#really the reason I'd started trying to walk without moving my arms was because of chest dysphoria. for whatever reason the motion

[navybrat817]

Dark and Light

Pairing: Winter Soldier x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You learn the real reason why Hydra wants to keep you.

Word Count: Over 2.65k

Warnings: Threat of dubcon/noncon, minor character death, violence, canon divergent, captivity, brainwashing, slight feels (it's me, okay?), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: It's been almost 3 years since the last part of Soldat and Sparrow. Are you lovelies still interested? ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @silkholland . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The cell they kept you in this time was larger than your last. It didn't make it any less uncomfortable. The thick gray walls surrounding you made the room suffocatingly quiet and hollow. You only knew the color thanks to the singular lightbulb in the center of the ceiling, too high for you to try and make a weapon out of the glass. Without windows, you didn't know it was dark or light outside.

There was no escape, but you couldn't give up hope.

It was maddening not knowing the time of day as you played the waiting game on the worn mattress in between meals and sleeping. The screams of your lover played on a morbid loop in your mind and you had to will yourself to not let tears surface. Other than temporary relief for your emotions and aching heart, crying would do you no good. It never did.

What you needed to do was focus.

The man on the bridge.

He triggered something inside of the Winter Soldier. Something Hydra wanted to keep locked away. But what was it?

Bucky. He called him Bucky. He knew him. But how?

Two hard knocks on the door pushed the thought away before it swung open. Narrowing your eyes as Brock walked in, you wondered if he could’ve been a good man in another life and fought for the people who needed it most the way he pretended to. This wasn’t that life though. He chose his side.

The wrong side.

“You know, I don’t get it,” he said, crossing his arms as he stood in the doorway. He didn’t hide the lust from his eyes as he looked you over. “I mean, the Asset does his job well, but it’s like he forgets all about being a soldier when he’s deep in your pussy.”

“What can I say? I guess my pussy’s just that good,” you sneered, not in the mood for his taunts or anything else.

“Is that right? Maybe he should fuck your ass next to get the stick out of it,” he snapped back. “Or are you too stuck up for that?”

Pierce had a range of prostitutes lined up to satisfy his soldiers, but Brock didn’t hide how pissed off he was that you were “given” to the Asset after that fateful training day. He claimed it was special treatment. He dropped the issue almost as quickly as it was brought up, which led you to believe he was either reprimanded or given something to shut him up.

“Is that what bothers you, Rumlow? That I'd rather fuck him than you?” You asked, tilting your head as you regarded him. “And just so we’re clear, I’ll never want you.”

Brock clenched his fists as he took a step forward. “You really are a fucking-”

“Let her be,” a melodic voice ordered behind him, making you stiffen as he moved out of the way.

The doctor, or Doc as most called him, stepped into the room with a kind smile on his face. Unassuming in stature, you knew better from the start than to judge him by appearance. The man was a snake in the grass ready to spread his venom to unsuspecting victims.

“How are you?” He asked.

You kept your eyes on him as he moved closer, doing your best not to show any emotion. The doctor somehow made you more uncomfortable than Rumlow and that said something. “How do you think I'm doing?”

“Hmm. Not well, I'm sure.”

“You guessed correctly,” you said.

You didn’t know why he bothered asking. Maybe he thought he was better than the others because he didn't physically hurt you. If anything, his indifference to the evil around him made it worse. It told you that he either justified or accepted it.

Either way, he disgusted you.

“Don't worry. You'll have the Soldat back soon and I’m sure you'll feel all better,” he assured you.

“You wiped him,” you reminded him, your voice cracking.

His screams echoed in your mind again, your heart aching as you tried to block it out. When pain knocked on the door, it didn't wait for an answer. It broke it down and made itself at home. But in the pain Hydra inflicted, the soldier found solace with you and you found the same with him. The light for each other within the darkness.

While you failed to protect him and couldn't stop what they did to his mind, you had to believe you’d help heal his soul once you had him back.

“We did indeed as we have many times.”

You knocked his hand away as he tried to place it on your shoulder, your stomach turning from his words. “Don't touch me.”

He held his hands up in surrender as he took a step back. “I mean no harm.”

“All of you mean harm,” you whispered.

The Soldat was your only bright spot in this nightmare. Ironic that he thought you were fire, bright and warm. The truth was you burned because of him. He was your eternal fuel that made the flames grow.

“I only want what is best for you,” Doc argued, his eyes void of any emotional depth behind his rimless glasses.

“Liar,” you whispered.

An exasperated sigh left his lips. “Now, now. I really do want what’s best for you. Don't you realize how important you are?”

“I'm not important,” you said. You never were. “Pierce made it clear that I don't have a purpose.”

But if that was the case, why were you still alive?

The doctor's chuckle made your blood run cold. “That's what he wants you to think. You see, the more they cut you down and make you question your worth, the easier it becomes for you to comply. Because by that point you’re so desperate for survival you'll do what is asked of you,” he explained, pushing his glasses up. “Yet you still only comply to an extent. It’s rather fascinating.”

He stared at you like you were a bug under a magnifying glass. And wasn’t that what you were to him? An experiment or something for him to study? “I haven't complied. I won't.”

“Oh, but you have,” Brock chimed in. You almost forgot he was still in the room. “Those missions you completed. The lives you took.”

Bile rose in your throat as images of violence and blood flashed in your mind. They would haunt you for the rest of your days. “No, I didn't want to hurt anyone.”

“Of course, you didn't. It’s as I said: desperation. You did what you had to do to survive,” the false sympathy from Doc grated on your nerves. “Don't let the weight of those souls wear you down. They were meaningless. But you? Oh, you are meant for more.”

He attempted to touch you again, but his hand moved toward your stomach this time instead of your shoulder. “I said don't touch me!” you snapped, scrambling backward to put distance between the two of you. As much as you wanted to hurt him, Brock was still there and could do a lot of damage.

The doctor pressed his lips together before he smirked. “Pierce and Rumlow are right. You have a hold on him. Even with his programming and orders, it all comes back to you,” he said, your body going rigid. Where was he going with this? “And it’s you that we want to carry his child.”

Your stomach churned again, but you weren’t sure if it was more at the thought that he wanted to force a child on you or that he’d try and force your soldier to impregnate you. “Care to repeat that?”

“You’re going to carry his child. You’re going to give birth to the perfect soldier. And you’ll keep doing so,” he said slowly like you were a petulant child, standing tall and proud as your mouth fell open in horror. “You’re the perfect incubator.”

Your stomach sank as you looked between him and Brock, wishing it was a sick joke. “No, I won't.”

“You think you have a choice?” The doctor questioned nonchalantly, like he was asking what you wanted for dinner. “And do you think the Asset needs to remember exactly what you mean to him to fuck you? I guess we'll see if he does. Science versus instinct.”

The room became eerily silent as the doctor gave you his first genuine smile since he walked in. You struggled to get your bearings and process the words. That was why you were still alive. They were going to make you an incubator. Force your soldier to breed you. They would take another choice away from him. And raise your children in captivity.

In Hell on earth.

“Well, that shut the bitch up,” Brock chuckled.

Before you could think, you launched yourself from the bed. The doctor’s eyes widened as you tackled him to the ground, unable to brace himself as you landed the first blow to his face. You straddled his waist, the second hit knocking his glasses away as fury rushed through your veins like a wildfire. He didn’t try to fight you off.

You could’ve cried. Screamed. Anything to keep him from making his twisted plan a reality.

The sound of a gun cocking stopped you from hitting Doc a third time.

“I won’t kill you,” Brock said, your fist frozen in the air as you looked toward him. Your chest heaved as you stared down the barrel of the gun. “But I’ll make it hurt if you don’t get up.”

“Go ahead,” you said through clenched teeth.

The doctor coughed, but held up a hand. “No shooting,” he croaked as you looked at him out of the corner of your eye. “No harming her.”

Brock’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head. “She can still lie down and take a cock if-”

None of you could have foreseen the metal hand punching through the wall. Before you could blink, the hand closed around Brock’s shoulder and pulled him through, his cry of pain silenced almost immediately by the sound of a gunshot. The doctor beneath you was long forgotten as you scrambled to your feet just in time to see your soldier step into the room through the hole, his face obscured by his typical mask and goggles.

But you felt his gaze on you as he stood like a dark angel ready to avenge you.

Hope launched into your chest like a shooting star as you smiled. “Soldat,” you whispered.

He came for you. Found you. But the star that filled your heart quickly faded when he didn’t move toward you or say “Sparrow”.

The dread grew stronger when he holstered his gun and took out his signature knife.

Was this the beginning of the end?

The doctor smiled as he wiped the blood from his lap and slowly stood up. “You really think he’s here to save you? Oh, no. He just doesn’t want any competition near his breeding partner,” he taunted as your eyes stung. “Back from your assignment early, Soldat? Good. Now you can complete your mission.”

The Winter Soldier tilted his head before he took a step forward.

You remained rooted to the spot, casting your fear that he’d force himself on you aside. “Bucky,” you said, using the name you heard. His real name. A tear rolled down your cheek when he flinched and tightened his fingers around the handle. “I’m not going to fight you. Or hurt you. Do you know why?”

Another step forward, your heart pounded as you stood as still as a statue. “Why?” He asked, the word clear to you through his mask.

The tears flowed freely as he stopped in front of you and slipped his goggles off, your heart breaking when he dispassionately looked at you. “Because I’m your Sparrow. Remember? My fire burns for you and you only,” you told him and pointed to your chest. You needed him to remember. “We swore we’d be free together. Somehow.”

“Don’t listen to her. Breed her and be done with it,” the doctor ordered.

The soldier’s brows furrowed before his metal hand came up around your neck, not squeezing or bringing you any harm.

But it felt like a warning.

“You won’t hurt me,” you breathed out, placing your hand on his arm as you kept your panic at bay. “They won’t break me. And I won’t leave you,” you promised, echoing his words when he took you the first time. “I’m yours.”

No matter what they forced him to do to you, he would never be to blame.

The doctor had the gall to smack the flesh arm when he made no move to shove you down on the bed or remove your clothes. “Finish your mission. Now.”

“It’s okay,” you mouthed.

Somehow, it would be okay.

“My mission…” the soldier began mechanically, not taking his eyes off you as he plunged the knife into the doctor’s jugular. You weren’t sure you could breathe. “Is to keep my Sparrow safe.”

An intake of air caught your sob as the metal hand fell away, the doctor collapsing as he tried in vain to stop the blood from leaving his body. It was useless. And a kinder death than he deserved.

“Hail,” he gurgled, his fingers stained red. “Hydra.”

“Just shut up and die,” you snapped as your soldier ripped his mask off. “Soldat,” you said, softer, almost crying all over again.

“Sparrow,” he whispered.

There was nothing gentle or sweet in the way pressed his lips to yours, but it was warm and safe as he pulled you against you. Your arms slipped around him as you returned the kiss, your cheeks still wet from crying. For a second there, you thought you’d lost him. For once, fate decided not to be cruel to you.

It brought you back together.

“I’m sorry I couldn't get to you sooner,” he said when he allowed you a moment to breathe, quickly scanning as much of you as he could. “Did they hurt you?”

“No, I’m okay. I just thought…” you trailed off with a shake of your head. “You came back to me.”

But how?

“I’ll always find you, Sparrow,” he said, touching your cheek as your heart swelled. “Steve helped me remember a lot of things. Including you.”

“The man on the bridge? You saw him again?” You asked before an alarm sounded, the blaring force echoing in the room.

“Yes. And his friend is sending reinforcements, so we need to go,” he said over the noise, nudging the doctor’s body with the toe of his boot before he stepped on his glasses.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

Where could you go since you no longer had a home? You had so many questions, but understood that you’d have to wait for answers. Getting out of there in one piece was your priority.

“Somewhere safe,” he answered, fear flickering in his eyes for a moment. “Do you trust me?”

“With my life,” you promised without hesitation. And anything else you had to offer him.

The next kiss was one of gentleness, relief, and thanks. “One thing before we leave.”

“What’s that?” You asked as he took your hand.

Love and determination filled his eyes as he glanced back at you and put a gun in your other hand. “We burn it down.”

You could hardly contain the fire inside you as you smiled. “Together.”

You didn’t know what the reinforcements would do or what would await you once you got out. It didn’t matter. Your soldier found his way back to you and you would follow wherever he went. The two of you would finally leave Hydra behind.

In a pile of rubble and ash.

But you’d find out soon enough that the man on the bridge wouldn't let your soldier go either.

I'll try not to let so much time pass before the next update. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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Erica pov of chapter five! A very ominous title, but we already know who’s watching her.

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[When you think you’re alone, someone’s watching]

I knew something awful was going to happen the moment that damn pile of money reappeared in my living room.  It’s always been a specialty of mine to sense that kind of thing.  Unfortunately, nine times out of ten I ignore it and continue making things worse.  I only realize this in hindsight, of course.  If I’d known the horrific punishment for using that money, I probably would’ve walked right out of my apartment the day it showed up and never looked back.  I would say going back to John is better than the torture, but it would actually be a very similar experience.  In short, I would be screwed either way.

Not that I have much of a choice these days.  Apparently my free will is the price to pay for all that mysterious money.  I'd involuntarily made a deal with some sort of devil or demon or otherworldly being, and now I couldn’t take it back.  I shouldn’t have touched that money.  Why did I take it when I knew something was wrong?  Stupid fucking logic — correcting my decisions after I already made them.  I couldn’t even make decisions for myself anymore.  It felt like I became a puppet on a string.  My movements weren’t my own, and I could feel something somewhere tugging at me — forcing me to do whatever it wanted.  The sensation always left me feeling frighteningly cold, like I was already dead.

Whatever took my body hadn’t seemed so malicious at first.  It had given me a small fortune, a mini mansion, a stable job, everything I wanted.  I thought it was a prank or strange new tv show; little did I know I would end up here, like this.  It’s all been taken from me now, except the mansion and my car.  The only reason I still have those is because I need some form of transportation, and without the mansion, I don’t have a home.  I.. god, I think I really screwed up.  I made it mad or something.  It took almost everything I’d bought.  Did I use the money in the wrong way?  But what else would they have given me a whole giant secret safe of it for?

Strangely enough, whatever was torturing me wasn’t too cruel.  I mean, having zero choice over where I went and what I did was a shit deal, but if my puppet master could really do whatever they wanted, things could be a whole lot worse.  A lot of people would do worse.  John would do worse.  He would have me right where he wanted me from square one.  I could feel goosebumps on my arms just thinking about it, even though I’m not even controlling them.  

In all the horror movies about possession and stuff, the puppet was usually hurt for fun or thrown into awful situations just to amuse whoever was controlling them.  Thankfully, that doesn’t seem to be the case for me.  All my puppet master’s done is force me to live a well-off human life.  Is it using me to live a human life for itself?  Why me?  Why not one of the thousands of other people in the city?  And if I’m being controlled like this without a single person knowing, how many other people are actually these beings in disguise?  

From sunup to sundown I was a stranger in my own body.  There were a few exceptions, though.  Once in a while I’d wake up and not be greeted by the awful sensation of being tied to some unseeable thing.  Apparently, I was given random days off.  I panicked the first time I woke without being controlled, desperate to find out what had happened, and why I could suddenly move my own limbs again.  I drove away to the middle of nowhere, trying to hide, but I’d been caught speeding down the highway in my rush to get away.  I ended up right back home because I’d forgotten my wallet in my despricity to escape.  By the time I got back, my freedom had been revoked.

