#pleading for my life with the lighting here god damn

[agapintheskin]

ジャックフロスト - Jack o'Frost (2023) ep3

[gumiluver]

21&29 with nanami; like 21 for the beginning and reader is still shy especially when 29 comes into play :) fem reader pls 🥺

you don’t know just how heavy I fuck w this idea I’m so here for it!! hope you enjoy luv!! <3

prompt 21: "If you wanted me to fuck you then you should've just said so, love. No need to be shy with me—you're my everything."

prompt 29: "Ohhh fuck—baby...did you know you could squirt?”

lover <3: nanami kento x afab!reader

byr/byi: the content in this fic is not suitable for individuals under the age of 18--minors will be blocked (DNI), wc: 1.7k

cw: smut, nsfw, pwp, afab!reader, praise kink, manhandling, dom/sub dynamics, teasing, squirting, pet names (love, baby)

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border credit: @/cafekitsune, pic credit: oh5629289 on pinterest

“How long have we been together now love—two years and you’re still so shy f’ me?” Kento questions you, peppering soft kisses along the nape of your neck. His burly hands move along the sides of your hips, one slowly trailing upwards to cup and caress your left breast while the other molds around your hip, pulling a whine out of you in the process.

“C-can’t help it Ken’…you make me so flustered,” you whimper, pulling from his grasp to shy away from his intense gaze. He’s quick to grab your chin tho, forcing your eyes back to him to meet his sly gaze. Your shy nature easily amuses his, loving how quick you are to break your composure and fall for his ploy.

“Is that so, love? What makes you so flustered, hm?” he teases, an uncommon occurrence that makes your empty pussy clench helplessly. You whine and shift around in his hold, wanting to break away from your lover's grasp to hide under the covers and save yourself from his teasing. Your thighs squeeze together, aimlessly hoping to satisfy the deep ache that’s settling in your cunt and, of course, he takes note of that.

Nanami has always been so observant over you.

Like how he knows when you’re holding in your pleasure filled moans—the little scrunch of your nose and furrow of your brow gives you away.

Or when you try and sneak a quick orgasm in after he’s warned you to hold it—the way your pussy clenches his tip for dear life even after he’s stilled your hips makes your plans damn well known to him.

And even when you’re trying to hide how horny you are—like how you are now—he can tell; from the way you shy away from his touch and overt your gaze as if he were the apple of sin you couldn’t help but sink your teeth in.

And he fucking loves it. He loves getting to see your agitated and flustered state—it inflates his ego like no other. To see you, the most beautiful being he’s ever laid his eyes on, become so enamored and needy for him has him feeling like a fucking god.

“What is it, baby? You can tell me. What is it that you need me to do—say it,” he demands, pressing you deeper into the wall, grinding his hard cock into your clothed pussy. The moan that spills from you fuels Nanami’s head with even more sinful deeds he’d love to corrupt you with.

“I-I need…” you trail off, panting like a bitch in heat over how flustered he’s got you. You let out a small whine, feeling his left knee shift between your legs to press against your slick mound, rubbing his strong thigh against you to provide you with the pleasure your body oh so craves.

“Yes? What do you need love,” he whispers, moving the hand on your hip to place a light grasp around your neck, holding you steady and meeting your gaze.

“Ahh!! K-Kento please!!” you beg, unsure of what exactly it was you were even begging for—but nonetheless, you plead. The pleasure pulsating through your sweet cunt sends shockwaves, hitting deep within your soul and making you preen.

“Say it. Be good and tell me what you need,” he groans out, patience wearing thin at the feel of your heat leaking through your panties and onto his slacks. His tan pants presenting a wet spot on the thigh that’s pushed up to your cunt—how lewd.

“N-need you…in me…” you whimper out, shamefully closing your eyes to save yourself from the embarrassment that is begging for dick.

But fuck did it make his cock throb hearing it.

The second he hears your pretty plea, Kento makes haste in stripping you of your clothes and sprinting to the nearest surface he can find.

“If you wanted me to fuck you then you should’ve just said so, love. No need to be shy with me—you’re my everything,” he coos, hovering his hulking body over your smaller one. Sheepishly, you glance away from him to gawk at his toned body. Ripples of muscle decorate his form as his tanned skin glows a pretty shade of pink, no doubt from the sheer excitement coursing through his veins.

He brings a hand upwards to cup your chin again, wanting to make sure that your wandering eyes don’t miss all the fun that’s about to start, “keep your eyes on me love—don’t look away.”

His demanding tone a clear contradiction to his usually gentle demeanor, making your mouth fall dry and your pussy run wet. You nod quickly, making direct eye contact with your lover's hazel eyes, and the hum of approval he lets out makes you clench your thighs that are hung around his waist.

Slowly, he rubs the tip of his cock against your folds, carefully collecting the slick that escapes from your pussy to thoroughly coat his cock—all while gazing intensely at you. After all, he didn’t want to miss seeing your face morphed into that pleasure-filled look he positively yearns to see.

A whiny cry of his name pulls him back to reality, ripping his gaze away from yours to stare down at your entrance and fuck—what a fucking mess.

“Ohhh baby, look at you,” he groans loudly, smacking the tip of his cock against your soaked cunny. Lewd ‘plap’ ‘plap’ ‘plaps’ radiate against the room with the way his heavy cockhead smacks against your clit. You’re quivering now, moving your hips to avoid the torturous teasing that your sorcerer subjects you to.

And just as you were about to whine for him to just put it in, you felt his heavy tip catch against your little hole. Gasping, you frantically reach for his biceps, nails digging into the skin as he slowly feeds you his monstrous cock.

“Ha’aaahh—kentooo!” you cry out, unable to comprehend the sheer stretch that is his girth. Regardless of how many times you’ve taken Kento, or how long he spends between your thighs prepping you, nothing could ever mentally prepare you for the actual feeling of his cock splitting you open.

“I know baby I know—just a c-couple more inches, fuckk,” he groans, glancing up at you every so often to make sure you’re still being his good girl and watching everything he does, “being so good for me.”

It felt like eons have passed before Kento finally sheathes himself fully into you. But, as soon as he’s inside you, he’s quick to unsheathe and start up a brutal pace.

“I-I can’t!! Oh f-fuck—slow do-own Ken’!!” you whimper out, his sharp thrusts breaking up your sentence. He fucks you with a passion that rivals that of a warrior, composed and dead set on his goal of fucking you to completion. He wants to ingrain himself into your womb, wants your pussy to react to his touch, his voice—and his alone.

“Fuuuuck this pussy’s perfect for me love, keep your legs spread—yeaaa just like that,” he grunts, absolutely lost in a haze of lust and pleasure. He’s so pussy drunk on you that he doesn’t even realize just how far gone you are. His usually observant nature completely bypassed the way he could only see the whites of your eyes, how your body is shaking—convulsing even, and just how sensitive your body is slowly starting to feel. Your pussy’s fluttering ridiculously, spasming around his thick shaft so much so that it felt like his cock was getting massaged by your womb. The wetness of your cunt made the nastiest sounds, filling the air with a lewd atmosphere that screamed sex.

But something felt…different.

It felt…off.

You jolt upwards—or at least tried to, considering how quick Nanami was to push you back down, not wanting to let up on his precious girl.

“K-Kento it feels weird!!” you cry, pushing at his arms to try and escape his ruthless pounding, but it’s pointless—he’s got you caged in his arms, right where he wants you.

“s’okay love, let me make it feel good—can feel you squeezing my cock so nicely, fuuckk” he lets out an animalistic grunt, pressing more of his body weight into you to immobilize you. You let out a long, languid moan, the feeling of his tip proding in places you didn’t even realize he could reach was making you see galaxies rather than stars. But yet again, that same foreign pressure began to burn deep within your womb, almost as if you were going to explode.

“N-nooo, p-please!! It feels like I—ahhh—…feels like m’gonna…” you trail off, unable to formulate your words. You’re panting so much that all you could do was move your hands to his chest in a measly attempt to push him away.

“Gonna what, love? Gonna cum? Come on baby, give it to me—cum for me,” he grunts out, his voice going octaves lower—so much so that you could feel the reverb of his voice hit your clit. His thrusts move quicker and with much more vigor, aiming to push you over the edge. Sneaking a rough hand down to your mound, he maneuvers his thumb to find your pink pearl and circles it in that specific way that makes you go fucking crazy.

And that final motion was what came of your undoing.

A bright flash of white obscures your vision, and the sheer ecstasy that courses through your veins sends you into an early release that spills all over your lover's pelvis. Nanami’s eyes widen in shock, seeing the guttural force of your orgasm shake the literal wind out of you makes his pride swell like none other. He couldn’t believe it; who could’ve known that his perfect little angel could do something so…lascivious—so sinful.

“Ohhh fuck—baby…did you know you could squirt?”

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[pradabambie]

the roommate. rafe cameron x reader x felix catton. pt. 2

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rafe's impending arrival had you on your toes. excitement to see your boyfriend was intertwined with worry about the whole felix situation – you knew all too well how protective rafe could get. 

"and... this is my room! nice and cozy, isn't it?" you said, opening the door for rafe. as he entered, he glanced around, noting the neatly organized chaos of college life. 

“oh," he remarked after noticing the extra bed, "i didn't know you had a roommate." his brow furrowed in surprise. 

before you could respond, the door swung open, and felix walked in, absorbed in a phone conversation. 

“no, ollie, i swear to god, her friend is hot, i swear-" felix gushed, turning around to close the door, finally facing the room and noticing the strange boy's presence.  

"ollie, i'll call you back. hey mate, felix catton, pleasure to meet you. i assume you’re the boyfriend, yeah?” felix greeted him with a wide smile, while you shot him a look, silently urging him to say the right thing. 

“rafe cameron” he simply said, extending his right hand. felix ignored it and went in for a hug. 

however, rafe quickly shot a glance at you, then back at felix, and finally at the two beds. the realization hit him, and a flicker of annoyance and anger crossed his face. 

“wait, you’re the roommate?” rafe looked straight at you, his face now red, and his jaw tight. 

you tried to lighten the mood with a light laugh, but it only seemed to fuel rafe's anger.  

“look, babe, long story short, felix's room flooded, and my assigned roommate never showed, so here we are.” 

you took rafe’s hand, praying a little physical touch would calm him down. 

“i swear, it’s no big deal” 

felix stood quietly, a goofy smile on his face that almost made it seem like he was enjoying the entire thing. his carefree attitude clashed with the undercurrent of tension you felt.  

“right lex?” with pleading eyes, you looked at felix, begging him to say something, anything. 

"yeah don't worry, mate. no funny business here—cross my heart." 

felix's attempt at reassurance didn't seem to appease rafe's growing displeasure. the air thickened with tension, but felix, seemingly unfazed, broke the silence. 

"so, rafe, what brings you to our humble abode?" felix's tone was lighthearted, though his eyes held a mischievous glint. 

rafe, still visibly perturbed, replied, "just missed my girlfriend you know." as he spoke, he sidled closer to you, placing his hand on the small of your back, as if subtly marking his territory.  

felix raised an eyebrow, catching the shift in rafe's demeanor. 

"hey, why don't we spice things up a bit? there's a party tonight. what do you say, the three of us? get to know each other a bit better?"  

you shot felix a warning look, implicitly asking him to tread carefully.  

the boy, however, continued with his flirty charm, directing his next words toward you. 

"come on, love, it'll be a blast. your boyfriend here can get to know me outside this mess," felix winked, his tone playful, referring to the disorganized room the three of you stood in. 

rafe with a reluctant nod, he agreed to the plan. "fine, we'll go to your damn party." 

felix's grin widened, sensing a victory of sorts. "brilliant! it's a date, then. i'll meet you both after dinner, see ya!" 

felix sauntered out of the room, leaving you alone with rafe. sensing his frustration, you approached him, offering a reassuring smile. 

"hey, don't let it bother you. felix is harmless, he’s just a bit quirky," you reassured, planting a quick kiss on your boyfriend's lips, relishing the sensation of his presence that you had missed so much. 

rafe sighed, his tension melting away. "i missed you, you know." 

you grinned, "i missed you too." 

as the two of you settled on the bed, rafe's smile began to appear on his lips. simultaneously, his hands started exploring your body, the touch turning you more and more needy of him. 

“so, how much time do you think we have until the party?” 

“enough.” 

