#short series

[scarletlizzard]

Sessions

Summary: You have a shadow. A presence, a stalker, who has been haunting you. Is this shadow real? Or is it someone your mind has conjured up to help you cope with your mundane reality? With the help of a familiar psychiatrist, you find out if you've blurred the lines of delusion and reality or if your shadow really does exist.

Parings: psychiatrist wanda x female reader

Tags Minors DNI: stalker, dark fic, multiple mentions of mental illness/disorders, mention of weapons (gun, knife), eventual smut (I'll tag that specific post)

Part 1: Get Help

Part 2: Remembering

Part 3: Acceptance

Part 4: Cat and Mouse

Epilogue

A/N: Thanks for reading! Any comments or thoughts are greatly appreciated 💚

[neonovember]

hiiii

could you write carmy x reader where she’s a high school friend and carmy always had a crush on her (but he thought she had a crush on mikey) ???? like maybe richie brings her up, and that she’s still in town and SINGLE and carmy gets red like a tomato and ??? richie makes her visit the beef and candy almost has a heart attack?? idk give me some in love carmen !!

pretty pleaseee and thank u

so I got this request and I immediately thought of swim by chase atlantic, and specifically the line that goes;

“I’ve been drowning for a minute, your body keeps pulling me in” 

And holy shit if that isn’t Carmen in his denial-in-love with a long time friend era, I don't know what is. Carmen tries too hard to forget you, but you've marked permanently, you've ruined him for anyone else so can you blame him for waiting for you all this time?

Seriously though this request was so good! I got a bit carried away and turned into a 2 part series that may or may not have drabbles added to the universe…I really hope this isn't just a load of word vomit you don't want to read lmao. I just love their dynamic so much, and also FRIDAY DINNERS AT THE BEEF IS CANON OKAY.

Golden Boy

part one of 2

warnings: miscommunication (i know i'm sorry), friends to lovers, carmen and the reader have horrible communication skills and don't know how to call, angst, anxiety

a/n: part two will be up hopefully tomorrow so look out! it may or may not include a smut scene 😈

p.s, listen to swim whilst reading this you'll thank me later

You sat hunched in the tight enclosure of the classroom desk chairs, the once loud conversations fluttering across the huddled groups of classmates and friends that stood against tables and chairs now coming to a standstill.

The air of anxious trepidation falls across the atmosphere of the damp classroom, the windows that had been opened to let the air in felt thin as you and the rest of the students you had known for half a decade waited for that familiar ring of the bell.

The bell that would solidify your last day in this classroom, in these run down halls, in the school you had first stumbled into anxious and oblivious at thirteen. 

Your heart ached at the nostalgia of it, and you can't bear to cast your gaze to your friends who had begun to sniffle, like they were holding back tears, the grandfather clock your geography teacher insisted on keeping ticked on as it always did, and whilst you had spent years burning holes through the glass, willing for it to go faster, your one dying wish is for the seconds to tick by in minutes. 

You weren’t ready, it ran straight through you, all this time leading up, from when you had first learnt your desire to pursue architecture till the moment you finished that last sentence on your final exams, you felt you would be filled with joy at the sound of your true departure into adulthood and college.

And yet, you felt like a kid again, learning how to ride a bicycle without the training wheels, trying to reach the fifth monkey bar, falling headfirst into the dirt ground of the field when you had thought you were more flexible then you truly were. 

You didn’t want to leave, you didn't want to leave this place, this place of memories and friends and people you knew and loved. And it was as if God was listening, cause the resounding echo of the school bell rang through the halls and it was as if he said ‘fuck you anyway’.

You gather the haphazard books and papers laying across your desk, you had purposefully delayed packing in order to waste as much time in this memory as possible, before adulthood would take it away and make it something of the past. You hear your friends calling your name, and you tell them to go ahead as you make your way to your teachers desk.

“Hey Mr Jefferson” You say to your teacher has begun to bid goodbye to the leaving students

Your teacher looks up at you with a tight smile, sadness washes over the wrinkles and creases of her features, her auburn hair falling in short waves at her shoulder and her olive lipstick wearing down. You have to swallow to stop the tears from dropping. Your Geography teacher, whilst not teaching Art, had been the catapult to realizing your fascination with Architecture and design. She had even helped tell your parents, who had been set on the idea of you going into Law or Medicine or anything other than creative arts. 

“You’ll do amazing, I believe it because I see how hard you try. Don’t look back at this place, leave with the door wide open and come back only when you want to design me a house” Your Teacher replies with a grin, and before you can reply shes shuffling through her drawers, before pulling out a sketchbook that has been aged and stained with use over the years.

“What’s this?” You ask, twisting the book in your hand, it was good quality, despite being old, it felt like an heirloom.

“It’s one of my sketchbooks I had during college, maybe some of my late night sketches fuelled by coffee and donuts might inspire you”

“I couldn't possible-”

“Yes you could, hell whatever you create will probably be 10 x greater than whatever is in there” Your teacher cuts you off with a chuckle, and you hug the notebook tight against your chest before hugging her goodbye.

You step into the familiar walls of your high school hallways, crowds of seniors running to find their friends and hug them for possibly the last time, test papers and report cards left trampled on the ground, it's chaos, but you love it and the sight almost pulls tears down your waterline.

You walk towards your locker, before you recognize the familiar wisps of blond curls catch your eyesight. Carmen.  You considered him one of your closest friends, bonding together over a love of game** and your equal hatred of your Period 4 Calculus teacher.

Carmen didn't have much when I came to be friends, and after he met you, it didn't really get to him anymore, he had you now, and you were more than enough. Over the years you had gotten close to every part of Carmen's life, Mickey, Richie, Sugar, they were all people you regarded as family.

But there was something unsaid between the both of you, it was like there was something beyond friendship, but the embers had just gathered and had left unignited.