My captor would also let me have freedom for social situations — when a friend or colleague started talking to me about things that whatever was controlling me probably didn’t know.  Thanks a lot, body snatching creature.  Free will, but only while I’m forced to make small talk.  Maybe it is torturing me after all.  There was one time during an event like that when I thought I finally found out what, or who, was controlling me.  The moment I was alone, in public, and uncontrolled, John showed up.  

“Had enough yet?” his sickeningly smooth voice startled me from behind as he glided over to the table where I sat.  A friend and I were at a popular cafe when he happened to saunter in at the exact moment she left.  I turned to look at him, heart dropping into my stomach.  I hadn’t seen him since the night I told him to go fuck himself.  “E- Enough of what?”  Fear seeped into my voice; I couldn’t help it.  Enough of being controlled?  I know he definitely would control me given the chance, but I thought he’d be doing so much more to me if it really is him.   “Oh come on, seriously?” he sneered.  “Surely you’ve been evicted from our apartment by now.  You bought it with my money, didn’t you?”  He chuckled menacingly, “Face it darling, you need me.”

Oh thank god; he’s not the one controlling me.  Feeling a bit more confident knowing that and the fact that I was currently in control of myself, I gave an amused sounding sneer before shooting him a steely glare.  “No, I don’t.  I’m doing just fine without you and I don’t plan on ever needing anything from you ever again.”  I loved the way his smugness immediately vanished.  Unfortunately, it was quickly replaced with rage.  I braced myself, knowing he would undoubtedly yell something stupid at me and make a big fucking scene.  He stayed silent, and that scared me more than the first option.

My eyes shot open to find him standing completely frozen and almost limp like a standing zombie.  Or a puppet.  In less than a second, I was on my knees in the booth, peering over the top at every possible person to see if anyone had anything to do with it.  I know if it’s not John then it might not even be a person, but I was desperate at that point.  Even as he wandered out the door in a daze, I followed him, excusing myself from the meal.  He looked hollow, almost — drifting into a crowded sidewalk out of sight.  Is that how I look when I’m controlled?

Suddenly, I felt almost a magnetic tug from above.  No!  No, no, no!  Shit!  It’s coming back for me!  I left the cafe, and I don’t think that’s what my puppet master wanted.  Before I could get a foot out in front of me to run, my muscles were tugged out of my control.  Thoughts that weren’t my own drifted into my head, telling me that I could stop worrying about John — he was taken care of for the foreseeable future.  That’s happened a few different times.  I think it’s some sort of message from my captor.  Usually they’re stupid, but I do agree with letting them handle John.

I tried to get away the next several times I woke up uncontrolled, but my captor found me every. Single. Time.  They must have had some way to track me down; how awful is that?  By then, I’d pretty much given up hope of escaping.  I’d just have to wait it out.  Whatever’s controlling me has to get bored of it eventually.

Months into this strange existence, I started to feel like I was being watched.  My captor certainly was not getting bored yet.  As time went on, I only became more and more aware of the thing controlling me.  Whenever I thought I was alone, someone would be watching.  They’re always here.  Don’t they have anything better to do? I thought with disdain.  What if this is a lifetime deal?  Will I have to live watching my own life play out in front of me until I die?  That- That can’t be it.  This can’t be the rest of my life, it can’t.  All I have left is looking out of my own eyes like a window, watching things happen around me like I’m seeing someone else.  Like I’m no one, like I’m nothing.  I can’t stand being like this, and I can’t even be angry or sad about it because I’m always trapped.

Eight long frustrating months passed.  Sometimes, when I woke up late at night when the thing wasn’t controlling me, I’d reminisce about my life before all this.  There wasn’t much to reminisce about, though.  My life already sucked, but at least then I could still make decisions.  I had at least a little control over what happened to me, though honestly, it wasn’t much.  Sitting on the edge of my bed in a sobbing mess is one of the best things I can have now.  I can finally have emotions besides the ones that are stuck in my head every goddamn day of my awful fucking life.  The doors to the balcony creaked open, but I barely had time to look up at them before my muscles were taken from me.  If I knew my captor was there, I would’ve been begging rather than crying.  Though, I bet I’d be crying either way.

Thoughts that weren’t mine came into my head, but this time they came with a new sensation.  A sort of.. calmness that I hadn’t felt in years washed over me like rain after a drought.  It was soothing, though I knew it was my captor doing it.  Wait.  They’re calming me down?  They saw me crying and calmed me down?  What?  Why didn’t they let me have this before?  I thought back through the other times I wasn’t controlled.  I guess I’ve never cried in front of them before.  Suddenly, I was feeling extremely tired.  I don’t know if it’s my captor doing it or just me being tired, but I was out in less than a minute.  

From then on, my captor decided to give me that sort of peace from time to time.  It helps a bit.  I don’t mind having a break from living life; I just wish I could spend the time on something besides sitting around doing nothing in my head but watch.  The calmness changed that.  It gave me weird visions of happy places and times that I’d never seen — something to do besides nothing at all.  I want to be in control more than anything when there’s free time, but while I’m at work or dealing with traffic, I decided the weird relationship between me and my captor was mutual.  They could have my body then.  Now I use the few days I have off like vacation days.  I do whatever I want until whatever’s controlling me comes back.  Then it’s back to my head and back to work.  Life again became tolerable.  I’d space out all day, letting my body be dragged from one place to another.  Until one fateful night.

I stayed at work late.  It wasn’t my choice; it was never my choice anymore.  But suddenly, it was.  Some noisy kids were making a racket down the connecting street; there was an explosive snap, and then I could feel my limbs again.  For the first time in almost a month I felt truly alive again!  I got the suspicion that this wasn’t an intentional release, and I could practically feel the presence of my captor nearby.  Taking the small chance I had, I fled down the empty street to the parking garage and my car.  If I could just reach it before I was taken over, I might be able to escape.  Despite liking the time alone to myself, I wanted it to happen on my terms, not my captor’s.

As I raced through the now eerily quiet sidewalk, I felt the thing getting closer, rapidly gaining distance on me despite running at my fastest.  I hadn’t been afraid of it in a long time, but I was starting to now.  At the last second, I dodged into an opening in the parking garage ahead, hoping to lose whoever or whatever was chasing me.  Up until that point, I could chalk up the 'feeling their otherworldly presence' thing to paranoia or delusion, but a few moments after I darted into the parking lot, a new factor made my hair stand on end.  I could hear it breathing.  Echoed breaths flooded the concrete structure, seemingly coming from everywhere at once.  Now I was more terrified of my captor than I had ever been before.

Overwhelmed, I let out a terrified scream as the breathing grew closer.  It's going to catch me, I realized in horror, and I'll never have control again!  Realizing it would take me far too long to find my car in the lot, I abandoned it and rushed out the back entrance, desperate for a busy street of some sort.  If I could slip into a crowd, whatever's rushing around invisibly probably wouldn't be able to find me.  At least they wouldn't have a clear shot at getting my body back.  Maybe if I put up a long enough chase, it'll get tired and find someone else to control instead.

Unfortunately, that plan was very short-lived.  The street in that direction was a dead end.  I scrambled into an alley, which was also a dead end, hoping that it was possible to hide from whatever's coming for me.  I stood trembling in fear as I felt and heard the thing getting closer.  It must've seen me hide down there, because it wasn't long before I could feel its presence at the entrance to the alley.  I'm trapped with no way out now.  I'll never have free will again.  Might as well put up a fight while I still can, right?  

There was a trashed glass bottle on the ground beside me, and I scooped it up in haste as I felt my captor inch closer.  With a quick swing, I shattered the back end of the bottle against the wall to my right, creating a rudimentary weapon.  "Don't fucking touch me!" I cried out with all the fury I could muster, "I know you're here!  I could hear you breathing in the parking garage."  The thing, whatever it was, stopped its advance, so I continued, voice growing a little stronger.  "What are you?!  What do you want from me?!"  I swung my shattered bottle violently through the air in hopes to deter the thing from coming any closer.

My aggression seemed to be working as far as I could tell.  My captor had backed up a ways to the alleyway entrance.  It's still hard to tell how much of an advantage I actually have, though.  I can't see the thing I'm trying to fight.  For all I know, it might have just stepped back to have a good laugh at me before taking my body again.  Maybe it realized that I'd have to go out that way eventually, and it’s just sitting there waiting to grab me once I tried to escape.  As I thought through a possible way out of there that didn't involve my immediate re-capture, I heard a chilling cracking sound.  It was like a mini earthquake.  The pavement in front of the alley split open, and soon half the parking garage crumbled to rubble before my eyes.  My heart thundered in my ears, and I was dangerously close to passing out in fright.

At that point, I was at my wits' end.  I assumed I was about to be torn apart just like the metal and concrete structure before me.  I braced myself for the worst, but was startled out of it by a very loud yelp of pain.  Looking back over at the garage, I gasped in confusion and utter horror, dropping my bottle to the ground.  A few truckloads of blood were spattered over the entire side of the parking garage.  Sitting in the middle of it was my captor, now fully visible.  It.. no wait.. she looked like a person.  Her blonde hair shone under the dim city lights, and her pale face paled even more as she slowly glanced up from her cut hands to look at me.  She looked like a person, but she was taller than almost every single building I could see.  It was too much, way too much.  This was my puppet master?  She was controlling me?  I slowly backed up to the furthest point I could, flinching as I hit the wall behind me.  Whoever, whatever she is, she could easily kill me with only a few fingers.  How can something like her even exist?

"Please, don't-" I choked on a sob before I finished my sentence.  What use was it to beg for my life?  She'd already stolen it from me.  I watched as her eyes went wide with.. fear?  It couldn't be.  She was probably just surprised that I'd spoken to her since she'd been invisible the whole time.  How did she even get this far into the city without absolutely demolishing everything in her path?  It looked like she was going to say something, but stopped as her injuries tensed with pain.  The air around her wavered like a mirage or exhaust.  One moment she was there, hunched over beside the blood-covered remains of the garage, and the next moment, she was gone.  All the gore disappeared along with her, but the destruction remained.  At first I thought she'd gone invisible again, but I realized that even the sensation of her presence was gone.  She'd simply vanished into thin air.

I stood in the alleyway for a long while after my surprisingly human-looking tormentor disappeared, still shaking with fear though she was long gone.  Finally, a car horn from somewhere in the city startled me out of my stupor.  In a daze, I trudged over to my car, which was thankfully parked near the edge of the garage and hadn't been close in the giant's crater of destruction.  Once I climbed in and let the car door slam behind me, it was as if all my emotions suddenly felt the need to re-appear at once.  I curled up in my seat, bawling in a mix of fear and anger and relief.  Why has that behemoth of a person been controlling me, and how?  I've managed to keep control of my body, but at what cost?  Will she return to take back control, or just end my life entirely?  She hurt herself in anger at me.  Surely she’ll be back for revenge.  My heart missed a beat as I realized just how helpless I really was in this situation.  I’ll die if she tries to hurt me!  Even if I don’t die, I doubt I’ll ever have control over myself as long as I live.  I’ll never feel my body ever again! By the time I stopped crying, I was dead tired.  It was two in the morning, I'd just been hunted down like a wild animal, and I was realy fucking sick of fearing for my life.  With grim determination, I started up my car and headed back home.  There's no point in delaying the inevitable.  I'm dead inside and out and I really, really just want somewhere safe to go.  But I have nowhere left.  My parents' house is a plethora of nightmares in itself.  John's place.. only in his dreams.  I guess I could sleep in my car, but I'm afraid of either getting a ticket or getting broken into.  And finally, there's the mansion I had been gifted by my captor.  There's really only one option here.  My only hope is to bet that with an almost human appearance, my captor also has almost human emotions.  She did take pity on me once before, right?  If I could just get her to sympathize with me somehow — get her to recognize how awful she's been — maybe, just maybe, I could have my own life back.

[duffslut]

The bully

Axl Rose x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 692

Requested by anon: Axl is the school bully for reader one day he comes to the class when no one is around and he fucks her?

Warnings: Smut! Minors Dni.

You were putting your stuff in the school locker when you realized your water bottle wasn't where it should be.

Axl and his stupid little group walked past you, you turned to look at them but immediately turned around again when your gaze met Axl's, who stared at you as he walked down the hall.

You sighed and slammed your locker shut, you could hear Axl's little laugh as he walked away, the obnoxious redhead wore a ridiculously short blouse, showing his pale belly. Short blouses were banned by the school, but the principal was probably too fearful to tell Axl that, and meanwhile, he just walked around school thinking he was Johnny Depp in the 80s.

You dialed back to the already empty classroom, rolling your eyes when you found your water bottle on the table where you were sitting minutes ago. You jumped when the loud noise of the door closing startled you, you turned to look, and for some reason, your body shivered when you saw Axl standing there, in front of the closed door.

You stared at each other for a few seconds before you finally grabbed your bottle and started walking towards the door, your body froze as Axl moved, smoothing his white cropped shirt over his abdomen, and shaking his head in an exaggeratedly teasing way to brush the red bangs off his forehead.

- Y/n. - Axl called out to you, his voice even deeper than you remembered.

- I won't do your homework. - You said, touching the door handle but then Axl positioned himself in front, stopping you.

He laughed sarcastically, his attitude was starting to annoy you.

- Is this what you think I want? - he asked, now serious.

You quickly appraised him, and frowned slightly when you noticed his nipple piercing marking his shirt, he really was a weird guy.

- What more would you want from me?

You felt your cheeks burn when Axl looked at you without even trying to hide his hungry gaze, he licked his lips slowly, tracing his lips with his tongue teasingly, and you tried as hard as possible not to fall into his temptation, after all he always stayed with whoever he wanted, and you weren't like that, or you just thought you were not. You leaned against the wall, crossing your arms and accepting that you wouldn't be able to leave the room until Axl got whatever he wanted.

- I want a lot of things from you, Y/n - he said.

Before you could answer him, he continued.

- But now I'd like to give you something, I can't contain it anymore. - Axl approached you and you just froze. - Why are you always looking at me?

- I... I'm not... - you couldn't say anything that made sense, you just stuttered, Axl being so close to you made you weak, which you never imagined would happen.

- It's because you want the same thing as me - he whispered, now close enough for his lips to lightly touch yours.

Axl waited a few seconds, as if waiting for some answer from you, positive or negative, but in the end he understood your silence, and immediately pressed his mouth to yours, hastily stuffing his hand into your panties. You gave yourself completely to Axl when his tongue entered your throat and his hand held your waist, guiding you to the teacher's desk and laying you down carefully.

You were surprised at how easily your fingers gripped his hair as he pulled off your skirt and panties, as if you really wanted it, and you were just waiting until he did.

As soon as his mouth touched between your thighs, you moaned with pleasure, he just knew perfectly well how to do it. He kissed your pussy multiple times before he started sucking on you, until it was wet enough.

You tried your best to contain your moans, relieving the tension of having Axl's tongue fucking you in breathless gasps.

- I just knew you tasted so sweet. - Axl muttered, not stopping licking your soggy pussy.

You contorted your spine on the table, and as soon as Axl thrusted his first finger inside you, you came.

[crmsnmth]

September Sky Chapter One, Part 4

"Want to just meet here then?" I asked.

"Yeah. Sure. I get down with my last class around four, so quarter after?" She replied with that same perfect smile.