[amoristt]

anon: can you write a ghost x reader fic about y/n being wrongfully accused of being a spy and she makes a run for it and ghost finds her? YESSSS . LOVE ITTTT

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The Accused | Simon "Ghost" Riley/Reader

- Heavy footsteps, the air thick, the wall in front of you even thicker. Never did you think that beige wallpaper would be such an obstacle in your way as the echoing sound of footsteps gain on you. The door is shut tight, but the room is still under construction and lacks any furniture to help barricade you in. There isn't even a fucking closet for you to hide in. The only thing other than light brown plank flooring and a door with a half-painted white frame, was a window overlooking a yard.

It was roughly a five-story drop- too high to continue your run unscathed, but at this point, you've got some pretty heavy options to weigh. On one hand, potentially cut your life short, on the other, get caught and dragged out fighting.

Not that it would be much of a fight. You didn't even have time to grab your gun or knife before you made your escape.

Your heart aches. This wasn't right. While you weren't sure what dirt Shepherd had on you, what documents had been falsified as evidence of your alleged 'treason', but whatever they were they must have been pretty damn convincing to have Graves up in arms almost instantaneously. Tears bite at your eyes- had been since you first ran, but now they were heavier. Angrier. You wipe them harshly and red blotches bubble at your cheeks.

Shaking, you bring your radio to your lips. You can't hear them, but they can surely hear you, switched to a different station so you couldn't use their chatter to work around them.

"Please," you damn near sob. "Please, there's a mistake. There's been a fucking mistake, I haven't done anything. You really think I'd do this to you guys of all people?"

Grave answers your pleads like a poison, settling deep into your lungs, replacing all the air in its wake.

"Enough running. Come out and no one has to get hurt."

There was no use in arguing, you realized. They would never hear of it- not the people that truly mattered when it came to imprisonment, anyways. Even if you could convince your humble squad of your innocence, it would never hold up in the end. Besides that, by the way Graves spoke to you, the way he had looked at you, like you were a fucking bug that needed squashing, told you all you needed to know when it came to fighting against Shepherd's allegations.

You knew, ultimately, that running wasn't going to exactly help your case, but you didn't know what else to do. It felt like everyone had turned against you in a moment. You hadn't even had time to process anything. One moment you were joking with your crew, and Graves scampered off the take a rather important call.

Shepherd, was all he had said before disappearing.

And god, when he came back, red-faced and tense, the accusations poured.

Soap tried to defend you. Ghost fought to question, to figure out what the fuck was happening, but the supposed 'evidence' was apparently damning enough to convince Graves through and through that you were a spy.

A rat.

Ghost's voice, laced with desperation and confusion, when Graves began to 'explain' your betrayal haunted you. More so than the act of being accused of treason, even. You just stared at him, past that skull mask, into those familiar dark eyes. Even now, as you ran for what could possibly be your life, that half-hidden expression was all you could see.

The moment Graves brought up arresting you, and even moved to try and grab you, your brain damn near malfunctioned. Your body reacted on its own.

You fucking ran.

Though you weren't sure how someone had found you, this was the position you were in now. The curtains blew out with the breeze, soft and inviting, almost like it was beckoning your jump. They unfurl before you like great wings, and you stare down at the green grass below. You'd surely be crippled by this fall. If not that, it could very well kill you.

Your heart seizes, your lungs struggle to take in air as panic begins to sets in like vines creeping over your nerves. For a moment, you freeze. There was no other way out.

But then there's a slam on the door behind you, so great that the frame creaks and sharp chunks of wood launch off and scatter onto the floor around you. You flinch and your body once again takes priority over your mind, tossing your leg over the sill and swallowing hard. You're going to have to make the jump for it.

You heave yourself up and over, planting your feet flat on the sill, your entire body shaking with both fear of the leap and the deeper issue at present. One hand braces against the top of the window, the other covering your mouth.

Behind you, the door bursts open. Wood splints and tears as it slams into the wall.

"Enough!" A voice shouts, thick with accent and heavy breaths. "You're going to break every damn bone in your body."

You can practically feel Ghost's gun pointed straight at you. You cringe.

Would he pull the trigger?

"Might as well do it now before someone else does trying to beat a confession out of me that'll never fucking come." You didn't mean for your voice to carry so sharp, so laced with the pain and hurt of being hunted by your own friends.

By Ghost, of all people.

How could he be so fucking blind after everything you'd been through together? You wanted to reach out and smack him upside the head. You'd patched each other up more times than you could count, you trusted him with your life, he'd trusted you with his.

Or so, you had always thought.

But the way he's looking at you has to second guessing.

But, ultimately, you knew the game at play. He was a good soldier- the best. He was a former lone wolf, distrustful to his core. You'd worked so fucking hard to get close with him and now it was all crumbling down. Even if you stayed and explained yourself, there would be no point. You would be arrested, processed, thrown in jail labeled a traitor to your country and more people than not would be celebrating it. You'd never see the light of day- shackled and stuffed into a prison so far off the map that God himself would struggle to find you.

And you would be damned if you were going to just sit there and accept your fate. Even if it meant you appeared just as guilty as Shepherd had painted you. You just needed to get away for a bit, collect yourself, and have the time to figure out what the hell was going on. But it seemed that was never in the cards for you. 

The ground below looks menacing, but more forgiving than the fate that awaits you.

You can hear Ghost taking heavy steps forward, and you wonder why he hasn't just come up and ripped you from that sill already.

"Get down," He barks, and you shake at the tone, refusing to look back at him. Defiance shines through as you refuse to climb down.

"I'm not going down for something I didn't do!" Exasperated, your knuckles whitening with your iron grip. It takes what feels like eons to prepare for gravity to play its course, but in reality, it's been mere seconds. You try to force down air through the boulder in your throat.

For a moment, everything stills. You knew the outcome that was bound to come to this. You knew, deep down in your heart, that your fate was not a good one at this point. Either you die on impact, or you'd be wheeled into the interrogation room on a stretcher. That alone makes your skin crawl- interrogation. Knowing you had not a single detail to offer despite the amount of 'tactics' that would be used on you... The torture would essentially be never-ending.

You were well and truly fucked.

"I have to do this." You try to keep your voice level, but it betrays you. You hear Ghost suck in a sharp breath, the sound of his gear shifting. At this point, you don't even care if he shot you. At least you'd die with the person you loved.

"You don't." Ghost's voice is quieter, closer. Now you can really hear it- the sadness. The desolation. It wracks you to your very core.

With a hasty glance over your shoulder, you take in the sight of him. Maybe the last sight of him you'll ever get the chance to see. His looming figure stands feet away, gun still fixated on you. He looks defeated. Or, perhaps, torn. Riding that fence and teetering on the edge between believing you or hauling your ass back to Shepherd kicking and screaming.

Tears well in your eyes when realize his finger isn't even on the trigger. You nod at him sadly.

"I do."

And then, you give yourself to gravity. For a split second, you're weightless. Without much family back home, you found yourself thinking about your squad. How would Soap react? Gaz, or Price? Would they try to find your innocence, or would they take your cowardly actions at face value? Would Graves struggle with the weight of your life if he discovered his manhunt had been unwarranted?

Would Ghost be okay after firsthand witnessing such an awful, selfish act?

Would he ever forgive you?

With a sickening crack, your body slams into the brick wall of the building and you're left dangling in place. Your shoulder screams as you hang, and when you snap your attention toward the searing pain, you see two large hands grasped tight at your wrist and elbow.

"Damn it!"

Ghost's voice reaches you like a bullet had been ripped through your chest. He'd caught you, holding fast and unrelenting. You tried to fight, struggling against him, trying to reach up and pry those fingers away but they didn't budge.

It was over. You'd been caught. You were going to fucking prison and forever labeled a traitor to your country and everyone you ever knew. Everyone you ever fought with, and for, would remember you as a rat. A stain on the fabric of the U.S. Army.

"Let go!" You cry, feeling yourself reeling back into that room with Ghost's unwavering grip. "Just let go!"

Ghost grunts a sharp no before you're hauled up, into the room, and held fast by his arms caging you against him. He crushes you to himself, fingers near digging bruises into your skin and he's shaking you realize. Tears well up and flush past your waterlines, disappearing into the cloth of his gear. You haphazardly beat on his chest with a loosely formed fist.

"They're gonna fucking kill me" You sob. "It's not me, I didn't do anything."

You feel Ghost's arms leave you, and you realize now is when you'll have to surrender. You'll have to hang your head low and saunter away and into the clutches of the armies worst. You're crying into your hands now, not caring what you look like. Not caring this was the first time Ghost had ever truly seen you cry. And god, did you cry.

"Simon, please, I didn't do anything. It wasn't me!"

He's silent as he watches you fall apart right in front of him. Though he uncurls his arms from your shaking frame, he doesn't back away, looking down at you, like he's unsure of what to do. Unsure of what to believe anymore. As you press your forehead to his shoulder, your legs threaten to give out from underneath you.

"Why is this happening." Your voice escapes you as a whimper, broken up with sharp, painful breaths. "What could I have done for someone to do this to me of all people? I know I'm not a saint, but,-" Finally you look up at him, babbling. "Fuck, what do I do?"

Ghost's eyes narrow as he watches you, taking in every word. He places his hands on your shoulders, the first familiar gesture you've felt yet.

"You think you've been framed?" He asks, tone cool despite the waves of emotions in his eyes. You nod.

"That's the only explanation I can think of, but why? I would never do this to my country, my home." You flicker your eyes up to his own. "I would never do this to you."

You can see him trying to work it all out in his brain. Weighing the evidence he'd been presented with versus the fact that he fucking knew you. Knew you like the back of his hand, knew you without even having to think about it. He knew you as he knew himself, and he just knew you wouldn't do this.

"So what is it then." He starts harshly, so terribly confused it brings about anger, like he needs the answer right now because he doesn't know what to do next and time is running thin. 

Shaking your head, you shrug. "I don't know. I just-... I know that there's something going on here. Maybe by mistake, maybe intentionally, I don't know. But I didn't fucking do anything."

Ghost digests your words. You continue.

"I just need time to figure it out and I don't have it. I've got 141 and god fucking forbid, the Shadow's coming for this at this point." your face falls. "...Did anyone try to defend me after I left...?"

Ghost stiffens and swallows hard. You nod, laugh hoarsely. Of course.

"It was fast. There wasn't time to think." He offers. It made sense. You wondered what would have happened if anyone found you up here. If it had been Soap, or Gaz. Or Graves.

His eyes are softer now, his breathing leveling. Surely he's made a choice, but you aren't sure of which. You pray it's in your favor, that he realizes that this is you you're talking about. You pray he remembers all the time, the trust. As you watch him, like he's miles away from you, you can't help but notice him staring at you like you're just mere arms reach away.

Like you'd never left his arms at all, actually. Still flush against him a crying mess of pleads and hurt.

"Ghost, how copy?" Grave's voice pipes up from Ghost's radio.

You still. Ghost lingers a moment, like he doesn't want to answer, his eyes dart from his radio and then back to you, and you press your lips into a tight line.

Don't fucking answer it, your mind begs. Don't do this to me.

When Graves repeats himself, urgently this time, Ghost drags the radio begrudgingly up his clothed lips. Mouth running dry, hands shaking, you take a step back.

'Please,' You mouth. Ghost shakes his head and refuses to meet your gaze.

He was going to turn you in, after all.

He was a good soldier.

You, in that moment, recall the moments you spend side by side with this man. This scary, intimidating man, that you'd found comfort in. The person you plucked from the litter and thought to yourself, this one.

And he hadn't wanted you in. You bulldozed your way through until he found himself picking you out in crowds, remembering all those little things about you that no one else seemed to give a damn about. Waiting for you in the morning, sharing his thoughts and time.

You had always hoped, in another world, you two could enjoy life without all the pain together. A life outside of the army. 

Surely, it would have been enough.

Face downcast, you hear him take a breath to speak.

"Clear." He says. "No sign."

There was no stopping the tears that spilled down your cheeks at that moment, mouth covered to muffle yourself, crouching down as your knees shook.

"Sonofa bitch! Regroup back at point A." Graves says with a sigh.

"Copy." Ghost says quickly, shoving his radio back into his belt. He takes a knee in front of you, and his hands cup the side of your wet face. You eye him, babbling thank you over and over again, sick with fear, gratitude, and confusion. A cocktail that left an unnaturally horrendous taste on your lips. He retrieves a hand just long enough to set his knife down o the floor in front of you.

"Now you've got time." He says matter-of-factly, but you can still sense that urgency in his words. He wants you to escape. To figure this out and come back to him his friend and partner.

He takes your discarded radio and switches it to the proper channel so you could keep tabs on their whereabouts and plans. The voices of your squad chatter on the line, Soap's voice above all wondering how the fuck this was even happening. Bless his heart, he even mentioned being worried for you, which was quickly shot down by Graves reminding him of your betrayal.

