I’m not your gorgeous girl anymore?” You slurred, tears filling your eyes. “Y/n, we’re in public” he said softly, brushing your hair back.

You sighed and said “it’s okay! It’s night time! People are sleepy!” You groaned and grabbed his face, kissing him softly. He initially wanted to cringe at the taste of vodka on your tongue but then you started to caress and squeeze his neck and he melted.

“Mm- mm mm shit- babe! Come on” he said and pulled you away from his face. You looked up at him with a pout, your eyes glassy. You sniffled and said “you don’t…you don’t looove me?” “No, baby I love you so much, I do. Let’s just get home” he said and you continued to pout.

“You don’t love me…” you said, looking down and folding your arms. He sighed and said “my gorgeous girl-” “no don’t call me t- that. Y-You won’t kiss meee in public” you said through hiccups. He cupped your cheeks and lifted your head up.

You looked up at him and he pecked your lips quickly and you smiled. He smiled too and said “let me pick you up. The car is a far walk away” You yawned and he scooped you up, walking down the street to take you to the car.

You kept kissing him but he wasn’t super anxious about it because it was so late he thought it wasn’t possible anyone would catch you two. He put you in the car and you slept with your head on Nick’s lap, snoring a little which made Chris unable to keep his eyes off you.

Nick rolled his eyes and said “this is so disgusting” “shhh! You’ll wake her up” he said, reaching over to stroke your cheek. You smiled a little, a sleepy whimper coming out as you curled up even more. He blushed and Nick sighed, making Matt giggle.

You got home and clung onto him the whole time, making him carry you all over the house as you giggled into his neck and kissed all over his face. He sat you down on the counter and wiped off your makeup and gave you some medicine to hopefully help when you wake up with a hangover.

When he finally got you in bed, you fell asleep almost immediately, cuddling into him once he got in bed too. He kissed your head, rubbing your warm back and listening to you mumble in your sleep, blushing when you said his name.

When you woke up you were really nauseous, and Chris was already downstairs making breakfast. You cringed even more at the smell and said “baby?” as you rubbed your eyes and yawned.

He turned around and smiled at how cute you looked with your puffy little lips and messy hair. “Hey,” he said, kissing your cheek. You groaned, hugging him tight. He picked you up and said “you feeling sick?”

“Yea” you said, sighing softly. He set you down on the counter next to him and you said “what are you making?” “Just eggs and toast” he said and you smiled. He handed you more medicine and you kissed him as a thank you.

“Gross!” Nick said, coming downstairs. You blushed and said “shut up, loser” Nick scoffed and threw a sock at you. Chris covered you and said “hey, stop” You nearly swooned, Chris was so ridiculously protective and it genuinely made you melt. He was standing up to his own brother who threw a tiny little sock at your leg of all places simply because he didn’t want anything bothering you.

Matt came downstairs and dapped you up, groaning when you ruffled his hair up. Chris gave you breakfast and stood between your legs as you fed him half of your breakfast, even though he kept trying to make you eat.

“Guys? Have you checked your phones?” Nick said and you shook your head. Chris grabbed his phone and opened it checking Instagram, assuming maybe there was some new update “I don’t understand, nothings different” he said and Nick showed him a tiktok.

Your stomach dropped, you could see the two of you outside of that bar last night and then you started kissing on him and practically hanging off of him and then you watched your pouting and then he picked you up and you two kept kissing and just kept on fucking kissing.

You jumped off the counter, running up to his bedroom. You locked the door behind you, breathy and strained whimpers leaning your mouth. You knew you’d fucking do this. You’d fuck up and ruin everything and expose your relationship before Chris wanted to.

Your chest felt so tight, you could barely fight the tears because of how upset you were with yourself. “Baby! Baby, hey it’s okay. I’m not upset, can you please open the door” he said and you sighed shakily. You felt so nauseous now, you ran to the toilet and threw up.

The stress combined with your hangover didn’t mix well, and you felt like crap. Chris managed to jiggle the cheap lock open, and ran to your side in his bathroom. “My love, hey, hey it’s okay breathe” he said and rubbed your back, holding your hair.

You groaned and coughed a few times, your entire body shaking as you tried to push him away. “Stop it,” you whined, you didn’t want to see him because you didn’t want him to be mad at you or break up with you.

“No, you stop. I’m here, I’m not going anywhere” he said and you shook your head, sighing as you flushed the toilet. You stood up and brushed your teeth, your entire body vibrating.

“Honey, why are you shaking? Everything is gonna be fine” he said and you just ignored him, you didn’t want to talk about it and you were so sick of him always pretending that he’s not mad at you. He’s never once gotten upset with you and you just can’t stand it. Why is he so calm around you?

You tried to leave the bathroom but he stopped you, picking you up and placing you on the counter. “I’m not upset wit-” he said and you rolled your eyes, trying to get off the counter and away from him. He scoffed and said “Y/n, what the hell? Stop fighting me”

“No, you always do this! Every time I fuck up or something you just talk to me and that’s it you never yell at me or get angry you’ve never even breathed differently when I did something wrong, and this is as bad as it fucking gets. Why can’t you just get mad at me and why the hell are you still with me?!?” You yelled, your vision was so blurry and you almost couldn’t hear or something, and holy crap your mouth was dry.

“Y/n, hey, hey look at me,” he said and you locked eyes with him, looking around his face frantically and trying to blink away the blurriness. He gently grabbed your hands and breathed with you, talking to you so softly and bringing your mind back from the panicked state.

He’s weirdly grateful that growing up with Matt taught him how to also help you when you had moments of anxiety or even attacks like this one. He was holding you now, and you weren’t fighting him, which told him you’d given up.

“I don’t get mad at you because I don’t like to see you upset or sad and I don’t want to make you sad either, I think it’d kill me. I love you too much to want to be angry. Yelling and screaming isn’t healthy, either, you know? At least not every time you make a mistake. I understand when you do it it’s because you can’t help it and need to let it out. You don’t get mad at me nearly as often as you think, by the way” he said and you shook your head.

You sobbed and said “this is really bad…” “then so be it, my love. I don’t care who knows. At least I can kiss you in public now and touch your butt whenever I want” he said and you giggled, looking up at him.

“I’m sorry,” you said, more tears streaming down your face. He wiped them away and said “don’t be sorry. You didn’t know what you were doing, plus you were too cute for me stop you so it’s also my fault” you rolled your eyes and Matt and Nick popped into the room.

“Hey…” Matt said awkwardly. They got overly worried and couldn’t help but creep up to check on you two. Based on the fact that the door was opened the assumed things were decent. Chris looked over and said “it’s…it’s fine. We’ll deal with it. I’m not gonna let something so stupid make us so upset”

You sniffled and buried your head into his chest, the embarrassment of knowing everyone can see a video of you hanging off of Chris and kissing all over him like some clingy teenage girl hitting you like a truck. Nick chuckled at you and you flipped him off.

“Now you guys can kiss whenever. My life is ruined” he said and you giggled again. You played with his hands nervously and shoved Nick playfully. You stuck your tongue out and Chris shook his head as you said “you’re just jealous!” “Alright, babe, real mature” he said and kissed your head.

As of now l'm writing for

Eddie Munson

Lo’ak

Neteyam

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes

CW!Bucky Barnes

Chris Evans

Geralt of Rivia

Henry Cavill

Chris Sturniolo

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[kisskiss--fallinlove]

⋆ Taken Care Of ⋆

KYOYA X TAMAKI

Sickfic, you know the drill. Kyoya wakes up feeling on the verge of death (he has a minor illness), Tamaki insists on taking care of him. Set in the future when they’re both adults with jobs, no specific age, marital status or job clarification so go crazy with your headcanons I guess.

WARNINGS: The illness is unspecified but similar to the flu I guess, if you require specifics. I don’t think an emeto warning is necessary, there’s no vomit but possible slight reference to it?? Pretty easy to miss if that kind of thing doesn’t bother you, but I thought I should still mention it just in case. Pretty vague about sickness overall to be honest.

WORD COUNT: 1340

WILL BE POSTED ON Ao3 AND WATTPAD AT A LATER DATE AND EDITED AT THAT TIME WITH LINKS. THANKS FOR YOUR SUPPORT!!

Kyoya felt awful.

From the second he awoke he was hit with a searing pain in his forehead, which, as he discovered when bringing up a hand to grasp it in a futile attempt to calm the aching, was drenched with sweat. He nestled down into his blankets for a second, allowing himself a moment's relief before he got up to face the day. As terrible as he felt, and as much as he detested waking up this early, he simply couldn't be late for work. The very thought of leaving his bed was daunting — he was already far from being an early riser, but the condition he was in wasn't helping with that in the slightest. Still, he mused with a soft groan, if he didn't get up now he wasn't sure he ever would.

Reluctantly, Kyoya swung his legs out of bed and stood up — only to immediately stumble back onto the bed, vision blurred and stomach lurching. This movement seemed to wake up Tamaki, who stirred beside him with a confused "mrph?"

"Go back to sleep, Tamaki, you don't have to be up yet," Kyoya attempted to assure him, surprised at the raspy voice in which his words were spoken. He didn’t understand. He'd been fine last night, if a little more drowsy than usual, but now the very act of speaking felt akin to swallowing sandpaper.

Tamaki, ever-compassionate and caring for his partner's wellbeing, very annoyingly ignored him. "Kyo, are you okay?" He sat up, rubbing his eyes before looking worriedly at his partner. "You don't sound too well."

"I'll be fine," Kyoya insisted weakly. He tried once more to stand up, but every fibre of his body seemed intent on pulling him back down. "Just ... give me a second."

"You look terrible," Tamaki continued, lifting a hand to press against Kyoya's face. Kyoya couldn’t resist leaning in to the touch. "You feel terrible. You're boiling!"

"It's fine. I don't even feel too warm," Kyoya said, thinking it best to leave out the perhaps more concerning detail that he was, in fact, shivering.

Tamaki removed his hand to instead wrap his arms around Kyoya’s waist, gently yet firmly tugging him further into the bed. "Please come back to bed, mon amour. You can't go to work in this state!"

Kyoya considered it. It wouldn't be right to infect anyone else, he supposed — and he really did just want to crawl back into bed for all eternity (or, until he felt a little bit better at the very least).

"Maybe I should," he finally admitted with a sigh. He climbed back under the covers, practically melting into the comfort of his still-warm pillow as the mattress — Kyoya still had no idea as to how Tamaki had acquired one quite so soft — caressed his aching limbs.

