#her: looks like im going to have to pull the needle out and try again

[just-your-average-tangerine]

I desperately, desperately need phlebotomists to stop being competitive about my veins

[koqabear]

Hey Emo Boy!

☆ Song suggestion: Emo Boy, Ayesha Erotica ☆

Summary:

He worked at the Spencer’s store in the mall— you worked at the Claire’s store right in front. What can you say? Match made in heaven. 

bassist!Beomgyu x fem! reader

Genre: opposites attract trope, friends to lovers, fluff, smut

Word count: 9.4K

Warnings: mc dresses like a BIMBO and we love it! mc gets stereotyped a bit, lots of piercings, needles, (bg gets pierced lol) mc has a smiley and nipple piercings, bg has snake bites and a tongue piercing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of food, cursing, Chaeryeong is a real one

Smut warnings: dom!bg, sub!mc, slight possessiveness, teasing, making out, thigh riding, dirty talk, dumbification, praise, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, nipple play, bg loves mc’s boobs, oral, (f receiving) fingering, hair pulling, bulge kink, scratching, unprotected sex, breeding kink(?), creampie (lemme know if I should add anything!)

Notes: im sorry, but Beomgyu’s long hair era has me in such a chokehold that I think I passed out and wrote this. I’d like to think that in the concert their opener was “Destroya” by mcr (assuming that its their song in this universe) And why yes, I do have a list of other songs they would perform, you can totally go ask me this on my blog! 

Your friends always said you had an obscure taste in men— you always laughed in their face in response. 

But as you stand behind the Claire’s register, ready to clock back onto a never-ending ten-hour shift of piercing little girl’s ears unprofessionally, you can’t help but be reminded of the thought. 

There he is again, your brain tells you, an involuntary reaction as you pause your actions to glance out into the empty mall; just in time to watch the cute boy with snake bite piercings that works at the store across from you rush inside. 

Honestly, whose idea was it to put a Spencer’s in front of a Claire’s store? It was a mistake waiting to happen— but you indulged in it nonetheless, the convenient placement allowing you to catch a glimpse of one of the workers that captivated you. You’re not sure of his name, and you’re not sure you can bring yourself to talk to him— you’ve never gone into a Spencer's, and plan to keep it that way. Honestly, his whole style couldn’t be more opposite than yours, but there was something about him that made you curious, eager for more. 

“Are you staring at that emo boy again?” You jump at the sound of your coworkers voice, startled to find her standing behind you, a knowing look on her face as she shakes her head. “Girl, just go fuck him already.” 

“Shut up!” You balk, glancing around the store in a panic to see if there were any customers around— it was empty, considering it was a Thursday evening, “and no, I wasn’t.” 

“Don’t lie to me,” Chaeryeong says, checking her acrylics absentmindedly, leaning against the counter with a sigh, “you’ve been staring at him all week. You should totally go talk to him.” 

“You think? I don’t know if he’d be into someone like me though,” you look down at your outfit, the complete opposite of what the man in the store across from you sported— while his outfit consisted of dark, edgy outfits, yours were nothing but feminine and cute. 

“Why not? You’re hot,” Chaeryeong’s words bring an uncontrollable swell of confidence to you, and you allow yourself to bask in the compliments that she continues to goad onto you.

“He’s lucky you tone down your fits to suit this place, cause if you didn’t,” she whistles, exaggerating her reaction as you slap her shoulder jokingly, “man, we’d be swamped with customers.” 

“You really think I should try to talk to him?” You ask, biting your lip nervously at the thought; what if he was an asshole? What if he thought you were some superficial bimbo? Was he one of those creeps that thought they were better than women? What if he was gay?

“Stop overthinking things, I can see the questions from here,” Chaeryeong bats at the air mockingly, laughing at the petulant look you give her. Her teasing is interrupted by the motion sensor bell going off, and the two of you are quick to put on your customer-service personas as you turn to face the new customers with a happy smile. 

“Next chance you get, go up and talk to him. Don’t overthink and it’ll go great, I promise,” Chaeryeong whispers to you, leaving you on your own as the mother calls her over to ask a question about the piercings. 

Glancing back at the Spencer’s across from you, you can’t help but let out a sigh of desperation— you really hope she’s right. 

⤬⤬⤬

You decide to make your move on a Friday night. 

It was one of your few days off, and according to Chaeryeong, the cute boy was working tonight. 

You had been quick to throw together a cute outfit as you made your way to the mall— to pay a visit to your friend and your crush. 

The store was just as you had expected— low lights, fandom merch, and a fuck ton of adult products. You were caught off guard by the sight of it all, the stark contrast of the store and your outfit leaving you to stick out uncomfortably— not that anyone seemed to care, thankfully. You were quick to find yourself browsing through the jewelry, uninterested in everything else as you found a couple of cute earrings and necklaces to buy. 

To your disappointment, you had yet to see the cute boy that you had been crushing on; your heart shattered at the thought of you missing your opportunity to talk to him. Yet, just as you were being checked out by another worker, your luck seemed to turn around. 

“Hey, you doing anything tomorrow night?” Your head snapped up in the middle of you taking out your card, surprised to find the cashier asking you this question so suddenly. Behind him, you can see the cute emo boy emerge from the employee room. 

“Uhm, why do you ask?” You try to prolong the conversation as you watch the cute boy make his way up to the counter, your heart beating faster at the thought of you finally getting to talk to him. 

“There’s this band playing at a nearby venue,” the cashier, Yeonjun, his name tag reads, hands you a flyer, your eyes scanning the words as you take in the information printed onto it, “you should definitely go. I’m in it, actually.”

“Yeonjun, you shouldn’t be promoting that while working.” The new voice has you looking up from your flyer quicker than you can process— and to your delight, the cute emo boy stands behind your cashier with a frown on his face. 

Yeonjun narrows his eyes, turning around to look at his coworker. Shaking his head, he clasps the boy on the shoulder as he shakes him around, the boy unfazed as he allows him to do so. 

“Shut up, I think she’d love to go,” sending you a smile, he winks, and you can only manage to smile shakily in return, “he’s a part of it too; the bassist.”

You hope your sudden interest isn’t obvious, but you can’t help the way you perk up at Yeonjun’s words, staring back down at the flyer in your hands with a newfound eagerness— hey, if the music was bad, the worst that could happen is you getting the ick and moving on. 

“I’ll try my best to go,” you say, trying to play it cool as you smile at them; you briefly glance at the cute boy’s name tag— Beomgyu, it reads— and stuff the flyer in your purse, enjoying the way they (mostly Yeonjun— okay, only Yeonjun) seem to beam at your words. 

“Cool, we’ll try to spot you in the crowd,” Yeonjun jokes, handing you your bag filled with jewelry as he not-so-subtly scans your outfit, “from the looks of it, it won’t be too hard.”

Man, was it just you or was it hot in this store? You don’t think you could handle all this attention at once, the sight of Beomgyu giving you a once over making you weak in the knees as you feebly thanked them, promptly scurrying out of the store as you tried to ignore the way you didn’t talk to him— baby steps, you reassure yourself. 

You’re practically stumbling into Claire’s as if it were a safe space; and if Chaeryeong was there, then it was. You briefly scan the store before you spot her red hair, running up to her excitedly as you shove the crumpled banner in her face. 

“Seriously?” Is all she can muster to say, staring at the flyer blankly before she looks back at you, quirking a brow as if to challenge your decisions, “I told you to go fuck him, not support his fleeting dreams.” 

“I know…” you pout, deflating at her disapproving look, “but I don’t think it would be that easy! He seems like a cold guy, like you have to get to know him before he lowers his guard…” 

“Are you listening to yourself?” She says, checking herself in the mirror as she begins to restock the phone cases, “I worry about you sometimes.” 

“Come on, hear me out!” You whine, ignoring the dirty looks the moms in the store give you, clearly displeased with your revealing outfit, (cons to living in such a conservative town, you suppose) “you can’t deny that he’s cute.” 

“Yeah, but the most I’d do is hookup like, once,” she says, glancing around the store to make sure no customers were around to hear her, “you’re trying to play the long game.” 

“Am not!” You say, ignoring the way your body flushes hotly at the accusation— okay, you’re pretty down bad for him; so what?

“But uhm, Chae…” you don’t bother to finish your sentence, trailing off softly as you find yourself too nervous to ask. But with one glance back at you, she knows exactly what you’re trying to say— she sighs. 

“You want me to go with you, don't you?” 

Sending her your most convincing smile, you bat your lashes in hopes to convince her, clinging onto her as you let out a small “pleeeease?” She pauses, narrowing her eyes at your behavior before she scoffs, finally giving in as she goes back to restocking items. 

“You’re insufferable.” 

⤬⤬⤬

To say that you’re surprised by the attendance would be an understatement. 

The place is packed— it was hard enough to get tickets to the venue, and your efforts to buy tickets early were not in vain, despite Chaeryeong's teasing. You’re pulling her along eagerly, fingers laced tightly with hers as you squeeze your way towards the front of the stage; you’re able to sneak through a good amount of people, but aren’t able to get that close to the stage, to your disappointment. There’s no place to sit, much to Chaeryeong’s annoyance, but you’d like to blame her onslaught of complaints on the heels that she chose to wear instead.

“What kind of band even are they,” Chaeryeong mutters, scanning the crowd as she takes in the way the two of you accidentally stand out— the mass of black clashing with your sparkling outfits, “did you even listen to their music beforehand?” 

“To like, one song, yeah,” you say, unashamed as you ignore the look a person casts at you, clearly listening in to your conversations, “I dunno, I think they’re just a rock band. I think you’ll like them.”

“Probably not, this isn’t really my taste,” she says, throwing a dirty look to the person that pushes roughly past her to try to get closer to the stage, “you’re just lucky I love you.” 

But before you can ridicule Chaeryeong for her statement, you finally see the lights dimming down, left in the dark as the announcer finally calls the band onto the stage— Tomorrow by Together. 

The crowd goes wild by the announcement, jumping excitedly and jostling you and your friend around as they all try to record the members and get a good angle. You had no idea they were this popular— hell, if you were them, you’d quit everything to pursue music by now. The crowd is chanting their names eagerly, and you’re left in awe as they all take their positions behind each instrument. 

There are two guitarists— you’re able to recognize Yeonjun as one of them. You looked up the rest of the members on your way here, and by process of elimination, the other man who was currently picking up his guitar would be Hueningkai. 

The cute guy with dimples sends a heart to the crowd before going to where his keyboard is placed; that’s Soobin, if you remember right. Leaving you with Taehyun, who doesn’t bother to wave to the crowd as he picks up his drumsticks eagerly, shifting comfortably on the seat as he waits patiently for the show to start. 

And lastly, Beomgyu enters the stage and beelines to the bass— you’re surprised to find that he’s dyed his hair, the highlights getting hit by the stage lights brilliantly as he adjusts his earpiece, waiting patiently for the leader— Soobin, you think it is— to start the performance. 

You can barely hear what they’re saying over the excited cheers around you, and you can feel Chaeryeong gripping onto your arm in fear that you’ll be lost in the crowd. Glancing behind her, you send her an excited smile, unable to contain your laugh as you take in her nervous expression. 

“You’re insane!” 

“What?” You yell back, leaning in as the crowd begins to cheer louder— probably in response to something they said. You glance back at the stage in curiosity, but turn back to check on your friend as she leans back into your ear, repeating the words as she rolls her eyes at your amused reaction. 

“Do you want to leave then?” 

“And leave you here alone? No way—!” Her words are cut off by the clicks of drumsticks, and the crowd is quick to push each other around as the music begins to fill the venue, successfully taking your attention off your friend as your head snaps back to the stage. 

You can still feel the grip of Chaeryeong’s acrylics as you keep your fingers laced tightly with hers, but you quickly find yourself moving with the crowd as you watch the five on stage perform— and to your surprise, you find yourself enjoying the music a lot more than you anticipated. 

It’s just as you expected— rock, emo, or punk-rock if you remember right. But you can’t take your eyes off the way they all seem to be so immersed in the music, moving around just as much as the crowd before them. You’re surprised to find that each one of the members has a mic, and as you watch Beomgyu, you find yourself eager to hear his voice. 

He’s mesmerizing, a thin sheen of sweat coating him as his bangs stick to his forehead, a hand coming up to quickly adjust his earpiece before he’s back on the bass, fingers moving so swiftly you think you might just be hypnotized. You can feel your heart beating faster as you watch him step closer to his mic, eyes scanning the crowd absentmindedly as he waits for his part; they stop for a moment, and you swear that he spots you in the crowd. 

His brows furrow as he begins to sing, and you swear that you might just feel weak in the knees. His voice is deep and raspy as he sings his part, and you can see Chaeryeong laughing at your reaction in the corner of your eye— man, this venue suddenly seemed a lot more stuffy than it was three seconds ago. 

And despite Chaeryeong’s conditions that you wouldn’t stay for the whole show, you do just that— your feet ache, and your makeup has been sweated off, but you don’t regret a single thing as you stumble out of the venue, your hearing muffled and your throat sore from cheering. 

“That wasn’t so bad,” you smile, glancing at your friend as you take in her distraught state— her hair was frizzy, and her makeup was also sweated off, but unlike you, she didn’t seem too pleased about it.

“For you maybe,” she grumbles, clutching onto you as she grumbles about how sore her feet are under her breath, “At least you had your eye candy to look at.” 

“Yeah, well thanks for coming with me Chae,” you say, hugging her tightly despite her protests, “I’ll get that girl from Auntie Anne's number for you as repayment.”

“No, let me do that myself,” she says, pushing herself off you as she tries to hide her fond smile, “but what I really want right now is a drink. And to rest.” 

“Back to my place?” You say, already knowing her answer as you finally find your car, flopping on the seats with rough sighs as you finally allow your feet to rest. 

“Yes please.” 

Chaeryeong allows you to ramble about your thoughts on the band all the way home. 

⤬⤬⤬

The next time you see Beomgyu is on your break. 

It’s a Tuesday afternoon and the mall is practically empty— considering that school has already started and all the kids are locked up in school. You’re sitting at the corner table of Auntie Anne’s, chewing mindlessly on your pretzel nuggets as you text Chaeryeong and tease her for chickening out on talking to her crush— in the end, she was no better than you. She isn’t working today, which is probably why time is passing so slowly— even your break seems to stretch by slowly. 

It isn’t until you hear the sound of a chair scraping along the tiles that you look up from your phone. 

Oh god, you’re already getting nervous— because Beomgyu’s a table away from you, staring down at his phone as well with his headphones on. You’re trying hard not to stare, so you resort to panicking and text Chaeryeong about your situation, to which she can only threaten you to talk to him.

Chae <3

Swear to god if you don’t talk to him ill do it for u

And it wont be pretty 

What if he doesn’t wanna talk? You text her, anxiously biting at your lip as you watch the message bubble up, her typing as slow as ever as you glance back up at Beomgyu, then back at the clock, calculating just how long you have before you need to leave.

Chae <3

Talk to him about his band duh

Everyone loves talking about themselves

Now shoo

You brightened up at that— of course! Who wouldn’t want to hear about themselves? And with this conversation started, you picked up your cup of pretzels, taking a deep breath before you found the courage to walk up to him. 

“Do you mind if I sit here?” You mentally facepalm at how stupid you sound, but you’ll let it slide as Beomgyu looks up at you, taking a second to pause his music before he gives you a blank look, eyebrows raising slightly as he finally seems tor recognizes you.

“Sure, I guess,” is all he says, and you can’t help but feel embarrassed at his response; or rather, his lack of interest. He gives you a curious look, and you know that he’s waiting for you to explain why the hell you decided to interrupt him during his break— you’re nervous, fidgeting in your seat as you smile sweetly at him. (God, he was intimidating up close.)

“I went to your uh, concert last weekend,” you hold back a smile as you watch the way he perks up at that, a lot more interested in what you have to say as he leans forward.

“Really? Didn’t think you’d be into that type of stuff,” he says, scanning your outfit teasingly, looking at your hot pink hello kitty zip up, to the cute jeans that had hearts on the back pockets; but mostly, your face said it all— that you weren’t one to listen to that kind of music at all. 

“Well you’d be surprised,” you say, pouting slightly at his words. You’re fidgeting with your necklace, and you pretend to remain oblivious to the way Beomgyu watches your every movement, eyes stuck to the way the cute pendant falls perfectly on your chest when you let it go, “you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, or whatever they say.” 

Beomgyu lets out a laugh at that, and you can’t hide the way that it catches you off guard. It seems genuine, and his eyes are crinkling cutely as he smiles, shaking his head in amusement at your words. It’s almost contagious, and you can’t help the way you crack a small smile as well. 

“You got me there,”  he says, glancing back at the clock, prompting you to do so as well— you shudder, seeing that you have five minutes left. “Well what’d you think?” 

Narrowing your eyes, you take a second before you respond; you can tell he’s waiting for you to gush over him. 

“It was okay, I guess,” you say, shrugging your shoulders as you pop one of your pretzels in your mouth. Your tongue darts out to lick away the sugar left on your lips, and your stomach swirls in excitement as Beomgyu follows your movements, “Yeonjun’s voice was really nice.”  

“Really?” Beomgyu taunts you, a knowing smirk growing on his face as he realizes what you’re doing. 

“Anything else?”

“Hmmm… oh! The other guitarist was super cute,” you shamelessly say, popping another pretzel in your mouth as you hum in appreciation of its taste, “come to think of it, so was the drummer— oh, so was the guy on the keys.” 

“Interesting,” He says mockingly, leaning in as he tilts his head questioningly, tongue prodding at his lip rings as he asks, “what’d you think of the bassist?” 

“Hmm? The bassist?” You question, huffing in disappointment as you realized you’ve finished all your pretzels. Rubbing your fingertips to rid the sugary dust, you can’t help yourself as you pop a finger into your mouth, licking off the residue as you finally stand, surprised to find that you need to clock back on. Beomgyu watches you, unable to take his eyes off the way your tongue swirls across your thumb, your necklace hanging teasingly as you reach to zip your jacket back up. Eyes snapping back to yours, you send him a small smile, expression earnest as you say, 

“Oh, I wouldn't know— I’m not into that type of stuff.” 

⤬⤬⤬

You’re eager to tell Chaeryeong about your interaction the first chance you get. 

“Ouuu you’re such a tease! You’ve definitely got him interested now,” she squeals, taking your hands in hers as she jumps in excitement. You’re about to go on your break, heart beating with excitement at the thought of getting to see Beomgyu again— your shifts are usually aligned, so who’s to say your breaks couldn’t be as well?

“You think I might see him today?” You voice your thoughts out loud, glancing back at the Spencer’s across from you— it’s dim, and you can barely make out anything in there, but you swore you saw the familiar head of long shaggy hair pass by the entrance.

“You just might,” your friend says, grinning at you as she encourages you to take your break— you linger at the entrance in hopes that you might spot Beomgyu taking his break as well. Making your way back to Auntie Anne’s (it was the only place where you could get your food quick enough) you tried to keep your hopes down, not wanting to look like a lost puppy patiently waiting for its owner. 

By the time you had ten minutes left to your break, you had lost hope, your eyes glued to your phone and music blasting in your ears as you texted your friends. Laughing at one of their responses to your crush, you rolled your eyes, reaching to grab another pretzel nugget— only to grab at the air stupidly. 

You frown as you look up from your phone, only to be met with the sight of Beomgyu sitting comfortably across from you, your cup of pretzels in his hands— how long had he been sitting there?

“How long have you been there?” You’re quick to echo your own mind, reaching out to take back your pretzels from the boy. He shrugs, glancing at the clock, only to leave you without a proper answer. 

“Not that long,” is all he gives you, enjoying the way you genuinely want to know. You’re silent, and you watch as he becomes slightly nervous, eyes avoiding yours as he reaches for his pocket— he wants to tell you something. 

“I actually wanted to uhm— give you these,” slowly, he slides something across the table, and it takes you a second to realize what it is, “They’re tickets to our next show. You really seemed to enjoy the other one, so I wanted to invite you to this one— with better seats, too.”

Your mouth is hanging at the two VIP tickets, unable to say anything before his words click in your mind. 

“Wait— you saw me? At the last show?” You watch as he flushes at your words, but honestly, you’re the one that should be embarrassed— you were kinda hoping he hadn’t noticed your excited self back at his concert. 

“Well, it was hard to not notice you,” his excuse is pointless as he looks back up at you, at the cute flustered expression you sport—it somehow manages to bring about a small wave of confidence as he adds, “it was cute to see you enjoy yourself.” 

“Oh,” you know you sound lame, but you can’t help it— not with the way his narrowed eyes stare teasingly at you, head cocked to the side as he waits for you to say something— but you don’t, staring down at your pretzels shyly as you listen to him chuckle; oh, where did your confidence from last time go?

“Wait, I have to ask,” you say, the question you thought of a few days ago popping back into your mind, “how come you work here if your band is so popular? You seem to be doing well.”

“Ah, that,” Beomgyu seems to become shy at your question, rubbing at his nape nervously as his eyes flit down onto the table, “well, we aren’t signed under a label yet… so it’s not really a stable income; this job is more of a side hustle just in case.” 

“Ah, I see,” you say, wondering just how much he makes from playing in venues— considering that he has to be working here, (which you aren’t complaining about, honestly) it must not be enough. 

“Well, I can’t wait for this next show,” you beam at him, taking the two tickets as you glance at the time, sad to see that your thirty minutes are up. “Come pay me a visit sometime, I work right across from you, you know.” 

You’re sure it’s unlikely, but as you walk back to your workplace, the stand of cute Squishmallows greeting you as you go to clock back in, you’re unable to contain your bright grin of excitement as you flash Chaeryeong the two VIP tickets. (much to her dismay.)

⤬⤬⤬

Beomgyu is making his way to your store. 

“The emo boy is coming over,” Chaeryeong tells you, not giving you much of a warning before she dips to the back— to give you a moment, she tells you shamelessly— leaving you alone and vulnerable to the sight of the cute boy appearing out of nowhere. 

It had been almost a week since you had asked him to visit you— ever since then, the two of you would try to time your breaks together, spending the time talking about music and growing closer; you even got to exchange numbers. 

But you hadn’t been expecting him to take your last comment seriously, especially not before the day you would be seeing him perform. But here he is, walking up to your store with other shopping bags in his hands, dressed in his usual dark attire. His eyes met yours, and you swore you saw a small amused twitch in his lips. 

“Didn’t think you’d actually step a foot in here,” you say, holding back a smile at the way he clashes against the cute store— is this what you looked like in his environment? The thought was enough to give away your amusement, despite the cold front you tried to display.

“Never judge a book by its cover,” he says, echoing your words as he watches you grin shamelessly, his eyes latching onto a piece of jewelry that caught his eye. “Nice smiley, did you get it done here?”

Scoffing, you can’t stop the laugh that escapes at his ridiculous words. 

“As if, I wouldn’t trust this place to do a regular ear-piercing,” you say, looking back at your piercing station in dismay. 

Beomgyu says nothing, even when you throw him a questioned look. 

“How much for the piercings?” 

“What— You can’t be serious,” you say, gawking at him in disbelief as you look at his ears, “you have multiple piercings! You should know better than to get it done here!” 

Beomgyu shrugs, looking at himself in the mirror as he looks at the said piercings— brushing his hair back, he reaches up to rub at the only empty spot on his lobes.

“Yeah, but I don’t have my upper lobes done yet.” 

“Beomgyu,” you whine, unaware of the way his name rolls off your tongue so nicely. He shivers, eyes darkening as he looks back up at you, much more determined to do it now that you’re acting like this. “I don’t want your ears to get fucked up on my behalf—your fans would hate me…” 

“Well, the customer is always right,” he grins, knowing just how much the two of you hated that phrase, “and the customer wants this pretty worker to do his upper lobes— with these hello kitty earrings as well.” 

Oh, he’s good, you hate how easily you’re going to give in to him; you don’t think you can put up much of a fight anymore, at least not with the way he’s looking at you and complimenting you. 

“Go sit in the chair,” you sigh, seemingly defeated as you follow him to the piercing station. In the corner of your eye, you watch Chaeryeong slowly peek through the door, only to see the scene before her and quickly hide back inside. 

“Just know that I’m not the one that usually does piercings,” you add, snickering at the way Beomgyu frowns at your confession. “Yeah, I tried to warn you, but you didn’t listen to me.”

“It’s okay, I’ll be happy to give you more experience,” he says, and you’re thankful that you’re able to hide behind him because holy fuck, you’re probably a mess right now. Hesitantly, you reach out to his hair— it’s in the way, you think to yourself, unsure if he’ll be bothered if you touch it.

“You can move my hair if you need to,” he says, as though he were able to read your every thought. You jump at his sudden comment, clearing your throat as you nod, before realizing that you’re standing behind him, and that he probably can’t see you right now. So you simply mutter an “okay”, hoping that he can’t see how shaky your hands are as you reach out to move his hair. 

Softly, you reach out to his shoulder, brushing back his hair as you inspect his pierced ears— you ignore the way your fingertips accidentally brush against his skin, and you especially try to ignore the way he shudders at your actions. You take your time to mark where you’ll put each piercing, and after double-checking with Beomgyu, you finally get ready to pierce his ears. 

Reluctantly, you put on gloves, slowly going through all the sanitation steps as you walk Beomgyu through it and tell him how to care for his piercing— you’re sure he doesn’t need to hear this, honestly— yet it’s still your job to say it.

“Take a deep breath in,” it’s accidental, but you’re using your customer service on him, and you’re sure he notices; that is, if the small quirk of his lips is any giveaway. Slowly, you adjust the piercing gun, taking a deep breath in yourself in hopes that you won’t fuck up; it’s irrational, but you can’t help but be afraid. But you pull through, and as your fingers squeeze together, you watch the needle go through his ear. 

“There’s one,” you say reassuringly, pulling away to check your work. All he manages is a small wince, which is a nice contrast to the usual wailing and annoyed moms that you get on the daily. Turning to the other side, you find yourself no longer nervous, pulling back his hair without a second thought as you start sanitizing the new side as well. You barely hesitate before you’re passing the needle through his ear, smiling at the way he only flinches at the feeling. 

“Good job!” You say automatically, unable to stop yourself as the customer service mode had taken over you completely. But it doesn’t seem to phase Beomgyu, because he doesn’t comment on it even as you take him to the register to pay.

“I look pretty, don’t I?” He asks, tilting his head in the mirror to look at his new hello kitty piercings. It’s a stark difference to the rest of his jewelry, but you can’t help but agree wholeheartedly with him.

“They’re super cute, I’m kinda jealous,” you say, much to Beomgyu’s surprise. 

“Well, maybe your friend could pierce them,” he says, glancing behind you, and at the employee area, “if she finally decides to come out.”

Beomgyu is very annoying— it’s a realization that dawns on you as he sports a smug look, clearly pleased with the way he manages to fluster you with just a few words. But even as he bids you goodbye, reminding you to come to his show tomorrow, you can’t deny the way your heart saddens to watch him go so soon. 