As Ghost crouches before you, massive, all-powerful it seemed, you watch his eyes. He pats your cheek. His gloved finger points to the window.

"Ever try a stunt like that again, I'll kill you myself." He bites. You nod, struggling to compose yourself. He stands and your mind begs for him to stay, to be with you during this, but you know he can't.

He lingers in the doorway like he's thinking the same thing. 

"I will... Do what I can. Watch your back, soldier."

And then he's gone, and It's silent save for your harsh breaths. You shakily pull yourself up from the floor, grasping the knife he'd given you- his favorite blade entrusted to you. You'd wait for nightfall and make a run for it, find shelter day by day, and hopefully reconnect with him somewhere to go over what the hell was going on.

You prayed he'd find a way to convince them of your innocence, ask the right questions to the right people, and have more players in your court.

It would likely be your only way out of this awful nightmare.

[kombuuuu]

OH MY GOD I JSUT HAD AN IDEA. PAV WITH AN INSECURE GF :( hes so sad and he's js wondering why she feels like that :( and he like. buys her flowers and just like kisses all over her face and tells her all the things he loves about her :(

AHHHHHH PAV BABYYYYYY

….

Only you.

“Thithli, there is no one in any universe I love more.”

blushes giggles kicks feet twirls hair chokes a little coughs giggles again

—

There wasn’t a moment in time where Pavitr wasn’t infatuated with you.

From the second he’d seen you he’d already had all his love in his hands, down on his knees begging you take it from him and keep it for yourself.

He’d let you cave your way into his chest, rip his ribs and lungs apart. Let you curl yourself around his heart and make yourself home in his chest.

Everything about you made him feel like a sailor to the sea, called only by the softened sounds of your calming voice.

And every day, when you laid next to him, sleeping curled up against his chest. He would trace every line and crease of your face, every feature your body held. Every mark and blemish and would call you flawless.

Would close his eyes when his heart started beating a tad too fast, and would thank every god he’d ever known for bringing him to you.

So when you had the audacity, the gall— to feel insecure about any one thing, he had to shut that down like his life depended on it.

—

You were shaking, the trembles brimming under your skin a thorough show of your unnerve.

You were at an event, a pretty tame one considering the other Pav had bring you too.

And in the midst of all the talking and introducing, you had lost him. In a sea of around 150 people, you were isolated. Desolate in yourself.

So to say you were anxious was an understatement. You berated yourself, the small voice in your head giggling and snickering at your own anguish.

You should go find him.

Ohhh, yeah, sure. Cause if he walked away in an event he’d invited you too, he definitely wants to be found.

Jesus christ, It’s not like that.

Someone had brushed up against your shoulder, you jerked away quickly.

“I am so sorry.” You basically pleaded with the woman before she could even speak. She laughed happily, seeming to be completely okay with what just happened. “It’s no bother, sweetie. I bumped into you,” She laughed again. “,I should be the one apologising!”

You laughed with her this time, calmed but still beyond nervous. She turned away, leaking back into the sea of the crowd.

You damn clutz.

It’s fine, she wasn’t mad. She was nice, what the fuck are you on about.

She looked pissed.

She was smiling.

You felt insane, talking to yourself like this, you were in control of your own thoughts, why were they so against you?

Walking along the edge of everyone, in a decision to go find your Pav, you scanned the room for his face.

In the far corner, a way away from you, you caught sight of him.

He was lent against a wall, in a packed party, his hands gesturing wildly as he talked to a group of people. He paused for dramatic effect, before saying the lunch line. The group laughed with him, joyous in light of the story.

One of the girls, evidently closer to him than others, laughed exceptionally loud. Giggling and tapping his arm as she did. Pressing closer to him in a stumble, or, what was faked to be.

Pav glanced at her, paying no mind, before he slyly brushed her off. Your heart strengthened a little at the act. But when she pressed even closer, and he didn’t do anything about it, the hope was shattered.

Told you.

Please be quiet, just this once. Please.

..Okay.

You went to turn around, to get out of there before you could make yourself worse, you knew you were being irrational, insecure.

But you couldn’t help it, and when the girl caught your eye and smirked, your resolve had been broke. You turned quickly. making your way away from the party, from your lover.

You needed to get out of here.

Your thoughts were quiet, a buzzing running your mind. There was a sting in the back of your eyes but it was dull, like static had been shoved into your cortex.

Bile had rose to the back of your throat, trapped and never fully being enough to make you gag it up.

You ran cross the busy trafficked street, the cars were barely moving, but you still waved them down in thanks or sorry despite.

Like a woman from her crimes, you ran.

—

Pavitr shrugged the lady off once more, shooting her a nervous look. He was uncomfortable, and people were starting to take notice, except for her apparently. Seeing as every time he pushed her away, she pushed back stronger.

A witching giggle erupting when he made his jokes. He didn’t like this, going to tell the woman off, that he has a girlfriend, before someone else had done it for him.

Gwen basically came out of nowhere, which given the watch on her wrist— wouldn’t be impossible. She shoved her way between them. Putting her arm around Pav’s shoulder and chatting loudly.

He shot her a grateful look, sighing in relief while Gwen took the girls spot. Geeking him like an old pal before anyone in the circle could notice anything amiss, slowly, but forcefully pushing the girl farther and farther away from her friend.

“What’s up, Pav?” She smiled at him, speaking over the music playing. People greeted Gwen as she did back.

“Nothing much, Gwen.” He was genuinely happy now, his friend bringing him a security he hadn’t felt before.

“Where’s the girlfriend? She’s been coming to a lot of these with you, hasn’t she?” Gwen glanced at the scowling woman when she mentioned her.

“Oh! Yes, She’s been getting more and more comfortable with my family! So more family events. I’m so proud of her,” The stars in his eyes as he spoke “,Getting more confident as the days go by. I’m so happy with her.”

Gwen smiled at him, genuinely in awe that her friend had found someone to love like that. Who loved him back just as much, if ever more.

“She left.”

The grating voice of the woman brought it seemed, everyone in the inner-circle to freeze. She sound so smug, so happily responsible.

“What?”

“Oh, Yeah! A while ago, actually. Saw her leave when we were talking.”

Gwen cut it, anger lining her voice.

“And you didn’t say anything?”

The woman tried to play off innocent, trying to make it seem like Gwen was attacking her.

“What! Why would I? She looked pretty upset about something, Im not gonna intervene.”

“…Upset?” Pav whispered to himself.

Gwen peeled off of him, turning to the woman and indirectly interrogating her.

Pavitr took the chance to slip away, already on his way to grab his back and find his web slingers.

He reached the entrance to the main room, thanking the staff and grabbing his stuff.

Pulling out his phone he clicked on your contact, a photo of your squished cheeks between his thumb and forefinger while he kissed your temple the contact.

Pressing “Call Mobile.”, he waited for your answer. Putting his web slingers on in the closest ally he could find.

“C’mon, Shonu pick up.”

He put on his mask, not bothering with the rest of the shit while the tone rang out. Cursing something sweet, he put his phone in his bag, and swung it across his shoulders, shooting webs on either corner of the building, and launching himself forward.

—

When you came to it, there was a knock at the door.

You had spent the better half of an hour sitting in your bed, doing little to nothing but thinking about every flaw you could behold.

The way your voice sounded when you talked.

How you got nervous so easily, always in need of Pav’s soothing words to talk you through it.

To how you cried so much, and the annoyance that would cause him.

Every other thing stacked up and piled into this ugly amalgamation of why he would want to leave you.

And it was a lot of things.

You groaned as you got up, wiping the tears from your stained face, and patting your eyes to make them seem less puffy as you opened the door.

Pavitr was right behind it, flowers almost dead in his hand from how high speeds he was going to get to you.

“Did someone die?”

“Wha— Pav, no. No one died.”

“Okay good, because I got these flowers thinking I could be romantic but then realised if someone had died, probably not the time for romance.”

You giggled, the thoughts clouding you mind fading away for a moment and you relished in it.

“Can I come in?”

His voice was soft, and with the way his free hand reached out to caress the apple of your cheek. Thumb wiping away the remaining tears and comforting your heart. You couldn’t refuse him. Nodding to him, his hand fell from your face. You opened the door wider, letting him through before closing and locking it.

He went for your couch, ready to sit and talk to you. He wanted to know why you left, and not to take that lady’s words to heart—. But if you were upset, he needed to be there for you. In his heart, his head, every sense of his self— That’s what should be as a partner. The shoulder to cry on, man to love, and to love you himself. To give his all to you and let you take anything from him.

You followed him to the couch, sitting next to him like a scolded child, guilt scratching at your gut.

He kissed your temple, placing the flopping bouquet on your coffee table.

“[Name], Whats wrong? Why’d you leave without coming to get me?”

You cringed, looking down at your hands. “I didn’t mean to—,” your voice was trembling. “,—I just..”

You cut yourself off, pushing the ball of your palms into your eyes, the tears falling from the creases of your eyes and being wiped away in the same beat.

“I freaked.”

You sighed out, shaking in every inhale.

Pavitr’s shoulders sagged, a kind of saddened relief. Still worried but not nearly as much.

“You know you can come get me anytime you need baby, you must’ve walked all the way here, I mean—“

“—I tried.”

He paused. The sentence making his words fall flat in his mouth.

“Thithli—“

“You were with that— that girl. And I couldn’t—“

“[Name].” His stern voice interrupted.

“Sorry.”

“Please, Pari, don’t be.” He grabbed your hands, coddling them up in his own and shuffling himself closer to you. His knees brushing yours. You looked up at him, watching the smile lines etched into his skin slowly from.

“You know it’s only you, right?”

He was as breathless as you, less of a nerve ridden thing. More of a bashful blow.

A dumb noise left your mouth, a whine mixed with a sob. “I know.”

“Shonu. You are the only person in any universe I could love the way I do,” He promised you, the sincerity in his voice putting your mind at an ease only he could bring.

“,You understand?”

He moved ever closer, slipping his hands from yours to grab your waist and pull you over him.

“Yeah—… Yes.”

“Good.” He smiled. He kissed the crease between your brows, smoothening it away.

Your teary smile melted his heart. Small whines still wracking your body.

“I know, Thithli, I know.” He whispered to you, rubbing your skin in hypnotising circles.

—

Later that week, you returned home to see flower (admittedly more alive) on your kitchen counter, chocolates and sweets placed next to it.

A basket of skin care, sweets and anything you could think of on your couch.

You put the flowers in your spare vase, running a small bit of water for the plants to drink. Putting the chocolates in the fridge, not before nicking one. The caramel of the sweet making your heart ache.

You entered your room, a small envelope with a heart on the lip gaining your attention.

You approached with a smile, slipping your thumb under the paper to pull out the card.

A spider-man themed card was in your palm, you giggled at the silly image of your boyfriend on the front.

You opened it up, the words “Happy Birthday! You’re eight!” Crudely scribbled out and replaced with Pav’s messy handwriting.

“Have a good day, Shonu. I love you.”

—

once more i got out of hand this was meant to be 200 words tops

[nicxl333]

MEETING IN MY BEDROOM- NANAMI KENTO X FEM!READER

warnings: 18+, smut, prolonged orgasm, oral (f!recieving), light bondage (tying up with a belt), praise, breeding, unprotected sex

summary: you’ve been feeling neglected, so nanami makes it up to you

word count: 1.4k

you lay on the couch in the living room,

ignoring the tv, bored out of your mind. your boyfriend, namami, was late coming home yet again. this was the third time this week and you were starting to grow annoyed. yes, he was busy due to his packed life of being the ceo of his company, but it wouldn't kill him to take some time off to spend it with you.

the dinner you made earlier, lay uneaten and cold on the kitchen counter so you decided to pack it into a container before heading off to bed.

you did your nightly routine and dressed yourself in a silk two piece pajama set before slipping yourself between the covers, glancing over towards the empty spot where he would lay. you sighed to yourself and turned around in the bed, trying to sleep the stress away.

that's when you heard it.

the jingle of keys in the front door, the door opening and footsteps walking into the apartment. he was here.

the sounds of scuffling resounded through the apartment before you heard small quiet steps approaching the closed door. there stood nanami, watching your figure as you lay and turned towards him.

"well you clearly have your timing under wraps."

he sighed at your sarcastic remark, walking towards you and sitting at the edge of the bed, mere inches away from you before beginning to lightly stroke your face.

"i know sweetheart and i'm sorry. i got caught up in a meeting and had to stay behind. i'm sure you understand how long my work can be."

you leaned into his touch, enjoying it for a moment after being without him for the entire day.