"Good, because I'm not letting you leave this house — no, this bed — until you're better."

"Is that so?" Kyoya responded dryly. He rolled his tired eyes at Tamaki's dramatic declaration, before allowing them to flutter shut once more.

He'd surprised himself, giving in so easily like that. He ought to go back on his decision and find a way to get his work done regardless. He'd worked through illnesses before; it was just what he'd been raised to do, he supposed. But things had been different since Tamaki entered his life — Tamaki would practically force Kyoya to take breaks ever since they were younger, even when he wasn't ill. He didn't quite understand that, and wrote it off as some overprotective nature Tamaki had developed from his own upbringing while caring for his sick mother — but it did help him. Kyoya would feel better after spending time with Tamaki even when he hadn't realised he’d previously been feeling badly at all. On a similar note, Tamaki had filled a gap in Kyoya's life he hadn't known had been there to begin with, so he supposed that was just the effect Tamaki had. Now, he vaguely felt the man in question press a soft kiss to his forehead, the rest of his surroundings an incomprehensible haze as he drifted (quite without meaning to) into slumber.

Kyoya hadn't the slightest idea of how long he'd been asleep, but when he awoke he felt the most well-rested he'd been for perhaps as long as he could remember.

The door creaked open, startling Kyoya. Shouldn't Tamaki be at work by now? What time was it, even?

"I’m sorry, I didn't mean to wake you!" Tamaki whisper-yelled, as though the act of lowering his voice would magically send Kyoya right back to sleep.

"It's fine, I was already —" Kyoya began, then, remembering why he's been so startled in the first place, deflected with, "forget that. What are you doing here?"

"Hm? I live here, silly." Tamaki walked further into the room, revealing to Kyoya a tray he was balancing in his hands. Kyoya was now propped up onto his elbows, looking inquisitively at his partner.

"You're meant to be at work." Shit. Work. He'd completely forgotten in his exhaustion to inform them of his absence.

"I already told them I'm not coming in today," said Tamaki. He must have noticed Kyoya's panicked expression, because he added, "I did the same for you too."

Kyoya frowned. Tamaki seemed fine, particularly given the lack of the dramatics that usually accompanied any illness Tamaki subtracted. "You're not sick as well, are you?"

"No! I just want to take care of you."

That was what Kyoya had feared. "I can take care of myself," he told him with an exasperated sigh. "There's no reason for us both to miss work. I didn't even want to in the first place."

Tamaki let out a fond laugh. "You don't have to be so independent, mon cheri. I'm sure you can take care of yourself, but I want to be here to help. It won't hurt to let yourself be taken care of for once!" He sat beside Kyoya; gingerly, so as not to send the contents of the tray flying. "Now, are you hungry? I thought it best not to bring anything else unless you wanted it, I know how funny you get with food when you're unwell, but I'll make you anything you want. Drinks included — but have some water first, okay?"

As Tamaki continued his ramblings, Kyoya looked properly at the tray for the first time. It was one of the nicer ones they owned; lilac and white china, emblazoned with a beautiful rose pattern. It may well have been Kyoya's favourite, if he were to choose one. Set upon it was a jug of water beside a tall, ice-filled glass, as well as a miniature vase which proudly displayed a singular violet rose. Kyoya smiled despite himself. Trust Tamaki to go all out, even for something so simple as preparing a glass of water.

"You'll have to go back to work tomorrow," Kyoya said, pouring himself some water as instructed. It wasn't as though either of them desperately needed to be in work — they quite obviously had more than enough money to get by — it was the principle of missing work that unnerved Kyoya so.

"It's almost like you don't want me here," Tamaki chuckled.

Kyoya raised an eyebrow, not indulging Tamaki's joke, though he couldn’t help but to inwardly remark on just how untrue it was. "I just don't want you skipping work for no good reason.”

"You're a good reason," Tamaki said, his voice earnest as he handed Kyoya the now-full glass. "I want to be here for you whenever you need me."

Kyoya didn't know how to respond to that (Tamaki could find a way to make anything a grand declaration of love, and though Kyoya loved the fool right back all the more for it, those moments never failed to catch him off guard), so he took the glass in one hand, and Tamaki's free hand in the other.

Tamaki was most certainly going to be in work tomorrow, even if Kyoya had to drag him there himself. But for now he was too tired to argue, so he decided, for once, to let himself be taken care of.

[seriesxwriting]

Lost time

W Negan!

Series- the walking dead

Warnings- murder (use of guns), swearing, kissing , mentions of blood/death. Negan stuff basically.

Summary- your Negan’s wife from before the world went to shit. You finally find each other after years of thinking the other was dead.

“What’s going on?” I whispered to Rick trembling on my knees surrounded by the saviours. “I don’t…” rick was cut off my the sound of whistling. The door of the RV opened in front of us after Simon tapped on it. A tall man dressed in a tight leather jacket and skin tight trousers stepped out into the darkness. He had a baseball bat over his shoulder as he walked forward towards us in a line.

“This looks fun, you lot look scared as shit- anyone pissed themselves yet?” He laughed out loud, but I knew that voice. I’d never forget that voice.

“My name is-

“-Negan?” I gasped covering my mouth with my hand as a tear fell down my face and I dropped off my knees onto the backs of my legs. “Y/n?” His forehead wrinkled as he froze in his place. “Shit- I was here to make an entrance” “wh- what’s happening here?” I winced practically shaking in my spot with more tears falling now.

“Get her into the RV” he ordered to Simon ignoring my question. “She doesn’t need to see what happens to the rest of them” negan looked back down the line. I instantly felt rough hands grabbing at me pulling me upwards. “BE CAREFUL” neagan shouted storming over and pushing Simon off me. He stumbled backwards looking confused and definitely embarrassed.

Neagan wrapped an arm around my lower back guiding me to the RV “what are you doing neagan what are you doing” I shook my head grabbing his hand not letting him go. “just get in the RV y/n you don’t need to see this” his hand brushed my hair off my wet face. He smiled at me exhaling as his hand then wiped the tears away. “see what?” I asked following his sentence instantly taking the hand on my face in mine.

“If you don’t wait in there I will get Simon to shoot one of them now- I’m trying to protect you” negan frowned sounding ice cold getting defensive now. “Please just talk to me first- please” I begged him with my eyes.

“If I still mean anything to you- please” “I have people waiting on me y/n I can’t just drop everything because you want to catch up” he hissed after taking a look around the scene. All his men and my people were watching us now. “You can” i nodded looking into his eyes squeezing his hand gently.

“Fine” negan nodded at the RV door after a few seconds. “watch them, keep them in line! I’ll be five minutes” he pointed at my group before shutting us in the RV. I looked at him for a second and he looked at me before I collapsed into a hug holding his neck never wanting to part again. “I can’t believe your Alive” I whispered softly.

Slowly his arms wrapped around me and his hand held my head into his chest “I thought you were gone” he exhaled giving in to the weak emotion of love. “I can’t believe I found you” negan lowered his head kissing the top of my head. “Yeah but like this?” I pulled away from the hug looking at him still.

“Are you gonna kill them? Do your men want to kill me?” “No one’s touching you” neagan’s jaw locked in anger with the thought of that happening. “But don’t ask me not to kill them- did you see what they done to my out post? To my men?” Negan half laughed.

“You mean- What I did?” I bit my lip making my eyes wonder, his hand came up to his face and he closed his eyes letting out a deep sigh. “You helped kill my men?” “Well I didn’t know they were your men! But what your doing at the hilltop- that’s wrong” “wrong? Have you seen this world recently?” He let out a small laugh looking straight back at me.

“There still human- we’re all human! we’re breathing we’re alive” “so what you did at the outpost? That was right huh” “no” I shook my head sadly looking at our feet.

“What do you want from me y/n- right now what are you trying to get” “you- I just want you” I answered him softly and honestly, a small smile grew on his face. “Then come back with me to the sanctuary, we can have a life again- forget about them” negan tried to convince me stepping so our body’s were touching. “You know me, better than anyone, I can’t just forget about them I won’t” I shook my head vigorously. “I’d be dead if it wasn’t for everyone out there- they’ve all helped save my life multiple times I owe them my life negan”

Negan sighed rubbing his temple before holding my waist with a hand. “y/n I know what your getting at but I can’t just-.” “Do you remember that time a few years ago, we were at a party and some dude tried to grope me when you were in the bathroom?” I asked him desperately. “Mmh” negan hummed remembering back. “And that random man saved me from- from being prey to that dirt bag” “don’t” negan shook his head closing his eyes. “Do you remember what you said to that man who saved me negan?”

He exhaled before looking at me in the eyes again. “Anyone who protects my girl has my respect for life” he whispered making me smile as another tear fell down my face. “But the world has changed” “but where we stand hasn’t- I still love you negan- unless where you stand isn’t with me…” “I love you y/n- that’s never changed” he whispered wiping my tear away with his thumb. “Just make peace with us- be with me but this is the only way, what do you want more” I questioned.

Negan pulled away picking his bat up and examining it. “I named her after you- she’s all I had left of you” he told me quietly. I didn’t know what he was going to say I was so scared. Out of nowhere he tossed the bat behind him, it fell with a clatter. “I want you” he stepped back toward me guiding my face into his. Kissing me again after all this time, all these years, It felt so right. We were back together finally. He held me close to his body clutching my waist as I held his face.

“Promise me peace” I whispered against him. “I promise you peace” he told me kissing me again.

In that magical moment we heard gunfire from outside. We turned to look at the door before hearing another one. I ran to swing the door open while negan grabbed his bat. I stepped outside to floods of tears and death. “What happened!” Neagan boomed seeing Glenn and Abraham dead on the floor.

“They tried attacking me” one of the men shrugged with out a care still holding his gun up. “NO” negan shouted. “NO NO NO NO” he carried on before smashing his bat into the floor.

My eyes watered seeing two dead bodies and Maggie whaling for her husband in her weak state. Negan held his gun out and squeezed with out hesitation shooting the murder in the head. “Let that be a lesson- You wait for my orders!” Negan shouted at his men. “I said watch them- NOT SHOOT THEM”.

“It’s done” I cried looking at my husband. “We killed your outpost, you killed two of us- it’s over, there’s peace now right?” I sobbed as he looked at me sympathetically, his eyes soft. Negan came over to me hugging me tight holding my head. “There’s peace” he whispered kissing the top of my head.