Oh, you’re down bad. 

⤬⤬⤬

The new venue is much nicer than the last one— it catches you off guard by how nice it is. (It really makes you wonder how much money they each contribute to afford such places)

Chaeryeong is trailing behind you reluctantly, her cute heels from last time swapped out for much more comfortable sneakers. Though she complained to you about going to such a rough event again, you could tell that she was much more pleased when the sight of assigned seats greeted her— not that it wasn’t stated on the ticket, you had muttered to her sarcastically.

You could tell that you were getting strange looks from others— after all, you decided not to conform to their style. It wasn’t really you, so why do it? So instead of trying something new, you decided to stick to your cute pink outfits, dressed in a denim skirt that honestly, wasn’t covering much, the same hello kitty jacket you wore when you first talked to Beomgyu being sported once more as you layer it over a thin tank top, your cute Demonia camel-311’s adding an extra bit of height as you make it all the way down to the VIP section— front and center. 

You’re practically buzzing in your seat from excitement as you wait for the concert to begin, eagerly chatting with Chaeryeong who could only do so much to calm you down. After what seems like an eternity of waiting, the audience lights finally dim, and you’re left in anticipation for the band to come out. 

It still feels like you’re listening to them for the first time again as you watch them perform, your new closeness to the stage allowing them all to spot you easily— they all end up sending Beomgyu knowing looks at some point, unbeknownst to you. 

And as you finally make eye contact with Beomgyu, you grin at him excitedly, waving at him as he nods in recognition, a smile breaking across his face as he sees you. And though you finally look away from him, much more distracted by Soobin as he begins to sing, he can’t help but watch you, mesmerized as you seem to be enjoying yourself wholly. (Though he couldn’t say the same for your friend, who mostly seemed to be there for emotional support as she helped steady you.) 

You just seemed so happy. And it made Beomgyu’s heart jump excitedly at the thought of it being because of his band. You were even singing along, and Beomgyu couldn’t help but watch you fondly, shamelessly staring at you even when it was his turn to sing and your gaze turned back to him. He met your eyes eagerly, and you almost felt as though the rest of the crowd disappeared as he sang, raspy voice soothing to your ears as you tried to push away the incessant fluttering of your heart. 

You stared at him even when it was no longer his part, watching in awe as he played the bass like it was second nature. Meeting his eyes once more, you couldn’t help the way your eyes flit to his ears, the flash of the jewelry bringing your attention to the cute hello kitty studs he wore; you pointed at your ears eagerly, and he seems to realize what you’re referring to as he sweeps his hair back, allowing you to take in the piercings properly; they’re healing surprisingly well.

The concert seems to pass by much quicker than you’d like— and you’re left with nothing but the muffled feeling in your ears and the dwindling adrenaline as you reluctantly make your way back to the entrance. You almost make it out, but you’re stopped last minute as a security guard approaches the two of you, asking you for to confirm your identities to him. 

“Beomgyu would like to see you,” he says, pointing at you as he reads your ID. You’re surprised, blinking owlishly as you take in his words, unsure if he’s messing with you as you say, 

“… Me?”

“Yes, if you could please follow me,” the security guard waits for you to come after him, but he seems to notice the way you hesitate and turn back to your friend with uncertainty. “She can wait in the VIP lobby if she’d like, but I was told to bring you specifically backstage.” 

It seems like something clicks for Chaeryeong as she lets out a small “ahhh,” in understanding, pushing you towards the security guard as you turn to her with wide eyes, surprised at her actions. 

“Go ahead! The VIP lounge has drinks,” she encourages you, rolling her eyes with every protest and “are you sure?” that leaves your mouth. “Yes I’m sure! Now go!” 

Reluctantly, you leave your friend behind in the VIP lounge, watching her get comfortable at the bar as she asks the bartender for a drink. The backstage area is a lot quieter than you’d thought it would be— it’s practically silent the moment you enter the area, the boys all probably tired and ready to go home after such a performance. But you’re in awe nonetheless, looking from door to door as the security guard finally guides you to the last one— Beomgyu’s dressing room, it seems. 

Knocking on it tentatively, you anxiously wait for Beomgyu to open up as the guard stands behind you; you really hope he wasn't messing with you.

“Hmm? Who is it?” You can hear the grogginess in Beomgyu’s voice as the door barely opens, his head slowly peeking out before it's met with the sight of your sheepish smile. 

“Ah, you can come in,” he gestures to you, suddenly much more awake as he glances back to the security guard, “you’re good to go, thank you.”

You’re restless as the door is shut behind him, and you’re left alone in the small dressing room as you patiently wait for Beomgyu to tell you why he brought you here. 

“___,” you look at him, surprised to find your name slipping from his lips so easily. He’s smiling, suddenly much more energized as he tells you, “we just signed with a record label. We’re set.”

You’re elated, his joy contagious as you take a second to process his words— he laughs, and you can’t help but share his laugh as you run to him, enveloping him into a tight hug that he gladly accepts, the smoky scent of his cologne lingering despite his change of clothes. You don’t know how long you stay like this, but it just feels right as you mutter a “congratulations” into the fabric of his shirt, nuzzling into his neck with a smile stuck on your face.

Pulling away from him, you’re reluctant to leave this small space that the two of you created; you can tell he feels the same, hands lingering at your forearms as he keeps you close, eyes fond as he watches the way your eyes sparkle under the lights of the room. 

“Does this mean you’re quitting your job at the mall?” You joke, cracking a smile that Beomgyu sees past— you don’t think you’re ready to watch him leave just yet. 

“Yes,” he says, honest words leaving him as he tugs you in closer, unable to look away from your glossy lips as he finds himself leaning in closer, his voice much quieter as he says, “but I’ll still visit now and then.” 

It’s not the perfectly romantic and corny line you were expecting, but it’s enough to prompt you to crash your lips with his, the weeks of tension and feelings that had built up between the two of you finally crashing down as you allow yourself to indulge in the feeling of him. He’s quick to kiss you back, the feeling rough and new as his snake bite piercings press against your flesh, a small sigh escaping you as you feel him nip at your lips. 

His arms have encased your waist and pulled you in tight, your body pressed flush against his and your hands splayed across his chest as he practically forces you to lean against him, his fingertips itching to explore your body further.

“Fuck, I couldn’t stand seeing you out there in your cute little skirt,” he groans, slotting a thigh between yours as he runs his fingers along the hem of your skirt, “made me scared someone else would try to make a move on you.”

“No, wore this just for you,” you confess, breathless and whiny as you grind on his thigh, the thin fabric of your panties doing nothing to hide just how aroused you were. He laughs at that, the sound airy and mocking as he guides your hips on his thigh, pushing you down on it more as he takes in the sounds that tumble messily from your lips. 

Placing your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, you yelp at the way he angles your hips, clenching his thigh and bouncing it under you as your sensitive clit rubs and bumps against him messily. You’re practically delirious as you reach a hand down to move your panties aside, the stimulation not enough for you as you finally allow your bare cunt to come in contact with him.

“I can’t believe this,” he groans, watching the way a wet spot slowly begins to form over the place you continue to grind against, “my stupid girl, all fucked up over my thigh? Poor baby won’t be able to take my cock, then.” 

“No, I can take it,” you protest, your mind reeling from the pleasure that Beomgyu gives you— you can feel your stomach tightening with every clench of his thigh, the muscle pressing against you nicely, “Please, I can take it, please…” 

“You really think you can?” He asks, leaning to trail kisses down the column of your neck, “why don’t you come on my thigh, then we’ll see if you really can.” 

You’re nodding desperately for his approval, shirt clenched tightly in your fists as you work yourself up to your high, the feeling of his muscles pressing against you bringing you closer much quicker. With a particularly harsh bounce of his thigh, your mouth falls open, Beomgyu’s grip on your hips ruthless as he forces you down on him, guiding you through it as slowly come down from the blissful feeling. 

“Good girl, following my orders like that,” he mumbles, enjoying the way your shaking hands grip onto him helplessly. Gently, he guides you to the couch, allowing you to fall on it as he slowly begins to undress you, your grabby hands pulling at his shirt until he’s throwing it over his head. 

“Oh god—" he holds back a groan as he takes off your bra, suddenly finding it much harder to contain himself at the cute sight, his hands immediately finding their place on your breasts as he gulps. 

“Baby, I had no idea you pierced these,” he says, pretty fingers playing with the piercings on your nipples as you whine at the stimulation. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you? They’re so pretty…” 

Beomgyu is mesmerized as you lay before him, a needy and panting mess as you let him play with your tits crudely, allowing him to pinch and roll the pierced nipples until they’re hardened. Slowly, he leans down to wrap his mouth around one of them, tongue darting out to lick at them as you gasp, back arching as you realize—

“Fuck, is your tongue pierced?” You gasp, watching the way Beomgyu sits up with a mischievous grin on his face. 

“Looks like we’re all full of surprises here,” he says, trailing kisses down your body before he finally stops at your navel, glancing back up as he says, “I’ve always heard it feels better when you get eaten out by someone with a piercing— wanna test it out?”

You’re ready to say every curse word in existence as Beomgyu dives down without a second thought, warm mouth wrapping around you and the feeling of his tongue— paired by his piercing— sends you into an overstimulated mess, still having yet to recover as you thread your hands into his hair, weakly attempting to pull him away from you before he’s pinning your hips down, his tongue insistent as he flicks it across your clit ruthlessly. 

“Beomgyu…” you whine out, body too sensitive to stay still, yet still begging for more as you thread your fingers tighter into his scalp, tugging harshly— the sting brings out a crude groan from him.

Slowly, you feel his fingers prodding at your entrance, an airy chuckle leaving him as he takes in the way you’re dripping wet for him. Pulling away, he watches as two of his fingers slide in easily, opening up inside you as he slowly begins to stretch them out inside you, biting at his lip at the way you clench around him. 

Leaning back down, he lays his tongue flat on your clit, enjoying the way you shake under him as he sets a brutally slow pace for you. 

“Enjoying yourself?” He taunts, unable to stop himself as his free hand reaches up to play with your nipples, still amazed at the cute piercings that had been hiding from him all along. You’re nodding along, though he’s not entirely sure you processed what he just asked from the way you’re so lost in the pleasure— which Beomgyu is more than happy to deliver more of. His tongue flicking across your clit paired with the quickened pace of his fingers is what sets you off, the stimulation too much for you the moment Beomgyu begins to tug at your nipple piercings teasingly. 

“Beomgyu please,” you plead, using your fingers that were threaded in his hair to pull him up, your lips briefly meeting his as you take in the taste of yourself— his tongue darts into your mouth as you allow him to coat your tongue with your own release, the teasing bites that he leaves you with as he pulls away making you whine stupidly. 

“So fucking pretty,” he mutters under his breath, staring down at your fucked out form as he finally releases himself from his restraints, his cock painfully hard and leaking as he kneels over you, “Wanna make you all mine. Keep you to myself.”

His words are an alluring promise as he slowly pushes into you, leaving kisses and bites all along your collarbones as you do the same to him. You sigh as he bottoms out, hips meeting yours as he takes your hand to place it on your abdomen.

“Do you feel that?” He asks, pressing his hand on top of yours as he slowly pulls out, a broken moan leaving you as you realize that fuck, you can. With every slow thrust you can feel every vein, his hand that remains on top of yours adding onto the pleasure as you feel him through your stomach as well.

“God, you make it so hard for me to hold myself back,” he groans, closing his eyes as you clench tightly around him, the warm feeling of your walls wrapping around him pushes him to his limits, the sounds that leave your lips only adding on to the mess.

“Don’t,” you breathe out, eyes dazed as they meet Beomgyu’s, “Don’t hold back— please.”

With one final look in your eyes, Beomgyu shakes his head, leaning down to plant a kiss to your lips before he’s taking your leg, bringing it up to press against your chest as it allows him to fuck you in a deeper angle. His pace is ruthless as he gives in to your request, the combination of his length and the stretch of his cock leaving your mind empty in a matter of seconds. 

“Fuck, be quiet baby,” he grits out, slapping a hand over your mouth in panic as you let out a particularly loud moan, the reminder of his other bandmates being nearby bringing about a rush of adrenaline— he didn’t want anyone else to hear the sounds you made. 

Your muffled whimpers and whines still managed to leak through Beomgyu’s hand, your body getting pressed down into the couch with the force that Beomgyu fucks you with. Your hands scrambled to find someplace to steady yourself on, quickly finding purchase on Beomgyu’s shoulders, your nails raking down his back accidentally as his cock pressed against a sensitive spot— you were only egged on by the surprised moan he let out by that. 

“God, you feel so…” he hisses as your nails dig into his skin, the stinging feeling making him pry your hands away from him as he pins them down, your fingers lacing with his immediately as he uses this to fuck into you harder. His lips crash against yours the moment you begin to get too loud again, and you accept the distraction gratefully as you relish in the feeling of his piercings against your skin. 

This new angle allowed for his hips to crash against your clit, the rough hits making you closer to your end as you clenched tightly around him, the feeling enough of a warning for Beomgyu as he continued to fuck you ruthlessly. Your nails dig into his hands as he begins to hit your sensitive spot repeatedly, your high crashing down on you unexpectedly as you clamp down on Beomgyu’s cock. 

He helps you ride through it, slowing his pace into nothing but a grind as he presses his hips against yours, placing relentless kisses on your lips as soft praise leaves him, the words not quite reaching you as you come down from your high. 

“Gyu,” you whimper, and Beomgyu thinks he might just come then and there, “keep going.” 

“More?” He asks, incredulous at your request, “fuck, you still want more?”

Nodding, you squeeze his hands as you innocently say, “want you to finish inside me.” 

God, you have no idea what you do to him. Your words hit him like a freight train as he feels his cock twitch inside you, shaking his head in disbelief at your request— how could you say something like that so sweetly? It’s like you were doing it on purpose. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up until you can only think of me,” he says, his words drawing out a whimper from you as he begins to move once more, no longer hesitant as he watches the way your face contorts from the pleasure and over stimulation. Your words are all he can think of as he watches you try your best to be quiet, biting at your lips and failing as he presses his cock deep inside you, every drag and thrust he delivers making your eyes roll back in bliss. 

You might even be drooling at this point— but you don’t really care, at least not with the way Beomgyu is fucking you so nicely. You can feel his pace stutter as he lets out soft moans, hands untangling from yours as he sits up, placing his hands on your hips and angling them up as he uses you to his liking, the new angle making you slap your hands over your mouth— you’re sure something humiliating would have left your mouth if you hadn’t done so. 

His fingertips dig into the soft flesh of your hips as his brows furrow, concentrated on chasing pleasure as his eyes flit back to you— to your watery eyes, your hands clasped over your mouth panic despite the sounds that leak through, and your breasts that bounce back and forth with each thrust. 

He can tell that a new orgasm is beginning to build in you, and he’s determined to make the coil snap as he reaches a hand down to rub at your clit, leaning over to whisper nothing but the filthiest things imaginable, a grin overtaking his face as he feels the way you’re quick to catch up to him, your trembling figure telling him all he needs to know.

“Come on darling, don’t you want me to fill you up? You’d look so pretty with my cum dripping between your thighs, I’ll make sure everyone will know you’re mine. Go ahead, come on my cock.” He’s rambling at this point, but it’s enough to set you off as you cum on him once more, the pathetic whine of his name enough to set him off as he follows close behind you, his thrusts sloppy and rough before he stills, filling you to the brim as your hands find themselves running down his back once more, the sting of pain mixing into his pleasure as his head drops onto your neck, the heavy feeling of his breaths against your neck the only thing that grounds you from your high. 

He’s careful as he maneuvers the two of you to lay down, having yet to pull out of you as the slow trickle of his cum escaping from you makes you shiver. Wrapping his arms tightly around you, he pulls you in for another slow kiss, unable to stop the smile that spreads across his lips, the two of you turning into a giddy mess in each other’s arms.

“I was waiting for the day I could kiss you like this,” he mumbles against your lips, the confession making you push against his chest in embarrassment, allowing him to pull you back in with a laugh. The two of you stay like that for a moment longer, and you actually think you could fall asleep like this—

“Oh my god, Chaeryeong!”

At the call of your friend’s name, Beomgyu groans, throwing an arm over his eyes as he asks, “she’s still here?”

“Yes!” You can tell that Beomgyu doesn’t understand why you’re panicking, but you feel absolutely terrible that you made her wait outside in the lobby while you— you…

“Gyu, I gotta go,” you whine, trying to pry yourself from his grip as you look around his dressing room, spotting a rag and a spray bottle filled with water that you could use to clean yourself up. “I have the day off tomorrow, just come over then.” 

“Can I? You promise?” Is all he says, unable to let you go as you try to rush to clean up. Turning back to him, you adjust your shirt, laughing at the way he seems to be eager for your response. 

“Promise,” you say, leaning down to give him a final goodbye kiss; it’s enticing when he tries to lure you in with more, but you know better as you collect your things, bidding him a final goodbye as you exit his room, allowing yourself to be escorted by security guards as you do the walk of shame. (Shame was actually not enough to describe what you felt— what you felt was much deeper, the realization that everyone probably heard you leaving you unable to look up from the floor.)

Yet even as you’re reuniting with Chaeryeong with a sheepish smile, you can’t help but feel the way your heart flutters at the feeling of your phone being flooded with messages.

Gyu:

Send me ur address pls

Would it be weird if I just come over rn

Say no so I can come over

You shook your head as you read through the messages, not noticing the way Chaeryeong peeked over teasingly.

“See, I told you— you were playing the long game.”

Yet this time, you couldn’t really deny her— because maybe you really were all along.  

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[wlntrsldler]

thinking non-canon luke thoughts because i just remembered the story of orpheus and eurydice and i had to take a breather

im thinking about how when luke was starting to have doubts about kronos’ plan; when he was slowly realizing that what the titan was planning was not going to fix everything the way he thought it would, kronos could feel luke slipping away.

im thinking about how it probably wouldn’t have been too late for luke to turn back and return to his friends, his family, and beg for their forgiveness, had he just not shown kronos his weakness, his achilles heel; but he did.

it was in a dream, it started out comforting, like it always did. luke was cleaning up after some of the younger campers in the hermes cabin. no matter how many times he told them to not leave their things on the floor and to throw away their snack wrappers, they wouldn’t listen. luke didn’t know why he wasted his breath reminding his siblings.

you were leaning against the door frame, a mischievous smile on your lips. “what’s up, cinderella?”

luke, startled, dropped the pile of dirty laundry he was holding. when he realized it was you, he rolled his eyes playfully, shaking his head, “i told you to stop calling me that.”

when you first called him cinderella, he was a little confused. the disney princesses all blurred into one entity in his mind. was she the one who ate the poisoned apple? the one who pricked her finger on the needle? there’s no way she was the mermaid, right?

when you returned the following summer, you managed to smuggle in a dvd of cinderella and one of those portable dvd players. the two of you watched it in secret while the rest of the campers were away at the bonfire.

at first, luke scoffed at the comparison, “how am i cinderella?”

“you always clean up after your siblings, silly,” you laughed.

he was still a little hurt by it, especially since he harbored a massive crush on you. why couldn’t you see him as a rugged prince or something? he thought maybe wishing that you saw him as a knight would be too cliche; but he accepted the kind-hearted pet name because it made you laugh. it was luke’s favorite sound.

the scene in his dream changed quickly after that. your mischievous smile turned into something more sinister as the darkness from outside trickled into the cabin. the pile of clothes he dropped on the floor disappeared and the floor began to crack, as if trying to swallow him whole. then the voice came.

luke knew that kronos knew about you then; how luke felt about you, how if there was anything that could stop him from joining, it would be you.

as the days went on, the pull to return back to camp was getting stronger. luke wanted to see you. he needed to see you. so he did.

behind the trees of your cabin, he stood there, watching you talk to your siblings. if he concentrated hard enough, his mind could replay the sound of your laughter. he was too far to actually hear it then, but he thought of it. he imagined it.

he even let out a silent chuckle when he thought about how badly you would tease him for spying on you like this; in another life, you’d catch him and joke about how he couldn’t get enough of you. in another life, maybe, he’d hear your laugh again. maybe he’d be the reason for it.

when kronos learned of luke’s escapade, the titan grew angry. the nightmares felt more personal after that. kronos seemed to know all of luke’s weak spots and threatened to act on them if luke disobeyed again.

there was one night that was particularly difficult. the titan was growing stronger and it was the first time luke couldn’t fight him off, the first time he felt himself losing control over his own body, his own mind. luke tried to wake up from his slumber, but it was no use.

kronos dangled a promise in front of him; a promise that if luke continued with the plan, a promise that if luke didn’t look back, kronos would leave you alone, that you’d survive. luke agreed to it. luke would do anything to save you.

but the pull was still there. kronos was right. luke wanted to leave, this he was sure of now, and the night he saw you just made it more difficult to follow through with the plan. he missed you.

in the final battle, luke was too weak to continue fighting. there was so much blood on his hands that he lost track of who he had hurt. he was tired. as he was about to succumb to his fate, he heard it.

“cinderella,” you called out. “hermes cabin is a mess. they need you back.”

luke was distracted by you. only you would be making jokes at a time like this. luke sent you a crooked smile and he received that mischievous smile of yours right back. he thought that it might morph into something evil, like it was one of his dreams, but it didn’t; it turned into something worse.

there was blood spilling out of your mouth. you froze in your spot before falling to your death.

“you looked back.” that voice.

he found enough strength then to do one last thing; with a rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins, luke stabbed himself in his mortal spot.

[coolpeopleonlyexist]

I think i know you.

Emily Davis x Jessica Riley!Tattoo artist

A lil bit of smut lol

Emily sat on the tattoo chair sighing as the pain of the needle sunk into her thigh "God fucking-" emily bites down on her lip looking to the artist to strike up a small conversation to distract her.

Its only been up to 10 minutes though it felt like an eternity "Is it always this- gah!- painful?" emily lets out a grunt as she looks down to the blonde woman working on her thigh, she has never even looked up to emily even once nor rose her head whenever a coworker said something. She just hummed and went back to work so emily just chalked it up to her being very deticated to her work. Though she was definitely sure she recognized the top of the womans head odd place to recognize.

Emily was getting bored, her phone died on the way to the tattoo shop and she didn’t have anybody so might as well make small talk with a random stranger "Ever had somebody so whiney? maybe even worse?" the girl nods but nothing comes out of her mouth.

Emily lets out a frustrated sigh "Hello? Im speaking to you." the girl doesn’t respond, emily stares down at the top of the girls head "Hey, i don’t wanna sound like a creep but..i think i know you." emily sees the girl freeze, pulling away "No, you don’t." emily stares at her with her mouth agape as that was the first time she spoke to her, this entire session!

Emily glares at her "So this is the first time you talk to me, huh." the girl doesn't respond making her ball up her fists in annoyance, shes pretty sure she heard the girl snicker but clear up her throat when emilys hand twitches "Sorry." the girl whispers.

Emily looks down at her head again, blonde hair with dark roots. She definitely knew this woman from somewhere but where?

Emily catches her face as soon as she got up and when the girl realizes her mistake she turns quickly to the counter. Emily stares at the woman as she gets up to pay her.

Emily sighs "Its unprofessional to not make eye contact with customers." emily says as she grabs her wallet to hand her the money, and finally the girl looks up at her.

And thats when it hit her, it was that girl.

....

Emily moaned holding onto the blonde womens head that was inbetween her thighs, the girl groaned as emily tugged on her hair to bring her closer "Faster- plea- Oh fuck." emily threw her head back "God- Your so fucking- GOOD!-at this." emily whined as the girl pulled back to look up at her "The best, right?" emily nodded "Yeah, yup whatever just- Finish." emily whimpered when the blonde swiped her tongue on her clit "Stop teasing mee- Jess." emily bit down hard onto her bottom lip.

"Oh fuck- im close i-im close." jess pulled away again "Fuck- i hate edging." emily whined as she dug her nails into jess's hair. "Just a bit longer gorgeous." emily sighed as jess came back up to plant kisses on the brunettes neck "Just a bit longer, i wanna keep this in my memory." emily looked at her with blurry eyes trying to stop the tears from coming out so her mascara doesn’t smudge.

"Fuck you." jess smirks as she kissed the corner of her mouth and then went back down "We are gonna get caught if you keep this going." Jess laughed making emily shiver "Let them watch, babe." emily let out a moan at that.

...

"Oh, its you again." emily smirks at the woman but she still didn’t look up "The jig is up, i already recognize you sweetie." emily chuckles as the woman looks up at her with her cheeks a very red "What was your name again?" emily looks around in her memory "Hm, was it jasmine, jessie, jennifer?" the girl shakes her head "Jessica." emily rolls her eyes "close enough." jessica sighs "Just pay-" emily takes out a pen and a piece of paper, writing on it.

"Here, both for you. Jess." emily winks at her "Text me, i'd love to see you again." jessicas face begins to burn as she watches emily sway away "Jesus, shes so fine." jess licks her lips looking down at the piece of paper.

"901-631-548** Call me.♡

-Emily"

Jess giggles as she places the piece of paper into her pocket "Yup, definitely gonna call her."

[dylanmunson]

baby parker - part nine

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this story also has its own book on wattpad now!

an: baby parkers first birthday part two! so picture on the left is parkers zoo outfit and the one on the right is her birthday party outfit. also i saw this pic (the centre middle one) on google and i couldnt help myself.

Looking down at the test as i sit on the closed toilet seat, i sigh waiting for the 5 mins to be up. "hey sweetheart you alright?" eddie says knocking on the door, "mhmm" i say "bub?" "yeah yeah im fine eds, just two seconds" i say.

The + sigh looking back at me.

I open the door not expecting eddie to be on the other side, "baby wha--, whats that box?" he says, im looking down, with the test hanging by my side "whats what?" i mumble, he moves past me and goes into the bathroom, "this" he says, holding the test box. "hun?" he says walking up to me, "baby look at me" he mumbles cupping my face.

I bite my bottom lip and try look away, "hey no no look at me" he says i close my eyes trying to blink back the tears, he sighs softly pulling me into his chest "was it negative? i mean we could totally try if you wanted" he chuckles, i shake my head moving away and showing him the test.

"m'sorry eds" i mumble, wiping my eyes. "dadada" he kisses my forehead before walking out and grabbing parker who's playing in the living area, he pops her on his side and walks back to me pulling me into his chest. "so parkers gonna be a big sister huh" he grins, "your not mad?" i sniff, he shakes his head "course not hun, why did you think id be mad?" he chuckles. i shrug my shoulders taking a deep breath.

"its not exactly what you want in a new relationship is it?" i shrug wiping my eyes, "like you've already taken on parker but" "shhh" he chuckles kissing my forehead again, parker giggling and trying to copy. "our little family" he grins, "really not mad" he shakes his head "course not" he chuckles, "at this rate we could so have our own little family band" he grins, i laugh shaking my head "alright slow down big boy" i smile at the man.

