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#i kept screaming to myself as i drew these
temeyes · 10 months
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ghostsoap but make it pride and prejudice
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immamapletreekid · 2 years
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*still sobbing*
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standfucker · 2 months
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Hello!! I've been thinking about an AFAB reader in the straw hat crew who dresses as a man. Short hair and masculine clothes that cover her up. She doesn't want people treating her differently or going easy on her in fights because of her gender hence her constant charade. Because of this the crew doesn't know that she is actually woman. I'd like to request drabbles of how Zoro, Sanji, And Luffy would react when finding out and where they would. Also, SFW please!
This was fun! ^^ Thanks for submitting a request! I tried to keep these a consistent length and failed. Each one ended up longer than the last... I'll have to keep trying harder to pace myself.
Discovering Your Secret - Monster Trio
CW: chest binding, canon-typical violence, injury (not described in detail), gun violence, battle trauma, nudity, awkwardness
Luffy
Group bathing was one bonding activity on the Sunny that you had to miss out on. Shyness wasn’t like you, but the guys chalked it up to a weird personality quirk and long since stopped questioning it. Some people liked their privacy, no big deal. Really, it was never a problem until Luffy barged into the bathroom one day while you were soaking, the door swinging open so hard it bounced back shut behind him.
You tried to shout that the bathroom was occupied, but it was drowned out by Luffy’s own yell of “GUM GUM CANNONBALL!” The next thing you knew, Luffy had somehow launched himself out of his clothes and into the tub, making a massive splash that took out half the water. It was only by sheer luck that he didn’t collide with you. 
Instantly you sank down low into the remaining water so only your head was above the surface. The clear water offered no protection, however, so you had to cover your chest and cross your legs. Embarrassment and panicky fear were rotten feelings to have when you had just gotten relaxed, and you found yourself getting angry on top of it all. This was such a stupid way to be found out, and it was only because your captain lacked any self-awareness.
Luffy came up with a laugh, then opened his eyes and blinked at you for a second. “Oh, hey!” he said, oblivious to your stress. “I didn’t know you were in here! Robin told me she just drew a bath, so I came in. Didn’t hear the rest of what she said–I guess she drew it for you! Shi shi shi.”
You stared at him, open-mouthed, too stunned to speak right away.
Luffy’s brows raised when you didn’t respond. “Oh, that’s right, you don’t like to bathe with others. Sorry!” “Luffy?” you tried, but he kept talking.
”Well, I’m here now, so we might as well share! We can wash each other’s backs.”
”Luffy.”
”What are you so shy for, anyway? You look fine to me.”
”Luffy!” you snapped.
”What?”
”Get out!”
”But I’m already wet!” he complained, and you mentally screamed at his stubbornness.
”Then I’ll get out! But you have to look away!” you barely managed to keep from yelling at him, trying not to lose your cool lest he get suspicious.
Luffy pursed his lips. “Fine, sheesh. I won’t look.”
He turned his head away. You hesitated, then quickly stood up and made to leave. You took one step onto the tub–and immediately slipped, thanks to the water Luffy splashed there a moment ago. A yelp left you as you fell fast.
”Y/N!” Right before you hit the tub, Luffy’s arms shot out and wrapped around you, pulling you safely back inside. “That was close!”
You froze in place, heart in your throat both from the fall and from your new position. Luffy’s arms were wrapped around your torso. He could clearly feel your chest against his rubbery arms. You gaped at him, wide-eyed in shock. Luffy smiled. Then he squeezed you again and frowned. Slowly, he looked down at your chest, then down even further.
”WHAT?!” Luffy yelled in shock, his eyes bugging out. “Y/N got attacked by Iva?! But when did you meet him?!”
You facepalmed hard.You’d heard about Ivankov through Luffy’s stories, so you had an idea of what he was talking about. But he missed the mark so hard it was astonishing.
Luffy quickly unwound his arms from around you and covered his face, stammering. “I’m sorry, Y/N! I had no idea!”  
Even though your own face was hot, you couldn’t help but start to laugh, though it was a bit nervous. As you carefully exited the tub, toweling off and pulling on a robe, you contemplated letting Luffy go on believing you were attacked by Iva. But then you would have to make up a story about meeting him, and lying to your bright-eyed captain seemed wrong. He meant well, after all.
Maybe this whole charade was unfair to him. Luffy couldn’t hold onto a secret to save his life anyway, so once he knew, the whole crew would know too. Still…though it would be a big change for you, it would be one less thing to worry about…
You draped your towel along the edge of the tub and perched on it, crossing your arms. “What did we learn about respecting people’s privacy?”
”I’m sorry,” Luffy said, peeking through his fingers before lowering his hands. “I didn’t know you had a reason…I won’t do it again! But when did you cross paths with Iva? During the two years I was away?”
”No, Luffy. I’ve never met Ivankov.” You took a deep breath, steeling yourself. “I’ve been a girl this whole time. I was just pretending to be male.”
”Whaaat!? Really?” Luffy’s eyes bugged out at you again. “But why?”
You did your best to explain your reasons. Luffy only seemed to grow more confused as you went on, crossing his arms and tilting his head.
”I don’t get it. Nami and Robin are strong,” he said.
“Never said they weren’t,” you replied patiently. “But Nami and Robin get underestimated constantly. Maybe they’re used to it, but I can’t stomach the idea. It’s insulting.”
“Hmm…” Luffy thought for a second. “Does this mean we can’t wrestle anymore?”
“Of course we can! The whole point is that I don’t want you to treat me differently!”
“Oh… Oh! I see!” Luffy said, his eyes lighting up with realization. “Okay then! I’ll whoop your butt like normal!”
A warm feeling filled your chest, and you smiled. Now he was catching on, and he didn’t seem to mind. The relief was almost dizzying.
You asked Luffy to try to keep it a secret for now.
He lasted about three weeks, until he asked you one day, point-blank in front of the others: “Hey, Y/N? Where do your boobs go when you get dressed?”
Zoro
“Behind you!”
Zoro’s shout made you whirl around, raising your weapon, but your opponent was already on the downswing. Their sword cut your chest open from clavicle to rib. Pain sizzled out from the gash, hot and burning, but in addition to that, you could feel that your binder was damaged, freeing your breasts. You grit your teeth through the pain and managed to strike your foe down. Then you hunched over yourself, arms crossed over your chest, quivering. The warm blood on your arms told you this one might be serious, but despite the wound, all that was on your mind was getting found out.
Zoro rushed to your side, mowing down foes as he went until he was there. “Did they get you? Let me see.” But you shook your head. “Let me see!” he insisted, an edge of panic to his voice as blood dripped onto the ground below you.
You looked up at him with visible fear, which he misunderstood. “You’re going to be okay, but you have got to let me see.”
Shaking, you lowered your arms, revealing your wound and your secret all at once.
Zoro’s eyes widened, momentarily speechless. Then he snapped out of it, hurriedly taking off his shirt and wrapping it around your torso. He picked you up, one arm supporting your bottom while the other tucked you against his chest to hide your front. You pressed your face into his shoulder, discomposed from the shock of the injury and from the sudden reveal.
What would he think of you now? All the times you arm wrestled, all the times you sparred, all the drinking contests and shared conversations and shared fights–would you never experience them again? You kept asking yourself those questions as Zoro took you out of the slowing battle.
Chopper was shocked, but promised to keep your secret. However, after he found out that you’d been binding your chest with bandages almost 24-7, he scolded you harshly, going on about how you could permanently damage your body.
At your request, Zoro’s the only one Chopper let visit you in the ship’s infirmary. For a while, Zoro didn’t say anything, just stared at your bandaged chest with an unreadable expression.
“I wanted you to respect me,” you said, breaking the silence. He didn’t respond. “I could never be your equal otherwise. Please understand.”
Zoro looked down at you and gave a heavy sigh, eyes distant for a moment. “...You remind me of someone I used to know.” He sat on the edge of your bed, some softness to his gaze now. “I get it. I get why you hid this. But you’re an idiot.”
”I know. I let myself get hurt.”
”No, dummy. Because you treated the crew like we wouldn’t understand. You didn’t trust us. It makes sense in the beginning, but after all these years?” He frowned at you, and you realize that deep down, he was hurt.
”I didn’t want anything to change between us.” You looked away, ashamed. “Between you and me.”
”It doesn’t have to.”
”You don’t like to fight women.”
Zoro grimaced at the accusation, knowing you’re right. The infirmary was quiet for a minute.
”I’m sorry,” Zoro finally said. “I’ll…I’ll do better. Nothing has to change.” He paused, and offered up a smirk. “After all, I go easy on you anyways.”
You feel yourself tear up at his acceptance, and grinned back at him. “Once I heal up, I’ll make you regret that.” You paused, face falling. “You won’t tell anyone, right? I don’t want Sanji to…you know.”
“Yeah.” Zoro made a face at the cook’s name. ”It’ll stay between the three of us,” he promised. “I still think you should tell them, but it’s not my secret to share.”
”Maybe in time. I’ll have to think about it,” you said, and he nodded.
Zoro held out his hand. You clasped it in a big swing, grimacing when it made your wound sting, and squeezed as tightly as you could.
“You don’t have to prove anything to me,” Zoro said, squeezing back. “Okay? We’re still buds.”
”Okay.” Again, you felt the tears threatening to spill.
”But if you cry, I’ll make fun of you.”
”Shut up!”
Once Zoro realizes you were hindered by the binder for all of your matches against him, he got fired up. All the times he won, you had a handicap–it wasn’t a fair match, he decided. However, there wasn’t really a place on the ship where you could take it off in front of others, so he was forced to remain undecided on the topic of which one of you is stronger.
It wasn’t until you revealed your secret to the others that you and Zoro finally got to have a proper, no-holds-barred sparring session. True to his word, he didn’t hold back, too battle-hungry to care if he touched your chest when you wrestled or exchanged blows. (Sanji snarled in the background, but neither of you were paying him any attention.)
As it turned out, when you let your aching ribs heal and could breathe properly, you were far better than you were before. You ended up almost defeating the swordsman, and he was so proud of you that he threw an arm around your shoulders and noogied your head until you were certain he left track marks in your skull. “That’s my girl!”
Sanji
The impact of your sword against your opponent’s knocked the weapons out of the both of your hands. Undeterred, you dashed forward to take them on barehanded, confident in your unarmed strength. Right as you reached them, they drew a hidden flintlock from their back belt, and touched the muzzle to your forehead.
You froze. The battlefield seemed to fade away, nothing solid or corporeal except for the gun to your head. You couldn’t hear anything but the blood rushing in your ears, feel anything but the cold steel pressed to your skull. Everything rushed through your head in one synaptic burst, a thousand million thoughts of how soon, how final this was. All the years of adventure, ending here. One slip-up. You were going to die.
You couldn’t even feel regret. Just the sensation of your heart beating as if it was in every blood vessel. You didn’t hear the call of your name, nor the shouted “Diable Jambe!”
In the time it took for your opponent to squeeze his trigger finger, Sanji appeared seemingly out of nowhere and kicked the guy’s hand so hard you saw it break. The gun fired into the ground a few feet away from you, and with another burning kick, Sanji knocked him out.
You were in shock, standing there unharmed, but useless. Sanji took notice, calling for you again. When you didn’t respond, he rushed to you and grabbed your shoulders, shaking you hard. “Get it together! We still need you!”
Suddenly the sound, the sensation, everything came rushing back, hitting you all at once. You blinked, glanced at the surrounding battle, then at Sanji’s tense expression.
“Y/N!”
“I’m okay!” you said. “T-Thanks. I’m okay.” With that, you rushed for your fallen sword, ready to rejoin the battle.
It wasn’t your first brush with death, but this one rattled you worse than the others. After the battle you dwelled on it constantly, thinking back to that moment and breaking out into a cold sweat even though you’d just cleaned up. You couldn’t think about anything else, focus on anything going on around you. You skipped dinner, stomach too upset to eat, and were barely able to sleep despite your exhaustion from the day’s battle. You skipped breakfast the following day, and only around lunchtime did your mind seem to catch up to your body. You watched Luffy and the crew mess around, playing and laughing and arguing, and suddenly you realized that you almost lost this forever. Immediately, the urge to cry overtook you with tremendous force. You hurried through the ship’s interior, shoved yourself into a corner, and sobbed into your hands.
Dead. Oh god, you were almost dead. How was it that easy? All the strength you had worked so hard to build, meaningless. How could you have been so overconfident? How could you have let yourself lose so easily? Had Sanji not been there, you would have been gone. Gone.
The tears ran hot down your cheeks, and you bit your tongue to keep from being loud. It could have gone so much worse. Sanji was dependable, but tended to keep his eye on the girls during fights. He only saved you because you were close by. It was sheer luck that he saved you. Only luck.
“Y/N!”
Sanji’s call of your name made you go quiet. You resisted the urge to sniffle, even as your nose ran. If he found you…it wouldn’t be the end of the world, but you’d rather not be caught crying. You spent years building the image of the stoic, masculine fighter, and would prefer to keep up that appearance. Sanji called you again, closer this time, and you cleared your throat.
“Yeah?” you called out.
“Lunch is ready, so hurry on down,” he announced from the doorway, just out of your vision.
It took you a minute to gather yourself, but after washing your face and regulating your breathing, you were ready to rejoin the group once more.
In the weeks following, you dealt with your shock and processed it the best that you could. Eventually you started sleeping better again, your appetite returned, and life seemed to go on as normal…except for one thing: Sanji. He started acting strangely when he was nearby.
It started off small. He was far more pleasant around you than he normally was. Not that you and Sanji held animosity toward each other, but usually he treated you like another male: friendly enough if you weren’t Zoro, but not to this degree. He never really brightened up at the sight of you before. Nor did he ask for your opinion in his upcoming meal plan for the week. At first you chalked it up to him noticing your earlier distress somehow, but after you got better, he kept on acting saccharine.
One day, he brought you a drink. Not served you at the table with everyone else, but went out of his way to bring it to where you were sunbathing on the deck. You could only stare at him until he awkwardly left it by your side, stammered something about the heat, and then left.
Incidents like that kept happening, usually out of sight of the other crewmates, but not always. The others started picking up on it too. At one point, Sanji brought Robin, Nami, and Chopper slices of cake–and then brought you a plate as well. That time, everyone’s eyes were on him, but Sanji pretended like nothing was off.
When he chirped “Hi, Y/N-chan,” to you as he passed by you in the hall, you had enough. You grabbed him and shoved him against the wall, hard. He immediately knew he messed up, but despite your fingers fisted in his collar and your murderous expression, he only flushed red.
“What are you doing?” you hissed.
“I–I’m–” Sanji stammered. Blood started to run from one of his nostrils.
“Why are you acting like this?” you demanded. “Being all sappy and disgusting to me. Who do you think I am?”
“I–I’m sorry,” Sanji tried. You grit your teeth, beginning to fear the worst.
“Did you lose all respect for me when you saved my life?” you asked bluntly.
“Of course not! I think highly of you.”
“Too much so, don’t you think?” you had to struggle not to shout. “Is this because you heard me crying last month?”
Sanji shut his mouth, glancing aside and giving away the answer. He nodded.
“Am I weak to you or something?”
“No, that’s not it–” he tried, but you pulled him away from the wall and slammed him back into it.
“I don’t understand! You’re too soft with me. Why are you treating me so nicely?”
“Because you’re a woman, and women deserve the best.” He said it unflinchingly and with conviction, looking right back into your eyes.
The answer was obvious, but a part of you still hoped it was something else, hoped that because he didn’t go overboard with his affections that he didn’t know. Your grip on his collar weakened and gave away along with your hopes, hands hanging limply at your sides.
“When did you find out?” you asked quietly. “Or should I say, how?”
“I saw you crying.” Sanji pulled out a handkerchief, wiping his nose.
“So?”
“You may look and act like a man…but a woman’s tears leave no room for doubts.”
You stared at him in disbelief. Unfair. That’s what this was. Just unfair. Because after all those years living as a male, you got found out because of Sanji’s freakish sixth sense for women. Your sigh was heavy, and you had to rest your head in your hand for a moment.
“Okay, well, we need to set some things straight. You can’t keep slipping up around me, or the others will find out. They already suspect something’s up.”
“I'm trying!” Sanji retorted. “I knew you were hiding it for some reason, so I tried to keep myself in check! Do you know how hard it’s been?”
“How hard it’s been?” You wanted to punch him. “You have no idea what I go through every day just to keep up appearances! Just to earn the regard I deserve! Why couldn't you respect me as a man?”
“I don't respect men.”
“Ugh!” You punched the wall by his head instead. Sanji didn’t flinch. “You have to take me seriously.”
“I am!”
“We can’t keep going like this.” You bit your lip in frustration, trying to think of a solution. Maybe you could use his weird complex around women to your advantage, if he would just stop giving it away. “Okay, listen. Sanji. If you really want to do me a favor, the best thing you can do is help me keep my secret. That means whenever you have the urge to treat me like a girl, you nip it in the bud. Can you do that?”
“I…I’ll try.” Sanji went to take your hand, but you yanked it away.
“This is exactly what I’m talking about! You can’t be so familiar.”
“I’m sorry. It’s hard! I–I want to treat you right. I want to be close to you.”
“I want to be close to you to,” you admitted, surprising yourself. “But I. I’d… I’d rather hold onto my secret.”
He looked hurt, which sent a cold pang of guilt into your stomach. Reaching out, you patted his shoulder. “I’m depending on you, do you understand?”
Sanji took in your expression–serious, worried, uncertain–and nodded. The hand that reached for yours instead went over his heart. “I promise,” he said, “I will do everything I can to help keep your secret.”
The talk with Sanji helped massively, fixing his odd behavior around you for the most part. There was one thing he couldn’t give up, and that was giving you a nickname. He called you something in French–“mon petit chou,” he would say–but as it was foreign, you figured it was safe to use around the crew, and let it slide.
It was only a few months later that you learned Robin was fluent in French.
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hunnylagoon · 26 days
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The Killing Moon
PT2 The Colour Wars
Ellie Williams x Reader
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It’s the perfect night for mystery and horror. The night itself is filled with monsters.
Premise: Summer camp feels a little different. Could it be newfound feelings for your friend or creatures beyond the imagination stalking you? Either way, it’s time to win the Colour Wars.
Warnings: Raunchy humour / mentions of cryptids / creepy?
PART ONE: Camp Spirit
Hope everything is alright with you because I'm so stressed that I may be spiralling into insanity at any moment. I understand that I'm an adult now but I too need someone to scream my frustration to until my lungs burn and I'm light-headed. "Hey, I'm having like super bad cramps and my flow is super heavy so I can't play this game."
I look at the girl in front of me, she's around fourteen if I had to guess and has two blonde French braids. We were in the middle of the first game of colour wars -the treasure hunt- and this girl was sporting a blue shirt, I didn't know her face nor was she on my team and I hadn't even noticed that she had been tagging along with my group for ten minutes. "Who are you?"
"Laila."
"Why are you here?" I ask but Laila only answers me with a shrug and a sneer "Never mind, I'm not your counsellor and I don't care, go to the nurses."
"Can I go to the nurses too?" Olive peeps up behind me "I think I have a scrape on my knee.":
"Don't we all?" I look back at her "We gotta win this game, we're so close," We were, mostly because every time the blue team gathered treasure I would send out feral kids to ambush them and bring it back to me "We're gonna have all the treasure we can carry." The objective was simple; The directors hid treasure (Cheap jewelry, hats, clothes from the old theatre program, etc.) across campgrounds and we had to source it out, whichever team came back to the sports field with more treasure won.
"We've been out here for hours," Morgan groaned, you'd think that these girls had been sent to war with the way they complained.
"It's only been forty-six minutes."
Olive took a seat on a rock, Leah doing the same, it didn't take long for each girl to have firmly planted themselves on the ground and refuse to get up. Valentina grabbed a stick and began to scratch drawings into the muddy ground.
"C'mon guys, there's like fifteen minutes left, and I know for a fact that there is still treasure to be found." I know how ridiculous I must've looked at that moment, I had been wearing a purple 'royal cape' that was pilling onto my T-shirt and a cheap dollar store crown that kept slipping off my head.
"I'm so bored," Chloe drew out.
"Because you're being boring!" I exasperate. Never had I ever had a cabin that was so apathetic and unenthusiastic, they were a stark contrast to last year when everyone had sunshine running through their veins and mud smeared across their faces; those pitch black summer nights live in my bones.
"This isn't fun, can we play something else?" 
"No," I take a deep breath out, composing myself "You are at summer camp to be outdoors, you're developing important social, cognitive and emotional skills."
I'm met with blank stares from each and every girl sitting below me "I don't know what that means," Leslie said.
"It means we're going through puberty," Kim tells her.
"No," My eyes go wide "No, it means that you're figuring out who you are."
"Am I gonna get my period soon?" Valentina drops the stick from her tiny hands. 
"Maybe- I don't know," I thew my hands out. 
"What's a period?"
"It's where you bleed until you don't have any blood left and then you die," Kim says this so matter-of-factly like she has a degree in healthcare and has been teaching the health unit in PE for a decade.
"WHAT?" Chloe jumps up from her spot on the ground, looking around to see if she's already bleeding out.
"We're gonna die and you didn't tell us?" Leslie looks even more terrified than she did on the night of the camp legend.
Every girl was beginning to panic, fear was clear across their small faces. It's moments like these where I wish I was alone, maybe solo camping or back in my bedroom from high school, somewhere where only the moon knows how I rot and the sun knows how I yearn.
"Guys, calm down, a period isn't a bad thing and it won't hurt you," This was my attempt to soothe the ten-year-old girls who were contemplating how they would spend their last days on earth. The plastic crown slips off my head and I reach down to grab it and readjust it.
"Then why is it called a period if it doesn't end your life?" Kim asks, crossing her arms.
"I don't know but it doesn't end your life-
"Can we just go back to the soccer field until this game is over?" Tamar chimes in, looking like she rather be staring at cardboard boxes. 
"Fine!" I finally gave in, gathering all of the treasure that once sat at my feet into my arms. The amount of treasure was almost overflowing, I had stolen a bunch from some kids in Dean's cabin who were too scared to argue with me. 
"Am I going to die?" Leslie scurries up beside me and I look down at her, behind the thick lenses of her classes, she is holding back tears.