“Your letting us go?” Rick frowned filled with confusion. “You have y/n to thank for your worthless lives” negan confessed giving Rick a dirty look and keeping me evidently close to him. “You go back to Alexandria, all of you- but if I find you’ve touched even one of my men” “you’ll what?” I asked looked up at him. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that” he raised an eyebrow at me.

“Clear out” negan yelled at his men. On command they all got into vehicles and drove away leaving negan with me and the rest of my group.

“Maggie” I whispered ran up to her as she crawled over to Glenn. “Thank you” she looked up at me with sparkling eyes from her tears. “Are you coming back with us?” Rick asked me looking at negan who was looking at me. “I’ll be back- but I need to catch up with my husband” I nodded with a little smile. I hadn’t used that word in so long.

Carl out of nowhere came to hug me “please be back” he whispered squeezing me. “I’ll be back” I ruffled his hair underneath his hat. Rick came over to hug me. “Nuh uh” negan coughed from where he was standing.

I turned around to look at him shaking his head. “Seriously?” Rick asked raising an eyebrow. “I don’t like how you look at her rick” negan frowned clutching his bat. “Or me” he continued. “I’ll see you soon” I whispered patting him on the arm before walking back over to negan.

His arm slid round my waist as he led me to his car leaving the RV for my group. “I didn’t mean for that to happen” he told me after a moment of silence “I know” I whispered sadly.

He opening the car door for me. “You haven’t changed that much, your still a gentleman” “for you and only you” he kissed my hand smirking. And with that Negan drove me back to sanctuary, so we could catch up on lost time.

[fmle-drven]

ghost, köing, soap x f!reader

this is my first post :) please be nice......... let me know if yall wants a part 2:)

It had been the most grueling day you've ever had in the military. It was your first day on 141. You were sent here to help train the recruits for their upcoming mission. You were one of the best. However, everyone on the task force acted as if they have never seen a woman in uniform before, let alone a woman in general. The entire day, no one took you seriously. Either they were looking at you with sappy eyes, making comments about how " a woman as beautiful as you should be home, darling", or just straight up ignoring orders. You spent the entire day yelling, screaming and even getting physical with a few recruits. You so called partners Ghost, Soap, and Köing were of no help. They just watched and enjoyed the show. How were you going to last this next month?

It's now midnight, everyone on base was asleep. You decide to get up and pack your shower caddy. you needed to relax. You throw your towel over your shoulder, grab your shower supplies and creak your barrack door open. Quietly, you shimmy through the cracked door and close it gently. Hoping you wouldn't wake anyone up. You start to make your way towards the other side of the base, where the community showers were. Just in your luck, you had to share a community restroom on a base of all men and you, being the only woman. Thats why showering in the middle of the night was your only option.

You finally make it to the showers. You look into each stall, trying to find one that wasn't completely destroyed. You stumble upon one at the very end of the row. You step in, hang up your towel and start to undress. You turn the water all the way on hot. You wanted the water to boil you. It was one of those days. As the water heats up, you completely step into the stall, closing the half see through shower curtain behind you. You decided to bring your speaker with you. Everyone was asleep so who cared? you wanted to lose yourself in the music and get your head on straight before worrying about what tomorrow brought. You decided to put on your favorite band, Sleep Token. You turn the volume all the way up and start to ease your way into the scolding hot water.

Little did you know, Ghost, Soap, and Köing were gathered behind the shower's building. They liked to meet late at night over a cigarette to discuss the recruits and training. Coming up with new tactics to get their students to improve. They liked the late night meetings because professionalism was out the door. They could speak their mind how ever they please. Plus ghost and Köing could take a break from their masks.

They hear a faint drum and bass beat coming from the other side of the wall. They knew it was music, but they did not expect anyone to be up at this hour. They throw their cigarettes to the ground and angrily walk towards the building's doors. They thought some recruits were trying to have a late night party, disobeying curfew hours.

They rip open the building doors, Ghost and Köing first. They rip their masks back over their face. Soap follows close behind. They are confused when they see no recruits, no party, but a shower hall full of steam. They walk towards the only shower curtain that is closed. The closer they got, the louder the music was. Not only the music, but they can hear your voice singing just as loud as the speaker. They stop infront of the curtain, staring at you through the translucent curtain. Too stunned at the sight to move.

You had lost yourself completely in the moment. The offering by sleep token is now on. You are belting every word, bobbing your head to the beat of the song. You had already soaked your body in the water and are now trying the squeeze out the last bit of body wash you have onto your travel loofa. You shake the bottle up and down, causing your breasts to jiggle to the beat of shake. You have no idea that your three colleagues are just outside the curtain. Watching you shake your body, water sliding down your curves.

The boys stare in silence. All of them zoned in on how undeniably gorgeous you look. They haven't seen a woman in months since being assigned this mission. They were frozen watching you.

Once you got the soap onto the loofa, all three men felt their pants tighten. You close your eyes and you proceed to wash your body.You soap up your body, running your loofa over all of your curves. Your back is now turned away from the men. You bend over to wash your legs, giving them blurry view of your perfect rear and core. All three of their breaths hitch. Between the steam of the shower, the slightly erotic melody of the music, and the way you are taking care of your body, they can hardly breathe.

You lift your arms up to wet your hair more. The stretch causes your breasts to perk up. They can see your hardened nipples through the curtain. They are all thinking the same thing:

" I wouldn't be able to control myself with that."

This shower has relaxed you enough. You are defeated and are ready for bed. Your eyes are glued to the ground as you turn the water off, and turn off the speaker. The shower had steamed the space so much that you rip the curtain open to let some of it out. Maybe it'll help you gather the rest of your belongings.

You are completely frozen when you open the curtain, steam billowing out. You are now met with a clear view of all three men. Your eyes widen in complete shock and horror. The three men are staring back at you. Köing's eyes meet yours, and are just as wide as a deer in the head lights. Ghost is scanning your body slowly. Looking at your slightly reddened skin. His tongue running across his lower lip.He didn't peg you as the type of woman who was completely hairless from the eyes down. Soap's bottom lip is twisted between his teeth as he stares are you supple breasts. You haven't had a breath since the discovery.

Almost a full minute passes as you all just stare at each other. You feel a shiver creep up your back as the heat of the shower disappears. Köing slowly reaches over to grab your towel off the hook, handing it to you gently. You put it on, still unable to break eye contact with all three of them.

You can't believe this is happening. And on the first day?! You will never have their respect now.

"Well Y/N....... I can't say 'm not surprised." Soap finally speaks. A nervous chuckle leaving his lips.

"Y/N, you must return to the barracks now." Köing speaks up, almost nervously. His eyes still wide and his body stiffens up.

" Actually, you'll be returning with me. Köing, soap. Grab her things she can get 'em later." Ghost says, keeping eye contact with you through his mask. His eyes go dark, as if he's looking at you like you are his prey.

" Now!" Ghost almost shouts. Soap and Köing scramble to gather your things, quickly leaving the building and making their way towards the barracks.

Once they left, Ghost had you pinned on the shower wall. His fingers laced your neck. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your arms clinging onto his muscular shoulder.

" 'm going to have too much fun with ya sweetheart." He says, almost breathless as he lifts his mask up to the bridge of his nose. He lands a hungry and needy kiss onto you. His hands move from your throat to your hair. Slightly pulling. His lips skim the skin of your jaw. he growls into your ear:

" s'much fun beautiful".

[stardust-sprinkler]

i loooveee ur college! touya headcannons sm. they make me so happy he would be the best boyf ever. In one post u mentioned how often he gets into fights for u (which is so true) so i'm also thinking it's the other way around. like if any girl tried to flirt w/ him knowing ur together or hookup with him, obv he is rejecting them immediately but i'm imagining reader see's and just backhands the girl so hard 😭

Oh my god, I’m so happy my hcs make you happy!! 💖 I’m honestly feral for College!Touya, my personal pet project over here! Lol

Such a good prompt too! Enjoy~

College!Dabi AU

“Bad Boy Who’s Always Good to His Girl” Series~

• You’ve only felt jealous a few times in your long term relationship with Dabi. Once was when an old flame of his got a little too friendly with him in public. The way they looked at him and tried to tease him despite your boyfriend brushing them off every time—it p!ssed you the fuck off.

• You spent the evening stewing in your thoughts before he pried it out of you in the common area of his dorm. When you finally told him, he blinked twice, shook his head, and hoisted you up to wrap your legs around him. You were complaining and telling him to put you down right now, and he just positively ignored you.

• Boy carried you to the elevator and up to his room before tossing you (safely—this man is obsessed with protecting you so he’s not about to let you crack your head on the headboard) on the bed. He rustled through the top dresser drawer before throwing you a silk rope that he usually used on you and told you to do whatever you want to him for the night. Stake your claim however you want.

• Our boy ended up with bites and hickeys trailing from his neck down to his Adonis belt and claw marks on his back and thighs. No complaints were heard.

• Another was when you were far less restrained. It was a Friday night, this time the party was actually being hosted at the Todoroki’s goddamn mansion—his younger brother was throwing it while the old man was away, and Dabi thought it would be funny as fuck to crash it (maybe cause some property damage, maybe commit some arson—the possibilities were endless).

• Well, eventually (read: inevitably, considering the venue) something had pissed him the f*ck off and he stormed to an outside patio for a smoke. You followed, kissed his cheek while he grumbled & fished a cigarette out of a carton, and then left with the promise of returning with some more drinks.

• It was then that some hot shot spotted Dabi alone and got real up close and personal while they flirted, despite him telling them off several times in a row, “Holy shit, are you stupid or something? I said screw off!” His drag was deep after what he considered his final warning, but they unexpectedly pushed themself up against his chest and immediately his hands shot up into the air and he stumbled back slightly, determined to communicate to anyone who might be watching that he did NOT want this dumbass touching him.

• Fucker made him drop his cigarette.

• He didn’t end up having to do anything further, because next thing he knew, you had your fists balled up in the back of their jacket and yanked them backwards, letting their own weight knock them back on the sprawling lawn. By this point, a small crowd was forming, but you had tunnel vision.

• “Touch him one more time, dipshit, I dare you. I’ll shove this stiletto so far up your ass that I can lace it up through your goddamn mouth, y—!! Hey, where are you taking me??”

• Dabi was grinning like a crazed lunatic as he hoisted you up onto his hip, pleased as gd punch that you were getting in a fistfight over him. The only reason he stepped in was because he wanted you safe more than he wanted to see the mf get their ass handed to them. He never let you as much as bruise a finger if he could help it.

• “C’mon, Matchbox, let’s go steal something out of my sperm donor’s office.”