"why dont i go get parker ready, you ring the doctors to sort out an appointment then go shower and we'll head out yeah" he smiles, i nod "i love you eddie" i smile kissing his lips softly "and i love you" he grins kissing me back "and you princess" he grins kissing all over parkers face "dada" she laughs.

deciding to leave after lunch time, as the sick feeling kept coming back, parker is having her nap while we drive to the zoo. "eds?" i mumble, hands on my tummy. "yes sweet heart" he grins looking over at me, before his eyes go back to the road. "nevermind" i shake my head sighing, "whats on your mind pretty girl?" he smiles, "your coming to the doctors appointment with me right?" he nods "course i am" he chuckles "ok good... good" i nod, "sweetheart" he says, pulling over to the side of the road.

"ed what you doing?" he smiles, putting the car into park and giving me his full attention. "i know your whole pregnancy with parker wasnt easy and you had to do it all alone" he starts, i nod "but im here, im not going anywhere, i'll be at every appointment even if its just for silly little blood tests" he grins, i nod "hated the needles" i mumble, he grins taking my hands into his, kissing the back of them. "well then i'll be there holding your hand and distracting you kay?" i nod "we'll get steve or dustin to watch parker when we go, i'll even pick up some extra hours at the shop" he smiles, "what if you dont like me anymore when im all big and bloated and pregnant?" i mumble looking down.

he smirks, before laughing. the arsehole is laughing at me. "baby, sweet girl" he says smiling "i could never not like you" he grins "your prefect the way you are, regardless kay?" i bite my bottom lip trying not to cry for a second time today. "right now are we ready to get to the zoo and enjoy our little family day out?" he smiles, i nod giving him a quick kiss before he starts driving again.

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Arriving at the zoo, Parkers in her pushchair as we walk around to see all the animals, first is the monkeys "dada ooooo" she grins up at eddie, "uuh" she sighs pulling on her strap "awh does parker wanna get out?" she looks at eddie and nods "owwwtt dada" she sighs, eddie looks at me before getting the girl out and putting her on his hip.

"dada oook" she grins, pointing at the monkeys, "what do monkeys do bub?" he grins "oooo oo" she grins, looking at me, "hey baby" i smile and wave at the little girl. "iii" she giggles waving to me, we move on to the elephants where parker audibly gasps, eddie grins at the girl, as she hides in his chest as they make their sound. "Awh did that scare you baby?" he smiles rubbing her back, she pouts and covers her ears. "Oh poor baby" he chuckles "can parker make that sound?" he grins blowing a raspberry on her cheek, which of course gets her giggling. "dada" she grins, trying to copy the action.

Next is the lions, eddie has parker stood against the glass, with him behind her so she doesnt fall. Shes getting quite confident at standing alone, but isnt quite there with the letting go yet. "can baby go roarr" i grin, bending down to her level. "oooorrrr" she grins, trying to pull a scary face, "roar" i grin, she giggles, "oooorrrr dada" she says turning to look at eddie, trying to make the sound and scare him?

"oh baby you scared me" he grins, putting his hand on his chest, parkers face falls a little "dada" she pouts "oh no baby im fine see" he smiles, "daddys fine baby, hes just pretending see" i smile, parker looks at the man confused before her attention is back on the lions in front of us.

"does parker wanna see the farm animals" eddie grins, parker now being on his shoulders, the 1 year old not wanting to return back to her push chair. "oooooo" she giggles, as we walk over to the small farm area.

"look baby a cow" i grin "oooooo" she grins looking at the animal. "eeeeowwww" she says patting eddies head, "theres no cats here baby" he chuckles "can you go oink oink" he grins "oi oi" she says, "nearly bubba" he chuckles moving her down so shes on his hip again. "parker look sheeep!!" i smile, "baaa" she grins, clapping her hands, "dada ooook baaaabaaaa" she grins, trying to show eddie the sheep, "you alright sweetheart?" he says looking in my direction, i nod "just a wave of sickness, im fine, im good" i smile.

He nods biting his lip "ah sheep parker" he grins, kissing the side of my head.

After a little bit more walking parker has fallen asleep in eddies arms, "can we stop at the gift shop?" i smile "course we can" he chuckles "i just wanted to get her a teddy yano" i shrug, looking at all the stuffed animals deciding on what one to get the little girl. "What one eds?" i smile, "mhm?" he smiles looking at something else. "Oh lion 100%" he grins, i smile and nod "she really did like the lions to be fair" i smile, picking it up "whatcha looking at" i smile.

He picks up a small elephant muzzie type toy, but its got a small head,arms and legs, "its so soft" he chuckles, nodding "think she'd like the lion one though" i smile, he nods "i was actually thinking for the other little one" he smiles, going a little red, biting his lip. I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out "i know we only found out this morning but" he shrugs "ed" i say, "dont its silly i know" he shakes his head, "no no hun its not" i smile, "if your getting little one that then we sound get them a little baby grow as well" i smile picking up a new born sized baby grow, before putting it back and picking up a size 3-6months. 

the muzzie. 

The baby grow as little elephants on it to match the muzzie, i smile at eddie as we go to pay before heading to the car to drive back home. 

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Its now the weekend and we're getting ready for parkers small birthday party at steves house, he had rented a bouncy house for her, it was really an excuse for everyone to be a big kid for the day, lets be honest. 

Everyone took it in turns watching over parker and playing with her in the bouncy house, as she bounced and giggled the day away. The younger boys had all chipped in and brought her a toy car, which she loved! Dustin sat her in it and began pushing her around the garden, she thought it was the best thing ever. 

Watching my little girl play and giggle with everyone made me feel so happy, this time last year i was in the hospital alone having just given birth to the little girl, now i'm sat in the garden with my loving boyfriend with number two on the way and all our friends. 

"hey y/n phones for you!" Nancy smiles, i nod getting up and going to the phone. "hello?" "hi sweetheart" Wayne says "hey is everything ok?" "everythings fine, just the hospital rang?" "right?" "said to give them a call? is everything ok?" "yeah everythings fine wayne thankyou, i'll give them a call now!" "alright sweetheart, you know where i am if you need me!" "thankyou wayne" not thinking much of wayne getting a phone call, but realised eddie mustve put down his old home phone number when writing down all our details. 

After hanging up i ring the doctors them confirming i am indeed pregnant, offering an ultascan tomorrow, for a follow up appointment in a months time depending on how far along i am. I agree before going back and sitting with eddie. "Everything ok sweet?" i nod "your off tomorrow right?" "nope, got work in the afternoon why?" i nod "ive got a scan" i smile "what time? i'll call and say" "its in the morning dont worry" i chuckle "your not gonna miss it dont worry" i smile kissing him "wouldnt miss it even if i was working" he chuckles kissing me back. 

"love you eddie" he grins kissing me again "and i love you sweetheart" 

[amalia-uwu]

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I DONT OWN -> Undertale, Horrortale, Farmtale, the rights go to the respective owners. I only own my original characters and this fic.

Undertale by Toby Fox

Horrortale by Sour Apple Studios

Farmtale by GuinongTale_AU

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Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 |Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 (you are here)

Chapter 8

Warnings ⚠️: angst, unrealistic medical stuff, inaccurate medical stuff, injections, blood & magic filtration (let me know what else),

Note (sorry forgot to add): So, the Skólix's bite /sting is like bees. I mean after they sting the victim the Skólix turns into dust.

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Papyrus carried Sans in his arms and waited outside the room. Axe was close by.

Sans's was slack in his embrace. He rested his head on Papyrus's shoulder.

Papyrus whispered soft comforting words.

Ophelia, Lilian and Hermione had finished preparing the equipment for the marrow dialysis.

It was a huge machine with many cables. Papyrus slightly panicked.

Sans was shivering in Papyrus's embrace.

Papyrus whispered comforting words "It's okay, it's gonna be over soon! We are here! Try to breathe ssshhhh".

The room couldn't fit many people. Ophelia came out rolling a stretcher "Papyrus lay him here". Papyrus gently laid him down.

Sans took a hold of his clothes for dear life.

"I'll be right here! I promise...".  Hesitantly, Sans let go.

Ophelia gently pulled the stretcher into the room. Lilian and Hermione began removing his clothes. They started hooking up the cables.

They covered his hip in order to give him a little bit of privacy.

They added a cool gel all over his sternum and then used an ultrasound to hear his soul beat.

Needless to say, Sans began panicking. His soul was beating like crazy. *BA DUM! BA DUM! BA DUM! *

His breathing was frantic.

Sans had many cables and needles injected all over his bones and soul.

The doctors looked at him sympathetically. It was for his own good...

Ophelia walked outside and informed "I can allow only one person in".

Papyrus looked at Axe "Im a little too tall for this specific room.. Maybe you should go in.. I'll wait outside". Axe nodded.

(Note : the room was quite wide but around Axe's height.)

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Ophelia gave him a robe as well and gloves.

Ophelia thought for a second "Paps? May I burrow your scarf? He can't see very well but, I believe your scent will calm him down".

Papyrus removed his floral scarf and gave it to her without a second thought.

It was a beautiful scarf; Peach in color with sunflowers on it.

Ophelia carefully placed one side of the scarf over the left side of Sans's face.

Ophelia pressed a button. The machine activated and the Marrow dialysis began.

Axe gently leaned close to Sans's face, "Heya; sorry.. Papyrus couldn't come in. He was afraid because he is a little too tall; But, he is outside"

Sans grinned and weakly turned his head. Papyrus waved at them "He is waving" Axe informed.

Sans gave a woozy smile. He couldn't move a bone. His bones ached but with Axe and Papyrus by his side, he endured it patiently.

"It's okay, sssshhh, you will be good as new, Lily says hi! [one of his cows ], Pearl also says hi [Lamb].

You have a lot of treats to give them buddy. They are waiting for you. All of them (all his animals)" Sans kept smiling softly.

Hearing Axe's voice and sniffing his brother's scent calmed him down.

Axe understood it. Saejun's soul beat was calmer than before. Being hooked in so many cables sure is uncomfortable.

When Axe didn't know what to say he would just caress Sans's face.

He watched as his marrow and magic were filtered.

It left from the right tube. He could see that it was slightly rotten and filthy.

It returned all clean from the left tube.

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Sans closed his eyes tightly as pain hit him again.

"Try to breathe". Axe looked at him sympathetically.

Sans squirmed and murmured in discomfort. He looked at Axe and his eyes spoke a thousand words.

"I know... it will be over soon! We'll give you many hugs! We are going to cook together. Papyrus said he will cook a nice meal for us! We will even drink coffee with Martha! We will go over the cliff and see the view, I'll help you make pies, we will do many things! For the rainbow to appear, there must be a storm.. Right?".

Sans closed his eyes slowly nodding.

Axe caressed his face. Sans's eyes teared up. Axe felt the tears on his phalanges. He kept whispering soft comforting words.

He wanted to use his magic to calm him down. However, he was afraid that it might be too much or that he will do more harm than good.

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It took 2 agonizing hours. Axe's bones began complaining but for Sans's sake he endured it patiently.

Papyrus hadn't moved an inch. He was glued to the window.

The machine stopped. Sans opened his eyes. Trails of tears were visible.

Axe whispered tenderly "You did it Saejun".

Ophelia walked in, she gently touched his forehead.

"It's okay! ..it's over now Farmy, we are going to take you to the room to rest. Tomorrow we will run some tests. You did amazing!".

Sans closed his eyes and exhaled softly at her soft paws.

"Axe could you please come behind me, I need to do a check up with this device".

Axe nodded. "I'm here Sans" he whispered. He walked behind Ophelia and watched as she activated the device.

She passed the device above his body. There was a soft green light that scanned his entire body.

The machine began analyzing. Statistics appeared on screen and

[... LOADING PLEASE WAIT... ]

After a few minutes the device showed the results.

«Clean»

They sighed in relief.

She looked outside the window, Papyrus was still standing there; mouth in a tight line.

He was watching with anticipation.

Ophelia nodded and showed the device's reading.

Papyrus sighed in relief. She used the device again for safety reasons. Same results.

«Clean».

Axe walked outside.

They slowly began removing the cables. His bones were cold and softly rattling.

Ophelia dressed him in a hospital gown. She added a bedsheet above him and rolled the stretcher back to the room.

Papyrus and Axe followed. Ophelia motioned them to come in.

"Papyrus, Axe you can hug him, they say that hugs are the best medicine".

Papyrus leaned above Sans.

Sans smiled. Papyrus carefully lifted him. Sans was like a rag doll.

Sans didn't have the energy to move but, he buried his face on Papyrus's collarbone.

He let out a soft content sigh.

He tried to speak. This time he managed to make a low raspy sound.

"It's okay brother! You did amazing" Don't force yourself to speak!"

Everyone sighed with relief. Hermione, Lilian and Agatha hugged each other!

It worked...

Axe was standing behind Papyrus. He gently caressed Sans's face.

Sans leaned at the touch and twitched his phalanges weakly.

Axe took them in his and smiled genuinely. Farmy grinned weakly. Sans leaned his head on Papyrus's shoulder.

Papyrus looked at Axe. "Would you like to give him a hug as well?". Axe nodded.

Papyrus gently stretched his hands and Axe took Sans in his embrace.

Axe wrapped his bones around him. Sans's cheekbone was on Axe's collarbone. Sans smiled.

"You did amazing, you are tough cookie, I love you!".

Sans grinned and Axe gently kissed his forehead.

Ophelia held an injection in her hands. She looked at Papyrus and Axe. They nodded.

Axe whispered "I love you my little kiwi". Sans grinned weakly.

Ophelia injected a sleeping medicine in his IV.

Sans was fighting sleep. Papyrus was holding his phalanges. They twitched a little.

"Sleep brother! I don't mind, you will make up for it later, when your health would be better". 

Sans smiled and his body relaxed in Axe's arms. His forehead gently fall on Axe's shoulder.

Papyrus gave him a gentle squeeze and laid him down.

Axe felt Sans's grip loosen.

"I want to use a really strong healing medicine; a few of the symptoms are discomfort, burning sensation, stinging pain etc.

But, combined with the sleeping medicine, it will spare him the pain. It will feel like he is laying in silk and flowers". (He suffered enough.)

Papyrus smiled "Thank you Ophelia!"

Ophelia smiled and injected the strong healing magic in the IV.

Agatha added a breathing mask over his teeth and nasal cavity. She set up the right dose.

Agatha also brought a heating blanket. He lost a lot of magic; as a result his bones were cold and couldn't form much warmth.

She brought it (blanket) up to his sternum.

Ophelia turned her attention to them.

"Papyrus, Axe, you go rest"

Papyrus and Axe were hesitant. "It's okay now, he will heal".

"Take some rest as well Ophelia". She smiled "I will! See you in the morning".

They smiled.

Axe took a hold of Papyrus and teleported in the apartment.

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They took a shower and ate something.

As they were eating, they looked outside the window.

It was literally 3 o clock in the morning.

The darkness of the night like a veil over the town.

The moon was crescent 🌙. Some stars decorated the sky. Small white lights in an endless void. He watched the beautiful colors of milky-way splashed in the sky.

As he was watching the stars, he felt a kind of hope.

Even at night where there is darkness; there is the moon and stars that offer light and warmth.

Even in the darkest moments... Darkest hours.. There is light.

There is hope. You may not see it sometimes but, its there.

Papyrus and Axe looked at each other. Axe gently patted his shoulder. He gave him a hopeful smile and expression.

Papyrus hugged him. Axe hugged him back and gently patted his shoulder. "It's okay Pap, let's go to sleep yes?" Papyrus smiled and nodded.

They went to the bed.

As soon as their skulls touched the pillow, they fall asleep.

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(Back to Ophelia)

Ophelia checked up on Sans one last time. Papyrus had left his scarf and Axe had left his shirt.

She gently wrapped the scarf around his neck and left the shirt close to him.

She added an ointment on his face where the scratches were. She touched his shoulder and sighed.

She went to rest as well for tomorrow.

...

Ophelia went home and took a much needed bath. She put her kawaii vegetables pyjamas and sat down at the table to eat some rice with carrots and vegetables.

She made herself some tea and sat down at her armchair.

A couple of tears ran down her blue and green eyes. It was a long day... She almost lost him..

She wept for some minutes, the tension of the day sinking in.

She remembered that he will make a good recovery. That thought brought a smile on her face.

She finished her tea. She got up, checked her house and went to her bedroom.

She laid down and closed her eyes.

Everything will be okay!

💙💚❤️🧡

END OF CHAPTER 7

Chapter 6 | Chapter 8

[babithyn]

November 11th, 2023

tw~ ed, mental health, drgs, sa

Hi again everyone. I had my baby and she’s the most precious thing in my life and i love her so much.

But the labor and delivery might be the most traumatic experience in my 22years of life. Almost as traumatic as my SA experience.

I passed my due date and got scheduled for an induction. I went in for my induction a little anxious but i was mentally prepared for a lot of pain. But apparently i didn’t mentally prepare myself enough.

The pain was bad… i mean really bad… I got a cook catheter to open up my cervix which was very uncomfortable at first and just got worse. The gave me dilauded for the pain. which helped but i was trying not to use it to much. But once they gave me the pitocin the pain got so bad that i had to ask for it. and then at one point the dilauded just wasnt helping. I broke down and asked for an epidural.

I was trying to hold of on it till i was at least 6cm dilated but i had been at 3cm for over 24hours at that point and in pre labor for almost 48hours. I honestly couldnt take much more pain.

but of course another problem arose. I had to wait for my epidural. My IV in my hand had blown and i wasn’t getting any fluids or even the pitocin. Meaning they had to put in a new one. But again another problem.

They anesthesiologist couldnt get the needle in my vein. He tried six times. blowing each vein as he tried. They ended up having a medic come in with an ultrasound machine to give me an iv in my inner bicep. and even then i still had to weight at least 20min to get more iv fluids in me. But i thankfully got the epidural eventually.

The epidural was a life savor. I was numb from the waist down i couldnt move left leg at all. But then another problem arose.

My daughters heart rate kept dropping. They would move me from side to side to see if it would help but in the end i ended up having an unplanned csection.

That… that was terrifying. i was doing my beat to keep myself together but i was so scared.

My boyfriend had gone home real quick to take a shower and i had to call him and have him rush back to be here for our daughters birth.

When i was wheeled in to the operating room, i was trying not to hyperventilate. I was panicking. everything was going wrong. Everything was the opposite of how i wanted things. I didnt want to be cut open. i didnt want to be in labor for 48hours. at this point i just wanted to go to sleep and not wake up.

When they started i could feel the tugging. i couldnt feel the “pain” but i could feel them tugging on my other organs. I could feel my lungs being pulled it felt like i had a stack of bricks on my chest. I got dizzy and nauseous. I wanted all of this to end.

Im thankful for my boyfriend. he had been extremely encouraging and doing his best to comfort me. but i felt so out of place. he doesnt talk to me like that he doesn’t say sweet things to me. it made me even more terrified. But in the end i am thankful he was with me but fuck i was so scared.

When i finally saw my daughter through the window… it didnt feel real. I felt numb and exhausted. yet scared and depressed. I felt so much yet nothing at all.

My boyfriend got to hold her first and hearing him talk to her didnt feel real. nothing about this felt real.

My boyfriend took pictures of her and then the nurse brought her over to me. I couldnt even hold her. my right arm was strapped down and i could barely move my left. Even when i look back at the pictures my bf took of me and our daughter I dont think happy thoughts. All i can think of is the pain and fear and exhaustion i felt in that moment.

When i got back to my room They took the epidural out. and everything started to get a little better. my mom was there with her bf i had my boyfriend with me.

Then we got moved to a different room. My mom and her bf left and we spent some time with our daughter. I was given my everyday medicine. and tried to sleep. Now one of my meds is a sleeping medication also known as ambien. At this point i havent slept in almost 3 days. Im exhausted but i cant sleep. so i took another one of my ambien to help me fall asleep. Its something I always do and something my dr.s are aware of.

The next day however theambien fid something weird to me. I was out of it. I was loopy slurring my words and just straight up high. It was bad. I had never had a reaction like that. The nurses were concerned my boyfriend was concerned. it was a shitshow. I have gaps in my memory i remember them taking my daughter from me and me being confused as to why. I was lucid most of the time i remember and i even remember telling them I can think clearly its just my body wont listen to me.

Then when the ambien finally wore off a case worker came in to talk to me. I was upset and im sure it showed. She was asking me all these questions about if i do drugs if i do this or that. I explained to her that ive taken 20mg of ambien before and have never had a reaction like this and that my dr.s are aware that i have to take 20mg sometimes or i just wont sleep.

On top of all of that i was in so much pain. i was having postpartum contractions, my incision from the C-section burned and ached, i could feel all of my organs moving, and everytime i had to get up to go to the bathroom felt like i was going to die. It was awful.

It got to the point where all i wanted to do was cry and just sleep and not wake up. But i couldnt do either. My daughter was now cluster feeding and up all night. And my bf was in the room I just hated all of it.

I apologized to all my nurses for how i acted and they understood and explained that it couldve just been a hormone drop that caused my body to react that way. Still i felt extremely bad but they all vouched for me to get discharged. Even the midwife and baby dr. vouched that we were good to go.

Even tho i was in so much pain and new i physically probably shouldve stayed as long as mu daughter was okay to leave i was going to leave. i didnt want to be there any longer. I felt like an outcast like i was a horrible mom. I just wanted the comfort of my own home.

Now im back home and im in so much agony. mentally and physically. I cried almost all night last night and the night before. I couldnt stop myself.

My bf would ask wats wrong and i dint want to tell him in fear of him getting angry at me. I was trying my best to hide the fact that i was even crying. I just told him that im just worn out and tired. Which isn’t exactly a lie cuz i was but on top of that i was in pain and i had finally looked at myself in the mirror…

Im so fat. I still look pregnant and my stomach hangs. I cant even see my c-section incision. i have never looked worse in my life. I am so ugly and fat I cant wear any of my pants. I cant wear my underwear. Things that were baggy on me dont fit. Im so disgusted with myself.

At this point i dont know how im going to be able to look at myself even if i lose all this weight. I already have loose skin thanks to being pregnant and now im going to have even more when i loose all this weight. im honestly contemplating a gastric sleeve if my insurance covers it. because im more than positive i qualify for it. But then again i dont know. all i know is i hate looking in the mirror i hate touching my atomach i hate everything about myself.

Another thing i havent been able to breast feed. And because of that my breasts have turned into rocks and the hurt and they’re hot to the touch. they leak so bad that my maternity bra is drenched.

I also have been doing way to much. but i feel like if i tell my boyfriend i cant be standing up and down and bending over and lifting so many heavy things he’ll just get mad at me.

Maybe i should be thankful that he’s even helping me. I mean he did let me sleep a good amount of the day today.

but we also had a dr.s appt for our daughter and we hadnt gotten much sleep and i thought i had grabbed her paperwork but i didnt grab the right one and he got mad that he had to go out to the car to get it for me. we also had problems with the carseat and he blamed me for getting a difficult one. idk i keep fucking up idk what to do.

Its now almost 6am and we have to meet up with his family later today. Im just glad he let me sleep for a while yesterday. i think i got a good 6hours while he watched our daughter. so its been my turn to watch her tonight. i know i should sleep while she sleeps but its so difficult beca im scared i wont wake up to feed her or when she cries. So ive just decided to stay awake and just keep an eye on her.

Well im going to stop my complaining here. if anyone has read this far thank you for listening to my bullshit.

As always, stay safe and thank you for coming to my ted talk. Much love🖤🖤🖤🖤

[donnyclaws]

Im not really a warriors fan (i know the basics of the setting and some major plot points ) so i dont totally understand what’s happening in your gnaw amv but i so want to hear that essay about needletail and violetshine, if you don’t mind saying who’s who from the video ^^;

Okay buckle in I'm unleashing the beast, this will be long and also mostly my take on them since I haven't read their series in a minute haha, I'm probably fuzzy on some of the finer details at this point. Warning ig for emotional neglect, drowning, death ect this chunk of the story gets pretty brutal!

Okay so the jist of Violet and Needles relationship is that they are two abused and neglected girls who become sisters not by choice but by pure circumstance. The clan they live in, Shadowclan, has been completely devastated by its string of tyranical leaders. They're always struggling and it makes them susceptible to cats with less kind goals coming in and having the clan fawn to them in the hopes of stability, it's pretty much decimated any community and order within the group. Currently the Needletail's generation have zero respect for authority within the clan and the clan don't have respect for them either. For example she was carried off by an eagle, dropped into the woods and became furious after her clan didn't bother to find or really react to her when she managed to drag herself back. Leads to a lot of bitterness and sparks of rebellion within the youth ect!

Violetshine was an outsider along with her sister Twigbranch, they were basically found in a big drain by Needletail and another cat while on a prophecy quest (I forgot the details lol). Basically the kittens were abandonned and seen as the goal of the trip, when they were brough back to the territories the clans fought amongst eachother over what clan they should go into (there's been a lot of prophecy cats and the clans at this point know that having one in their clan will be mega beneficial). The kittens are seperated between the two that found them so Violet went with Needle to shadowclan and twig went with alder to thunder. This is where shit starts to drive me INSANE because Twig basically gets like, several parental figures within thunderclan and stability while Violetshine is punted into this already really hostile environment.

She's given to a current nursing queen because she's very young here. It's really clear that pinenose isn't interested in her in the slightest it's an immediately neglectful situation, Violetshine also doesn't have Needletail because she viewed the whole thing as kind of a fetch quest and didn't immediately become a pseudo parent to violet the way alderheart did to twigbranch. She sees her as kind of an obligation and a bargaining chip, her clan gets annoyed with her for even saddling them all with a new kit who only Might have some kind of prophecy around her, I felt like this pushed Needle into feeling obligated to Violetshine in a way to just spite the rest of the clan. I think she also views having a kit tailing her around as kind of cool or satisfying, having someone look up to her even a little. I wish I could pull quotes but at this point Violetshine already views herself as a burden and finds all the random fights and cruelty of shadowclan as very normal.

Honestly there is a LOT of shit after this that I don't remember super well but I will try list it out, the conflict of this set of characters is insanely complicated for warriors standards. Needle and alder organize a few playdates for violet and twig to see eachother again, the contrast between their lives and how it's affected them is already Stark. Needle has a mean bitch friend, Sleekwhisker, all of their interactions feel like two rebellious teen girls and the toddler they don't really want around but who has no choice but to be there. Needletail tends to get grounded or punished by authority in the clan a lot and at one point she sends Violet out to talk to her rouge boyfriend for her. This is yet another outside group that's vulturing on the dissatisfaction within the clan and eventually Needle, Sleek and Violet join his group and leave Shadowclan for good. This group is even more unorganized and full of random violence, Needletail is often out with Rain, Sleek or Darktail, keeping Violet in a similar position to how she started. From here it gets really complicated, there's a lot of push and pull between Violetshine and Needletail between caring about eachother, fighting, between Violet feeling like a burden to her and eventually leaving, hurting Needletail who deep down does kind of rely on being Someone to Someone. Violet rejoins Shadowclan, Needle is bitter and hurt, Violet is bitter at her sister Twig for being very idealistic and ignorant of the kind of life Violet's led so far and how unstable Shadowclan is.