"Not for a very long time," I can hardly bend my neck to look at her with the amount of shit I'm hauling, the girls being little to no help with this. The girls trail behind me and I have to turn my entire body to look at them "If anyone runs off this time, I'm feeding them to the snatchers."
Suddenly they want to listen. The woods aren't scary in the day, just at night when they begin to whisper. As of now, I know the quickest way to every part of camp despite the identical trees so thick that you can hardly see the sky when you're beneath them. 
Leslie holds onto the bottom of my red Colour Wars T-shirt since my hands are full, Valentina holds onto Leslie's hand and all of a sudden I've become a mother hen with little chicks following me around. 
"If magic isn't real then why were people so scared of witches," Valentina asks me while she kicks a rock across matted fallen leaves and dirt. 
"Maybe magic is real," I say "To burn a witch is to admit magic exists."
"How do I become a witch?" Chloe appears out of what seems to be thin air on my other side, I can't see her since my pile of goodies is up to my chin and I'm afraid that if I move all of it will come tumbling down.
"Practice magic," That was my guess, I didn't know squat about witchcraft.
"How do I do that?"
"A real witch will figure it out herself," I say. When you've worked with kids for five years, you get to a certain point where you run out of creative answers. During my first year working here, I was sixteen and a CIT, terribly afraid to mess up because I hadn't lived yet. With each passing year that I've come back, I get more and more comfortable, returning to familiar faces and the smell of petrichor.
Chloe nods excessively like I've just said something extremely profound, I can see the gears turning in her head like she's already thinking of spells to cast. 
It takes a little less than five minutes until we're out of the woods, we emerge by the crafts cabin, the soccer field is in clear sight. The soccer field is built over a little mound, slightly elevated from the ground and on top I can see two piles of knick knacks and a pretty big sum of campers and counsellors alike waiting on the top. 
From the looks of it Tommy and Joel have already begun to count their respective teams mound of treasure, Tommy being on the amazing red team and Joel representing the awful/disgusting/foul/boring/untalented blue team. That might've been a stretch but there were no friends in the Colour Wars.
In what seems to be the blink of an eye a hoard of kids runs past me and my girls, nearly knocking me off my feet. I didn't even process that some boys with too much energy had stolen plyed my well earned (stolen) treasure from my arms leaving me with nothing but my cape and crown until Liza, a girl from the Grizzly cabin snatched the cape right off my back and none other than Ellie herself grabbing the crown off my head.
They were booking it to the soccer field "Go get our shit back!" I yelled ushering my girls to go after the kids who were at least three years older than them. Only two of them actually listened; despite how hard they were trying, Leslie and Chloe's stumpy legs couldn't take them very far, leaving me to be the only one in pursuit.
I summoned back all of my memory from playing rugby in highschool and jumped on Ellie's back, I didn't take her down but she stumbled. I was so desperate to not turn up empty handed. By the time I made contact with her, she had already thrown the crown ahead for Liza to catch. They ran up the soccer field, dumping the double stolen treasure into their hula hoop. Even visually they were in the lead now, thanks to my expert piracy skills and theirs too, I guess.
"I hate you," I slid off Ellie's back, my sneakers hitting the dusty ground. "My girls earned that fair and square."
She looks me up and down, bathing in my anger like some kind of prize "I know you stole it."
"How?"
"Because I know you."
"Oh yeah?" I cross my arms, taking a step closer to my friend "Do you know how I'm gonna kick your ass later?"
She grins "I look forward to it." Ellie leaves me with this while she walks up to the soccer field to revel with her team in their newfound victory.
"What does 'kick your ass' mean?" Olive padded up behind me along with the rest of the girls, except for Leslie who was bent over, one hand on her knee to support her while she clung to her inhaler for dear life. "Are you gonna beat Ellie up?"
"I think she means 'kiss her ass'." Kim said, turning her head to look at Olive "Like they're gonna have sex later."
"What's sex?" Chloe furrowed her eyebrows.
"Kim you need to stop talking," I tell them, hands on my hips, nothing but frustration etched into the forefront of my brain. I glance back at Ellie as Maria rings the bell to signal that the game was over. Softly, with hands gentle as rain, I will wrap my hands around her neck and strangle her.
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"Listen up!" I announced to the eight girls in my cabin. To absolutely no surprise, blue won the treasure hunt, now we were setting up for a water balloon fight in the allotted section of woods that Joel taped off in bright pink flagging tape. "I physically and mentally cannot handle another loss, I will be very disappointed in each and every one of you if we don't win-
"That's not true," Daniel cuts me off "The point of today is to have fun, winning doesn't matter, just do your best." The both of us are standing tall on a rock while the campers sit around and stare up at the two of us like we had been mighty gods preparing to throw wine and bread at their little feet.
I eye Daniel from the side and look back to everyone "None of your hard work is going to matter unless you win so do you want to be a whiney loser like Daniel or be cool like me and win the colour wars?"
Everyone fell quiet for a moment as if a curse of silence fell upon us until Kim not-so-sublty yelled "Daniel's a pussy!" I was beyond the point where I cared about the girls cussing, the only thing on my mind was showing my very dear friend, Ellie how awful her team is and rub my win in her beautiful face.
"That's what I like to hear!" I smile "Now let's go win this!"
My girls erupt in cheers and Daniel almost shamefully steps off the rock. I had finally made a breakthrough with my cabin after slightly snapping at them after Maria announced that the red team lost. Maybe the treasure hunt wasn't my thing, but water balloon wars? I had won that every single year, even when I was still a camper. 
The objective was easy, be the last team with players, once you get hit you're out. Friendly fire is strictly against the rules as well as headshots, they had to be hit in the torso, once you get wet, you're out and have to leave the allotted zone to watch. 
We played in a patch of forest that was less dense than the rest, making it easier to run around. 
"Three!" Maria shouted, "Two!" She's standing in the middle of the zone, so everyone can hear her though no one can see her since the two teams are on opposite ends to make it fair. "One!" She blows her whistle and kids are already dunking their hands into buckets of icy-cold water balloons and setting off to the enemy end.
The CITs were responsible for keeping a consistent flow of water balloons and buckets spread evenly in the zone, I remember when I was a CIT and had to miss out on capture the flag to pick up every bit of balloon that at splattered across the ground. 
I had a balloon in each hand, making my way around the perimeter discreetly. I lock eyes with a younger boy in a blue shirt, he immediately turns to run, not fast enough though "Come back here ankle biter!" I yell, decking a water balloon at him, it hits him right in his back.
There was a boy in Sawyers's cabin, one of the wild ones with animal teeth that ran off of energy drinks and the huff of Sharpies. He tried to throw a balloon at me but it missed me by a landslide, his second attempt wasn't much better.
I however nailed him in the chest "You're out buddy!" I smiled, and he met this by giving me the middle finger. "Whatever carrot top, tell Sawyer I send word!"
I was way too good at this game. Every year I thought I could take on the other team single-handedly and every year I'm proven right when I'm the last one standing. After a prompt reminder from Joel that this was supposed to be fun for the campers and I was treating it like World War Three, I had to cool down a little bit.
We played this game straight after lunch so everyone was either hopped up with energy or sluggish from eating too much, alternatively, there was Ashlynn. She was wandering around, a black bleach-stained hoodie thrown over the top of the shirt for whatever team she was on.
Ashlynn had a can of Diet Coke in hand, where did she get it? I'm not too sure, my guess is that she stashed them under her bunk. "Hey," She sits on a log beneath the tree I was hiding behind. "You're way better at this than you should be, you know you're playing against children, right?"
"I didn't come here to fuck around," There weren't a whole lot of people left in the game, I just took out Abby and the only counsellor left on the blue team was Ellie, maybe Ashlynn but she didn't pose a threat in any way shape or form. 
"Do you have any nic on you?" She looked up at me, taking a sip from her diet coke, her shaggy bleached hair was one more dye away from being fried.
"No?" I furrow my eyebrows "I don't usually bring nicotine to a summer camp full of children."
Ashlynn almost looks like she's hungover but then again she usually seems that way "I brought a couple joints and I'm like ninety percent sure two got stolen."
My eyes widen "You brought joints? Ash, you're getting fired if Maria finds out."
She shrugs "I don't mind, I either smoke weed here or I smoke weed in my backyard." 
"Okay but if it actually got stolen then it's probably some little shit that has it, they're gonna say that you gave it to them and that's a whole case."
"It's legalized though."
"Yeah, not for children." I was taken away from the game until I saw the smallest bit of a blue shirt beneath Ashlynn's sweater, I didn't hesitate to drop a balloon on her. She doesn't seem to mind and from this reaction, I'm beginning to think she's the one who smoked those missing joints. 
I come out from behind the tree empty-handed and plant a kiss on her forehead as an apology for getting soaking wet "Love you, Ash, hope you find your weed." I tell her before jogging off. Ashlynn doesn't get up to join everyone else outside of the boundary, she just stays on the log and drinks her diet coke.
Dina is still in the game on my team as well as a few campers, I hear her voice yelling at children somewhere off in the distance. Sadly, the girls in my cabin were picked off almost immediately, I swear I will avenge their little souls.
"You're soaking Conner, get out of here," Dina scolded a kid on the blue team "You gotta play by the rules, so beat it shrimp."
"Nuh-uh," He said. Lord knows I hated this kid, last summer when I went to the bathroom during dinner Conner stole my food and denied it even though he was the only one in the mess hall with two plates, he then kicked me in the shins and waddled away.
"You gotta go, baby hippo," I tell him, his round cheeks are bright red from running and he's short-breathed. He shakes his head and with a final stern look from both Dina and I, he leaves. "Nice, who's left?"
"One camper on our team and just Ellie over there," She tells me "Like best case scenario, just go over there and seduce Ellie."
I raise an eyebrow "Nah, I'm winning with brute strength and incredible strategy."
"I'm guessing that going for the little kids first is your definition of incredible strategy?"
"Yup," I say, walking to a bucket to grab another balloon "Get ready, this could go south."
"God forbid we tragically lose our lives in a water balloon war," Sarcasm drips from her tone even though she grabs another balloon.
"I know, that would be awful," I say with full seriousness.
Dina is struck with a water balloon out of nowhere "Shit," She mutters, looking at her now dripping shirt. I don't think I've ever reacted so quickly to anything in my life, I throw a balloon at Ellie and it barely hits her, but it still does.
"Look, you're wet," I smile, brighter than I had this whole summer "You're wet, you lost!" I'm almost jumping around, I'm so unreasonably happy at such a stupid thing. "I won!" I yell trying to capture the attention of the CITs so my win could go on record. 
"Fuck yeah!" Dina gives me a high five then looks at Ellie "You lost!"
"You lost," I say in a sing-song voice "Red team wins," I grab Dina's hand and raise to the sky like she's just won a wrestling match "We win, you're all wet!"
"You're wet too, D," Ellie says.
"Yeah, but you lost!" Dina wraps me in a hug around my torso, pinning my arms down and shaking me back and forth.
"Ew, get off," I can't help myself from laughing "But seriously I won, put that on record."
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"Wow they have their worst player guarding the flag," I say, we were nearing dinner now and everyone was getting tired out, not me though, I had a war to win. Capture the Flag was the last game and that game is my shit, I know I said that about every other game but I really mean it this time. 
"I always forget that you're way too into this," Ellie says, she's unmoving in front of the blue team flag, pole stuck into the ground. 
"Ellie, you need to let me win," I say "Or I will do unspeakable things to you."
"Is that a threat or a promise?" She teases.
"Whichever you want," I almost surprised myself by saying this but it just slipped from my mouth like wax off the wings of Icarus. Behind me, I feel a harsh slap on my back and swiftly turn around to see a pudgy kid with a huge smile on his face. 
"You have to go to jail," Conner says and if he wasn't a child who stood at 4'3 I probably would've hit him.
"Yeah, I know, Conner," I glance at Ellie who is biting back a laugh and gives an obnoxious little wave as Conner drags me by the hand towards the jail. He waddles along, clinging to two of my fingers, his hands are greasy and slippery, whatever reason, I'm not sure I want to know.
He takes me to a rope circle laid out on the ground, there's already a handful of people on my team in it. Conner drops me off there, sticking his tongue out before scurrying away as fast as he could (Which wasn't very fast). There's one blue team guard, I recognized him from Jesse's cabin. 
I'm far too bitter for someone playing a harmless camp game, I hold a grudge easier than I hold someone's hand. "Why are you here?" A boy from Miles cabin asks.
"Because I got tagged, Emmet," I say, agitated. "Why are you here? Because you can't outrun an eight-year-old?"
His smile drops "Yeah," He looks down at his shoes, kicking some dirt. 
"How are we supposed to get out and win this?" Another boy asks.
"Jesus," I mutter "How old are you?"
"Fifteen."
"Fifteen and you've never played Capture the Flag?"
He nods his head "I mostly play COD and Fortnite."
"Oh my god," I run my hands down my face, fighting the urge to gag "Someone from our team who isn't tagged has to tag us, they can only tag one person at a time and we get a free walk back to our side if we're tagged, to win the game you need to capture the other teams flag- you know what, I feel like this is pretty self-explanatory."
"So who's going to tag us?"
"Probably no one because a kid with Fortnite skills isn't really worth saving" I answer and he falls quiet. Harsh? yes. Necessary? No, but I was annoyed.
"Hey, Crawford," A voice says, she's standing a few yards back with one of her friends giggling.
"Oh, hey," The guy guarding us, coughs, deepening his voice "What's up."
"I can't believe you're actually playing this game," The girl sniggers.
"Nah, I'm just waiting for Lucas," He lies.
"Find him later, come hang out," She smiles at him.
Crawford looks from us to her, and with little to no hesitation, he goes with the girls. Once I see their figures retreat beyond the trees, I look around to see if there are any more people on the blue team around before stepping out of the rope circle.
"I thought you said we had to get tagged by someone else before we could leave," The boy says, looking around nervously as if he was buying pot in an alley.
"Are you a narc?" I ask.
"No?"
"Then we're good to go," I say, ushering my team out of the circle. The sun has just begun to set, casting an orange hue over everything and making it look like it had been touched by Midas. While the rest of my team runs back to our side where they are safe from being tagged, I have something else on my mind, Ellie Williams. 
I began to retrace my steps back to where Ellie waited with the flag and where I'm sure a bunch of overeager kids were patrolling to protect the priceless flag from the claws of the evil red team.  Ellie was never into these games until I was, the second I had the urge to win something, she was compelled to beat me.
Someone hadn't been looking where they were sprinting when they crashed into me at full speed, they would've knocked me down if they weren't the same height as an Oompa Loompa. She let out an 'Oof' while she fell to the ground "Chloe?"
"Hi," She looks up at me, and quickly the posse rolls around. All of the girls in my cabin, even Tamar and Morgan were actively participating.
Leslie ran up to me and hugged me around my legs "Hi, girls," I said with furrowed eyebrows. The past two weeks I had struggled to even get them to collectively go to breakfast without putting up a fight because they didn't want to. "How's the game going?"
"We know where the flag is!" Valentina peeps up, she has mud smeared under her eyes like war paint. 
"Yeah, but Ellie's there and I'm scared of her," Leah mentions.
"Well, we're all together now so we can strategize," A smile cracks onto my face.
"We should put a scorpion in her hair," Kim has a wild grin on her tanned face, her honey-blonde hair is tangled into a rat nest, with a couple of leaves in there.
"No, good idea though, we'll save that one for later," I point at Kim "I was thinking that I could distract Ellie while half of you keep the other guards away and the other half grabs the flag and makes a break for it."
Kim nods enthusiastically, Tamar doesn't seem thrilled by the idea but she doesn't object to it so I take her silence as a win. This is the exact moment I put on my invisible captain hat, giving each of my girls a specific role with the promise I would sneak them candy on Saturday if they pulled this off. 
With each passing minute, the sky got darker and darker, I wanted to finish this game until Joel and Tommy made the counsellors walk around with headlamps on to keep an eye on everyone. "Hi, El."
"What do you want?" She's been standing in the same spot for a little over an hour, her vexation was shining through in her tone. 
"To be done with this game," I say, prepping myself for the little heist "This is really dragging on and- I saw Crawford run off with some girls from your cabin."
"Who the hell is Crawford?" She furrows her eyebrows.
"One of Jesse's boys, I know it's an unfortunate name."
"Who did he leave with?"
"Uh," I rack my brain for their names "Cindy and the rude one."
She nods, immediately knowing who I was talking about from my vague description "So, when are you gonna run past me and steal the flag?"
"What?" I acted like her question was incredulous "Why would you think that's what I'm trying to do?" I'm so bad at acting, I'm behaving like one of those wasted middle-aged men who get pulled over on the freeway and pretend that they're stone-cold sober by making a bunch of hand gestures while they talk.
"You're awful at acting," She says, crossing her arms, I watch the veins tense in her forearm below her tattoo sleeve.
"Fuck," I muttered "Fine, I give up," I plop myself on the ground, my spine against the trunk of a tree, I look up at Ellie "Okay, I'm officially over these games."
She raises an eyebrow and I can tell that she doesn't believe me. "First of all, you're sitting in mud. Second of all, eleven years of bloodshed and you're giving up out of nowhere?"
"It's not out of nowhere, I'm just getting older," I say the second half a little quieter "I'm in college I need to stop acting immature."
We both fall silent, she doesn't know what to say to this. Ellie usually wasn't the best at comforting me in whichever situation, I remember back when I was fourteen and a wreck because my first dog died and all she could do was give me a hug and ask if I wanted water. 
"You’re not immature," Ellie says, unsure of what to do.
"Alrighty," I press my lips together in a thin line, equally diffident. "I'm just bored of this, it's gotten kind of repetitive."
"Then what do you wanna do?" She asks, in this light she's dimly illuminated by the setting sun. She looks like a sculpture carved from honey.
"Keep looking at me like that and I'll do whatever you want," I smile.
"Are you trying to flirt with me?"
"Is it working?"
"Not entirely," She says, behind her, there's a snap and just before she turns around I call her attention back to me. I saw Valentina, Chloe, and Olive emerging from behind trees, just seconds away from victory.
"Okay," I chuckle "Help me up?"
Ellie regards me for a second before taking my hand stretched wide. The second her hand clasps in mine I pull her down with all of my might and believe me when I say this is no easy feat, Ellie was sturdy. Luckily I caught her off guard and managed to pin her beneath me, I straddle over her torso, gesturing for the girls to run.
"Go!" I whisper-shout so others on the blue team can't hear me. Ellie grabs me by the waist and uses momentum to flip me over, now I'm the one with my back in the mud and she sits overtop of me. 
She had been so close that our lips brushed, and I had felt my heart stop, I almost didn't want to move just to see what would happen next but in utter panic, I reached next to me, a handful of mud and smeared it down Ellie's face. "You're so gross," She squeezes her eyes shut, leans back and begins to scoop mud off her face, I use this as my opportunity to wriggle out from beneath her.
It takes me a minute to get off my knees and onto my feet, by this point, almost the entirety of my legs are covered in mud, leaves, sticks, and probably bugs. I try to take off but my sneakers betray me and I fall face-first into the mud.
Of course, Ellie sees this and she's laughing so hard she needs to support herself, one forearm against a tree while her other is clutching her stomach. I scoop up more mud, almost squirming in distaste from the sensation of it caked beneath my nails but I still throw it at Ellie with perfect accuracy. 
She tenses up when I do this. Once again I struggle to my feet but this time I am victorious, I stay frozen in place for a moment to be sure I won't face plant again. When I'm sure that I won't fall, I bend down to throw another mud pie at Ellie for good measure than I'm off to see if my girls completed the mission.
When I finally got back to my side I saw my team already celebrating "Woohoo!" I yell and the crowd immediately falls quiet, regarding my current state. I probably look like a creature who's just crawled out of a stagnant swamp. 
"Why does she look like that?" Ashlynn whispers to Bowie who doesn't respond and from his red eyes alone, I know the reason why.
"C'mon girls," I smile "Bring it in!" I open my arms for my cabin to come in for a hug but they just back away from me with wrinkled noses. 
Tommy looks at me "Why are you dirty?" I knew he was getting sassy when he propped his hands on his hips "What happened in the ten-minute gap since I last saw you that has made you so filthy?" It wasn't malice in his voice but genuine curiosity, Tommy was a fun-loving guy for the most part.
I shrugged "I wouldn't know, mate, you tell me." His eyebrows furrowed as his confusion delved even deeper. He looked into my soul from across the clearing. Eventually, Ellie makes her way to join me, she's a little better off than I am though she's still grimy.
"Oh, great, you too," Tommy says, gesturing to his niece. 
Joel lets out a deep sigh "You two better shower before dinner."
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I let the hot water run over my body, dripping down and consuming me whole. Ellie and I are the only ones in the showers, we're separated by nothing more than a divider though the steam is so heavy I wouldn't have been able to see her regardless. 
Since we were sent to grab a change of clothes and clean off Ellie had been almost silent, she wasn't even teasing me back or making a punchline when I had thrown out an obvious setup. 
After thoroughly washing the grime off of my body I turned the shower off, walking over the laminated bench where Ellie and I had out put our clothing only to find them missing. For a minute I thought I was crazy and had misplaced them but after awkwardly pattering around the shower house, I realised they were gone.
"Hey, Ellie," I say on the other side of her shower stall "Someone stole our clothes."
"You're hilarious," She deadpanned, not an ounce of amusement in her tone.
"Yeah, I know but I'm not joking."
I hear the water turn off in her stall, she pokes her head out and looks at the bench "Where did you put them?"
"I didn't put them anywhere," I say, in an attempt to sound convincing. "Someone took our shit," All that was left behind we're Ellie's Converse, knocked onto the ground and my carabiner with keys, a flashlight, and my shark keychain. 
"Fuck," Ellie mutters and looks around for a moment before her eyes land on me and she quickly averts her gaze, "Can you turn around?"
"It's nothing I haven't seen before."
"I hate you."
"I hate you too." I tell her though I do turn around "What's the plan here?"
"I'm looking."
"I already did, dumbass."
"Thoroughly." She adds.
I stare at empty shower stalls and white tile walls while Ellie checks every single spot that I already have. I can hear only her and the plop of dribbles of water splattering against the cold ground. The steam is still heavy and easy on my sharp lungs.