"Sounds great. I'll see you later then," I said. She gave me a small wave and headed back into the writhing mass of the crowd. I lost her almost instantly. As she walked away, she did turn back and look at me, so I think that's a good thing? I don't know. I was way out practice.

I had enough time to walk to my place in Riverwest, shower, and change clothes quick. Yeah, I did miss the bus, and at this point it would be faster for me to walk than wait for the next bus. I just didn't enjoy the walk without my headphones, which I had forgotten when I left the apartment earlier that morning.

I headed out of the cafeteria as fast as I could go. With the adrenaline from asking someone out for the first time in years, I could move pretty fast. I made it out the door, and out into the late spring air.

I practically ran and crossed the bridge over the Milwaukee River. I had to stop for a few moments to catch my breath, and to cease the stabbing pain in my side. I was really out of shape, and the smoking probably didn't really help. I checked my phone for the time and found there was enough that I could maybe just walk like a normal person.

The bridge is basically what separates the East Side and Riverwest. It was strange, but for some reason, you could actually feel the change. In the air and in the noise. As the hippies that roamed the streets of Riverwest would sat, "it's in the energy, man."

Riverwest was basically a safe haven for misfits and outcasts. A neighborhood for artists and their muses. Everybody here is an outcast, and this tiny little splat in Milwaukee was the holy ground we prayed at. Everybody (who was a decent person) was welcome. No matter if you're a hardcore punk, or a knitted hat wearing hipster, or maybe even a witch who cares more about the style than the substance. They were all accepted with open arms.

I lived over on Booth street, with two room mates. One of them, Tom. had put an ad on Craigslist and I got lucky. I had the first months rent, and I'd be taking over someone's lease. I had no problem with that, and a week later I was moved in, trying again to start my life over.

Tom was an alright. He at least acknowledged my existence. We had even had a few conversations. I guess the best description of him that i can think of would be a jock hipster. Technically, he should be kicking his own ass. Somehow, though, he made it seem natural.

Dennis, on the hand, did not like me. Not one bit. This didn't bother me. I'm no hypocrite. I wasn't his biggest fan. He was a deep-seated conservative. Maybe even more than that even. I know he was deep into ROTC stuff. And he definitely looked the part, with the crew cut and the ever present smug of a soon to be military person. When he was at the apartment, his room was constant virtual gunfire war video games. And hey, I like to game just as much as anyone else, but I'd much rather be doing something.

The house was empty when I got there. I'm assuming they both had class or were to whatever it was that they did for jobs. For being room mates, it's kind of strange of just how little I knew of them. And they knew barely anything about me, other than what they saw at our place. And that wasn't much at all, considering most of my time home was spent locked away in my tiny room.

It looked smaller than it was, mainly because my walls were covered in posters for horror movies and punk bands. I had a small closet in one corner of the room that held most of my t-shirts. And I had a lot of them. Of course, they were all black, and usually with a horror movie's poster on them, or a punk bands logo. A TV stood on a stand with an Xbox that I used mainly has a DVD player. Across the room was my mattress, just a twin that sat on the floor. I tried keeping a sheet on it, but with the amount of movement I have in my sleep from nightmares, I ripped it up every night. So I stopped trying. Who did I have to show anyway? A small dresser sat against one wall, with a turntable and my stack of vinyl on top of it. Right next to it was a bookshelf filled with horror DVDs and a few books based on some form of anarchist ideology. I wasn't all that political, but I classified myself as an anarchist. It just kind of suited me, with the punk thing I had going on since I turned 13 and found a Descendents album at a Goodwill. My laptop lay on my mattress, plugged in to the wall behind the dresser. The wall above my bed was covered in red Christmas lights.

[fizzyxcustard]

Can I request a dialogue prompt? "I'm not getting into bed with you - your feet are freezing and I know you'll use that against me." With a RA character (or himself) of your choice!

(I am sorry that this has taken so long for me to get to. I'm aware that I've still got prompts dating back to the beginning of the year. I really do apologise, but I hope you enjoy this all the same. And, of course, thank you for requesting. However, my ask box is now closed to new fic requests.)

Fandom: North and South (modern)

Pairings: Modern John Thornton x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None. Just domestic fluff with everyone's favourite mill owner. ;)

Summary: You and John have been dating now few a few weeks after he attended your sisters wedding with you as a plus one. However, you're still trying to keep your relationship away from gossiping lips at work where he is your manager and owner of Marlborough Mills.

You and John always made sure that you left the premises when no one else was around. All the workers from the main floor had disappeared half hour earlier and now the air was silent as the machinery had been powered down for the night.

John was at his desk in his office. You stood at the door, smiling as you watched him type up the last few orders and sign them off.

"Hey," he said softly, looking up from the monotony of the day's work to see your bright smile.

"Ready to go?" you asked.

"Yeah, just switching the computer off now," he replied.

You approached his desk and leaned down for a kiss, which was only meant to be a quick peck, but gradually became more heated. John's hand was cupping your face and the tips of his fingers laced in your hair. This man did nothing by half measure. He was all or nothing, and you loved that so much about him.

The two of you exited the building, locking up behind you. John took your hand, lacing his fingers between yours and walked with you over to his car. Every morning now and he picked up up and brought you in with him, then you left together. Tonight was your agreed night where he would stay at your flat.

While you prepared the food, John opened a bottle of wine and poured two glasses. Wine had never been something you drank much of until you started seeing John, and he welcomed you to all the variety of flavours.

"I also need to change the bed sheets. The cat jumped up on the bed today with muddy paws," you told John as you stirred the softening pasta on the hob.

"I'm not getting into bed with you. Your feet are freezing and I know you'll use that against me," he chuckled.

"I've told you before, I can't sleep with socks on and I can't help having cold feet," you shot back, pouting. "Stop teasing me."

John edged in to you and wound his arm around your waist. "Oh, you love it when I tease you." He kissed the tip of your nose and then rested his nose against your neck, inhaling your sweet perfume, which by now was gradually getting weaker. "I know you don't get on with your sister but I'm really glad she decided to get married."

"Why are you talking about my sister's wedding?" you chuckled.

"Because without her getting married I wouldn't have had a good enough reason to go on a date with you."

"Oh, don't be daft," you laughed. "I'd have happily considered lunch in your office a date. I'd been waiting for months for you to make a move."

You saw John blush and kissed his cheek. "I never really thought you felt the same."

"I don't think I could have been any more obvious. I was always making excuses to come into your office. I fancied you straight away at my interview, although your mum did scare me."

John chuckled. "She scares most people, I think. But she was impressed with you at the interview."

The two of you kissed again, letting the passion rise. Neither of you noticed the water boiling over on the stove as you were too busy concentrating on each other.

***

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[bradley-banner]

👫 + santiago

How did Bradley Banner end up with Santiago De Leon? I don't even really know myself, but we can start at the beginning. I was trying to stay on the down low and walked into the first place I found when I first arrived in Aurora Bay, sat myself at the dark end of the bar at this place called Four Leaf and ordered an old fashioned. I remember him grabbing a glass, turning and pausing for a second — and in that moment I thought he was going to recognise me, but he didn't, instead he asked if I had a preference on scotch or bourbon. It was a quiet Tuesday night, so after a while he sat on a stool on the other side, said he hadn't seen me around before, asked my name. Told him I was called Ryan, he didn't even flinch, absolutely no idea who I was. Something freeing about that, talking to someone without that whole pressure of them knowing everything they've seen on the internet about you. Four leaf closed for the night but for some reason he didn't kick me out, instead we just sat, talking until the sun was coming through the window outside. The rest, they say, is history.

I got told so many times not to marry him. My parents, my friends, my business associates, people who thought they still had a chance with me if it wasn't for him. Tried to tell me he just wanted my status, which was always funny to me because we were always more comfortable when we were alone, honest to god, my favourite place used to be sat on our couch, tucked under his arm, finger tracing the spot I knew my initials were tattoo'd on his chest, talking about all the things we wanted for the future, where we were going to travel, what we were going to name our kids and how we'd bring them up. How I wanted them to have parents like his, not mine. Where if the world got too bright for us to survive I'd take a step back once I'd hit my initial goals.

Leaving him, even though it seemed like a split second decision, was one of the hardest things I've ever done in my entire life and I'm not entirely sure I'll ever fully recover from that. Loving him was easy, teaching myself not to be in love him was much harder and although enough time has passed that I'm not in love with him anymore, I still love him to a degree, pretty sure I always will. Serving him divorce papers as fast as I could was more of an attempt at talking myself out of going home, because I knew that if I did I'd probably forgive him — and I had too much respect for myself to be that woman. I'd like to be able to say I wish him the agony of knowing you weren't enough, but I don't. I hope he finds someone he loves enough not to do that to, because honestly, I wouldn't wish losing someone you thought was the love of your life on anybody, not even him.

If the last few months have taught me nothing else, it's that I probably need to pack up and move before we get caught up in something thats a waste of both of our time. I've realised theres nothing truly keeping me here. We don't seem able to stay out of each others orbit, but all we seem to manage to do when we collide is add to misery I thought I'd recovered from a long time ago.

( @santiagodeleons )

[nyam-nanami]

I’d like to request a short drabble then if possible <3 I’d love to see an Eso x reader, maybe something with fluff and angst where reader is going through something difficult and Eso is comforting them <3

Thank u so much in advance! <33

You're very welcome! I hope you like this! ^^

Pairing: Eso x reader Genre: Hurt-comfort Fanfic type: drabble

Life hadn't been easy lately. Actually, it seemed anything but easy. Like life was intent on throwing whatever little things at you when you were already struggling with something else.

You just couldn't catch a break. Or so it felt.

Which was why you felt that you needed your space. Or maybe it was just about trying to get your emotions in order. Or maybe it was something else, you weren't really sure. But whatever was the reason underlying, you took a walk in the evening, just listening to crickets chirping and the wind rustling blades of grass under your feet.

The sounds should have been comforting. Relaxing... soothing.

But they weren't.

Your mind still wandered into everything that was going on in life, and it, just, wasn't... going. Nothing was going. Moving forward. It was as if you were trending in deep water, trying to move, but somehow the waves, the current, kept you still and away from the shore.

There was frustration in it that had settled onto your chest as a weight. Tears had started climbing up into your throat and you just... sat against a tree and closed your eyes, as if it would have hidden the troubles, along with the world, from you.

But it didn't. There was still the thoughts, swaying in your mind, along with the sound of the blades of grass dancing around you.

Though... there was... something else. Steps. Someone was approaching you with calm, collected steps. So, you peeked from under your eyelids to see Eso there.

"Hey," he greeted you with a hushed tone that seemed almost dripping. It was almost like he was feeling the way you did, with being dragged down by the weight of the world, and his eyes... there was a hint of... dare you say sorrow. But it was so faint, as if a whisper.

You had to wonder if anyone else would have recognized it aside of you.

Well, maybe Choso, or Kechizu. Maybe...

"Hey..." you greeted back with a hushed tone of your own as he sat down next to you. "Life's tough, ain't it?" He asked, with a hint of amusement in it.

"Yeah..." you tried to smile, but it was a sorry excuse of a grin that you managed.

"I get it. Life's a bitch and then you die," he chuckled, trying to joke. And you tried to laugh.

But he must've heard how it didn't really do the trick.

There was a moment of silence between you. Nothing to say, or perhaps wondering of what to say.

Until he broke that silence.

"Y'know... I don't know where I'd be without my brothers or you," he admitted. "And you all mean a lot to me. So I don't want you thinking that you couldn't come to me when life starts kicking."

There was a small pang of guilt going through you with his words, because he did want you to trust him enough to tell your worries to him.

"We're in it together, you and I," he continued while wrapping his arm around you and pulling you close.

He felt warm, sturdy and secure. Like a pillar who would catch you when you'd fall. And that warmth brought you comfort. It felt soothing and caring in a way like no other. Which was why you felt confident enough to say: "Thank you..." even if it was with a whisper.

"No need to thank me," he said, and there was, again, a hint of gratitude in his tone. He really did want nothing but the best for you.

Because you, you were the most important thing in his life.

[demons2003]

My Boys (Chapter 16)

Series List

Y/n's pov

I sit on the hood of my car waiting for Robin after school. She once again had band practice and we had planned to have our weekly/monthly sleepover tonight. Great planning on our side as we forgot she had band practice. Finishing up my cigarette I throw it on the ground and stamp on it, getting into the driver's side. I tap my fingers against the wheel and think about everything Steve told me last night. What happened to him and Eddie seemed to really stuff the two of them up, and in turn wreck our relationship together. They both got affected in different ways. I loved them both but it hurt to know they left me behind because they had a problem with each other. Everyone knows that Eddie liked guys but Steve and I promised that we didn't care and that we still loved him, nothing would ever change that. "Hey, you ok?" Robin asks me as she gets into my passenger seat. I look over at her and feel the tears that have fallen from my eyes. "I want to tell you something tonight. Something about what happened before we met." Robin nods her head and grabs onto my hand. "Anything, I'm always here. How about we go home and eat before you tell me? Sounds like it could take a while," She asks. I nod my head and I start the short journey home, thinking about what I'm about to tell Robin.

When we get to mine I quickly get out of the car and run inside to the kitchen, needing to get food as quickly as possible so I can talk to Robin about the boys. Robin follows in shortly after and runs her school bag upstairs. While she's gone I continue to think about everything I'm about to tell her. I never really planned to tell Robin about anything involving the boys but I knew that with Steve and I becoming friends again she's need to know. She was my best friend, someone that I love dearly, to the point I'd die for her if it ever came to that. "What we having lover?" Robin asks, walking into the room. I laugh at her and hand her the bowl of mac and cheese I'd just made. "Mac and Cheese. Best thing I have in the house right now," I say, looking out the window. We move to my bedroom and sit on my bed, slowly eating our food. I knew as soon as we finished this bowl she'd try to get me to talk. I knew I needed to talk to her about it but it was starting to freak me out. What if she didn't want to be my friend anymore? Just because I'm hanging out with King Steve and have had a past with him. Would she even be my friend if she knew I was friends with Steve? "What's going on in that head of yours N/n?" Robin whispers, putting her bowl on the side table and putting her other hand in mine. Tears rapidly fall from my eyes as I try to look up at her, putting my own bowl on the table. "Please don't hate me," I whisper, falling into her arms and squeezing her tight. She pats my hair and whispers to me that it'll be ok and that she could never hate me.

She holds me until my breathing becomes even and I pull away from her. "I don't know if you've noticed but I've started to become friends with Steve Harrington," I start off, Robin nodding her head at me. "Well, this isn't the first time we've been friends. Before we started high school I was actually best friends with him and Eddie Munson. You probably know him from the band. They were my world, everything I ever wanted in my life. They were my safe space. Well, Steve and Eddie had a fight the night that you and I had met, at that party, and stopped talking to me for no reason. Probably thought the other would stay with me or something but neither of them did. It's the main reason why I struggle to trust anyone anymore. Well being friends with Steve is great but I've started to realise that I'm struggling without Eddie as well. It was always the three of us and I feel like I'm betraying Eddie by not bringing him into it. But I've missed them both so much that I hated my life so much because I couldn't have either of them in it. But now I have one back in my life and I feel selfish because I still want both of them in it. But I can't have both," I ramble out to Robin, tears starting to freely fall from my eyes. I don't even notice them anymore. 