"i do kento, believe me i do, and i appreciate just how much effort you place into it. but it's constant now, i just feel so lonely without you here next to me. is it too much for me to ask my boyfriend to be here a little bit more?"

he leaned forward and placed a kiss on your forehead, looking at you with a loving smile.

"of course not y/n, trust me, i go crazy without you by my side." he moved towards your cheek.

“without your beautiful smile lighting up the room.”

he moved lower, kissing your lips slowly and sensually.

"without your perfect body."

he moved lower still, latching his lips onto your neck, instantly finding your sweet spot, making you moan out in bliss.

"without your angelic voice, moaning my name."

you couldn't take it anymore, your lust level hitting the roof. you wanted him now.

"k-kento please fuck me..."

he looked up at you, a smirk gracing his face.

"what was that princess?"

"please just fuck me!"

"hmmm...tell me what you want me to do to you first."

he then got on top of you, his knee leading directly to where your clothed clit lay. he started slowly rubbing on it, driving you insane.

"go on...i'm waiting."

"fuck! i w-want you to pound into me so damn hard until i'm crying out for you to stop. then...shit! then, i want you to tell me just how good i'm being for you."

nanami then stopped rubbing you, moving away for a second to take off his suit. he did it painfully slow, trying to tease the shit out of you. it was clearly working though, as your eyes were silently pleading for him to hurry up.

first the suit jacket came off, then the shirt, his chiselled abs being revealed, like a greek god on display. next went the trousers. he took of his belt and kept it in his hand while removing his bottoms at the same time, his body bare save for the black boxers, with a very prominent bulge poking out.

"i think this'll come in handy for the time being. arms up darling."

he then hovered over you, whilst you followed his instructions. he placed your wrists against the headboard, entwining them with the belt. he tightened the strap, making sure it wasn't too tight for you. he stood back and admired his work.

"now i would grant your wish, but i want to have my fun first. spread those legs for me y/n."

"but kento...i want you-"

"i know princess, i know. how about this then; if you can be a good girl for me then i'll give you what you want. but if you're bad..."

he came up to your ear, his hot breath hitting your skin.

"i'll see to it that you'll be crying for me to stop."

he then moved back, lowering his body until he was face to face with your lower half.

"may i?"

you nodded and he slipped your shorts down, nearly melting when he saw that you had nothing on underneath.

"no underwear? bold statement y/n."

he took in the sight before him. your cunt was wet and dripping, a sight he often liked to see. he wasted no time in diving right in, licking a long stripe, then latching onto your clit. you moaned out and squeezed your thighs against his head, trying to trap him. which resolved in a harsh slap to them.

"aht aht, what did i say y/n?"

he then pried your legs open making sure they stayed there while he started eating you out like it was his last meal on death row. you were restricted so the only thing you could do was lie there and take it all. as if the pleasure wasn't enough already he then proceeded to add his fingers in, thrusting at a fast pace.

"fuckk kento, it's too much!"

he ignored you, carrying on thrusting right up until he felt you clench onto him. he pulled away while you started whimpering at the loss of contact. until you saw him pulling down his boxers. he then placed his dick on your entrance, rubbing it until the head was coated in your juices.

"god princess, you're dripping for me." he groaned.

"kento please stop messing around and fuck me already!"

"oi. now we'll never get anywhere with that bratty, impatient attitude will we?" he then started teasing your clit with his dick.

“is this what you want?”

you shook your head. he then moved lower back to your entrance again.

"perhaps this?"

"nanami please...j-just fuck me i can't take it anymore!"

that's when all forms of self control snapped within nanami and he pushed himself in, bottoming out instantly. your walls encaged him, blocking any forms of escape.

"hmmm...you're so fucking tight sweetheart. it's like you don't want me to ever leave." he grunted while starting to rock his body back and forth.

"pick up the pace nanami, please god."

for once, he complied, starting to pound into you with great speed, making the both of you moan and groan in pleasure.

“god isn’t the one making you feel good y/n, what’s my name?”

"kento! baby please, i wanna hold you."

he stopped for a second and undid the belt buckle, releasing it from your sore wrists. your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders and he continued his pace.

"fuck y/n, you feel so good." nanami groaned into your neck. his words of praise added to the pleasure making you moan out more for him.

the smell of sweat, sex and pure love wafted throughout the room while the both of you neared your climax. nanami felt himself getting close before you so he reached down and quickly started rubbing on your clit, which made you instantly reach your limit. the grasp you had on him made him weak and he felt him self release right after, his cum flowing into your body.

all was silent for a moment, the pair of you taking a moment to calm down from the intensity of your orgasms.

"you didn't pull out kento."

"ah shit!"

he bounced up, ready to get the plan b pill from the bathroom.

"wait! kento. what if i wanted to keep it. would you?"

he stood there, eyes bulged at you. you were talking about a baby. a living, walking, crying baby. this would mean so much for the both of you and to be quite frank, he liked the thought of it. after a second he gained composure and opened his mouth to talk.

"i think we're ready."

[yelena-belovas-gun]

Last Resort Pt. 2 (Maya Lopez)

Summary: She came to get something...and to hide.

Maya Lopez x fem!nurse!reader

Warnings: None

Taglist: @probs-reading-fanfics (dm/comment to be a part of the taglist <3)

Flashbacks are bold <3

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She was wondering if the universe was conspiring against her. Why was it so hard to just stay away from you?

She thought she could forget about the jacket. She had another one anyway.

Yet here she was again, out of breath and in danger, right in front of your apartment building.

Coincidence? I think not.

The bright, flashing lights of the cop cars whizzed by, and she had to duck behind the wall again. It was honestly annoying how ridiculous these beat cops were.

Of course, you were her very last resort.

So up she went again, into the elevator and to your house.

You had been reading a book, plate of pasta in hand, spooning the tasty stuff into your mouth at intervals, only to have your quiet, peaceful time interrupted by a loud knocking on the door.

"Oh, for christ's sake-" you grumbled, pushing your cat, Kaz, off your lap and going over to the door.

Honestly, you really should start looking through the peephole more.

"Again?" You raised a brow. "I am not a lodging house."

"The police," she signed, glancing down the hallways. "I need to hide."

"Go hide somewhere else!"

"And risk being seen?"

"Your safety isn't my problem anymore!"

Maya had to admit, you were right. Bit she was desperate. So she put on her most pleading face and signed, "Please."

You wanted to kiss her. You wanted to strangle every breath out of her. You wanted to keep her safe. You wanted to dial 911 in the next two seconds.

You just wanted.

"Get in, you useless little shit," you signed in annoyance, opening the door.

"Thank you," she signed, looking away from you.

You began packing your dinner up, and noticed her sitting anxiously on the couch, fiddling with her fingers and randomly petting Kaz.

Why couldn't the gods have just made you a cold-hearted killer? Why did they make you a soft-hearted lover?

"Need something to eat?" You signed after flicking the lights on and off for her attention.

"Did you poison it?" She raised a brow.

"Every word you say which isn't a 'yes' or a 'no' is making me wish I did," you quipped, scowling.

"Yes, please," she nodded. "Thank you."

You grumbled and dismissed her statement with a wave, heating up some of the last bits of pasta.

"Baby, I'm hungry," Maya had said, pouting at you.

"Pasta?" You'd laughed and asked her, raising a brow.

"You know I love the food you make," she'd smiled and kissed your cheek.

"Damn you, Maya Lopez..." you scowled, setting a plate for her. You walked over to the couch and handed her a fork and the plate.

"Want a bit of rat poison with it for seasoning?" You scowled, crossing your arms after you'd signed.

"No, I'm fine with being alive," she shrugged and started eating. You rolled your eyes, and sat on the other couch, reading.

Every bone in your body pulsed with confusion at your feelings. Your heart tugged towards Maya, with the round face and cheeks you liked to pinch. Maya, with the sleek hands which could weave words to make you blush and do things to make your eyes roll back. Maya, with her slight smiles and expressive eyes that were too cute for you to handle.

But it also clenched at the sight of Maya, who had left you alone that night when you'd needed her. Maya who'd lied to you about one of the biggest disasters of your life.

Maya, who had broken you down till you were just pieces of the woman you had once been.

She noticed the glare you were shooting her and raised a brow. "What?" she finger-spelled.

"Why am I your last resort?" You scowled as you signed. "There are so many doctors, so many people you have some connections with. You can go to them. But you don't. Why me, Maya?"

"Because you're the only person I can fully trust," she signed after placing her plate on the coffee table. "The only person I know who wouldn't stab me in the back."

"Oh, is that why you found it so easy to stab me in the back?" You scoffed.

She sighed. "I guess I had that one coming."

"No shit," you scowled.

Maya sat in silence with you. An uncomfortable silence, which filled the entire room and suffocated you both. She stared at you intently while you continued to read, or, atleast, pretended to.

She, too, felt her heart split apart. She saw the curve of your jawline she loved to kiss, the upward slope of your lips which always fit against hers so perfectly. She watched your brows furrow, and noticed your hair falling on your face a bit. The hair she'd spend hours with her hands in, whether the moment was soulful or sinful. Her heart pulled towards you. It wanted you in a way she knew exes with 'no feelings' would never want.

But she also felt her heart pressed under the weight of her blunder. She felt it clench as she watched you get mad at her. She thought she'd seen the depth of your hurt, the day she'd left, but it was not even in the twilight zone of the trench-like abyss that was your sorrow.

She walked over to you and tapped your shoulder.

"Can I stay for a few days?" she hesitantly signed, looking at you pleadingly.

You scowled, "Why?"

"The police have probably tagged my apartment." She sighed. "I'm on the run, so..." she let her hands stay in the 'so' sign, the deaf equivalent of trailing off.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, squeezing your eyes shut. You inhaled deeply, as if mentally preparing yourself for what was to come.

"Fine," you scoffed. "But you're not going to mess up anything in here. That means you will go about your business and only come home to eat and sleep."

"Done," she shrugged. "Beggars can't be choosers."

"Now you're getting some sense into that thick skull of yours," you rolled your eyes and went back to your book, but only after signing, "And you're sleeping on the couch."

Maya sighed.

This was going to be a long few days.

TO BE CONTINUED...

[ymaohoh]

End of passion play, crumbling away - drabble - prompt

Hellcheer prompt - 'Chrissy and Eddie are reunited in death'.

End of passion play, crumbling away And what a fucking way to go. Eddie knew he was dying. Knew that as soon as the demobats’ teeth first sank into his flesh and consumed him piece by piece. It was a pain like he’d never experienced before. The thunder and lightning in the sky above seemed to absorb his screams. It was all very punk rock and metal. As Eddie’s soul trickled out of his body in a curious stream of bright gold light, a lithe figure wrapped in the same blinding light crept towards him. Its steps were soft and deliberate even though the red twisted roots and vines of Vecna could pose no possible danger. It turned its head to peer at him and Eddie recognised with a sudden intensity the graceful line of its body. He knew its gaze.  Eddie found himself trying to speak even though he had no breath left in his lungs. His shredded mouth (once so alive and animated and ready to laugh) lay useless now. Yet he wanted to call out and plead for this angel to come closer. To stay with him. To cry with him. An angel with the kindest and saddest eyes he ever saw.  Did you see that, Chrissy? God damn, that was the best rock show in the history of the world. Better than the Garden.  You were amazing, Eddie. I’m so proud of you.  Her lips never once moved yet her sweet voice was a melody. She was kneeling by his body and he saw that her limbs were smooth and unbroken. Just like she deserved. Something uncurled inside him at the sight of her face, he so glad to see her.  Are we dead? I think so. Yeah. He wanted to lift his ruined fingers to her lips. Even in death Chrissy Cunningham had the most beautiful smile, even if it looked like she was weeping. Every tear that ran down her bright illuminated cheek made him die all over again. I’m sorry I didn’t save you. I was a real fucking coward. It's alright, you saved the others. That’s what matters. Master of puppets, I'm pulling your strings Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams He could feel himself sinking further and further back into that gold stream of light as a little more of him faded. But maybe it was okay because she was here. It can't be all bad if he was going to the same place as her. What was left of his scattered thoughts suddenly imagined him and Chrissy in matching graduation robes, grinning as they posed for dumb pictures, and then Chrissy kissing his cheek as they drove away in his van leaving Hawkins far behind. It was too soon. This was too soon. His heart wrenched for all the fucking fantastic possibilities that now lay wasted. They were still kids and they deserved to be more than the casualties of some fucked up game of magic and smoke. He and Chrissy would fade away when they deserved the chance to live, grow, make mistakes. Just like kids were supposed to. But this bitterness wouldn't change a damn thing and he knew it. It was simply too late. So instead he kept his gaze on Chrissy's face and drank her in as his consciousness slipped away. And she made him feel safe. Chrissy, I want to take you on a date someday, you know? Fireworks, the whole lot. I'll make it real special. Just us. Yeah, Eddie. That sounds good. Come on, take my hand. Let’s go… Eddie wanted to grin and laugh and cry as the figure wrapped her lovely arms around him, the cloak of shimmering light enveloping and exhausting him completely.  Never-ending maze, drift on numbered days Now your life is out of season

Inspired partly by the interview with Grace and Joe and Grace says 'they're together now' (in death).