Even MORE spiralling downwards, Violet and Twig live together briefly and Violet is hurt and betrayed realizing her sister is going home (Similar to needletail, you have this hope of someone who will stay with you through an abusive situation and then suddenly they are gone). Needle and Violet are then both living in the Kin again and both become closer to Darktail, who is the mega villain manipulator basically. There's this constant sense of Needle and sleek being his new right hands and violet who is still young at this point, becoming another informant. It becomes this game of like, inner group politics, and these two trying to survive under a cat who is quickly becoming like an actual dictator, taking over other clans, taking prisoners ect ect ect. Violetshine watches Rain try to kill Darktail only to fail and die at his hands instead. Needletail begins to doubt him now, seeing as he's killed her partner.

I don't remember exactly what insights this but Violetshine does something here that winds up in Darktail punishing Needletail harshly. Darktail is very much the kind of character who rotates who he is focusing on based on who will be the most obedient, Violetshine being a traumatized young cat who is used to keeping her head down and being told what to do, is perfect for this when Needle proves too difficult. Needletail is kept in a den of prisoner cats who are currently being starved slowly, obviously this eats Violetshine alive. She tries to sneak in food to Needletail but she is almost entirely unresponsive, and as a cat who has been cruel and complicit in Darktail's crimes she only gives the food to the other prisoners instead. I wish I could pull out quotes but there are so many tiny moments of kindness from Needletail that drive me insane because to me it really reads as a deeply traumatized teen, playing up whatever appearance will make her strongest and will make the world make sense finally. And you get to see these tiny glimmers of times in private where she feels more like a scared kid too, times where she's alone and asks Violet to stay with her.

After years of becoming slowly discomforted by the violence she's used to she decides to try poison Darktail. This fails, this fails. Darktail and Sleekwhisker have begun drowning traitorous cats in the lake, Violetshine is next. He brings Needletail out and tells her she can regain his trust if she kills Violet. Needletail again is like, emaciated, distant, literally says that the light's gone from her eyes ect. Violetshine, riddled with guilt, feeling like the one consistent cat in her life hates her and wants her dead, she feels like she is going to die there and she will deserve it, she understands it. Instead Needletail pins her, she tells her to run, she turns on Darktail and attacks him to buy her more time and she is eventually drowned. They kind of mega botch Violetshine's ptsd over this later on but when it's good it's fucking insane, the amount of sheer guilt she feels over this cannot be said enough. That's the main moment I had boarded for the pmv because this sheer emotional tangle of two cats that to be frank! Have not been good to eachother, Needletail is not a good person, Needletail was not a good person to be in charge of a child but the complexity outweighs that for me. Despite everything these two didn't have a choice but to care for and need eachother because they were both in a bad place. They didn't HAVE other options, this unhealthy dynamic was what they had left in terms of care and stability. After everything, even though you would think Needle might resent Violet, it was all just hurt and fear and she died young to buy the cat she couldn't BE a good sister to more time, give her one last chance, maybe she can get out, maybe she can make it count and live a better life after this.

Later later on in the arc she comes back as a ghost whatever and Violetshine apologizes, she's still riddled with guilt, she still blames herself, and Needletail tells her they are sisters.

MAYBE IT MAKES ME UNWELL. K? anyway here's my designs for them. Most of the reason I might not finish that video is cause I have no clue how to translate all the micro details of their relationship into a video at all and I don't want to make one unless I can explicitly hit all of it. I don't think many people feel this way abt this arc and these characters but as a severe emotional neglect understander, they sincerely drive me insane I cried so hard over Needletail's death hahaha

They share a lot of small similarities, Violet and Darktail have similar eye markings and inverted tails, Needletail has similar markings on her mouth and ears to him because she listens and agress with his words initially. ect ect <3

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How i meet your mother and the story of how Arya Maxson was concieved - Chapter 16

Hello I kinda lost the job where I have a lot of free time to write, kinda, I still don’t know, so im actually not writing a lot, just glympses, so im kinda not finishing the entire fic. I still have the ideas fresh in my mind tho

If you are very very very delighted with one fic and want a continuation I didn’t write or post you can donate me at least $5 bucks, most of this fics have next chapters I don’t finish because lack of motivation but hey a $5 is a $5, I see a few reviews and comments that fics that are abandoned months laters receive comments of wanting to know what happens next. Here it is, I finished my handling with you all, enjoy the fic

They keep seeing each other, almost everyday, since he would come at the same hour normally she didnt come down to receive him when he landed with the ventibird at the back of the building where the heliport was, the security guards were kinda amused to his visits so…between his soldiers and hers he can walk around and feel protected in the tower even if he wasn’t exactly welcomed, its not like he does big tours anyway, if he walked on the tower, it was at her side because she was showing him things around.

She was now 3 months and changes were really a thing in this place, really, they even start with the painting in the reception, and they were going fast, much more than he could anticipate, they were in the middle of practically a dessert practically obviously that have to be addressed to its success but it was impressive, really impressive.

He was a bit worried about the caps actually, didn’t want her decapitated because she will ran out of caps and disappoint the tennats expectancys by promising all that big works in their homes, but she never address that subject, didn’t talk about that thing, it was something in the air he notices while walking in that big and luxury building.

Better don’t think about it tho, is she asked, he couldn’t help, he wasn’t rich, the brotherhood wasn’t rich.

When he enter into her apartment the first thing he found was Danse sitting on the divan while Nora was on her knees in front of him.

Fuck not again.

They were fine.

-Paladin –Arthur saluted trying to hide his discomfort, when he approached he see some bandages, cotton, and alcohol at Noras side, his boots were off and the leg of his orange suit was up –what happened?

-A Radroach bite him in the subway tunnels –said Nora with a very upset face, cleaning what it looked like a deep cut.

-I told you it was dangerous to go down there on your own –he sighted tired, always feared for her, and their babys sake of course.

-That’s why I was with her –Danse raised a hand, for some reason he looked annoyed- having her back

-We didn’t realize we were so close to the nest –she picked up a clean cotton and pressed it in the wound.

-Don’t worry elder –said the paladin- im taking a group to burn and incinerate the nest, she stays here in the tower–Nora looked at him with a big face of disapproval but as soon he responded with the same face she became…small…my gosh he had a lot of power over her, power he didn’t have without using violence

-Are you alright? –he asked looking at the wound

-You two are over exaggerating over a cut

-Im not, Radroachs eat shit, better clean the wound so you don’t get a serious infection or some sort of illness –said Nora- the only reason im not needling it is because I want to see the evolution -or because she wanted an excuse to touch and be around him.

-So, why are you here? –ask Arthur not wanting to sound like a possessive jealous asshole but it was a curious question…

-I have no active missions right now and she ask me to be her guard…-yeah, running behind her heels as usual. The fact that she was in love in him was a bit his fault too, for giving her ilusions all the time, he doesn’t pull her apart.

-Danse do you want to stay and have dinner with us? –said Nora getting up and standing at Arthurs side giving him a kiss on the cheek, surprising him a lot, almost making him jump in his place because well…they never do much stuff with public, and less with him, her romantic interest in front of him.

-Does he know? –when he ask that Nora pick one of his hands and place it in her three months belly, he understand- right-but he also noticed Danse disturbed face looking at them- whats up? –what was up with the romantic interest?

Danse was mad, angry, despite what he says of Nora he was very in love with her, deep down at least he wanted her for only him. It was selfish not wanting her to have a serious commitement but also denying himself to her. It was like both wanted but at different levels and he didn’t want her to have nothing with no one else. Neither with him.

-Nothing, its just weird seeing you two together –Nora look at him, and Arthur became jealous- my boss and my sister

-Repeating: do you want to dinner with us?

Danse looked at her annoyed, Nora was smirking.

Arthur was between them.

The paladin was annoyed that she was at another man sides, and she was enjoying his frustration. She was playing.

Danse was very pissed.

-Im fine, ill join the other soldiers at the brotherhood room –she laughed a bit, how evil.

-Why don’t you help them to set up the pool table? I actually don’t know how many men are necessary to assemble such a silly thing.

-Very funny.

The brotherhood room was an apartment she settled in the third floor for brotherhood soldiers passing by the tower, the guards of Arthur and the ventibirds, patrols, guarding caravans, scribes and field researchers…it has a few bulk beds, a fridge, a terminal, a bathroom with a shower and toilet, some wardrobes with mirrors and clean clothes so underwear she selected by color for them to have them discriminated among the tenants, a few crated boxes for each bed, some personal hygiene items like combs or toothbrushes same with scissors and anothers etceteras, fresh aquapura in the fridge they of course refilled and noooooooow a pool table! For everyone to chill and play, that table was in a very poor shape and she asked a carpenter to polish and coat entirely, piece to piece.

Reception now had its own power armor station, yeah, just were everyone can see it, in a corner behind the stairs, but in the reception, so no one would say that the brotherhood soldiers were doing dangerous things with their power armors there and there in the building, nono, they were at simple sight doing brotherhood thing like repairing and maintaining their power armors, simple.

-Try to not leave burns of cigarette butts on it, you know what I have to fight to win that pot of coat in Hardware Town

-That groups of raiders wasn’t really a menace

Oh gosh Arthur didn’t want to be in the middle of them, every time they talk he noticed a strong sexual tension between. It makes him sad. Will he ever achieve this type of connection with her? Ever?

-Im serious ill make it a rule to not fucking smoke in the pool table, if I find some kind of burn ill stop distributing my precious new toothbrush supply

-Oh you turn insufferable sometimes –said Danse tired picking up his boot to fix it and stick his foot inside.

-I suppose you can clean your teeth’s back with the same old newspaper you wipe your ass, two in one, just don’t forget the order –when the man moved down the leg of his orange suit Arthur noticed that she was defying him to fall into her trap.

-You never follow through on your threats –said the man doing the enough to close the boot and the leg, just the enough to be able to walk without his clothing falling apart as he step.

-Shut the fuck up –now Nora pick Arthurs arm and hug it…soooooo he was between them. He was now her object to cause jealousy in the paladin.

This wasn’t right. No, he didn’t want this for himself. He didn’t deserve this.

Now he didn’t felt comfortable

Sometimes he felt like he should leave.

But then his eyes moved down to her growing belly bellow the dress, the belly he saw growing every time they were together and those guilty feelings disappear.

Two months more passed, and one day a radio signal was presented in the elder Maxson office, a scribe informed him that a radio signal asking for help was emitting from Tenpenny Tower specifically medical help. The distress signal was emitted by Paladin Danse. It was strange, help? For Nora? For who? For the people? For how many people? For what kind of medical attention? For only medical supplies?

He sent a ventibird with a medical squad of scribes because the transmitting doesn’t have much information about what was needed and for some reason when the ventibird gave the warning that it was already close to the citadel coming back after 3 hours Arthur came out to the trainyard to see what was all about, what happened?

Danse came down from the ventibird with Nora in his arms almost running to the ring A door, his Nora, the Nora that wears dresses and high heels. Arthur saw for a glimpse of second how a part of her head, legs, and arms were covered in bandages and he freaked out, running to ask the scribes what happened and letting him find the necessary and urgent medical care for the woman.

Apparently there was a rider strike into the tower gates in the morning, they attacked demanding the remaining amount of caps that she announced for renovations 5 months ago, like she said the running caps were really in the place renovations, if the works were taking place the caps will quickly ran out and there will be no attacks or riots to empty the tower funds, but this fuckers came to raid the remaining, whatever whats left even if she never was really really clear about the amounts or accountability of her caps, and as he know personally from her mouth, it was still a lot, more than 70%, there will be a lot of money for a lot of time in the tower, her money was still in the tower and from now, it was a target for raiders, now there were going to be attacks to raid one of the most wealthy points of DC, right now the Tenpenny Tower was like a big bank, a bank that in some place, hidden, saves caps, enough caps to do real works and repairing over a 300 years old tower to give their old pre war glory back, the voice of luxury run along wastelanders apparently.

So now the mother of his children was living in a at a point that would be constantly attacked for very valid reasons and known and expanded among the wastelands.

-What happened to the raiders? –ask Arthur, there was also a few people badly hurt in the ventibird too.

-As far we know, all the raiders, dead, but we arrived there and get the hurt people on the ventibird as fast we could –said a scribe packing down their stuff to make more space.

-You should ask Paladin Danse, Elder-said another one, also making space to move down the ventibird the hurt people- they waited until there wasn’t brotherhood soldiers staying in the tower, so as far he explained to us it was him, the sentinel, and the guards.

-It was a big attack –said Arthur surprised that three of her guards were badly hurt inside the ventibird even.

-Coordinated apparently –one of the scribes pick up a guard in his shoulders and the man do his best to stand up and walk to go down the ventibird.

-They did a good job keeping them out and out of the doors–said one of the scribe also picking another guard in his shoulders, the man squeak in pain but also get on her toes to stand up

-So what happened? –asked Maxson, but then a guard talk while being helped to stand up in the gurney.

-Nothing serious, collateral damaged, most of us are fine –well fine say the brute with a very big hole in the thigh, bleeding dark- that paladin of yours insisted in radio when the doc of the tower had too much between hands

-I bet that if you all can’t wait it wasn’t nothing serious –said Arthur with a very despicable tone, gosh how difficult these people are to stand.

-As far I threated her she has a severe blow to the head and some nasty burns on the leg, only scratches on arm –another scribe talk- I told Paladin Danse to take her quickly to do an exam…after all she is very pregnant and apparently it was a rough fight.

-It was but because no one stick a dick in my ass no one cares that much about us

Something trigger bad inside Arthurs mind and without a dub he pulled out a laser pistol from the waist of the scribe who was helping him to move and shoot the guard in the other leg, so he can match the holes. The man scream and Arthur throw the pistol to his face, smashing his nose in pain.

-Don’t worry I bet you can also get your ass broken even without trying -said the elder with a sarcastic smile, then, look at his own scribe and kindly smiled at her trying to change the mood- Is the blow on the head very serious? it is urgent to treat?

The scribe swallowed hard and looked away, holding the guard who was still shaking from the pain of the laser burn in her arms, holding him so he wouldn't fall, it was especially difficult because the elder shot him in the leg and she wasn’t going to say anything to the elder about who to shoot or not - I'm more worried about her pregnancy, but I don't know how physical the fight went, we weren't there

-Alright, make sure to attend this gentlemen’s over here –said Arthur before spitting in the ground, the three guards slurped saliva and two looked bad at the one who talked shit- and then make them wait at the outsides of the citadel for a caravan to pick them, no ride

When he turned around to start walking to ring A he heard the mates of that man cursing at the insolent fucker because he couldn’t keep his damn mouth shut and not cause problems.

Have fun walking in the desert, asshole.

Nora was sitting in a gurney when he found her in the medical care, Danse was standing next to a wall while a scribe was opening the bandage in her leg. Arthur didn’t care and enter anyway, she didn’t look good.

-Arthur –she called noticing his presence at the door frame, the man sighted and walk inside, she raised her hand and he pick it, looking at the scribe work.

-Are you alright? –she nodded-mind telling me anything?

-Just raiders doing their thing

-Not talented enough tho –said Danse smiling a bit to ease her

-Came a big group of assholes demanding the Tenpenny fortune –he laughed a bit, it wasn’t exactly Allistar fortune- that if we didn’t open the gates they were going to tear it apart from the outside and that’s where I get worried, Gustavo shoot a bitch in the leg and that's when it all started –Arthur pressed on her fingers, worried.

-They weren’t able to cross the gates -said Danse

-You did a good job tho –Nora smiled at Danse- shooting first the ones with backpacks

-I learn from the best –the way both smile at each other made Arthur uncomfortable- You did it great with that Hunting rifle too

Danse loved how capable and high skilled she was, he knew that since the paladin presented her to him in the Commonwealth, had a thing that drive him automatically to sponsorship her without a doubt

-So how did you get that burn? –ask Arthur

-A fucker throws a Pulse grenade, surely they didn’t know for what it was, it doesn’t make much damage but the electricity burns the skin so bad –the scribe showed him how damaged and red the skin was, making little cuts even- I was away enough to save the face

-Your pretty face –said Arthur with a smile making her blush, the scribe was present…

-I regret a bit not using pants –she say trying to diffuse the shame in her face a bit, not used to him being affectionate in public- next attack im going to change fast –next attack hu?

-Its your head okay?

-Im not feeling well actually

-We are doing tests now-said the scribe to Arthur- to see how deep the blow is or if it caused any bruising, the same with pregnancy to check that there is no problem, after all in a fight things can get very tense especially after receiving blows-the elder felt trough her hand how her body shiver at the mention of her pregnancy.

-Did you engage any fight? –said Arthur to Nora

-No, I avoided them all of course–she pressed more on his hand at saying that looking for support, it really affects her thinking in the well being of their child. The scribe gets up to check on her other arm and take off the bandage.

-Its true, she was participating from the distance –said Danse-but there was a lot of things flying around

-And explosions –she clarified- a rock hit me very hard for one moment, I almost see black but I keep shooting and shooting until that fuckers went down.

-Alright we can talk about that later if you don’t feel good right now–Arthur looked at her and smiled to reassure her, which it worked because she smirked a bit- we are going to take those test and –their eyes connected in that moment light blue and brown- I have a surprise for you –Danse raised an eyebrow curious and suspicious, what was that- a few months ago I order a transvaginal ultrasound machine –her eyes bright more than he ever saw in her in his life- and now you are 20 weeks it arrived here at the citadel –Nora almost squeak of joy and that was so strange to watch for the three people around in the room, jumping on her sit.

Never see her so happy.

-I cant believe it, are we going to know the baby sex!? I didn’t know that was possible! –all worries she had about the state of her pregnancy disappeared, she felt awful since the moment that grenade caught her leg but right now everything surely must go just fine! They were meeting their baby! This was a happy moment!

-Or more importantly, its status –the way she smiled make him happy, it sparked something inside him, joy- We are checking on your head, an ultrasound and then prepare yourself for the transvaginal okay? –she nodded, and tried to stretch a bit to kiss him in the cheek, but she couldn’t for being sitting, he noticed and moved down, Nora appreciated this and kissed him in the lips as a reward.

While Danse had never see her this happy before, well, maybe one time.

The first time they sleep together. When she was still excited thinking he had feelings for her.

-I really need to keep working in her wounds over here –said the scribe a bit uncomfortable by the couple display, not because they were being cheesy or anything but because they were the elder and the…sentinel…it was strange to see! Didn’t expect it from him at all, the man always had such a strange port…

-Yeah –said Arthur sitting in the gurney alongside Nora looking at Danse, placing a hand in her waist making her jump–we need some space here Danse, can you come back later?

The paladin rolled his eyes, of course, the man moves from the wall but when he was about to cross the doorframe…

-Thank you for having my back Danse –she said smiling. Was aware of Arthur pushing him out from the conversation but right now she can’t care, she had something more important in mind. Something he never wanted to take part of.

-Always, sister –hearing that legitimaly delete Arthur smile from his face even if the paladin wasn’t replying happy or neither content with the situation, more tired and defeated than everything. A question appeared on his mind: what was Danse doing at Noras place?

Nora’s wounds were treated with cold ice patches and disinfectant, yes she had some head damage for which she needed rest and check-ups for a while, but it would go away, it was not too serious nor would it cause any kind of impediment if she took the necessary rest and care, if she really take it.

After she was told that he decided to calm her down and stay at her side like a gentleman until the time of the ultrasound and after of course. The pregnancy was fine, the baby was just fine, nothing different from the last time they do an ultrasound except for the natural growing of this weeks, her heart rest in her chest finally when they hear that result and fuck she needed it, she felt so bad for deciding to be involved in stopping that piles of scum invading the tower instead of letting her guards work and secure herself in her apartment, if something had happen to her baby…

She will fight for that baby that’s for sure but better nothing happens to it while she can breathe and move.

And even if she cant move she will tear the earth apart to find the culprit, as she did before with Shaun and the Institute.

When the transvaginal was ready Arthur took her hand and smiled to ease her even hiding his own exciment to not disturb her, maybe now it wasn’t the right time, she was injured and with a severe blow to the head but she apparently needed it even more than him, she wanted to have this results as soon as possible, wanted to see their baby moving. Even though her head hurt and was about to explode, she wanted to see her baby, she really wanted to see him before she could go to sleep and rest.

It took them more than half an hour to get the perfect image, half an hour where his hand was squeezed and pressed hard as they couldn't find the baby until they finally found it.

-Thank god finally –said the scribe who had the honor to meet first the elders firstborn in this exam today.

-The motherfucker was well hidden –said Nora recovering her breath laughing at her own joke, at the 15 minute it stopped being funny and it became disturbing, her heart come back to her chest again.

-I don’t think motherfucker is appropriate –said the scribe moving the image better, zooming out and changing lights on the machine- it’s a girl

Nora laughed happily, almost screaming with excitement, her cheeks hurt from smiling so much and the apples on her cheeks were stiff and red. She tried not to move so as not to lose the image that they had worked so hard to achieve but she was so happy, really so happy, she had wanted for almost 12 years to live this again. Her dream was finally coming true, this was perfect, their child was perfect.

The wound on her head hurt, forehead hurt as keeping his eyes open, smiling caused her burning but she still needed to be present at that moment with Arthur and the baby girl.

-I choose a name for her –she said with her eyes lost in the screen, knowing exactly where to look at as this wasn’t her first pregnancy to go through, looking at her little girl in the view she imagined so well in her dreams and desires- I want to call her Arya -her hand pressed hard against his again, trying to hold on to reality somehow- It’s a mix of our names, Arthur and Nora

-We can save this images in a video and photos to record the evolution –said the scribe actually surprised for how happy the parents were, especially elder Maxson, didn’t imagine him so excited about being a parent. He was such a serious man since a young age, it wasn’t common to see happy expecting parents in the wastelands neither that’s the true- Im going to start recording now its moving, before it wasn’t moving at all so it was hard to distinguish!

-Yeah that sounds amazing –said Nora with a fulfilling sensation on her chest, she really accomplished something great right now. She has a daughter now. Her little Arya –do you like it? –she said pulling him by the hand to make him pay attention, but his eyes couldn't leave the screen, and when she noticed that Arthur wasn't responding, she turned with all the pain in the world to see him.

He was crying, he was crying with a smile on his lips, a really big smile, a smile she never see before on him in all the years she knows him. And that's when she regretted never given him enough attention, of having missed that smile of his until now, why had she missed that smile? Why hadn't she done enough to cause it? It was a beautiful smile, it brighten the room and elevates the mood that couldn’t possibly go more high.

-You mean Arya? –Nora nodded at him with a smile while he put a hand on top of both of them together- I like it, Arya Maxson sounds great.

Despite they never actually discuss the name subject he thinks it fits perfectly, Arya Maxson taste good in the tip of his tongue to talk even, he cant find anything negative to talk right now anyway, it was perfect, everything was perfect about his little girl

And Nora finally had what she planned, a child with the Maxson lastname.

Arthur kissed Nora in the cheek without his eyes leaving the screen. Neither loosing his smile

[evansencezz]

⚱︎ ⚱︎—SEE NO EVIL, HEAR NO EVIL, SPEAK NO EVIL— Autum Candell—⚱︎ ⚱︎

notes: oh my god, angst overload, holy shit, average ginger, mental illness, gore, blood, murder, non-cannon aroace autumn, help bro, girlboss autum, she/they pronouns, twin sisters, fucked up autumn, refrenced death insentences, PTSD, untreated mental illness, revenge, anger issues, stressed out autumn, vicous cycle, i feel so bad for her, flashbacks, trauma, actually okay family ig, atleast compared to my other ocs, immoratal??autumn, revenge plot, guns, knives, afraid of heights, afraid of drowning, shes still sexy though, nice tits, lots of murder, mainuplation, yanderes, bondage, theres like one fluff scence and its not even that cute, choking, half-mute autumn, mechanic autumn, i like mechanics, fashion desginer autumn too, why not, lots of fight scences, autumn being alone, no one gets her. so emo, lashing out, very non-touchy autumn, extremely traumatized autumn, yet she still slays, smoking, drinking, a little flirting but nothing serious, autumn hates men, refrenced towards toture, YEAH.., beating the fuck out of someone, autumn dies like alpha, time loop, popular autumn, sort of simaliar to suimuki bc i love both of them, horror, slasher, major character death, rlly sad ending.

Autum sighed as she stitched up her arm, just another wound. Her apartment was empty, filled with only herself.

“Died again?” She questioned herself.

It was strange, usually she could remeber how she died. Or atleast make sense of it, but no. She just practically woke up to herself stitiching.

“Fucking hell..” She scofffed, finally ending the stitch by pulling up and sinching it.

When she dropped the needle, the rest of the thread attached to it came out. She cut it off and poked around at the still somewhat gaping hole in her arm

They dug their fingers into the flesh right above it, frustrated.

“How did I mess up again?? All I want is to..” She hissed.

All they wanted was to be viewed as an actual person. People adimired them for their looks and personality. They didn’t even bother to try and help them or look deeper.

It was funny, she had always been treated kindly by other people. What if the ginger had been ugly, or more mean??

Obviously, they would hate her then, right?

She darkened her eyes before swiftly standing up off of the couch. Her long hair followed her movements, unrestrained by a hairtie or anything.

She looked out at the city of Valentino, loud. She would have some way to make a name for herself, even though most people just knew she just kept coming back.

Of course there was the regular person stummbling across Autumn’s body here and there. Terrifed when she shot up and gasped for air. They always had a look of horror when her emerlad eye connected with theirs.

She grunted and moved to her kitchen. Might aswell make coffee before moving out, right??

Some people might have called her insane for still going out into the world. For living her life, as painfilled as it was.

Once the coffee was brewed, she took a cup and poured it into it, then she sealed it with a lid. Her phone, that was sitting on the counter lit up with a message.

‘hey autumn! i’m outside of your place, ready to hang out?? im really exicted, we haven’t seen each other in so long!’

They grimnaced, Summer. Summer was their older sister an awfully nice girl. So naive.

They placed their cup to the side as they picked up the phone. A photo of them and Summer was the profile picture she had set. A stinging feeling filled their upper chest and they clentched the photo tighter.

“God damnit.” They hissed.

She blinked and slowly texted a response. Meanwhile, the taller ginger looked around the area. They were currently outside of the complex, and got brushed by a few people.

They blinked in surprise but a wide grin formed on their face as they read the message Autumn had sent them.

‘yeah yeah, i’m coming relax’ was all it said.

The older didn’t feel the need to respond, so she didn’t. She also flinched when she noticed someone infront of her.

“Hey, arsenic.” The younger sister greeted.

Dark green eyes immeditally glanced up from her phone. She made immediete eye contact with Autumn.

A soft yet exicted smile formed on her face. The younger looked as she always had. Her ginger hair was in a low ponytail now, tied with a green ribbon.

She also had lots of scars alinging her body, one missing through her right eye but don’t damanging the eye itself. She also had a scar on the left side of her neck in the shape of a lightening bolt.