"I can't find them," Ellie says at last. "But I did find some clothes that look like they could've belonged to Adam Sandler.”
"Yeah, no shit," I turn around and see her standing there completely nude, she moves quickly out of my eye line and into a stall "You've changed in front of me a million times, what's different now?" I say, nonchalantly, walking past her.
"Maybe I don't want you to see me buck naked."
"I think I just heard something," I stop in my tracks.
 "not really the time-
"Why do you always think I'm fucking with you?" I ask, furrowed eyebrows.
"Because-
"Shh," I hush her trying to listen for the sound. I walked toward the entrance of the shower house there was a large wall in front of the door so no one could open the door to peek in, they had to go around the wall and properly enter, the same way most locker rooms were set up. I'm about ten yards away from the entrance when I see a figure poke their head out, just a quarter of its face, I can see their amber eye. They spot me in almost a split second and jet out in a blur, I hear the door open and crashing shut, their feet scrambling away. Just like that, I felt my blood run cold. 
"Fuck!" I yell, scuttling back towards the stalls "Ellie, there's fucking someone in here!" My heart is beating faster than I think it ever has before and I almost feel sick with the thought that someone was in here the entire time Ellie and I had been vulnerable and unaware. 
"What?" She steps out of the stall and looks around before she sees me. I'm on the floor, my knees to my chest and eyes wide. "You saw someone?"
"Yes!" I say throwing a hand out to gesture to the divider "They were hiding behind there and fucking watching us!"
"Shit," She says, walking towards the wall and looking behind it, she freezes too. Ellie turns towards me and the doubt on her face is gone "We need to find some clothes and get out of here."
"What?" I say "Did you see something?"
Ellie begins to open every single locker, tossing articles of clothing that people left behind on the ground. She wasn't exaggerating earlier when she said she found clothes that could've belonged to Adam Sandler. No wonder they were left behind.
"What was it?" I press again.
"Just some mud tracks, they were probably ours," She dismisses. "Now get dressed."
This doesn't ease me in the slightest, I'm so on edge that I haven't made a joke about Ellie and I casually being naked in front of each other. How ridiculous the pair of us looked didn't aid me in calming down; Ellie was wearing a black T-shirt about three sizes too large that read 'Ask me about my IBS' with a caricature of a man-eating cheese beneath it, this was paired with blue basketball shorts that had two white stripes running down the side. "How's your IBS?" I tease.
"It's a constant battle." At least she had her shoes, I had to wear flip-flops that hardly fit, so small I almost thought they belonged to a Barbie. While Ellie was moderately comfortable, I was not, I had to wear skinny jeans that were crudely cut into Bermuda shorts, matched with none other than an American flag tank top, how patriotic. 
"I'm almost thinking it would be better to go out in nothing," I say, looking at myself in the mirror. I glance over at Ellie, I know she's trying to play it off but I can tell she's shaken.  "You look so stupid."
"Damn," She says "I was just trying to show my support for those with IBS," Ellie jokes, trying to ease the tension.
The both of us are procrastinating on leaving the perceived safety of the shower house. I feel dread emanating from the woods, we will no longer be surrounded by four walls and engulfed by bright light. As we walk towards the entrance I reach for Ellie's hand, intertwining our fingers. "So we're going straight to the mess hall?"
"Yup," She says, giving my hand a little squeeze, it's her way of saying 'I got you'. I wonder if she can sense the panic pulsing through me or distress pumping in my veins. At the door I saw the tracks Ellie was staring at, they hadn't been ours. We walked in with muddy sneakers, these were barefoot prints, and whoever they belonged to had walked in many circles. I'm sick to my stomach once again, fighting the natural urge to vomit until I cry and my parents come to comfort me.
I click my flashlight on, but nothing lays ahead but forest and a beaten path. We stepped out into the darkness, it wasn't a far walk to the mess hall where everyone was gathered but that didn't stop my heart from racing like a rabbit moments away from getting snagged by a terrifying beast. 
My heartbeat slowed the further we walked, so far we hadn't been kidnapped by a pervert. I take a deep breath, trying to push overtly dark thoughts to the back of my mind, next to me Ellie is calm as a marble statue bathed beneath moonlight.
Each breeze makes me shudder despite the humid weather. Suddenly, regarding my current situation, the summer camp doesn't feel like home anymore. It feels like those abandoned houses up the road that my parents had carefully trained me to stay away from. The rustle of leaves is reminiscent of the laugh that belonged to creepy men who used to watch children at the park who didn't belong to them. 
I'm no longer met with the fresh scent of pine but something ancient, something rotted like it's been sitting in the back of the fridge for a decade. It reeks of shit to the point where I'm gagging on nothing like little hands of wind pushing on the back of my throat. 
My hand grows sweaty clasped to Ellie's though she shows no indication of being bothered by this. I hear a rustle somewhere around, whether it's in the trees or the bushes I'm unsure, instinctivly, I freeze. I look around, the gleam from my flashlight gliding across the flora, searching for something that likely isn't there.
"It's okay," Ellie says, her voice tender as a lullaby  "We're fine," She pulls gently on my hand to keep us going but I'm stuck in place. My flashlight is frozen on the body of a rabbit, Its white fur soaked through with red. I break my hand free from Ellie's grip and clasp it over my dry lips to choke down a cry. The entire skin of the rabbit's torso had been torn off on one side from the spine to the stomach, you could see its brown organs, the still beating heart, and everything that made it function was pooling out of it. If it hadn't been for its little head, beady eyes full of fear and perked-up ears, I wouldn't have known it was a rabbit at all. Whatever mauled it did a messy job that it hadn't quite finished like a dull axe to the back of the head. 
Behind the trees, I hear slurping, something wet and hungry. It wretches on what I assume to either be its newest feast or its saliva. It devours every last breath it has, the breathing is shallow and gruff like it's eating so fast it's choking on its meal, though it takes the time to slurp and swallow the remnants of whatever it's chowing down on. I see a pair of golden eyes glint behind a shrub in the cast of my light.
I reach for Ellie's hand again and run like I've never run before. She quickly takes the lead, so fast that she's nearly dragging me along. We don't speak but we understand each other clearly, we need to move. 
Trailing us, I hear heavy steps beating against the dirt pathway. I don't even need to look back to know that it's following u, its heavy, wet breathing is clue enough. I'm starting to feel a burning in my lungs, saliva builds in my mouth and I spit it down onto the pathway, heaving with every quick-paced step.
One of my too-tight pink flip-flops catches a rock stuck in the path and sends me tumbling to the ground. For just a moment I see a pitch-black figure wearing tattered clothing with amber eyes that glow light street lamps gaining on us; I could've sworn it had human hands and feet but I wasn't in my right mind, it's still enough to send adrenaline coursing through my veins. Without even stopping, Ellie pulls me back up and I kick off my other sandal, running barefoot on the trail.
My feet hammer against the dirt, rocks, and pebbles. I can feel the souls of my feet getting sliced and torn though I don't slow down, the sight of the mess hall in the distance makes me run even faster. 
"Hey!" Ellie yells, trying to capture the attention of someone in the mess hall. Her grip on my hand doesn't loosen, in fact, it gets tighter as she pulls me along. I don't know if whatever was chasing us is still there but I'm too mortified to check. 
I wave with my hand clutching my carabiner but it does nothing to garner any kind of attention within the mess hall. Our feet moving faster than we could form thoughts we ran towards the entrance. 
Ellie pulls the door wide open and pushes me in before slamming the door shut behind us. The very second my heaving body hits the floor, everyone's attention falls on us.
"Woah," Miles regards us with confusion before it morphs into a smile on his face "Did you guys just have sex?" He takes a bite of his sandwich, he looks like he got into Ashlynn's stash.
"Why do you look like Adam Sandler and Hilary Duff?" Dina furrowed her eyebrows next to Jesse, he looked like he was trying to work together some type of conclusion for why we were breathing so deeply and why my feet were bleeding. 
I look at Ellie and she meets my gaze, she no longer looks calm. There's a sense of dread written clearly across her features, that thing didn't seem animal, it didn't seem human either and I wasn't sure which was worse, the echo or the answer.  
A/N: Not much to say today but thanks for reading! Love you all.
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Smarty II (Rafe Cameron x OC)
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SYNOPSIS: smart girl isn’t as smart as rafe cameron.
WARNINGS: mature content; dark!rafe, toxic relationship, domestic violence, verbal abuse, blackmail, jealousy, general violence, manipulative behavior, explicit language, substance abuse & addiction, use of guns, mentions of past crimes, obsession, controlling behavior, pouge!oc
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I remember the first time Rafe Cameron hit me.
It was a couple days after my eighteenth birthday, the two of us alone at Tannyhill. I hadn’t spoken to him in those days out of irritation, the memory of my birthday ending in disaster haunting me every time I closed my eyes.
Rafe threw me a big party at one of his father’s empty properties, the unused house filled with teens and young adults, drinking and singing along to music of my choosing. There was a table stacked with gifts from both friends and strangers alike, the phrase “happy birthday” was imprinted into my mind from the countless times I heard it that night.
I wore a pretty, pink dress–one that Rafe bought me specifically for that day. He told me I looked like a princess, and that was all the convincing I needed to put it on.
Rafe was supposed to drive me home that night after the party died down. He was supposed to kiss me sweetly on my doorstep before I went inside and tell me how beautiful I am.
Instead, he drove us deep into the Cut, claiming that he needed to run a quick errand before he dropped me off. I already knew where we were going–he had taken me plenty of times before–and it annoyed me greatly.
He was already high enough, his blown out pupils and constant sniffing the only evidence I needed to know. The fact that his priority was going to his drug dealer’s house made me upset, and I let him know that.
Rafe was irrational when he was high, but I didn’t think he would kick me out of his car and leave me stranded at the house of the guy that supplied his blow. 
It was dark out, the moon high in the sky as the night stretched on. All of my friends were drunk off their ass, my parents were asleep, and there were no car services running in that area at two in the morning. My boyfriend was long gone and despite the offer, I refused to get in a car with the man that sold drugs to teenagers for a living.
It was a relief when Kelce pulled up to me on the side of the road that night. I don’t remember how long I had been walking, but I do remember how grateful I was.
I also remember how much I wished I just kept walking home instead.
“Go away, Rafe! You’re scaring me!” I yelled from behind the door. The wood vibrated against my back as the man on the other side beat against it with his fist, my heart jumping every time it connected with the surface I pressed myself against.
“Open this fucking door!” Rafe’s voice was loud and angry even through the thick wood of the old house. 
My heart nearly jumped out of my body when he shook the doorknob with a terrifying strength, the entire frame shaking violently as he pulled against it with what I’m sure is his entire body weight. My hand flew to my mouth to keep the fearful yelp from escaping my lips after I felt the force of his foot kicking against the door.
I felt like I was in a horror movie–like I was Wendy and Rafe was Jack. I could feel the eyes of the audience watching in horror as I hid in a room with my boyfriend on the other side out for my blood. 
The sound of the door frame splintering drew a scream out of me, one that I couldn’t hide as I flung myself off the door. There was nowhere I could hide from the blonde on the other side, the room bare of any hiding spots other than the long table in the center. I ran to the part of the room farthest from the door, eager to put as much distance between the pulsating door and I as possible.
I watched in horror as the door flew open a few yards away, the wood by the handle splintering as Rafe’s foot made contact. 
“Rafe, please!” I squeaked out when he caught my eye. The fuming nineteen-year-old ignores my pleads, long legs making record time as the long strides carry him to me. “Please! Just–just calm down!”
I moved around the table, nearly stumbling over my own feet as I held my arms out in defense against Rafe who was fast approaching. 
“You’re dead.” Rafe grits through his teeth. His finger raises to point at me as an aid to emphasize his point, the other hand shoving the chairs I moved to block his path back under the table carelessly. “You hear me? You’re fucking dead!”
Spotting the open door just a few feet away, I take a final glance at the man before making an attempt to bolt for it.
I knew I wasn’t fast enough–the move was quite predictable and I‘m sure Rafe saw it coming from a mile away. I barely took four steps towards the frame before I felt his fingers grip the back of my shirt, the movement jerking me backwards and right into Rafe’s arms.
I felt my body hit the wall shortly after, the hard surface colliding with my body leaving a sharp pain in my side and arm as I’m thrown against it disgracefully. I don’t get the chance to recover before I feel a familiar hand make contact with the side of my head and press it into the cool surface of the wall. My body shivers from the sudden change in temperature, cheek flat against the patterned surface as Rafe holds me there in a bone crushing grip. 
“You think I’m stupid? You thought I wouldn’t find out?” The blonde says into my ear roughly, the feeling of his breath brushing against my ear giving me goosebumps. I shook my head the best I could under his hold, wincing as he pressed my head harder into the wall.
“Rafe, it’s not like that–”
I feel Rafe’s fingers move from the side of my face and take home in the roots of my hair, nails scratching against my scalp as he grips the strands by the base. He yanks me away from the wall by the hair balled up in his fist and I yelp in pain. 
“Huh?” Rafe forces me to meet his gaze, eyes glaring down at me angrily. “It’s not like what? You weren’t texting my friend behind my back? I’m imagining shit now?”
“Yes!” The worse slipped out faster than I could stop it, regret immediately filling my body as I held my own hand over Rafe’s that has found home in my now tender scalp. “No, Rafe. You’re just–it’s just a misunderstanding!”
Rafe digs into the depths of his pocket, scoffing at me in disgust as he does so. He pulls out a phone; my phone. The pink case catches my attention immediately as he unlocks the device with my own scared face. 
He already knew the passcode, the action was just one to show his power over me in the moment.
I watch him silently school through my text messages as I tremble in his arms, struggling to hold myself up in the strange and uncomfortable position. The screen reflects off his blue eyes as he reads through my conversations, the concept of privacy no longer.
“‘Thanks for the help, Kelce. I really needed that.’” He reads off the text I sent to his friend late last night. His eyes flicker up to mine, the depths of them filled with jealous rage as he forces me to stare into them. “What the fuck were doing texting my friend at two in the morning?”
“I was texting him because you left me stranded in the Cut with your drug dealer at two in the fucking morning, Rafe!” I snapped at him, the fear quickly turning into anger and frustration as he accused me of doing anything else. “Not that you would remember; you were too coked out to care about anything but yourself.”
I should have left him right then, but I didn’t. And It was no surprise that it would continue to happen.
Instead, I sit behind these grand, white walls of Tannyhill, eyes glued to the picture frame on Rafe’s desk.
He was working silently in front of me, fingers making quick work of the keyboard as his own eyes flicker back and forth from the computer screen to the papers spread across the dark wood of the desk that was once his father’s.
I looked so happy in that pretty, pink dress. A smile that stretched a mile wide grazed my lips as Rafe embraced me from behind, a fond look in his eye as he looked down at my glowing face.
The memories of those days would flood my mind the moment I set eyes on this house, which is why I couldn’t stand being here. I couldn’t live a life in a house where I can remember every room I’ve been beaten and berated in during one of my boyfriend’s coke induced rages.
Sighing heavily, I tear my eyes away from the picture and lean back onto the firm couch I was seated in. I try to hide the wince caused by the sharpness in my side as I move, ribs flaring up in pain once again. 
Rafe does not take being disrespected lightly–not by anyone. I already knew that before I said what I did a few nights before, and I also knew the consequences. 
I shouldn’t have been surprised when I woke up just a few hours later with him standing over me, the darkness of his looming figure making my heart stop for just a few seconds before I realized it was him. I should have known he would show crossed on God-knows-what, the mixture of substances increasing his hostility tenfold.
I didn’t fight against it when he ripped me out of the bed with a fistful of my hair, or when he threw me against my dresser, the sharp corner digging to my side as I was shoved into the piece of furniture. Rafe is bigger than I am, his strength outmatches mine dangerously; there was simply no point. I didn't cry out for help when his calloused palm struck my face the first time, nor the second time. 
When he told me to apologize, I did. When he went through my wardrobe and ripped apart all the outfits I’d been scolded by him for wearing to work, I said nothing. I stood silently as I watched the ruined fabrics pile up on the ground in front of me. When he told me that I was lucky to have him because no one else would want a girl that dresses like a prostitute, I didn’t argue.
I didn’t resist it because it would only make things worse for me. It always did.
He kissed me goodnight and I kissed him back like nothing happened, the ache in my side burning hot as he traced the stinging skin of my cheek where his heavy hand met my face just a few moments before.
I used to fight back in the beginning. I would kick, bite, scratch, scream. I would threaten to leave if he did it again, to tell the police and give them all the evidence.
“Who would believe you?” Is what he told me, and he was right.
Who would believe some random, middle-class girl over Ward Cameron’s son? On what planet would Ward ever allow his family’s name to be tainted by his son being arrested for hitting his girlfriend?
The defeat I felt is something I still cannot describe.
“Laia?” I snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of Rafe’s voice. My eyes land on him behind the desk, a hum leaving my lips in response. “You okay?”
I nodded my head, afraid that I’d whimper in pain from the rib that is surely bruised by his own doing. I pulled my hand away from the sore spot slowly, teeth clenching together to keep my face expressionless. 
It doesn’t go unnoticed by my boyfriend, blue eyes flickering down to the hand that I’ve removed from my side and back up to my face. He says nothing for a moment, just allowing our eyes to hold each other tensely.
“Come here.”
I stare at him for a long few five seconds before moving, ribs screaming as I stand up from my seat on the leather couch. I walk over to the blonde behind the desk, awkwardly standing in front of him as I await further instruction.
Rafe reaches forward to place his hands on my waist, the warm prints of his fingers pressed firmly into the skin under my top as he pulls me closer. He angles me sideways slightly, hand moving to lift up my shirt. He just stares silently for a minute as he analyzes the bruise, eyes glued to the large spot spread over my skin.
I knew exactly what it looked like; I’d been staring at it for three days and watching it change color as the time passed. It was big and splotchy, a mixture of yellow, red, and purple in a somewhat rectangular shape displayed across my left rib cage. It was nasty, and I’m sure Rafe thought the same.
“Damn, baby…” He finally breaks the silence. “I did this?” He looks up at me, eyes meeting mine as he waits for an answer.
I nodded my head again.
Rafe drags his gaze back down to the bruise, a look of both awe and pity covering his face. I flinch when his fingers move to trance over the perimeter of the bruise, sucking in a sharp breath of both pain and surprise from the lack of warning. The hand that grips my waist tightens, keeping me still as he studies it closer. 
Leaning into me, he brings his face to my side. I feel his soft lips press into the discolored skin, a gentle kiss that leaves me breathless for a moment. The gesture was something he did often; sweet kisses to cover the bruises he leaves behind.
It was poetic almost–like a band-aid over a bullet hole, or a drop of water in a wilted garden.
“You know I love you,” Rafe pulls away slightly, eyes peeking up to stare into mine. “Right?”
“I love you, too.” The words leave my mouth quietly, the phrase feeling at home on my lips. 
The blonde leans back into the chair and pulls me with him, his once open lap now occupied by me as I’m given no choice but to sit. The hand that was used to trace over the ache in my side rises to my face, the same palm he used to strike me now cupping my cheek warmly, thumb stroking over the skin softly. 
I’m tempted to lean into the familiar feeling, but I don’t, instead sitting stiffly on his thighs as he caresses my face. 
“You know I don’t like doing that–I hate it.” I nod my head at him wordlessly, the sight of his striking, blue eyes leaving me unable to speak. “But you just don’t give me a choice. I just…You make me so angry sometimes, Laia. And–and you do it on purpose.” He looks at me with an expression of both exasperation and desperation, head shaking from side to side as he speaks.
He wasn’t wrong–sometimes I did make him mad on purpose. Never over anything serious, only things like calling his favorite show boring or saying his outfit didn’t match. Little things that we would laugh about later.
This wasn’t one of those times.
I nodded anyway, choosing to maintain my silence in place of verbal response. It was just easier to get through it that way.
“All of our actions have consequences, baby.” He continues on, the familiar phrase vibrating against my eardrums. “You knew better than to say that, but you did it anyway. Do you not respect me?”
“I do…” I say quietly, a defensive tone barely present in my voice. 
“So why would you think it’s okay to say something like that to me?”
I didn’t know how to respond to him truthfully without him getting angry again. I said it because that’s what I thought at that moment.
“I said I was sorry…” My eyes dropped from his gaze, instead choosing to hold contact with my own hands as they twitched nervously in my lap. “I just…you were calling me names, and–and it made me really mad because I didn’t do anything wrong!” My voice barely raised an octave, but it was still enough to convey my frustration. 
“You’re right.” Rafe nods his head at me in response. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You looked very beautiful in that outfit and it’s not your fault that other guys can’t keep their eyes off you. I was being mean and I’m sorry for that.”
Rafe traces over my lips with his thumb, the warm digit gently smoothing out the pout that had appeared on my face. 
“But it’s not safe for you to be dressed like that around a bunch of gross, strange men you don’t know all day. You haven’t heard the things they say about you, but I have. It makes me sick.” He says with concern.
I look at him confused, unsure of what he’s talking about. All my customers have been nothing but respectful towards me, the implication of them being anything else but that leaving me puzzled.
“It scares me to think about what could happen if I weren’t there to watch over you…I just want you to be safe. I know you think I’m hovering; I know you think it’s annoying and ‘controlling.’” Rafe’s worry seems to be genuine, the crease between his brows deepening as he looks up at me in his lap. “I know that. But how else am I supposed to make sure nothing bad happens to you?”
“I can take care of myself, Rafe.”
“I know you think that, Laia. I’m not saying that you can’t, either.” My boyfriend shakes his head at me as he speaks. “You’re a smart girl, but you don’t know everything. I’m a guy–I know how guys think. Sometimes I know better than you do, and sometimes you should listen to me. Okay?”
I say nothing for a moment. There was a slight tension in the air and I could feel his eyes on me.
My eyes remained fixated on the fingers in my lap, nails picking at each other mindlessly. My gaze is pulled away from the digits by Rafe’s knuckles underneath my chin, my eyes forced to keep contact with his instead as he awaits my response.
“Okay?” He repeats the word a second time, not accepting my silence as an answer.
“Okay.” I say quietly.