Lyrics are from Puppets

[bullet-prooflove]

Family: Herman Kozik x Reader

Tagging: @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @words-and-seeds, @danzer8705 @yourwinchesterbros, @mysoulisasunflower @vannabanana1995 @redpoodlern @theplacewhereallthedemonsgo @trublu2u @thanossexual @keyweegirlie @wakeama @adaydreamaway08

Companion Piece to:

Playing The Odds - Kozik plays the odds when it comes to asking you out

Night Terrors - Kozik learns why you can't sleep.

Bad Days - Kozik gets a call during a run that changes his day.

Herman Kozik has saved your life twice. You had been drowning when he met you, the guilt from Tony’s suicide tearing at your insides until the only way to deal with it was to numb yourself not just to the pain, but to everything else outside.

You’d been circling the drain when he’d moved into the neighbourhood. Every single part of you was broken, smashed up into a million pieces, it was impossible to see any light in the world. When he’d taken up residence in your bed, it was meant to be a distraction, a way of allowing yourself to feel something other than the crippling agony that wrenched at your insides every time you thought about that night.

He was meant to be the guy you fucked. The one you got fucked by.

Instead, he was making you laugh and staying over, he was making love and whispering sweet words in your ear, instead of nothing he became everything.

You probably wouldn’t have found out about the cancer until it was too late if it hadn’t been for him.

“Something’s different.” He tells you one night.

The two of you are in bed, your thighs straddling his waist as his large hands encompass your breasts. Your nipples are stiff, pert buds, shiny and wet from his mouth as he presses his face between them and he nuzzles them, stubble scraping over your soft skin.

“Yea.” You utter, your fingers threading through his hair and guiding his mouth back to your chest. “You’re not paying attention to the right places.”

He tilts his head up to look into your eyes, his palm kneading your right breast gently.

“I’m serious.” He whispers against your lips. “I think there’s a lump here.”

“It’s probably nothing.” You reassure him, cradling his face between your hands and he looks at you with such concern, it startles you because at the moment you realise how in love with you, he really was. He’s told you a thousand times how he feels but it isn’t until this moment you realise how deep it goes.

“Promise me.” He pleads, his grip on you tightening. “Promise me you’ll get checked out.”

He looks at you like you hung the moon and the stars, and you can’t deny him a God damn thing.

He’s away when you attend your appointment. He doesn’t want to be but there’s shit going down in Tacoma, and it could end badly if he doesn’t attend. He doesn’t want the blowback, on SAMCRO, on you. His Prez wants to keep him, but there’s too much bad blood, it’s why he’s getting out.

He knows the instant he steps inside of the house that the news isn’t good. When he sees the expression on your face, he knows his world is about to fall apart. He feels that familiar itch in his fingertips, the buzzing in his head, the need for a fix. Finding out you have cancer, that he might lose the one thing he truly loves in his world, scares the shit out of him. Instead of turning to the needle, he channels all of that energy into combating your prognosis. You are the one person in his life that he refuses to let down.

“You didn’t sign up for this.” You tell him as you sit at the kitchen table, staring at the pattern of the tablecloth. You’re distancing yourself from him, he can feel it. You think he’ll run, that he’ll say it’s all too much, what happened with Tony and now this, he’s already shouldered too much of your baggage.

“I’m here.” He tells you, reaching for your hand. “I’m staying right here with you. Your shit is my shit, the two of us will get through it. ”

Your diagnosis makes him even more desperate to get clear of Tacoma and patch in with SAMCRO. It gets worse before it gets better, there’s still a feud with Tig, when it comes up for the vote he refuses to let him join. He needs it to pass so that he can stay in the area. His Prez at Tacoma had been making noise about loaning him out, he wants his Sergeant at Arms back at the table where he belongs. The thought of leaving you in your time of need drives him crazy. He doesn’t tell you about any of this, he keeps it locked safety inside as he juggles medical bills, your treatments and taking care of you when you’re too fucking sick do much more than sleep.

It's when you have that fall that everything changes. Tig finds out about his circumstances and decides to let bygones be bygones. He calls a vote the next day and before he knows it Kozik has a seat at the table.

SAMCRO has always looked after their own and they treat the two of you like family. Care packages appear in the arms of prospects and brothers who just so happen to be dropping by. Company to keep an eye on you when the chemo takes a toll so great you feel like you’re dying. You learn that Chucky cooks up a storm, organising and labelling dozens of boxes in the fridge for when you’re ready to eat. You end up watching cartoons with Juice and talking books with Miles. When Kozik comes home from earning a little extra cash, he makes his gratefulness known, with hugs and pats on the back.

When you ring that bell in the Oncology department to signify that you're cancer free it is one of the happiest moments of Kozik’s life. He lifts you up and spins you around because his girl has done it, she’s beaten cancer and now the two of you have your whole lives ahead of you.

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[agerefanfics]

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“Ugh. That Damned override.”

Chip held onto his chest, the light blinking red as he stumbled his way to his desk. Nearly collapsing onto his desk, he angrily threw a chair before throwing himself onto the desk. He hated this. Hated this job, hated this god damn override. He hated everything about this, and for once he wished he’d just fall into a fetal position and forget everything about this life he was forced to live in, and yet he just couldn’t.

"I wish I never worked for this company in the first place!"

He slammed his fists on the desk, his emotional state bubbling like a hot engine. He nearly lost himself as he continued his dialogue, explaining how he never wants these toons to tell his only “Brother” Spruce the truth, due to the constant fear of losing the only person that truly cared about him.

"You should leave as soon as possible."

"I don't want you to be here when that monster comes back."

Most of the toons turned their backs and left the room, except for one. The toon in question was a beaver, with a green coat and hazel eyes. The toon slowly approached the cog, being weary of what would happen if they stepped even closer.

“Go.”

Was all that chip said as he held the urge to break down, albeit very poorly. His body quivered and shook as his fingers dug into the wooden desk. Instead of the toon backing away and leaving him alone, the toon only approached Chip cautiously. The toon jumped on a chair and climbed up onto the desk, getting a better look of the chainsaw.

Chip looked up at the toon, an almost grimaced look on his face.

“Are you deaf? I said go-”

The toon placed a hand on his head, their eyes told of an emotion Chip had never seen before. Sympathy. This toon felt sorry for him, and it showed as their hand moved down to cup the side of his face. Finally the toon spoke.

“You poor thing.”

Chip fell into shock, utterly baffled by the toon’s words. How could a toon feel anything for a cog?

He couldn’t answer that question himself.

“Don’t pity me, Toon.”

He spoke, his head looking down as he pleaded to himself to collapse and find a moment of safety. The toon, still cupping the side of chip’s face, sat on their knees and gently wrapped their arms around his head, the side of their face snuggling into the hat.

“I’m so sorry you have to go through this. If I had known this was what would happen, I would've never..”

The toon paused.

“I wouldn’t have started the fight in the first place.”

That finally broke him. Just that one apology broke his mentality. His fingers relaxed as he collapsed to his knees, tears welling up in his eyes as he sniveled. The toon release themselves from the embrace, hopping off the desk and gently holding Chip’s hand. The toon took notice of how big his hand was, as their own hand was small compared to his.

Chip simply cried, sniffling in between choked sobs. In this very moment, he felt small and helpless.

He so badly wished Spruce was here. Just to be able to hug him would simply take his worries away. Instead, he had this toon beside him, the toon gently petting his hand as a way to comfort him.

“It’s okay, it’ll all be okay.”

Chip looked at the toon miserably, his other hand rubbing one of his eyes to wipe the tears away. He hiccuped through his sniveling as he choked out his words.

“I just wan my bubba..”

He uttered out, his tears still dripping down from his eyes. The toon quickly took notice of how chip said those words, He spoke as if he was simply a child that was scared. The toon gently hugged the giant cog, all while rubbing his back in a circular motion.

“I’m here, Revvington. I’m right here.”

Chip gently hugged the toon back, his choked sobs shaking his whole body. Minutes passed, and Chip was slowly calming down from his crying tangent. He began to feel sleepy, which wasn’t out of ordinary since he just had a crying fit minutes ago.

“Aw, is someone sleepy?”

The toon asked.

Chip rubbed one of his eyes, quietly groaning to himself. He looked at the toon, a soft and tired expression on his face.

“Mmh, no..”

He responded, yawning in the process. The toon smiled, before (with difficulty) helped the cog up on his feet. The toon gently held his hand, gently pulling him along to the big doors on the side of the wall.

“Alright big fella, let’s get you into some more comfy clothes and get you to bed.”

Chip mumbled something under his breath, but the toon couldn’t tell what exactly it was. Making it into the hallway and near the door that literally had the suit’s manager name on it, they both enter the room, leading the cog over to the bed and setting him down. The toon let go of the cog’s hand, heading over to a drawer and opening of the shelves. Rummaging around, they pick out a flannel bodysuit, with buttons on the bottom so the outfit fits in place. The toon turned around to approach the chainsaw, pajamas in hand.

“How’s this outfit, big fella? You like it?”

Chip looked at the outfit, simply nodding his head.

~~

Once the outfit was fitted onto the cog, the toon clicked the buttons in, knowing that the pajamas fit perfectly. Chip sat up, looking at his outfit and giggled tiredly.

“Wan Woo’chuck..”

The toon’s ears perked up for a moment, turning to the cog’s sleepy face.

“Who’s Woodchuck?”

The toon asked, puzzled until the cog in question pointed to a red teddy bear that sat on the floor. The toon made an audible ‘oh’ as they approached and picked up the bear. Returning to the cog, the toon handed the bear to the cog, to which the cog happily snuggled. Helping the cog lay down comfortably in bed, the toon gently covered the chainsaw with a blanket. Chip yawns once more, the blades on his apparatus revving ever so slightly.

“Alright buddy, time to go night-night ok?”

Chip mumbled.

“Otay..”

With no other words, chip’s eyes fluttered close, the cog slowly dozing off. The toon placed a hand on the side of Chip’s face, before retracting and making their way to the bedroom door.

Before he could turn the doorknob, he heard something that he wasn’t expecting.

“Goo’night bubba…”

Chip mumbled out.

The toon smiled, turning the doorknob and exiting out the door. Before closing the door, the toon quietly responded.

“Goodnight, Lil Buddy.”

Chip finally dozed off, his mind wandering off into dreamland.

~~

When chip woke up, he awoke to a daze and state of confusion. Rubbing his eyes and eventually his head, he took notice of the teddy bear that laid on the floor near his bed. Before he could question his very beloved teddy bear, he quickly took notice of the pajamas he wore. He quietly gasped. He didn’t remember wearing this. Looking around, he sat himself up on his bed, pondering what had happened yesterday. It didn’t take long before he saw a letter on his table.

Picking up the letter, he read what contained in the letter.

‘Dear Revvington, if you’re reading this, you might be confused about what happened. You were having a bad day and I decided to help you out, so I hope you don’t mind that I took care of you. I promise you that you’re not a freak for coping like this, I can only imagine what you go through every day. I hope you had a nice nap, you looked like you needed it. Signed, Chuck.’

Chip sighed, crumpling up the letter and throwing it in the bin. He got dressed in his suit before exiting his room, ready to get back to work. Whoever this ‘Chuck’ was (hoping it wasn’t a toon), he did appreciate the help. He couldn’t help but smile (if he could) at the thought of meeting this mysterious figure one day, as bizarre as it may seem.

In the end, it was back to work. He could take a break another time.

[universalistotalis]

Blind Date

Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader (Haikyuu!! Timeskip)

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Today was the start of a milestone in your adult life. You’ve never been one for dating but you realized that life’s short and you’re not getting any younger.

Your friends wanted to throw a party with just the mere fact that you said yes to a blind date for the first time. It was such a damn miracle!

You planned days ahead. The makeup, the hair, the outfit, the shoes… everything! It made you excited in a way because finally after years of establishing self- love and confidence, here you were! Ready to conquer the world, ready to open yourself to loving someone—

Ready to back the fuck out.