In all honesty, she did look like someone who had been through way too much.

“Autumn!!” Summer shook her head and quickly hugged her sibling.

The other returned the embrace, all be it lighter. When both of them pulled away the other girl got a good look at what they were wearing. A tight fitting shirt with straps that showed..skin.

Like Summer had mentioned earlier, they had bruises, scars and shittly wrapped banadges around areas. The color of the top was a basic marrow bone colored besige with a skelton desigin.

Autumn also had on low waisted jeans that were a deeper gray and with a belt. Finally, with black combat boots, she looked nice.

“It’s good to see you again.” The younger said.

The taller beamed and moved back a little.

“I could say the same! You look..well..?” She questioned.

The younger twin scoffed and shuffled her feet slightly. Her eyes seemed to dart to her feet for a second before back to Summer’s.

“Just tell me I look like shit.” She blurted out.

The other blinked a few times before laughing. It was nice to see that they honestly knew that they weren’t in the best condition.

“Ah, good to see you still have that same humor! Anyways, wanna’ hit up a cafe’ before we fuck around?” She giggled before smiling with her eyes closed.

The ladder simply nodded. They had that sinking feeling in their stomach again, so they tossed a glance over their shoulder. No one else was there, stop being paranoid Autumn.

“Hey?” They were surprised and tensed when a soft hand shook their shoulder.

Their dark eyes connected with slightly brighter ones. A grin formed onto her sisters face and she made a follow me motion.

“Come on, I know I’M suposed to be the ONE visting YOU but I looked up a really cute cafe’!” She explained.

Autumn wasn’t really listening, merly humming. The two walked on the sidewalk, finally out of the compelx area in the full city of Valentino. She noticed people pausing what they were doing to get a good look at her.

Her sibling must have noticed her posture change, as they cocked an eyebrow.

“Does your presnce really radiate that many looks??” They questioned.

The ginger simply grumbled and scowled. She absoutetly despised it, she hated it so much. Why did everyone have so much want and lust towards her?

She would never wish this fate on anyone else, this was exactly why she burdened it. She would weigh herself down if it ment keeping Summer and every other person safe. No matter how many times she died.

Then again, she was currently restarting from a death. It would only be soon enough till some creep made his disgusting move.

“Sooo..I’m assuming no boyfriend or girlfriend?” Her sister asked, keeping pace with her and leaning to the side.

The emerlad eyed girl didn’t have to think about it. She barely had any romantic attraction anymore. Anyone who she had ever dated turned out to become obessed with her and wanted to take her.

She blew out a puff of air and shook her head.

“No..nothing like that.” She answered.

The ladder simply hummed before perking up when a cafe’ came into view. A rather large one at that, Autumn also looked up.

“Ah, here it is!~” She sang, walking faster and opening the door.

The other grunted and shuffled inside, the other female following. There was actually a good amount of people looking at them when they entered.

“Fucking annoying..” They scoffed.

Summer didn’t even look at the people and kept a naive smile on their face. They wished they could keep that naive nature for themself. They were jealous.

They were cut off by someone brushing past the said older sibling and towards them. It was a male, of course it was.

“Hey, sweetness. Aren’t you a cute LITTLE thing?” He cooed towards them.

That intense revenge and hatered towards people like this Autumn had built up crawled into their being again. Maybe they were a sociopath, maybe they didn’t like any people..

But these..PEOPLE..were the most disgusting.

“Not intrested.” She simply replied.

The man seemed to have a reaction towards this, his eyes narrowing. He had short, red hair that looked oddly soft and dark blue eyes.

“Oh yeah? What, this your girlfriend?” He spat, glancing towards her older sister.

The taller burst out laughing while she made a disgusted face. This guy could go hang himself for all she cared, he was vile.

“Twin sister, thank you.” Summer flashed a closed eyed smile.

He grunted and flicked his eyes back towards her.

“Why aren’t you intrested?? Is it because I’m too much for you?!” He agressivly asked.

The long haired female flinched when his large hand grabbed her lower arm and raised it. She quickly scowled and tried tugging it away, he didn’t move. By now, a crowd had formed around them.

“Hey buddy! Get off of them!!” The other ginger dropped her smile and glared at him.

Autumn only narrowed their annoyed eyes further and..

“Get your fucking-!” They started while finally getting free before grabbing him and kicking him harshly in the side.

A round of cheers greeted this and she almost smiled. Then, she grabbed the man by the hair, seeing as he had doubled over.

“DISGUSTING perverted hands off of me. Honestly, that’s sad. Oh, and you have a wedding band on?? How..vile.” She spat before harshly letting go of his hair.

She backed away and glanced towards her sibling. They blinked a few times before making a face and a signal. Autumn made a confused expression before turning around.

Loads of people had their phones out and were recording. No one was helping the male on the ground though, everyone was fawning over her.

“That was so awesome!! What’s your name?!” A male with brown hair and brown eyes asked.

She was about to answer but the crowd of smiling and cheering people came closer. She honestly felt bad for the cafe’ owner.

“Uh-!”

“Your so pretty!! Do you have a partner?!”

‘WHATTTT?!!’ She thought in her head, recoiling.

All she did was show that disgusting pervert his place. And that wasn’t the first time she had done that. either. The girl had also been sweeped into crowds of ‘fans’ before.

Her older sibling quickly stepped in, smiling nervously at all the people.

“It’s nice to meet all of you, I’m sure! But we must be off!~” They waved before tugging the shorter by the wrist.

They both zoomed out the door, leaving everyone dissapointed. The man, still on the floor groaned.

“I..I could sue!! That..she ASSUALTED ME!!” He complained.

Silence covered the cafe’ before..

“Shut up.” Someone threw their empty, paper cup at them.

It hit the top of his head and he grunted. He looked around to who it was.

“Hey?!! What the-!?” He was cut off again.

“YEAH!! GET OUTTA’ HERE!!” More people threw stuff at him and he yelped.

“You were so hot back there! Maybe you’ll blow up, become a fugtive!” Summer panted

The other orange-nette rolled her eyes and looked behind her. They were both currently sitting on a fountains edge, water behind them filled with a statue and pennies.

“Please, I dobut it. Actually no-that might happen actually. Knowing my reputation with..’fame’.” She started but thought about it more.

“Pfft- anyways, maybe you should take me to your favorite spot, yeah??” The other snickered before tilting her head and smiling.

The former squinted at her, that was the thing about Summer. She always had a relaxed smile on her face, and was so nice to everyone. She hated that she pushed her own sister away.

“Am..am I mean to you..?” She hestiantely asked.

The brighter eyed girl blinked and rubbed her eyes. Sje simply scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“Are you? Sometimes, yeah. But it’s not a bad thing.” They answered.

She looked at them before embrassingly turning away and mummbling something. She dug her fresh nails into the rim of the fountain and scowled.

They didn’t like this sudden feeling that dwelled inside of them. Fear? Softness? Whatever it was, they wanted it gone.

“Autumn? Hey!” They shook their sister by the shoulder.

The said person snapped out of it and looked shakily at the others face. They had a concerned expression on, only natural. Only natural, but still annoying.

“Or we can stay here if you’d like? There seems to be somethin’ bothering you.” They reassuringly smiled.

Her nails dug further into the fountain and she hissed. Was she bleeding by now? Probably.

“Wha-Autumn?! Come back please!” Huh?

The female hadn’t even relized she had gotten up and had started walking away. She tried to pause her movements, but it was like she was being dragged to go somewhere.

Her older sibling had gotten up and this cued the others body to start running. Yes, she had lost control of her bodily funcontions once or twice, dropping a plate when her hand went numb, or something else.

But never..THIS..

“Autumn!!” They faintly heard their sibling call after them but they turned back towards and just sighed.

Maybe they were trying to burn off this annoying feeling that had rised in their being. It was that annoying fury and anger towards everyone and everything.

They halted at a crossroad-slightly winded. Some people raised an eyebrow and they only glared at them. They adjusted their posture and glanced towards the button.

“God..” Autumn glanced behind her into the walking crowds but coudn’t spot Summer.

The light turned green and everyone moved along, including her. She only eye-twitched and ran a hand through her hair.

She followed along with the crowd, still checking her phone here and there. It lit up multiple times with the call singal from her sister. She simply ignored it though.

The ginger quickly found another cafe’, one she had been to multiple times. She didn’t order anything though, she simply sat down and laid her head on the table.

People were probably looking at her strangley, she cracked open and eye and just say a couple people peeking glances at her. She lazily made a two finger wave before slumping over again.

“Autumn??” A blonde haired girl leered over the orange-nette.

The person, who was zoning out with their cheek in their head perked up. They glanced towards her, before humming.

“Hey, Nari! What’s up?” They closed eyed smiled.

The other seemed to be pleased with the attention but looked away. She glanced towards the door before back towards them.

“Your..boyfriends..here.” She answered.

The former perked up, like sat up straight and smiled wider. Micheal, her boyfriend was so nice, not to mention cute! Ah, she could feel herself getting flustered.

“Thanks Nari! I can always count on youuu..~” She grinned and kissed her friends cheek before skipping off towards her boyfriend.

Meanwhile, Nari Jeong placed a hand on her cheek, feeling weak. God, only if they knew the hold they had on some people. She watched as they smiled and leaned towards their boyfriend, also kissing his cheek.

Ah…her cheek now felt colder.

“You’ having a good day so far, baby? You seem more happy then usual.” The taller of the duo grinned down at them.

“Yep, now it’s even better because your here! I love you..” They cheered before kissing him.

Micheal wasn’t easy, he didn’t always kiss back. He didn’t always call her nicknames, or tease but it was okay. It was okay because they were still together.

He grunted and gently kissed back before easing her down. She still had that wide smile on her face, and he closed his eyes.

“Your so cute darling.” He breathed out.

It was true, everyone in the school adimired her. From her near ginger hair, that was slightly tied back by the white hairband on her head. Or her cute freckles around her face.

The girls scoffed and her cheeks turned a light pink. So cute.

So cute but too easy..

“Ugh, stop! Could you be anymore cheesy?” She sarcastically asked.

The brown haired male only snickered before raising an eyebrow.

“Probably. But you like it, don’t you??” He inquired back.

She simply grumbled something before jolting when the bell rang. Micheal leaned back slightly, grin still on his face.

“Better get to class, slacker!” She teased before being caught off guard when he connected their lips again.

They closed one, green eyed on reflex before softening and kissing back. It was always nice when he decided to shut them up.

However, quickly after he snickered again and pulled away. They cracked their eyes open and huffed. He quickly picked his bag off of the ground and ruffled their locks of hair.

“See you later, Aut’!~” He cooed before walking away.

They groaned, slumping over again. Only to tense when multiple people ran towards them.

“AAAAH-Your so lucky Autumn!!” A girl with pink hair and brown eyes sighed.

The emerlad eyed girl only raised an eyebrow with a now more tense smile on her face.

“You think so??” She questioned.

Another person, a girl with white hair and green eyes spoke up.

“Uh, yeah!! Micheal is so dreamy, not to mention you!” She gawked.

Autumn could only laugh nervously and play with a strand of hair. There were other popular couples though, right??

“Autumn! And the rest of you, get to your classes please!” Someone broke the crowd up.

She glanced towards them, it was Mars. The rest of the crowd yelped in slight fear before scampering off. She smiled geinuley at the navy haired girl.

“Thanks, Mars! They were sort of..” She trailed off.

“Holding you?? Yeah, I noticed. You should be more honest with your..fans?” She sarcastically answered.

The orange-nette only sweat-dropped before nodding. She entered the classroom along with Mars and prepared for another easy-going day.

The female gasped slightly as she awoke, still in the cafe’. No one was near her, but some people spared a longer glance of confusion at the loud noise.

She muttered something before standing up and rolling her shoulder. She also cracked her hands and strecthed them out before trying to walk out the door.

She was stopped though, by a black haired man. He had fluffy, yet frizzy looking hair with alot of pirecings. He also had black eyes and a grin on his face.

“Hey, I think I know you. Autumn Candell, right?” He asked.

She was immeditally on guard about this, she hadn’t told anyone her name..her throat seized slightly. Oh god, was she going to be able to answer?

“I..I..” She hoarsely said.

Fuck that, her throat closed tighter and she knew she wouldn’t be able to speak. The shorter of the duo wondered how she would be able to communicate.

“Hey, are you alright? Oh! I’m so sorry! Your probably wondering how I know your name?” He relized.

She blinked a few times, was this guy insanely smart or something? Hell, maybe even a mind reader.

They nodded and he placed a relaxed grin on his face.

“We went to the same highschool. I’ve actually been looking for you..” He answered.

‘Oh.’ They thought. ‘That last sentence isn’t creepy, AT ALLLLL..’

“…” They looked around for something before sighing and opening their phone.

They typed something on it and practically shoved it in the male’s face, making him back up.

‘looking for me??’ It asked.

He beamed and nodded, unsettingly. The long haired girl lowered the phone some to get a better look at him.

“I’m so happy to see you again! You probably don’t remeber me, so my name is Michealis Garcia.” He introduced.

She didn’t think about it much, well, her first reaction was to type something in jest.

‘a bit long-winded, wouldn’t you say?’ it sarcastically read.

She also squinted her green eyes at him, Michealis Garcia? Wasn’t that the leader of the football team? Ugh.

He laughed before leaning towards her. She visibly grimanced.

“Ah, have you became even more funny?” He grinned.

She grimnaced more and finally took a good few steps back. She pinched the bridge of her nose for a second before typing something else.

‘i would hope so? anyways, see you.’ she quickly flashed before practically zooming out of the cafe’.

The black haired boy frowned as his eyes followed her until he lost her. How annoying. He narrowed his eyes before joting when someone nudged from behind him.

“Excuse me? Your blocking the door.” They bluntly said.

Michealis just moved aside and watched as they nudged the door open with their elbow. This was due to them carrying a large box with a smaller box on top.

The door closed again and he sighed deeply before walking out of the store aswell. Hopefully Autumn hadn’t wandered too far.

Speaking of, the said person was weaving through the crowds again. Maybe they should just call Summer while they were at it. What time was it again??

They glanced down quickly as the merly clicked the on button and saw the time, 2:00 PM. So as much for hanging out right? Oh well, they were going to be in the city for a couple months.

Maybe the younger should have felt worse, but she really didn’t feel anything. She just kept walking before finally sitting down at a open bar place.

They had bar stools, on the open side-walk and the open bar also faced outwards. It wasn’t crammed, like there was just a random bar jammed into the crowd. It was off to the side like all the other shops.

“What can I get for you?” The bartender asked.

The orange-nette simply cleared her throat and leandd forward. Hopefully her voice was back by now.

“Uh..do..do you sell uhm..like white wine by the bottle.? Along with wiskey?” She asked.

Yeah, the girl liked to down some hard whiskey and wine. And even better was mixing them, which was probably bad for her gut.

“Whiskey and wine bottles?? I can do that, but first I need to see an ID, of course.”

Autumn was really jumpy all of the sudden and flinched slightly. The worker seemed slightly concerned, furrowing their eyebrows. She quickly shaked her head though and found her ID.

It was the only real thing, that well, provded she was real. That’s why she was sometimes scared while she was stabbing a guys vocal chords out, what if she got caught?? No dobut the court of law would look for her legal documents.

“Alright, here you go.” The bartender handed them back ther card and they shoved it in their bag.

They shuffled and flinched immensly when someone slid into the seat next to them.

‘HOLY SHIT’ they yelled in their mind, ‘CAN I NOT GET A FUCKING BREAK?!’

They spared a glance towards the person next to them, only see..

“YOU?!!” They blurted out.

The man laughed, Michealis. His demenor didn’t seem to change, however it was kind of creepy he kinda’ followed them here.

“Yeah, me! You surprised?” He laughed out.

The former made a face and he snickered slightly. Could the bartender be a little quicker?!

“Soooo..did I wear you down so much that you needed a drink??” He questioned.

She slumped over the counter slightly, arms crossed on it. An exhausted expression of annoyment rested on her face.

“Yep. So, go away now.” Drop the plesentries, creep.

Michealis seemed to be taken aback by this, blinking a few times. Before the same smile, but smaller rested on his face. However, his eyes noticeably shrank and dialated.

“Oh, sorry! Did that bother you?” She lazily glanced at him before picking up the two bottles of acohol and stepping down from the seat.

Before the bartender could even say anything about pay, she formed into the crowd. The black eyed male quickly followed after though and somehow fitted to walk beside her.

“Why are you being so rude to a previous friend? Didn’t your par-!” He rather agressivly asked.

They chuckled under their breath, typical. Pull out the parent excuse of manners and be an asshole.

“My parent’s were acholics, and not good people.” She smiled up at him before glancing towards the bottles.

Autumn had a hunch of what was going to come out of his mouth. And they weren’t responsible for what came of it, if he had the guts to say it.

“So..like you??”

“…” There it was.

The girl somehow manged go grab him and swiftly push him into a alleyway. A few people seemed to notice, but they just glanced at the acholoic drinks in their hands before losing intrest.

“Wh-hey!! Awfully fucking handsy!” He grunted.

The shorter stayed silent, swaying before swiftly digging their thumb under one of the corks of the drinks and opening it. They took a pretty good swig before sighing.

“You know, I usually don’t do this sort of thing. Only to people I need revenge on or I knew hurt me. And the-the funny thing is-I don’t even remeber you-AT ALL!!” They stummbled over their words, laughing slightly.

Michealis took a few steps back, glancing behind him every now and then. The long haired girl sighed again and came closer.

“God, you could’ve been such a nobody if you just kept your damn mouth shut. But no, you decided to be gross and come up and talk to me.” She spat.

The black-nette switched over to have fear in his eyes. Was she seriously demented?! Was she actually going to hurt him?!

Oh no, she wasn’t going to hurt him.

She was going to make him suffer.

In all honesty, her current thoughts were all jumbled up. Flashbacks and images from her past clouded her vision and didn’t help with the emotions she felt.

“Please! I’..I’m sorry..!” He aplogized.

And it clicked.

Now she knew exactly why this Michealis guy was all over her. He’s the one who found her body once it hit the ground at school. And yet he didn’t get someone to help, he just stared at it for probably twenty minutes before walking away.

“Your kidding me..” She whispered.

Why didn’t he help her?! Prehaps he could’ve broken the cycle right then and there! Then they wouldn’t have to fucking die over and over again.

“Ha..Ahaha!.. I know exactly who you are now.” She lightly laughed.

She came even closer, now the taller wasn’t able to move any further back. Her right eye darted all around his face before the other remained steady. Pretty creepy.

“Your the guy who was too much of a coward to report a body. Your the guy who practically was a eye-witness but didn’t say anything.” They hissed.

The ladder’s eyes widened as his ‘secret’ was revealed. Honestly, just how despreate was he?? It was really gross.

“Now I can’t feel bad about getting rid of you.” They mummbled aswell.

They tilted the white wine bottle and chugged it back quickly before doing the same with the whiskey. A probably painful display for most people, but it placed a wobbly grin on their face.

“Please..I’m so sorry Candell..” He tried one more time.

Her smile immeditally fell and she slammed the white wine glass into the wall beside her. This made a shattering sound and it became jagged.

The pine eyed female leaned over him, one hand messing with the weapon. An distant look was painted on her face as she spoke:

“Pray to some other god then.”

And with that, she brought the glass down on him. He screamed violently, but knowing the people of Valentino City, they wouldn’t even spare a glance. Blood quickly standed everything, slightly coating her face aswell.

She yanked the bottle that she had inlodged in his stomach out. Then, she grabbed him quickly by the head and twisted it slightly so she could stab the glass in his throat.

He screamed again but it was quickly silenced with noises of him choking on his own blood. The ginger watched as he reached towards her but went slack.

After a few moments, Autumn glanced down towards the weapon in her hand, her eye twitching.

“I seriously just wasted a good bottle of wine on you?! Talk about annoying..” She hissed, tossing the bottle back towards his slumped over body.

Blood was everywhere, on her face and hair. And espically on her clothes that now had spots just completly red.

They glanced down at Michealis’s body one more time before swiftly pinching the bridge of their nose. Whatever, they would just walk in the alleyways so that people didn’t get concerned.

They also glanced down towards their clothes and scowled.

“I fucking liked this shirt too..prick.” She complained before walking away.

“I’m very sorry, but I haven’t seen anyone who looks like that..” A woman answered.

Summer sighed and lowered her phone. She had tried calling her younger sister over a dozen times now only to not get an answer. She eventually started asking people on the streets.

“No..No it’s okay..I’ll find her eventually..” She reassured the woman, smiling softly before walking back into the crowd.

Of course, Summer wasn’t stupid. She didn’t go up to drug dealers, sex workers, or other people randomly asking where the fuck her sister was.

She instead, gravatated towards the friendly looking people. They were rare, but it was still surprising the amount of people she had asked.

Maybe it was the photo, the girl clicked open her phone and looked at it. It had Autumn with a surprised expression as they looked up from what they were doing.

It was still visible how many scars they had. The former scoffed and turned off the phone.

Jazzy music played throughout the streets as the sun lowered. It was now 4:00 PM and of course it was getting dark.

They faintly remebered the person they were looking for to stay inside at night. Of course, this peeked their curiousty, but they weren’t trying to be another victim.

A victim of what exactly?? Well, of the series of brutual murders that were going around. Men and woman turned up dead left and right, some had their throats cut out. Some had seviere bruising, just what exactly was this person doing to them?!

The person had to be serverly messed up, the victims bodies proof of that. It was like the bodies were the person taking out their mental state out on them.

The orange-nette grimnaced at the thought of becoming a victim. Yet, that was probably on everyone’s minds. This person was clearly a danger.

They blinked a few times, why were they so focused on this?? Autumn was more imporant!!

The older sister groaned softly and passed a crosswalk. She also flinched when someone slightly came up behind her.

“Summer??” A voice called.

It was medium toned, so she couldn’t tell who it belonged to. She turned slightly and saw bright blue eyes and soft blonde hair around a pretty face.

“Nari?!” She walked slightly backwards.

Nari was also aquaintated with the older sibling aswell. They had met once or twice, the older noticing how she was attracted to her sister.

“Ahaha..it’s nice..to uhm..see someone from highschool..” She softly laughed.

The same heighted girl raised an eyebrow at this. The nari she knew was much more..upbeat! Not extremely, but enough to be considered atleast mellow.

But the one walking behind her had eyebags, a thinner face, along with a sort of exhausted and almost wretched vibe coming off of her.

“Are you okay?” It slipped out.

The blonde blinked a few more times in surprise before smiling nervously.

“Oh..uhm..yeah just uh..tired..say!-do you want to eat somewhere? Or atleast talk??” She looked away before snapping back to them.

The green eyed female placed a lop-sided smile on her face and nodded.

The duo pulled to the side and quickly entered a shop. It wasn’t a cafe’, it just looked like a store where you ordered food.

“Do you want anything? I’ll pay.” Nari questioned.

The green eyed girl glanced at the menu and squinted. She leaned forwards before turning towards the other.

“I’ll take a veggie’ sandwhich with choclate milk.” She bluntly answered.

It looked like the other tried not to laugh as she gave her order.

“Veggie’ sandwhich with choclate milk, really??” She replied.

The ginger only blew out a puff of air and shook her head.

“Please..that’s why your somewhat shorter then me.” She smirked bitterly and leaned a little closer.

The blue eyed girl raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah? I think we level out though..” She simply said before turning away.

Summer smiled lightly, the other girl seemed more relaxed now. She could faintly hear her ordering some food before flashing a grin at Summer and making a ‘c’mere’ motion.

“Here.” She softly said before siting down.

They blinked, Nari always had a sort of soft beauty about her.

“Woah..” The other let out, getting a better look at her face.

As they said before, she defentily did look older. But she still had the cute freckles, and almost clear skin.

“What?” The said girl spoke up, a knowing grin on her face.

That was another thing about her, her eyes always scrunched up in joy from her smile. Sometimes her nose also scrunched up.

“You just look..simaliar to how you did back then..” They said slowly.

The blue eyed girl sitting across from them laughed. Her eyes closed and she held her cheek.

“Ah, charming, however..no matter how long it’s been, my heart still belongs to your sister.”

The older blinked a few times, eyes wide. Seriously?! Why was everyone chasing after their sister today?!

“Seriously?! You still want to date her?!” They gawked.

Nari was about to answer but an order name was called as she got up. She quickly walked over and picked a tray up before smoothly walking back and sorting the food.

“What can I say? Autumn has posion. Sure, she might be different now. But she still has that..aura about her..” She described.

The ginger only grunted before stabbing a straw into her choclate milk.

“Well, I have no idea where she is..” She mummbled.

The ladder had her sandwhich raised to her mouth before pausing. She lowered it slightly as she glowered at her.

“What do you mean?? You didn’t move here?” She questioned.

“Oh no, I’m just here visting Autumn. I’m also living here for a couple months.” She shurgged and took another chug of her milk.

Nari Jeong didn’t say anything for a while before completly setting her sanwhich down and staring at her. One hand held her cheek while the other tapped its fingers in a rythmatically way.

“Living here while the murders are at a peak..that’s sort of risky, don’t you think??” She asked.

Summer couldn’t help but agree. Yeah, it was risky. When Summer gave the driver where she wanted to be dropped off at when she first arived, he made a face.

“Yeah, but you live here too.” She answered before taking a bite out of her own sandwhich.

The long haired blonde leaned forward, fingers digging into her cheek. The mood switched suddenly, it seemed like she was on edge.

“Mm..hey, is something wrong?? You seem..tense..” The former spoke through their mouthful, kind of gross.

Nari sighed deeply and took a long look at the others face. What would they say if she spoke about what she thought was right? She wasn’t a dectective or anything..

But these crimes were unatural, the attacker had to have some mental stuff going on. There’s no way the female across from her did it. Even if she was mentally ill.

This person clearly was driven by motovation, by anger. By greif, by whatever THE FUCK. All of these people..were victims..

And they all went to the same highschool she did.

“Nari?” Summer brought her back.

She couldn’t take it anymore, she had to say it. They could get mad, hell, maybe even give her some crude words.

“I think your sibling is the one causing this murders.”

“…….” As soon as she said that, everything went pitch silent.

It was like both of them stopped breathing, their sandwhich held in their hands froze. Their expression blank as they took this in.

Before..

“What.” They blurted.

It wasn’t a question, it was a demand. A demand for the yellow-nette to explain just exactly what the fuck was going on with her head.

“Yes, I think Autumn Candell is the murder. Surely you’ve noticed it by now, haven’t you?” She contuined, gulping.

The other candell sibling only stared at her with bland eyes. It was like they were going through the possbilties in their head.

“That they’re all people we went to school with??” She finished.

Summer sat the sandwhich down and came dangerously close to Jeong’s face. This made the blue-eyed girl sweat-drop and lean back.

“Look, I don’t know what your fucking problem is. But if this is another fucking joke of an excuse for me to tell somebody more about my sister, I’ll add you to the body count. Stay the fuck away from me and Autumn.” She vemonsly whispered.