He’s gathering his things from his locker, shoving them into a bag in that messy way he is, and he slams the locker with a jolt.

You're standing stationary in the middle of the hallway, classmates and other seniors running by you in confusion, your friends calling your name annoyed, but it's all muffled, it all doesn't matter because it's Carm and god your heart aches so bad. 

You see Carmen and he sees you, stopping a few meters away from you, and a moment of recognition washes over him as he gazes with those cerulean blues. There's grief in the way you look at each other, tears streaming down your cheek as you try to smile at him, realising this might be the last time you see him, forever, off to an Art school in New York, leaving him behind. You feel like your heart is being ripped from your chest and he shakes his head, his eyebrows scrunching up as he steps closer so that he’s only a whisper from you.

He brings his hand up, brushing a strand and tucking in behind your ear, eyes strained as he wipes your tears away painfully. He moves closer, so that his breath is against your neck and whispers

“Thought you told me you'd punch me in the stomach if I cried on the last day” Carmen whispers into your eyes with a grin that breaks through the tears that cause his eyes to swirl in colour's of waves.

His words make you laugh and cry at the same time, and you shake your head as you reach for his arm, and playfully hit your stomach with it. Carmen rests it against your waist, looking up to you in a pained expression, his eyes shift to the notebook grasped tight in your hands

“New sketchbook? That..doesn't look new” Carmen says, turning his head to examine the old book more closely.

“One of Mrs Jefferson’s, her sketches are..their fucking amazing” You sigh, running your hand across the folded spine of the sketch book.

“Thought teachers weren't meant to have favourites” Carmen shoots out, a playful grin on his lips

“Hmm, well they aren't supposed to tell you exactly” You banter with a giggle, you flick through the pages of the book, half drawn sketches in grey lead and ballpoint, Carmen tracing his fingers gently across the ingrained lines and shades.

“God you're something, you know that?” Carmen says, all of a sudden, and when you look up you realise he’s been staring at you the entire time.

“Bear..” You breathe out.

“I don't know how I'm going to-, I, it's all so much” You exhale, waving your arms around this place that has held so many memories, so much of your past kept in the creaks and cracks of plastered walls and lockers

“You're the only person in this goddamn place that's going to make something out of themselves, I bet my entire life on it Bug. You're going to do amazing, in that big city, you’re going to show em’' Carmen replies, grasping you against his touch tight. You look up at him, trying to memorise every dip and curve of his features, the curl of his hair that shone honey in the sun, those eyes that were always searching, and the small cut on his forehead where he fell off his skateboard that one summer evening.

“Don’t say goodbye”

“Okay” Your tongue feels like deadweight in your mouth. what if i never see you again?

“You say goodbye and it's the end. Just..don’t” I can't breathe carmy.

You can’t stop yourself from wrapping your arms around him, pressing your nose into his shirt to smell the scent of patchouli and cigarettes he always carried, you want to tell him to come with you, to pack an overnight bag and run with you forever, but the words don’t taste right when you try to speak and you see yourself letting him go, and turning away with a shaky step.

Turn back Carmen whispers, so softly that only the gods above and the wind around him can hear it

You feel an urge to turn back, it speaks to you from within, and before you can stop yourself, your neck cranes, turning your body to get one last look at your golden boy before time would take him forever. 

Time would age him into a memory forever.

Carmen feels this tension leave his shoulders at the same time his heart shatters, you will find each other again, even if it was in another universe, where you're sitting across from each other at the kitchen table, going over groceries together with the afternoon light casting its glow across you. He will find you, he will find you and he won’t let go this time. 

*

“Honestly Ma, it’s fine, I’ll get the movers to come in a little early”. You groan into the phone pressed to your ear, papers and unresolved bills are left scattered across your dining room table and you have this itch that's begun to turn chronic somewhere you can’t reach.

You take a moment to look around your apartment, now barren of furniture, and filled instead with boxes of badly organised stuff you've accumulated over the years. This place, albeit small, had been your home ever since you stepped out of the yellow cabbed taxi on your first day in New York, and whilst it wasn't pretty, you felt a pang of guilt leaving it all behind. These walls had seen you through it all, the late night study cram’s, the breakdowns, the accomplishments, the one night stands. You'd miss her, but maybe you were just a nostalgic person.

You’ve made a life in New York, but you felt misplaced, like pieces of yourselves were scattered across the states. Chicago kept a part of you, and it was only when you had gotten the chance to move back home, did it click. You missed your city. And you had cut your lease and emptied out the last of your savings without a second thought.

Now all that was left was tying up loose ends and making the trip down. It was funny, in a way. You had run to New York to pursue architecture, and it brought you back to the very same place you had left, there was a certain trepidation when you thought of Chicago, it held so much of your past, in its city streets and evergreen trees, and you don’t know if you were quite ready to face those memories again.

*

It still smelled the same. You itch your nose, sniffling against the blooming scent of cocoa and caramel from the Chicago roads, all this time, and all that you can tell is how it still smelt like maple leaves and chocolate. It was comforting, and it felt like the warm embrace of a childhood friend that had stayed sitting on the corner of your suburban street corner all this time.

“Thank you Mae, really, I got the call last minute in New York to come back here and if it weren't for you, I’d be moving back into my old bedroom at my parents” You reply, gratitude filling every word. It was true, your friend had swooped in the second you called, fixing you up with a lease and an apartment with her realtor links. She came in a clutch, and she had made you promise to never leave her again in exchange.

“Oh shush doll, of course. This is probably payment for all the times I’ve crashed at yours anyway” Mae winks, the bracelets on her wrist clinking against each other. She didn't look like a typical realtor, more like a bohemian solo-traveller with her filly skirts and auburn red hair.