It hit you instantly. His aura was dominating and the sight of him made you feel like you were suckerpunched to the stomach! How could your friends miss that one teeny tiny detail that your date for tonight was Sakusa Kiyoomi himself?!

The waiter led you closer to the table and you pleaded to god that he would suddenly swerve and lead you away. But then he stopped in front of Sakusa, told him of your presence, and motioned you towards the chair.

It was all a blur and you became dizzy as he removed his mask and stood just to pull the seat out for you.

His voice was low and his eyes were unrelenting when he stares during the conversations. You felt so bare in front of him, so little. Was this how his opponents from the other side of the court felt? His looks were calculating and judging that you just sat there, insides melting with every second that passed. It doesn’t even help that you have this huge crush on him for god-knows-how-long!

It started years ago when you dreamt of him kissing you and being such a good boyfriend. Yes, that actually happened. And what surprised you was, it wasn’t even him that you were idolizing in the National team, it was Hinata Shoyo!

But then, little by little, you fell for Kiyoomi’s charms even though he’s quiet and reserved most of the time. Even though he was silent, you can never ignore his presence on court. His plays were top tier, so well- executed and well- timed, that everyone’s just left there speechless after each and every spike. And it doesn‘t help that he’s so humble about it too!

He has you on chokehold ever since and you never recovered!

“You’re playing with your food. Don’t you like the menu?” He asked bluntly. Your throat goes dry at his sudden intrusion.

“N-no, no it’s not that.” You tried to smile sheepishly.

“Then what?”

“N-nothing, Sakusa. I’m fine, don’t worry.” You smiled and tried your best to eat under the heat of his gazes. “A-and the food is exquisite.” You added.

It wasn’t because he wasn’t good company. He tried to keep conversations going, inserted jokes or puns whenever he can, and listened intently to all your stories. He’s been such a gentleman and a great date!!!But fuck it! Your goddamn heart couldn’t stop pounding everytime your eyes meet. Good thing the restaurant had dim lights because, my god, you were blushing so hard from the start, it wasn’t even funny anymore.

“Am I boring you?” He asked innocently with head tilted and slight pout in the mouth.

FUCK, NO, YOU’RE KILLING ME.

You clamped your mouth so fast as you begged for the ground to swallow you whole. You did not just say that out loud!!!

And if that wasn’t enough, you looked over at the table to a mortified Kiyoomi who blushed dangerously at your words.

“I- I did not mean that, I’m so sorry—“

“Oh? That’s a shame.” He looked down, smirking at his plate and flashing you with his two deep dimples. “You’re killing me too.”

With your heart doing a thousand cartwheels, you returned his smile. He followed your deed and allowed a soft chuckle to escape his lips until you both were laughing together. It was melodic, two happy noises singing in chorus as all the tension evaporated in the atmosphere.

Maybe tonight wouldn’t be as nerve wrecking after all.

—-

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I have been gone for so long! I’m so sorry 🥺

Here’s one story that has been sitting on my drafts for the longest time. I hope you all like it!

Suggest haikyuu characters that I may write stories about! We’ll try this out 🥹

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[tired-reader-writer]

@ship-of-skitties Ask and ye shall receive.

More thoughts swirling in my head regarding my OC Horaia and the AU she's written into.

I realized that the draft was getting inordinately long as I'm in the process of typing this damn thing (it's been more than half an hour of nonstop typing as of the moment I'm retroactively acting this paragraph and readmore in the draft, send help) so I'll put the rest under the cut:

I have talked before of how Horaia had been more yearning than person her whole entire life (until she got her memories back in full that is, and even then it's not as though the longing disappeared entirely it just... settled. more on that elaborated here), right? It's a huge component of her character concept. That emptiness. That disconnect from the rest of the world. The amorphous ineffable sort of want. The hollow in her heart. The sheer loneliness from the secure sort of knowledge that nobody in this world can understand her fully.

“God occupies me as a shapeless hunger.”

And y'know what said hunger/longing/yearning/want/loneliness reminded me of?

The God of Darkness.

His story is basically that he'd been alone for so long, aching for companionship that'd break this loneliness, until he met the Goddess of Light and had a bunch of kids with her, and even though I don't think this was stated explicitly I have to wonder if his desire to see more life be brought forth from Ewigeliebe and Geduldh's union was in part fuelled by the memory of said loneliness. Anything to lift it. Anything to expel it. It's not enough, never enough, he must simply try to make the world less empty just so maybe the silent void won't drive him to despair.

An all-consuming sort of want, if you will.

Just like a black hole.

It's also said that the reason Royal Academy students gotta wear predominantly black clothes is a reference to the God of Darkness, represents and symbolizes the desire to consume any and all knowledge like darkness itself— though I can't seem to find a direct reference of this on the English wiki. I saw it in the light novels, I swear I fucking saw it.

Anyways, kid Horaia. She hears about the story of the gods and latches real hard on the God of Darkness's story in particular because the shaking crying little animal part of her psyche (the one constantly clawing at the back of her throat, desperate to scream out loud, the manifestation of this nameless grief for things she won't ever get back) relates to him. The darkness, the all-consuming, the black hole— a gravitational phenomenon so strong it devours everything and lets nothing escape its grasp.

So at night, she prays.

Or more like desperately pleads to the God of Darkness for answers, girl's not doing okay.

She asks:

What do you do with this hunger? What do you do with this desire? This emptiness, the hollow in your heart?

She asks:

What do you do with this desolation? What do you do with this loneliness, this grief of solitude?

And there is no answer but the silence from the dark of the room but she thinks she feels the weight of a gaze, a heaviness in the air, almost solid enough to cut through.

Maybe.

Some of you who has read one of the two drabbles I put forth may remember Myne's mulling on the subject of monsters, how Horaia had labelled herself one with something like pride.

Monere to monstrum to monster.

To admonish, to warn, to advise.

Portent, sign, divine omen.

Monster, monster, monster.

Aka girl keeps receiving warnings and visions in her dreams a la Hildegard von Bingen and becomes an omen in of itself because well what else is she gonna become? Carrier of divine will, one who communicates the gods' desires to the earth. Like Myne (Enheduanna) the Saint who carries the will of mortals to the divine in order to retrieve blessings and protections from them Horaia is almost a Prophet by the gods' design.

Schlaftraum is her patron deity for reasons I've stated before (though I'd be more than willing to say them again if y'all so wish) but the God of Darkness is also among those she honors the most.

On that note it does trip me up that Schlaftraum is Ewigeliebe's subordinate and not the God of Darkness's, like, the dream/sleep thing is already close enough to the divine domain of night, I always have to do a double take whenever I remember that the God of Dreams isn't a subordinate of the God of Darkness whose cloak symbolizes the night sky but oh well. It's fine. It's fucking fine. Don't think too much about it, argh!

Where was I going with this? Oh, yeah, Horaia's intimate bond with the divine, with the God of Darkness in particular.

Maybe she encounters the shrines on the Academy grounds. Maybe the first shrine she finds is of the Dark God.

Maybe it's the only shrine she frequents to pray to, because he's the only deity among the Seven that she really feels a solid connection to until she's pushed to do otherwise. Maybe. The details still aren't ironed out, I'm just chucking pasta at the wall to see what sticks for now.

Either way though, let me jump onto a tangent regarding her Gender Identity Shenanigans™ and how that intertwines with her affinity to the God of Darkness: y'know how the husbands are often compared to the Dark God and their (first) wives the Light Goddess?

Yeahhhh no. The labels got flipped with Horaia and Ferdinand. Because of course they did. I will not elaborate for now bc my brain is starting to fry with all this typing when will I be free aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Myne is also dragged into this bullshit dynamic bc of course, she's most affiliated with Mestionora and while adoptive daughter isn't quite the same a one and only grandchild it could plausibly be stretched as similar, ey?

Myne-as-Mestionora may or may not guide Horaia-as-God-of-Darkness to the Wisdom to take over Yurgenschmidt—

Like I said. Still stamping details out. I originally hadn't planned for Horaia to potentially become Zent? But ah well let's just roll with it I'm not in control of the damn AU anymore.

My thoughts are becoming jumbled and I couldn't really find a way to incorporate this seamlessly so here it is as a bonus:

Horaia pleading, I cannot bear this world a moment longer.

And the God of Darkness replying, Then, child, make another.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

On that note, the God of Darkness and Goddess of Light are said to be the “progenitor of all gods” but the only deities acknowledged to be theirs are the four seasonal deities sooooo what's up with that, but it isn't quite relevant to our discussion so I'll set my theological confusion aside for now.

[venuscrashed]

Star Soup

I wanted to try out the oc thing so here…

No pronouns used but intended as gn!reader

Surrounding by stars and the void you looked back at your first encounter with him.

Your family and you were in the hospital. You all surrounded the hospital bed of your mother. She laid there with tears in her eyes as your father quietly yelled at her. He was berating her, calling her names and blaming her if he gets caught.

“You goddamn idiot. If my business gets investigated by the goddamn police I will beat you.” He spit harshly in his thick country accent. “All cause you couldn’t watch what you eat. You fat pig. Telling everyone where my stash is!”

She cried and pleaded with him. Begging for her life, begging to be forgiven. She truly didn’t want her husband to go to jail, let alone beat her. “I’m sorry,” she sobbed through tears. “I mean it! I didn’t know. I’ll check next time.”

“Next time? Next time!” Your father yelled.

“Leave her alone! She didn’t know.” You yelled at him pulling him away from your mother. Only for you to regret it as he turned towards you. “I’m-“ before you could finish you heard a slapping sound. Your face burned, he started to yell but your fight or flight instinct kicked in.

Your feet started to move and soon you were running out of the hospital. Behind you, you could hear the sounds of your father yelling. You ran into the forest, the trees surrounding you.

“Let me get off of this damn planet!” Only you fell deeper into it. You screamed as you fell to the floor. Scraps and blood was on your knees, soaking through your pants. The sound of the forest grew as nature came to life at night. The darkness surrounded you, engulfing you in it as a comfort blanket but only gave you fear. Looking up at the sky as a pale blue light blinded you. “God?”

The light above you began to grow. Within it another source of light was born. Rocks and pebbles began to float as gravity was turned off. Soon pieces of the ufo came into view. It glowed and tony sources of light illuminated its silhouette.

The ufo lowered to the point where it was only hovering above the trees. Your hair started to float and soon you were lifted up off the ground. The sound of the ufo engine cut of your screams. The bright light blinded you as you floated closer.

Animals and people watched as your kidnapping took place. News cameras and phones were videoing it. None daring to help you. Your father stood there with his mouth opened, his business won’t get investigated now. Your siblings and mother watched from the window. Your mothers scream grew louder, unknowing to you.

You fell onto the cold, hard floor. The room was blinding with different colored lights painting it. Footsteps could be heard as they came closer to you.

“Captain! You were successfully,” an eager, young voice yelled.

Murmurs was heard around the room but by the time your eyes adjusted someone was in front of you. A man was crouching in front of you. His electric blue hair covered parts of his hair but from what you can tell he was handsome. His hand reached out to your shoulder and his lips were moving.

He violently shook you, then his voice made way to your head. “Hey!”

“Huh?” You stared at him as he chuckled lowly. His soft smile quickly faded to a stone cold look, one that sent shivers down your spine.

“Are you okay? We didn’t mean to scare you but you looked like you needed us.” He gestured to the rest of the crew as they stood there. One awkwardly wave before they ran down the hall behind them. Two fingers were placed on your chin as the man in front of you checked you over.

“Ma, Kyla,” he firmly said while two woman turned towards him. “Go to the infirmary and get rid of these injuries. Have SiR check for further problems internally.” He turned back towards you and lifted you off of the ground. “I’m Vetex, glad to me you!” His hand sat there in the air as you stared at it, “shouldn’t you shake it?”

“What? Oh yea! Sorry.”

An older woman took you by the arm and lead you down the hall. Looking back, you saw Vetex command the whole ship.

A tall woman popped into your view as she bashfully smiled. “Hi there! I’m Kyla, I’m the nurse in training.”

“Training?” You whispered as you studied the ship.

“Yup. That over there is Ma. She’s like the mom of the group and is the human nurse.” Kyla saw the fear in your eyes as she laughed and grabbed your other arm. “Don’t worry. SiR is the robot nurse. You know? Safety Robot.”

Her tone made it hard to understand if she was nice or not. It was on the brink of teasing and teaching, country accents.