Rafe nods his head at me, the fingers keeping my chin in place moving to tuck a loose braid behind my ear.
“And I’m sorry I hurt you this bad; I should have been more careful.” He says, referring to the big, fat bruise hidden beneath my shirt. “I was high and I–I shouldn’t have come over when I was like that. I went too far.”
Rafe says that every time this happens. He always has an excuse, whether he’s sober or higher than the moon that lights our sky at night. But I always accept it.
Maybe I was stupid for that, but it would be a lie to say that I cared. 
He was remorseful every time, I could see that it hurt him to see the pain he caused me after he finally calmed down. He would always apologize, and I would accept it because I knew he was really sorry–even if I knew it would probably happen again. 
I loved him too much to leave. I’d been with him for almost four years; he was my first kiss, my first date, my first–and only–boyfriend. I promised myself to him, the diamond ring with our names engraved inside had been sitting heavy on my finger for two of those years. I helped him through his darkest moments; through his cocaine addiction, when he got kicked out of his house, when his dad died. I was there for all of it.
This relationship meant too much to me to let it go–Rafe meant too much to me. It’s why I allowed so many things that people say I shouldn’t, why I allowed myself to be treated in a way that would make me pity someone else if they were going through the same thing.
I was strong enough to handle it all, even if it left me feeling drained at the end of the day. To me, it was a small price to pay.
“I don’t like being so rough with you, but I feel like it’s the only way you’ll listen to me.” Rafe sounds disappointed, though I’m not sure if it’s in himself or in me. “I don’t like it, but if that’s what I have to do, then that’s what’s going to happen. Clearly, it’s working.”
Rafe’s eye’s trail down to my outfit, silently approving the choice. The big, pink sweater I found at the back of my closet was far from seasonal, but I needed something to cover the bruises that littered my arms and body. The plaid skirt I paired with it was something Rafe bought for me a few weeks ago; I chose it because I wouldn’t have to worry about him not liking it.
“My sweet girl…” He says softly. His strong arms wrap around me firmly, careful to avoid the spot that I’d been nursing all day. “You’re just so perfect for me.”
I allowed myself to melt into him, the stiffness of my body gone as I accepted his warm embrace.
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vacantfields · 3 months
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Silly Time
SO UH i finished it (: teehee
be kind as always as i was just having fun with it!! thank you for the love on the snippet of this... i hope you guys enjoy this silly thing!! Happy new year from me!!
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It was another sunny day in the Daycare. Kids were playing and screaming in delight as they ran around.
Sun was sitting with some quieter kids at the small table, where they all drew on some colored paper with crayons. He, too, was drawing along with them. It looked rather comical as he sat there, his legs bent like a frog would sit, and in his hand a tiny crayon as he doodled on the blue piece of paper he had gotten. Sun was enjoying his day until a tiny voice spoke up at the table.
"Uhm... Mister Sun?"
Sun looked up from his drawing, his faceplate doing a silly little spin and his grin soft. 
"Yes, little star Kris?" 
The little girl looked down at the crayon in her tiny hand before speaking again. "I was... Wondering if you knew why Mister Moon calls the nice security guard, who comes here sometimes, for Love."
Sun trained his barely moving expression to remain still, though inside, he was shocked by this new knowledge. "Oh? Moon calls them for Love?" He tried to poke Moon's AI in his headspace, but the other remained quiet. Sun and Moon were able to communicate through their shared headspace, but the other AI moved away from Sun's poking, making him scoff internally.
"Yeah... I was just wondering because my mom and dad call each other that." Little Kris continued before going back to doodling as little kids do when they lose interest in getting an answer.
Which fit Sun fine as his inner workings were reeling, his fans kicking in. Moon had never mentioned that he was hanging out with a night guard, and especially not this one.
Sun could usually peek through Moon's eyes and be present when Moon was in control, but lately, the other AI had closed the connection, and at first, Sun thought maybe Moon just needed alone time, which was, of course, fine! But it seems there were other things at play. 
But Sun couldn't ask Moon about this right now. He was working and busy as he was an excellent daycare attendant. He thought so himself, at least.
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Luckily for Sun, the kids got picked up earlier today, and he decided that as soon as he had cleaned, he would poke his other half until he responded. 
As Sun swept the floors and cleaned the surfaces, he heard the doors open, and the Security guard came in. The animatronic scattered to the playground to hide as he often did when this guard came around. It was not that he hated this security guard or anything. He and Moon didn't trust any of the adults. But for Moon, that might have changed.
"Hello? Moon?"
Sun was in one of the play castles, quiet as he hid in the small tower, checking his internal clock. It was indeed time for Moon to come out, and Sun could feel the other stir.
The sunny animatronic kept his white eyes on the security guard, hiding behind the castle doorway as he spoke internally. 
"Oh! So now you respond to me." Sun grumbled.
"... I just woke up," Moon mumbled back in reply.
"And?! Moonie, what is this about you calling THIS security guard for 'Love'??!" 
Moon groaned in the headspace. "You said you didn't like them, and I wanted to see them for myself and quickly found out you're being a dumbass."
Sun squawked in their shared space. "ME?? A DUMBASS? Moonie! The adults are not nice to us ever. I mean, you even told me you hate all the night guards and the security guards!"
Sun could feel Moon rolling his eyes. "This one's different. Let me out. They're calling for me still."
"Nuh-uh."
"... What the hell do you mean 'Nuh-uh'??" Moon growled.
"Moon? It's time to do the rounds!" The short guard called out into the empty Daycare, then removed their hat to scratch their head. "Moon? It's okay if you don't want to! Uh..."
Sun kept his eyes trained on the guard from his hiding spot. 
Moon continued. "Sun! Let me out!"
"I can't believe you trust them to do those security rounds with you! They're small! weak!"
Moon scoffed. "They're nice! Now let me out!"
Sun hummed and then replied, "No."
"NO?! SUN!"
The Sunny animatronic then shut the other AI out, dooming Moon to sit back and watch as he moved down from the play castle and over to the security guard. 
"Hi, Friend!" Sun said with a bright smile.
The security guard jumped in surprise and dropped their hat. "oh! Hi Sun!" they stuttered and bent down to pick the hat up. "I was wondering why the lights were still on..." They mumbled to themself.
Sun frowned, and Moon broke through. "You have never been kind to them, you wannabe jester." Sun gaped internally. Oh, how he wished he could punch his other half.
"Well! Sunshine. I got the task of cleaning the Daycare, and it took a bit longer than I thought," Sun said with a smile, but it faltered when he heard Moon's deep chuckle in the back of their shared headspace.
The guard looked at Sun with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. 
Sun then realized he had given the security guard, he had avoided at all costs, a nickname, an endearing one as well. "Oh."
"Uhm... Well, if Moon isn't active, can you tell him to come find me once you're done?" The guard- ["-Sunshine." Moon supplied with a smirk in this tone.] 
Sun groaned lightly, running a hand down his faceplate before smiling at the guard. "Or we could go together?" 
Moon growled in the back of his head. "You cannot take my time! Sun! Go turn off the lights. Now."
Sunshine, the guard, looked shocked; it looked like this was so out of pocket for Sun to suggest. "Oh!... Are you able to leave the Daycare?" They curiously asked.
Sun hummed. "Yes, of course! If Moon can leave, why shouldn't I also be able?" he asked with a spin of his faceplate, causing Sunshine to let out a flustered giggle.
"True... Well, alright, if Moon doesn't mind," They said with a smile. Sun smiled sweetly as he heard Moon complain angrily, wandering around in their headspace. "He doesn't mind at all, Sunshine! It will be good for us to get to know each other!" He held his hand out to them, which they grabbed with a shy smile. 
"Ooooo, when I get you, Sun." Moon hissed quietly in their shared head, to which the sunny side of the animatronic let out a quiet chuckle before looking down at Sunshine and guiding them to the massive doors at the entrance to the Daycare.
The two left the Daycare hand in hand to do security rounds. Maybe Moon was right about this one, Sun thought as he glanced down at the guard as they walked together. 
This time it was different.
Not that Sun ever wanted to give Moon right, but perhaps he could let this guard close to them.
Just this one time.
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lovelykil · 8 months
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「 Pretty Boy 」
kyle x reader older ver.
cw; fluff I GUESS
note; I'm screaming
"He's so pretty." I whispered, setting down my pencil after I drew some hearts around his name.
My eyes landed on his hands, so pale yet adorned with a hint of color still, his hands slender and long, possessing an unusual but captivating prettiness, moving upwards to his pasty white facial structure- slightly defined yet retaining a softness look of a girl's features, his nose, though big and hooked, appeared appealing in my gaze, despite his own insecurities about it, his hair a very noticeable feature of his, big, subtle shade of red with the messiness curls I have ever seen from his lack of knowledge of doing them correctly, but still somehow came to look neat and clean.
And lastly his eyes– a color most people would die to have, emerald green. It was such a pretty shade on him especially in the light when the sunlight graced his features, casting a radiant glow that caused his eyes to twinkle and sparkle like precious gems.
To be honest I could get lost in them for hours but he'd find me weird and get embarrassed for me staring at him for too long.
So I admire him from a distance whenever he's not looking. Smiling to myself.
"You are so obsessed with your boyfriend it's making me sick." Craig threw a paper to my head, as he gagged. My attention was brought back to reality, turning my head towards him "And you aren't?" I picked up the paper and threw it back at him, watching his face go red.
"Yeah but when you did it its weird.."
"Oh well then deal with it, anyway have you seen his hat? It looks so cute with his hair today."
"He wears the same fucking hat every day, yeah so cute."
"It's like he's my girlfriend, I love him."
"Oh spare me.."
I picked back up my pencil to continue the heart doodles ranting off to Craig who couldn't care less but happened to be next to me so his fault.
"He's so prettyyy Craig I'm going to cry, I want to kiss him and tell him that all the ti-"
"Who's so pretty?" I familiar voice asked from above, I looked up to see Kyle, his expression showing some faint jealousy and concern. I put down my pencil and flipped over my paper fast, clearing my throat to contain myself.
"J-Just some actor from my favorite show' right Craig-?" I nervously looked over to the teen he glanced over at us then back to his phone.
"Your chick is obsessed with you Kyle, please shut her up." Craig nonchalantly said, texting away.
"CRAIG-" I shouted in embarrassment, he didn't he react just kept taping on his phone at one point did smirk, but probably not from me.
I rubbed my face trying to calm myself down as Kyle kept quiet at my desk.
"I'm sorry he's lying- I mean well no- but I uh.."
"Are you?" Kyle let go of the straps to his backpack and kneeled at my desk, his cheeks slightly faint red. I watched him slowly inch downward and eyes fix on mine, I looked away shyly nodding my head slightly. I found my pencil again and messed with it awaiting for his response.
"Me too."
"You are?" My head perked up in shock, the slight dread had suddenly washed away from his answer making me beam. He nodded his head with a soft smile, his hands slowly reached mine to hold.
"I was just talking about you to Stan but came over when I heard you talking about a guy being pretty, it made me.. concerned? I don't know why." He admitted, his grip tightening.
"I was talking about you, you're so pretty." I leaned in to rub my nose against his softly then pulled away to nervously smile at him.
I could see his also nervous smile appearing on his pale face along with a red blush.
He let go of my hand after a few moments to hold my face, his thumb grazing against my lip carefully then held my chin.
"Can I.."
"Not sure why you always need to ask but yes." I snickered at his reaction which was just him being awkward and shy.
"I just don't want you to uncom–" I pressed my lips against his, kissing him slowly with passion tasting him as I pulled away. I licked my lips with a giggle.
"It's a good thing your pretty you're very dumb."
"You're an asshole."
"Your asshole?"
".. Maybe don't word it like-"
"Yeah I know that I didn't sound right.. sor-"
"CAN YOU GUYS STOP FLIRTING so BAD, it's literally KILLING me." Eric yelled from 2 desks away to which me and Kyle turned our heads in sync towards him.
"Shut up Cartman" we both shouted before turning our attention back to each other and leaning in for another sappy cute kiss right after we made eye contact to do so.
"You still suck at flirting." Cartman scoffed. Kyle raised his middle finger at Cartman then went to cup my cheek as we both began to smile into the deep kiss.
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bloody-peach · 8 months
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Demonic Possession (BATIM smut: Ink Demon x F!Reader) [NSFW]
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(art by Hikase555)
Goodie Bag: Vaginal sex, creampie, monster sex, biting/marking, breeding, fluff and smut, dry humping, grinding [please let me know if i'm missing anything].
Now Playing: The Rigs - Devil's Playground (click here to listen)
Taglist: @omniuravity @eldritch-affair and any other fellow monster/demon fuckers!
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A/N: Oooh man, the monster fucker in me is salivating over Ink Demon rn. I couldn't find a lot of Ink Demon smut (if any) so I made one myself. A few things before we start. 1) The ink demon will not be referred to as Bendy in this, just 'the Ink Demon'. I go against canon and see Bendy and the Ink Demon as separate entities, so it applies here. 2) the look of the Ink Demon in this story is going by hikase555's design. The header image is by them, but here's another one for further reference: [click here]. 3) I had my boyfriend help me with the intro, so if there appears to be a slight disconnect in writing styles at the start, that is why. One last thing: if you ever get confused on how kissing works in this, the kisses work pretty much like how it worked in this image: [click here]. Ok, on with the show!
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Bending through the corridors of the Cycle left closed and locked away, a sound painfully wailed behind the walls. He once found comfort being given form, but now he dreads the very existence left to be his fate; why must ink demons have heat cycles?
The Ink Demon knew that his heat would start today, it started the same time each year (wait, do years even go by in the cycle?). He would usually be able to control it by pleasuring himself in many different ways, and it would usually work, but now he was insatiable. He needed to find a mate or else lose his mind trying to hold off til the end of his cycle, which he knew he couldn't do.
As he ran through the list of potential candidates in his head, a shrill scream rang out through the halls. It wasn't a scream he recognized as anyone from the studio, so he went to investigate. He followed the commotion to find a chase between the Projectionist, and a woman he'd never seen before. A smile grew on the Ink Demon's face. Maybe this was his chance.
-Some time before-
You heard the rumors about the abandoned studio from the 1930s near your apartment from many people, but never really believed them. However, the mystery of what could be inside the surprisingly intact building enticed you to go see for yourself. When you entered the studio, everything around you turned black and sepia. You walked through the halls and explored the many rooms, to the point where it seemed endless.
But you soon found that, unfortunately, you were not alone.
Many humanoid blobs made of ink and morphed versions of the Bendy characters would try to attack you, at an increasingly growing rate. You were able to outrun them, but you started to grow paranoid over whether they'll be back. Nevertheless, you kept exploring, but you carried a makeshift weapon (you found a broken piece of pipe). You walked into a room where there was a projector running, displaying some footage for some TV special with Joey Drew as the host. You took a closer look at the projector, impressed by its ability to still run after all these years. But then, you noticed ink starting to drip down the projector. The ink formed into a puddle and then grew into a body, attaching to the projector. It lifted it off the stand and was now a walking ink being with the projector as its head. The creature turned to you and let out a terrifying shriek, then started to charge at you. You dodged it and ran out of the room, the projector being chasing you.
-Now-
You ran and ran as fast as you could but you could hear that projector being catching up to you. Soon, to your horror, you hit a dead end. You turned to see your demise coming closer and closer. You put your arms up in a defensive position and shut your eyes tight, waiting for a swift death. But then there was a loud sound and then, silence. You slowly opened your eyes and saw the projector on the ground, separated from the demon's body. You put your arms down and almost jumped when you saw who killed it.
It was a 7 foot tall, malformed figure with skin made of black ink that almost looked like tar, appearing to have a fit human torso, legs, and arms, but with a very small waist. His head looked like Bendy's, but it looked like someone dumped ink on his head, making him look melted. It covered his eyes, so you couldn't see them, if he even had any. His horns were curved and almost looked like a crescent moon, almost. His smile matched Bendy's, but it was much wider. His left hand had 4 fingers and was wearing a white, ink-stained glove, while the other hand had 5 fingers and wore nothing. While you couldn't help but blush as you looked at him, you noticed that he wasn't trying to attack you. He was just...standing there, looking at you.
He stood motionless, his gaze fixed on you. His presence felt unnerving and sinister as he slowly approached you, a faint smile curling at the corners of his mouth. You started to relax as your fear started to dissipate. When you saw its smile, you couldn’t help but feel a blush appear on your cheeks. The Ink Demon's smile widened as he continued to approach you, his steps slow and deliberate. His gaze, intense and penetrating, never left your face. He then knelt in front of you, his head in front of your chest, which brought a lump to your throat for some reason. Maybe it was the invasion of personal space.
You felt a bit of unease in your stomach due to his gaze, but you figured he was safe, since he saved you from that projector thing. You cautiously reached your hand out and you gently put your hand on his cheek. As your fingers made contact with the Ink Demon's face, his inky skin felt cool and smooth to the touch. The ink didn’t stick to your fingers, much to your surprise. He remained still for a moment before slowly tilting his head slightly, resting his head in your hand, a low purr in his throat. It seemed that he found comfort in your touch.
You reached your other hand to touch his other cheek and you couldn’t help but smile warmly, realizing he wasn’t like the other monsters in this building, and that your assumption of him being safe was right. The Ink Demon's expression seemed to glimmer with a mix of curiosity and something akin to affection as you held his head in your hands. You felt as he slowly placed his large hands around you, like he was holding a doll. The Ink Demon's grip on you was surprisingly gentle, his ink-covered hands enveloping you with an almost protective hold. He was handling you like you were made of glass and if he moved wrong or squeezed you too tight, you’d shatter to pieces.
His gaze remain fixed on your face, his expression filled with a strange sense of connection. You couldn’t deny that you felt that connection too, along with a warm feeling in your chest. You thought about how sweet this demon was being, that maybe this was its true nature. You then thought about how it must’ve been so long since he’s seen anyone here that wasn’t a monster out for blood, and how lonely he must’ve been. After that thought, you felt a sense of compassion for this creature and you leaned forward and laid a soft kiss on his head.
The Ink Demon seemed surprised by the action, because it backed up a bit. You felt like you did something wrong, so you said, “I-I’m sorry. Was that too much..? I..I...” That’s when the Ink Demon slowly shook his head, his face softening as he continued to hold you. He reached up with one hand and gently touched the spot where you kissed him, a small smile forming on his face. Something told you that he really liked that. After that, he lifted you up and took you to another room.
The next thing you knew, you were in a room with a makeshift bed in the middle of the room. Must’ve been where the Ink Demon slept, you figured. As he placed you on the mattress and stood in front of you, you wondered why he brought you here, until you thought more on it.
Why else would someone bring you to their room? Because they want you to stay.
You look at the Ink Demon and ask, “You..want me to stay with you, don’t you?” The Ink Demon's smile widened slightly, and he nodded in response to your question. He released his grip on you but took your hand and gently held it, as if urging you to stay. Well, it wasn’t like there was anything for you outside of the building. You had no one waiting for you, no one to be worried about you if you disappeared. Plus, it’s not like there was a possible exit to this place anyways. So you looked at the demon and smiled, saying, “Alright. I’ll stay with you.” The Ink Demon's eyes lit up with a mixture of gratitude and excitement, then he nuzzled the top of your head and licked your cheek.
You felt a stinging pain on your cheek, so you touched where he licked and there was blood. Turns out you got hurt as you ran away from that Projector Demon. You noticed you got a few scratches on your cheek and on the side of your neck and on your shoulder, all bleeding. “Shit...” you said to yourself. The Ink Demon tilted his head slightly, observing your injuries with a mix of curiosity and concern. Slowly, he went to your cheek again. The Ink Demon’s long, inky tongue snaked out from his mouth and delicately licked at the blood on your wounds. As you felt the stings, you noticed that even though he was terrifying and intimidating, he was still being so gentle with you. As he continued to clean your wounds, a low growl rumbled in his chest, almost as if he was trying to comfort you. You felt a blush form on your cheeks and when you heard his comforting purr, you felt touched that he cared about you enough to comfort you through the pain.
He then moved from your cheek to your neck and shoulder. You felt his hot breath on your neck, his tongue slowly caressing it as he cleaned up the blood. It sent a heat down to your very core and you could feel yourself getting hot from this. As he slid his tongue down to your shoulder wound, you accidentally let out a soft moan. In response, the Ink Demon’s purr deepened as he continued to lick your wounds. His tongue brushed against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His gaze stayed locked on you as he continued to lick you, seemingly lost in thought.
He went towards the spot between your shoulder and your neck and he growled again, but a bit louder this time. He then bit down gently on your skin, drawing a bit of blood. A small, almost unnoticeable amount of ink dripped from his teeth onto your skin, sinking into the bite as he marked you as his. You gasped softly as he bit you, but not out of pain. The ink seemed to numb any pain the bite would've caused and it actually intensified your heat. You couldn’t help but start to feel aroused from his bite, his tongue, his touch, his everything. The Ink Demon’s growling deepened as he continued to leave more marks on your shoulder, now with more purpose than before. He could sense your arousal, and it only served to fuel his own. He knew that you had to be his mate, there was no denying it. He wanted you oh so badly, his very being was screaming for him to devour you.
You couldn’t help but reach your hands out and touch him. You wanted to feel his skin, to know that what you were experiencing was real. The Ink Demon closed his eyes and purred, reveling in the warmth of your touch. You gently touch his arm, trailing your fingers along his slick inky skin. You reached his hand and after feeling his palm and fingers, you gently intertwined your fingers with his, holding his hand. He smiled warmly and leaned down slightly, pressing his forehead against yours and allowing your intertwined fingers to rest between you. You blushed red and you felt a warm and tight feeling in your chest. Were you starting to fall for this gentle beast?
You started to trail your other hand down his chest and along his stomach, feeling how smooth his skin was. The Ink Demon inhaled deeply, his body shuddering slightly at your touch. He gazed at you, his cheeks flushed and his smile so warm and inviting. He reached out with his other hand, placing it on the small of your back and pulling you closer to him. You gasp softly at his touch, sending shivers down your spine. “Y..You can..t..touch me too...i..if you want,” you were able to say softly.