“I’m not going to let a degree transform my entire wardrobe, my clothes are antiques, their heirlooms, they tell a story” 

She had told you once, one late night on the rooftop of your New York apartment, sipping cheap wine and passing a blunt between you both. You wish you had known yourself as much as she did then.

She had visited you a couple times in New York, coming up for work and spending the time at yours instead of spending thousands on an Airbnb, but it had been a while since you've seen her, and all of a sudden you remember how much you missed her laugh.

“I’ve got some time to spend before it’s all hand on deck” You reply, placing the last of your boxes onto the empty wooden floor of the living room.

“Oh yeah? Can’t believe you’re gonna design a whole building on Michigan Av’, your a fucking inspiration Bug” Mae sighs in adoration, and you giggle, the feeling of embarrassment filling you at the mention of your reason back home.

You never got used to the praise and adoration you received over the years, despite your many accolades and awards, you still felt like that hopelessly broke architect student giving up lunch to pay rent. You didn’t remember when things started to change. When did things start to change?

“You know, if you’ve got time, you should check out the Farmers Market near River North” Mae replies, whilst flicking through her phone

“The one on Division Street?” You reply, you had a faint memory of the long strip of stalls filled with fresh produce, food and the rest of the little trinkets that were sold since you were born on the pleated table cloth of sheltered booths.

“That’s the one, this guy named Samson? Makes the best fucking bearclaw in the entire United States. Tell him you're a friend of mine and he'll hook you up…you know since you can't afford it” Mae replies playfully, and you roll your eyes with a laugh.

“Yeah yeah, you hook up with him or something?” You poke back, Mae had the tendency to know everyone in Chicago, from the mailman to the old woman you’d see feeding the bids on a park bench.

“Yeah, actually I did. Not like you could relate, how long has it been, hm?” Mae replies, stepping forward to whisper down at your pants.

“I’m so sorry she hasn't been taking care of you. What are you, mummify her?” Mae looks up from her crouched position with a raised eyebrow.

“Ugh, you know I've been too busy to think about that. She’s gonna have to be patient” You reply, you don’t want to think about how long it has actually been, since you've had any type of release. But the tension has begun to weigh on your shoulders as time went on and you fear it might become something you can’t ignore.

You begin to move some boxes into your bedroom, thanks to your planning your large furniture such as your bed and coach, had been moved into the apartment before the rest of the things had got here, so at least you wouldn't be sleeping on a mattress on the floor. Changing into a pair of dark jeans and a short sleeve top, you loop an embroidered handbag onto your shoulder.

“So, you coming?” You call to Mae, who’s begun to fill your fridge with the groceries she's swung by with.

“Sure would Bug, but got a call to come in. I’ll come by again later this evening though?” Mae replies, with a grunt as she lifts the 2 litre bottle of milk onto one of the drive shelves.

“Yes please, I’m dying for a glass of wine”

“And a blunt” Mae replies, snickering at the way you roll your eyes at her.

Mae offers to drop you off, but you wave her off, telling her you wanted to see a little more of your hometown. You needed some fresh air that wasn't the coffee and smoke scent of the New York streets.

The walk to the Farmers market was a short one, but you felt like you were wading through a current. By the way the memories of your past began to resurface as you passed the streets and shops. Every corner holds a part of you, and you have to rush by your old school to stop the pang of pain that surprises you. You weren't an emotional person, but god it was almost as if you were hanging by a thread the second you touched down on Chicago. 

What was causing this? You felt like you were holding your breath as you stepped through the fallen autumn leaves marking the sidewalk, the gentle sun on your back, what were you waiting for?

You tear yourself from your thoughts momentarily when you catch the looming buildings that had been built on ions ago, the infrastructure of Chicago still enamoured you, in a way that couldn't be beaten by even New York’s impossible skyscrapers.

There was a charm to it, each of the buildings felt like you were stepping into a different decade, they had been the stepping stones to a lot of the infrastructure and architecture that spread into other cities. You felt like you were at the start of it all every time your eyes trailed across the facade and arcades of the century old stone buildings.

Without realising, you had finally made it to the Farmers Market, the constant stream of people coming in and out with boxes of produce or hauling wooden antiques with very audible grunts. You can’t stop the smile stretching your face as you step through the embroidered banner at the front of the street.

Despite the many different stalls and food around you, you don't feel overstimulated. This was your home, you felt like you belonged, like a name scratched into wet cement, remaining ingrained for years no matter the seasons that came. 

You go over the haphazard list of things you wanted to look for in your mind, but you're caught off guard by a stall that seemed to be huddled by patrons. You step towards it, and as people move aside you see the blooming flowers and carefully wrapped banquets in woven wooden baskets to the side of the stall. A short woman with light brown curls is standing at the front, taking down orders with a grin, whilst a rather tall man behind her makes quick work to wrap delicate orders into soft brown parchment paper tied with string. 

And all of a sudden the need to buy pink tulips becomes your first priority. The woman at the front looks familiar, but you can't quite put your finger on where you've seen her, but as you walk up to the front her face morphs into familiar as she looks up at you in surprise.

“As I live and breathe” She says your name with a screech and it's her voice that pulls her name to your mouth. Adeline, a close friend from senior year who’d taught you how to crochet and pick a lock.

“Bug? How've you been? What brings you back to town?” Ade replies after telling the man behind her your order without you even saying a thing. 

“Tulips, pink ones right?” Ade grins, and you have to let out a chuckle at how you haven't changed even a little.

“Got invited to join in designing a new building on Michigan Avenue, so I'll be back for a while-”

“Michigan Avenue? Holy shit Bug! You’re making moves, knew you always were special” Adeline replies with a gushing smile and you rush to reply with the same adoration

“Are you kidding, look at this line” You motion to the increasing line of people forming at Adeline's stall.