[mushrubes]

The Beach

Masterlist | The walking dead Masterlist

Requested : No

Song : The Beach - The Neighbourhood

Pairing : Daryl Dixon x reader (No use of Y/n)

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff + angst

Contents : mutual pinning, slightly canon divergent, best friends :)

Word count : 2k

Have a great day / night !!

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If I told you that I loved you Tell me, what would you say?

His gaze was almost instantly on you, not moving off once as he watched you talk to Shane. He made his way over to the stables, mumbling about something to himself as he carefully opened the gate, undoing the rope that was keeping it tied up to the post. "Hey." you called, making him jump slightly. Daryl nodded, not responding with words as he carefully saddled the horse up.

"You leaving already?" you asked, slightly upset and worried for him. He had gotten back late last night and he'd had at least three hours of sleep - if he slept at all. "Gotta find 'er." he shrugged, his gaze lingering on you longer than it normally did. You frowned, reaching into your pockets and pulling something out while he watched in curiosity.

"Take this at least, so I know you have something." you instructed, handing him the bar as he hesitantly took it, looking back at you. "Be careful, " you mumbled as your hands brushed slightly, making you blush. "I...uh...yeah." he stumbled, lifting himself onto the horse as you helped them out.

Why couldn't he just tell you.

If I told you that I hated you Would you go away?

"Daryl!" you shouted, cutting his rant off. "Go, let me talk to him." you whispered, earning a worried look from Carol as she knew how Daryl was in situations like this. Once you had convinced her you'd be okay, you watched her disappear into the house with the others while you stayed with him. "Whaddya want?" Daryl grumbled, trying to turn away from you but you caught his wrist.

"It's not your fault." you assured, bracing yourself for his next words. He wasn't one to let his guard down easily, so it took some reasonable prying. However, like most people, it didn't always work and could sometimes anger him more so you were cautious with it. "Whatever. Jus' go away, don' even know why yer here, I hate yer." he grumbled, still ranting. You grimaced at his words, aware that he didn't mean it but it hurt nonetheless.

And it hurt him too. He hated it about himself sometimes. With the world having gone to shit, people like you were hard to come by, and here he was, being a dick. Perhaps it was one of the many reasons he felt comfortable with you, although he had never admitted that to anyone. Considering his family life and what he had to endure, never once did he think his life would end up like this. His walls were like a safety blanket, especially since Merle had left before the apocalypse. He'd been forced to toughen up, and now he struggled with letting anyone in. But you were patient, and no matter what, had time for him.

That was most likely why he was confused when you didn't leave him after he had said the words. You had stayed right by his side, sitting with him whether he opened up about what was bothering him, whether he apologised or let you in - it didn't matter. Too consumed in his thoughts, the pair of you were now sat on the porch stairs, not sharing words but still there for each other. The usual inches between the two of you were gone, bodies next to each other.

And when he intertwined his hand with yours, you didn't pull away.

Now I need your help with everything that I do I don't want to lie, I've been relying on you

His face softened as he realised it was you that called his name. "Come on a supply run with me, please? The only other option is Shane and..." you paused, Daryl wasting no time in getting up and putting his knife away before picking up his crossbow.

"C'mon." he assured, squeezing your shoulder as he walked past. He let you talk to Rick as he made his way to his bike, waiting for you on it. He chuckled as he watched you climb on, hesitantly wrapping your arms around his waist. "I don' bite, y'know." he teased, moving them further so your grip was tighter.

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"I'm sorry for dragging you out with me." you sighed, walking around the building, looking for any supplies that you could bring back. Daryl paused, holding the jar in his hand as he turned to face you. "'m fine." he answered, putting the rest of the jars in the backpack as you sighed, not believing him. "You were out looking for Soph, it's selfish for me to bring you on runs with me all the time just because I rely on you." you huffed, sitting on the bar stool as you waited for him.

Truthfully, he would never let you know that he enjoyed the fact you always asked him to come with you. Knowing that he brought you security and a feeling of safety was all that he needed. Besides, you were friends, you'd do the same. Although it wasn't in the same way, he relied on you too in his own ways. You kept him sane, and calm when everything or everyone got too much for him sometimes. You (and Carol) were helping him realise that there was still good, he was safe to open up about his emotions if needed - it was okay to show them.

So in some ways, he relied on you just as much - he just hoped it was based off the same feeling.

Fallin' again

It had been a few months since the farm now, and the group of you have settled into the cleaned out prison. No one could ignore the world (the walkers were a constant reminder), but despite the building, there was a sense of normality in there. Even though it was nothing major, it felt like home, like the group had become a family. But perhaps, that had been due to certain people.

Daryl was sat at the table, eating the food that Carol had cooked with her while he watched the rest of the group interact. Specifically you. Carol smiled to herself knowingly as she watched him, his face gentle compared to normal. You were sat with Carl and Judith was in his arms, giggling as the pair of you made faces at her, taking it in turns to make her laugh.

He felt his cheeks heat up as you looked up, meeting his gaze as he was too late to look away. Instead of making the usual comment you'd make, digging at him, you moved to the side slightly, letting him have a better view of Judith before whispering to Carl. "Little Asskicker says hi!" you grinned, moving her arm in a waving motion as Carl held her upright. He shook his head, trying to hide his smile.

He was falling hard whether he liked it or not.

I need a pick-me-up

"Carol?" you called, looking in each cell you walked passed, looking for her. "In here!" she called, peering her head out of the cell that was one over. She opened her arms, letting you give her Judith, happily putting her into the box that was being used as a makeshift crib. The handwriting and doodles on the side made you chuckle, knowing Daryl had been the one to make it. "Do you know where Daryl is?" you asked, leaning against the frame.

"Is he not on the perch?" she asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he normally sat on his mattress if he wasn't on duty. You shook your head as she looked at the table that was pinned to the wall. It was Glenn's turn to be on watch so he shouldn't have been in the watch tower either. "I'll ask Glenn, no worries." you sighed as she nodded, giving you a quick side hug.

Quickly, you moved down the stairs, looking around as you found people sitting in their little groups. "Maggie! Do you know-" you spoke as Glenn approached and cut you off, knowing what you were going to ask. "He's out on watch, and insisted on switching with me." he shrugged, a slight concern evident on his face. You thanked them before heading out, pulling the sleeves of your sweater down to warm your hands as you cursed the weather.

"Dar?" you frowned as you finished climbing up the ladder, seeing him sitting against the wall on the outside, knees folded up. He didn't say anything, looking up at you before staring back off into space. You sat down next to him, not prodding him to tell you what was going on in his head. The silence didn't bother you too much, letting you process everything that had happened. Maggie and Glenn being kidnapped, finding out Merle was still alive, meeting Michonne, Andrea being with the guy that was on your asses for the prison.

A choked sob came from Daryl, shaking his figure slightly. "I'm here." you whispered, moving your arm as he slowly moved, his knees coming down. You turned to face him, carefully wiping his tears away as he tried to calm down, internally cursing himself for being weak. He knew it was okay, that he was safe with you but there was always something just telling him it was wrong, that he was weak for it.

"I...I found Merle." he confessed, his voice cracking as you felt the colour drain from you. When he mentioned Merle the other times, whether it be stories or when Merle was with the group at the start, there was still a certain hint of some sort of joy in his voice or something, having a family member and his brother, his blood with him. But this time, it was pure pain, something clearly happened. And with the current state of everything, it wasn't exactly difficult to figure out what he was referring to.

"He was one of them. I...he lunged at me and I had to...to stab him." he got out, hands in fists as you ran your thumb up and down his hand. "Daryl.." you gasped, tears welling up yourself as you looked at him. He wasn't the nicest admittedly, but he was Daryl's family and he was important. If he was important to him, then you had a tolerance for him. Guilt swarmed as you wished you had gone with him, despite his protests anyway. "He sacrificed himself for Michonne, for us, for you. He knew." you tried to comfort him, letting him pull you in as he wrapped his arms around you.

You stayed like that for a while, not daring to move and giving him however long he needed, trying to comfort him with sweet nothings as well as yourself.

I've been callin' you friend, I might need to give it up

"When are you going to tell them?" Carol smiled, standing next to him with her arms crossed as he watched you. You were playing with Carl and some of the other kids you had brought in, running around with them in a game of tag. "Tell 'em what? We're friends." he grumbled, glaring at her as she raised an eyebrow, smirking at him. "You can't hide from me anymore, you know. I can see it in your eyes." she simply responded, heading back into the prison.

He stood there, deep in thought as her words rang through his head. They were just friends, right? Sure, he'd shared his tent with you on numerous occasions, let you come on his bike with him instead of going in the car with the others, be open with you and would be the first person to come to you if you got hurt or needed anything. And the fuzzy feeling he got when your hands brushed or intertwined and the heat that rushed to his cheeks when he'd see you looking at him or find him something he liked on runs didn't mean anything.

Maybe Carol was right, maybe he did need to stop lying to himself, but until he was sure you felt the same, he swore to himself to never say a word.

Part two | Part three

[thecampjuicebox]

I was wondering if you could do one with Tav/Astarion where they’re in an argument because Astarion gets nervous about Tav putting themselves in danger because he wants to protect them (maybe set post defeating Cazador). And in the heat of the moment he accidentally shouts something like “why won’t you just let me help you Sebastian”.

And Tav gets sad and runs off thinking that Astarion only wants to be with them to alleviate the guilt of what he did to Sebastian or sees them as a replacement/second best. Maybe with some sweet fluffy smut at the end?

Thank youuuuu 🫶🏼

Oh my GODS this is incredible. EEEEEE I’m so excited!!! I'm so sorry this took so long. I chewed on this one for quite some time ahaha

Protector

Pairing: Astarion x Tav(f)

Rating: 18+, Minors DNI

POV: 2nd person

Warnings: angst, fluff, couple arguing, injury, trauma, small amount of smut, piv sex, GAME SPOILERS

Shadowheart's careful hands hover over the gaping wound in your thigh, the sizzle of magic making your hair stand up on end. A quiet hiss leaves your pressed together lips.

"Gods, that hurts.."

"I know, Tav. I'm sorry. Please stay still.."