Two doors separated and a room filled with medical technology. A robot that imitated a male with both his looks and demeanor watched as the three of you walked in. The medical instruments started up with a beep and soon you were being scanned. The robotic hand let out a green light while in another computer your health was being transported.

“Healthy,” SiR had said in a robotic voice.

“See SiR is the nurse cause he’s like programmed for that.”

SiR grabbed your arm and stuck five needles in it. You let out a gasp of pain as he turned away.

“But we have the Ma cause she understand pain. Cause you know that happens.” Kyla smiled before pulling you towards a table. “Get on there. Ma will clean those cuts.”

Looking around you saw all three of the nurses, or two and one training, be in their natural environment. “When can I go home?” Your voice was groggy and sounded hoarse due to your crying. You internally yelled at yourself for being so pathetic.

Ma placed down a bowl and a box next to you. She wore a sympathetic smile and started to clean your cuts. “You’re not going home. You’re apart of us now. Apart of our family.” She squeezed your hand in an attempt to comfort and you would be lying if you said it didn’t help.

“But why?” God, you hated how your voiced came out pathetic. It was irritating despite the fact you just got kidnapped.

“You’re one of us! And we stick together,” Kyla yelled as she was practically jumping up and down. “We were all livin a bad life before we came here. Space changed the way we were. And boy I don’t regret it.”

In the background, pans and metal objects could be heard falling. Kyla groaned while running, screaming something about SiR crashing again. Ma had finish up cleaning your cuts and she gave the softest smile you had ever received. She patted your back before getting up to leave.

You swung you feet back and forth as the ship gained speed. Slowly everything began to lift off of the surfaces. Gravity was being slowly lost until it all fell back down again. A window sat high up the wall, showing the stars running by. Earth grew smaller and smaller until it blended in with the rest of the stars.

“Space. Who would have thought?”

“Certainly not me.” The voice of the captain caused you to jump. Your pupils dilated as he moved closer. He watched as you scooted away, how your hands were shaking but your eyes told a different story.

“Vetex? I mean captain!”

“Vertex is fine. Although don’t tell anyone else that you could call me that.” He winked and gave a sly smile.

“Shouldn’t you be driving the ship?”

He hummed, staring at the wall. For a couple of moments nothing had happen until he grabbed your arm. He quickly pulled you into the hallway before the nurses could see.

“Captain? I mean Vetex.”

“My co pilot is driving. He’s got it, went to flight school or something.”

He went down several different hallways. Making lefts and tights while picking up the pace. The ship was a lot bigger than originally thought, but it seems everyone knows where everything is. Truly like a home.

He finally stopped in front of two metal doors. They slide open and reveled a grand kitchen. No one was in it but it was freshly cleaned. I’m t was made of crystal like material. Fresh ingredients sat out in the counter.

Vetex had moved to a door in the wall. He pulled out a magenta box and went straight to the stove.

“What are you doing?” You asked lowly while slowly walking towards him.

“I’m making star soup. My mom would make it for me when I was sad.”

“I’m not sad though.”

He turned his head towards. Looking you up and down before going back to cooking. The pot was heated up and the soup was dumped in. The place smelled comforting, a different childhood then the one you had.

“Go sit down. The soup will be done soon.”

There was an eating area connected to the kitchen. A small table sat in front of a glass wall. Now you could tell that you left your far from earth. It seems that the ship is leaving the galaxy.

A bowl was slammed down in front of you. Vertex smiled as he sat on the other side of the table.

You stared down at the soup. It didn’t look to be poison nor disgusting. It seemed to be regular soup.

He watched as you slowly took a bite. His smile grew bigger as you ate more. Vertex raised his hand and cupped your face. He pushed back a strand of hair before pulling your chin closer to his. He stared into your eyes as you felt his breath on your face.

“I think I’m going to keep you,” he whispered before letting you go.

You say they’re frozen, “What? Keep me?”

“Yup, originally we were going to sell you but I like you. So your mine now.”

“Sell me?” Sell you? Alarms were set off in your head. This was clearly not right.

You bolted out of the room causing your chair to fall down. You ran down the hall trying to run away. There could be smaller ships attached, you thought to yourself. Maybe we weren’t that far from Earth?

Finally you found a door leading to ships. There were rows of smaller ships. Some looked ready for war while others look liked oranges.

Freedom was at your feet before you were pulled back. Vetex somehow caught up to you, he seemed tired. His face held no expression as you thrashed around in his arms.

“Let me go!” You demanded. Trying to bite or scratch him but he wouldn’t budge. He was dragging you to a room that you didn’t want to stick around to see.

“I said you were mine,” he threw you into a room. It had a bed with decorative trophies. “Why should I let you go?” He crouched in front of you. His hand grabbed your chin as he stared at you with a bored expression. He brought a knife out, tracing it along your face. Here and there he would press it harder so that blood was dripping.

You cried, begging to be let go but he didn’t care. He locked your wrist with a metal gadget. It linked up to his own and you could see all your information on it. Your vitals and location were in bright red as he looked back at you.

“You’re never going to leave. I’ll make sure of that.”

[walpu]

(long yapping about Nova's lore) -

The vast expanse of the night sky hovered over the young child's home planet, a distant world shrouded in strict traditions and religious fervor. The young girl stood in the center of the square, surrounded by a grim crowd of familiar faces.

The child, with serene eyes and a calm expression, remained standing in front of a group of religious leaders, who looked at her with stern and judgmental looks. Her brother, with tears in his eyes and his voice choked with anguish, was at her side, desperately begging for her redemption.

"Please, sister," he pleaded, holding her hands tightly. "Just ask for forgiveness. They will forgive you, they will let you stay."

But the child just shook her head sadly, her eyes fixed on something beyond the distant stars. "I don't want to stay," she murmured softly, her voice thick with determination. "I've seen enough of this place, of these people... of you."

Her brother let out a choked sob, unable to accept her decision. "But you don't understand," he insisted, his eyes full of despair. "You're damning your soul! They say you can be saved, that all you have to do is..."

The child interrupted him with a soft gesture of her hand, her lips curved in a slight resigned smile. "I tried to make a name for myself," she said, looking into her brother's eyes. "I've come across a thousand promises, those that we hide because we were unable to fulfill. I'm tired of waking up every day and hearing that my day will be good by the hands of a god."

"I want to believe this is best for me," she continued, her voice echoing in the silent square. "That this is for me to find myself."

Her brother sobbed even louder, the words catching in his throat. "But what will happen to you? They will exile you, they will..."

"At least there I can breathe," she interrupted him softly, her eyes shining with an inner light. "Besides, what difference does it make? As soon as I step out of this planet, you will say to everyone that your Aeon was right, that I was offered salvation, but I chose to sin..."

She let go of her brother's hand, taking a step back towards the entrance of the ship that would take her anywhere but here. "Maybe my sin is the deism," she said, her voice blending with the night breeze. "But for me? This is my salvation."

And with those words, she turned her back on her old life, walking calmly into the unknown as the stars twinkled above, silent witnesses to her lonely journey through the cosmos. - 🌼

SHE'SJUST A CHILD WHO EXILES A CHILD

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something infinite • part one

SOMETHING INFINITE • PART ONE M A Y B E T H E W O R L D W O N ' T E N D

2.8K – part one of something infinite – steve steals a car and somehow you wind up in hawkins, indiana, a meet cute without the cute *18+ only  | ( 2.8k, angst, verbal abuse, enemies to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader – find the rest of the series and more here and find the series playlist on spotify here )

J U N E 1 9 8 7 🎶 the rat, the walkmen 

“C’mon Harrington, don’t be a pussy, get in.”

“Shit, hurry up Tommy!”

“Shut up, I’m going!”

With two wires held tightly between his fingers, Tommy Hagan quickly brushed them together until the old Chevy Blazer rumbled to life, Lynyrd Skynard’s Call Me the Breeze screaming through the speakers.

Well now, they call me the breeze, I keep blowin' down the road! I ain't got me nobody, I don't carry me no load!

“Fuck yeah, get it in drive!”

Steve didn’t know how he ended up there in the passenger seat of an about-to-be-stolen car – sheriff’s car to be exact – and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest as Tommy struggled to shift it into gear. His hands gripped the dash in front of him as he watched a light come on inside the house, “Jesus, Tommy, fucking move!”

“I’m trying, god damn gear shift is stuck!”

It was the hundredth weekend in a row, Steve was certain, that his parents were out of town on business and the fight he’d had with his dad that night had been a real crowning achievement. The worst of all time and something in him snapped. All he wanted now was to feel something. Anything. And it was barreling toward him like a train off the rails.

“HEY, YOU LITTLE ASSHOLES! GET THE HELL OUT OF MY TRUCK!”

“Oh shit, we gotta go, we gotta go!”

“Fucking bail!”

The screen door on the front of Hopper’s house flung open so hard the whole frame shook as it slammed shut behind him.

“Get outta here, meet back at my place!” Kyle and Tommy jumped out of the car so fast Steve didn’t have any time to think.

“Shit, shit shit shit,” scrambling, Steve’s hand fumbled on the door handle as he shoved it open, scraping his leg against the runner board on his way down. Hair messed and wild in his eyes, he looked up to see his friends were already over the fence and sprinting toward the tree line behind Hopper’s place, “Wait!”

Not bothering to close the door behind him, Steve tried to pick up a sprint, but a large hand half-shoved, half-grabbed the back of his neck and within seconds he was face down in the lawn with a mouth full of grass and dirt, Hop’s weight pressing him into the ground.

“You little shits think you’re so clever. Well, s’the last time you fuck with Hopper, hm?”

It was dark, the summer night thick and warm when you arrived at your aunt’s place in Hawkins. Nothing like Indianapolis. The moon hung high in the inky black sky, stars blinking above you like holes poked through canvas, and the sound of crickets and frogs off over the fence was almost deafening. No ambulance sirens, no yelling, no loud music in the apartment above you. Your stomach sank. What was this place?

“The real armpit of America, hm?” the cab driver said tossing your bag and skateboard at your feet as if he could hear your apprehension, wiping sweat from his forehead. You gave him a look, almost pleading to let you come back to the city with him, but he was already climbing back into the car. Rolling down the passenger window he leaned over and tipped his ball cap at you with a laugh, “Enjoy!” And with a rumble he was off down the road you came, dust kicking up around the wheels as he went.

Fuck, you muttered squeezing your eyes shut, hoping maybe if you clicked your heels together you’d magically appear back in your room like Dorothy. The whole summer. That’s how long you’d be stuck in this place. Until your mom was back, and in that moment you wished you’d asked to stay with your grandmother. Anywhere was better than this.

“You’re here! Oh, you’re here!”

Your eyes flew open at the sound of a voice you hadn’t heard in years and you were suddenly wrapped up into a big hug. It was all cinnamon and fresh laundry and cut grass and so soft. So warm. Your aunt Joyce.

“Honey, you’re so tall! My gosh, I don’t think I’ve seen you since…can’t be since ‘77 can it? Here, Hop will get those, come on inside,” with a gentle hand on your back she guided you to the door, leaving your things where they were for whoever this Hop was. “I just made dinner,” Joyce gave you a big smile, her shoulders squeezing up toward her ears with excitement, and you wondered for a second if maybe it wouldn’t be that bad.

She was so different from your mom, her sister, so much softer around the edges, fuzzy and sparkling and bright. The look she gave you made your heart ache a little, like she really loved you, and a small lump rose in your throat as you tried to smile back.

“Oh, Hop, grab those will you?”

As the screen door creaked open you came face to face with what could only described as the human version of a grizzly bear. Tall, frame like a fridge and gruff, but oddly soft under all the grit like your aunt. He grunted a reply and held the door for you both, muttering a Hey, kid, to you on the way by before going to grab your things.

Your aunt’s place was modest, but so homey and comforting somehow. The living room was smaller, with a little television in the corner, and it bled right into the dining room and kitchen. Open, just like your aunt.

Family photos hung along the walls, you recognized your cousins Will and Jonathan, but there was a girl now too. And Hop. And tons of other kids you didn’t recognize. All grinning and laughing and piled on each other or hanging out the bed of a pickup or floating lazy in a lake.

“Will and Jonathan are out with their friends, not sure when they’ll be back…” your aunt’s voice brought you back, “Are you hungry?”

“Actually, I’m sorry, I’m just pretty tired and–”

“Oh, of course you are! That’s okay, sweetie. Your room’s the third door on the right, Hop’s got your things in there, and the bathroom is the first door on the left. I’ll be out here if you need anything, okay?” she gave your arm a gentle squeeze and for the first time in a long time you felt your lips curve up into a small, genuine smile, murmuring your thanks.