Robin the whole time just held my hand and nodded her head at me. She moves into my eyesight and asks if she can talk. I nod at her and she says, "I love you, none of that changes anything Y/n. You obviously miss both of them but I think for now you should start with only Steve. If you try to bring Eddie in and the boys haven't worked out their fight on their own, you'll end up losing them both of them again, causing you even more pain than you need." I smile at her and nod. "You're right. How are you so smart?" I ask her, laughing a little. Robin laughs at me and tackles me into a hug. "Now, let's forget all about those silly little boys and enjoy the rest of our night together," Robin exclaims, getting up to put a movie in. I laugh and get under the covers, waiting for Robin to come back so she could hold me through the movie.

After our first movie, I realised there was something else I needed to tell Robin. "Hey Rob, I have something else I need to tell you." She looks over to me and gives me a confused look, nodding for me to continue. "Remember when I got really weird a few months back?" She nods. "Well, I had a really traumatic experience, which I can't tell you about, but I couldn't handle my panic attacks after woods. I started to smoke, which you've seen but I've also been taking drugs as well," I tell her, letting out a breath after, finally having everything out in the open. She looks concerned for me but nods her head. "Ok, that's ok. But you gotta promise me two things. Don't take them before you have to drive somewhere and don't take them before or during school. I don't like it but if you feel better I don't want to force you to stop taking them altogether." I smile at her and pull her into a big hug. "I promise to both of them. Thank you, Robin, you're the best!" I exclaim, happy that she isn't angry at me. She laughs and hugs me back. We order a pizza for dinner and set up the next movie for the night, cuddling and eating junk food for the rest of the night. 

The next morning 

Waking up with Robin always felt like a dream come true but today wasn't one of those days. Robin had woken up early for once and had left my house to help out her parents for the day. As much as I didn't want her to leave, I knew it was a good idea otherwise I'd keep her here as long as I could. We could stay in bed all day if we were both awake together. I turn over to my walkie-talkie and turn it on, wondering what the boys could be doing. Hoping it was just child-like stuff and not upside-down stuff. I turn it on to hear Dustin calling out a code red. Wonder what that's all about. Hopefully nothing too serious. I get out of bed and get dressed and washed up for the day. Grabbing the walkie again I bring it with me downstairs, wanting to make sure that Dustin isn't really in trouble or something. Eventually, Erica also joins the call, telling Duston to shut up. I laugh at their conversation and get back to making myself breakfast. After finishing my breakfast I sit on the couch, waiting to find out if Dustin really needed help or if it was a false alarm. If he needed me to come over he would give me a call. Later I'll go to his place to check on him. Make sure he isn't really in trouble.

That Night

I pull up to Dustin's house to find Steve's car already parked in the driveway. What the hell is Steve doing with my cousin? I quickly get out of my car and run to the backyard, not understanding why but I was starting to feel panic and dread filling my body. As I run further I find the bunker doors wide open. I look down, not seeing either of them because of how dark it was down there but decide I'll go down anyway. I grab my gun from my back pocket and point it towards the ground. As I near the bottom I find Dustin and Steve in the far corner."Are you trying to replace me now Dusty? Got yourself a new role model?" I joke to Dustin. This causes both boys to turn quickly to me. Dustin puts his hands up ready to fight and Steve holds his bat up, a piece of skin hanging from the end. "What the hell Y/n!" Dustin yells, turning away from me. "What do you mean, 'What the hell' You're the one that called a code red. I'm checking you are ok," I snap, putting my gun back into my pocket. "Dustin, let something escape," Steve tells me, throwing the skin on the floor near my feet. Dustin glares at him but I beat him in saying, "What the hell did you let escape?" I panic a little but take a deep breath, studying the skin Stev throw at me. Surely it can't be that bad right? "Dart. It's this creature I found, I believe it's from the upside down," Dustin tells us. I stare at him shocked and just walk out of the bunker, needing fresh air and a good smoke.

I lean against my car and try to control my breathing, somehow smoking at the same time. "When the hell did you start smoking?" Dustin asks me, trying to grab the thing from my hand. I glare at him and pull it out of his reach. "None of your dam business. So how are we catching this thing?" I ask them both, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible. I look over to Steve to find him looking at me with concern as well. I roll my eyes and focus on Dustin, not getting a better reaction but one I've seen enough times to be used to it by now. "We need a trap. And bait," Dustin finally says. "Ok, so what does it eat?" I ask. "Meat probably," Dustin tells us, looking from me to Steve. We both nod and I throw my cigarette on the ground, stomping it out. "Let go then, Steve you're driving," I tell them both, moving to Steve's car and getting in the front seat. Both follow me as quick as they can, getting ready to grab this thing and hopefully kill it as well.

Next morning

"Dustin! This is Lucas. Do you copy? Dustin?" I hear Lucas call from Dustin's walkie, continuing to get the bait out of Steve's car and putting gloves on. "Well, well, well, look who it is," Dustin says, seeming way too smug. "Sorry man. My stupid sister turned it off." Lucas tries to explain to him. "Well, when you were having sister problems, Dart grew again, he escaped and I'm pretty sure he's a baby Demogorgon," Dustin explains to Lucas. "I'm killing you after this," I whisper to myself, causing Steve to laugh at me a little. I bump my shoulder against his and laugh with him. "Wait, what?" Lucas asks. "I'll explain later. Meet me, Y/n and Steve at the old junkyard," Dustin tells him. "Steve?" "And bring your binoculars and wrist rocket." "Steve Harrington?" I laugh at Lucas' confusion, knowing the boys don't really like Steve that much. "All right, let's go," Steve says as he closes the boot of his car. "Just be there, stat. Over and out," Dustin snaps at Lucas, turning his walkie off. We walk through the woods a little before coming to the junkyard. "God I hate this place," I say. Steve turns giving me a confused look while Dustin laughs. "I thought you were gonna come in and kill us when you finally got here," Dustin exclaims, causing Steve more confusion. "Hopper and I came here to pick up the boys when they were on the run from the government. We found 3 guys already here. I knocked out the one closest to the bus, realising the boys were in trouble, my motherly instincts kicking in. Pretty badass if you ask me," I say, winking at Steve and getting a fist bump from Dustin. Steve nods and laughs a little at us, moving more into the junkyard to start getting everything set up.

Sometime later

We walk the train tracks heading towards the junkyard, listening to Dustin talk about Dart while we throw meat down. "All right, so let me get this straight. You kept something you knew was probably dangerous in order to impress a girl who...who you just met?" Steve asks him. "All right, that's grossly oversimplifying things." Dustin tries. "You got us here Dustin, all because of a girl," I say, Steve, following with, "I mean, why would a girl like some nasty slug anyway?" Looking at me as well. "An interdimensional slug? Because it's awesome," Dustin exclaims. I laugh at him and say, "Only a nerd would like that Dustin," Steve nodding along with me. "Well, even if she thought it was cool, which she didn't, I...I just...I don't know. I just feel like you're trying way too hard," Steve tells Dustin. "Yeah Dustin, you shouldn't put yourself in danger in order to impress some girl. Especially one you just met," I back up Steve's words. "What? Like you did a couple of years ago? Ended with you in hospital," Dustin points out. "Shut up, we are talking about you, not my stupid decisions." Steve gives me a confused look but I shake my head, hoping he won't ask me any more questions about it. "Back to trying too hard. Not everyone can have your perfect hair, all right?" Dustin tells us. "It's not about the hair man. The key with girls is just... just acting like you don't care." Steve tells him. "Even if you do?" Dustin eagerly turns to Steve. "Yeah, exactly. It drives them nuts," Steve continues. Dustin turns to me to get confirmation, to which I say, "Yes and no. If the girl really likes you, it will work. But if she doesn't, then it probably won't." Dustin nods at me, turning back around. "Then what?" Dustin asks Steve, turning more towards him. "You just wait until, uh...until you feel it," Steve explains. "Feel what?" "It's like before it's gonna storm, you know? You can't see it, but you can feel it, like this, uh...electricity, you know?" "Oh, like in the electromagnetic field when the clouds in the atmosphere..." Dustin explains but I but in saying, "Dustin, neither of us understands a word you are saying." "No, no, no, no, no. Like a... like a sexual electricity," Steve explains more. "Steve!" I yell, causing him to laugh at me. "Oh," Dustin says at the same time as my yell. "You feel that and then you make your move." "So that's when you kiss her?" "No, whoa, whoa. Slow down, Romeo." "Sorry," Dustin says. This is his first crush, he won't get it right but he'll dam sure try to. And that's all that matters. I'll be here if it doesn't go right, and by the sounds of it, Steve might be too.

"Sure, okay, some girls, yeah, they want you to be aggressive. You know, strong, hot and heavy, like a... I don't know, like a lion." Steve continues. "Oh? So, I want men to be like a lion?" I ask, Dustin laughing a little at me. "But others, you gotta be slow, you gotta be stealthy, like a... like a ninja." "What type is Nancy?" Dustin asks him. I freeze a little wondering how Steve will react to hearing Nancy's name, but he takes it with stride by saying, "Nancy's different. She's different than the other girls." "Yeah, she seems pretty special, I guess," Dustin says. "Yeah. Yeah, she is," He whispers out, seeming to go somewhere else for a second. "But this girl's special too, you know. It's just, like, something about her." Dustin says. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey." Steve says, making all of us stop to face Dustin. "What?" Dustin asks. "You're not falling in love with this girl, are you?" Steve asks him. I look confused at Steve, wondering what would be wrong with that. "Uh, no. No," Dustin says, but I don't believe him for a second. "Okay, good. Don't." "I won't." They both say. "She's only gonna break your heart, and you're way too young for that shit," Steve tells him, all of us start to walk again. Both go quiet for a bit, both in their own words. I go to say something when Steve randomly says, "Faberge." "What?" Dustin questions. "It's Faberge Organics. Use the shampoo and conditioner, and when your hair's damp... It's not wet, okay? When it's damp... You do four puffs of the Farrah Fawcett spray." Steve explains his hair routine. I'm so teasing him for this later. Maybe blackmail too. "Farrah Fawcett spray?" Dustin asks him. "Yeah, Farrah Fawcett," Steve confirms, then threatens, "You tell anyone I just told you that and your ass is grass. Both of you. You're dead, Henderson and L/n. Do you understand?" "Yup." Dustin nods. Steve turns to me and I just burst out laughing. "You'd never kill me, Harrington. Not in a million years," I say, continuing to walk down the train tracks. Steve laughs a little and the boys follow behind me.

[mari-on-dragonspine]

The Childe of Tennis

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Genshin AU: Childe x afab!reader

Tennis

Rating : 18+

Warnings and triggers

Smut (unprotected intercourse), alcool, deception

This is a work of fiction: stay safe, use protection.

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Before getting into it, I'd like to thank Raku (Lustful_Apple on ao3) & @the-travelling-witch

for beta-reading this and helping me out.

I owe you, beauties 💖

Also, this story was inspired by Holly @the-travelling-witch - I wrote this thinking of you! ><

If you think some important warnings are missing, let me know in the comments below.

Also forgive the terrible title, if you come up with a better one I'll consider your options in the comments!!

Enjoy your journey~~

The Childe of Tennis

You are a college student moving in the city for study purposes. You enjoy playing tennis, therefore you look for a new tennis club and end up joining the Snezhnaya Tennis Club, where Ajax "The Childe" plays since he was a kid. As the two of you meet something new and unexpected is born - love.

You didn't think of him as a partner at first. You didn't even think he was actually nice to talk to and quite well mannered. Childe didn't really make a good impression on you back then, but everything is different now. The first time you bumped into each other, you were new in the club and he was a senior member, despite his young age. He checked you out with a confident smile, as if he was trying to belittle you, and he then offered to show you around in a flirty way you didn't like at all. Of course you would reject such a jerk full of himself, who did he think he was? Good looks and talent in sports weren't enough for you to fall for him. But he never stopped the teasing and eventually you agreed on going out for a coffee. You found out you had so many things in common and started to look at him in a different light. You grew to appreciate him calling you girlie and you started teasing him as well, addressing him as "meanie" and showing off all your amazing talents and wits. One day he found out that he was looking forward to seeing you again and was happy when you agreed on exchanging phone numbers. He also enjoyed the time you spent with him as you both were babysitting Teucer and you became the "bestest friends" on earth, as his little brother used to call you both. Only a few months passed when he confessed his love for you under what it looked like the heaviest rain you've ever seen in your entire life, when you kissed him - letting the umbrella above your heads fall lifelessly at your feet -, when you brought him home to dry your clothes and eventually make out there… 

But your relationship had to be a secret, at least for now. You were too embarrassed to let everyone know that you, the newbie, were the girlfriend of Ajax, who everyone called Childe because of his talent - in fact, as strange as it may sound, he was the youngest subscribed member of Snezhnaya Tennis Club and the youngest champion too. He became quite the star in the local community and everyone there grew to love him deeply. Ajax told you this anecdote on your first date and you thought it was adorable ever since. Maybe that was the reason why you grew to love him this much… and also the reason behind your embarrassment. 

"But EVERYONE literally EVERY SINGLE ONE person in there knows you, Ajax. There's no way I could just casually walk in with you, hand in hand, without feeling uncomfortable!" 

Your face was bright red, almost as bright as a traffic light, as Ajax was kissing your neck and holding you from behind, wrapped in his strong, slender arms. 

"Babe, you're overthinking again. You're amazing and beautiful, why are you so nervous? It's not like we're going to meet my parents…" 

He whispered into your ears, kissing your cheek every time he finished a sentence. He was trying to corrupt you into going to the tennis club together, like a couple. 

" Oh, yes, yes I am. Maybe not your parents, but sure your family. You've been playing tennis before you could even walk! And you call all the permanent members uncle and auntie!" 

His reply was already on his lips as you turned around to stop his kisses and he was already replying when you grabbed his face forcefully to squish his mouths to make them resemble  the ones of a fish. 

"No. Shh. Say no more. This conversation is over and I have a valid point. I win, you lose, get over it 'Kay?" 

If you had to find a flaw in your relationship, it would be the competitive side that you both had. You hate losing and so does he - that's why you tried to put an end to your little argument with a kiss, which turned into a glacial glare as you noticed that your boyfriend was starting to slowly lower his embrace to more southern parts.

"You're a pervert. No kiss for you."

You said in a flat, annoyed voice, slapping his chest without meaning harm and running away, as he was trying to catch you again at the cry of "pls babe cmere". 

But you were very far from his Kawasaki bike and were waving your hand from the bus window.

"See ya there, meanie!!"

His POV

She played you like a violin again and you, meanie, would let her play as long as she wanted. But why would she be so embarrassed? You both were young and in love… and getting along perfectly. Why couldn't they tell everyone they were a couple? He sighed heavily and wore his green helmet before speeding through the nonexistent  weekend traffic. 

Ah, luckily for you, you were not only a good driver, but a master in wit. Quick and smart are a lethal combination, and you knew exactly what you had to do.

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The bus stop was only 10 meters away from the main building of the tennis club. You got off with an elegant hop and hid behind the poster of melatonin-based sleeping pills. You wanted to make sure that Childe wasn't waiting for you outside, so you waited again and again… but the ginger haired guy was nowhere to be seen. 

" Well… that's good. I got away with that… but so easily?" 