A heavy sigh rattles Astarion's ribcage and he crosses his arms tightly over his chest. The obvious disdain in his breath makes you squirm in your seat. Astarion is incredibly protective over you, often throwing himself in front of you in the face of danger. Even the most miniscule threats throw him into a frenzy. You find it endearing, mostly. This time is no different, the vampire pacing nervously back and forth outside of your small tent, his hands fumbling with one another to quiet his racing brain. This time he failed to protect you, a quick swing of Cazador's dagger bringing you to your knees. The vivid memory of the battle still shakes you to your core. The death. The decay. Cazador. The amount of blood that gushed from your leathers was startling to the entire party. Watching Astarion lose himself in the kill, his master lying lifeless on the marble as he drove the dagger through his chest more times than you could remember to count. The way the blood spewed and sprayed around you. It was nauseating.

You squeeze your eyes closed tightly, tears threatening the corners of your lids. Astarion's panic riddled voice still rings in your pointed ears. The way he screamed for someone, anyone, to help you. His quiet begging made your heart ache worse than the wound in your thigh. The final picture from that moment was the way he cradled you, the tears that stained his soft pale cheeks, his deep red eyes holding onto your fading gaze. Then you blacked out. Fell into the dark veil of unconsciousness in his arms. When you awakened, you were in your tent, Shadowheart bent over your body, cleaning and prodding the deep cut. Consciousness rushed back to you and nearly knocked the wind out of you.

A certain picture lingers in the back of your mind. Upon discovering the secret crypt that Cazador had hidden under his castle, your party stumbled across multiple spawn. All unrecognizable to you, but not entirely so to your spawn companion. The way Astarion's eyes softened at one spawn in particular made your belly ache, made a jealous heat rush over your spine and into your skull, burning in your eyes and throat. Sebastian. One of Astarion's first. The name tastes like bile on your tongue. Stings like acid. You love Astarion, no doubt, and the idea of all of his previous lovers ending up as spawn certainly made your skin crawl in the beginning. You'd learned to trust the vampire, though. Learned to navigate your fragile relationship. Watched him change even before encountering his master, and then watching him change even further after his master was finally dead. But Sebastian.. You could tell this man in particular cut Astarion extra deep.

"What in the hells is taking so long, Shadowheart?"

The venom in Astarion's voice throws you from your thoughts back into the harsh reality. You'd nearly bled out in that crypt. You carefully sit up on your elbows and stare down at the gaping gash on the top of your thigh, the sliced skin and mangled muscles making your stomach turn. Shadowheart flicks her eyes to you then back down to your injury. She's not used to this much blood. This much damage. Cazador's blade cut deep enough to sever flesh and arteries alike. It's a miracle you haven't bled out completely like the boar Astarion left on the road to the Blighted Village.

"Things like this take time, Astarion. A little patience would be appreciated."

Pain fizzles through your limbs. The familiar threat of unconsciousness blurs your vision and your body goes limp. Black spots dance in front of your eyes. Shadowheart gasps loudly, fumbling to quickly catch your head before it hits the ground behind you. Your lover shoves his way into the tent to assess the situation, dropping to his knees beside you to cradle you in his arms once more. Gentle fingers tap against your now sickeningly pale cheek.

"Tav? Tav! Stay with me, my love. Come on. Stay with me."

His voice is soft. Gentle. Riddled with panic and worry, just the way it was in the crypt not long ago. Your eyelids flutter closed, breathing slowing down at an alarming rate. The world quiets around you and the sounds of your yelling companions dulling to a muffled buzz.

...

Astarion flips the page of his book carefully, licking the tip of his thumb to find better purchase on the smooth parchment. You blink your eyes up at the darkness and groan at the stiffness in your bones. How long have I been asleep? Palming at your eyes, you adjust your position, whining at the evident pain in your leg still. The vampire's eyes travel from the page to you and he flattens the book onto the floor, carefully crawling toward you. He coos, smoothing your hair back, guiding you back down to the bedroll.

"Be careful, my love. You're still healing. Shadowheart did an admittedly wonderful job patching you up, but you need to rest."

"Mm.. Hungry.."

A loud rumble in your stomach makes the vampire chuckle, sweet fingers moving down to rub circles over the ravenous organ.

"Stay here. I'll get you something to eat. I believe Gale is on dinner duty tonight. Don't move."

You nod, hair falling away from your face and onto your pillow, sprawling in silky waves. Reaching your fingers toward your leg, you feel over the bandage, the familiar warmth of blood making you pull away quickly. Your eyelids squeeze shut and you grit your teeth. Chatter erupts around the campfire outside of your tent. All of the companions laughing and joking making your head pound. The familiar scent of fire and food rouses your senses enough to help you rise from the bedroll, careful and calculated footsteps carrying you to the front of your tent. A distinct voice rings out above the others. Astarion.

"Gods, I cannot believe she just.. She always gets herself in these situations. I try to protect her. I do. She's just so careless.. So dumb sometimes. I'm genuinely surprised she's made it this far without far worse injuries."

Your heart sinks to the deepest pit of your stomach, bottom lip quivering at his words. You don't try put yourself in danger, and you especially don't need Astarion to save you every single time. Clenching your fists, you wobble your way out of the tent, face a dark shade of angry red. Your companions' eyes all flock to you and Astarion rushes to your side. Gentle hands reach out to steady you where you stand. You shove away from him, eyes like the sharpest daggers piercing directly into his skull. Everyone gasps loudly, Gale slapping a hand over his mouth to stifle the noise. Wyll shoves him with his elbow and eyes the scene carefully, fully ready to split up an altercation.

"D-Don't touch me. I've got it."

Gale clears his throat. Karlach shoves a large bite of food into her mouth, eyes flicking from you to Astarion then back to you. Astarion's eyes widen in confusion, his hands still held out where you originally were. Taking a step toward you, he attempts to help once more, teeth taking hold of his plush bottom lip. Rage bubbles up in your gut and you side step the vampire, stumbling and catching your balance before smoothing your shirt down. Shadowheart stands quickly, watching you intently.

"I said.. I GOT IT."

Your voice is hot. Your temper hotter. Molten, ready to absolutely erupt. Astarion's eyebrows and nose scrunch up, his fists balling at his sides now, not even the fires of Avernus burning as hot as his face.

"Why won't you just let me help you, Sebastian?!"

The camp falls suddenly silent. Sebastian? Your heart nearly bursts, fingers trembling now. Astarion really just called me Sebastian.. Shadowheart's hands slap over her mouth to stifle a loud gasp. The vampire's entire stature crumbles, hands reaching out toward you in an immediate apologetic grasp and you yank away from him as quickly as your injured leg will allow. Your vision goes white. Mustering all of your strength, you bolt toward tree cover, arm reaching up to cover your embarrassed and tear covered face, Astarion not quite quick enough to stop you from fleeing. He moves toward you and Shadowheart reaches out to grasp at his arm, tugging him back toward her, Wyll standing to move in front of him. Strong palms hold Astarion back and he speaks calmly at him, doing all he can to attempt to reason with the spawn.

"Astarion.. let her go. Let her go. Give her time."

Astarion shoves the two off of him, spitting between his words.

"I didn't mean to say it!"

...

Your legs don't take you very far, your tired body collapsing into the grass just before a large clearing in the trees. You curl up on your side and sob quietly into your knees. Was it jealousy rattling your insides? Pain? The fear that Astarion still cared more for Sebastian than he ever could for you? That's it. You're fully aware of how difficult the idea of love is for Astarion. Your mind settles on the idea of jus being Sebastian's replacement. Second best. Tears and snot stain your face as you cry into the night air. Heavy footsteps barrel in your direction and you brace yourself with your legs, the still tender injury on your thigh aching profusely. Heavy breaths envelope you as Astarion drops to his knees beside you and scoops you into his trembling arms, the heave of his chest evident.

"Gods Tav.. Please don't run off like that.."

You don't have the strength to move. The will power to protest. Instead, you collapse against him, whining quietly, hands grasping at the silk material of his shirt. The wind rustles in the trees around you. Leaves blow past your two bodies. The air is quiet. Peaceful. Astarion simply sits there, holding you, fingers grasping onto any little part of you that they can, the closeness of your bodies the only thing keeping him from crumbling himself.

"Look at me.."

You refuse to move. A gentle hand scoops under your chin and lifts your head, forcing your eyes to meet your lover's. His confidence wavers for a moment, thumb moving up to wipe the warm tears from beneath your eye.

"I love you, Tav. You know that, right?"

Nodding, you chew your bottom lip, carefully considering your next words.

"Y-You're not just.. With me because you feel guilty about Sebastian, right? You're not trying to.. Fill some void?"

The look in Astarion's eyes is enough of an answer for you, but you settle against him, hand moving up to chew on the tip of your thumb. He stares down at you in disbelief, smoothing your hair away from your damp face. His words are soft like velvet and he leans in to your ear.

"I may exaggerate many things in this life. My love for you is not one of them. You are my everything, sweet Tav. My moon, my stars, my home. My safety. Without you, I would be positively miserable."

Without hesitation, your lips crash to his, a kiss so passionate it nearly knocks him backwards. His cold hands cup your warm cheeks and rub small swipes with his thumbs. Your heart swells in your chest. You've never felt a love so pure. And you didn't expect it to come from someone so broken. So damaged by the cruelties of life. So absolutely beaten down. In all honesty, you never thought Astarion, of all people, was capable of a love so true.

Moving carefully in his lap, you adjust your position to straddle his waist, his legs straightening out beneath you to allow you the room to sit comfortably. Confident hands slide up and under the silk nightgown you're wearing, finding purchase on the globes of your plush ass. Fingernails dig gently into the fabric of your underwear. You grin against his lips. "Mm.." Instinctively, your hips grind down against Astarion's, the pace remaining slow almost as if to ask for permission, earning a soft groan into your mouth. He knows your cues like the back of his hand and he happily obliges. One of his hands travels down the front of your torso straight to your already sopping cunt, rubbing circles over it for a moment through the wet fabric before he reaches for the laces of his leathers, freeing his already erect cock. You ignore the intense burning of the wound on your thigh, the pleasure of Astarion's fingers meeting your heat far easier to focus on. You raise yourself on your knees, lips not once breaking from Astarion's and he lines himself up beneath you. You reach one hand down to pull the crotch of your underwear to the side, your other hand guiding Astarion's length into your aching slit.

You sigh heavily into his mouth. He fills you up perfectly. Your walls stretch and burn around him deliciously before you begin to carefully bounce yourself, Astarion bottoming out with each bounce. His hands guide your hips, tongue fighting for dominance with yours. The moment is perfect. Your tear stained cheeks burn brightly in pure pleasure. All of your worries slip away into the abyss and the two of you ride out your ecstasy, bodies pressed impossibly close together, lips swollen and red from the constant back and forth of kisses. Astarion breaks away for a single moment, mumbling sweetly down at you, a gentle hand moving up into the back of your hair.