Turning to walk down the hall you looked back to see Hop settle into the big, brown arm chair with a beer in hand as your aunt climbed up onto his lap. She pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, fitting perfectly there with him. Hop rumbled a contented sound as he wrapped an arm around her and pressed his own kiss to her forehead.

Happy. Loving. A proper display of affection. Nothing like home.

Closing the door to your room you didn’t bother unpacking and flicked the light off before falling onto the neatly made bed. Hawkins, Indiana. Crickets and frogs and wheat fields and dirt roads and hot and thick all summer long. Your eyes slipped shut and the lump came back to your throat as you rolled onto your side.

It’s only three months. It’s only three months.

The words looped in your head on repeat as you curled into yourself, exhaustion slowly wrapping around you until you fell away into sleep.

“Got some real shitty friends there, huh?”

Steve’s arms were folded tight over his chest as he glared at Hopper from across the big desk. Tommy and Kyle had made it over the fence and home, because of course they fucking did, and he was here getting an ear full of shit he already knew.

Hop took a long drag from his cigarette and tapped it on the ashtray. Leaning back in his chair he blew smoke up toward the ceiling, not bothering to look at the kid across from him, “Suppose you think you’re gonna get off easy, right? Mommy and daddy come in here and cut me some check, let little Stevie go home, lesson learned.”

“They don’t even know I’m here–”

“Shut up, my turn to talk,” Hop snapped, cutting Steve off as he spun in his chair to lean on the desk. He fixed the boy with a look that shut his mouth right quick. Sucking on his teeth the sheriff shook his head. “You’re all the same. Entitled little assholes,” he hummed in thought, “Same goes for your buddies, Hagan and Peterson, right? Yeah. Well. They ran faster than you, unfortunately.”

Steve let out a heavy sigh and jammed his tongue into his cheek, fighting the urge to snap back at the older man, knowing damn well he was already in for it as it was, “Jesus, can we just get this over with?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Got somewhere to be, Harrington?” Hopper sniped, taking another drag, this time blowing the smoke into Steve’s face. “You’re lucky, I don’t feel like looking at your face anymore,” putting out his cigarette, Hop stood from the desk and snatched up the pile of paperwork in front of him. “Community service oughta do it. Fifteen hours a week all summer at the library, weekends off.”

“Fifteen?? That’s crazy, how am I supposed to—“

“Keep runnin’ your mouth and I’ll make it thirty!” Hop rounded on Steve, leaning down to get in the boy’s face and meet his eye line.

Steve’s chest was heaving as he sucked in air, struggling to keep himself in check as his heart pounded against his ribcage. Hopper shot him a grin.

“Perfect. See you Monday, champ,” he clapped Steve on the back hard enough to make him stumble forward, Asshole, muttered under the younger boy’s breath.

Hop didn’t bother to wait as he walked out of his office and down the steps of the police station. Steve watched through the blinds with balled up fists as the sheriff climbed into his rig and rolled out onto the street.

“Do you need something, hon? Jim won’t be coming back today…” the receptionist called in after him and Steve turned to kick the leg of the chair he’d been sitting in.

“No, just— no,” Steve grumbled and followed the same path Hopper had out into the hot, sticky summer heat, chucks smacking against the pavement as he started the walk home.

His parents didn’t know he’d tried to steal a car, didn’t know he went out drinking, didn’t know how much he longed for their approval, their affection, and didn’t know he was saddled with three months of community service for the rest of the summer.

The last time he’d talked to his dad was the night he’d gone to Tommy’s, begging to do something – something reckless. It had hardly been a conversation, Steve and his father at each other’s throats, yelling until they were both red in the face and saying things that couldn’t be taken back.

“You couldn’t even get into a trade program, Steven! What in the hell am I supposed to do with you??”

"I tried, dad! Do you know how many applications I sent–”

“I don’t give a shit, we’re done. You’ll start at the firm in September.”

“Dad, I don’t want–”

“It doesn’t matter what you want anymore, son. If you’re gonna amount to anything in life it’s obvious I need to step in.”

Steve’s breath caught in his throat as his father’s words ran on a loop in his head.

If you’re going to amount to anything in life. If you’re going to amount to anything in life. If you’re going to amount to anything in life.

The corners of Steve’s eyes prickled with tears, but he threw his gaze up to the ceiling and hastily blinked them away. Finally it was out. What his dad really thought of him. And it hurt more than he wanted to admit. “I don’t need your help,” the boy snapped, turning back around to look his dad in the eyes. Heat rose in his chest, flames crackling and roaring to life, a fire he’d tried to contain all these years, but his father’s words were like gasoline and it was hot and angry now.

“Yeah? And who’s gonna hire a kid out of high school with shit for grades, huh? The only thing on your resume is a damn ice cream shop and video rentals and the real world doesn’t care about basketball or popularity contests, Steven.”

“Stop calling me that!”

“Gary, just drop it–”

“Quiet, Carol! He needs to hear this. No one else seems to be able get it to sink in. You wanna be a real man, Steven? Take care of a family, huh? A wife? Get your shit together.”

“Take care of a family?? Are you kidding?” Steve was laughing, but there were tears streaming down his cheeks now as he slammed the chair he’d been gripping onto into the dining room table, “You’re never home, you don’t give a shit about me.”

“Watch your mouth! Ungrateful. I told you Carol. Doesn’t appreciate anything I do for him–”

“I can’t,” Steve threw his hands up as if to shield himself from the words his father was hurling at him, voice thick as he hissed through his tears. Snatching his keys from the hook next to his mom he knew he couldn’t be there anymore.

“Steve, your father doesn’t mean it–”

“I do mean it! Don’t you walk away from me, boy, we’re not done here! I’ve got a flight in the morning and–”

“Yeah? Well gee, dad, have a great trip!” Steve snapped, slamming the door behind him as he left. The tears came more freely then as the hot, sticky summer air hit him, thick and suffocating and too warm. He cranked his BMW to life, speakers screaming as he turned up the volume, and backed out of the drive before ripping down the street toward Tommy’s to steal Jim Hopper’s rig.

Paying no attention to where he was walking, Steve let muscle memory guide him down main street. A light sheen of sweat was clinging to his forehead and brows as the sun beat down on him and his anger faded with each step in the heat. Tommy and Kyle were going to give him so much shit for his community service stint, Steve could already hear them laughing, and he toed a rock into the road. A muttered dammit came forth, eyes still on the ground, but then someone was shouting at him.

“Hey! Watch out!”

Eyes wide, the boy standing in the middle of the sidewalk clearly wasn’t going to move, so you angled your board into the grass and jumped off, hands flying up to grab fistfuls of his shirt as your feet hit the concrete.

“Shit!” he yelped, his own hands grabbing onto to your arms. You stood like that for a moment as if to make sure you were both okay, but then the boy was letting go and pushing himself away from you, threading his fingers through his hair to try and regain his composure. “Watch where you’re going,” he sniped, tone packing more heat than he’d intended.

You scoffed. “Where I’m going?” crossing your arms over your chest you fixed him with a look, “I’m not the one with my eyes glued to the pavement.” Bending down to grab your board, you tucked it under your arm and glared. He was taller than you by at least a few inches, moles chasing along his jaw and cheeks, hazel colored hair messy across his forehead and eyes all warm honey and burnt caramel. He might have been pretty if not for the scowl on his face.

“Pedestrians get the right of way,” he sniped, throwing an arm out toward your skateboard.

“Okay,” huffing a laugh you shouldered past him, but he caught your hand.

“Hey! Where are you going? Shouldn’t you apologize?”

“I’m so sorry,” your voice was sugar and saccharine sweet, but it didn’t match the look on your face as you tossed your board to the ground, “Don’t get run over!”

“Oh nice, really nice!” he yelled after you, and when you glanced over your shoulder to give a wave you laughed at the sight of him. All worked up, hand on his hip, lips twisted into a frown and hair caught up in the heat.

“The nicest!” you called and with a few kicks off the pavement you were gone around the corner toward the gas station for a blue-raspberry Icee, leaving Steve there cursing on the sidewalk with an infuriating curiosity as to who had almost run him over.

SOMETHING INFINITE SYNOPSIS: hawkins, indiana, 1987 – your mom is out of town for the summer on business and she sends you to live with your aunt joyce and her husband jim in hawkins while she’s gone. joyce works at the library and jim is the town sheriff – the kids, will, jonathan and el slowly warm up to you and it’s after you get in with them that you really start to feel at home, but there’s one person who just annoys you to no end. one person you’d love to just boot off a cliff – steve fucking harrington. ♥️ find the rest of the series and more here and find the series playlist on spotify here.

[rreskk]

Diner of Hell

Summary: His mother came to visit.

TW: -Angst 

Word count: 795

Trevor stared down at his chocolate milkshake.

Maybe he should of ordered something more manly. He noticed the way his mother judged his choice in drink, inspecting how much he hasn’t changed throughout his antagonised childhood.

He couldn’t bring himself into maintaining eye-contact.

Trevor decided to make himself busy with the untouched food in front of him, toying the chewy beef with his silver fork – No! No… His silver, dirty, fork. The diner he introduced his mother to was probably a bad idea. It wasn’t sanitary. Trevor forgot. He forgot how pressuring it was to be around his mother. There wasn’t anytime to plan ahead… She turned up, remotely distasteful of his current lifestyle; insulted his choice in friends, belittled how untidy he was, and demanded a “mother and son” dinner date.

All he could think about is the urge to nail himself against the table and slice his nec-

“So much for a welcome meal.” She pushed the plate away and crossed her arms.

He caught eye of her golden jewellery around her wrists and neck as it moved. It brought him nostalgia. She always wore golden bracelets in matching sets. It made him wonder if he should’ve brought her some in advance.

“Goodness… This is disgraceful. You’re in your 40s and still acting as if the world was your oyster!”

“I’m 32, ma…” Corrected her son, but she didn’t seem to care.

“Even at this age, you’re still acting like a damn child. Oh, oh!- Oh, how many years I’ve cared for you, boy… And you can’t even provide me a nice plate of egg and bacon?”

Trevor was ashamed of himself. He sighed and uncomfortably sunk into the seat that was opposite her. There was a moment of silence and the sound of his stomach churning with hunger and anxiety disturbed the silence.

“Out of every home I gave, you chose this pitiful snowy abyss-“ He jumped in response to her loud words, “-North Yankton? You are asking to live a lonely life, Trevor? Oh, why did I ever bother? You brought this upon yourself… Cashless, no girls, no will to live.”

The last statement made Trevor flinched. He gripped onto his milkshake in attempt to calm his nerves. The window beside them both was frosty and you could barely see anything, only the dim lights of cars racing by… He hoped one car would pull up and would reveal itself to be Michael. God, he wanted an escape.

“I’m sorry, ma.”

“I came down here to visit after your failed attempt of doing something practical with your useless life. I was so proud when you were training to be a pilot. I held the letters close to my chest…” Trevor felt his heart fluster at her sudden affection before – “Until you got yourself discharged! You damn right I threw them letters away! Maybe all you needed was a father figure to slap some sense into you, but every man I took home, you SCARED them away! Like pieces of trash! Never being considerate of your poor mother, and BROTHER!”

“Mommy,” He whimpered, trying to stop her from breaking his ego anymore.

“SILENCE! The most I wanted out of this trip was something to remember before I turn into dust and ashes. You’ll regret this, Trevor, you will!-“

“M-Mommy, please!” He reached over the table and tried to hold onto one of her cold hands, but of course she avoided any contact with him. Betty watched him whine and grow agitated in his seat. He was hunched over the table, staring at her with pleading eyes, “Please, please. I’m sorry, I am. I didn’t mean to… I-I- I didn’t know I’d be discharged, I didn’t mean to scare dad away, I swear!”

His mother scoffed and held her purse tight; clenching it with both hands like she considered the idea of him possibly snatching her belongings, treating him like a complete stranger and criminal. She judged him thoroughly and slowly sat up from the table.

“Ma, MA!” Trevor tried to call her back.

But every time he croaked out her name, she fastened her pace and left him on the diner table, leaving behind her cold food and half-filled cup of black coffee.

Trevor numbly stared down at the leftover clutter before his rage finally caught up after the past hour of being hidden behind his fear. He threw his arm across the table and watched the plates and the cold breakfast meals fall upon the floor, breaking and creating a huge mess.

It wasn’t enough.

Trevor sniffled back sobs and stumbled out of the diner. He pulled out his flip phone and dialled Michael’s number, waiting while it beeped.

“Mikey,” He emotionally bellowed, “M-Mikey…” He inhaled sharply, “Pick me up… Now.”