“People love their flowers” Adeline replies with a shrug before you shake your head vehemently

“No, they love your flowers, and for good reason, look at these” You gush, pressing your face into the bundle of tulips that had been handed to you.

“They only look that good because Henry's so good at wrapping them” Adeline replies with a laugh, her eyes flicking to the brown haired man dressed in corduroy behind her. A look passes between them that tells you there was more than love between them.

“Henry huh?” You reply with a grin, and the man is quick to introduce himself, and you don’t ignore the cold press of an encrusted band on his ring finger as he shakes your hand with a soft smile.

And it's as if Adeline reads your mind and she slips her left hand in yours, looking up at you with a teary grin.

“Yes, yes I know, I should've called, and I’m so sorry-”

You press yourself against her, leaning over the stall to wrap your arms around her. You whisper words of congratulation, shutting down any words that hinted at you being mad at her.

It wasn't her fault, it should be you she's mad at, you hadn’t really made that much of an effort to keep in contact with your friends back at home, and the reality of it weighed on you heavy now, you had missed so many milestones of your loved ones, all to chase your own dreams in New York.

You felt like you were constantly playing catch up, and you couldn't lie when a strange feeling crept up at the thought of your friends moving on with life. You were so incredibly happy for Adeline, and you were even more elated when she had told you of the Wedding in April that you had to come to. 

But that didn't stop that same strange feeling of being behind everyone else, you had spent so long climbing the ladder to wear what you wear now, relationships and love weren't even a thought, you filled your nights with studying and drawing and the occasional fling, but nothing more. And now doubts had begun to creep in, had you missed out? 

Watching everyone around you get married and have kids whilst you were still drawing buildings in that same sketchbook your teacher had given you 8 years ago. You’re not looking as you walk past the many stalls of the Farmers market, and it is your thoughts again that causes you to accidentally stumble into the hard muscle of a man back. You feel yourself falling, before arm's reach out, grabbing you quickly to stop you from ending flat on your face. 

You breath out a sigh of relief, shaking a head at your clumsiness

“God, ‘m so sorry, I’ve just been in my head, I wasn’t looking where i was going-”

“Holy fuck” Your quick to spit an apologetic thanks, you haven't even looked up to see who you've dubbed into, and when the sound of surprise meets your ease you look up, only to be remain stone faced with your mouth left open.

“Richie?” You say, the shock of it is still in the air. You hadn't expected to see him in Chicago, or maybe you did and it was sooner than you thought.

“When did you get back? Holy shit, thought we wouldn't see you again” Richie replies with a smile

“Yeah uh, came down for some work for a little while. How, uh How are things” You reply with a squeak, you can’t bear to say what you're thinking and Richie nods, a look of acknowledgement in his face. Mickey’s death had shaken you, it had changed you in its own way, and you still grief him, it still hurts when Richie's face kinda falls and melts at the reminder of his best friend's death.

“After, uh, after Mickey, he had left the restaurant, you know, the Beef?” You nod in agreement, the hazy memory of the sandwich shop on the corner of Chicago's, busiest streets, you stomach rumbles at the thought of one of those sandwiches you'd down in less than a minute during your high school years.

“Yeah well, get this, he left it to Carmen. And honestly, I was hesitant at first, real hesitant, I love him, but god, he's a self centred ass coming in like he knew everything, spewing the bullshit CDC shit he learnt up in the big apple? He changed things, and you know how I feel about change, but he made it better, I can;t lie, and you better not tell him this, but the Beef actually..” Richie’s familiar rambles are muffled to your ears, the only thing you can hear is Carmen.

Everything zones out as you scrunch your eyebrows, wincing almost, at the pain and it shocks you, it shocks you how the very name of him still brings back those memories. You still hurt the same way you did the day you left him.

You must have looked out of it, as Richie shakes your shoulder, anchoring you back to the present, and you have to swallow back the bite of pain that bleeds through your chest.

“Did you hear what I said? The Beef’s holding a little family dinner tomorrow, shutting down the shop early, inviting only friends and family, it’ll be like a little reunion for you! You have to come” Richie replies, and you nod trying to seem present.

Carmen took over the Beef? He was in New York? What?

Your mind is scattered with the uproar of questions you have, the thought of Carmen, the memory of him is like a fresh wound. It un tethered and opens up a thread of thoughts and emotions you had thought you bottled up and threw deep into the ocean.

“You, you still talk to him right? Ya’ll were pretty close growing up, like fucking thieves attached to the hip if i can remember” Richie chuckles, fondly remembering the two of you.

You cough back, smiling up at him as you trying to reply coherently

“Yeah, uh sometimes you know” You lie

No. You haven't spoken to him since you left, and it feels like your tongue falls dead when you try to say his name again. You hadn't called and he hadn't picked up. Carmen told you not to say goodbye, but the truth was it had been the end of you even before you had both realised. 

You had spent years pretending like Carmen not calling you, not making an effort to see you after everything didn’t burn, but the reality of it had marked you in a way that felt eternal.

“So you're coming, yeah? You and Carmen can finally catch up” Richie replies with a smile, and look of something passes through his eyes before it leaves, and you have to smile back with a nod, like you and Carmen were still close, like you don't feel that he might turn you away or scream at you the second he saw you, like you weren't both irrevocably in love with each other.

Bear. You missed him, you are shocked by how much you do, you thought bottling up your memories and emotions about him and stuffing them so far back into your mind you forgot would actually change anything. There had always been this lingering thought, at the recesses of your mind, the last thing you imagined before you fell asleep, the feeling that filled you the second you came back to Chicago, it was all Carmen, it was all your golden boy.

And now you would have to see him, in less than a day you would  be in the same room as Carmen Berzatto, you don't want to say it, you don't want to speak it into acknowledgement but deep down, you wanted to see him again. 