The Ink Demon pressed his lips against yours, the kiss gentle and slow. His hand moved up your back, tracing the curve of your spine and pulling you even closer to him. His other hand trails down your side, resting on your hip as he explored your body. You kissed him back, letting a moan escape into his mouth. The Ink Demon smiled, pulling away from your lips to kiss your cheek and neck. His hand moved down to your thigh, slowly tracing its contours as he pulled you even closer to him. You sighed softly as his fingers traced along your thigh, opening your legs slightly to let him touch even more of you. The Ink Demon's hand moved further up your thigh, slipping beneath the hem of your dress and exploring the smooth skin beneath. He pressed his forehead against yours, letting out a purr and allowing himself to fully experience the sensations that were running through him. You felt your body heat up more as his hand slid up your dress, and you decided to just speed up the process for him. “H..Here...let me help you..”
You undid your dress and let it slide off of you, leaving you nude except for your panties. You heard a deep lust-filled purr in his throat once you were nude. He gently laid you onto the mattress, ready to prepare you for him. The Ink Demon moved his hand up to your breast, squeezing it gently and exploring the contours of your body with his fingertips as he kissed your neck and shoulder, licking the fresh bite mark and your wounds. He pressed his groin against yours, feeling the heat between your legs as he explored your body with his hands, mouth, and tongue. You moaned as you felt the heat from between his legs touch yours. You couldn't help but slowly rub your groin against his, so he felt as good as he was making you feel.
The Ink Demon smiled, admiring your desire for him. His hand moved up to your face, cupping your cheek as he leaned in to kiss your lips again. He pressed his groin against yours, feeling your warm, wet center against him as you both move against each other, your bodies intertwined and your breaths becoming heavier and faster. The Ink Demon moved his hips against yours, feeling your body shudder with pleasure as you came closer and closer to release. He slipped his hand down to your panties, feeling the wetness between your legs as he ripped them off, exposing you to him completely.
Once your panties were gone, you felt something touch your pussy. You look down and you saw something growing from his groin, which formed into a large cock, matching his skin. The Ink Demon smirked as he grabbed your thighs and rubbed his cock on your pussy for a bit, until he slipped his hand between your bodies, guiding his cock inside of you, gripping both your thighs and slowly pushing himself deep inside. You couldn’t help but let out a moan as he stretched your walls so deliciously. He leaned forward, grabbed your jaw, and kissed your lips, his tongue exploring your mouth as he feels your body writhe beneath him. He started doing long and deep thrusts, your bodies entwined and your breath coming in short, gasping breaths as you both feel the pleasure building within you both.
You had never felt this sort of ecstasy before in your life, not even with any other partner. This thing was reaching depths you never knew were possible, sensitive spots you didn’t even know you had. “Ahh..! S..So..good..!!” you couldn’t help but let out of your lips once he broke the kiss. The Ink Demon's hand moved down to your ass, squeezing it gently as he thrusted into you, feeling your body shudder with pleasure. He kissed your neck and shoulder, his tongue exploring the contours of your skin as you both come closer and closer to release. He could feel his cock throb inside of you, the pleasure building within him as he moved faster and faster, feeling her body writhe beneath him.
He changed position slightly as he lost himself in the pleasure, grabbing your wrists and putting them above your head, your legs a bit in the air as he leaned towards you more and thrusted harder into you. You moaned at each thrust, trying not to cry out loud. The Ink Demon let his tongue out and licked up your belly and breasts as he fucked you so well. Ink dripped from his tongue, leaving trails on your body, like you were his canvas for his lust-filled creation.
He kissed your lips once again, feeling your tongue explore his mouth as you both came closer and closer to release. Finally, he felt your body convulse beneath him, your pussy clenching around his cock as you came, your moans filling the air as you cry out in ecstasy. He follows soon after, letting out a primal roar and feeling his cock throb as he filled you full with his hot, sticky seed. You felt like you were in another realm than you were as the pleasure from your release flowed throughout your body and you arched your back. All that existed was your full womb, the cock inside you, your body, and pleasure. You could feel his seed fill your belly so much that the sensation caused a second orgasm to rock your body.
Once you come back to reality, you both stay like that for a moment, your bodies intertwined and covered in each others’ cum as you both caught your breath, before the Ink Demon collapsed onto the bed, laying next to you and pulling you close. The Ink Demon kissed your cheek, feeling your smile as you both lay there, your hearts pounding in your chests. You hugged him close, your head resting on his chest. He then leaned to your ear and whispered in a deep, gravelly voice, “I love you.” While you were a bit surprised he could actually talk, you felt warmth flood your heart and you smile, kissing his cheek before saying, “I love you too.” The Ink Demon smiled, feeling his heart swell with warmth as he hugged you tightly. He rested his chin on top of your head, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of your warm body pressed against his. You both lay there, holding each other close, until eventually, you both fall asleep, your bodies still intertwined.
‘I think I’m going to love this new life,’ you thought to yourself before letting sleep take you.
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sparrowrye · 7 days
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Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, A2 part 14
Synopsis: It’s been over a year since we were brought under Alastor’s watchful eye. We’ve unlocked our Demonic powers, discovered our own talents, and began building the Safe Haven with Charlie and co. Alastor seems increasingly interested in the power we hold as one and intends to use it properly.
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Part 14: blood and fire
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I was sitting on a rock with a sketch pad in my lap. Reagan and her friends, mostly those a few years younger than her, were casually looking through the water for sea glass or pretty stones. The littles had really clung to her since she started helping Ms. Vivian with classes.
I spoke to Althea about the strain on my mind. She had instructed me to pick a mundane skill that didn't take much thought. She offered sketching and something inside me flipped a switch. Sometimes, when the floor was dirty enough in my cage, I would draw figures. When I ran out of room I would draw in the dust outside my cage.
I had asked Alastor for a simple sketch pad and pencil to which he complied without a sarcastic response. In fact, he didn't even ask why.
I made it a habit to spend time with Reagan in the early evening. I had my afternoon session with Lucifer or Alastor, depending on the day, followed by the still slightly uncomfortable afternoon snack with the latter, and then spent time on the shore with Reagan sketching.
I had fallen into the schedule with ease. I liked being busy and I liked being around different people. Husker was still my morning buddy and that gave me plenty of time to pepper him with questions about a certain pink and white Demon.
We stayed down on the shore until dinner. Like usual, I was quiet while Vivian and Althea did most of the talking. Since my incident, I found it quite difficult to socialize. I was always so tired. I never wanted to talk but I still craved other people's company.
After dinner, I said goodnight to Reagan and walked back up to the house. As soon as I stepped through the threshold, something felt off. I reached out my magic sense and knew there was something not right with Alastor. The house was dark and quiet, the brooding aura coming directly from his room.
I tried dulling my magic so he wouldn't sense me and crawled up the stairs. A red light emitted from underneath his door. The hallway felt heavy. I couldn't hear him moving around and I didn't dare try to reach out with my magic to feel for him. I kept myself small and quiet, carefully tiptoeing to my door and grabbing the cold handle.
Alastor's hand suddenly appeared next to mine. He towered over me from behind, leaving maybe an inch of space between us. The hair on the back of my neck rose and I wrapped myself in a protective shield of magic. His hand hadn't touched mine yet, surprisingly, but I could see it shaking against the metal.
"Alastor?" I called softly, my voice daring to shake.
"Your blood is like nothing I've tasted before," he breathed into my ear. It flicked in response and I tried to inch away unnoticeably. My heart was punching the inside of my chest. Surely he could hear it. "The cravings have returned, my dear. Painfully so." He drew a strained, shallow breath. It sounded painful. "Per our deal, will you let me satisfy this pain?"
He peeled his claws off the handle one by one, moving his hand to hover over mine and awaiting my response. He was shaking. Everything in me was screaming to run. He was dangerous. He was desperate. Even if I wanted to run, could I? I could only imagine what he currently looked like, all disproportionate and covered in green X's. His breath was hot on my ear and it was an effort to keep it from moving each time.
"S-sure."
He didn't hesitate. His hand clamped down on my own, pinning it to the handle, and sank his teeth in the spot between my neck and shoulder. I yelled and grabbed his hair with my other hand, slicing my skin on one of his antlers. He squeezed my wrist to force my fingers to let go and pulled it away. He withdrew his teeth slightly then sank them back in to get more blood. The pain flew down my arm and into the tips of my fingers.
This wasn't what I had expected. "That hurts," I gurgled.
I bent my knees and felt his teeth slip out of the injury. He audibly growled as his hand left the door handle to wrap around my torso, effectively trapping both my arms against my body. His other hand snaked up to my chain and held my head to the side for easier access.
He dragged his tongue across my skin, eliciting a whimper from me at the sensation. I squeezed my eyes shut, clenched my teeth, and tried pulling on his arm that was trapping me. He sank his teeth back in his bite mark, sending another wave of pain down my arm. I couldn't breathe.
I put my foot on the wall and pushed. It did nothing. I put up the other but his black tentacles came out to hold them down. My cries for him to stop landed on deaf ears, though I felt his magic abide the pain to a lesser degree. Tears were steadily streaming down my face at this point.
I started to feel extremely tired and lethargic. I tried digging my claws in his arms to stop him but even my fingers felt heavy. He was taking too much blood. It didn't feel like he was in any rush to stop, either. I tried to build up my energy and briefly saw an image of drawing a few shadowy souls through the gold and purple barrier. I sent a wave of shock or electricity from my body into his, making him go rigid from the pain. He slowly lifted his head.
"Stop," I panted, "please. Too much."
I heard him lick his lips. He moved his hand down my neck and healed the small wounds. I felt my energy, or maybe it was his energy, returning as he unwrapped everything from me. I spun fast to slap him with the back of my hand but he caught my wrist. His eyes narrowed.
"I see I lost myself," he admitted. "My apologies, dear."
I wrenched my hand from his grip and rubbed the sore spot. I quickly locked my bedroom door behind me and huddled in the bathroom corner. I pressed my claws into my head and kept it between my knees. My body was shaking but there was a deeper, strangely more pleasant, feeling buried deep in my mind, deep in my bones, that I refused to let into the light.
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"Why did you want me to come, boss?" Husker asked. He and Alastor were standing in the shadows of a small alley.
"Two Overlords went missing," Alastor explained, "and my contact said Blackwater is behind it."
"Who's Blackwater?"
"We're going to find out." Alastor glanced at the bar as two people walked in. "Our favorite little Dragon mentioned the name to me some time ago."
"Speaking of which, what exactly happened between you two?" 
"What do you mean?" Alastor turned back to him.
"She said something happened with you that she doesn't want to talk about, and it upset her a lot. So, what was it?"
"That is for me to know," he answered, looking back at the bar entrance.
"It would help me help her to know what exactly you did."
"As she said, it's between me and her."
"She and I are very close."
"My answer is no, Husker." He casted a red glare over his shoulder.
"I'm not above risking my life for her if you forced yourself on h—"
His green chain appeared around his neck and cut off the end of his sentence. Alastor yanked the cord and held up the shorter man so their noses were inches apart. His eyes were dark with red dials, his antlers stretching above his head.
"How dare you accuse me of such a thing," he spat. "I'm disappointed you've let someone you've known for only three years sway your judgment of me." Husker had a claw on the clamp around his neck and the other at his side, desperately trying to keep his hands off his boss. "Accuse me of such a thing again and I will pry your soul out of your body and stretch it across my radio frequencies for all to hear."
Husker swallowed. "Got it."
The green light dimmed as Alastor straightened up and dissipated the chain. He fixed his coat flap and looked at the group entering the bar. He was about to move when he felt a presence on the edge of his mind. He knew it was me and willingly drew me past his shields, but still shallow enough that I couldn't see his memories. I watched the world from his eyes, thrilled at the discovery of a new skill.
That's my girl. He stiffened at his own thought. He was grateful I couldn't hear his thoughts at the level he was holding me at. He shook his head and mumbled a curse to himself. As he stepped out into the light, his Demon appearance melted away to reveal his Human one. Husker followed suite.
Alastor walked in first and Husker veered away from him a few tables in. They both ordered something from the bar but Husker found a small table in the corner to observe the room. Nothing revealed itself for half an hour. However, Alastor noticed a steady string of people entering the bar and immediately going into a side room. Two guards stood at the entrance checking a slip of paper each person or couple pulled out.
Alastor ordered a short drink and let his shadow loose. He stayed along the wall and melted with another person's shadow as they entered the room. A set of stairs stretched to his immediate right. At the base of the stairs was a small room crammed with round tables and dozens of chairs. A small, wooden stage with a red curtain stood at one end. Alastor's shadow found a perfect spot in the corner where his eyes wouldn't be noticed.
After another half hour or so, it began.
"Ladies and gentlemen, you have waited long enough." A man in a black suite and slick blond hair walked on stage with his arms outstretched. "Blackwater is proud to open his latest invention to his devote followers."
Well, I'm exactly where I need to be. Alastor thought to himself. 
Another man walked on stage carrying a small, metal backpack. He placed it on a round table and opened the latch, revealing a mix of wires and dark filled tubes.
"Not only is this more compact than the last version," the announcer went on, "but it provides the user another element to use." Murmurs erupted. "May I have a volunteer? Someone who wields only one element?"
No one raised a hand for moment. Then an older man, with white hair on his head and face, offered his hand. The announcer excitedly motioned him up to the stage and helped him take his coat off. He put the backpack on the old man and lifted an object to the back of his neck. The man made a pained noise as the thing hissed when it connected with his skin.
"As always, give your body a moment." The announcer helped the man into a chair the lackey pulled up. The man was visibly struggling, his body contorting inward. It lasted a minute, maybe two, before the old man was able to sit up straight. "Now, with powerful Demon's blood flowing through your veins, you can use any element you wish. Give it a try."
The old man remained in the chair but slowly lifted his hand. He casted wind around the room then a small jet of flame from his palm. He looked surprised, thrilled even, at the ability to wield more than what he was used to doing.
"No longer are we restricted to our own limits," the announcer went on. "Blackwater has made it possible to put us on the same level as every Demon. Keep this around and filled, and you'll be able to keep yourself and your family safe from any threat. How about another volunteer?"
The crowd erupted in applause and several people shouted to try. Alastor's shadow snuck back up the stairs, careful to avoid the eyes of the guards standing at the base and entrance. It slid back to its owner and melded into his Human shadow. He stood up, leaving a tip for the bartender, and casually walked out of the bar with his hands in his pockets. He went back to the alley and waited for Husker to join him a minute later.
"What was it?" Husker asked, morphing back into his Demon form as Alastor had done.
"He made a device that allows Humans to wield more magic," he answered. "Which means he used the Overlords to make it."
"He's using..." Husker fell silent, unsure of what to say next.
"We're going to wait," Alastor dictated, "and we're going to find out where his factory is."
"Why not just try to find Blackwater himself?"
"I will. But I'm going to take down his assets first."
The two of them waited for an hour before everyone dispersed from the meeting. Alastor's shadow hid easily in the dark shadows to watch the announcer leave the bar from the back door. Husker climbed onto the roofs while Alastor went to meet the man in the back street.
The light flickered over the man's head. He noticed and looked around at the empty street, seemingly aware that someone was watching him. He stuffed his phone and gloves in his pocket, fingers extended. His walk was slow, eyes scanning, as he started the walk back to his apartment.
He made it to the next street before Alastor appeared under a dim alley light. The announcer stopped dead in his tracks, blood running cold. Alastor's shadow grew along the wall and opened his wide, sharp mouth in a hungry laugh.
"What do you want?" the announcer demanded. Alastor knew the tone of feigned confidence.
"I won't have to move from where I stand if you tell me where Blackwater's factories are."
"I'm more afraid of him than you. He'll kill me if I tell you anything."
Alastor clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Fortunately for me, I am about to prove you wrong."
Alastor's shadow yanked the man's foot out from under him. He dragged him down the street and pinned him against the wall. Alastor was taller now and his stitches were desperately trying to keep his limbs attached to his body. His mouth grew wider and teeth sharper, eyes turning into his usual black and red dials.
He place a huge claw over the man to further hold him in place. He curled his other claw near his face and proceeded to pull the man's living soul out of his body. The man screamed but it came from his soul, not his physical mouth. Alastor knew what the man was 'seeing'. He was watching all the other trapped souls scream and reach for him, a fresh soul with new energy. He would merge with them, melding into the hive mind and losing his individuality.
"I'll tell!" the man wailed. Alastor let go of his soul and it slingshotted back into his body. He grabbed at his chest, eyes wide, and tried to calm down. Alastor stood there and waited for the panic attack to subside. The man couldn't stop shaking and he pulled his arms and legs tight to him like a scared child.
"Go on, then. Tell me," Alastor beamed. In his usual form, he bent at the hips so his face was level with the man's. He loved this.
"He-he...he uh...the-the coordinates. Truckers give receipt..." He fumbled with his coat pockets until he drew out a crumpled piece of paper. Alsator's shadow took it from his unsteady hand and unraveled it before dropping it in his claw. Like the man said, the paper was a receipt and at the bottom was the factory name and coordinates.
"Thank you, my good man," Alastor's voice turned chipper as he looked back to the man, "Do give Blackwater my regards. I'd love to meet the big man in charge."
He slipped into the shadows to join Husker on the rooftop. He grabbed his coworker's shoulder and focused, mind fixed on the image of the world. He found the coordinates, surprisingly not far from where they stood, and teleported them. He climbed through the shadows to enter the small factory and watched from a dark corner.
Belts of machinery were stretched across the whole factory. Workers stood on the side inspecting or crafting the pieces. There were at least fifty currently being worked on and there was a stack of crates in the one corner where the trucks picked them up. He continued to look around, mostly in search for Blackwater himself or the Overlords he had captured. Yet neither was here. He would have to find his other factories.
It took nothing for Alastor to start a fire. The workers attempted to put it out but they were all Humans with Slight magic. The fire grew too much for them to handle, forcing them to leave the factory to save their own lives. He melted the foundation and watched the whole thing topple inward on itself.
He appeared next to Husker who was hiding in the safety of the forest's shadows. "Satisfied?" Husker quirked an eyebrow up at him.
"I will once this man is dead," Alastor said. "I need to speak with the other Overlords. I need to know who let him get to this point unnoticed and unchecked."
"I'm sure that'll go well."
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Author's Note:
I noticed that I was a bit more sadistic in the very first chapters of this series and needed a small taste of it again. I sure hope you all enjoyed the taste of 2 chapters :P
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mystar-girl57 · 1 year
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𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞
𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : Dealer!Ellie Williams x reader
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : Finally reaching our Crescendo and leading into our Coda of this story Ellie and you finally get some time to talk, but that isn’t until we see Seline’s madness from a different view point first
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : Seline, blood, violence, fighting, unconsciousness, like 3 lines mention on r!pe, head wounds, one homophobic slur aimed at you and Ellie
𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 : I am not going to lie to you this is my first time writing a fight scene so its gonging to be absolute shit, and this is only partially proof read I am sorry i was eager to get this out. Also i know that Ellie’s name is just Ellie but i have a hc of when she’s in trouble or someone’s seriously trying to get her attention that she’s called Eleanor
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You couldn’t stop the laughter that erupted from your throat while you, Jesse and Dina all stumbled down the hallway. The three of you looked like drunken soilders as you hand your arms around one another, you being sandwiched between the couple and you sang “I want it that Way” so off key that even AJ McLean would be put to shame. You all swayed side to side singing as loud as you could while trying to not fall making more giggles erupt from your mouths.
As you drew near to Dina’s room though you noticed that the door was wide open. The others noticed it too because soon your singing had ceased and you let go of each other. Jesse put you and Dina behind him and the two of you crept after him in a single file line. With every creak of the floorboards under your toes you winced. If someone was in there you knew for sure they had heard you.
Getting close to the opening, the three of you put your backs to the wall to listen for any commotion of the intruder inside.
“You drugged my drink, you took advantage of me while I was in that state! And because of that— because— because of you I lost that one good thing in my life. The one thing that was keeping me together, making sure I didn’t lose myself! Now she’s gone!”
Ellie?
“Oh please don’t be such a baby about it. Drugged or not you kept whining her name over and over again, you even called me that skank's name on the way here! You mistook me for her.”
The Blonde.
Without much thinking you stepped forward, around Jesse and rushed into the dorm. You found Ellie on the ground cornered by the blonde from the party. From her body language, the way she was folded in on herself, her green eyes wide with fear you knew she was scared. You watched the blonde grip Ellie’s jaw leaning in and that’s when you acted. You stepped back on your left foot, and with your right you stomped down. There was a satisfying thud and Ellie’s attacker was on the floor. You were absolutely seething. All this time you had thought that Ellie had just gotten bored of you and found someone else to fuck with but that wasn’t true at all! She was forced and that made you a whole other definition of anger.
Your eyes didn’t tear away from the blonde on the floor, even when Jesse came in to get Ellie out, even when Ellie’s screams to not leave you fell on your deaf ears you stood there fists clenched, your shadow casted on the woman’s body in front of you. The door slammed shut behind you sealing the apartment into darkness without the light of the hallway, your shadow disappearing.
“Get up.” You snarled walking over to the woman, you canvas sneakers thudding against the vinyl floor. You reached down and grabbed a fistful of the faux blonde hair, her dark roots showing. “I said get the fuck up!” You yelled, jerking her up. The woman’s now busted lip was pulled back in a bloody snarl. “Who the fuck do you think you are?!” You demanded.
“A bitch who’s better than you.” She chuckled spitefully.
And those words right there caused you to snap.
The fight was a flurry of hair pulling and nail clawing. The woman managed to force you to the ground, sending a harsh blow to your hairline with her sharp heel. You could feel the skin bust open followed by warm blood gathering. You were dizzy to say the least, your vision blurred and a loud ringing in your ears but you refused to give up. The woman raised her foot to stomp back down but with every ounce of strength you had left in you, you rolled onto your back and covered your face with your arms so the heel hit your forearm rather than your head again. When she hesitated, seeing you block her attack you took that moment to grab her ankle and push her off you.
Once the woman was off of you, you were able to get to your feet, using the wall as support. Had it not been for the anger and adrenaline in your veins you would’ve been out like a light on the ground already. Reaching behind the blonde you managed to get her in a choke hold, her shorter body wriggling against yours. “What the fuck is your name even?” You spat applying pressure.