You were muttering this to yourself as you walked in to find Childe, already changed into his tennis outfit, wielding his bright red tennis racket. His smile was so dazzling that it could light up the deepest of all nights and if a strong part of you wanted to hop into his arms and squeeze him tight, the predominant one knew fairly well that such a smile brought trouble. 

"Hello there, girlie! Are you ready?" 

Ready? 

"Uhm, ehm.. Hi… Ajax. Ready… for what?"

But as you asked him, your eyes fell on a note hanged on the bulletin board.

"First Snezhnayan Open: July 10th? But… it's today!" 

" Yeah! Isn't that awesome news? And it doesn't take gender into account, so we might end up one against the other." 

His voice was confident and brimming with excitement as he tried to explain the basic rules. But you weren't even paying attention. Why was such a tournament taking place so suddenly?? 

" I'm not doing this. I'm not ready! "

You always wanted to succeed, especially in competitions. Oh, if only you had focused more on your moves and less on Ajax's body… 

"Hahaha, you can't. Every member must participate. What's up, girlie, are you scared? Don't worry…." 

Childe checked the room twice and just like that, in a swift move, he got closer to you and started whispering into your ears.. 

"I promise I'll be gentle."

His low voice made its way into your mind, crawling down your spine and making goosebumps appear on your exposed skin. This was bad. 

"AH. You wish. I'm not scared of anyone. I'll show you what I'm capable of, Childe." 

Your words were harsh and full of pride, but your face was burning. You hated the effect he had on you at times…

Apparently almost no one knew about this tournament, but many were excited to prove themselves and got excited. All matches were done in pairs at first and individually at last. The most competitive people made it to the top and in the end, you and Ajax were the finalists, fighting for the glory.

"This opportunity is quite hard to come by…"

Said Childe teasingly, as he was slowly checking you out. You avoided him successfully until then and you thought you were ready to face him.. But were you really?

"Cut it off, meanie.. I will win this time."

You said with a serious look on your face, as you turned your back to him to fix your ponytail. If you didn't do that, you would have seen Childe slowly blushing and covering his face with his hand… but once you put yourself in place, ready to fight him, he already came back to his normal prideful self.

"We will see that.."

And like this, the final match began. You weren't feeling confident early this morning, but you certainly were now. Childe felt the exact same as you - he wanted to prove himself worthy of being with you.. And wanted you to surrender to him. But he very soon realized that he was too much of a good teacher to you, because you were winning. Your moves were fast and sharp. They had the elegance and the strength of a lynx, even though Ajax was quite prepared to counter them.

"Passable effort", replied him to your backhand as he sent it back to you. The ball drew perfect lines above the net, as the air between you two thickened. You both were focused on the victory, but it seemed that you were the favorite after all.

However, as much as Childe was proud of your beauty and skills, he couldn't let you win. Not this time.

Changeover. The game stopped to allow a small break and switch sides. A sort of timeout. 

You let out a small exhausted sigh as you reached the equipped area under a snow white umbrella. Childe was faster than you in this, you couldn't miss the opportunity to tease him.

"Wanna beg for mercy, already? I might spare you this time around…" 

Childe laughed amused, as he shook his reddish beaded in sweat hair. 

" Hahaha. Look at you now. You weren't this confident a while ago… I'm wondering what changed?" 

You glared at him as a response, also because he grabbed YOUR water bottle and you really needed to drink. 

As if he read your mind, Childe started to drink out of it from a distance. 

" You're going to.. "

Facts finished the sentence for you. The water came out all together as a river in spate, soaking his handsome face, his neck, his tight yellow shirt… The muscles you learned to recognize so well appeared and you suddenly didn't feel the heat or thirst anymore. You were insanely focused on the gingerhead right before your eyes, so much that you eventually let him finish your water. The spell broke as you realized he was looking at you. 

" Oh, I'm sorry… I guess this one is your bottle? My bad.." 

Even if his words were apologetic, his tone wasn't. Ajax shook your almost empty water bottle and smirked teasingly as he heard the noise of the remaining liquid. 

" Looks like there's a sip left… you want it? "

He asked, holding out the ocean blue recipient. But as soon as your hand reached it, he pushed you towards him and whispered into your ear "take it". With a swift move, he stole your last sip and looked at you with a strange light in his eyes… You wanted it. You wanted the water and his tempting lips… But a voice broke your trance again, giving you the strength to decline his invite. 

Childe rolled his eyes and stared angrily at the referee, who was only asking if they were OK. 

"Perfectly. Thank you. I just can't seem to find my water.." 

You replied immediately, as you were rummaging through your stuff to find something, ANYTHING, that could contain a small amount of liquids. That was when Childe came to help you. 

" Here. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have taken your water before. Take mine okay? It's an energy drink." 

You wanted to really smash him, but since the referee was watching, you just grabbed it forcefully from his hand and drank it all in one long sip. You wanted to reverse the joke on him, but he looked at you amused, on the verge of a laugh. 

'' What's so fun- cough.." 

You choked on that drink and Childe offered to hold you, almost as if he was scared you could collapse to the ground. 

" I'm fine!" 

You pushed him away, all red from both the caught and the embarrassment. You didn't want to admit that Childe looked so fine all wet and that you kinda wanted him on the spot… 

The match started for its final act and Childe looked at you slightly concerned. You thought that would be because he couldn't afford to lose to a younger member… but that wasn't really it. You started to feel quite dizzy after a few minutes. You missed the ball a few times as you were starting to feel sleepy and Childe moving his perfect body wearing the revealing wet shirt wasn't helping you focus.

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You lost in the end, only by a few points, but you didn't care anymore. As everyone was clapping and cheering on Ajax, you dragged yourself to the dressing room.

You opened the tap to refresh your bright red face and started to unbutton your shirt as well. It was intense, but you lost with honor. Childe was simply ahead of everyone…

While you were thinking of him, rubbing your face with cold water, he appeared right behind you.

" MC, are you OK?"

He said in a quiet voice, as you raised your face from the sink to look at him in the mirror.

" No. I'm not ok. You were teasing me the whole time! And your energy drink is crap!"

Uh? Why would you say something like this in the first place? It didn't sound like something you would say so directly… and you even weren't that mad before.

" I see… I'm sorry to have bothered you. But you started it first. "

He had a dead serious look in his eyes, as if he didn't want to blame you, but couldn't help it at the same time.

" Me??? What?!"

You turned around to tell him off, but as you did, he placed his lips on yours and kissed you passionately. His tongue drew a small line from your lower lip to your upper one before sneaking inside your mouth, rubbing your tongue just the way you liked. Your hands pushed him tightly to yourself, grabbing his ginger hair forcefully, as you never did before.

If you couldn't win the competition, you would have taken the victory you deserved in another way. His hands caressed your back in a hurry, reaching your tights and picking you up, the flowing water masking your moans for all the snoopy ears that might have been around.

" Yes.. Such a beautiful angel, dancing so gracefully on the field… and I couldn't touch it. You were so mean to me… you should be the meanie between the two of us."

He said this among one kiss and another, as you didn't want to let his lips go. Yes, you had been naughty to him… but you didn't mean to.

" I… I'm just scared… "

You managed to say in a moment when his lips were busy torturing your neck.

" Because… you're so amazing.. And I'm… me. Me and nothing else. What if… we tell everyone that… we are together… and then you find out there's nothing special about me… "

Childe frowned, staring directly in your eyes from below.

" Not in a thousand years. You are everything to me and I love you just the way you are. I love your sweet side, your competitive side, your jokingly side… every single shade of you. So you don't have to hide, ok? I just.. Want to show everyone else how amazing you are… how bright you shine in my eyes…"

Your eyes filled in tears as he was listing everything he loved, but he wouldn't let them run down to your cheeks. He pushed you in one of the empty toilet cabins and started to kiss your eyes, moving downwards to your neck and collarbones, as his hands gently put you seated in the toilet to help you take your clothes off.

"What… are you…"

Your mind was swimming in his kind words and didn't seem to fully understand what he was doing.

" We are in a changing room.. We should… change.."

He whispered into your ears, causing a loud moan to leave your mouth. You wanted him so much at this point, you wanted to take him before anyone else could.

" I..want to make love to you, Ajax.."

You said in a serious tone, as both your hands cupped his cheeks and a tiny smile curled up on your soft lips.

He stared at you in shock for a few seconds before letting out a happy laugh, which was immediately followed by yours.

" Alright then.. I won, but I'll let you take the prize… only if we tell everyone… one day."

You rolled your eyes to the sky in a jokingly way, nodding before he could add anything else.

" I'm in… I can't say no to this broad smile of yours…"

You pulled him closer and closer, as he started to take off your remaining clothes and underwear, followed by your graceful hands that mimicked his moves, seizing his muscles and taking over his most intimate parts.

" Ah… I love how impatient you are… my sweet girl.."

He groaned into your mouth, picking you up again and pushing you against the gray tiled wall.

" Shut up and kiss me already…"

No one was waiting for you outside. In fact, everyone knew that you wanted a moment to be on your own already. Childe had a copy of the keys, so everyone left the club, leaving the two of you loving each other into the night. 

As you fell asleep on his lap, Ajax was thinking about swapping his energy drink with that vodka enhanced one more often… 

Maybe at home next time.

[djtheabishai]

D&B: I Could Really Care Less (DiaJ) (Diavolo x D.J.) Angst.

A/N: The "J" in D.J. is "Joyce". Diavolo calls her Joy as a nickname from it. He's the only one that she lets get away with calling her that because he's her best friend and lover and she really fucking hates her middle name.

This is also an A.U. where D.J. suffers from *Elemental Madness. She's stuck in her dragon form.

"Dia!" D.J. called. Running through the halls and into the Student Council Room, slamming the doors open to see the meeting just ended. "What's the matter, Joy?" Diavolo asked once he and Lucifer looked up, concerned about how she entered the room. "Can you please refrain from opening the doors like that." Lucifer said in a annoyed tone. The dragon ignores him.

"We need to talk." She said. "About what? What's troubling you so much?" Diavolo asked, noticing Ice has completely taken her body. "You're ice covered now, you need to lay down before-" She cuts him off. "FUCK MY CONDITION!! I overheard a couple higher ups talking in Deja Vu about that the ONLY reason you "deal" with me platonically and romantically is because I HAVE DEMON BLOOD!!" She shouted, each scream being a roared word.

The four demons (Barbatos is standing in the corner waiting to speak.) in the room stayed quite for a moment, the males looking at the female in shock at her out burst with wide eyes. D.J. never roared her words. Sure, she screamed and shouted, but she never roared.

Barbatos and Lucifer looked at Diavolo, then back at D.J.. Reading the room, Lucifer spoke up. "It's been a while since Inhailica seen you, Barbatos. Wanna come to the House of Lamentation so you can see her?" He quickly said, trying to find an excuse to get out of the room. "I'd be delighted to, Lucifer, let's go." The butler quickly responded and both men left the room so the King and Queen can a serious talk.

Normally Lucifer would jump on Diavolo's defense, but this is a situation that he has no part of being in and doesn't want to be around to witness. Last time he tried to intervene in D.J. and Diavolo's fights, she nearly burned the Avatar of Pride to ash. If it wasn't for Levi calling Lothan for because of one of his brothers stupidity, Lucifer would've been no more. Barbatos, well, he can see threw time. Though he does it time to time without his master's permission, sometimes it's worth breaking the rule. That, and he just knows better than to get in a couple's fight.

After they left, D.J. narrowed her at her husband. "You better start talking, Dia." She growled.

Diavolo was lost for words. He didn't know how to approach her.

"Well?!" "Well What?!" He shouted back. Oh shit, wrong move. He didn't mean to shout. "IS IT TRUE?!" She roared again, shaking the walls. "Stop roaring! You'll wake Rosalyn!" Diavolo hissed back, not answering her question.

D.J. arched her back and tail flicked, wings tucking to her side as she growls again. "Answer me!" She snarls. "NO!" He responded. "No to what? Answering me or to it not being true!?" She growled her question.

Annoyed at her behavior towards him, he stood straight, glaring at her while straightening his uniform and tried to leave the room but D.J. got in his way and stood on her back legs, wings and arms stretched out to stop him from leaving. Standing eye level with him. "Look, I could REALLY care less about all this!" He responded.

She felt like something stabbed threw her heart. "So you could really care less about me in general?" She said. Diavolo groaned. "I don't really care about what you think!" Before he could take a break to finish his sentence, D.J. lowered her body, wings and arms. "I see." She said, hurt in her eyes and voice. "Do you?" He asked, stern. The dragon got on all fours, wings tucked to her side. "Yeah, I do." She said and slowly walked to the doors. "You don't really give a flying fuck about me in general or you'll just tell me already. The only reason you got with me is because I'm a *royal trashed half breed demon." D.J. insulted herself.

"Then what about Dominic, Xavier and Roslyn?!" Diavolo tried to defend himself. D.J. whipped around. "What about them?!" She hissed. "If I didn't care about you, then we wouldn't have 3 beautiful children!" "Oh please! You don't give a fuck about them like you don't me because of dragon blood! You only keep them around because they have demon blood!" She shouted. "Then what about Roslyn?! We made her after I took that potion that turned me into a full blooded dragon for your class! Which I did for you! She's 75% dragon!" "And 25% demon! She had demon blood and you were just trying to show face!" Something inside of him snapped. Diavolo LOVES his children for who they are, regardless of blood because they are his.

His form switched to his demon form and towered over his wife. Eyes now a cold black instead of golden warm and wings stretched out to make himself bigger. A dark expression on his face. *Doesn't help that half his left horn and the tip of his right horn his gone that D.J. accidentally did herself. D.J. cowarded in fear below him. He raised his hand and pointed out the doors. "Get. Out. NOW!!" He roared back for once.

D.J. trembled below him, then regained enough strength to stand up and look him in the eyes and said: "Gladly." She then walked out the doors.

Diavolo slammed the doors shut the moment her tail left the room. He then walked over to a chair and sat down, thinking about what just happened. He and D.J. just had a nasty fight. They never had a fight like this.

This wouldn't have happened if he would've just said "No" in the first place. That he does care about her and her thoughts. He loves her so very much, not because she's a royal, has demon nor dragon blood. He loves her for her like how she loves him for him, not for blood nor power. He loves their children with all his heart for the same reason.

Their children. The children were brought up because of him. Speaking of which, he needs to check to see if he and D.J. woke Roslyn up from her nap.

He walks out the room, looking through the halls as he heads towards his daughter's room for his queen. He didn't see her.

He reached Roslyn's room and slowly opened the door to see a 5 year old still szooing away, pulling her two headed dog plushie closer to her. He smiled at the sight and closed the door again. Good. They didn't wake her.

Still facing the door, hand on the knob, he called: "Barbatos." A second later, a voice appeared behind him. "Yes My Lord?" Barbatos spoke. Diavolo tunred his head to look at him. "Find out who the demons are that made me and Diciria argue." He commanded. "Do you want me to punish them?" Barbatos asked. Diavolo thought for a moment. "No. Let me. Devildom needs to learn why you don't fuck with the Demon Queen. You can have them after I'm done. If I leave accidentally leave one alive." He said and let's go of the door knob, leaving dents in it. He then turns around and walks to his room.

Barbatos watches his master leave. ",They are gonna experience the true meaning of hell." He said to himself before setting off to do what he's been told.