Beyond it all, you both were bonded in friendship, sharing something you didn't even have with Adeline or Mae, and you had felt like a part of yourself was missing each day that went passed without hearing from him. Had he forgotten you? Had it been as hard for him to go on with life? He had been in New York for christ sake, he didn't even think to visit you, that thought alone made you want to run back home and never come out.

You couldn't bare the possibility of exposing yourself to such heartache, to the chance of being rejected by the very person who you forever longed for. You were always searching for him, looking through crowds to see the familiar curl of his brown hair, or the scent he carried, ears always leaning in, trying to see if it would catch his syrupy baritone voice.

The two of you were forever connected, like the roots of trees spanning miles under the Earth. The kind of companionship that transcended time and space, and god did you want to feel the sharp edge of his jaw between your hands.

You couldn't stop it now, Richie had opened something you kept locked and sunk for a reason, and now it felt like you would break if you didn't see Carmen. Even if it would break you, even if it was the one thing in this world that would destroy you, 

You had to see your golden boy.

[natsvenom]

Lost & Found - PART 2 | Kol Mikaelson x Salvatore!Reader

SHORT SERIES | PART 1

SUMMARY: 10 years after becoming a vampire, you discover you still have the ability to siphon. No amount of research you do helps you discover why, and you were never able to do it again. You meet a girl named Mary Porter and she tells you there's someone who can help you, but he's the most dangerous man alive, and one of the first vampires to ever roam the earth. But what other choice did you have?

WARNINGS: Minor violence

It had been 44 years ago when you became a vampire. For the longest time you hated yourself, you lacked the one thing you always seemed to have as a witch. Control. Luckily, you had learned the art of compulsion, managing to stop yourself from killing innocent people. Your favorite thing about being a vampire though, was the ability to heal.

Emily Bennett had told you when witches became vampires, they lost their ability to connect with nature. So why did you still feel so grounded to the earth? After ten years of being a vampire, you discovered something.

You were walking down the streets of New York City, it was 1874, and you were looking for your brother Stefan. He had gone off the rails and you decided it was time to give him a concerned younger sister talk. You weren’t sure he’d listen, but the least you could do was try.

You ran your fingers through the cracks and crevices of the dark bricks, humming the tune of an old song you hadn’t heard in several years. You gasp, suddenly being pushed to the wall, a man holding you tightly in place, his face monstrous, resembling something similar to one you often saw in the mirror.

You grabbed a hold of his arm, pinning him against the wall. He was clearly newer at this than you were. He groaned loudly, almost like he was in an immense amount of pain. You were confused, you weren’t holding on to him that tight. You looked down, noticing a red glowing light coming from your hands. That’s when you realized, you were siphoning him, something you hadn’t done in ten years. You pulled back instantly, and the man dropped to the floor, letting out heavy breaths. You looked down at your hands, then back at the man, and then you sped off, without any regard for the man who had just tried to make you his next meal.

After that day, you thought maybe something had gone wrong with your transition. Why else would you be able to siphon still? The truth was, you had no idea what was happening to you, and it freaked you out more than death itself. You tried siphoning again almost every day after the incident, but you hadn’t been able to. Maybe you were just seeing things.

You spent years after that researching siphoners, but you could never find anything. Not a single witch or vampire you talked to knew what you were, most of them just assumed you were crazy or seeking some sort of attention. It was exhausting chasing after what everyone thought was a fairytale.

In 1906, you met a woman named Mary Porter. She was the only person who believed your story and offered you her help. She hadn’t known anything about siphoners herself, but she said she knew a man who could help you, claiming he was an expert on all things witch-related. You had hoped she was right. She warned you though, that this man was anything but good. He was dangerous, and one of the oldest living vampires on the planet. He used and manipulated people, so if you wanted something from him, he’d most definitely expect something in return. Nothing he did for anyone else came for free.

Mary told you if you wanted to meet him, you’d have to be patient, saying he was almost impossible to find, not unless he wanted to be found. She took you to New Orleans, a place he had called home many moons ago. Mary seemed to have faith that he was there though, so you trusted her.

You had spent a year in New Orleans, searching for a vampire who didn’t seem to wanna be found was probably the most difficult thing you had done. How hard could it be to hide in a place like this? Mary seemed to have known a lot of people, and she said she was getting closer to finding him. What you hadn’t expected though, was that he would find you first.

You sat down at the bar in one of many clubs in the French Quarter, a jazz band was playing loudly from the stage across the dance floor. You weren’t really in the mood for dancing though. You order something strong at the bar, fully aware that your ability to get drunk vanished that horrible night in 1864.

A man sat down next to you, you paid him no mind though, your intentions for being here had nothing to do with socialization. He ordered a glass of whiskey, his British accent peaking your interest slightly. It wasn’t often you heard an accent like that, especially not down in New Orleans.

“Rumor has it you’ve been seeking me out.” The man said, his stare burning into the side of your head. You turned to face him and were shocked at how attractive he was, but you still had no idea who he was, so you kept your guard up. He held his hand out, and hesitantly, you took it. A feeling of something dark instantly took over your senses, and that was when you realized who he was. The man you’d been searching for for two years, the one who could supposedly kill you without even blinking, no matter how old of a vampire you were.

“Kol,” He introduced himself, his smile cunning and mischievous. You had wondered if you were making a mistake being here, he was intimidating, and that was a feeling you didn’t like.

“Y/N,” You said.

He picked up his glass once more, bringing it to his lips, “So, what do you want from me?” He asked, getting straight to the point.

Your heart rate picked up. It wasn’t out of fear though, it was excitement, after all this time you were finally gonna figure out what you were. At least you hoped, “I need your help.” You explained.

“Help from somebody like me comes with a price.” He said in almost a joking tone, but you knew he was serious. If you wanted his help, you knew you’d have to return the favor.