"Don't ever doubt your place in my cold little heart, darling. You occupy more space in it than you'd ever know what to do with."

[brittscafe]

Hiii cupids-luvwp-san, I like your post. Can you do aizen x lieutenant reader like enemy to friend to lover. Can you do that? Thank you…❤️

Of course! <3 I love writing for Aizen!

You are the lieutenant of Sosuke Aizen, the captain of the 5th squad. He's known for being polite, soft-spoken, and intellectual. You just hates his guts the same way that he hates yours. You two can't stand each other.

One glance and you're already in a heated argument, Momo and Izuru ready to pull you away from each other. You and Aizen would never dare to raise your swords to each other though.

"What a pain," he taunts you and you roll your eyes with annoyance.

"If anyone here is a pain, it's you," you retort harshly and Aizen scoffs in return.

You envy each other, until you're both stuck surrounded by your enemies. Hell, it was two against 10...there was no way you could take them all on.

~

Aizen glances over at you as you start to raise your sword to your enemies, anger burning behind your eyes.

"What are you doing?" Aizen asks softly, knitting his eyebrows together. You glance over at him for a spilt moment and let out a tiny sigh.

"We can't just sit here and wait for the others to show up. We'll be dead by then," you scoff out, leaping forward and slicing through.

So, Aizen followed your actions, trusting you every step of the way. Hell, he even started to like you right in that moment and he liked you even more after you saved his life.

Your eyes lock onto the sword swinging right above Aizen's head and your heart skips a beat.

He's your captain, you can't let die. You wouldn't be able to live with yourself.

"No!" you scream out, throwing yourself in front of the sword. The sword slashes through your shoulder and your body freezes. The blood splashes onto the ground and onto Aizen's white captain uniform.

His stomach twists into uneasy knots and you start to stumble over. You wrap your fingers around your shoulder as the pain burns through your body.

At that exact moment, your other squad members show up.

You start to fall over and Aizen quickly grabs onto your shoulders, easily sweeping you off your feet. You let a tiny gasp and rest your head on his chest.

"Hey, did I say you could touch me?" you scoff out, your face twisting in grimace, but mostly pain.

"You put your life in danger to save mine," Aizen blurts out, his jaw dropping open. He never thought you would do that. You hated him, right?

"You're my captain. I have to," you lower your gaze to the ground, chewing on your bottom lip.

"I think we're friends now, Y/N." Aizen smiles warmly.

"God, please don't say that," you sigh out, closing your heavy eyelids as a smirk tugs on Aizen's face.

After that incident, you became closer with your captain. You both decided to let each other in and really work as a team.

~

Aizen was running out of time and he knew it. He had wished that he would throw away his stupid plan of betraying the soul society and stay here...with you.

He needed power though. He wanted it desperately.

His heart was yours and your heart was his, but neither of you knew it. You would steal glances from across the rooms in meetings or spending the night in his room, either playing cards or chess.

There would be chatter, laughter, and a bit of sake.

"Same time tomorrow, friend?" Aizen questions you and you scoff quietly.

"We're aren't friends, Aizen," you retort harshly, standing up from the ground. Aizen follows you and starts marching towards you.

"I know. We're more than friends, right?" he questions you, towering over you. You take a tiny step backwards and your back hits the cold wall behind you.

Your eyes dart around as your heart starts to pound against your chest. Aizen steps forward, closing the distance between the two of you and you gulp.

Your eyes flicker down to his pump, pink lips and a hot pit forms in your stomach.

Oh, how he was so right. Neither of you could deny the glances you stole and the way you were so close, close enough to kiss. You wanted to be his lover. To kiss him, hold his hand, sleep in the same bed as him, and love him.

His large hand brings warmth to your right cheek and he pulls your head towards his. Your eyes meet and Aizen grins slightly. You reach up onto your tippy toes as Aizen leans his head down, pressing his lips against yours.

You grab onto his broad shoulders to steady yourself as your knees become weak and start to slightly shake. His lips taste like honey and a little hint of cologne.

His kisses became hunger and deeper, wanting more of you. You could feel his hair slightly tickling your forehead and he pulls away from you.

You both pant heavily, needing to breath, but wanting more of each other. Aizen's thumb brushes over the bottom of your lip and pulls it down a little.

A smile draws across your face and Aizen leans down for more...

[wrestlersownmyheart]

An Unconventional Wedding Night (Finn Bálor X Female Reader) *One-Shot*

Summary: You are rescued from one danger only to be hurled into a completely different kind of danger. You are to be the bride of King Bálor—a supposedly mythical being in Celtic folklore. But, he is very real. And he wants you as his prized possession.

Bálor is relentlessly determined to win your affections.

After all, it's nothing a little gentle persuasion can't fix.

Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with NXT or WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Content Warning: No sex scenes just some graphic violence and fluff.

Note: This has been pretty drastically edited from the first time I posted it. I cleaned out the sex scene and it's no longer a threesome-esque fic. Hope this doesn't disappoint and that it is still enjoyed!

An Unconventional Wedding Night

Your nerves were shot as you walked toward the remote cabin's porch.

Tonight was the night you were finally giving yourself to a man. And it scared you to death. And for that very reason, you wanted nothing more than to get back in your car and drive home.

Am I doing the right thing, you wondered. I mean... Do I really want to do this? I mean, yes, he's my boyfriend, but I'm not in love with him, for crying out loud! I want my first time to be special—how is it special when I am feeling so unsure and conflicted about it?

And then you felt badly because Derek—your boyfriend for the past three months—had planned this romantic weekend get-away for the both of you.

Suddenly your thoughts halted altogether as Derek opened the cabin's door and bolted down the steps toward you. He looked as though he was trying a little too hard to appear excited. His smile was etched into his face. His dark eyes held an emotion you couldn't quite read.

"Hey, beautiful," he greeted, bending down and kissing your mouth. He latched onto your hand and hurried up the steps with you in tow, simultaneously taking your purse from you.

"Derek?" You struggled to not stumble and fall as he literally pulled you into the cabin and tossed your purse toward the large, rustic sofa. Wordlessly, he pushed you—none too gently—into the nearest bedroom and kicked the door shut with his foot.

He seems... off. Tense. "If you're nervous, we don't have to do this tonight," you spoke up, your free hand fidgeting with the hem of your t-shirt. "I am feeling a bit anxious about it myself-"

The remainder of your words were trapped within your throat as his mouth crashed against yours. He nudged you back toward the foot of the large bed and held you there as he kissed you.

"Derek-" You tried again, but he didn't seem to be paying attention to you. Your nerves finally got the best of you and made your mind up for you. You pulled your head back to look up at him. "I-I can't do this. I'm sorry. I just can't. Not yet-"

Click.

The noise was accompanied by a sharp little pressure to your left wrist. Glancing down, you saw that Derek had handcuffed you to the foot-board of the bed. All sorts of thoughts raced through your mind. And none of them were pleasant.

Uselessly, you tugged on your wrist, testing the strength of the cuff that held you. "Derek... Please. Let me go. D-don't do this!"

An odd smile crossed his face as he backed away from you. "Oh, I am not doing anything to you, beautiful. Well... other than keeping you here, that is."

You shook your head, confused beyond measure and now frantically yanking at your wrist. "What? Why? What is this?"

"Do you know how valuable you really are?"

"What are you talking about," you screamed at him, fear shaking your voice. You began pulling at your wrist again, trying desperately to get free. "This is crazy! Let me go!"

"I'm being compensated for your capture. The money I am getting..." He trailed off and chuckled slightly. "...It's well worth giving you up. I'll be rich and able to get any woman I want. Someone who won't make me wait months just to take her to bed."

His disgusting and vague explanation still cleared nothing up for you. But before you could ask any more questions, the bedroom door blew open with what seemed to be a huge gust of wind.

A gust of wind that never died. It kept roaring and screaming; whipping—not only your hair, but your t-shirt and shorts—around on your body. The force of it nearly ripped the clothing off of you in its strength.

And then another person was in the room with you and Derek. Only a silhouette was clear at that moment, what with the living room light blindingly bright behind them. Had the light been that bright when we first came into the cabin? The being appeared to be male, what with his physique and stature. Panting from the struggle to breathe with such a brutal force of wind in your face, you glanced over at Derek. He seemed to recognize the man, but he had terror in his eyes, nonetheless.

"I brought her," Derek spoke loudly over the air lashing about all of you. "I brought her here, just like you wanted. Now give me my pay. I want to get out of here and be done with it."

The man silently lifted his arms, making a parting motion with them and the wind finally ceased. You nearly toppled from the absence of the strong force. Willing your wobbly legs to hold you up, you glanced in the stranger's direction.

Something is really wrong here. He actually made that wind stop. Completely!

"Pay," the man repeated. "You want your pay?"

You cringed. The man's voice was horrible. Scratchy, and deep and full of malice. Horrified, you watched as the man—or creature—gave a flick of a... a talon-like finger? And then Derek was propelled across the room and dropped at the monster's feet; suddenly a whimpering mess.

No sound escaped your lips as you watched in open-mouthed horror.

"You should know better than to make a deal with a demon. We're not known for keeping our word."

What? Your mind was not computing, nor accepting the fact that you were indeed in the room with an underworldly force. And then you mentally replayed what you'd seen the... thing do, and you knew—to the marrow of your bones, you truly were in the presence of a monster.

The creature suddenly reached down and tangled it's fingers into Derek's curly hair. Your chest heaved as you waited to see what the demon would do. And yet, somehow... you knew...

Your ex-boyfriend screamed a hideous howl just as the monster lifted it's curled fist, with what appeared to be no effort at all, and tore Derek's head from his shoulders. The scream was cut short. Only the sound of ripping flesh and the cracking of bones could be heard, mixing with the sound of the demon's purr-like growls. You grew nauseated as Derek's spinal cord emerged from his body next, still attached to his head.

Then his decapitated body fell limply in the floor, right at your feet.

Finally.

Finally, a scream ripped from your throat, scorching it raw.

You tried to back away, but of course, your cuffed wrist would only allow you to go so far. Ignoring the pain, you yanked and pulled anyway, praying you could break the cuff with enough strain on the chain. Your eyes stayed on the monster's figure. You still were unable to make out his features as he'd remained in the doorway the whole time, but as he moved forward slightly and turned to stare at you, you could see that his form was naked. The possible implications of that had you panicking even more, pulling on the cuff's chain, determined to break it and free yourself.