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Element Madness is a uncurable dragon sickness that slowly kills the host from the outside in by covering them in the element that host possess. Not contagious nor passed down

Royal Trash is a nasty language used to describe half royal people. One parent royal, one parent peasant (Term is looked at like Mudblood from Harry Potter, nasty and unforgiving)

Diavolo's horns broke when him and D.J. were "dancing in the sheets". She was sitting on top of him and using his horns as something to hold onto. He wasn't mad but more surprised they broke in the first place. He forgave her instantly, knowing it was an accident. Lucifer however, tried to kill her over it. Diavolo instantly stopped him by standing in the way in his demon form. Lucifer instantly stopped in his tracts. Diavolo's horns giving off a scarier aura than before thanks to his now broken horns.

[gnattyplayssims]

1960 Pt1 - Interrogation

Sofia waited patiently on the train station bench as the woman in blue got their tickets. The woman said they were going to meet her mother but after 8 years of having no mother it was hard to believe. Right now it didn't matter as long as she was out of that awful house

As the train took off the woman opened a book, pouring over the pages and jotting down a few things in the marjins. "The Chronicles of Rodiek?" Sofia read.

Rowan slammed the book closed and stood, casting a glance toward the man watching them "Let's go to the dining car."

They walked through a few cars before Rowan stopped suddenly, "You like books right kid?"

"I love them!"

"Here, try this one out."

"But you're in the middle of reading it."

"I've read it 100x you'll love it just hold onto it for me until I need it again will you."

"Oh okay!"

"What's a kid doing in a train bar?"

"I'm 8 years old, not a kid."

"No, I am certain 8-year-olds fall under the childhood category."

"Well I'm really mature for my age. Maci says it's because I read books far above my level"

"Is that so. And these books make you grow faster?"

"Hey kid, didn't anyone ever teach you not to talk to strangers!?"

"Oh he asked me a question, I didn't want to be rude."

"Relax Rowan, it was just harmless conversation."

"Yeah well this time it was you, next time it could be an actual problem. There's a Tech on this train."

"Don't mind her, she gets stressed easily especially when there are Techs around"

"What's so bad about Techs?"

"They want the Omiscan Cypher which we have. In the wrong hands it could destroy the Worlds, which is why it is safest with one who will protect it and won't remember."

Three months passed after Jamal's arrest and Sofia was holding on just enough to keep her kids from starving.

"Thanks for coming Sof, I know this isn't a trip you wanted to make but your testimony is incredibly important to this case."

Sofia didn't move as he sat across from her

"Let's start by getting the big question out of the way. Did you know or have any indication that your husband was involved in illegal activities."

"Of course not."

"Surely you noticed that the house was not the same size on the outside."

"He told me it was a shed."

"You're telling me you were married to the man and lived in that house for 4 years and never asked those questions?"

"No Nikolas, I'm not a detective. He saved my life and he was always nice to me. I had no reason to doubt him he was my husband."

Nik sighed, "Come with me."

Nik let out a deep sigh once they were outside. "Sorry Sof. I'm not trying to accuse you. It's my job to get to the bottom of this, and I'd rather be the one questioning you. We'll walk and you can tell me what you know."

"Ok, I think I can handle that."

"Tell me how you met."

"It was at the Spice Festival. He helped me with a vendor and we talked...I ran into him again at the park and he asked me out. It all just kind of happened after that."

Nik scoffed,

"What?"

"I'm trying not to make comments, continue"

She looped her arm in his, "Next question."

"How did he get you away from Don?"

"They fought...I don't really know the details."

"Sofia...Don's mansion and club are both high security locations...there's no way he could have got in without Don knowing."

"No...he was always so nice to me, he couldn't have worked for Don"

"Hey...just because someone's nice, doesn't mean they're good. Let's take a break and get you some chamomile."

They stopped at a booth and ordered tea then found a quiet bench while they sipped in silence.

Finally Nikolas broke the tension. "Now the big question."

"You mean those weren't the big questions?"

"Unfortunately no. We're still trying to figure out the motivation. Why the OSS was after you. But without you...it's a dead case."

"I don't know. There's nothing special about me. I'm used up, broken...easy."

"Hey! That's not true"

"It is though...Jamal told me as much...so did Don...and Mathias."

"Not the most solid character witnesses."

"I don't know what Jamal was after. I have nothing except my body to give and he got that."

Nik let out a slow breath, "There has to be something else he wanted."

For a moment silence fell between them. "Sofia, there's a lot more to you then just a body. You can be a bit...in the clouds sometimes but I don't know any other woman who could go through the hell you have and still be standing."

"Wait Nik! I just remembered...the book!"

In an undisclosed location in a World simply known as GP-7 in a secret lab in the middle of the desert canyons, Jameson Reed was just waking up from a rather painful transfer from his prison cell.

"Are the cuffs really necessary? Do you want to see my identification?"

"That won't be necessary and the cuffs don't come off till she says so."

Footsteps behind him drew his attention but he turned his focus back on Magnus, "This is rediculous. I'm loyal to the OSS you know that."

"I know...but I'm not. They made an offer I couldn't refuse."

Rowan came around the table and dropped a book between them. "So you found it."

"With little help from you, I'm afraid."

"What's so special about this piece of fiction anyway?"

"Well if it was fiction it would be useless. This book is the key to conquering all the Worlds."

"This isn't what I signed up for."

Pain shot through his hand so suddenly he couldn't even be sure Rowan had moved, "No, you signed up for a mission which you failed to complete...I don't know how it's done in the OSS but I don't take that lightly...Mr. Goth...he's all yours."

Magnus followed Rowan out of the room taking the cypher with him as the second man set a lump of clay in it's place.

"The mind is such a wonderfully moldable thing wouldn't you agree Mr. Reed? I do wonder how moldable yours might be if it was not bogged down by silly allegiances"

A few hours later Joaquin Goth leaned over his patient, "Take it easy. You've had an accident. Do you remember anything?"

"No...who...who are you?"

"Don't worry, you don't remember it but we have a lovely home selected for you on Batuu. I hear the neighbors are lovely."

1960 Pt2 - Field Trip

[kayspeaks]

Sam Chronicles

where do I start? I should be working or just doing something to enhance my life but here I am at 2:52 in the morning on November the 20th, thinking about and stalking my ex girlfriend's girlfriend. I don't know what it'll ever take for me to get over this woman. It seems I don't want to because she's clearly moved on with her life and I need to do the same. I just miss my soulmate. Mybe I'm not hers but something deep in my spirit tells me she's mine.

I go through my life hoping to find true happiness, where I'm fulfilled, I'm embaced by love... With the love of my life... Mybe I'm too fixated on the idea of Sam and I that I lose sight of what life is preparing me for.. Because I saw my prospective future wife in my dream... And it wasn't Sam😭😭😭. I wish that I could heal from this excruciating love for her, this relentless yearning for her, this unreasonable obessesion about her...

I can honestly sit here and rationally say that I know that it may not be practical to have her back ever....but I don't want to believe it, I refuse to believe it.... So God I've been begging you to help me, to let her go.....to allow her to find happiness with someone else elsewhere.

I need to forget about us as a unit but rather focus on my new chapter walking with myself, holding myself down and practicing the highest form of self love.

I have a lot is going on God as you may already know... I am nervous about my soon to be born niece or nephew and the comfort of my family,but the most aching feeling in my spirit is that I am soooo lonely.... I miss loving someone... Truly feeling and being inlove not just dating someone... I miss feeling loved by someone I love just as much .. I miss being held, being made love to, being cared for and nurtured... I miss someone actually showing up for me... Whom I'm excited about.

The last time I felt that way was in 2018 to be honest... I know I had a good run with Sinazo but that was not without suffering at the end of the day (emotional turmoil). I miss waking up in the arms of the love of my life.... I miss her silly jokes, how arrogant and self-centered she could be which would irritate me slightly, how loving and sensitive she actually was.... And how smart she is... Always dropping bombs and enlighten me with a different perspective....i will love her forever..... I know but I can not wait for the love to turn platonic because seeing her with another person is not easy.

But weird enough the relationship she has with that girl doesn't feel threatening.... It really does not aside from the fact that I do feel jealous. I do think she's probably into her and loved her and I'd happy... But it doesn't frighten my spirit and the walls of my love for her. Mybe if they get engaged I might feel alot but for now I'm very much not intimidated by the situation. What intimidates me is that it is possible that she is no longer into me, she doesn't love me anymore, and that breaks my spirit to think about.... Why wouldn't Sam love me.... Did she ever mean it when she said she didn't... Am I easy to get over💔. Am I not what she deems her soulmate.

I honestly wanna forget about Don, I don't think I got attracted to her for the right reasons. I think it's best if we cut ties... Well I already have.

Do you think that mybe I should move overseas... Post the storm being over? With my younger sister... Mybe I should.... I think I might be ready....i really want to fetch my life... Although I always wished Sam would be right next to me.... With our children in Canada.... Or Condor lol I've always been fascinated by a Condor... I'd drive through Kamloops and look toward to going back with her.... I'd imagine our first trip together, our exploration together, fooling around, trying new things.... Unfolding completely around her.....jumping in the water knowing she'd catch me.... I looked toward to our life together end a huge part of me still does....

God help me get over all of these dreams... Help me look forward to a new and better future... Help me get over this past life connection.... Help me heal through it.... Help me move past it and not allow it to affect me anymore.... Help me help myself.

Keep her safe and happy though.... Keep her fulfilled and content. Heal her from her wounds... Help her live the life she's always yearned for.... Help her career progression, heal her family trauma, help her become more secure in that she is deserving of love.... And help her gravitate towards spaces that seek to bring light and love in her life. Help her cultivate spaces which seek to see the best in her.... Help her remain in the shadow of your wings... Guide her steps... She deserves amazing thing to happen to her. I love her forever.

But it possible please bring back the love of my life. Bring back my Sam.

With Love

KaySays

[crucifixes-and-chrysanthemums]

Dream journal, prior dreams to 10/11/23.

7/29/23

Dreamt I was at this big party at Nan and pap's but not their real house. Anyway a bunch of people I didn't know were there including some people for OpChan. The pary is fun and eventually most people go home so I'm still there cleaning up. I find Hendrix has bitten one of his claws off so I take him inside and get some paper towel cleaning off the blood and tell him to relax. Eventually as I'm walking around outside one guy I overhear is waiting for his wife to bring something. He's really upset so I give him a $2 bill from my wallet. He gives me a hug and says thanks, then I head a burning noise and he's beating up heroine on my shoulder to snort. For a second I'm shocked just that it's happening and he tells me it's cool and relax he just needs a bump. I pull back and get just enough space to wind up and punch him right in the face as hard as I can manage. Then Biff, who physically resembles a professional wrestler, flattens him. Fin.

8/3/23

Dreamt I was back in school. For some reason my sister was in the same class. It was laid out weird with students facing each other. Anyway the teacher was just walking around the room because class hadn't started yet. Someone said something about my sister's jacket, then another person pulled one of those one piece motorcycle suits out of the closet and I was thinking how much I'd like one. We all had big travel mugs (all without lids for some reason) full of pop - mine was Coca Cola.

8/5/23

I'm going through this big massive and I mean huge hospital that's also a theme park. I was there as a patient or something when I tan into Logan. He was also being discharged so we hung out. We eventually start walking around and we've gotta get past this big roller coaster. We think of just walking along the tracks but there's a section where they bend and we realize we couldn't get past that pet so we get down and go under. I realize that a bunch of people are losing their phones off the coaster and joke that you could make a decent living scrounging cell phones from here and re selling them. As I crawl around I find an Alton helmet and a Makarov too. Soon after logan walks away and I'm standing down the room as a black guy (looked like zeb c from work but wasn't him in the dream) comes around the corner. He asks me soemtning and pulls a gun and I return fire. We miss all our shots so I close knowing I've only got the one mag. I fire five shots point blank, all of which bounce off him (I knew this was a thing that could happen for some reason, like I was in a video game). I start running when he pulls an electric corded drill that's plugged into nothing but still works. I put on my Alton helmet and start running when I see an unloaded SKS. I grab it as I run and turn around and stick him with the bayonet but he's still coming. I get under a section of rollercoaster and use it like a wall as he keeps coming after me and I stab at him from under it. He produces an axe or machete and I dodge his swings as I keep stabbing. I'm yelling for Logan but he's long gone just walked away. Prior to this I was making some chicken sandwiches at home but home was sort of circular - like the rooms were all in a line around something. Like the outside of a spinning top toy. The fighting part was very tarkov like I guess?

8/20/23

awoke from a nightmare in the first time in I can't remember when. I was working at some fast food joint. I was helping in the dishwashing for some reason or something like that when some people arrived. One of them, a woman, kept making weird comments like she was gonna do something bad to me. Eventually she does that thing cops do where they put like one arm behind your back and keeps firmly telling me to "mix with the floor" while she's trying to push me down to make me part of the floor. Woke up with an actual "aah!" Prior in this dream I saw a friend I hadn't seen in a while (he moved).

8/22/23

Last night I dreamt that I was talking with some people (I can't remember where - I think it was a classroom) and I said that most people shouldn't climb Mount Everest, and that because it's such an exceptional mountain, only the most exceptional of climbers can climb it, and that's why the only people who've climbed Mount Everest that anyone should bother talking about are people who did it without oxygen tanks.

8/28/23

I was in some sort of steppe town or something. It's sort of segued from another dream which is important to know. I was me but my family wasn't my irl family, and the family I was visiting were some sort of semi distant relation (I'll say cousij for the sake of brevity). Anyway, I'm told that my little cousin is being bullied really badly by these other kids, and the family are sort of known assholes. The village is really hill-y, almost like something out of mount and blade. So I'm walking up the steps to assholes' house and the family patriarch is this guy I know named Art. I tell him very nicely because art is a nice guy that his grandkids need to be nicer and he throws his hands up and says "oh great just kill me now, they're so damn dramatic just talk to them yourself" so I say okay. My cousins' bullies are all like ten years old but they're little fucking shithead half breeds. Im with my baby cousin telling her to fight this one kid giving her trouble. She won't because there's like four of them. So I'm somehow now upstairs in these people's house and I'm talking to them. I'm there by myself, my cousin is back out in the car. I pulled out my carry gun and dropped the mag, cleared the chamber and held one in my hand and said "This is a 115 grain hornady critical defense hollow point. That means when I shoot you for fucking with my cousin more, this little thing makes a fist sized hole in your mongrel nigger body (these people all looked vaguely Asian so I don't know why I called them niggers). I would really prefer if we could solve this all peacefully. We don't have to love each other but I don't want to have to kill you." So the little shit kids sorta grumble and leave and one of them who's sorta their leader I guess gets all shucking and jiving and pulls out a weird ass pistol magazine but no gun and then leaves. I immediately interpret this as a threat. I go downstairs, recalling I have an AUG in the car which is a lot hotter than a handgun. As I get Downstairs I run into my irl friend Dalton who's just like, coming into town or something (I think the bully family lived in the Inn or something idk). Thankfully Dalton is based and I tell him I may be in deep shit, "might have to kill a motherfucker today," and need him to watch and cover me while I get to my car. Just have him watch and be looking for trouble, not actually drawn and firing the whole time. He goes fuck yeah dude anything you need and I say thanks. So I take a deep breath and walk outside down the little hill and get into the back of the car (me and a couple family members were traveling together I guess). My AUG is right there in the back seat so I somehow roll the back window down, tell them to drive now, and watch out the back window with the rifle as we drive away. I vaguely recall how I got the AUG. in the dream before this, I was in some sort of big war. It was weird because I knew it was video game like, but it felt like it was still important. Like we respawned and everything but it was still real war idk. I had a basically bone stock AUG after trading a comfy-to-me decked out M4 for it (which is odd because I wouldn't do that). Then the game ended and I sorta got in my car and left and that's how I ended up visiting my cousins or whatever in the steppe town.