An airy chuckle came from the woman as she turned her head slightly to the right so you could see her mean blue eyes. “Seline.” And without any warning she stamped down on your foot and bit down on your forearm. You felt the skin break and in a desperate attempt to get her off you grasped her hair once more and slammed her against the wall.
Seline instinctively let go and her body slipped from your grasp. You watched as she fell into a heap on the floor and you knew the fight was over. You had won.
It was a good thing too because you were starting to feel the after effects of your wounds with the adrenaline wearing off. Your head was throbbing, your legs wobbling as you struggled to walk to the door. You pulled it open, finding Jesse already standing there looking as if he was about to open the door himself.
You squint your eyes as the hall lights filtered in, making your pupils shrink from the sudden change of light to dark.
“Did ja’ win?” Jesse asked. You could tell he was trying to lighten the mood, probably shocked from your appearance. What had been probably a five to eight minute fight felt like it went on for hours.
You simply looked at him with the face of “not right now” before going over to Ellie and Dina. You weren’t sure what to say to Ellie at the moment. You had been so mad at her all these weeks that you didn’t even give her a chance to explain. Now you stood here feeling like a fool.
Seline came out after you, one of her broken stilettos in hand, her hair a mess and make up smeared and mixed with blood. A satisfied smile would’ve shown if you hadn’t been so damned exhausted. Seline went twoard’s Ellie and you instantly got closer to your girlfriend, ready for round two should it be needed.
“Y’know what Williams?” She growled “Enjoy your fucking animal you fucking dyke.” With that she spat on the white tip of your canvas sneakers. Oh it was time for round two. But Jesse, sensing what you were about to do, grabbed the back of your shirt to keep you from going forward. And it was a good thing too, you knew you didn’t have it in you to go through that fight again. You all watched her limp down the hallway and into the elevator, the doors closing with a ding. Punctuating that she was out of your life forever.
You looked at Ellie and she looked at you with a meek smile, but upon making eye contact she dropped that smile and looked away in shame. Why did she do that? Were you glaring? You were probably glaring. With Seline gone there was now an unasked question hanging in the air. What now? You and Ellie obviously needed to talk, but oh your head. You felt as if you were going to collapse at any moment.
Jesse’s words were muffled in your ears and you just absently responded “Got it.” to each command. He must have been satisfied because he pulled you gently, your body limply falling into his embrace. You could feel his worry roll off of him in waves. A part of you just wanted to close your eyes and pass out there, give into the sleep that was nipping your skin, its claws pulling at your shirt but you forced yourself to stand back up.
The blood started to collect at the corner of your jaw, collecting until it made a large drop and dripped down onto your shirt.
You weren’t sure what happened after that, you were working on autopilot. You lead Ellie into the dorm, splatters of blood on the wall and the floor. It looked like a crime scene.
Ellie took the lead, gently taking your wrist into her hand and leading you to the bathroom. She was worried, it was obvious that you needed to go to the hospital you were losing so much blood. She was shocked that you were still up and walking. You were shocked too.
Making it to the bathroom, Ellie sat you down on the lidded toilet. Your eyes were down, blurring in and out of focus. She cupped your jaw, her thumbs rubbing it over your bruised and bleeding cheeks. Ellie’s mouth was moving but the ringing in your ears was so loud that you couldn’t even make out what she was saying. You guessed that she had said something about you staying put because you watched her rush out of the bathroom.
Your body leached forward and you tried to grab onto the sink to stop the pull but gravity won and with a loud smack you hit the ground everything going black.
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You blinked slowly, finding nothing but a cream color in your field of vision. It took a couple more blinks for the haze to wear off and for you to realize that you were looking up at the ceiling. But who’s ceiling? This one had green stars and planets littered on its surface looking back down on you.
The smell of the bed and pillow that you laid on wasn’t your own. It was more of a cologne than a perfume, a mix of woody patchouli and amber of ambroxan. Ellie’s cologne. The Luna Rossa that you bought her every Christmas and birthday with how fast she went through it. Turning your head to the left you saw a photo strip of you and Ellie making all sorts of different poses within the four frames. There was another one beside it too, a more recent one. With each photo you got more intimate.
The first you turned to look at each other, then in the next Ellie tucked your hair behind your ear, the third she cupped your jaw, the two of you moving closer, eyes starting to close and in the fourth one your lips connected.
Taking in all the pieces, the ceiling, the smells, the photos you were able to figure out that you were in Ellie’s room. Ellie. You sat up quickly, too quickly though. Your head was throbbing still and you put your hand to your wound only to find that it had been bandaged already.
“I would be careful moving if I were you.”
Your head shot up, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. There to your surprise was Ellie standing awkwardly in the partially opened doorway. From the light pouring in from the living room’s window behind her you could tell that it was morning.
“What time is it?”
“Around three in the afternoon.”
“Three in the afternoon?!” You sputtered trying even harder now to get up as you threw the fluffed up comforter off of your body. Your classes! Tests! Lectures! You had missed a whole day of school! “How long have I been out?!”
In your quick movements and your body still being fatigued you stumbled over yourself and the bed itself. Had it not been for Ellie (and well the bed) you would’ve fallen flat on your face.
“Easy, easy,” Ellie gently urged, holding your body to hers. “A little over twelve hours now, I was about to come check on you. Jesse said if you weren’t up within the next thirty minutes to call the hospital.”
You frowned but listened to her words, your eyes focused on her orange and red striped shirt. “Hospital? Why would we need to go to a hospital?” You were a whole world more confused. What trouble could you have possibly gotten into that would make you go to the hospital as well as you waking up in Ellie’s bed.
You remembered Dina bursting in your room announcing you were going out then forcing you to get dressed. Skip ahead to the party you and Jesse did shots together in celebration of your first outing without thinking of Ellie, then you remembered singing Drunken Sailor and Welerman to somehow get to I want it that Way while the three of you made it back to Dinas but after that everything was hazy.
“I tried to be quick,” Ellie sighed leaning against the bed with you wrapped up in her arms. “I was so scared she had killed you or that you were going to die from what happened. So when I saw you on the bathroom floor, all that blood I just, I didn’t know what to do I— I called Joel but he—”
Ellie’s words started to get caught as a lump formed in her throat. She couldn’t describe the fear she felt seeing you out on the ground wheezing in pain, your eyes closed and blood pouring out onto the white tile. She called Jesse who immediately came running back. Neither of them were sure what they should do. If they called an ambulance they would see the wounds and police would be contacted. Police would then want to search all the apartments and they would ultimately find Ellie’s weed selling stash causing you, Jesse, Dina n’ Ellie could all kiss your education good bye.
While in her panicked state, Ellie called Joel who did his best to keep the young woman calm while walking her through the process of cleaning your wounds and bandaging them. He had her focus on the worst one first; your forehead then he moved her down to the bite mark on your arm and then your busted knuckles and lastly a few cuts that litterared your body along with the various bruises that Seline had cursed you with. She knew that had she been in a better physical and mental state she would’ve gone after Seline herself. Make the woman feel the pain that you were feeling but tenfold. Let her understand the hell she had put the two of you through over the past month. Let her see—
Ellie’s thoughts were cut off when she felt something squeeze her body. Her cheeks were wet and droplets were falling onto her shirt and your hair. She didn’t even realize that she was crying until she heard you whispering comforting words into her ear while you hugged her shoulders. Ellie’s eyes squinted with more tears and she hugged you tighter sobbing into your shoulder. She thought she had lost you that morning you walked out, then when she found you in the bathroom. Would it take the third try for you to be gone? Ellie pulled you closer, shaking at the mere thought of having to go through that fear of losing you again.
“I know that you don’t forgive me,” Ellie mumbled into your hair after a while. “And I don’t blame you but—”
“Eleanore stop.”
Ellie instantly stiffened thinking you were upset but when you gingerly cupped her jaw, moving around so you were sitting in her lap; Ellie felt some relief. She wrapped her hands around your waist and forced herself to keep her head up looking at you.
“Ellie, I am not going anywhere.” You started while thumbing her jaw, “Yes, we definitely need to talk but we can fix this. I realize now you were serious when you said you had no idea what you were doing and I should’ve listened to you.” You looked down with a small sigh, “I was just so mad because she was on you all night and the other girls have done it too and I was worried that you had realized how much— how much— I don't know prettier they are, smarter, better than me. And you deserve better! There is so much that I want to give you but I struggle—”
It was your turn now to ramble out your thoughts in a quick and nervous tone, venting all the fears you had mixed in with the insecurities about your body, your brain, your abilities. And Ellie listened, she let you list off each one. With every check to that list she held you a little tighter, pulling you a bit closer until eventually she had you wrapped up in her arms.
It was clear to see that you two were cracked and broken both on the inside and out.
But the good thing about something being broken is you can fix it before it shatters.
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oneirophobic · 10 months
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awaited - matt sturniolo
pairing : matt sturniolo x fem!reader
genre : fluff
request : no
prompt : where she finds out that all he wanted to do was give her a gift, but was too nervous to give it to her
warnings : swearing , hints of anxiety , sibling drama , chris being immature , reader is a joe keery fangirl , snooping
word count : 1018
a/n : first post augehehrke
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"i'll get it!" a voice inside the house erupted as i rang the doorbell, chuckling to myself a little bit. "no, i will!" another shouted, followed by two sets of racing footsteps across the hardwood floor inside.
the door swung open and i was met with chris, wearing a shit-eating grin on his face. nic soon appeared behind him, "you bitch!" he shouted, smacking chris on his shoulder. chris' hand flew off the door and onto the place where nic had hit him.
"oww!" chris cried out, immediately going to get revenge on nic. nic had sprinted the way he had came, chris trailing behind him screaming. i stepped inside, closing the door behind me and kicking my shoes off at the front door.
i entered the kitchen to be met with matt sitting on the counter, playing on his phone. "hey matty," i smiled, as he looked up to meet my gaze.
"hey y/n/n," he smiled back, hopping off the counter to embrace me in his arms. i took in the moment, breathing in his scent-
"chris, stop it!" nic shouted, running into the kitchen with chris trailing behind him with a nerf gun in hand.
the only thing i could do was burst out into laughter, knowing the reason this whole ordeal started. matt pulled away from me, going over to chris, who had nic cornered, and snatched the toy from his hands.
"cut it out, you're so immature," matt snickered, shaking his head.
"whatever bernard," chris said walking away into the kitchen.
"hello to you too, christopher," you giggled as he reached into the fridge for a pepsi.
"hi y/n," he spoke, giving me a side hug as the other two walked in. "so, what movie are we watching tonight?" i asked, leaning on the counter.
"spree," nic spoke before anyone else could answer. "is that the one with joe keery?" i questioned, getting an 'mhm' in response from chris.
"oh my god, joe keery is so fine!" i squealed, fangirling over the man. nic slapped his palms on the counter top, before screaming "i know right!"
"okay, whatever, i'm ordering pizza now," matt said, hitting buttons on his phone, "the usual?"
everyone nodded in agreement, before chris and nic headed off their own ways, leaving me and matt in the kitchen.
i walked over to matt and looked down at his phone like a child. "what is it?" he asked, concerned as to why i was looking at his phone.
i tried to suppress my laughter before spilling out a, "you got games on your phone?"
"dork," matt chuckled at my actions. he always laughed at my jokes, even when they weren't that funny.
when the pizza arrived, we all settled into the living room to prepare for the movie. me and matt were on one end of the couch sharing a blanket, while nic was on the other end and chris in the recliner.
throughout the movie, chris kept commenting on kurt's greasy hair and how stupid he was for live streaming the things he was doing.
i tried to ignore it, as i was laying on matt and playing with his fingers, hoping he couldn't sense the heat rising on my cheeks and the butterflies all in my stomach and thighs each time he mindlessly drew shapes on my arms.
by the time the movie ended, nic and chris ran upstairs, shouting their 'goodnights' to avoid having to clean up the mess left behind.
i began picking up plates, but was cut off by matt taking them out of my hands. "go ahead and get ready for bed," he said, pointing up the stairs.
"are you sure?" i questioned, not wanting to leave him to clean everything up himself. he nodded in response taking the dishes to the kitchen.
i shrugged, making my way up to his room. it became routine for me to sleep in his room and in his clothes anytime i come over. so, i didn't think anything of it while opening one of his drawers.
iwent to grab a pair of short, before my hand hit something solid. i pulled back the layer of clothing covering it, to be met with a small velvet box.
i looked down the hall for matt, hearing the dishes clanking in the sink and the faucet running. i picked up the box and opened it, revealing a dainty silver necklace with a heart pendant.
i looked at in confusion, checking for any tag or note on the box, nothing. i was so caught up in looking for receipts of why matt had this in his drawer, that i didn't see him walk in.
i heard his breath hitch, quickly looking up at him, knowing i'd been caught. i started blabbing out apologies, placing the box back where i had found it before matt's hand clamping over my mouth to stop my word vomit.
"stop apologizing, i was the one who hid it in a stupid place," he chuckled a bit, lowering his hand from my mouth. he reached into the drawer, pulling the box back out.
"who is it for?" i questioned, genuinely curious. matt opened the box, lightly smiling to himself.
"it's for you," he stated, taking the necklace out of the box. my jaw had slightly dropped at the statement.
he laughed at my expression, "I've been trying to figure out a way to give it to you, but you just made this a whole lot easier," he said, moving my hair and placing the jewelry around my neck. my hands immediately flew to the back of my head, helping the stubborn strands out of the way of matt's hands.
"why didn't you just give it to me?" i questioned, dropping my hair as he secured the clasp around my neck. i turned to look at him as he spoke, "i was too afraid that you wouldn't like it."
i smiled and shook my head, "i love it matt!"
"glad you do," he smiled before i pulled him into a hug and placing a kiss on his cheek.
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nebulousbrainsoup · 10 months
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Can I please request DomMommy!Seonghwa X sun!fem reader!
Smut please!
1) I've never done this before
2) I'll take care of you
Thank you!!
this is the third time i've had to restart this reply i'm gonna scream
you sure can! this fic got away from me a little bit, honestly. i tried to keep myself from just using these two lovely prompts as a call and response to each other, and i managed it, but it did drive the word count up.
i hope i did mommy!hwa justice for you! enjoy!
nsfw tags under the cut ; masterlist | join my taglist
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Relax.
fulfilled as part of my 150(ish) followers event, open through June 16th.
PAIRING: bf!seonghwa x f!reader GENRE: smut, filth, pwp TAGS/WARNINGS: established relationship, language, ash's mediocre editing, no use of y/n; lmk if there's anything else! most of the warnings are nsfw oops WORD COUNT: 1.6k (i blacked out idk what happened) A/N: baby's first (published, out in the world, oh god) smut fic!
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NSFW TAGS/WARNINGS: dom!hwa, sub!reader, slight bdsm with an established dynamic, excessive use of pet names (baby, baby/sweet/good girl, sweetheart, angel), mommy!hwa, mommy kink, use of mommy as a title, bondage, sensory deprivation via blindfold, use of the color system as safe words, seonghwa's tongue, oral (fem receiving), light impact play for about two seconds overstimulation, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, begging, male masturbation for about two seconds, sex, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids); lmk if i missed anything!
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You could tell it had been a long day for your boyfriend from the moment he walked through the door. Seonghwa’s shoulders were tensed nearly to his ears, and you could see the muscle in his jaw twitching. Gingerly, you pushed yourself off of the couch and made your way to him as he kicked his shoes off, reaching a hand out hesitantly.
“Welcome home,” you murmured gently, and immediately, his eyes locked onto yours. You froze, the intensity behind his gaze locking you in place. “L-Long day at work?” you offered with a nervous laugh and a tight smile.
He hummed something that sounded affirmative as his fingers wrapped around your wrist, and with one quick step and a tug that drew a surprised yelp from you, he had you pulled flush against him. The hand at your wrist slid down to wrap around your waist as his free one cupped your jaw, drawing you in closer until your lips met his. The heat behind his eyes was mirrored in the kiss, leaving you breathless as you melted against him.
“Very,” he muttered in reply when he’d finally sated his hunger for your lips, shifting to rest his forehead against yours. “I need to relax,” he sighed, an undercurrent of suggestiveness lacing his words as a smirk formed on his lips. “Think you can help me with that, baby?”
Your knees went a little weak at his words, your hands coming up from your sides to brace yourself against his shoulders as you nodded eagerly. He had always affected you in a way no one else did, lust clouding your mind with even the quickest of comments or slightest looks. 
Like the one he was giving you now, for instance, one eyebrow cocked and eyes narrowed. “Use your words.” 
“Yes, Mommy,” you answered immediately, once again nodding as your hands began to slide down his body toward his belt. “I can definitely help you relax.”
The warmth in his smile contrasted with the quick, tight grab he made to your wrists, stopping your movement and holding them against his chest. “You’ll be a good girl for me, then, right? You’ll listen to mommy and let me have my way with you?”
Again, you nodded, eyes wide as you kept your gaze locked with his. “I will.” 
“Good,” he practically purred, settling your hands on his shoulders and returning his to your waist. “Because I want to try something new.” 
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You squirmed against the mattress, tugging fruitlessly against the silk ties binding you to the bedpost as you watched him pull a scarf  from the top shelf of your closet. Your clothes had been discarded the moment the bedroom door closed behind you, and you couldn’t help but feel more exposed than usual watching Seonghwa, still fully clothed, pick through the toys you had collected together. He cast a glance over his shoulder as you whined softly, amusement sparkling in his eyes and a soft smirk tugging at his lips. “Be still, baby girl.” 
“But Mommy—”
“No buts, sweetheart, be good for Mommy.”
Huffing a sigh, you flopped back against the bed, pouting as you stared at the ceiling and kicked your feet for good measure. The small tantrum pulled a quiet chuckle from your boyfriend, and you glared up at him as he came back into view above you, leaning into your eyeline from the side of the bed. “What’s with all that, hm? Why’s my angel throwing a tantrum?” 
“Want you to touch me,” you murmured, barely loud enough for him to hear.
“Behave, then. I want to make this enjoyable for you, too. You know I can’t do that if you’re being a brat.”
Breathing another defeated sigh, you nodded gently. “I know.”
“Then why are you acting like that, baby?” He asked, eyes wide and earnest. “Do you want me to punish you? You know I don’t like to.”
“Nervous,” you murmured, and when he didn’t respond, you sighed and spoke again, this time louder. “‘M nervous. I’ve never done this before, with the… I’ve always been able to see you.”
For a moment, Seonghwa frowned at your admission, and you felt a warm hand settle on your thigh as he perched on the mattress beside you. “Can I have a color, my love?”
“Green,” you replied quickly, and the crease between his brows disappeared. 
“You’ll be okay, I promise. I know it’s a little scary, but Mommy’s right here. You trust me, don’t you?”
“Yeah.”
God, the way you looked up at him could have sent Seonghwa to his knees. Wide eyed, spread open, entirely trusting in him and whatever he had planned for you. “Good, “ he grinned, bringing the silk scarf in his hands up and over your eyes. “Then lay back and let me use my sweet girl to relax, okay?”
You couldn’t help but squirm a little, heat coiling low in your belly as he secured the blindfold behind your head. “Yes, Mommy.” 
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It had to have been hours at this point, you were sure. Your legs were shaking violently around Seonghwa’s head as his mouth continued to work magic over your core, tongue flattening against your core and dragging a pitched whine out of you. 
“Mommy, m–mommy!” you cried, hips twitching underneath his firm grip. Whether you were vying for more or less of the onslaught of pleasure, not even you knew. “Need more, n-need to cum, please.”
He growled against you and delivered a sharp smack to your thigh, lighting a shudder up your spine and forcing another sob from your lips. Sealing his own around your swollen clit, he sucked on it harshly, pulling off with a quiet pop and a sigh as he sat back on his knees. You were a sight to behold like this, flushed, bound and whining, the blindfold over your eyes soaked through with your tears. He could look at you like this for days if you’d let him. With a silent sigh, he wrapped one hand around his flushed cock, pumping it slowly as the other ran down your inner thigh. Your muscles twitched under his touch, and he smirked to himself.
“Mommy.”
“You know the rules, sweetheart. You cum on my cock or not at all.”
“Then give it to me, Mommy, please!” you whined, tugging at your restraints and squirming under him. “Need it, need to cum, need you to fuck me, please, Mommy,” you babbled on mindlessly, and pride swelled in Seonghwa’s chest. He made you this way.
“Is my precious angel needy?” He cooed, the hand at your thigh moving to cup your cheek, his thumb swiping away a stray tear that had fallen past your blindfold.
“Uh-huh,” you sniffled, nodding urgently. “Needy for Mommy’s cock. Need t’be fucked. Need… need to cum, please. Been a good girl, I—”
He shushed you as his fingers slipped under the fabric blocking your sight, pushing it up and off of your face. You squinted up at him, readjusting to the dim light of your bedroom, and he nearly crumbled at the sight of your bloodshot, tear-filled eyes. It was a feat of stunning willpower to hold himself back, but he was determined to hear you beg for him one more time.
“Ask nicely, baby.”
Your legs dropped open wider as you stared up at him, all watery, wide-eyed innocence that contrasted your wrecked state beautifully. “Please, Mommy, will you give me your cock? I need it so badly, I need to cum, please,” you whimpered, tugging at your restraints again.
Groaning lowly, he quickly shifted up to kneel between your thighs, settling them on his hips as he lined himself up with your entrance. Another quiet whine left you as you squirmed against him. “Hush, baby girl. Mommy’s right here. I’ll take care of you.”
He paused for only a moment before pressing into you in one fluid motion, forcing a heady keen from you and a quiet groan from him. Within seconds, you were squirming against him again, seeking some form of friction to chase the release he’d been denying you all night. Chuckling lowly, he ground against you, delighting in the frustrated noises of pleasure he dragged out of you. “Wanna… need… fuck me, Mommy, wanna help you relax.”
“You already have, angel,” he cooed, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. “Now it’s your turn. Mommy’s gonna fuck you to sleep.” 
His gaze hardened as he pushed himself back on his knees again, gripping your hips roughly and dragging them flush against his own. You were given no time to adjust to the new, deeper angle, as he began to make good on his promise, fucking you roughly down into the mattress. You choked on your moans and sobs as your mind went blank, save for the feeling of your boyfriend pounding into you mercilessly.
“M–Mommy,” you gasped, eyes rolling back in your head. “Feel s’good.”