As soon as Summer stood up and harshly turned away, the other female grabbed her wrist.

“Summer-Summer!! Please just-just wait a second! The killer might be suffering from some mental illness, like PTSD! It could be anything really, aren’t you concerned?!” She tried to stop her.

The bright eyed girl whipped around and practically tore her arm away from the other. She scowled at glared down at her.

“So your saying Autumn has PTSD, now? I wouldn’t dobut that. But like I said, I want you out of here.” She hissed.

“So Autumn does have PTSD??” The younger whispered.

Green eyes only seemed to fuel with more disgust and irratation. She yelped when hands curled around her shirt, dragging her closer.

“So what if they do?! You gonna’ add that to your insanity theory, huh?? God, your a fucking physco’.” They said before roughly letting go and storming out the door.

Once she got her barrings again, she reached a hand out but she was too late, she always was. She glanced towards the shop owner but they were busy and had headphones on.

“Damnit!” She scowled.

“Nari??” Autumn called out.

The blonde flinched slightly and turned towards her. It hurt looking at her, she was so pretty. You could practically put a halo around her and it would fit right in.

“Ah, yeah what’s up?” She turned her attention to the shorter.

They smiled at her and handed over a box. It was neatly wrapped and had a blue ribbon ontop. She looked up and raised an eyebrow as they nervously laughed.

“Happy brithday..?” They said, a small tint of pink covering their face.

Ah that’s right, it was her brithday, wasn’t it? She grinned and looked at the cat wrapping paper.

“Thanks, I apperiacte it.” She spoke.

They grinned back and leaned forward a little. Nari Jeong couldn’t help but notice the ring on their left hand. A pretty emerlad green.

“Well?! Open it!~” They nudged.

The slightly taller girl only smiled wider and opened it. She blinked a few times before slightly squealing.

“Ah!! No way!! A smiths album?!” She freaked out.

Autumn smiled with her eyes closed and backed away a little. She was happy the other liked her gift. Even if Summer had told her to go with a Cars album.

“You’ like it?” She rytorchically asked.

The yellow-nette held the vinyl album closer to her and innocently smiled.

“I love it so much! How did you know I loved them?” She beamed before leaning forward.

The green eyed girl blinked a few times before tensing and blushing. Her eyes darted anywhere but towards Nari.

“Uhm..lucky guesssss’..???” She drawled out.

“Summer told you, didn’t she.” She deadpanned.

Autumn laughed even more nervously and blushed harder.

“Sorry! You just don’t talk about yourself much!” She apologized.

The other simply shook her head before sitting the vinyl down on her desk. The shorter nervously glanced at it, was she mad??

“Come here..~” She mummbled before grabbing her and leaning down to kiss her cheek.

She pulled away swiftly, grabbing her things and leaving the Candell sibling by herself.

“Ugh..” She groaned, grabbing her own cheeks, annoyed.

Autumn was silent as she sat ontop of the roof. She blacked out again and even more blood was on her clothes. She assumed she was on the rooftop of the old school.

Funnily enough, this was the same place that started everything. All her murders and deaths. She blandly looked down.

Jesus, to think they fell from this height. In the distance you could see lights and buildings blink and wink at you. She scowled and ran a hand through her hair.

Was it just her was she feeling light headed all of the sudden?? The bloody killer decided to get up anyways and swayed before panicking.

“Stop it.” She leaned away from the edge but it felt like she was slipping.

Her breath picked up and her eyes zoned in on the ground. Jesus, was the ground suposed to be looking that close?!

“Stop it stop it..” She breathed.

She scowled and pushed herself to sit down on a bench. Why was it like her body was pushing herself to the ground. Why was it like the rooftop wasn’t straight?!

“Fucking..” She trailed off, leaning her head back.

They flinched when the heard footsteps on the roof. Who exactly?? School was out and no one should be up here.

“There you are..” A raspy voice said, sounding like they had cried.

The ginger immeditally tensed and whipped around. Their eyes searched around frantically before landing on a person. They had blonde hair and big eye bags.

“What are you doing?” The voice asked again.

Autumn swiftly stood up, body still facing the person.

“Better question, what are YOU doing?” She repeated, bitterly.

They laughed a little more before sighing, they came a little closer. The orange-nette squinted before pausing.

“Nari Jeong?!” She blurted out.

The long haired other female smiled in relief. Yeah, it was her. She didn’t know exactly how she ended up here. Maybe to reminse.

“I didn’t actually think you’d be here..consdering and all..” She trailed off.

Autumn scoffed and backed away a little more. The ocean eyed other looked a little worried.

“I’m not scared.” She spat.

And true, she didn’t look scared. No, she looked angry. She looked frustrated and annoyed.

“Just..WHY are YOU here?!..” They tried to yell but it cancelled out at some points.

Nari Jeong frowned and looked away. She should’ve knew better, that they were angry. They were frustrated and tired.

“I know you killed them, Autumn..” She mummbled.

A gust of wind blew by, blocking her from seeing their face as their hair blew infront of it. The blood on their clothes soaked and coated the air with it.

“Can you fucking blame me?” She blandly questioned.

Yes, yes she could.

“Your actually killing-!!” She was cut off by them angrily grabbing their hair.

“SHUT UP!!’ SHUT THE ACTUAL FUCK UP!! LOOK, WHATEVER YOUR TRYING-HA- TO FUCKING DO HERE- ITS NOT WORKING!! YOUR JUST AN ANNOYING CUNT.” She glared.

The taller was geniuley taken aback by the hate in her eyes. It was pure, veomn, hatered. She had enough.

“You’ve always been fucking annoying. What, you about’..you about’ to fucking confess your love for me or something?! Damn right! Because everyyyyyyoneee’ JUST FUCKING LOVES AUTUMN FUCKING CANDELL!! HAHAHAHA-?!” She contuined.

“Instead of being a constant fucking pain in my ass, you could’ve helped! But no-your here! And annoying as fucking EVER.” She hissed, grabbing the ladder by their collar.

The girl stared at her with shaky eyes. Jeong leaned away and paled slightly.

“Stupid.” She simply whispered before pushing her back upright.

The blue eyed girl blinked before furrowing her eye brows. There was something seriously wrong with her..maybe it’s because she didn’t get proper help.

“Autumn, somethings wrong-!” She tried to start.

“What, with me?? Well, no fucking shit Nari! You wouldn’t lose your mind after dying five times over?!” She sarcastically asked.

The female frowned deeper and took a few steps back on her own.

“I..I just want to help..”

“Right. And what good do you think HELP of all things will do?” They quickly replied.

In all honesty, she didn’t know. She was just saying stuff at this point, did they know it?? Probably.

“I…don’t you remeber..?” She stummbled over her words again.

Green pine eyes shifted back and forth in confusion.

“Remeber what?”

“Us! Us, Autumn!” Her voice cracked as she quickly caught them off guard by grabbing their face.

“Hey, Nari!” The ginger grabbed the other girl’s attention swiftly.

“Hm?” She hummed.

She shoved something into her hands, she was tempted to think it was another gift. But when she looked down, it was a coat.

“I’m going up to the roof to meet Micheal, he wanted to talk about something..can you hold this for me??” She explained before leaning forward.

She didn’t seem the way her friends hands twitched or her hands. Nari could only flash a closed eyed smile.

“Sure. I’ll wait for you.” She simply said.

The former breathed out before grinning. She quickly waved bye before heading up to the roof.

When Autumn opened up the gate to the roof, they were greated by their boyfriend in all his glory.

“Ah, there you are my love.” He noticed.

She placed a giddy grin on her face and walked over. They quickly tucked a piece of hair behind their ear before leaning closer, hands behind their back.

“Hey, Micheal! What do you want to talk about-!” They started.

“Nari Jeong.” He cut them off.

The shorter blinked a few times, posture going a little stiff. The dark haired male raised an eyebrow.

“What’s wrong?? You don’t think I’m THAT dense, do you?” He questioned.

She glanced away for a second before furrowong her eyebrows.

“Micheal, what are you talking about? Nari and me are just friends.” She firmly asked.

He only rolled his eyes, scoffing. He leaned back and stuffed his hands into his pockets, looking away aswell.

“She doesn’t seem to think that.” He scoffed.

The younger quickly scowled and came a little closer. Micheal immedtially backed up some, whistling.

“You think I’m cheating?” She whispered.

The taller didn’t answer, eyes darting away. She scoffed out a laugh before running a hand softly through her hair.

“I’m not cheating, Micheal.” She hissed.

The dark eyed male seemed to have enough as he grabbed her shoulders.

“Just shut up, Autumn.” He groaned before kissing her.

The gesture was unwelcome, as they quickly moved back. They narrowed their green eyes at him.

“‘Just shut up, Autumn’?? Who do you think you are?” She angirly questioned.

“Uhm?? Your boyfriend?” He laughed.

She scowled again and took off her headband, undoing her hair. Her emerlad eyes flicked back and forth.

“Your not my boyfriend. Your not acting like the man I fell in love with.” She bit.

The brown eyed male blinked before bursting out in laughter. The ginger took a quick glance behind her before glancing back towards him.

“Uhm!- News flash, darling, men change. I’m not that sweetheart, sappy and somewhat flirty guy you fell in love with!” He sarcastically said before reaching towards her again.

She swiftly moved back again and frowned.

“What’s wrong with you?! Stay away from me!” Her voice cracked.

Why did this hurt? Why did it feel like her heart was breaking in two?? Why was he acting so lustful?!

“Please..stop..” She whispered.

He didn’t, he only came closer. Now both of them were practically on the edge of the roof. There was no gate protecting from one of them falling off.

“Autumn, I love you..you know that, right..?” Micheal asked.

The long haired girl glanced down before quickly back up.

“Do you?” She mummbled.

“Yes.” Air, whipping through her hair.

She was falling, why? She could feel her body lose control as her eyes stared up at the roof she had just been on.

She blinked before screaming. It was too late, her body had flipped around and she was facing the ground now. The ground had never seemed to threatening.

The ground was something to ground you, as it were. But when you crashed into it, it was scary.

They could faintly hear commotion going on, people stopping in place and then..

*CRUNCH, SPLAT*

It was sickening to hear, even to Autumn’s now fading hearing.

“AAAAAAAA-!!!” Multiple people screamed, some running away, some standing shocked.

Their body twitched in reflex, but they closed their eyes. Funnily enough, they didn’t really feel any pain. Rather more then confusion.

Didn’t..didn’t Micheal say..he loved them..?

Ha, shit..their brain was failing them now..

Damnit…

Well, whatever….people would probably mark..mark it as a..suicide or..or something..

And all went silent.

“Stop it, stop it, stop it!!” The now present time girl clutched her hair again.

Nari Jeong took this chance to quickly move her away from the edge. She flinched though when they practically fell over themself, on the ground.

“Get away..get away from me..” She whispered, laying her hands flat on the ground, hair blocking her vison.

“Autumn..hey..” The lighter eyed girl cooed.

The shorter flinched away and dug her nails harshly into the flooring.

“Stop it..” She repeated.

There was nothing Nari Jeong could say or do to bring them back. They were stuck in their own memories. Maybe for a couple minutes, maybe forever.

The blonde bit her lip and looked away. What was she suposed to do?? She could easily end all of this, turn them into the police.

But..

She glanced back towards the Candell sibling and bit harder.

Fucking hell..

She quickly took something out of her bag and wrote something down on a small piece of paper. She carefully slid it underneath the other female.

Through her haze of mind, and well, tears, Autumn’s breath hitched. A pale hand right out of the corner of her eye slid her something. It fell right under her chest and she looked down.

‘Hi, my name’s Nari Jeong! What’s your name?’

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(WOOO EAT MY ASSSS)

[mr-m-murdock]

forever asking for it 

| natasha x reader | 

summary: it started out as an affair. and yeah, that sounds bad, but it gets worse.

warnings: sugar mommy!nat, toxic relationship dynamics, possessiveness etc, reference to sex : rating [M]

a/n: read at ur own peril bc I know yall get mighty horny on here. dont look at me like that - also is this 18+??? idk but to be safe im gonna weed out of the taglist yall who don’t have your age in your bio

Natasha likes to spend. Specifically, on you. Maybe it's a little freedom, maybe it's spite, maybe it's the face that the money's there and for fuck's sake it won't go anywhere if she doesn't spend it. And you're in the perfect proximity to be spoilt. That doesn't make you feel any easier about it all. Not that you're complaining.

It wasn't like this at first. No, it started with a party and an introduction and four tequila shots. This is how it started:

Wanda dragged you here. She put you in borrowed clothes and silver rings and she pulled you with her into the goddamn limo she'd been sent by the host. You couldn't exactly have said no.

But now you're here, sipping champagne from a flute made of real crystal, alone with an elbow on the bar trying your best to look like you belong.

The venue is a hall, so long and wide you can barely see the ceiling, and a chandelier drips through the air like a frozen waterfall. Everything is marble-white and so expensive you're probably marking down the value just by standing on the floor.

"Hey," someone says. You startle like a nervous horse, and they laugh at you as you look over. There's a woman leaning at the bar behind you, back to the wood, elbows up on the surface. Her hair is twisted gracefully up, eyes jewel-dark and observing you studiously from their corners. You turn to face her, plastering an unsure smile onto your mouth.

She's breathtakingly beautiful, especially once she's fully in your sights. She's the very picture of elegance, one ankle crossed over the other. Perfectly at ease, but her gaze is sharp as a needle. She's holding a glass by the top, dangling it from her fingers. The champagne inside fizzes sadly.

"I'm Natasha," she says. Her voice is low and quiet and commands your ears like she's speaking right next to you.

You introduce yourself without stumbling over any words, and she gives you the barest of nods.

"You get ditched?" she asks, eyes flicking to the dance floor, then back to you.

"Um," you say. "Sort of. My friend Wanda brought me."

"I see," she says. She raises one eyebrow, a perfect, practised motion. It kind of makes you want to get on your knees and beg. "Friend?"

"Friend," you say firmly. As if she needs any confirmation. She seems like she could see right through you if she tried. Anyway, she's probably got a husband here somewhere, fetching her champagne. She looks like the kind of woman to have a man following her like a puppy. "What about you?" you ask. The words sound thick and stupid coming from your mouth.

Natasha raises her glass to her lips, still observing you carefully. She sips, then lowers it with a sigh. "One good thing I can say about Stark is he knows which champagne to serve," she says, almost conversationally. Her eyes flick down to your collar, then up to your face again. A smile materialises on her face. "And no, I'm here alone."

"Oh," you say. "Did you get a limo too?"

"I don't need one. My chauffeur insisted on the Tesla."

"Um," you say again, trying your hardest not to let your surprise show on your face. Of course she's filthy rich, what were you expecting? It's a Stark party. The bar is made of mahogany, for Christ's sake. Natasha's smile widens into a grin.

"Oh, you are cute," she says. You blink at her, embarrassment turning to flame under your skin. "You wanna do shots?" she asks. She beckons to the bartender without taking her eyes off you and you stare at her, wide-eyed.

"Here?" you exclaim. "Now?" It's not that you're a lightweight. (It's not.) It's just that shots tend to make you a little stupid. Specifically around beautiful women with eyes like hers and the most expensive, flattering dress you think you've ever seen on a person and the most incredible legs you think you've ever seen on a person and-

"Why not?" she asks. She leans in conspiratorially close. "You look bored," she says playfully. "Pretty people shouldn't be bored." She winks.

"Are you bored?" you manage, even as the words stick like tar to your tongue. Natasha sets her glass down delicately on the bar.

"Always. What'll it be?" she asks. The bartender is listening intently, and you can't think with Natasha's eyes on you.

"Tequila," you say. Natasha's grin turns wicked.

The rest of the night isn't so much a memory as it is a blur of alcohol and bare skin and the sound of Natasha's voice.

It's not a one time thing. She orders you to drop call her the morning after, as she does her hair at the vanity and you lie boneless beneath the cool sheets, sunlight from wide windows glowing in strips over your face. Your hair is a mess and your arms are thrown above your head but when she looks over at you, her eyes gleam and her mouth curves gently up.

After that, she takes to calling you whenever she likes. You’ll see her name flash up on your phone at eleven in the morning, your phone buzzing through the wood of your desk. Or midnight, just as you’re about to pass out in front of the TV with takeout. You always answer. And if she asks you (orders you) to come round, you always do.

You find out about her husband five weeks later. 

Natasha hasn’t called you in three days and you thumb through your phone at work, feeling hopelessly strung along. She’s got her hooks in you, the low hum of her voice, the way she strokes your face before she kisses you, the thrill she’s planted in your chest that you can’t dig out. 

You open your text conversation with her. The last message is yours: I’ll be there in five Read 23:42

Your fingers descend hesitantly on the keyboard. You get two words in before you hit the delete button. Natasha calls the shots here, not you: if she’s not in the mood, she’s not in the mood.

But she must see you typing, because after a second those three little dots come up on her side of the screen. You watch, your stupid heart in your mouth.

I'm a little busy 13:44

My husband's come home 13:45

You stare at the screen. The seconds on your desk clock snap by.

Husband.

You feel massively, monumentally stupid.

You drop the phone in your desk drawer and slam it closed, heart thumping with- what? Anger? Humiliation? You bury your hot face in your hands and blow out a long, long breath. You might even start crying if you were pathetic enough to do that. How did you not see this coming?

Well, it was nice while it lasted. You should ignore her texts, block her number, scrub her address and her voice and the memory of her touch from your mind.

As if. As if you were ever able to resist her. Maybe you should give her a chance to apologise. Slowly, you pull your desk drawer open again. There’s two more texts from her lighting up your lock screen, and you unlock it and take a deep breath.

come round tonight 13:46

I’ve missed you 13:46

Well, she missed her chance. Fingers shaking, you type out a short reply.

your husband wants to join the fun, does he? Read 13:47

There’s a long, breathless wait. She begins to type, and you have the feeling she’s doing so deliberately slowly, to keep you on edge. She likes to play with you like that. Right now, it’s just infuriating you more.

you’re angry 13:49

You clench your phone in one hand, jaw tight. 

is this some moral dilemma you’ve got? 13:49

you know I’m not obligated to tell you anything I don’t want to 13:50

You can imagine her saying that, in her taut, commanding voice that has you obedient faster than anything else. You begin to type out another message, a finality that will cut the conversation short, but then another text appears and you pause.

come over tonight. not a request 13:51

And just like that, she’s gone again. The title at the top of the screen reads Inactive. In a rage, you throw your phone back into your drawer and thump your head against your desk. All you really want to do is scream aloud.

But you know you’ll go back.

And you do. You even dress up a little for her, sickening yourself as you pull on your clothes and check yourself in the mirror.

You let yourself in like you always do. She’s waiting for you in her vast, cavernous kitchen, leaning against the counter with a glass of wine in her hand. It’s so deep and vibrant a red that it almost looks like blood. She looks incredible, even in just jeans and a blouse, her hair still set in perfect loose curls, her rings gleaming in the warm yellow light. You pause and hover in the doorway, your face hot, your hands clenched in the fabric of your top. Natasha takes a long sip of her wine and turns her full attention on you, looking you up and down and missing nothing with those brilliant, glass-sharp eyes.

“Someone dressed up,” she says. She sets her glass down with a delicate clink. You can hear your heartbeat going like a rabbit in your throat. She tilts her head: inviting you to speak.

“Hi,” you say. The slightest of smiles appears on her lips, and you feel your mouth go a little dry. You’ve never been scared of her before, not really, just in awe. But now she looks downright dangerous. You get the feeling you’re going to pay for your angry text.

“Come here,” she says, beckoning you forward. You obey, stiff at the knees, and you walk up to her. She reaches for you when you’ve come to a stop a foot away, and tugs you in by the hips until your flush to her front. You make a shocked, involuntary sound, and reach out to brace yourself on the counter behind her. “I’m glad you listened,” she says. She traces the line of your jaw with her fingers. “You’ll be glad you listened, too. Soo enough.” You want to kiss her. You’re not sure if it’s the look in her eyes or simply the proximity, but suddenly you’re longing for her lips again. It’s been days.

She must catch the look in your eyes because she laughs, a cruel little sound. She fists a hand in your hair and pulls your head gently to the side, exposing your neck. You swallow nervously as she dips her head forwards. “You’re going to pay for that comment, though,” she says, her voice low, and she kisses your neck slowly. Your hands shake on the counter. You mustn’t touch her unless she tells you to.

Natasha drags her tongue across your skin, just below your ear, hot over your pulse. You feel the bite of her teeth over the soft skin of your throat and you let loose a tiny, panicked sound by accident.

“It’s okay, baby,” she says. She kisses your jaw. “You’re safe.” You don’t think you’ve ever felt less safe. You’re still waiting for the other shoe to drop, for her to snap and shove you up against a wall, or throw you over her knee. All these thoughts excite you, the spark of fear turning to arousal. 

“I’m sorry,” you say, barely even knowing what you’re apologising for. Her hand travels up the inside of your thigh and you take in a shuddering breath. Your arms are shaking now. You want so badly to touch her.

“I know,” she murmurs, into your ear. “And you’re gonna show me just how sorry you are, aren’t you?” 

You do. She makes sure you do, and she makes sure you feel it the next day. She’s not kind about it: she kicks you out at half three in the morning and makes you walk home on shaking legs, your ass raw and stinging, your neck covered in bruises.

After that, she’s more gentle with you. She allows you to stay overnight sometimes, if you fall asleep straight away. This way, you never really sleep in the same bed as her, because she talks you to sleep while cleaning you up, kneeling at your feet, and she’s always up before you wake. You like to watch her get ready under the pretense of being asleep, eyes half-closed. You know she sees right through your little act.

You watch her slip into work clothes, curl her hair, slide on her jewellery. It’s such a safe, intimate moment that for a little while you can pretend that you’re the only one she loves. That all the things she does for you, the things she buys for you, the way she kisses you, are all because she loves you and not because she’s subtly persuading you to stay, addicting you to her.

As time progresses, it intensifies. Your reliance on her becomes stronger, like the bond between you is shortening. She begins to spend more on you, even when you protest, when she’ll smile gently and tell you things like “You’ll look so pretty in it, baby,” or “Take it. For me.” Then you really can’t deny her. She knows you’re broke, and she knows that this is how she’s tying you to her.

She starts to call you round in the daytime, too. You take time off work to go see her, to sit on her lap while she works, like some kind of pet, or to eat lunch with her, or to go shopping. She loves to dress you up.

You don’t know how you let it get this far. But you know you’re never going to want it any other way.

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piercings

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note: hmmm… not sure how i feel about this. ending was kinda sucky but #whatever

warnings: none? not proofread so all mistakes are completely mine :(

idk im sleepy.

🏷: @c-is-writing

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natasha loved doing small, normal things outside of being an avenger. she cherished them way more than people would ever think. things like doing her nails every once in awhile or cooking dinner made her feel at ease, all the dramatics of being an avenger were put aside for the time being.

so when you’d asked her to go with you to get your ears pierced, natasha was more than happy to go with you. she tugged your hand the entire way out of the building and into her sleek, black corvette.

the redhead was even as kind as to open the passenger door for you.

“thank you, natty.”

“you know you’re the only person that calls me that.” she smirked, shutting her own car door.

“that’s because i’m the only person you let use that nickname.”

“there may be a little truth to that…”

the ride came to a stop shortly after your ten minute trip down the road. you were greeted with natasha by your side, helping you out of the car and into the tattoo parlor.

you signed the initial disclosure of your age and whatnot before anxiously sitting in the waiting room. natasha had to keep her hand on your knee to keep it from bouncing so much.

“nervous?”

“kinda. i’ve never had anything pierced other than the normal ear piercings everyone has.”

“it’s not too bad, you’ll be okay. besides, you’ve got me here.”

not too much longer and you were called back. you took a seat on the chair, kicking your feet back and forth above the ground as you watched the piercer get her supplies ready.

she marked you and you gave her confirmation that your new piercing would be in the right spot. natasha held onto your hand as you closed your eyes.

“alright, you’ll hear the sound of a crunch and that’s when you’ll know it’s through the cartilage.”

you squeezed nat’s hand tighter than before when you felt the metal needle align with the marked area.

“just breathe, my love. it’ll be over before you know it. if you want, when we’re done we can go stop by the ice cream shop just a few blocks away. how does that sound?”

“sounds good natty,” you whispered.

the crunch came sooner than expected and you flinched slightly in your seat.

“ow…”

natasha giggled, rubbing her thumb over the tops of your knuckles. she used her other hand to wipe away the stray tear that left your eye.

“see? i knew you could do it.”

the piercer stepped back after placing in the jewelry. she handed you a small mirror, pushing your hair out of the way so you could see her minor work of art.

“how do you like it?”

“i love it, thank you! do you like it, natty?”

you turned your head so natasha could see your new addition. “looks gorgeous. now lets get some saline and pay for it, yeah?”

you nodded, making your way out the room and behind the piercer.

“be sure to clean it twice a day and remember to be careful with it. your piercing will hurt for awhile. try not to get it hung on clothes or anything like that. don’t twist it or play with it until it’s healed and don’t sleep on that side of your body for at least a week. okay?”

“sounds great! thank you again, i hope to be back for something else in the future.” you left with a smile and natasha’s hand in yours.

when you got in her car you pulled the sun visor down, wanting to get another look at your piercing. a small frown graced your face when you notice how red your ear was.

“my ear’s all red natty, i look funny.”

“it’ll be okay.”

“but people will think it’s weird and they’ll stare.”

“well then they’ll have to deal with me now, won’t they?” she countered.

you shrugged, “i guess so…”

“damn right, you know so.”

“do you really like it? like one hundred percent?” natasha smiled, “baby you look hot with piercings.”

you rolled your eyes, “says you. you have like a billion other ear piercings.”

“yes, says me. now lets go get ice cream and then we can show the team your little surprise.”

“mkay natty.”

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Freshman Year

stoner!Atsumu x f!innocent!reader x stoner!Suna ft stoner!Osamu

warnings: Drug (weed), gangbang, oral (giving), anal, dubcon, fucking whilst high, university!au, sex tape, cockwarming, corruption kink, sleepy writing

words: 1.8k

To say you were inexperienced, naive and artless, they weren’t wrong. You’re the last person who would cheat on their essay and cause yet another headache to your lecturer. You’re the classic ‘goodie two shoes’ as Atsumu calls you, the same couldn’t be said about both Miya twins and Suna, however.

They are anything but good.

You should’ve listened to those whispers of warnings and rumours that made their way around the campus, how they’re the last people you’d want to get involved with despite their popularity among students. You either love them or hate them, there’s no in-between with valid reasons.

You don’t belong in their world, you know that. But it doesn’t stop Suna from wanting to strip the innocent of you. Maybe it's the way you smiled nervously at him or maybe the glare you gave Atsumu whenever he made those snarky comments, but one thing for sure is that he wants to show you what you’ve been missing.