8/29/23

Dreamt I was spending some time with Katharina. She says we have to "have a hard conversation." Oh no. She then goes on to explain how every paycheck, we'll each put $50 of it into our savings accounts. Several minutes later I ask her "I don't mean to sound like an asshole but I'm not sure I understand how that counts as a difficult conversation; could you clarify for me?" And then I woke up.

9/4/23

Dreamt I was watching a pro wrestling pay per view with two friends both of whom are women. One who I could see a future with, Katharina, that would be very good and the other who's just hot, Adina. Katharina tells me she's gonna head out, aww but okay. Adina tells me we can get the PPV at her place and go back and watch it. Oh yippee. Start heading back to hers but to get there we have to go through this massively convoluted public transport thing. I'm talking like one of those weird ass paintings with upside down staircases. Also includes you know that brand lime? In my dream they own large spaces people need to get through so they create floors with sections that move in opposite directions and you pay to make them stop, but only for you somehow. I just ran over it and kept myself from falling. Some old lady told me I should've paid and I called her a cunt sucker (as in a cunt and a sucker). Got separated from Adina somehow but I figured we would just meet back up. All of a sudden Kat taps me on the shoulder and says hi, weird seein each other here still. Says she got turned around at one of the stations and finally got back on the right staircase or whatever it was. I'm telling you this public transport system was fucking nutty. I say let's walk together, we're going in the same direction for a while. She smiles and says sure, sounds nice. So we do and she says something about how it's so nice to see me again and I say likewise. We kiss out of nowhere as we walk and keep doing so. We make it to the next stairway (still going same direction) and walk by it and sit down at this little bench next to it and I sit down and she sorta stands in front of me but leans against me. We both start to cry and say we love each other. Kiss again. Then I woke up.

9/18/23

I was walking around some sort of big grocery store with James and Alex and someone else. The other person mr and James had shopping carts Alex was doing his own thing. I kept telling the other person to slow down. I finally gave her my cart since it had nothing in it and took hers which had stuff in it and moved my few things from her cart tto mine since I had a few things in her cart. I told her to slow down and I don't shop so fast. Then I can't remember what happened to the cart but I was running around this giant open air freezer action ice skating on my feet and saw Alex and said hey.

My sister had built a set out of foam cups and craft supplies. It was just her and the cats and me. We were playing dungeons and dragons but I didn't know. For some reason I smashed it once. She was very upset. The next day I was fighting with the cats about my behavior and I told them I would not be lectured to by a fucking cat. I sat down with my sister and smashed something again. This was because nobody had told me we were playing a game and I can't understate how much that fucked with me. She was even more upset this time and I couldn't find her to apologize. We were in some sort of temple and somehow playing that DND game was going to get us a scroll. One of the guys I was playin with said I didn't deserve to get the benefits of tnt a roll because of my behavior and I agreed. They were runes they taught us about elemental bending in them and I was sort of like the avatar I think. I didn't get the benefits of it and instead the camera zoomed out and I saw him give someone the tubes for death instead of earth.

9/30/23

I was walking through this sparse woods (low density of trees but still not a clearing or anything) to find my friends with an AK. I was just looking for them because we got separated but I wasn't anxious or anything. So I'm walking with the rifle slung with one hand on it just to keep it from banging into me as I walk and I get to a small ridge overlooking a valley. (The more I think about it, the more I think I actually know this place - it's a few mile hike behind my house.) So I get to the ridgeline and look down and my friends are just chilling in the valley sitting down maybe 70 yards away. Before I can call out this bear walking on two legs runs into the camp and starts trying to kill them. I lay prone and dump the rifle at the bear and kill it. Drop the mag and reload, scan for a second, and it's clear. Scoot down the ridge to my friends and despite the bear at one point having someone in its jaws swinging them around everyone is unharmed and super chill. Not denying it happened but like "yeah it's over so everything is cool now. "Oh and I found it weird how everyone was so chill, but I sorta figured "well yeah I suppose it is over with so no reason still being anxious about it"

10/3/23

First I'm out hiking with a friend. I'm standing a few steps up on the stairs to this fire tower almost with a ranger and my buddy Griff is walking a bit away. Suddenly this rabbis opossum looking thing comes up and starts trying to attack us. I look at the ranger and he's all sad but says I've gotta shoot it. I do and feel bad so I decide to bury it. Ranger says he doesn't have a shovel but there's a trowel somewhere so I walk his little campsite complete with garden and try to find it. Eventually I do right as Griff gets back.

Next thing I'm on some sort of military base with friends as a civilian. At one point there's this really nasty ruck sack, but like a framed one, that has a port in it that everyone is laughing at and smelling because it smells horrid. We're all hanging out in this almost loading dock type area having a good time with a woman loads up and smacks me across the face hard. I ask her what the fuck and she says we've all got to LEAVE! There's suddenly an alarm blaring and nobody has any idea what's going on. I turn back after a few steps to make sure I've got my CC but I don't find my keys. We're all separated in the exiting but brought back together outside the building. Nobody is told what's going on but a bunch of people exiting the building are wearing OD T shirts and multicam pants, some of whom it looks right on and others it doesn't, and issued weapons. Nobody I know is part of that group including some people I know either in the dream or in real life are good at that shit. So we're all sort of milling about trying to figure out what's going on when my friend Griff gets mad at being so bored and takes a stick and throws it. He's sort of a floor above me but it's this weird construction site type deal where there's a bunch of it as like, scaffolding. But the good metal scaffolding. So I look up and he's part of a chain of people. He asks if I know jiu jitsu, and I say only what I've seen on UFC so no I don't want to be a part of. Whatever is going on because I'll just hold people back being unable to hold my own. He goes nah don't worry it's not like that, we're just having some fun so I say fuck it sure why not. Next thing I know a bunch of us are standing on a big circle drawn on the ground. Were told that we each have to push one person out of the ring using whatever fighting style we want. Everyone is on their own and everyone starts at once and the round ends once half the players have been pushed out. First bell rings and I don't have a target at the beginning but nobody's going after me. I pick out one kid, middling thin Asian guy, and bull rush him, grab him by the waist in a bear hug, and basically just keep bull rushing him out of the ring. Easy peasy. Bell rings and that's the end of round one. Those of us who won return to the circle line for round two. The whole time there's this sense of... Dread. Like we're playing games in a death camp to pass the time, but not so certain. More of "what the fuck is going on we might as well find a game to play because nobody is going to tell us anything." I remember in the dream having this feeling of a bomb, and the date having something to do with 9/11 but not being 9/11 - maybe it was just "is this going to be another date like 9/11 that people just know". Anyway, right before the bell rang for round two, I woke up.

[casspurrjoybell-21]

Pirate Chains - Volume 1 - Strong Tides

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter 26 - Angelic Confession - Part 2

Agenor

Nyx went still before his arms hugged me back. I kissed his temple.

"I'm always happier when you're around. I want you by my side"

He was silent at first and I thought nothing of it, until he mumbled...

"You left me behind."

I frowned, taken by surprise by his accusation. A slither of anger shot through me but it was drowned by the bubbly aura that had surrounded us from all the feelings talk.

"Why would you say that?" I asked, for once calm despite the situation.

"You left me behind," he insisted.

I would've glared at him but he was adorably tucked into the crook of my neck and I adored having him there. So I tightened my hold of him instead.

"We're on a ship. That's not even possible."

"You chained me," he said in a dejected tone.

"Then even when you came back you walked away and forgot about me."

"Wait."

This time I pulled him back enough to look him in the eye.

"I only chained you because I was afraid you might get hurt..."

"You didn't trust me, Agenor. That's why you restrained me."

"I was protecting you."

He looked unconvinced before he sighed and looked away.

"I'm too exhausted to disagree with you. Just forget about it."

"NO," I interrupted him.

"Stop avoiding me damn it. Just... listen."

Fuck, I don't want to scare him...

I breathed to calm myself and tried to convey what really happened. Fuck, I wasn't used to explaining my actions and it was too fucking difficult.

"When the raid started, I gave my orders to the crew but I couldn't focus on anything, I just had to find you. I wanted to make sure you'd be safe. But I couldn't keep you with me, I'm the captain and every enemy is aiming for my head. I'm a moving target and so would you be even you were by my side. So I brought you here..."

"Where you chained me and left me without anything to protect myself with."

I felt so damn guilty and his blaming look tore my heart that was for some reason beating heavily after all the feelings bouncing around on the cabin's walls.

"I made sure to push most of the enemy back on their ship. I also left people on guard but something happened and those two managed to get in. I tell you, the fates are worse than pirates. They're fucking bitches who love to torment the innocent. All in all, Nyx, it was a raid. Raids can get messy and I should've known better but..."

"You didn't trust me," he insisted as he stepped back, folding his hands over his chest.

"I know you didn't. Maybe you thought I'd betray you or that I'd escape or maybe... you just didn't care."

"That's not true."

For all my roughness, his accusation melted my blackened heart. Fuck, he was right though. Not that I didn't care but the fact that I couldn't trust him. I sighed and met those ocean-blue eyes again.

"I won't lie to you Nyx, I'm afraid you might try to escape from me."

I scoffed and added...

"With all the stunts you pulled since you got here, we both know you're more than capable."

He looked aside, unregretful yet pouting and a certain part of me pulsed.

"However, I never stopped protecting you. Or thinking about you, for that matter. You're mine. You're my fucking right and responsibility and I'll keep saying it until you get it."

His eyes scanned mine, looking for any sigh of a lie.

"Then..." he said, folding his arms.

He hesitated, before he asked...

"You're not bored of me yet?"

I frowned. Now I was confused.

"What are you talking about?"

He hesitated even more but I could see the next question burning to come out.

"And... you won't... share me?"

"My Lord, who the hell put these ideas in your head?" I asked irritated at the thought of someone causing this rift between us.

Hurt clouded his eyes and he looked away, as if remembering something upsetting. Or was it because I was yelling again?

Seriously, why the fuck would he start thinking that suddenly?

"Nyx, if you think about it, you're the one that never trusted me," I said, attempting to bring him to a better mood.

He raised a brow.

"Now I'm the one at fault?"

"Just think about it, first you thought I wanted to sell you as a slave, then you thought I was going to kill you and even challenged me, the pirate captain. Then the accusations about me wanting to cut you limbs."

"You admitted doing all those things to innocent people."

"They were hardly innocent. But I never got involved in slavery. It's a distasteful business."

"Still..."

"And I never did anything to lead you to think I wanted to do any of those things to you."

That gave him a pause, before he avoided my eyes and dismissed me with a shrug. Amused by his reaction, I continued.

"On the other hand, we have the things that you actually did. You tried to escape to your Regina, attempted to bribe Ace... what else? Ah, you took a stab at me. And, you punched me. The way I see it, I've never had the upper hand when it comes to you."

His eyes gazed at me.

"You're quite good at turning tables, you know?"

I smirked.

"It's a skill."

He rolled his eyes. I arched a brow when he didn't say more and eventually he mumbled...

"I am not proud of resorting to violence. I shouldn't have tried to stab you."

"The apology is only for the stab?"

He shrugged.

"You brought the rest on yourself."

I laughed and leaned in to take a bite of the spot under the collar.

"Awe. That hurts. What are you, an animal?"

I growled as a response. He gave me a puzzled look and elbowed me. I laughed wholeheartedly. My everything somehow became about him. All tides led to him. He was so fucking perfect.

[n1k1tty]

kiss me ! part 1

jake was definitely head over heals for your cold personality, and he wasn't going to let anyone take you. but heres the problem: he couldn't find a single way to keep a conversation with you. despite your scary demeanour, jake decides to man up and does everything out of his will to get you.

fluff, jake x reader, (not proofread)

jake was frustrated to know that many guys have been after you the second you stepped in that classroom doing the bare minimum.

hearing ‘wanna grab lunch with me?’ here and there somehow always made him ball his fist to prevent himself from being a problem. yet again he couldn’t blame other people for wanting to ask you out either. he even sometimes wished that you had rejected him so he could move on. although of course he didn’t really mean that.

because now he was wandering around the school looking for you while he was on a “bathroom break” during his soccer practice. he knew you always liked to stay at the school rooftops admiring the view while listening to music. not like he was stalking you or anything...

you turn your head to look at the person at the door "you again? when are you going to leave me alone? pervert" you scoff, kicking the little pieces of rocks as you avoid jakes eyes. it was almost the millionth time you've seen jake this day, and it was always for the same reason, to piss you off, well more like ask you out --which still pisses you off.

you weren't one to believe in love, or maybe just not yet. because you weren't even sure if you were capable enough to love someone. even the thought of having to be so sweet and touchy with each other grossed you out, and of all people, jake especially knew that. so why was he so determined to get you to fall in love with him?

you weren't one to believe in love, or maybe just not yet. because you weren't even sure if you were capable enough to love someone. even the thought of having to be so sweet and touchy with each other grossed you out, and of all people, jake especially knew that. so why was he so determined to get you to fall in love with him?

"hmmm maybe never?" jake chuckles at the sight of you rolling your eyes "then i'll move schools --countries if that's what takes for you to leave me alone" as you turn around and face him, eyes widened at the thin space between the both of you "and maybe i'll find you"

you raise your eyebrows "well that's borderline criminal act" you wander off "now sim jaeyun i think it's best for you to leave before you add up to my anger --i mean you already are. but wouldn't that be horrible?" jake's eyes follow you as you drag your feet "not really" he states "you're hot when you're mad"

you scoff out of disbelief, hitting him hard on his arm, looking away almost immediately as you trying to hide your heated face "shut up before i'll push you off this building" letting go of the grip you once had on his collar, "alright, alright sorry ma'am. but if you're really mad for whatever reason, come with me. i'll take you to a place" he suggests, offering his hand for you to take "you should be happy. i normally wouldn't even consider letting anyone know about my spot" he shoots you a grin

you take time trying to consider his offer, but as much as you don't want to stroke his ego about convincing you to go with him, you really needed something to release your anger "as long as you shut up about this" you give him a side glance "no promises" he sends a wink your way "ugh, fine"

he gently takes your hand as he drags you out of the school "can you jump over the wall?" jake looks at your flustered face "....no..?" you answer, making a line with your lips, causing him to let out a small chuckle "okay cutie, i'll help you up" you cringe at the nickname "call me that again and i'll break your neck" you step on his knee as he tries to boost you up "yeah that's right, keep going"

but as jake looks up he couldn't help but feel flustered, looking away "i made it!" you pant, hands resting on your knees as you wait for jake to come up as well. but after a few seconds of not hearing him, you call out his name, peaking your head over the wall "jake? i swear to god if you leave me out here i'm killing you"

"n-no i didn't leave you" he stutters, trying to collect himself from being a flustered mess "then come up here! the sun is setting, you wouldn't want to miss it"

"y-yeah it's just that i uh, i saw.....your....you know?" he explains, his hands not knowing what to do "you saw my what!?" you shrieked "no no it's okay i looked away!" he reassures you "ugh, just- just come up here!" you yell, already walking ahead as you try to cool down your heating face "so pink aye?" jake jokes, catching up to you

"SIM JAEYUN!" you yell, kicking him on his ass "ow! okay sorry!"

jake was resting his head on his hands, watching as you play with the small puddle while watching the sunset, not even an hour in, jake panics as he sees the amount of missed calls from riki "oh shit! my soccer practice!"