“So do you, angel,” he muttered, gaze locked on the cock-drunk grin on your face. “And you look so good, too, taking—fuck, taking me so well.”
“L–Love Mommy’s dick, wanna c–cum on it, please…”
“Then do it, baby, you’ve earned it.” 
His permission was all you needed to go careening over the edge of your pleasure, your walls clamping down around his length as you wailed, back arching off of the bed. Seonghwa let out a deep moan of his own as he fucked you through it, rhythm faltering as he nearly tipped over his own climax. He couldn’t help but laugh quietly as you blinked back up at him, dazed, a sleepy and satisfied smile on your face. 
“Thank you, Mommy,” you murmured, melting back into the sheets with a contented sigh.
“You’re welcome, angel,” he replied, grinding against you and earning a confused whimper, “but you’re not asleep yet, so I hope you don’t think I’m through with you.”
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zozo-01 · 5 months
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"is this the end of all the endings? (my broken bones are mending.)"
Happy Birthday to me!! It was my birthday earlier this month so I had to write myself a lil something something!! And you already knew I had to feature my favourite wolf and their vampire!!
[story takes place after before ‘cuddles and confessions’ but after ‘confronted by your alpha’, and sam and darlin’ aren’t together]
CW: Mentions of Abuse, Slowburn, Sam is an idiot, Darlin’ is an idiot, David is bad at planning surprises, Darlin’ has a fall birthday, Finessing the timeline a little, Author is outing herself by inserting her embarrassing and sad stories in this fic, Darlin’ is me, I am Darlin’, but they use they/them pronouns, There is one mention of Darlin’ being BIPOC but it’s a throwaway line for me and me alone
click here for the ao3 link!!!
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Sam woke up that morning with his phone in his hands, a habit he only recently developed. 
Under normal circumstances, he would have left his phone on his bedside table, letting it charge for the next day. But these aren’t normal circumstances and they weren’t a normal person. To him, at the very least.
He’s long accepted that against his will, the wolf he met on Solaire land means more to him than what he’s willing to admit. It’s gotten to the point where he’s caught himself twitching with a smile in front of the clan when they sent one of their goofy daily updates. Thankfully, it was brief enough that no one noticed. Except for the clan’s resident lover boy.
“Oooooh, Sam’s got a partner! Is it the Shaw wolf? I bet it’s them- they’re soooo your type and I can’t blame you, they’re very pretty, hehe.”
“Vincent, shut up ‘fore I knock you on your ass.”
“Jealous much, am I right Lovely.~”
“Stop teasing Sam- VINCENT LOOK OUT!”
Laying in bed, Sam thinks about what it is about this reckless wolf that has him acting like a love-struck teenager. Their striking appearance was what drew him in, and who could blame him. Darlin’ looked like the bad, city kid ripped from every romance novel. He adored their appearance but it was their heart, their righteous anger and that goddamn beautiful smile that kept him staying up at night talking to them, in the hopes that he’s making them happy on the other end. 
(It would some time before Darlin’ confesses this fact, but there is a video on Marie's phone where they’re screaming in a pillow because that’s how enamoured they are with him.)
Speaking of messages, he opened his phone to see if there were any unread texts from them. His heart raced when he saw that there was one unread notification, thinking it was from Darlin’. His heart sank when it wasn’t their contact name highlighted, but it picked up again when it was a message from David Shaw. Sam opened it, nerves making him sick as to what their Alpha has said.
Mr. Shaw: Buy a chocolate cake for the troublemaker.
Mr. Shaw: It’s their birthday and they’re ignoring our messages.
Overcoming the initial shock caused by David messaging him, his mind went blank.
 It’s their birthday. And he didn’t buy any presents for them. What terrible future partner he was.
Sam was still confused as to why David was messaging him of all people. Darlin’ had been integrating back into the pack, at a glacial pace for sure, but it was more progress than they expected. Given what sparse stories they tell him about the infamous Shaw Pack, Asher and Milo would have been the better option for throwing the party they deserve. David ended any further pondering Sam might have done with his next message.
Mr. Shaw: They know that we know it’s their birthday, so in a failed attempt to make today not a big deal, they will be ignoring any of our wishes.
Mr. Shaw: I’m willing to bet that they haven’t told you that their birthday was coming up, so the pack is relying on you to give them their first normal birthday, since… him. It doesn’t have to be anything flashy, they’d kill me if it was.
If that’s the case, then Sam will make this the best ‘not-a-big-deal-birthday’ birthday party to ever party. 
Sam Collins: of course sir
Sam Collins: leave ‘em to me
Mr. Shaw: Thank you, Sam. For being there and caring for them in a way that the pack hasn’t.
Mr. Shaw: Also, you don’t have to keep calling me sir.
He chuckled at the last message, amused by the Alpha’s blunt care for his fellow wolf. He was glad that despite all the emotional baggage between the two introverted wolves, that he was always there for them, and they will always be there for him. 
Ignore the fact that their birthday is during the fall. (“Autumn, Sam. It’s autumn.”) That’s just a mere coincidence that has nothing to do with anything. So what if his favourite person was born during his favourite season? So what if their rare smile is as warm as the fall sun, warm and bright and comforting in the most magical way possible. It doesn’t have to mean anything. 
(It meant everything to Sam. For a man, who didn’t believe in soulmates and happily ever afters, it’s pretty damn hard to deny the idea that they were made for him. Every facet of their personality perfectly complimented his own. Their stubbornness with his care. Their shit eating grins with his amused yet exasperated grunts. The city kid who learned to fight in the trenches and the cowboy who could shoot before he could walk. A shifter who’s very nature is change and a vampire who is at an eternal standstill. The unstoppable force and the immovable object.) 
(Stardust intertwines their bodies, magic binds their souls, their fates and destinies are tied together whether or not either of them accepts it. Sam waits patiently in the stark white room, waiting for the sun to shine on him like he was the moon. Gentle care is what awaits them both in the future, and between you and me, he much prefers their soft light over the harsh rays of heat from his childhood.)
Where was he again? Oh right, the not-a-big-deal-birthday’ birthday party. His mind seems to wander these days when it comes to them. 
He switches the contacts in his phone, taking a minute to admire their contact picture. How someone could look so done with life, yet adorable, he will never understand. Another one of life’s greatest mysteries and he’s happy to solve it with them.
Sam Collins: can i come over today? 
Before his heart could pound in anticipation for a response, Darlin’ had already figured out his plan.
pretty wolf 🐺: no
pretty wolf 🐺: no
pretty wolf 🐺: no
Sam Collins: can i at least explain?
pretty wolf 🐺: n o o o o 
pretty wolf 🐺: i refuse to let david’s plans work
pretty wolf 🐺: you will absolutely not come over
Sam Collins: how on earth did you guess all o’ that? and why would ya assume david’s in on it?
pretty wolf 🐺: because that man is terrible at planning surprises ‘cuz he’s too predictable
pretty wolf 🐺: i’m surprised his mate let him get away with this
pretty wolf 🐺: so no
Sam Collins: but it’s your birthday?
pretty wolf 🐺: and??? so??? you’re absolutely welcome to come over if the leafs win the cup, but that aint happenin till i die
Sam Collins: i’ll bring cake and food
pretty wolf 🐺: …im payin you back
pretty wolf 🐺: dont fight me on that
Sam Collins: wouldn’t dream of it
Sam Collins: see you in a few
pretty wolf 🐺liked your message
cowboy has read your message
Ok, they think every nook and cranny of their small apartment is spotless. Considering the lack of furniture in their apartment, it wasn’t a hard task to complete. 
They made a note on their phone to remind themselves to kill David at the next pack meeting. How many times did they have to tell him and the rest of those assholes that no, they didn’t need a birthday party. Just send a text and they were content. Darlin’ never liked being the centre of attention unless they did something notable enough to earn it. Celebrating them because their parents happened to bang nine months prior was definitely not on the ‘something notable’ list.
(They won’t mention that it was their fear of the future, the unknown, that prevented them from celebrating the mundane. Memories of shattered glass and tears and bullets were enough to remind them that the good times never last.)
(But maybe Sam will prove otherwise. Emphasis on the maybe.)
They go through their wallet, pulling out a couple hundred dollar bills, ready to shove them down Sam’s pockets so he’ll take it home. It would be easier to venmo or e-transfer it, but despite his young appearance, Sam firmly believes in not leaving a paper or cash trail behind. They’d joked that it was ok if he had a criminal past, they were used to hanging out with the unsavoury crowd. But when he went silent and drifted back in time, they quietly accepted his outlook, even if it made it damn near impossible to pay him back for his generosity.
They sat on the couch, answering calls and texts from their pack and family. Giving half-hearted responses and begging Asher to stop fucking singing was what they did. Their mom asked if they would come home soon. (ہمیں آخری بار ایک دوسرے کو دیکھے کافی عرصہ ہو گیا ہے۔) But between Quinn and the pack and their lawyer work, it was another birthday away from their parents. (مجھے بہت افسوس ہے ماں، شاید اگلے سال؟) It gets easier to treat their birthday as non-important to their parents every year that goes by, but it’s getting harder to ignore the pain in their mom’s voice.
Before their eyes teared up at their parent’s disappointment, there was a knock on the door. They jumped, doing a quick once over of their place. Darlin’ took a deep breath, trying in vain to calm their pounding heart, and opened the door with their signature deadpan.
There he was. Leaning against the door frame with a cake and takeout in his hands, with that stupid smile on his face. It had to be illegal to be this attractive and sweet and caring, wrapped up into the finest body they have ever seen. They should sue him for stealing their heart because they know if he breaks it, they may never recover. 
Fuck, it’s always terrifying to bare their emotions freely, but Darlin’ was used to it.
So why is he different, and how would he hurt them in the end?
“I know David probably threatened you to do this, but you really didn’t have to.” They waited to see if Sam would walk in on his own, but between being a vampire and being a southern gentleman, he needed a written invitation on gold paper to invite himself inside. Darlin’ moved out of the way to let the vampire inside. 
He shook his head and smiled, walking inside and taking his shoes off. “David didn’t force me to do nothin’, darlin’. In fact,” he placed the bag of takeout and cake on the table, “he seems more worried about his own ass then my own.” He chuckled and opened his arms, waiting for Darlin’ to hug him. (Always waiting. Always patient with them.)
They held himself back from jumping into his arms, wrapping their arms around his waist. Taking a deep breath (though not too deep to seem weird), Darlin’ responded. “Good. He knows what’s gonna happen at the next meetin’.” Their shoulders relaxed when they felt his arms around him, and for a vampire, his body was warmer than most. At least warmer than Quinn.
He laughed, squeezing them closer to his chest. (Bury them in his rib cage to keep them safe.) “I’m sure you’ll beat his ass.” He rested his chin on top of them, rubbing their back in the process. If they had less willpower than they do, they would have fallen asleep right then and there. “Happy Birthday, Darlin’.”
Pulling away, Darlin’ looked at Sam’s warm and beautiful eyes. And for the first time that day, they smiled and said, “Thank you, Sam,” with genuine sincerity. It wasn’t forced or given because they were obligated too. Darlin’ didn’t know why it was different with him. They like to think it’s because they didn’t expect all this from a man they had met only a few months ago, or it’s because Sam was the type of man who didn’t let many into his heart, so it was an honour to receive this care from him so often.
(It’s definitely not because Darlin’ is in love with him. It can’t be. Subtly looking to the side of the pots they had out, Darlin’ saw the face of a person who despite their best effort, could never make the right decision. They were messy and cruel and violent when needed, and Sam deserved softness. They might not know what he’s gone through in life, or why he’s the isolated curmudgeon of the clan, but it didn’t matter. He deserved the most sweetest and nicest and easiest and amazing partner to exist. Someone who didn’t make the worst case scenarios the norm or made him prepare for lecture beforehand.)
(People like Darlin’ don’t get soft endings, their jagged and sharp edges mangle the delicate future they could have if they weren’t so fucked up. They would rip the destinies from others, picking and choosing the sequence of events that are worthy to be Sam’s truth, but they won’t stick around to ruin it any further. Fate damns those who go against her wishes, and Darlin’ wasn’t going to let Sam be collateral damage.)
They cleared their throat to end the impromptu staring contest and turn to get plates from their cupboards. “How has your day been, cowboy?” They asked while placing the plates and cutlery on the table.
He took a seat at the barstool chair. “It’s been good,” he started. “William’s been getting ready for the Monarchal Summit, meanin’ we’re all workin’ overtime to get ready.” He stretched his back and Darlin’ bit their lip to stop themselves from making a comment from a popping noise. They slid him a plate of food, causing him to raise his eyebrow. “Ain’t you gonna eat too?”
They nodded their head. “I will, but I gotta do some things first real quickly.” They walked over to the sink, wanting to wash the dishes before they ate. But before they could turn the water on, Sam held their wrist to stop them.
“Darlin’, it’s your birthday. Let me do ‘em for ya.” He slowly reached for their waist to move them out of the way. Not like they were going to let that stop them.
“Sammy, you’re my guest. I can’t let ya do my housework.” They huffed, staring him dead in the eye to convince him otherwise.
He leaned over the wolf, pinning them to the counter. Now this is playing dirty. How on Earth were they supposed to focus when he’s staring them down like that? Their mind was wandering to some unholy territory, but they needed to win this argument.
“In my family, the birthday person don’t do shit ‘round the house.”
“Well in my family, the guests are served first. You got a problem with that, pretty boy?”
After a few moments of staring into each other’s eyes, Sam shook his head and picked Darlin’ up and carried them to a stool. Placing them down, he commanded, “Now you’re gonna sit pretty o’er here while I do the dishes, understood?”
Well shit. With a voice like that, how can they not listen to him? With a dazed look and complaints dying on their tongue, Darlin’ nodded. “I ain’t gon’ eat till you done, asshole.”
He smirked and promptly started on the dishes. “Of course, didn’t expect nothin’ less.” With that, his focus went back to the dishes, trying to finish up as fast as they can to end Darlin’s hunger strike.
They placed their arms on the table, resting their chin on it to stare at the man in front of them. For a selfish moment, they let their eyes indulge in the braids in his hair to his tan and unmarred skin to those built arms. They, of course, let their eyes linger on his arms, thinking about how big they are, how much work it went into achieving that size…
…How they would feel wrapped around their waist… How safe they would make them feel…
“Have I ever told you why I moved to Dahlia?”
He paused his dishwashing, looking up at the birthday wolf. Raising his eyebrows, he says, “How come?” It was rare that the wolf spoke about themselves, let alone their life before Dahlia. 
They took a deep breath. “I was 15 and walkin’ back from a basketball game. It was December, so it was dark as shit at 4 PM. Not that it was a problem, I always walked alone, so it was whatever.” They straightened their back. “I thought it was a good idea to walk alone ‘cuz I didn’t wanna wait in the cold for 15 minutes just for a packed bus to come. Besides, the walk wasn’t that bad.” 
Darlin’ chuckled at their stupidity. In hindsight, it was so easy to see their mistake. “Halfway through, a white van pulled up beside me and some assholes dragged me inside. Knocked me out too. Took me to some fightin’ ring bullshit since they could tell I was a shifter.”
Sam put the rest of his dishes away and walked around to stand besides Darlin’. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry.”
They shook their head with a laugh. “Oh I wasn’t there for long. Someone saw me get taken and the license plate of the van so the cops could track ‘em. There were some that had been there from time, though. I got out ‘fore I got thrown in the ring. But, like, let’s be honest, I woulda kicked some ass.” 
(Sam didn’t need to know that Darlin’ was convinced they were never going to get out. That the fact the police even looked for them was a miracle. Disappearing kids weren’t a new phenomenon to them. Everyone growing up had a friend or a family member that was taken but never found. Darlin’ was convinced they were going to be another statistic in a long line of tragic lives that ended quickly.)
(No one cares for the Black and Brown kids from Scarborough.)
He flicked their forehead gently. “Just ‘cus it didn’t last for long don’t mean it wasn’t fuckin’ terrifyin’. You were just a kid, Darlin’.”
Yeah. Yeah, they were just a kid.
They sniffled and wiped their eyes. “Right, um, yeah. Anywho, my parents didn’t think the city was safe anymore, so we packed our bags and moved out here.” The pleading that the event was a one time thing didn’t stop the rushed search of a new home. Within a month, Darlin’ had to say goodbye to all their friends and the neighbourhood they grew up in. Resentment and denial brewed in them, thinking this was all a dream until they stepped onto the plane. 
The silence was deafening, filled with unsaid comforts and reassurances. 
Why on Earth did they drop that story on him? Sam had only come by to celebrate their birthday, something he didn’t even have to do. He didn’t ask for this story and Darlin’ never voluntarily gave out information. They’ve always been taught that people will use their secrets against them, using their own trauma as knives to further hurt them. Not that it would stop people from spilling their story.
Ripping their heart on a silver platter to feed the wolves around them, but it was never enough. So they would break and build themselves to entertain and if they could get a good laugh, then their job would be complete. Because even if it was better to have no friends than bad friends, they so desperately wanted connections that they would smile with bloody teeth and bruised lips to convince themselves that people were laughing with them and not at them.
But Sam wouldn’t do that to them. (It wasn't a question or an unsure statement, it was the truth.)
Breaking the silence, Darlin’ looked Sam in the eye. “You wanna hear about me bein’ a dumbass?”
Sam scoffed, “Is your version of bein’ dumbass include you dying in a ditch?” They knew he said it in jest, but there was an undertone of desperation and fear in his voice. Darlin’ wishes they could soothe that pain in his voice.
“No, no, not that kind of dumbass.” They grab a couple of plates and the takeout Sam brought so they can have some food with a less depressing story. “Have I mentioned that I have family in the south?” They let out a giggle at the indignant noise that Sam let out. They kept this fact hidden from him because they knew once he found out, they’d be in for another lecture on how ‘every southern person ain’s cowboy.’
“So you know bein’ southern don’t equal bein’ a cowboy? But you still call me cowboy every damn chance you can get?” He sat next to them, facing towards the wolf. One arm resting on the table while the other rubs his face in frustration. “They didn’t teach ya any southern manners? Maybe they should have their southern card revoked.”
They rolled their eyes and handed him a plate. “Oh ha ha. You got jokes now, wait til I tell you this story.” They sat next to him and started eating the food. Shocked by the quality of the food, Darlin’ moaned out a thank you to Sam for buying all this food.
(Sam get your mind out of the gutter and get your friend under control.)
Swallowing the food, they continued with the story. “So, I don’t know why, but my cousin was obsessed with me also havin’ a southern accent. So he-” They started to chuckle at the memory. Chuckles turned to full blown laughter to Darlin’ clutching their stomach in pain. It had been a while since they let out a laugh this loud, but it felt good to not contain themselves for once. 
“Sounds like a good story if you can’t tell it without laughin’.” Adoration in his eyes, he kept looking at Darlin’. They didn’t notice it, too busy keeping themselves from choking on the food they just ate.
Finally calming down and completely breathless, Darlin’ finished their story. “I don’t know why he did this, but he told me that all southern people end their sentences with ‘yeehaw’. So for the longest time, I always add a ‘yeehaw’ to the end of southern sentences.”
“So… Do you do that with me?”
Their silence was enough to confirm the vampire’s suspicions and send him on the table laughing.
Darlin’ gently assaulted Sam, making sure they weren’t doing serious damage, but enough to let him know that they don't appreciate his reaction. In all honesty they weren’t completely against this reaction. For as long as Darlin’ known Sam, he wouldn’t let a smile slip on his face, let alone laughter. A real shame too, Sam has such an ethereal smile and an infuriatingly melodic laugh. It wasn’t fair! Why was he so pretty when laughing at them?
(Darlin’ thinks back to their earlier thoughts. About how they’d keep people laughing at them to keep them around. Usually, it hurt to be the town’s object of ridicule and criticism, but maybe it’s a sin to keep from laughing. So perhaps they found themselves genuinely smiling along with him for the first time in ever.)
With a huff, Darlin’ says, “How dare you make fun of my naivety, Samuel? You mean and vile and vicious vampire.” They turn away from him, facing the delicious cake that he bought and hiding the stupid smile they have on their face. Come to think of it, how did Sam know to buy chocolate cake? It is one of those cakes that are universally loved, so it’s a good assumption. Yet to their knowledge, Sam only knew them as a ‘sweets disliker’. A delusional part of them wants to think that they’re so linked that he didn’t need to be told. (Or give David one less punch.)
Once Sam’s laughter finally dies down, Darlin’ turns back around and asks him, “Why the chocolate cake?” He tilted his head in confusion, yet silent to give them the room to continue. “I mean- not a lot of people know I like chocolate.”
He rubbed the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle. “If I tell ya, promise you won’t hurt nobody?”
“No promises can be made.”
“David told me to buy you one.”
Oh, so that is one less punch for David. The fact that he remembered that weird fact about themself was a testament of how much time and change their Alpha has gone through. (And how they’ve stagnated, using their pain as a blanket to keep them from getting older.)
With a shake of their head and a childish huff, they grab the cake and a knife. “Of course he did. Fuckin’ asshole.” They moved to slice the cake, before Sam stopped them with a shit eating smile on his face. “Don’t I gotta sing you a song?”
“No you don't-”
“Happy Birthday to you.”~
Darlin’ groaned and covered their ears. The only thing that has going for him is that it's Sam singing and he's a better singer than Asher. They threw their arms up in defeat, having given up in stopping him from singing, and definitely not because they wanted to listen to his heavenly voice. 
Once the performance was done, Darlin’ cut two slices of cakes, one for themselves and the vampire they love. It was simple and quiet, the perfect way to end their birthday. No performing for other people or coercion to have fun. Quinn wasn’t hovering over their shoulder taking random bites from their neck.
“You know, I’m sorry I couldn’t get a proper gift for you,” he apologized with sincerity, but that sincerity had him leaning back, avoiding a flick on his forehead from Darlin’. “What! It’s true!” 
Quietly, they grabbed a pillow from their couch and started to hit him. He can’t get away for doing all of this and saying it isn’t enough. What a fool. (Oh, they want him so fucking desperately.) Darlin’ scoffed, “You have already done enough for me! What more do you wanna do?”