“A price I’m willing to pay.” You insisted. He could tell you were serious by that intense look in your eyes, whatever you wanted, must’ve been important.

“Very well then. What do you need that requires my assistance?” He questioned, looking at you very intently.

“Well, it’s complicated.” You sighed, “Before I became a vampire, I was a witch. I learned everything I know about magic from a witch named Emily Bennett.”

“You must’ve had an excellent mentor then. The Bennett witches are a very powerful bloodline.” Kol speculated.

“She told me that witches balance out the boundary between natural and supernatural. Which is why you can’t be both a witch and a vampire because it defies nature.” You added.

“All very true,” Kol said.

“Oh,” You murmured, disappointed.

“There’s been exceptions for certain individuals though,” Kol claimed, swirling the last bit of his drink in his glass.

“Exceptions?” You questioned, raising a brow.

“They’re not exactly well known in the witch community, they like to keep themselves hidden. They’re called the Gemini Coven.” Kol explained. You sighed in relief when you realized what you were experiencing was possible.

“They come from a long line of witches called siphoners, which means they have to absorb magic from other magical entities. Most people think that means they're weak, but that’s far from true. A siphoner can desiccate a vampire just from their touch, and rid the influence of compulsion from any person whose been compelled by a vampire. This power of course doesn’t come without a price. The leader of the Gemini Coven is determined by something called the merge. Every time a set of twins is born into the coven they must bind their magic into one once they turn of age, the strongest of the two wins, becoming the next leader of the coven. And of course, if the leader dies, so does the rest of the coven. Unless you’re a vampire of course.”

You implanted the new information into your brain, finally feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. But of course, you still had questions and concerns, “But if you’re a vampire how can you be a part of the coven?” You asked.

“That’s what makes siphoners so exceptionally powerful. They’re the only witches in the world who can become both a vampire and a witch, they’re referred to as heretics. After the transition the witch side has the ability to siphon power from the vampire side, making them quite unstoppable. There’s only one way to kill them, which would require you to rip out their heart, a stake won’t do it. I haven’t seen one in quite some time though, so if that’s what you’re looking for you’re out of luck, darling.”

At first, you weren’t sure if you wanted to tell him. If you did there was always the possibility that he would want to kill you, but you were having magic issues, and you needed help getting them back under control, “What if I told you I knew one?” You said, rather abruptly.

“Then I would ask why you’re coming to me for this.” He said, drinking the last bit of his whiskey.

“And what if I said she doesn’t know anything about heretics and hasn’t been able to use her magic since she’s transitioned? Would you be able to help her?” You asked rhetorically.

“Well, I would have to meet her first and figure out the issue. There are many reasons for magic being blocked.” Kol explained.

“Like what?”

“First tell me to whom you’re referring, and then maybe I’ll give you the answer.”

You looked down at your glass, taking a moment to think, then looked back up at him, “Me.” You said hesitantly.

“You?” He questioned.

You sighed, “Before I was a vampire I found out I was a siphoner, with the help of an old friend, I couldn’t figure out much about my family history, and all I knew was what Emily taught me. Then I became a vampire and I had no idea about heretics or anything, so I just instantly assumed I had lost my ability to do magic.”

Kol looked slightly surprised, but he tried not to let it show. He set his glass down and stood up, “If you want my help, it’s going to take a while. And that’s going to be a lot of debt, darling.” Kol asserted.

You stood up quickly after him, “Please, I’ll do anything.” You pleaded.

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

tags | @multifandombliss

[sturns4thisbitch]

“next door neighbor”

-matt sturniolo pt.3 finale

warnings: SMUT, fluff, a bit of breeding, soft!dommatt, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it!), pet names (baby, sweetheart, ma, my girl, pretty girl, good girl), use of y/n

pt 1, pt 2

recap

“yeah but everything just fits you so well”

i blushed, hard.

“i- not like that” he covered his face in embarrassment

“i’m so sorry, i wasn’t trying to be weird”

“no, i know” i smiled walking towards him

-

“you know hm?” he smiled looking up as i walked right in front of him

“mhm” i bit my lip and he slid his hands around my waist bringing my closer to him

“god, you’re beautiful.” i blushed even more

“can i?” he lifts my top

“please” i mumble as he slides it off, kissing my neck softly

“fuck baby, i need you” he groaned against my neck

“yeah? you have me.”

he sat me on my bed and quickly unbuckled and unbuttoned his pants, sliding them down. i looked up at him and i started palming his through his boxers, he threw his head back and groaned.

“fuckkk y/n i’m not gonna last long”

“me neither baby it’s okay”

he gripped my thighs and kicked off his jeans and climbed on top of me

“are you sure you want this?”

“yes- fuck matt i need you” i whined

he pulled down my shorts and revealed my black thong.

“this all for me pretty girl?”

“mhmm fuck matt stop teasing”

he made circles on my clit through my panties before pulling them off of me

“ngh~ fuckk”

he massaged my boobs through my bra and i threw my head back as he started kissing the skin around my bra, licking a bit as he made his way back down my body, he yanked off his shirt and placed many kisses on my clit and licked a stripe up my folds

“shit matt holy-“ he took his dick out of his boxers and slid them down slightly, rubbing his tip on my folds, which made me whimper like crazy, he was huge.

“fuck baby, so wet for me”

“m-mghh please matt~”

he reached out his hand

“spit, y/n” i reluctantly spit and he used my spit as a lubricant to stroke himself

“this might hurt a little, okay?”

“okay” i whined as he slowly entered me

letting me adjust to his size

“move please!” i whined he pumped into me slowly

“good girl, taking me so well” he groaned

“faster matt!” i threw my head back as he quickened his speed, pumping into me quickly

“fuck baby, i’m close” he panted in my ear

“me too”

his voice in my ear was so raspy and breathy it had me even closer to the edge

“where do you want it sweetheart?”