--

the following days after that, almost everything remained the same, jake continuously teasing and flirting with you, you getting in trouble for the littlest things, never coming home until the latest of the hour. but yet again, almost everything remained the same

you were now in denial of your feelings towards sim jaeyun. it would hurt too much of your pride to actually admit it, because after all, you've always told sim jaeyun you hated him.

you groan "jake, there's a reason why i'm failing english, okay? just accept the fact that i'm the worst" you bury your head on the pages of your book, seated across jake at the back of the library "i didn't even ask for you to help me! i simply just asked for your notes that just happened to have a first grader's hand writing" he scoffs, a little taken back by your sudden insult on his hand writing "thanks? i know you didn't ask for help, i just wanted to do this with you so that you don't get detention for not knowing proper english" he explains, handing you another sheet of paper with an 54 circled on the right corner "seriously y/n? 54? come on, one last set of questions and i'll take you to the new cafe just across the street"

and almost immediately, you bring your head up, grabbing the pen and taking the set of questions. making jake giggle "y/n, just say that you like me, you know i'm not going to reject you-- ow!" you smack him on the head with the pencil "that's absolute nonsense!" you whisper with a harsh voice, digging your face on the note book as you try to cover the little smile you had on your face

i think it was safe to say you got 4 out of 10 right, causing you to almost have a mental breakdown at the library "i can't do this sim" you groan "i think you just need a break yeah? wanna head to the cafe?" jake stands up to pack your stuff, giggling at the sight of your head still buried in between the pages of the book "c'mon y/n" he kneels beside you "get up, let's go to that cafe"

you've never felt your pride hurt as much as this did, having to show jake how bad your were at english, him having to tutor you without you asking for help, and jake bringing you to the cafe even though you weren't even remotely close to getting at least 6 right

and you weren't exaggerating when when you say jake had to drag you all the way to the cafe "hi! what can i get for you today sir?" the girl says, the obvious heart eyes she has for him pissing you off even more "hi yeah i'd like to have a caramel machiatto" he responds politely, smiling at the obvious glare you held at the girl, poking out your tongue after she was called by the manager, an old lady replaces her "anything else for your girlfriend--" before you could correct her, jake immediately speaks up "she'll have (drink)"

he smiles at the old lady before paying "i'm sending you money later whether you like it or not" you roll your eyes "and i'll send it back" he holds your waist as he leads you to a table, causing your heart to beat 10 times faster "yeah? well i'll send it back to you again! i'll keep doing it until you die!" he scoffs at you "as if!"

--

even after multiple attempts of trying to make jake ask you out, the boy who you thought was so smart couldn't take a single hint at all.

but in jake's defence, you were a little bad, considering how bad you were with boys, he vividly remembers that one time when you were trying so hard to make him jealous by talking to other guys. he even laughed as you struggled to keep up with a conversation.

or that other time when you tried to hold his hand just to do something romantic just for once but ended up letting go because he wouldn't stop teasing you about it. he still took your hand, yet he never asked you out still.

"you okay darling?" your mother asks, taking a quick glance at your droopy form leaning on the counter as you wait for her to finish cooking "is it a boy?" she teases, making you perk your head up "i knew it!" she gives you an endearing smile as she gives you a plate with eggs on it, a heart shaped ketchup placed on the top of the egg "mom!" you whine

"okay fine, it is a boy. but don't tell dad" you whisper, smiling once she zips her lips "what's his name?" she asked, tilting her head as she leans on the counter in front of you "jake"

"jake?! i love jake! you should invite him over sometime" she squeals "he's a nice guy, i'm sure he wouldn't hurt you, so what's bothering you?" you sigh, taking a sip of the water "he likes me, it's like the whole world knows. but he just keeps on flirting with me and never actually tries to ask me out" you pout, aggressively taking a bit of the scrambled eggs, making your mother chuckle "oh baby, i'm sure it'll happen soon. just give him some time! unless if you're that impatient, then maybe you should try considering to be the one who makes the first move" she walks away, heading upstairs

no, as much as you hate it, that would hurt too much of your pride. so you decided to wait.

--

summer just had started and you couldn't even explain how much you hated the heat. staying under the shade 70% of the time whenever you went out with jake and his friends "guys! i have an announcement" jay yells, you were currently over at jay's house, just having a little party with just the 8 of you "my father booked us a trip to hawaii"

"WHAT?!"

part 2

— HEY 👵🏽 so i decided that this would be a multiple part story bcs i didnt want it to be too long!

i haven’t written the second part yet, but hopefully i’d have it done before tuesday

feel free to ask if you want to be tagged once the second chapter is out!

this has been n1k1tty! see ya!

[moonshineboyz]

[17:40]

Pairing: volleyball player!Juyeon × volleyball player! fem reader

Genre: Smut, enemies with benefits

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, rough/hate (?) sex, usage of the word slut, mentions of choking and spanking, lowkey public sex, brief fingering

a/n: i know juyeon is not holding a volleyball but let's just pretend. i got this idea from listening to lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off by panic! at the disco 🤠 i'm not sure if i like the ending but,,, (@annyeongffs enjoy bb)

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“Okay guys, let’s wrap up for today. Both teams did great!” The coach called and everyone got out of their positions, stretching out the tense muscles and walking out of court. “Nuh uh, minus you two Juyeon and Y/N.” He called again making you stop in your tracks. “You’re gonna take the volleyballs and net to the equipment room and pump up the basketballs. That’s what you get for arguing and swearing at each other every five minutes even during practice.”

You cursed under your breath sending a death glare towards Juyeon, who just looked at you expressionless. ‘Stupid son of a bitch.’

The coach left the court with the remaining of your team mates that waved at you from afar. You waved back and went to collect the scattered balls letting the boy get the net, since he was taller.

“If you weren’t so annoying, I could be going to my dorm right now.” He said when you walked past him on your way to the equipment room. You thought in giving a rude reply but bit your tongue not to curse back at him, already feeling your blood boil. “I'm talking to you.” You turned on your heel to face him.

“What do you mean? It’s your fault! You were throwing the ball too far for me to catch it in time!” You snarled.

“Isn’t it the whole point? Make the ball touch the floor on your adversary's side? I think you're just complaining because you're not that good of a player." Juyeon had just finished getting the net out of the first pole and glared at you with a raised brow. He really was getting under your skin.

"For your information, I'm the second best in the female team. I just can't deal with bullshit coming from a jerk like you."

Fuming, you turned your back again, walking away to fight back the temptation of throwing one of the balls in your arms directly at his annoying handsome face. Juyeon knew exactly how to get on your nerves and you couldn't stand having to be in the same room with him for too long without getting annoyed or bickering.

You were looking into the lockers searching for a second air pump, since there wasn't any other way and you had to pump up the balls, the best option was to you two do it separately so you could go home as soon as possible. While you were at it Juyeon entered the equipment room bringing the net and you quickly thought of a way to get yourself out of that situation.

"Here, the air pump." You handed him the object, to which he accepted but kept looking at you puzzled. "I didn't find another one, so, you do it."

"And what you're gonna do?"

"Go home!? What else do you expect me to do? Blow out the balls like they're balloons?" Your eyes rolled at how he scoffed at you, arms crossing in front of your body.

"I mean, I know something else you'd like to blow." A cheeky grin grew on his lips and past scenes of his dick on your mouth flashed through your mind.

“Shut the fuck up, will you? You’re so fucking annoying.” You raised your voice taking the boy aback for a moment, your jaw clenched and brows furrowed. “I can’t even stand looking at y-"

The words died at your throat as Juyeon dropped the air pump to grab your jaw firmly, pushing you up against the nearest wall. He was close, his tall figure towering over yours as he looked down at you with dark eyes.

“If you want to yell at me so bad, then I'll give you a reason to do so.” He muttered through gritted teeth and you could feel he was getting mad as well.

“Fuck you.” You scoffed trying to masquerade the fact that your heart was beating fast.

“Oh, you just did on semi-finals night, darling.” Juyeon let go of your face to brush his knuckles against the skin of your cheek, trailing south till it reached the side of your neck. You wished you didn’t shiver at the light touch, making it obvious to him that you enjoyed it. “Speaking of which, where have you been these past weeks? Were you too busy with that asshole from the basketball team?”

You didn’t even notice when you started to hold your breath but you were already feeling intoxicated by the low tone of his voice, knowing exactly what he was implying. His longs fingers wrapping around your throat not helping at all, and you thanked the sound of your racing heart wasn’t audible.  

“Why? Jealous much?” It took everything in you to let that out in a disinterested voice, sticking to an attitude not to let him win in any circumstance.

“C'mon, doll, you know I'd never date you; this is just for the fun. You’re just someone to hook up with.” He took a step closer, few inches away to press his body against yours. His skin was still glistening from the after practice sweat and you could almost say he looked hot, even though your mouth told otherwise.  

“And that’s all you can get after all. You’re good in bed but you’re as charming as a rock. No surprise you’re single.” Juyeon quirked a brow, his eyes dark as ever.

“Aw, you’re not attracted to me? Yeah, keep lying to yourself, darling. This is the most fun you can have besides taking your clothes off, isn’t it?” His breath fanned at your lips as the grip on your throat tightened, making him chuckle when a small moan dared to scape you. “Gosh, I really missed your pretty little pussy swallowing my dick and you screaming my name.”

You hated Juyeon to the moon and back with your whole being. He was arrogant, full of himself and egocentric, but what you hated the most was the fact that he knew how to touch you and make you feel things in a way you’d never experienced before, and you’d never admit that out loud. You'd never admit to his face how you also missed him pounding into you while you hooked up with other guys.

It was hard to recall when or even how you two started having this type of relationship, an 'enemies with benefits' kind you could say, because you clearly weren’t friends at all. You would pay not to have to spend the practice time looking at his face, and Juyeon would rather die than bumping into you in the hallways.  

But both couldn’t deny the sexual tension, and maybe that’s what led you to it, or maybe that was only a tactic to release stress, and you just happened to be there for each other. What’s a better way to calm your nerves than fucking your enemy? The sex was great after all and you couldn’t name any other boy who has ever made you cum so hard. Perhaps the hate towards each other really did add fuel to the fire and made things more interesting, competing who could make the other orgasm the fastest.

"I hate you so much." You said trying not to moan again when Juyeon pressed his torso against yours, sneaking his knee between your thighs, to which you rolled your hips grinding down on it.

"It's reciprocal, I just like to fuck you dumb." His hands went to your waist, grabbing hard and pulling you more into him. You were already melting at the tip of his fingers and didn't think twice before crashing your lips together and tugged at his hair with force as he moved his leg to cause more friction on your core. His big hands roaming all over your body roughly and squeezing your ass. A hiss came out of Juyeon's lips when you scratched his back underneath the shirt, sure to leave red marks. "Don't start a game you know you're gonna lose."

Juyeon pulled you by the wrist to the old desk to careless bend you over it. You couldn't lie saying you didn't like how everything was rough with him, it made a shiver run down your spine every time he kissed you hard and pulled your hair as you cursed at him digging your nails into his skin. He never cared about whether or not he was leaving bruises on your hips, neck and inner thighs, but neither did you. You secretly enjoyed admiring them later in the mirror.

“Here? Really?”

“It’s not like we haven’t done this before. Plus, everyone left, you can scream all you want.” A hand came down hard on your right ass cheek making you yelp. Another smack on the left side and you winced in pain arching your back. “You look good in the team's uniform, but look even better when I'm filling you up.”

He massaged your ass before harshly pulling your tight shorts down to your ankles and you stepped out of them, feeling his hands travel up your legs and holding your hips to press his hard on on your clothed core. You sighed grinding against him, your mind already getting hazy.

The boy brought you up to leave hungry kisses down your neck and bit on the curvature. Your breath hitched when his short nails raked the skin of your belly and you let your head rest on his shoulder, closing your eyes lost in the sensations. “Now tell me, is it still me that makes you sweat? Did you think of me when you were in bed with them?” He growled in your ear biting your lobe, making you grind harder.

“Not even for a second, didn’t even cross my mind.” Lucky you your mouth worked faster than your body so you didn’t dumbly nod agreeing with him. “You’re good but not the best.” You weren’t even ashamed in lying.

Juyeon let out a dark chuckle and grabbed your throat while the other hand squeezed one of your breasts. “We both know I've got a hotter touch, a better fuck than any guy you’ll ever meet. Or else you wouldn’t be coming back begging for my cock whenever you feel horny.”

“You wish.”

“Then why are you still here?” He teased licking your neck and smirked when you shuddered.

“Didn’t you say you missed my pussy? Then fuck me already.” You huffed impatient to which his only answer was to rub circles in your clit over your damp underwear. Juyeon pushed you back to bend over the desk, quickly and roughly pulling your panties down that you’d had stumbled if you were standing straight. “You’re gonna rip my panties, you asshole.”

He scoffed, slapping you once again. “You didn’t complain the other times I did.” His hand palmed himself through the shorts while the other went to your core, fingers playing with your wet folds. You whimpered when he slid one digit inside and added a second right after already moving, making your back arch. “Think I need to remind you that you’re just a fuck toy, not some porcelain doll. They must’ve treated you so nicely, but you like it rough, don’t you?”

Juyeon removed his fingers from you and pulled his own shorts down just enough to free his member and teased your slit with the tip, making you bite your lip in anticipation. Your breath got cut short when he gripped your waist and pushed in in one quick thrust, his cock disappearing into your warmth and your pussy clenched at the feeling of every inch of him stretching you open.

He didn't give you time to even take a deep breath and started moving in a fast pace, grabbing your hips with force. You could feel your whole body getting hot, sweat starting to form on your temples, skin prickling. "How someone so annoying like you have a pussy so good?" He groaned giving a hard, sharp thrust making you gasp and lifted your right leg to put over the desk. You were there so open for him; bent over that he could do anything. And you enjoyed every part of it.

Breathy moans were leaving your lips mixing with obscene wet sounds from your dripping cunt and his hips slamming yours recklessly now, going deeper and deeper inside you. Juyeon was holding you so strong and digging his nails in your skin that you were sure it'd leave bruises. "F-fuck, Juyeon!" You screamed out when he pulled almost all of his length out just to pushed it back in with a quick motion. He smirked to himself and kept repeating it, just to see you writhe and lose your mind.

His hand pulled your ponytail to which you winced but couldn't contain a moan. Your knuckles were turning white holding onto the desk for dear life as Juyeon completely rammed into you. "Not so talkative right now, huh?" He grabbed both your arms, pinning them behind your back with his own hands. "Look at you clenching so desperately. Gonna cum on my cock like a good slut?" His voice was low, watching your whole body shake as you approached your high, loud and breathy sounds escaping your lips.

You came crying out his name, shaking violently and trying to roll your hips back to get more of him. Juyeon pulled out slowly, feeling your walls fluttering and you whimpered at the emptiness. Even though you were sensitive, Juyeon's dick was so good that it never failed to make you want more and more.

A last sigh left you before you got pushed to your knees facing his cock. "Now be the good little slut and you are and put this mouth to a better use."