With a smile, he gently grabbed their wrist and moved it down, ending the tirade of pillow attacks. They were paralyzed in one spot, completely enamoured by Sam. It wasn’t a trance, they were infinitely familiar with the oppressive hold of one. This was something stronger and more personal, they felt it in their core. Technically, vampires are incapable of bridging since they are dead creatures of the night, but this was the closest either of them were going to get to. Sam raised a hand to place on their cheek, thumb rubbing the scar under their eye. Almost like he could heal every scar and mark on their body, no matter how deep and violating they may be.
He leaned over, whispering in their ear, “All I want to give you…”
“Is a goddamn sense of preservation.”
“Oh, you ASSHOLE!”
The sounds of Sam’s laughter, Darlin’s cursing, a vampire zipping around and a wolf shifting were coming from their shitty apartment. For the first time, Dahlia has felt like home.
(David, Asher, Milo and their mates left when they heard the sounds of joy coming from the wolf’s little home. It was best not to disturb the two while they’re having fun. The pack can always throw a belated party for them.)
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myussytastelikeapple · 3 months
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✪“Are you jealous?“ Pt.2✪
Paring: Popular!sean Anderson x bsf!reader
Summary!:You and seans first date at the fair!
Warnings: nun just fluff!
4pm hits
Sean waited at the designated spot, tapping his foot impatiently against the pavement. He wore a pair of dark wash jeans and a black V-neck tee, trying his best to look presentable for this unexpected date. Your POV: i adjust my hair then looking at myself one last time than go downstairs and out the door, HIS POV: As the girl approached, he stood up straighter, offering her a genuine smile “Hi there. You look amazing“. He leaned in closer, inhaling her sweet scent “and you look handsome as ever also can go to the amusement park?“
"An amusement park? Really?" He chuckled, clearly amused by her choice. "Alright, let's do it," he agreed, offering his arm to her in a gentlemanly manner. “awh arent you such a gentleman“ i say "I try," he shrugged modestly, leading her out to his car and opening the passenger door for her. "You're not afraid of heights, are you?" he asked “I am but i think i can work through it you?“ i say getting into the car
"Me? No, I love roller coasters!" He said with a grin as he pulled out onto the road, heading towards the amusement park. "I've been itching to ride the new one they just opened." “Oh my gosh let go on that first!“ i say "Absolutely!" He assured her, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "But remember, I'm here to make sure you don't scream too loudly," he added, winking at her playfully. “Yea yea whatever” the rest of the ride there was full of laughter, singing, and more Here we are!" Sean announced, pulling into the parking lot of the amusement park. "Ready to have some fun?" He asked “whhhooo I’m scared” trying to shake off my nerves "Scared? Or excited?" He teased, stepping out of the car and walking around to her side. "Because trust me, once we get on that roller coaster, you'll be feeling both." He says smirking, I laugh “let’s see” I shrug "You got it!" Sean said, holding his hand out to her as they strolled towards the ticket booths. But as they drew closer, he couldn't help but notice the way her hand trembled slightly in his. It was adorable. “ok let’s go!” She says after there done buying tickets Alright, let's do this!" Sean agreed, leading her towards the roller coaster. They went on a Monday afternoon, so it was mostly deserted so the line wasn’t too long, so as they climbed into the car, he couldn't help but glance over at her, taking in her nervous smile and trembling hands. It made his heart race. “can you hold my hand?” I asked him
Of course," he said, interlacing his fingers with hers. "Ready?" he asked, as he gave the safety bar a reassuring squeeze “yep” I squeeze my eyes shut, The ride was exhilarating—twists, turns, loops, and drops that sent their stomachs plummeting. Throughout it all, Sean kept a firm grip on her hand, making sure she knew he was there for her. “Oh my gosh that was so fun and scary!” I say "Told you!" Sean exclaimed as they disembarked from the ride. His heart was still racing from the adrenaline rush, and he found himself grinning from ear to ear. “what do you want to go on next?” I ask him
"Well," Sean said, considering the options. "How about we try that haunted house over there? I've heard it's pretty scary—and fun!" He winked at her, his mischievous side coming back to life.
“ok but I’m not a big fan of horror” I say truly "Ah, come on," Sean urged her. "You'll be fine. I'll protect you, I promise." He gave her his best reassuring smile, trying to hide a secret thrill that he might be able to scare her just a little “ok I trust you” I smile
Great!" Sean said, leading her over to the entrance of the haunted house. As they walked inside, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement build within him. This was going to be fun. Suddenly, Sean grabbed her from behind and pressed his body against hers. His cold breath tickled her ear as he whispered, "Boo!" “Ah!, Omg Sean don’t scare me like that i almost shit my pants” I say scolding him “Sorry, sweetheart," Sean chuckled, "just having a little fun. but Alright, let's keep going," Sean agreed, his heart racing with excitement. He loved seeing the fear in her eyes, knowing that he was the one causing it. As they continued through the haunted house, he couldn't help but plan his next prank, eager to see her reaction.
The haunted house was in the end really fun you screaming a lot and falling to the ground hold Sean and him laughing at you and also getting scared himself
*After the haunted house (cause im lazy)*
“Im so glad thats over“ i take deep breaths, Sean still laughing at me says “Oh my gosh that was to funny i didnt even think i got scared i was to busy laughing“ “whatever Sean“ i grab hos hand walking with him “let’s go on the Ferris wheel“ i look at it standing tall and mighty in the distance "Yeah?" Sean raised an eyebrow at her suggestion. “Yes!“ i say excitedly, With a smirk, Sean let her go, stepping back but keeping an eye on her. "Follow me," he said, taking the lead to the Ferris wheel. you werent happy when you went there and the line was kinda long for a Monday afternoon but keeping my patience i wait and wait in line then a started to get annoyed “oh my god can this line get any faster“ i say "Patience, sweetheart," Sean chuckled, his hand finding hers again. "We're not in any hurry." He leaned closer, his breath tickling her ear. "Besides, I kind of like watching you squirm." He says I smiling looking away blushing at his comment then I look away and “it’s our turn!” I say “That's what I like to hear," Sean grinned, leading her up to the ride. He helped her into the seat, then climbed in next to her, their bodies close but not touching. "Hold on tight," he warned with a wink. “I will” I smile The Ferris wheel began to move, and as they rose higher and higher into the air, Sean couldn't resist any longer. He snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him “the view is beautiful.. look at the sunset..” I say "Beautiful, isn't it?" Sean whispered, his breath tickling her ear. "Just like you are." He says looking into your eyes “I love you so much Sean ..” Love you too, sweetheart," Sean murmured against her lips before pressing his mouth firmly to hers. Later getting off the ride,
“let’s get some food?” I ask “Sure, let's get some food," Sean agreed, feeling a bit more at ease. He followed you towards the food stalls, trying to focus on the delicious smells wafting through the air “what do you want to get” I ask looking at him "Uh, I'm not really picky," Sean said with a shrug. "Whatever you're in the mood for is fine with me." He stood quietly beside you as you perused the various food options, his stomach rumbling slightly in anticipation. “how do you feel about hamburger and fries?” I ask "I love hamburgers and fries," Sean exclaimed, suddenly feeling quite hungry. He smiled at you, grateful for the suggestion. "Sounds perfect” he smiles “ok let’s get some” Alright, lead the way," Sean chuckled softly, falling into step behind you once more. As you navigated through the crowd towards the food stall, he couldn't help but notice how much more relaxed you seemed “hi can I get two burgers and fries and Oo can I get a milkshake with that?” Sure, you got it," the vendor replied with a smile. As they waited for their orders to be prepared, Sean leaned against the counter beside you, feeling somewhat at ease in your presence
“Order 75!” the vendor says “ok let’s get our food!” I say happily "Yeah, let's do that," Sean agreed with a smile, grateful for the distraction from all the tension , his nose taking in the delicious aromas wafting through the air. “Thank you” I thank the vendor “You're welcome," he replied, smiling at the vendor as you took your tray of food. You led Sean over to a table and they sat down, still not quite sure what to say to each other. “here’s your food” I say Thanks," Sean murmured, picking up his burger and taking a bite. As he chewed, he couldn't help but steal glances at you, trying to read your thoughts. "Oh, uh," Sean coughed, caught off guard by your directness. "Yeah, well... I was just enjoying the food," he lied, trying to play it cool. “Mhm” I say "So, how's everything been with you?" he asked, attempting to steer the conversation towards safer waters. He took another bite of his burger, hoping his nerves wouldn't show too much. “I’ve been ok I guess” I shrug "That's good to hear," Sean replied, his voice almost too soft for you to hear. He continued to chew, the taste of the burger filling his mouth. “how about you?”
"Well, I've been dealing with some stuff," Sean admitted reluctantly. He took another bite of his burger and swallowed before continuing. "But other than that, life's been treating me pretty well." he says
“what happened?” I asked concerned "Just some drama at school," Sean shrugged nonchalantly. "You know how it is." He finished off his burger and took a sip of his drink, feeling slightly more comfortable now that they were talking about something less personal. “yeah I see so do you wanna go home or still wanna do stuff at the fair?” I asked "I'm game for whatever you want," Sean replied, trying not to sound too eager. "Whatever you're into, I'm down." He finished the last of his drink and wiped his hands on a napkin, ready for whatever came next. “let’s play a little more games then go Mk?” I say "Sounds good to me," Sean grinned, gaze flickering over to you playfully. "You're on." They quickly throw away what’s left of there food and He stepped closer, his body brushing against yours slightly as they walked towards the game stalls. “yea sure I can’t wait to see your face when I win” I giggle I look for a stall I could play against Sean and my eye catch’s a basketball half court then look at the game rules •Basketball, Grab a partner and play basketball!, one person shots first and they both go back and fourth till someone makes it to five!, the first to make it to five wins!• “This one!” I say happily “The basketball one it is," Sean agreed, following you over to the game. He watched intently as you stepped up to take your shot, his eyes never leaving you for a second. “Yes I made it!” I celebrate
“Nice shot," he congratulated you, a small grin playing at the corners of his lips. "Now it's my turn to show you what I've got." He took his place at the line, focusing intently on the hoop in front of him.“Watch this," he murmured under his breath, taking a deep breath before he released the ball. It soared through the air, hitting nothing but net with a satisfying swish. He turned to you with a triumphant grin. "Not so easy now, is it?"
•After the game•
"Well played," Sean said, shaking your hand in congratulations. "I guess you really were focused, huh?" He chuckled, a warm, genuine sound that sent a shiver down your spine "Alright, alright," Josh relented, clapping you on the shoulder. "I'll give you that one. But remember, I'm always ready for a rematch." He laughs
“Sure but I’m gonna win every. single. time.” I smirk “Alright" Sean said, stepping closer to you. "You're on. Let's see if you can beat me again." He smirks
“Bet” I smirk
•After 3 more rounds•
You're getting good at this," Sean admitted, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I'm impressed." he says
“oh my gosh im so tiredddd“ I say exhausted "You know," Sean said, leaning against the table with a smirk, "you could always take a break. Let me win one." He says “nope” i smile looking at his lips for a brief moment “Alright, alright," Sean laughed, shaking his head. "Let's call it a night then. But remember, I'm always up for a challenge." He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "Especially when it comes to you." He says what’s that supposed to mean hm? "Oh, nothing," Sean replied innocently, stepping back with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Just saying that you're quite the competitor, Y/n. And I enjoy our little... rivalry." He smirks
“shall we go back home?” I say “I was hoping you'd say that," Sean grinned. "Lead the way." He says I grab out to hold his hands his hand sliding comfortably into yours as you lead him out of the parking lot. The cool night air had fallen, and a light chill crept through your bones, but somehow, you felt warm at the thought of spending the night with Sean what would happen?. “should I drive or you?” I ask him
"I'll drive," Sean offered, taking the keys out of your hand and unlocking the door of his car. He hopped in, turning to give you a grin before turning the key in the ignition.
The car ride back was silent but a comfortable silence I smile to myself looking out the window, I felt Sean glance at me then looking back at the rode the entire ride the entire car ride “alright we’re here” he parks his car “Sean” I turn to him
“Yes, Y/n?" Sean asked, turning to look at you. “I loved this date with you and I hope we can do it again” I say smiling at him
"I'm glad you did," Sean replied with a smirk. "And rest assured, we'll definitely have plenty more fun together." With that, he leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on your cheek before climbing out of the car. “Bye Sean” I say "Bye, Y/n," said, waving as he closed the door and started the car. With one last smile, he pulled out of the driveway and drove off into the night, leaving you with a warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest.
A/N: im sorry this took longer than expected and im catching up with all my work! Next week I have the week all to myself I I might post 2-3 times I’m not sureee
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bordysbae · 1 year
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what if the reader likes to journal and shes been keeping a journal where she writes about her relationship with (guy of your choice) before they were like dating or something up until now and she gives it to them on their birthday and it’s all emotional and stuff.
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“you kept those?!”
adam fantilli x reader
word count: 1k
sorry i couldn’t help myself but pick adam!! he’s too underrated ugh, but anyways this idea is so so so cute!
you and adam have been friends since before you can even remember. your moms were college roommates throughout all four years of university at michigan. so when they found out that you and your older brother drew, who’s the same age as luca, got into michigan, and that fantillis would be playing hockey there, everyone around you was ecstatic.
your feelings for adam began in the third grade, and you’re a freshman in college now. you guys began dating last year, and everyone was waiting for it to happen. you guys were clearly meant to be, according to both your families and friends, but nothing ever happened until now. of course you’ve had other boyfriends before and he’s had girlfriends, but deep down you always knew that he’ll forever be your first love.
when you starting having these ‘tingly feelings’ around him, as your 10 year old self described them, you decided to keep a diary. you would write in it every time you and adam had cute moments, and you still write in it sometimes. you’ve already filled up one whole diary, and you’re halfway done with another one, but being in college now, you don’t really have the time to write in it. so you thought, why not give the diaries to adam for his birthday?
written in the diaries are things like how once he cut you a slice of pie at the annual fantilli’s friends-giving, or even how you would get jealous that he was playing chel with your older brother instead of hanging with you. the first diary is from third grade to seventh grade, and the second one is eight grade till now.
you and adam drove about forty-five minutes to detroit, to eat at a fancy resturant everyone has been raving about. you’re sat at a candle lit table in a restaurant, with a view looking over the city, when the perfect moment comes up to give him the diaries.
“so as your birthday gift this year, i didn’t get you much, but i thought maybe you’d enjoy something a little more sentimental.” you say shyly, as you reach into your purse to grab the two old diaries.
adam let’s out a little chuckle, as he reaches across the table to grab them from you. “holy crap! you kept these?! i remember seeing these in your bedroom as a kid, you’d never let anyone touch them. i remember once me, luca, and drew tried to steal it from your room and you started screaming and hitting us” adam laughs, making you blush from embarrassment.
“yeah well you’ll see why when you open them.” you say, embarrassed that you’re letting him finally read all of the diary entries you’ve written about him over the years.
he cracks open the small book in his hands, and begins to attempt to understand your messy elementary school hand writing. he reads through a few pages and you both laugh about it, and he switched over to the other diary. he opens it to a random page, which happens to be from freshman year.
october 31st 2018
dear diary,
it’s halloween night, and this is the first year since fourth grade that we haven’t gone out together. me and adam swore to never stop trick or treating until we’re both old enough to drive, so that we can go to parties together, but looks like him and his new girlfriend have other plans. adam keeps sending me a bunch of snapchats of him at this stupid party with her head on his shoulder. it doesn’t help that luca and drew went out to a party too, so now i’m at home trying not to cry. i hate having a crush on adam, i never want to feel like this again.
adam looks up from the diary and gives you a small pitiful smile, making you hide your face in embarrassment, “i regret giving you these!” you groan and hide your face in your hands. he reaches across the table and takes your hand in his.
“don’t be embarrassed, i think these are super cute. they’re warming my heart. i can’t wait to read the rest of them, and if it makes you feel any better i had a crush on you during like half of these too. you think i really liked fiona that much? i remember i kept thinking how much i wanted to be trick or treating with you instead.” he blushes.
“you’re just saying that!” you laugh, unbelieving of what he’s saying.
“i’m dead serious! why else would i be sending you snaps you while i’m at a party. i really only dated her cause i was just tired of always getting chirped for not having a girlfriend, she she had a crush on me,” adam chuckles, making you giggle a little bit at the thought.
“i was always right there, y’know”
“i know that now, and boy do i wish i could go back in time and do it all differently. you don’t know how bad i wished i was the one who took you to homecoming freshman year. me and fiona weren’t even matching colors! oh and don’t even get me started on homecoming junior year. you went with one of my teammates, i was pissed!”
“well hey, you did take me to senior prom!” you chuckle a little, looking at your lockscreen photo of the two of you from last year.
“because we were dating then! that doesn’t count”
“yes it does adam! plus all of the stupid relationships we got into during high school just proves we were bound to be” you cheesily grin, making adam smile as well.
“yeah i guess so, but seriously if i could go back and change it all i would. i would’ve asked you out like, i dunno, five years ago!”
“oh sure, cause you definitely had the balls to do that. the real question is, wouldn’t our braces have gotten caught in each other?” you joke, remembering how ugly you both looked with braces five years ago. adam laughs, almost spitting out his water, making you and him both laugh even harder. you guys get a few stares from the older adults around you guys, but you both don’t care. you’re just enjoying the moments with the man you finally get to call yours.
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rapemepleasedaddy5 · 3 months
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Road Trip Rape
Wrote this wishing it happened to me on my road trip home over the past two days… maybe next year.
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I started my drive from my parents house to my apartment halfway across the country after a week of visiting for Christmas. The drive was going to be split into two days but I got an early 6 AM start to try to get as far as possible on the first day. This guy I really want to fuck, Jake, invited me to a New Year’s party the next day and I definitely wanted to make it in time. Just thinking about the possibility of sucking Jake’s cock in 48 hours had my pussy tingling as I started my drive. The mindless rural highway, dark pre-sunrise sky, and seat warmer had me drift off into a bit too intense of a day dream.
As I wrassled my dog into his car seat, you walked into the main store. I unhooked myself from the gas pump and pulled my car to the front before giving my pup a pet goodbye and a “I’ll be back soon!” The store door chimed as I opened it. Another large man behind the counter welcomed me while staring at my crotch. I blushed when I realized my engorged pussy was giving me quite a camel-toe. “Do y’all have a bathroom?” I asked.
“Paying customers only” the worker said. When I told him I just got gas a moment ago, he asked for a receipt. Of course I had already tossed it because why would I need it! Annoyed, I started me browse the snack options before bringing my selections to the front. I kept thinking about how I may get to see Jake’s cock tomorrow, hopefully even ride it! I was a little too distracted when I picked up a banana, fully considered buying it to fuck myself with in the bathroom, before remembering my fingers doing just a good. I checked out and fished my scratcher out of my purse. The cash register sung “winner ! Winner! Winner!”as I smiled, it drowned out the click of the main door locking and the truck man stepping behind me until he suddenly grabbed me and held me in place.
I immediately tried to scream, kicking backwards at the man holding me before he tightened his grip which held me very still. The man at the register came out from behind the counter and drew a set of blinds, turning off most of the store’s lights at the same time before approaching me. “Now what is a young girl like you doing driving on your own this early in the morning!? Does anyone even know where you are right now?” I gulp and let him know of 2 of my 3 GPS enabled items on my person. He seems nicer after that. “Listen, I’m Liam and the man behind you is Rocco. We don’t want to harm you. We just don’t get pretty little guests like you often, much less ones wearing tight little outfits and swollen pussies who are traveling all on their own in the early morning.”
“My pussy is not swollen! My leggings are just too small” I say, fighting at Rocco’s tight grip which has wandered up to my tits which he is lightly cupping and groping. I doubt they can actually tell I was turned on it the car.
Liam gets closer and starts tracing the outline of my pussy lips through the crotch of my leggings. “If you say so. How about this then - I’m going to reach my hand into your leggings and panties right now and find your tight little pussy. If it’s dry or even just damp, we will let you go. But if it’s soaking wet like I think it will be, it’ll show how bad you need us to destroy your cunt. Don’t worry, you’ll be let go at the end, but silly girls like you can’t drive with your brains clouded with cock sucking fantasies so it’s important we fuck you before you can leave.” I nod, agreeing to the rules, knowing they’re going to find my soaking wet pussy and mentally preparing to be raped.
Rocco has started alternating between firmly groping my tits and tweaking my sensitive nipples. I begin to moan and feel my cunt dripping right as Liam sticks his cold hand into my leggings. I shiver as I feel the icy digit enter my moist hole. Liam looks at me with disgust and spits in my face as his finger remains in my cunthole. “You fucking whore. You’re soaking wet. You want us to use you don’t you? This is a dream come true for a slut like you” I can’t very much disagree because they’re right, my pussy was soaking and getting wetter as Rocco walked me over to a table and pushed me over it. He rolled down my leggings to expose my juicy wet cunt and couldn’t resist giving a quick rub to my clit. Liam positioned himself at the other of the table getting ready to enter my throat when he pulled up my sweater combo to cover my face but show off my tits.
Liam grabbed both aggressively in a way sure to leave bruises before he started using them as handlebars while fucking his thick cock into my throat. I feel his balls slap against my face as I focus my breathing to not choke. Suddenly Rocco’s massive cock impales my pussy and my excited gasp causes me to choke and struggle on the two cocks. Being used by this feels so good, especially once Rocco starts rubbing my clit and I orgasm all over him. They both fuck into my spasming holes until they orgasm themselves, Rocco coating inside my cunt with his sperm and Liam depositing his load straight down my throat. The sun is beginning to rise and Liam needs to open the shop.
“Thanks for stopping by. Next time you’re in town call us up, we will give you that nice farm boy cock a woman like you needs.” Liam shakes my hand before moving the blinds back and reopening the sip. Rocco walks me to my car where he gives me his phone number. He requests a photo of my cunt spread open to show his load in me before I head out so I oblige. He takes the opportunity to push me against the car and rub my exposed pussy.
“When you realize this is how you’re meant to live, fuck, and be treated, give me a call and I’ll show you what it’s like to have a real man as your partner” he says before sending me off with a slight tap on the ass. I get in the car confused and horny, maybe living in buttfuck no where would be worth it if it meant sex like that…. I think as I drive off.
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