You could feel his eyes raking over you, watching you stare at his naked body. A sinister, gravelly chuckle filled the room.

"Don't worry, little human. Many of us demons don't feel the need to bother with clothing. No, I'm not here to bed you." He released Derek's head and spine, and the bloody mess hit the floor with a loud, squishy thud. "I'm only here to kill you."

You screamed again, your attempt to calm yourself completely forgotten. You began violently pulling on your wrist, twisting it this way and that, frantic with the need to get free. Out of nowhere, a force propelled you through the air, much the same way Derek had been treated. Your shoulder screamed in protest as your body jerked in mid-air having gone as far as the handcuff would allow. You were tugged further and further till you felt a snap in your shoulder and collarbone.

"STOP IT! PLEASE!"

Your tortured scream only seemed to amuse the demon. You heard him chuckling again, a dry, scraping sound, deep in his throat. And as you watched him with wide frightened eyes, he lifted a clawed finger to his lips and shushed you as if admonishing a small child.

He flicked the same finger down toward the hard-wood floor and you fell to it in a crumpled heap. The only sound you could make was a wheezed gasp, as you fought to stay conscious. Pain attacked your neck, shoulder and collarbone all at once and it was difficult to breathe. Fingers curled into the hair at your scalp, and tugged, forcing you up onto your knees. You pictured yourself being torn apart by the bloodthirsty demon, just like Derek was.

"Do you know why this is happening?"

You swallowed hard and shook your head, not trusting yourself to speak.

"You're to be King Bálor's wife—his Queen." His fingers curled tighter into your hair and you cried out softly from the sharp twinge of pain at your hairline. "Being bonded and married to you will only make him stronger. I can not let that happen. I plan to overthrow him."

"It... It-It won't happen," you managed to say through chattering teeth. "I don't want to marry at all. Let me go. Please, believe me! I won't marry anyone."

"He's not leaving you a choice. And he's left me none as well. You have to die. It's the only way. And I have to be the one to kill you." His free hand went to your throat and squeezed harshly, a foreboding warning of your fate. Instantly, you began struggling fruitlessly in his hold. "Some of the other rebelling Fomorians won't back me up in the overthrow unless..."

Shaking uncontrollably, you tuned him out at that point and tugged and clawed at his hand, frantic to get him to release you.

That's when you noticed a dark blur fly into the room and dive right into your demonic captor.

Both beings flew across the room, grappling as you tumbled back to the floor.

You took that moment to back up as far as you could in an unstable, one-armed crab walk. An invisible fire seemed to flair relentlessly up and down your left arm and shoulder at the movement, and you collapsed once more to the floor, fighting off the urge to vomit with a soft, pained groan.

In the next instant, you were lifted to your feet, gently. A strong arm went around your waist and tugged you against a sure, sturdy frame. Your head tipped forward and rested against a hard chest as your eyes closed. A soft, male voice, warm with a thick Irish accent whispered near your ear.

"Open y'r eyes, love. Look at me." Fingertips touched ever so lightly at your temple and you began thinking more clearly, your drowsiness was slowly ebbing. "I need ya t' stay awake, Y/N, so ya can get outta here—safely."

You lifted your head and looked at the man who was addressing you so intimately.

And you gasped.

Despite the fact that your life was in peril, you couldn't stop the thought:

He's... breathtaking!

His face was insanely handsome. A fairly tall—at least next to you he was—gorgeous man wearing solid black—a black shirt, black jeans and a black leather jacket, to be exact.

A full, dark beard and mustache adorned the lower half of his face. The same color of hair topped his head in a short fade haircut. His eyes were as pale a blue as the morning sky. His skin was neither pale, nor dark, and his sensuous, full lips glistened after a quick swipe of his tongue. Before you could say anything to him, the arm that held you pulled you even closer, and then his mouth claimed yours softly; lovingly. His mustache scratched lightly at your upper lip and you leaned closer into him.

It was a simple kiss, but it left you reeling. You couldn't lie to yourself. You wanted more. This was the man you were meant to be with. But instead of kissing you again, he pulled back a ways and smiled at you once more. "Beautiful."

Wait... He's calling me beautiful?

It was then you noticed that he held one hand up, his palm facing the direction of the demon who'd tried to kill you. The monster was currently frozen in place. He appeared to be under the control of the man holding you. Your rescuer's hand tremored slightly, as if an unseen force had hold of his wrist and was trying to move his hand away.

Your purse and car keys materialized into the gorgeous stranger's free hand then and he placed them into the hand of your uninjured arm before touching the handcuff on your other wrist. The restraint instantly fell open and you were free.

"I want ya t' go. Get in y'r car an' get outta here, lass. I will find ya when I'm done wit' the trait'r. Then you're comin' home. Wit' me. Finally." His blue eyes glanced over at the demon; pure disdain on his face. Then he turned to you once more and before you could ask him where "home" was, he kissed you again, sweeping his warm mouth across yours, and a subtle thrust of his tongue past your lips. You couldn't stop the whimper that escaped you. He swallowed it greedily then gave you a gentle nudge. "Go, m' love."

You took a tentative step backward, eyes wide and fixed on your beautiful rescuer.

In the next instant, he was gone and another man stood in his place. Swirling ribbons of reds, and blacks and smatterings of white swirled all over his shirtless frame. A set of washboard abs snatched your attention, and you let your gaze follow them down lower to the slightly skimpy pair of black trunks that revealed a clear imprint of his very impressive-

"GO!"

With a frightened gasp, your eyes shot back up to his face and discovered he was glaring at you with red eyes. "LEAVE!"

You stumbled backward, ignoring the stab of pain in your shoulder and then spun around and scrambled out of the cabin and out to your car.

You wouldn't see the look of malice on the stranger's face as he turned and glared at the Fomorian traitor.

"You knew not t' screw wit' me, Turlough," he addressed his former servant. "And you definitely knew not t' put your hands on my Queen."

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You somehow hauled yourself into your SUV with only one good arm but had to attempt several times at getting the key into the ignition, your hand was shaking so horribly. "Please..." you sobbed, trying once again as you glanced toward the cabin. You could hear all kinds of growls and roars and the sounds of punches being thrown and landing. The lights flickered on and off in the windows. You finally heard the metallic scrape of the key sliding into the ignition after you jabbed at it once more. You turned it, and as soon as the engine kicked over and started, you were peeling out backward, eager to get on the road, and head back to the safety of your house.

Gravel flew all around you and pelted your car in your haste to leave. But you didn't care about the possibility of a chipped paint job or cracked windows. The only thing you wanted was to get home, shower, curl up in your bed and try to forget the terrifying things you'd seen that night. Though, secretly, you hoped your rescuer would find you again. A couple of kisses were not enough by a long shot. Then you realized you must be completely insane to fall in love with a man you'd just met.

Lost in your thoughts as you sped down the deserted old highway, you were startled by a loud banging sound at the back of your car. Suddenly, you were fishtailing all over the road. Instinctively, you applied pressure to your breaks and tried to regain control of the vehicle. A flurry of movement to your left snagged your attention then, and you dared a glance out the driver's window.

And you instantly regretted that decision.

The demon that had attempted to kill you apparently escaped your rescuer somehow, because he was tailing you.

On foot.

Bare. Foot.

And he was keeping up with your car's speed.

His eyes glinted brightly in the darkness and you could feel the anger and hatred for you radiating off of him.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!"

Your scream did nothing, of course. The demon only snarled at you before launching his body at your car. The same banging noise reverberated through your car and you almost lost control of it again.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

You struggled to keep your car on the road as the demon once more slammed into it. Not giving you a chance to recover, he slammed into you once again, giving the car a hard shove as he did.

And that is when you lost all control. Your world literally spun around you as you screamed and the car took flight and rolled over and over again. And again, and again. You were catapulted into pitch black darkness before the vehicle had even stopped flipping.

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When you finally began coming to, your eyes struggled to open. You blinked them and scrunched them, but your vision was blurry at best.

A pained groan emerged from your throat and you became aware of hands on your face, and coasting over your body. Immediately, you remembered the car accident.

And the demon who'd caused it.

Acting on impulse, you kicked out with your foot and swung your fist. Which did nothing to help you, since you didn't connect with anything—or anyone. The sudden movement merely sent tremors of excruciating pain through your entire body and head. You sobbed and tried to turn onto your stomach; your mind telling your body to crawl and get away.

"Shhh, love." A familiar male voice spoke softly as hands took hold of you and once more ran over your body, seemingly searching for something. "You're so strong. An' perfect," the man spoke again; his tone full of awe and pride. "Hurt as much as you are, and still tryin' t' fight to live." There was a pause. "I have t' get ya back t' d'a castle. You're badly hurt."

The Irish stranger... Your thoughts were muddled, but you'd recognize that voice anywhere from then on. It was as if it was branded into your mind.

Fingers brushed over your ribs, sending a wave of fiery pain bolting up your side. You winced as a ragged wail burst from your lips.

"Broken ribs," came his murmur. "Dislocated shoulder and broken collar bone. Definitely a concussion."

Hearing all your injuries listed off sent you into another panic. You struggled anew, trying to free yourself from the hands holding you prisoner. The only thing you accomplished however, was sending more roiling pain crashing through your head and body.

"Easy, lass. Easy," the man soothed as he held you tighter. "I'm not goin' t' hurt ya."

His words didn't matter. Not after what you'd been through. You continued to panic and fight and struggle until your body could take no more pain and you went out like a light.

You became vaguely aware of being carried as you slowly gained a little consciousness. Your head rested against a strong shoulder. You wanted to lash out—to fight. But your limbs were so heavy. And literally everything hurt. You couldn't even open your eyes any more than little slits. You were at your rescuer's/kidnapper's mercy. And you hated it.

"Please..." you whimpered. "Please, don't hurt me..."

To your surprise, you felt soft, warm lips press against your forehead in a tender caress.

"Nev'r," came a whispered reply. You felt yourself being laid down on a soft surface—a bed. "I'd take my own life b'fore I'd ever hurt ya."

You let your head settle into the pillow beneath you. "You don't even know me..."

"Oh, but I do, love. I do. You have no idea how much I know you—how much I love you. I've waited s' long t' have you." You felt him take your hand and bring it to his lips with a soft kiss. "I'm Bálor. I'm your husband."

"I've gone crazy..." you uttered, struggling to open your eyes. "You're a Celtic...myth. I have to be dreaming." I have to be losing my mind, you thought groggily. You gained enough strength to open your eyes and looked up to see the gorgeous Irishman gazing down at you, tenderness in his blue eyes.