“in me please”

“yeah? you want me to fuck my kids into you?”

“matt please”

he came inside of me, painting my walls with his warm liquid as he groaned

“fuckk so tight, i feel you clenching ma, let go for me” and i did.

“nghhh~ FUCK MATT” i screamed as i came hard. he smiled and kissed my forehead

“you’re so pretty, did so well my girl”

i smiled and we cuddled for the rest of the night until we eventually fell asleep

authors note:

hey bitchess, series is over, it was a very short one but i need a matt in my life. anywhoo lowkey i think i ate but lmk in the comments 💋

[madhattervanessa]

Kill You To Try Masterlist

Summary: "Bones", a young vet working at the Dutton Ranch has to come to terms with the recent death of her godmother that shakes up the foundations of her life to the core. Through the seasons of cow farming on the ranch she re-examines her past, tries to work through the problems of the present and attempts to build a future she once again will find worth living.

Pairing: F!Reader "Bones" x Rip Wheeler

A/N: This short series will be a summer break challenge for myself so the schedule is a rough estimate for when the chapters will be going up.

This story is currently on a little hiatus due to academic & mental struggles but thank you guys for all of the support so far - I'd love to come back to this eventually in November after Kinktober but due to all of the many things happening in my life right now it's a tentative estimate!

Main Story:

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Epilogue

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Drabbles:

Lonely Christmas

Dreaming About You

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Requests are welcome!

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Playlist: (TBA)

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

Fuck Yeah Shorts

Welcome to my collection of short fics, including one-shots, two-parters and other limited series. Please read tags and warnings listed under each series and chapter before reading.

JOEL MILLER

Butter

Possible two-shot | baker! F!reader | no outbreak AU | moodboard

What if Joel doesn't forget to buy himself a cake for his birthday? But by the time he remembers, all the bakeries in his neighbourhood are closed - except yours.

FRANKIE MORALES

Grays (complete)

Rated E | two-shot | hairstylist! F!reader | includes collection of drabble requests set in Grays universe

Frankie wants you to cover up his grays. You want to knock some sense into his salt-and-pepper head.

JAVIER PEÑA

Letterman Jacket (complete)

E 🔞 | PWP oneshot | DEA Legal Counsel!F!reader

Tensions come to a head between you and Javier on the private jet back to Bogotá after a long, frustrating day. Or rather - after six long, frustrating years of bad blood.

DIN DJARIN

It Would Be (complete)

Rated T | two-shot | angst and yearning galore | F!reader

‘It would be easier if you just married him’.

MAIN MASTERLIST

[foreverrandomwritings]

Hi can I request ❛ what, am i not allowed to look at you? ❜ with coyote from the soft and sweet sentence starters? Thanks 😊

Training Accident

Summary: You get a call from Jake while you're on a walk informing you that your boyfriend Javy got into a training accident at work. This is also going to be added to my "You and Javy and his friend Jake series" I just can't seem to write anything about Javy without adding Jake bromance into it. oops. This can of course be read as a stand alone though.

Pairing: Javy "Coyote" Machado x afab!Reader

Warnings: Angst, ejection, anxiety, death, hospitals and swearing. I'm always worried that I'm forgetting something in these so please reach out and tell me if I am.

Word count:1498

Masterlist M's Hundred Celly Masterlist Series Masterlist

The call had come in while you were walking your dogs. You had an airpod in your ear listening to a true crime podcast. The story was just getting to the darkest part when it paused. You pulled your phone out of your pocket seeing your boyfriend's best friend's name come across the screen. Nausea ripped through you as you answered it. 

“Jake?” the name came out in a whisper, you’d be surprised if he’d even heard you. Jake had called you many times before but never in the middle of a work day. Your dogs sat at your feet looking at you worriedly. Sensing something was wrong by your change in body language.

“He’s alright gorgeous, just got hurt in a training exercise. They want to keep him overnight for observation. Just wanted to call and ask if you wanted to come down and see him. He hasn’t stopped talking about you and I’m getting sick of looking at his ugly mug.” relief flooded your body as the words settled into your brain. You could hear your boyfriend somewhere in the background protesting his friend's words of insult. You shook your head at their antics. 

“I’ve got to take the dogs to the house and I’ll be on my way.” you told the blonde on the other end of the phone. You punctuated the sentence by giving your dogs a silent command to heel as you started walking again. They both came to their respective sides and followed you along. You would have to thank Jake for the double leash belt he had gotten for you for Christmas. It really came in handy as you tried to get ahold of Javy’s mother on the walk home. 

“Alright gorgeous, I’ll send you the location. See you soon.” He said reassuringly. You practically ran back to the house you and Javy had bought a year into dating each other. You threw a quick bag together making sure the dogs had food and water before you were heading out. 

“I’m here for Javy Machado.” You told the nurse at the front desk fingers thrumming across the smooth surface. He looked at you for a moment, obvious boredom in his eyes. 

“What’s your relation to the patient?” He asked you as his fingers typed on the keyboard. 

“I’m his girlfriend and emergency contact.” You replied to him sliding your ID towards him. He took it scanning the information with his eyes before handing it back to you. 

“Floor three room three thirteen.” he told you before going back to the computer in front of him. You moved towards the elevator quickly pressing the round button for the correct floor. You cracked your knuckles as the elevator dinged, alerting you to the doors opening. You stepped out and read the directions on the wall in front of you. Turning left, you found your boyfriend's room quickly. You didn’t bother knocking instead you all but swung the door open as you stomped into the room. 

“Javy Andre Machado.” you scolded him as you stood by his bed. Jake was sitting in the chair beside him giving you a big grin as you crossed your arms over your chest. 

“What the hell did you do?” You asked him pointedly. He had the sense to look a little afraid at your outburst. 