“Suna...” It almost came out as a whine whilst your head fell back against his shoulder, dark iris swallowing those rings of colours whilst your lips parted delicately with a cute pout. “Hmm? What’s wrong?” He coo, arm resting snuggly and comfortably around your waist as he pulls you even closer to press a kiss on your temple. Chilling at the Miya’s with Suna and his friends has become a regular thing ever since your first proper encounter with him at the party, where your friend ditched you for another guy. Perhaps you should’ve seen through him before accepting his offer to keep your company that night, maybe then you could’ve avoided whatever this is between you and Suna. But would you’ve pushed him away if given the chance?

“Wan’ more...” You whimpered, earning a chuckle from the man as he peppered your cheeks with few more playful kisses before pulling away. “What do you want, princess? C’mon, use your words” Suna love to see it when you’re desperate like this in his arms, staring up at him with those bleary eyes, cheeks flustered and small hands trembling as you grasp at his jacket with wants. “Mmn... smoke... wan’ more of smoke...” You slurred between each hitched breath of yours, feeling a few pairs of eyes glued onto the both of you as Suna leaned closer after taking a drag of his blunt before letting the heavy white smoke slips past your plump lips like weightless velvet. Oh, if only you knew how alluring you are when taking every ounce of the fumes from him greedily. Close enough for both of your lips to slot together, but far away enough for a grin to tug at his lips before pulling away. “Still not used to taking it on your own hm?” Or maybe you just adore these tingles dancing against your skin every time Suna shotguns it to you, as if he’s feeding you his essence in the most sexual way possible.

“Ya babying her too much, Suna. Gonna end up spoiling her.” Atsumu wasn’t wrong, ever since his friend introduced you to an unfamiliar world of ecstasy, he has you wrapped around his fingers like a puppy on a leash. “Why not, jealous Tsumu?” You could barely listen to their conversation as a giggle slipped past your lips, Suna could still remember the time you took your first hit. Trying to copy him only for those bitter smoke tickles your throat, making you cough with tears swelling from your eyes. It was cute though, he praised you for being a good girl, done so well on your first try as he wiped away those tears before wrapping those legs around your waist to give you the fucking of your life and the rest was history.

It was Suna who got you addicted to... him.

“You bet, how come she’s always hanging off your arm when you guys aren’t even together?” Astumu scoffed as shifts from his seat, watching from the opposite sofa with a frown over his defined features. It is unfair really, how you’ve chosen Suna over anyone else. Atsumu would love to slips his arms around you once in a while too, playing with those pretty lips of yours whilst you get drunk of him instead.

Despite no strings attached between you and Suna, shaking your head no as soon as he mumbles softly under his breath, beckoning you to go sit with Atsumu but no — you didn’t want to. “Nnu...Wanna stay...” Instead, your grip tightens on the fabric of his jacket, snuggling further into him until your head is buried at the crook of his neck.

If only you’re sober enough to see the faint but taunting smug smile Suna have stretched across his lips as he shrugged at his friend, guiding you to sit properly on his lap instead with your back facing Atsumu. “Better luck next time.”

God knows how long you’ve been sitting like this, legs folded on either side of Suna’s lap as you rest against his broad shoulder. Pins and needles crawl up your numb legs, shifting with an uncomfortable whine. To think Suna would waste a perfect opportunity like this, you’d be wrong, especially when all if most of his companions are high off their heads to even notice what the two of you’re about to do. “Baby, want my cock?” Suna isn’t subtle about it either, bulge poking at your clothed core. The mention of his cock was enough to have your clouded mind runs wild, grinding against his clothes erection with an eager nod. This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve cockwarm Suna in front of other souls like this, Tsumu would shuffle towards the both of your and join in occasionally. Shotgunning you with his own blunt whilst lazily as he jerks off to your moans and tangle bodies. “What happened to the sweet innocent princess we knew?

As the time you spend with Suna and the Miya twins grew, so did your confidence. Becoming more familiar with the substance than you originally were, however. It was naive of you to think you could do this properly on your own without Suna here to keep you out of trouble because you’re a big girl who knows how to take care of herself. But instead, you have taken a pretty big hit, blame Atsumu. It was his idea to lower the amount of tobacco this time around, instead of feeling the familiar high you have with Suna; this is something way stronger.

How did you end up atop of Tsumu with his cock buried deep inside your dripping cunt, you have no idea. Only remembering fragments of things he had said to you prior to this, “Suna aren’t here is he? Shame. Let me be Suna tonight for ya, baby. Ride me inside, bet I could treat ya better than ‘im, c’mon baby, don’t be shy. It’s not like he’s ya boyfrien’ or anythin’.” That’s all you could remember before a snap of Atsumu’s hips snapped you out of your thought, drawing a meal from your lips. “C’mon, baby. Don’t hide that pretty voice from me now.”

Atsumu’s little plan would’ve been a success if it wasn’t for Osamu, consider it payback. Call him selfish if you want, but seeing his twin brother knocking the breath out of your lungs sparks his jealousy. Sure he could’ve joined in easily but what’s the fun in that?

Suna has been stood by the door for a while now, watching as you desperately bounces on Atsumu’s cock and moaning his name between each of those sloppy kisses. But still, that stoic face remained unbothered, maybe a twitch here and there but nothing major, the completely opposite of what Samu thought he would do. After all, despite Suna saying he doesn’t care nor does he wants you, everyone knows how much he cares for you enough to keep you around for as long as he has. Instead, Suna approached the two of you. Yanking your head up those sweaty locks of yours whilst you could barely register the shift in his eyes, “You knew this was gonna happen didn’t you? Just wanted an excuse to fuck Tsumu.”

He wasn’t wrong, both Miya twins shares the same face and it is hared to ignore their handsome features after all.

Osamu was dumbfounded when Suna positioned himself behind you instead, not only did he not have a good go at Tsumu but at the end decide to join too before prepping your rear end the best way he can before inching in, frowning as he does. “Fuck... just as I expected. You’re so fucking, right baby”

Neither one of them paid attention to Samu before Suna caught him palming at his jeans, only then did he come closer with his cock freed with one hand whilst the other holding a phone and hit record. You should see the way your lips parts whenever you’re close or the complete fucked our expression that suits you so well, no worries though; Samu will keep a good record seeing as how well you take all three of them together with Samu’s cock lodge deeply down your throat, stuffing you full with all ends.

At least this time you are not the only one who’s slurring nonsense as you came, Tsumu was the first one to pump you full of his cum first then it was Samu and lastly Suna. Showering you in praises and kisses before the younger Miya twin decides to take up the aftercare duty upon himself since Tsumu has already blacked out and Suna doesn’t look that far off either with the remaining blunt in his hand.

Samu is the gentlest of them all, washing you carefully as though you’re a glass doll. Having you put on one of his shirts and setting you on the kitchen counter whilst he cooks, earning small nods and hums from you whenever he asks you a question. Samu’s surprise you even managed to hold yourself this well before finally crashing against his shoulder, it was a struggle to get you to eat some food and drink some water but he did anyway.

Only for Suna to snatch you away again with a wave of his hand and a pat on his lap, you practically scrambled out from Samu’s arms and into Suna’s chest. Snuggling comfortably against him with a content smile on your face.

At the end of the day, you are Suna’s precious little princess. He’s the one who shown how to roll a joint, how to smoke from a bong and be a little rebellious. The Miyas twins could hook up with you as many times as they want, but he knows you’d be running back to him as soon as it is over.

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Drunk in Love

Summary:  Getting drunk and confessing your love for your “boy” friend and fucking him was most definitely not what you expected to go down on the usual night.

Pairing: Issei Matusukawa x Reader

Tags: Timeskip!Tattoed Mattsun, softdom!issei Hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, smut, fluff, virgin!reader, Unptrotected sex, non-penetrative sex, fingering, oral, pussy/thigh job, clit slapping, sweet dirty talk, praise, drunk sex

Word count: 7.2k

A/N: I heard pussy job and I wrote a whole ass novel

18+ Minors DNI

You run your finger over the condensation of your empty drink, drawing shapes (or what you thought to be shapes, you couldn’t tell at this point) waiting for your dear friend, Makki to bring you a refill of your cocktail.  

“Here ya go.” Makki said as he returned with your beloved Malibu Sunset. The smooth coconut rum bringing you back to your first and favorite drink that you ever got drunk on in high school. You smiling at the memory

“Thanks.” you say. Your reply being mumbled by the liquid already in your mouth.

This all started with Iwaizumi calling Mattsun up, you and Makki hearing “You wanna get wasted?” on the other side of the phone. And with pleasure, you two were already packing your stuff up, shoving yalls “pregame” bottles back in the bag. The three of you made your happy way there climbing through the fence of the abandoned skate park you were in. Needles to say it was abandoned for a reason, but what’s life without a little danger.

You three and the rest of the third years have been friends since high school, meeting in freshman year, and now including Oikawa’s girlfriend. You actually didn’t like Oikawa at first, his “pretty boy” demeanor making you internally cringe. But his personality grew quickly on you, being the perfect target to tease you and Iwa clowning him over everything.

Now back to you on your nth drink, complaining about your previous job that fired you because u got injured, even though you know you wouldn’t have lasted long there anyways because you weren’t that academically inclined. Bright? Whatever you wanted to call it.

And as-usual it wasn’t long before your crybaby ass immediately called Makki and Issei and “tried” your best to tell them what happed with your dramatic self-induced tears running down you race, while Makki urged to you to try to calm down and Issei straight up laughing at the state your were in, snot running out of your nose. You recoiling at the thought, hoping they forgot. (Spoiler, they didn’t)

But now you nanny for a rich couple and you get payed good to play with cute babies all day, sounds good to you! Luckily, you had the week off due to them going on a vacation, you think it was France, no, the south of France. Must be nice.

Cue to now, Mattsun chuckling and leaning on you and Iwaizumi; both of you, especially Iwa, being visibly done with his shit. Him reminding you about the times you bought him some random shit, which you went out of your way for since he always payed for you, like that chopper keychain because you said it reminder you of him.

He didn’t know what compelled you to say his 6’2, tattooed built self looked like a tiny reindeer but okay. It still meant a lot to him, hooking it onto his motorcycle keys. But you knew he appreciated it, despite his appearance he’s a softie.

“You wanna try this’” He says gaining his composure offering you one of the shots he got.

You took one of the mini glasses, not being the type to back down and promptly swung the drink to the back of your mouth, quickly coughing before it even reached your throat.

“This shit is fucking gross.” You coughed out bringing the glass down from your lips.

  “Imagine being sober. Can’t relate.” He said taking another shot.

  “I guess I should do that but ive passed the point of giving a fuck” You said sending yall into a giggling fit while somehow Makki was thrown in to support yall from falling over. You two carry on laughing ignoring everyone’s stares at you thinking about how much yall fit perfectly together.  

   Makki rearranges himself to sit back in his chair, far away, from the both of you, whispering “Damn. I’m really third wheeling.” under his breath. Getting a snicker out of Oikawa sitting next to him.

   “When your best friends are ignoring you. Sad times.” He continues bringing his bottle to his mouth getting no response.

  Issei chuckles and gets up shoving his hands in his pocket reaching for the cigarettes. Pulling them out while failing to find his lighter

  “Fuck.” He muttered

  “Any’all got a light?”

  No one responds so you sacrifice yourself “Yeah” you say reaching into your pocket grabbing out your prized possession of a hot pink, bedazzled lighter that you did yourself, reaching out to hand it to him.

  “Don’t lose it” you stated seriously trying not to break a smile.

  “K’ sweet cheeks.” He said smirking into the butt between his lips as he walked away. Your face now burning up, hoping that everyone would think it was because of the alcohol.

  You mind wanders, thinking about the “dates” you two go on, from watching shows you “forcing” him to watch some romantic anime, to going to the skatepark, to playing video games with the rest of the 3rd years (which you don’t really like but you’ll play for him) and him surprising you with takeout, you bringing out candles trying your best to make it cute with him telling u everything you everything about his day.

  And you always tried to remain calm, even though sometimes he deserved to get his ass beat, like that one time he broke one of your favorite pair of heels. It honestly hurt him even more, he wanted you to get mad at him but no, you just acted like nothing happened. Making the guilt rise in him. Let’s just say didn’t have to lift a finger for the next few weeks.

You basically babied him, taking care of all his “chores”, mainly making him food when you were at his place knowing he hated doing it. Makki teasing you for acting like his housewife, leading to you slapping the shit outta him while trying to cover your now red cheeks.

You’ve never been so grateful for your attire at the moment, blessing yourself for not wearing your usual outfits of short skirts and cute tops, defending yourself saying what housewife dresses in beat up vans and baggy clothes. You definitely not imaging yourself in that position for the rest of the day.

 You expressed that you just liked to take care of people, which was true. You always looked out for them, bringing an extra umbrella, to bringing cookies you made at 2 in the morning to school, always carrying band-aids (yes, the paw patrol ones you took from the kids you babysit).

You checked the time on your phone seeing it was late since the sun at last went down, your lock screen being your dogs to their complaint since they have a group photos of you all from high school as theirs. To which you replied “They’re my babies” getting a groan and huff out of them.

  Seeing the notifications of your group chat you grinned at the contact name you and Issei gave each other; yall jokingly call each other pet names, his contact being honeybun and yours being pumpkin, even including Makki in your contacts as pudding bc then it wasn’t weird, right? no.

  “What’re you smiling at y/n?” Oikawa cheekily asks teasing you. You turn to him giving him a dirty look, not having enough energy to deal him right now.

  “Don’t listen to his bullshit.” Oikawa’s girlfriend says. You’re thankful for her. She was always on your side, being the only other girl in your friend group. To be honest you just wanted her and you to hang out most of the time, but of course to your disapproval her boyfriend and his friends had to join in.

  “Fuck this. Fuck you. I’m sleeping.” You say getting up to her objection, the only thing on your mind wanting to retire for the night.

  “You sure you’ll be fine? Let us at least walk you home.” She said already grabbing her boyfriend’s arm.

  “Nah, im good. I live right down the road.” You try to say not slurring. The last thing you want is him teasing you even more, especially in this state, knowing you, you’d probably start crying at the slightest irritation when youre this drunk.

    You started to “walk” towards your house resting  your hand against the brick walls to not lose your balance, leading you to run into Issei. You stopped to watch him lean against the alley holding a cigarette between his index and middle finger.

  “I’m hiding like a bitch” He says noticing you, resting his weight against the wall.

 “Wanna be a bitch with me? He grinned  blowing out the smoke out with his words.

You didn’t reply, just walking over to him, just being around him made you feel warm.

"Fuck its windy.” He says trying to light a new cig.

“C’you make me a house?” He asks.

You go up and put your hands around his cigarette, this not being your first time. Your hands wrap a little tighter to prevent the wind from burning out his flame. He joins you with his free hand helping, finally getting his cig to light.

 “Thanks doll” He smirks.

“No problem princess.” You reply earning a laugh out of him.

He takes his first hit with his and your hands still wrapped around it. He gets an up-close look at your hands, noticing how tiny they were, seeing all the scars that he never noticed, making a mental note to ask you how you got them later.

His head gets close to yours for the first time in a while due to his height. You glance at his face, noticing his features seeing some stubble growing on his face.

“You ain’t shave?” You ask, never seeing it in the past, while he was moving back up, blowing the smoke away from you.

“What, you don’t like my majestic beard? “He jokes. Making you giggle almost losing your balance before catching yourself on the wall.

  “s’too much work.” He starts. “You wanna shave it for me?” he says slightly leaning towards you. Handing you back your lighter knowing you didn’t need him to carry it because your pants actually had pockets in them for once.

You let out a soft laugh not responding again. He catches on, you got quiet when you were tired and he made out that you were walking towards your house.

“You going home?” he asks already knowing the answer.

“Yeah.” You respond more than happy to have him walk you back, him already moving to walk next to you.

He walks you home, you two talking about random shit, both of you forgetting about your skateboards leaving Makki to deal with them. And even though you’re drunk as fuck you’re still in the right state of mind, carrying a normal conversation with him. But just because you’ve built a tolerance doesn’t mean you can do basic tasks, like walk correctly.

When he reaches your house, he types in the keycode, your first dogs birthday, being glad that you, him and Makki have each other’s memorized.

He leads you into you house setting you on the couch, petting your dogs that ran up to him.

“Mommy’s not feeling too good” He said giving them the affection they deserved.

“Yes I am.” You slurred getting them attention on you now.

He walked over to your counter putting on the playlist that you two made together on shuffle, High fashion being the first to play. You didn’t like when it was quiet because too many thoughts would run though your head. You were in no way sad, singing the lyrics while you were laughing barely being able to hold yourself up as proof.

Remembering you were tired, he takes you off the couch and borderline carries you to your room, , setting you on your plush blankets that you had so many of because it was warm and comfy.

 “Easy, there. Try to sit up.”He said, trying to ask you what draws your pj’s were in because he didn’t want to snoop around; neither of you being bothered that you were half naked, what’s the difference between panties and a bikini, he thought remembering the times you’ve been to the beach together.  

Well it was maybe the fact that you were clinging onto him because u stumbled into him and he was closest stable thing around and you wouldn’t let go because it was cold and you couldn’t stop shaking.

 He ignores his thoughts and grabs the shirt he got out figuring you don’t need to change your bra because you told him and Makki that it was normal to keep it on for a few days after they were in awe as you were explaining how expensive they were. You calling Oikawa’s girlfriend to prove your point as she immediately agreed with you…Sometimes you might have got a little too comfortable with them.

You hear the song in the background change to Love Songs, you humming along, “Hope you smile when you listen.”

You were still holding on to him, your boobs squeezing against him, him only being able to put a t-shirt on you, while you looked up at him with your red glossy eyes making him burn up.  

You fidget timidly with your face now in his chest while gripping his sweater. Trying to build up the little courage you had. He tilts your head up making you look at him, wondering what you were thinking about.

  You try to express yourself, but you can’t get the words out him having no idea what is going on in your head at the moment.

“It’s okay to be nervous sometimes. Tell me” He gently says reading your body language. He was intuitive, so there was no way you could hide your feelings from him.

But you knew you could trust him, him having full self-control, always staying collected and following through on what he said he’d do.  He went out of his way to avoid any friction coming between you two, him never raising his voice or starting an argument.

“We need to talk.” You started. “About something important.”

“Ok…What is it?” He questioned rubbing his hands on your back. You were so nervous, were you really about to say this? Confess your feelings that you’ve pushed to the back of your heart for so long?

“I… I l… I love your face. And the stuff in it. and around it.” You spoke, being surprised you did it stutter.

He stood there, hands stopped moving trying to process what you just said.

“Just you, in general…”  You finally confess trying to state three things at once barely getting your words out.

But he understood exactly what you meant, or maybe he was warping what you said to fit what he wanted.

  "I don’t even know when I started liking you, but this shit won't go away." You restated

  Nope. He clearly just heard you say that.

  He doesn’t understand what’s so different about today. Yall have been in this scenario multiple times taking care of each other, sometimes including another into the mix.  

You didn’t understand either. You just felt like the time was right, even though you know it wasn’t the best idea to confess while you were drunk off your ass.

But you couldn’t help it, your feelings overflowing, which you never until this day let get the best of you, being vulnerable and trusting is not your usual . Youve never even had a crush on anyone, him being to only in your whole life to make you blush.

  Who you been vibin' wit and why I can't make you mine?

  You should have seen the signs that you feel for him when he helped that lady that lives down the street from him set up her Christmas lights or when he first met your dog that wasn’t fond of men, but it instantly liked him. And you loved his selflessness it was something you admired and applauded.

  “y/n” He tries talking you down, making sure you weren’t just saying this because of alcohol, deep down knowing he felt the same, you always being in the back of his mind.

You were generous with your time too, always being there for him. You knew he was softer than he appeared, he was tender, sensitive and vulnerable. He tried his hardest to not get into situations where anyone would get hurt, like breakups, arguments, and so on.

Which is why he won’t make the first move. He pushes his feelings to the back of his head. He values your friendship more than anything, but he can see what develops. If love is meant to be, it will happen.

I told you I am down for the worse or the better. But I keep sticking to you cause them four stupid letters

    “You make me so happy. And I’ll always care about you. Okay? He says breaking the silence, trying to reassure you.  

  “You mean so much to me—something I can’t even put into words because nothing can compare- I’ve wanted you since that day you tripped and bust your ass in the school hallway I still want you even though you drive me insane.”

  “Iss-“ You tried to get out only to have him continue talking over you.

  "I love that you can’t leave the house without a jacket. I love the wrinkles that appear on your forehead after you call me crazy. I love that it takes you hours to get ready. I love that you always know how to make me feel better. I love that even when you don’t agree with my decisions you always trust me to make them.  I love that when I spend a day with you, I can still smell you on my clothes; and I love that you are the last person I think of  before I go to sleep at night."

  You stood there awestruck for what feels like eternity until you mustered the bravery to speak “I didn’t expect you to feel the same way-” You said, being dumbfounded because from what you’ve seen treats everyone “nice”, were you really getting special treatment?

  He tilts your chin up, locking his dark eyes with yours. “Baby I don’t know if your notice but you and Makki are my only people that aren’t my family that call me my first name.”

He has a point. You think pushing yourself more into him, trying to fuse your bodies together to hide, not relaxing what you were doing to him. He tries to nudge your legs to the side but you won’t let go still clinging onto him.

“fuck” He groans. You pulling back wondering why until you looked down and noticed. A smirk appeared on your face as you reattached your self to him like velcro. You were feeling bold, the liquid courage still in your system driving you to slide your fingers down his chest, looking him in the eyes before stopping at his waistband.  

He knows what you’re doing, him being in this position multiple times. Does he really want to ruin your friendship like this? He hasn’t even asked you to be his girlfriend. He tries to push you off him already knowing you were gonna complain. But what he didn’t expect was for you to whimper out his name in that pretty voice of yours.

 He tried to keep his calm, blood already rushing down. “You know what you’re doing”

“yeah” You start.

“y’don’t want me?” Giving him your pouty face that you know he’s weak for, hoping that’ll work, insecurity piling up. Was it because your boobs weren’t that big or that fact that you were dressed like man? Was he not attracted to you right now, only liking you when you were dolled up?

“Fuck” You think. You should have worn something cute instead of dressing like a whole ass man even with your makeup fully done. Its not like you were supposed to know you were gonna get fucked today.

His were burning holes into you now, thinking of how to say “No, I would be more that happy to fuck you!” to his best friend, soon regaining his consciousness finally speaking.

“Fuck no doll, ive wanted you for a minute. You know me better than I know myself. How did you not notice my feelings?”

 You got me singing love songs, love songs, love songs

“You’re really hard to read” You replied trying to maintain your seductive act, resting your hands back on his chest.

“So are you.” He said lowering his head, you still looking up at him, taking in your gleaming eyes.

Sex ain't the only thing that's on my mind But you get me so excited, whoa

Your heart was beating so wildly that you could only take little sips of breath. His hands running down your waist stopping at your hips.

“Can I kiss you?" He asks "...yeah” you attempted to say as confidently as you could, nodding your head along with it.

His face bent down, hot mouth breathing over you. His lips slowly moved, brushing over yours, the liquor on his lips that you hated; only choosing fruity drinks even though you got relentlessly teased you for it.  You pushed further into the kiss desperately wanting more. Your teeth clicking his from being impatient, wanting to suck him in. Your hands sliding under his shirt subconscious desires reaching out.

Irreplaceable Tattoos from your neck that drop down to your ankles

“You’re drunk…” he says snapping you out of your trance.

“So are you.”

He dove in for another kiss much more passionate than the previous one, arguably needy, pusing you on the bed to which you more than happily comply. He tugs back not letting his mind get the best of him, disconnecting your spit trial leaving you panting. “You sure this alright?” He says deep down hoping you still say yes.

  You pull him back for your answer, your grabby little hands working their way back up his shirt. He gets the hint and pauses your lips rendezvous, taking off the turtleneck that he looked oh so good in, before seeing his unclothed body.  You’re admiring his body in a new way, before just complimenting him whenever he got a new tattoo, now up under him tracing them like a lovestruck teenager.

“When did you get this one?” You quietly ask, his ears closer to you than they’ve ever been.

“I got it that day you faked sick”

“What! You said were gonna take me!” You sulked, turning your head away from his as much as you could, crossing your arms.

He let out a slight laugh before gently taking your face in his hands, guiding you back into the kiss.

This is not really what he imagined for your first time. He’s an old-fashioned romantic who likes to take one step at a time. But then again nothing was ever normal with you. That said, when he falls in love, he falls deep.

“You’ve done this before?” You uttered.

“Hmm?” He mumbles, unmoving his lips from you kissing you, moving towards your neck.

“You still with that other girl?”

“No. I broke it off her, everything that came out of her mouth was bullshit, and no she wasn’t my girlfriend.”

“You didn’t trust her? You added. Trying to distract him until you could think of a way you could say “hey in my 21 years of life I’ve never got passed kissing a guy.”

“Our relationship was purely built on lies, I’d second guess everything she said. He replied, wondering if you were interrogating him.

“Why’d you wanna know?” He asked bringing his face up from your skin.

“…No one’s ever touched me like this, fuck.” You bashfully admitted, thoughts racing through your head that he didn’t want you anymore because you weren’t experienced.

But he knew what was running through that pretty head of yours, his fingers reaching out to with your hair trying to comfort you.

“You’re a virgin?” He curiously asked dragging his hand to your cheek, you leaning into it.

“y-yeah” you muttered trying to move your eyes away from his looking down at his body.

“I thought you had a boyfriend before” he said, softly turning your jaw to make you look at him. Your eyes diverted from his arms back to his eyes.

“We weren’t actually dating” You quickly say trying to clear up the misunderstanding. “He was my friend and seatmate that pretended to be my fake boyfriend to get me out of some trouble” you spewed out “and I guess I forgot to tell everyone that it was fake.”

“Even if we were that doesn’t mean we fucked.” You sheepishly replied.

“So… what trouble did your fake boyfriend get you out of.” He questioned knowing how much trouble it must have been for you, miss independent, to go to such lengths.

“Umm, well…this guy wouldn’t stop flirting with me even after I told him I don’t like him, even following me to my other classes.”

He wasn’t surprised, you were definitely a sight for sore eyes, in fact the prettiest thing he’s laid his eyes on, your beaming eyes, your dimple when you smiled, your pretty face, your “ugly” laugh, he could go on for days.

“Why are we talking about this” You whined, reaching your hand back out to him.

He took a hint and continued kissing you, bringing you closer to him while you attempted to take you shirt off. His hands helping you seeing as that you were struggling, being lost in his touch, finishing by moving you up more on you bed, pushing your plushies out of the way, to your protested because “they had feelings too.”

He ignored you, bending down to pull your panties off stopping once he saw the slick coming through them.

“Fuck baby you’re wet” He breathed dragging his fingers across your clothed slit earing a whimper from you, leaving his fingers drenched.

 Shawty, you wanna feel good, I wanna feel good too Don't I make you feel good?