Bálor, you thought.

He was beautiful, but intimidating. His eyes were a vibrant blue but they would flash red every now and then. Suddenly, he was... painted for the lack of a better term—the swirling red, black and white colors returned with a vengeance.

"I won't hurt you, love." His voice growled at you, but his face held no malice—quite the opposite, actually. "You don't have t' be afraid o' me. I'll protect you wit' my life."

"B-but... You... you scared me. At the cabin. You looked like you'd kill me," you stammered, struggling to sit up.

Bálor helped ease you up so you were propped against the headboard and shook his head.

"As I told ya, I would never hurt ya. I was... scared of you bein' d'ere, in d'a cabin wit' d'a traitor. Ya were too stunned to leave, so I had to get a little fierce to frighten ya int' leavin'. But I'd never've hurt ya."

"I still..." you had trouble finding the words you needed. "I still... am not sure what you want with me."

"Ye're mine, love. Ye're my wife and queen."

"How," you asked incredulously. "I mean... There's been no wedding! And what if I don't want to marry anyone?" You moved to rise from the bed when he stopped you by gently taking your arm.

"You didn't want to marry anyone," Bálor admitted, shifting back to his human form. "Till you saw me. Till I kissed you."

You froze. He had you there.

Before you could reply, an older woman in a black, modest maid's uniform knocked on the open door, and stepped inside the room. She carried a small silver tray with what looked like a shot glass of red liquid in it.

"The... medicine you asked for, your highness." She gave a respectful nod to Bálor.

"T'ank you, Sophie," Bálor replied, stepping over to her and taking the glass from the tray. "D'at will be all."

You'd shakily risen to your feet as the maid vacated the room, but nearly sank to the floor as your pain attacked ferociously. Bálor set the glass down on the night table and then shot over to you and caught you, holding you up as gently as was possible. You apprehensively grasped at his torso so you could keep your balance.

"Maybe... I could stay till I'm healed up," you murmured weakly. A pained grunt passed your lips as another stab of pain assaulted your ribs. Your legs threatened to buckle when Bálor lifted you up and placed you back on the bed.

Bálor picked up the glass again and then lifted your head enough so you could drink it. "Take d'is, love," Bálor whispered. "'Twill help with the pain."

"What is it," you asked, suddenly growing sleepy again. Pain had always affected you that way.

"It's, uh... medicine," Bálor said, glancing at your face and then back to the glass. "It's a concoction of t'ings d'at will help ya feel bett'r. A potion for healin', a pain killer, a sedative so you can rest, wine t' relax ya, and... a couple ot'er t'ings d'at will aid in your healin'."

Your eyes were closing even as he spoke, and you felt the rim of the glass touch your lips.

"Drink, love," you heard him rasp softly.

Too drowsy to argue, you accepted the drink, wrinkling your nose as a metallic flavor flooded your mouth. "Yuck," you sighed once you'd swallowed it. Your head was gently deposited onto the pillow. And, true to his word, you did begin feeling less pain almost instantly. Your sleepiness increased ten-fold. and you felt something else... Something strange... As you slowly drifted, your body began humming with sensitivity. You gasped at the feel of heat flooding your body.

You'd never felt aroused in your life. You never knew what the big fuss was all about. But now...

Now, you knew—all too well.

"What... what did you do?..." You moaned out at the man watching you intently.

"Ye'll sleep now," Bálor smiled warmly at you. "And ya will have many...interestin' dreams." He leaned down, brushing his lips across yours, eliciting a sharp moan from you. "And when ya wake, love... Be warned. Y'r body will be aching f'r me."

Blackness slid across your eyes and settled into your mind then.

Until the dreams began...

They were strange... In that you were in pitch darkness. You couldn't see anything.

But oh... You could feel...

You couldn't move. Normally that would have panicked you, but... Not when warm invisible hands touched you the way they were.

With no warning, your eyes shot open. Your chest heaved as you panted for air.

But you felt no pain. You'd apparently healed up, just as Bálor said you would.

Not to mention after your long sleep, you were wide awake.

And so was your body. You discovered that quickly as the knot of tension in your belly made itself very known and-

Wait.

You looked to your side and found Bálor.

Naked as the day he was born.

With a shocked screech, you sat up in the huge bed and attempted to vacate it, only to be pulled back by a pair of strong arms. You struggled as you were tugged down to the mattress. The arms surrounded you and you became aware of the fact that you suddenly didn't want to resist.

"Where do ya t'ink ye're goin', lovey?"

You lifted your gaze upward and found yourself staring into Bálor's captivating blue eyes. An amused smile played at his full lips.

Why does he have to be so gorgeous?

"You're gorgeous too, darlin'." Bálor growled softly.

Your body shivering from raw nerves, you stammered out, "Y-you can r-read my mind?"

Your hair was brushed from your neck and his warm mouth peppered the skin with soft kisses and nibbles. "Mmm-hmmm..."

Your body's shaking intensified, and Bálor tilted your face up to his. "Don't be scared, love. I'm not goin' t' hurt ya." He smiled at you hungrily. "Anyt'ing but."

Something clicked in you then. You didn't know if it was the drug you were given to drink—you highly suspected it was blood—or if it was just self-discovery time. But...

You wanted him.

All of him.

You reached for Bálor, pressing your mouth to his and giving into your feelings for once in your life. You moaned into his mouth and curled your fingers in his hair, scraping his scalp lightly with your fingernails.

"Make love to me," you said, softly, shyly.

"That was my plan the whole time, love" Bálor chuckled, returning his mouth to yours. He slid his body over yours and slowly began unbuttoning the buttons of your blouse...

The End

[evieismol]

one shot that i decided to post bc of that drunk giant post i saw the other day

Word count: 911

Cw: light accidental fearplay

“Easton, are you okay?” Kyle asked.

The giant stumbled into the wall, barely managing to hold himself up as he pushed the door shut behind him.

“‘M fine,” Easton said. “Rob…spiked the lemonade. I didn’t know. I’m sorry. Wasn’t trying to get drunk.”

Ruby raised an eyebrow. “Rob did what? That’s kind of fucked up.”

“I know.” He shrugged, managing to fall into a clumsy sitting position while doing so. He attempted to get back up.

“Maybe you should stay sitting,” I suggested, exchanging a glance with Ruby and Kyle. I gathered that they were also not thrilled with Easton being more than a little drunk.

This is just great, I thought sarcastically. He was easily a dozen times taller than us, a fact which was intimidating at the best of times. That made it a little…less than ideal that he currently was having trouble standing.

Let alone thinking clearly, I thought.

“Okay,” Easton said. Well, at least he still seemed as agreeable as usual.

“We should probably get him into bed,” Ruby said after a moment. She turned back to the giant, who was sitting on the floor with his head leaned against the wall, half out of it.

“E, you shouldn’t sleep on the floor. C’mon, do you think you can get up to your bed?” She asked.

“Dunno,” Easton mumbled. After a moment, he nodded.

“I think so,” he said, attempting to slowly pull himself back to his feet. Easton flopped down onto his bed a few moments later, shaking the table slightly. I winced - he wasn’t usually that careless.

“‘M sorry,” Easton said, breaking the silence. “I wasn’t planning on drinking���not responsible. Do you hate me? Please don’t hate me.”

“We don’t hate you,” Ruby said.

“I don’t want anyone to hate me,” Easton replied. He paused, frowning. “My dad hates me.”

“Maybe you should just get some sleep,” I suggested.

Easton shook his head. “I don’t want to…nightmares. My sister hates me too. Whole family, I guess.”

“I’m sure your whole family doesn’t hate you,” Kyle said.

“Mm, I dunno,” Easton replied. “I think they do. Are you sure you don’t hate me?”

“Why would we hate you? You literally saved our lives and you go out of your way to take care of us literally constantly,” I pointed out.

“But you’re trapped with me. I’m sorry,” Easton said.

“There’s way worse people we could be trapped with,” I said, giving a small shrug.

“Yeah, like the asshole who gave you spiked lemonade. I feel like we shouldn’t gloss over that,” Ruby said.

“He just meant it as a prank…” Easton mumbled.

“Pranks should be funny,” Ruby said, in a tone that left little room for argument. “What if you had to drive? Or were on medication that reacts with alcohol or something?”

“Oh, I am,” Easton said. Ruby looked at him incredulously.

“I mean, it just…more effects, more black outs,” Easton said.

“Yeah, that was seriously fucked up of Rob,” Ruby muttered.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m not mad at you,” Ruby said. Easton pulled himself up into a seated position, leaning against the wall next to his bed.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “Fuck, your dinner-I’ll go get it.” At least, I was decently sure that’s what he said. I didn’t have an incredibly long time to consider it, as Easton moved to get up and once again hit into the table. The sudden jolt knocked her off my feet, and my mind instantly flashed back to the other time this had happened - I’d almost fallen to her death. And I would have, had it not been for Easton’s quick thinking. This time I was both more and less fortunate. I fell off the side, instead “merely” dropping 10 or so feet onto Easton’s lap. I made a noise somewhat akin to a gasp as the breath was knocked out of her upon impact. The giant’s eyes widened.

“Are you okay?” He asked immediately, his face going pale.

I managed a nod, drawing in a deep breath as i tried to struggle up. That was easier said than done on the soft surface that was Easton’s thigh.

“I’m so sorry,” Easton said.

“It’s fine, E,” I said, wincing as she pulled herself up. “No blood, no foul.”

I looked up at the desk, and Ruby and Kyle. I couldn’t climb back up by myself, that much was obvious. I cursed under my breath. Generally, I wouldn’t have had second thoughts about asking Easton to pick me up. Given that he had practically fallen into bed moments ago, though, I felt less than comfortable with that concept. Of course, my current position wasn’t that much better. A fact I was reminded of when Easton shifted his weight slightly, causing me to lose my balance again. My hands shot out to catch myself on reflex as I landed in the slight dip where his legs were pressed together.

“Easton!”

“Shit. I’m so sorry.” Easton said hurriedly. “I just forgot-“

I took a steadying breath. “Can you help me back up to the table? And just be, really, really careful?”

Easton nodded. “Yeah. I’m really so sorry, here.” He lowered his hand down to me. I hesitated a moment before climbing on. I felt relief wash over me as he did, in fact, raise his hand carefully, setting it softly on the table. I climbed off, looking back at him.

“Thanks,” I said. “You really should try to get some sleep.”