“M’always wet.” you responded.

From what? He questions taking off your soaked cotton panties, tossing them to the side.

“From me?” He smirks bringing his hand back towards your heat. You not even comprehending what he just said, just knowing that you’re ashamed of how worked up you were getting.

You were in awe. You’ve always known his hands were big, but in this situation your mind wondered. His fingers were so much bigger than yours knowing you can barely fit two inside your with out it hurting, and not in a good way.

“Do you know how pretty you are? It’s honestly distracting.”. He says kissing down your whole body, stopping at your breasts, licking lazily around and coming back to the nub. The attention on your nipples making you squirm and he finally lets go, you grateful that he stopped or you would have almost cum, how embarrassing.

“I thought you said were gonna get them pierced” He remembered, you going on a whole rant about how cute they were.

“You said u were gnna get em with me” You looked back on, reminding yourself making him promise to get them with you because you were too scared of the pain.

“That was the same day you played sick and I got that tattoo.” He stated lightening the mood, hoping you can calm yourself down before you actually embarrass yourself.

He picks back up and continues kissing all the way down your body, you playing with his hair while biting your lip to muffle your moans and whine until he reaches your entrance.

He parted your legs, your pussy laid out before him, believing you no have reason to be shy about it either. He paused, admiring your swollen cunt and puffy clit, you were beautiful.

The feeling that he didn't want anyone else ever in his position overtook him. He let out a little breath on your clit and you thrashed around. He wasn't going to play. “I’ll take care of you.”

His lips travel over your skin, light and heated before settling himself between your legs, grabbing you by your thighs and dragging you closer. “That tickles.” you giggle, nerves making you kick your legs, almost hitting him in the face before he grabs them. He puts them down locking your legs with his arms, lowering himself until he’s on the ground facing you.

“Does it make you nervous when I stare?” he teases while your covering your face trying to hide the blush he caused.  He puts his mouth on you, quickly gripping your thighs, his hands leaving imprints in your skin dragging you even more into him, deprived kisses taking over your body. 

“yer so pretty” You purred seeing the sight of his big build between your legs, your fingers grabbing onto his curly dark locks, tugging them.

  Issei moans, his voice radiating through your body, forcing out a cry, blessing him with your pretty voice. “I-Issei!” You cry, never feeling like this before, your vibrator and hands doing it no justice.

“Shh, just look at me, doll.”

You can barely make out what he says, so drunk on pleasure. You try your best, doing anything to see the pretty man beneath you. But you get interrupted by your pleasure, your back arching not being able to control your body, grinding down to meet his lips, heat rising in you.

He kisses through your wetness playing with your bud. You choking on your spit, back arching again your body tensing up. “Issei,” You beg, grabbing him knowing what you want but not being able to express it. Luckily he can read you like an open book, knowing what you want, driving you over the edge as he makes you see stars. “Good girl,” he sighs when he feels you let go of his wrist letting him bring you your first orgasm.

“Look at your thighs shaking so much.” He teasingly cooed, wrapping his hands around them, bringing you out of your daze.

Shawty, your body is so exciting

Arching your back into the blankets, letting out a whine “Want your fingers.”.

He lets out a condescending laugh. “You need to learn to be patient. You just came and you’re already so eager for more?”

But by the time he finished your body went limp, you were totally weak, body loose-limbed and pliant. Your mind clouded by lust and deep in your own world. You gasped out a little sob, unable to comprehend anything beyond the discomfort and the need to have it gone. You can’t think straight all you can do is take action, grabbing his arm him easing his fingers into to you.

It’s not too tight, is it?” you ask clenching around his fingers.

 “Just relax… let yourself feel it” He says barely being able to move in you. Fuck so were so tight.

“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.” He added starting to thrust them inside you, making you let out a string of moans.

“Look how good you take it.”  

“Fuck, you’re so messy.” He groaned feeling the slick running down his hands, before taking them out.

“Issei-i,” You cried when he pulled away, pleasure leaving you, tears coming back.

  He shushes you easily, his fingers wiping your tears. You were so precious to him, your moans music to his ears.  He slows down repositioning his fingers, making you let out a whimper squeezing around them. Your brains so crowded you can’t focus, can’t gather the strength to speak when he thrust them faster inside you.

  Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you fell back, fingers curling inside you, chanting his name over and over, incoherent words coming out of your mouth begging for more. 

You pussy tightens as you cum, unable to breath, letting out gasps and whines. Him still fucking you, fingers not stopping, pushing them in and out relentlessly feeling both pain and pleasure. You lay there, wet in your own cum not giving yourself a break before you went and got what you really wanted, his cock.

His eyes followed the movement of your hands as they pushed down his boxers, revealing the length of his cock, that jutted proudly from his hips. He was so pretty, so virile and handsome. Wondering how lucky you were to be in such a position with him.

You pushed away those thoughts and focused on him, pulling him forward gently, but he followed his encouragement. One of his hands tilted his cock down toward your lips. “Open your mouth for me, baby.”

You parted them instantly, tongue sliding slightly outward, and then you whimpered as the warm weight of his cock slid into your mouth. You let your eyes flutter closed and swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock not knowing exactly what you were doing, but it was working, tasting the salty tang of the precum that wept from his leaking slit. You moved your tongue as the he put his hand into your hair, gripping the strands and pushing deeper into his mouth.

“You look so good on your knees like that. “He says meeting your eyes once again, almost cumming from the picture below him.

“Slowly, baby, I’m not going anywhere.” He says slowing you down by grabbing your hair, making a pace that you follow.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, just like that.” Seeing that sinful look in your eyes with your redden swollen lips.

You moan feeling yourself drip down your thighs, getting even wetter giving him head. Trying to ease the discomfort by closing your legs, griding them together, trying to find some friction. Your ears hearing “That’s so fucking hot.” watching the scene unfold beneath him.

Your jaw hurts, trying got make him cum faster using your hands and lips together hollowing your cheeks. “Oh fuck, oh, Jesus, fuck yes, there, just like that, fucking Christ" he groans out, his voice sounded beautiful to your ears, knowing he was about to cum.

He finally lets go cumming in your mouth, you swallowing it all, trying not to wince at the taste. “Did I do good” You ask waiting for his reply. Your doll eyes, so red and worn out looking up at him for approval. Fuck he was whipped.

“Yeah…fuck baby”

I love when you get on top and you ride it

You get back under him, his cock resting on you, drenched and clenching around nothing, resting in your cum. You working yourself up against him.

“What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?” He says to your complaint.

“You’re not ready yet.” he mumbles against your whining. Spreading your legs, slapping your clit a few times before letting his cock rest on your folds. Finally getting “seated” he picks up your legs and puts them both on one of his shoulders your thighs warming his cock, your knees touching his cheek not moving, getting a kick out of how desperate your were for him.

“s-stop being mean” You cried reaching out for him to come closer, needing affection after all you’ve been though.

“Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you? He says leaning into you, reaching your kiss, tasting the remnants of the cum in your mouth.

He plundered your mouth and slowly teased his cock over your entrance, catching it against your clit and making you whimper into the kiss, clearly wanting to be fucked. Your kiss turned you sucking on Issei’s tongue and lips, biting the swollen pout until his lips were red and puffy. He pulled back and looked down at you, a beautiful mess under him.

His fat cock head pushed between your folds. The moan escaping both of your lips was primal. You were turned on beyond imagination and the way he was thrusting forward, spreading his leaking precum on your wet clit was almost too much. He quickly picked up his pace fucking your folds, his warm head brushing against your clit with every movement, but your greedy self wanted more.

The fact that he made you cum so easily made you proud. Just because you’ve never gone this far with someone else doesn’t mean you’ve never cum, you’ve had a lot of practice over the years, being insatiable, the sheets soaked underneath you from your previous orgasms being proof.

“Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.” He moans getting your attention him.

You tried, you really tried, but the way he was stroking you, imagining what it’d be like to actually sit on his cock, the lewd sounds echoing in the background leaving you unable to focus.

He taps on your cheek eventually getting you look at him, keeping your mind on him by placing his fingers in your mouth you letting him, hazily sucking on them, not being able to close your mouth.

“Oh, baby, you’re drooling everywhere.” He grumbles. Your spit dripping onto his fingers, the friction of your thighs making him feral, moving at an even faster pace. Your body bouncing with every thrust.

“You gonna cum after I cum on your little clit? Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.” You sob feeling the puddle beneath you, time slowing, fire pooling in your tummy.  Listening to his words you let yourself go. You come with a silent scream as the pleasure ripped through your body, your nails scratching his soft skin. Your vison fading to black feeling him lose his rhythm and moaning a mixture of curse words along with your name, feeling him cum on your tummy before resting his head in your neck while letting your legs go.

“So good for me, look at how much you came.” He says breaking the static. You whining into his shoulder, emotions high, never doing this before.

“I know, baby, I know. I’m right here, just breathe.” He says. You two laying in silence for an unclear amount of time, him rubbing your back while you rest in his chest almost dozing off.

“Are we still…friends?” You croak out trying to hold back your sobs already knowing the answer that you two were defiantly not friends now and never would be just friends again.

“Friends don’t do this type of shit” He maintained grabbing your shoulders to sit you and him up. You were worried, did he only do this with you because he was drunk? You were anxious that you scared him away because you just poured your heart out to him and pushed yourself on him. You left your head down, tears already coming out to your dismay. You moved your hand up to wipe them but he beat you to it.

“Look at me… I love you.” He says holding your cheeks in his palm. You in awe, hoping that you weren’t imagining it, that this was real life.

“R-really” You question making him worry too, preferring to forgive and forget rather than letting this a divide between the two of you in case you went back on your feelings. You were so overwhelmed, never feeling love until this moment, so happy that the person you longed for liked you back. Yours tears running once again.

 “Shh, shh, it’s alright...Don’t cry.”

You don’t even know why you were crying, the hangover already getting to you making you get a headache. You groaning in his arms complaining that your head and throat hurt.

“Ill be back” he says detaching himself from you, letting you know he was coming right back.

He walks to your fridge opening it to see every drink but water, having too dig through all of them, especially the absurd amount of apple juice guessing it was your “once a year craving for it”. He finally got you some cold water, putting It in a cup and waked back to your room.

  “Issei” you whined not picking your head up from the pillow.

  “Shh baby im right here.”

  He sat down beside you on your bed lifting your head up. “Here drink this” he reassured, to which you ignored not wanting anything to go in your mouth, just wanting the day, or night as it was now, to end.

  “It’s just water, honey, look.” You sat yourself up with his help seeing him in just his boxers, you remembering your still naked, not caring enough to cover yourself. He held to glass to your mouth, babying you, tilting it far back enough to where you could drink it. The water hit the back of your mouth feeling like a shot making you cough.

“I know, it hurts. I’m sorry but we have to” He stated. You continued to drink it, feeling the stinging in the back of your throat, him comforting you, calling you “good girl” which was unsurprisingly working.

  He put the cup on your dresser when you finished, climbing back into bed with you leaning your body into his. “Have you ever thought about...us? Y’know, as an...item?” he said causing you to look at him with wide eyes.

 “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.” He insisted making you cheeks flush. You try to think of a way to respond, not wanting to keep him waiting.

“You’re the best thing that has, and ever will, happen to me. Not only am I deeply in love with you, you’re my best friend.” You stammer out, your shaky hands somehow made there way to his neck, letting them fall slowly before he grabs them dragging you in for a kiss before you got to even see his face.

“Everybody has always thought we’re a couple.” He continued taking his time kissing you all over your face. “Then I guess we should be.” You retort, kissing him back before you could see his reaction, not wanted to be embarrassed anymore today. But he caught you, holding you still “Really “y/n? Like deadass?” He asked.

  “Yes dummy, I want to be your girlfriend” You say causing him to grin swearing you’ve never seen him smile that big, before he gives you one last kiss.

  “I always kiss you on the cheek, why are you blushing now? He teases laying back down, you following along. You just snuggle into him mumbling something along the lines of “m’tired”, he understanding and speaking to you in a soft, gentle voice while helping you to bed, so he doesn’t make it harder for you to sleep by being loud. “I’m here love, I’m not going anywhere.” He whispers into your ear mkanig your heart swoon one last time before you pass out.

  “I l-love you issei.” You sleepily mumble.

“Tell me this when you’re sober.” He says stroking your head.

“Just relax, close your eyes...”He murmurs, your heart beating slower every second. Both of you together, lazy, slow presses. Limbs pressed together, chests heaving, fingers trailing down backs, tracing lazy patterns.

  “Oh!…” He remembers. “If you really wanna get them pierced, we could get matching ones.”

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Hey I love reading your Thomas Hewitt stories and I was wondering if you can write one with Thomas Hewitt being a dom and a little with his female s/o if your comfortable writing it or you can do a Thomas Hewitt and female s/o where they grew up with each other and she had to leave for because of her parents and a couple years later she comes back and surprises him and the family ☺️😅

It’s not that im not up for it I just wasn’t sure if u wanted nsfw or fluff but the second prompt was a bit more clear, if you’re still interested in the first maybe send me a few more details and I’ll see what I can do ! Sorry this took forever to write 🥲

WC: 1285

Warnings; nothing much this is sort of fluffy , mentions of bullying and blood

Thomas B. Hewitt x gn Reader

One and Only

“C’mon, come play with us!” Blonde summer hair bounced around with all of the other girls on the school ground, the other girls with their dresses and bobby socks. Your mother, a dutiful teacher at the school made you wear clothes that seemed to fit right in with them but no matter what she dressed you in, you never were enthusiastic about playing with them.

“Yeah, leave the dumb ugly boy crying in the ditch.” They laughed, cruelly. Your brows furrowed.

“But he’s bleeding.” You mutter and they boo you and blow raspberries at you.

“Who cares, he’s so ugly,” They chitter and some become uninterested enough to wander away. Your heart bleeds like he does as you begin to climb into the ditch he was tossed in. This was the worst anyone had ever done to poor Tommy B. Hewitt. His face was scarred and flaky, thus the target of every person with a mean bone in their body. Girls and boys would poke at him. Prod him like a circus attraction.

“Tommy? Where’s your mama?” He sobs in the ditch, blood from tumbling over sharp things dripping down the tan skin of his arm. Your pressed white shirt has a brown smudge on it already. He never answers that question. You don't say anything either for a moment, watching him heave. You try to help him up but he’s too heavy for you to carry up the steep slope. He must have dirt all over his face. Dirt all over your shoes. You frown and look at the ridge of the hole you're in. His mama’ll never see him from up there. He might never go home. You couldn't imagine him laying in the ditch behind the schoolyard all night, his poor mama crying out for him and he none the wiser. Sleeping in the dirt. You know what his mama looks like. So, you wait on top of the ridge. Eventually, Tommy’s mama comes around.

“You seen my son, child?”

“Yes, Ms.Hewitt. He’s in there. The older boys beat him and pushed him in. Can’t get him out anyhow. I tried.” You point towards the boy. Small for someone so big for his age. His papa must be the size of Mt. Rushmore. The woman gasps and stumbles down the incline.

“You rotten things! My baby down here bleedin’!” She helps her son to stand and you finally see his face. It is indeed covered in dirt and tears. The red scarring raises over the lower half of his face. Tommy sees you looking and he chokes back a sob, letting his head bow to face the ground. His mama can’t quite get him out either so you help her tug him up. His ankle might have gotten hurt. The woman, though judging you as one of the children who tormented her son, thanks you.

“You do this to my son?” She glares down at you and you shake your head.

“Good.”

Tommy’s family has a plantation a few miles away from the town and many a mile away from the slaughterhouse. You and your mama live in the area. Mama sometimes goes down to give Luda Mae, Tommy’s mama, some books for Tommy. She won’t let him go to school no more seeing as how they nearly broke her son's leg. You go down with her, no one to look after you at the house. You hide behind her skirt but she shoos you away to go play with Tommy. She and Ms. Luda Mae talk about tea and rancher’s gossip. Tommy’s in the parlor. Bits of fabric and a tin full of needles sit on the floor with him. You tilt your head.

“What’re you doing?” You speak and he startles. He looks like he might cry again and you're not sure what to do. You watch as he shrinks in on himself. You kneel down next to him, picking up a thread he had cut and a needle.

“Need help threading it?” He fumbles and snatches the items. He tries to show you he can do it, quickly becoming frustrated. He hadn’t the tact for it but it could be learned.

“Here,” you show him your trick, placing the bristled thread between your lips for a second, then slipping it easily in the eye. You pull it out and tell him to try. He slowly copies your actions and you smile.

You remember the Hewitt boy fondly. You remember him when he was his happiest. Unfortunately, your mother couldn't afford to live in the town anymore after her work dried up and the water followed behind. She had found a job in Dallas, as her child you went where she did. You were sad that you had to leave poor Tommy B. Hewitt behind, you knew you were the only friend he ever had.

Now, you live in Dallas, looking after your mother. She teaches kids piano and you work in the city. Your mother one day mentions the quaint country house you used to live in and you decide to go see if it's still standing. Driving down the dusty roads brings back memories of simpler days. You remember, suddenly the sullen face of Tommy too. He had been so sad to see you drive away. You waved at him.

The plantation house is still there. A lot dingier and darker than you could recall. You fear for a moment that it's abandoned but there are signs of life. You carefully walk up to the porch, knowing Tommy’s uncle had set traps to catch varmint all of the time. You make it and knock. The weathered face of Ms. Luda Mae answers, looking surprised and then her face sours.

“If it ain't the city slicker.” She furrows her brow, glasses on beads pulled up to rest on the tip of her nose.

“Hi Ms. Luda Mae. How’ve you been?” You try to be friendly but she appears to be resistant to your smile and warm tone.

“Fine, just fine. You?” It’s southern politeness, she doesn't seem an ounce interested.

“Good, I haven't been down here since-”

“Since you left. Broke my only son’s heart, you did.” You frown. You hadn’t meant to but you won't fill your mouth with excuses. She knows why you left.

“Tommy’s still around?”

“Yup. I’m not sure he’ll want to see you. I’ll call him over anyway.” She closes the door a moment and shuffles off into her house. You stand patiently, waiting. Lumbering footsteps approach the door and stop. Nervous maybe. You don’t call out to him, soon the creak of the door assures you he does want to see you.

“Hi Tom-” He picks you up and hoists you in a hug. You gasp, his arms tightening around your middle. He’s grown up now, you can tell. He’s tall and built like a brick house. He places you down after a moment, hands on your shoulders as if to make sure you’re real. To make sure you’ll stay. He has a mask on to cover a face you’ve already seen.

“Tommy B. Hewitt, do you remember me?” He nods and looks down on you with those familiar brown eyes.

“Your mama said I broke your heart. That true?” He averts his eyes in embarrassment. Looking rather sheepish for a man the size of a bull. He doesn't indicate any form of yes. You comfort him anyway.

“I’m sorry Tommy. Wasn't a thing I could do. Do you forgive me?” He nods after a moment.

“Fill me in on what’s happening round here?” He nods again, eagerly gripping your hand in his own, tugging you inside of the old plantation house..

This one isn’t very exciting and is sort of long but I hope u like it ! Thanks for the req ! 😳🥰

[may-fanfic]

A Debt 

summary: nat is the leader of one of the most deadly mobs in town but when she takes you to be her next victim, she has second thoughts.

warnings: kidnapping, mob, mentions of murder and death, mob!nat

pairing: mob!natasha x reader

rating: 18+

word count: 1,838

a/n : sorry im a whore for cliffhangers, hope you enjoy and please do tell me if you want a part 2 

((feel free to send in any request you may have))

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all you could see was black when the cloth had been tugged over your face and it muffled your screams. you could hear as the deep voices talked but you couldn’t decipher where they had been coming from. you knew that the person behind you was strong enough to keep you in place but that didn’t stop you from trying your hardest to escape but of course to no avail and quickly you had been shoved into the car, heading god knows where.

all the questions you had glowing floating around in your head had been quickly answered when you were ushered into somewhere before someone had guided you to a chair and quickly shoved you down and in a second the cloth that was covering your eyes was ripped off.

“tie her hands.” and in seconds your hands had been zip-tied to the chair. before you could even adjust your eyes to the bright lights, a girl stood in your view. it had all happened so fast, you had just wanted to go home and sleep off the day but instead you had been in some random house and had no idea what you had done wrong.

your lip quivered lightly but you tried your hardest to straighten out your expressions. “she’s a pretty one, isn’t she?” a man’s voice spoke up from behind the woman and she was quick to roll her eyes.

your eyes wandered around the neat house, there had been nothing insight for you to break free, and honestly, you hadn’t even known how you could escape this so instead you met the woman’s gaze. “hello dear.” her voice was raspy and her accent deep, despite the circumstances, it sent spines down your spine. you couldn’t find your words as tears clouded your eyes, you tried your hardest to stop them but they rolled down your cheeks freely and the woman had pouted down at you.

“darling this is nothing personal, strictly business.” you sniffled lightly, your gaze snapping down to the ground. “does she not speak?” a man’s voice snapped causing you to jump lightly. the woman sucked her teeth before yelling at him in a different language.

“why me?” your voice had come out shaky and hoarse but they were just been glad that you were talking. the woman pulled out a chair so she could sit directly in front of you, her gaze never looking hers. “your father is one of that most wealthy men out there...” she paused for a moment, trying to word her reasoning properly. “and we figured, if we had his precious daughter, he would quickly cut us a nice check.” your eyebrows knitted together, feeling yourself begin to shake. “what happens if he doesn’t?” your question had sat in the air for a while before a man from behind the woman spoke up. “you die.”

the call to your father had been short as expected and it seemed to leave everyone in shock. you hadn’t expected much from the man, he had always been selfish and when they mentioned their price. he was quick to tell them that he didn’t have that kind of money to spare and hung up the call. so now Natasha had sat in silence, her gaze fixed on the phone that was in her hand.

“so how are you gonna kill me?” your voice had come off much colder this time and it left Natasha speechless for a moment. “he has 48 hours.” the woman uttered and you let out a gentle breath, already accepting your fate.

——- ——- Natasha was the one in charge of keeping an eye on you after all she was the leader and if she was honest, she never trusted her gang much especially when it came to looking after you. she watched as you shifted uncomfortably in the wooden chair, trying to lean your head back to get any form of rest but to no avail. Natasha had never really had to wait out an entire 48 hours with one of her victims, their families had always come through and the transaction would be over 5 hours tops but now she was forced to stare at you, feeling a sense of pain for you.

she had never been as heartless as she seemed, of course, she was trained well enough not to get her feelings involved but even her chest burned at the coldness of your father. how could anyone treat their child like that? “I don’t know how you expect me to sleep here all day.” your voice had come off much more confident than before and it made the woman perked up quickly.

she pushed herself up moving to stand directly in front of you, fishing a pocket knife, you could flinch away causing Natasha to suck her teeth. “relax.” she muttered, quickly cutting the zip tie and letting your hands go free. “don’t you dare try anything,” she uttered before gripping your forearms and tugging you through the large house with her before you were pushed into a room.

the bed looked neatly made and the pillows were fresh, the room was painted white and the room reeked of fresh paint. you wondered how many other times the woman did this exact thing with other people. Natasha gave you a gentle shove towards the bed and you didn’t hesitate to take a seat, feeling the soft mattress under you.

“Thanks,” you whispered, toying with your fingers as the girl took a seat on a chair in front of the bed. she nodded quickly, the woman had not taken a proper look at you since she had met you and she secretly wished she had met you under different conditions. “are you gonna kill me?” you asked the woman lightly causing her frown to deepen. “you’ll know when we cross that bridge.”

“I’m not afraid to die,” you uttered out to the woman causing her eyes to meet yours for a moment. “I just thought it’d end differently.” you rambled watching as she cocked her head to the side. “why are you so sure you’ll die?”

“you don’t know my father.” she hadn’t known how to reply to that. there had been some sort of awkwardness in the air and Natasha wished she could just run away from it cause it made her cringe so deeply.

“no one coming to help me.” her heart burned from your statement, she needed you to stop talking before she found herself comforting you. she felt choked up, she knew if anyone knew how was feeling, she’d lose all her respect but dear god did she pity you right now and it was all her fault that you had even been put in this situation. why couldn’t she had just targeted someone else?

you took her silence as a sign that she had enough of your talking so you kicked off your shoes and settled into the soft bed, wrapping yourself in the fresh blanket.

Natasha watched as you drifted off to sleep, her thoughts had been running miles per minute. if Natasha had to kill you because of your selfish father then she would never be able to live with herself. that had been the bottom line and Natasha knew she could never do that.

Natasha felt foolish, she had never thought twice about having to kill someone so why had it been so hard for her to even imagine having to hurt you? Natasha rose from the chair, leaving you to sleep. she had been quick to make a call, feeling her heart pounding with anticipation. she knew tony would know what to do, he had always been wise. “Natasha, hey,” he spoke softly causing the girl to let out a gentle sigh.

“I need your help, tony.”

fear settled at the bottom of your heart when men rushed into the room. you had jumped awake, trying your hardest to fight off the men that had been trying to grab you but everything had seemed to die down when the man stuck a needle into your arm and in seconds your eyes fluttered closed and your body had grown leap. “just take her home.” tony let out a soft sigh before nodding slowly. “I got you, kid.”

the next time your eyes had fluttered open, you had been in the safely of your own home and your bed. it had always felt like a fever dream, you had been confused but overall you were just be relieved that it was over.

—— as much as Natasha wanted to forget that you even existed, her mind had often  raced back to you. she had wondered what you had been up to if you were okay. she found herself outside your apartment almost every night making sure you got in alright. she wanted to run up to you each time she saw you but instead, she would grip her steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles would turn white.

it had taken her a couple of weeks to musks up the courage to let herself into your apartment, it had been unlocked much to her surprise and she took a seat on one of the love seats. she knew your schedule and she knew that you should be home any minute but she still felt her heart pounding when she heard the doorknob turn and when you entered, her breath had became caught in her throat.

you hadn’t seemed shocked that she was there, it was almost as if you had been expecting her. she watched carefully as you set down your purse and keys. “your door was unlocked.” Natasha finally spoke up, gripping at the seat arms. “I know.” you muttered with a gentle laugh. “why have you been watching me?” you asked softly, crossing your arms and staring down the woman.

she couldn’t help the warm blush that appeared on her cheeks before she grinned lightly. she hadn’t even known what she could say in this situation but she had quickly gotten up from the couch, inching her way over to you. “why was your door unlocked?” she questioned, tilting her head to the side. you hummed lightly, shaking your head “I asked you first.”

“I wanted to see you.” her boldness made your cheeks turn a bright pink and Natasha quickly took notice. “and I wanted to make sure you were okay,” a sweet smile formed on her plump lips before she continued.

“why was your door unlocked?” she asked again, feeling a sense of accomplishment when you stumbled over your words, leaning against the wall  as she stepped even closer to you. “I wanted to see you too.” she hummed lightly, bringing her hand up to your cheek, caressing your cheekbone softly. Natasha leaned down to meet your lips but you quickly turned your face.

“I need you to do something for me.”