“Firstly, hello to you too Sugar. Secondly It was a training accident and I’m perfectly fine now. Right Jake?” He asked his best friend as he turned to him expectantly. You raised your eyebrow at the man.

“I ain’t gonna get in the middle of this.” He said, throwing his hands up in surrender. 

“Well, are you going to tell me what you did?” You asked him again. He huffed out a breath glaring at his wingman. Then he sat and looked at you. Taking in the running shoes on your feet. You had on a pair of leggings and one of his old academy shirts. Your hair was thrown up in a messy bun, a look he absolutely loved on you. You stood there waiting for his reply that never came.

“What the hell are you doing?” you asked him bewildered. 

“What, am I not allowed to look at you?” He asked you, giving you a teasing smile. You gave him a blank look not in the mood for his charm. 

“Don’t try to change the subject.” Jake let out a small laugh as you spoke. He quickly shut up as you glared at him. 

“I had to eject sugar. I was gonna call you but I didn’t have my phone on me. It’s still in my locker on base. Then when Jake called he refused to let me have the phone. Little asshole wanted to punish me for scaring ya both.” His hand came to run across his face as you rolled your eyes. His thought as he plummeted to the ground was how he absolutely had to survive this fall. There was no way he was leaving you and the dogs behind. 

“What the hell were you doing for that to happen?” the image of him falling from the sky flashed through your mind and the nausea from earlier rushed back through you. 

“My left engine went out and I couldn’t get it back up. I didn’t have time to land before the right one got hit with a bird strike.” He told you hesitantly reaching for your hand. You walked closer to the bed taking his hand in yours as you sat by his legs. You nodded your head in understanding. His job always had classified and redacted information you weren’t allowed to be privy to. So it was no surprise that he couldn’t give you any more information than he already had. 

“You promise you’re okay?” You asked him barely above a whisper. 

“I promise Sugar. I’ll be up in the sky again in just a couple of days.” he told you, squeezing your hand in his much larger one. 

“Can I stay with you?” You asked him hopefully, not being comfortable leaving his side.

“Of course you can.” An understanding look in his eyes as they met your own. He didn’t want you leaving his side either.

“I can stay at your place tonight and watch Gumbo and Ella for you guys.” Jake spoke up, you had pretty much forgotten about the dogs back at the house. Leave it to Jake for always being prepared and on top of things. Plus the rescues absolutely adored their godfather so you knew they were in good hands. 

“Thank you Jake.” you said as you gave him a thankful smile. Jake had always been helpful and a great friend to you since the beginning of yours and Javy’s relationship.

“Anything for you, gorgeous.” He teased you, earning a playful glare from the aviator sitting in the bed beside you. Javy knew he had nothing to worry about though. The relationship between you and his best friend was basically like brother and sister. You both got on like gas in a fire. It was one of the many things he loved about the both of you. 

Jake left not too long after, claiming he needed to run back to his apartment to grab his stuff before going to yours and Javy’s house. You laid down next to your boyfriend as comfortably as you could in the tiny hospital bed. You laid your head on his chest listening to his heart beating. He was here with you and there was nothing to worry about now you tried to reassure yourself. 

“You called Momma right?” He asked you as his mind drifted to the older women he loved so dearly. 

“Mmhmm.” You hummed in reply. Then there was a brief pause as you both enjoyed each other's company. The feeling of home had always been with each other since the moment you first laid eyes on the other. 

“You scared me ya know? I can’t live without you Javy.” you told him as the shock started to leave your body. You felt tense as you tried to steady your breathing, not wanting to hyperventilate. 

“I know and I’m sorry Sugar. You know I’ll do everything possible to come home to you and the dogs.” he told you as he ran a hand up your back a gesture he knew would soothe you as it did many times before when the anxiety of his job got to you. 

“I love you so much Javy.” you whispered into his chest as your eyes started to flutter shut. 

“I love you so much more Sugar.” He whispered back to you as his exhaustion finally took over and he was slipping into slumber. A nurse came in at one point to check on him and tell any visitors that visiting hours were over. But as she saw you laying in the bed together she decided that she didn’t get paid enough to care and left you be.

A/N: Thank you so so so much for this request darling anon! Also I made up his middle name because I fucking can.

Tags(open): @wkndwlff @sylviebell @eternallyvenus @taytaylala12 @loving-and-dreaming

[hotwe]

𝔢 𝔱 𝔥 𝔢 𝔯

𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 patreon tapas webtoon

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Hostile Takeover 3

Warnings: this fic includes noncon/rape, violence, Lloyd is a jerk. My tags are not exhaustive, proceed at your own risk.

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

Summary: Your life is inexplicably and irrevocably changed by a mysterious man.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen

Note: This is the last part of this little trilogy. I hope you all enjoyed.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all like Lord Farquaad loves unnecessary vowels. Take care. 💖

The alarm clock sirens and wakes you from a disorienting deep and dreamless slumber. You murmur and flail blindly to hit the button, finding it on your third try as your head pulses painfully. The covers behind you fold back and a loud slap flashes over your ass. 

"Up and at ‘em," Lloyd chimes and you growl. It's… six. In the morning.

"Shit," your head spins as you push yourself up and rub your eyes, trying to clear away the cobwebs.

Lloyd goes to the window and rips open the curtains, stretching without shame, still naked, before the glass. You turn away and slip off the bed, pulling down the hem of the tee.

"You know how to make crepes, sweetheart?" He asks as he rounds the bed, coming close as he pulls open the dresser.

"Uh, not really," you croak through your dry throat.

"You can figure it out," he smirks as he takes out a pair of loose pajamas and steps into them.

You stare at him as he shuts the drawer. He glances at you and tilts his head at you dryly, "what? Use your words, sweetheart."

"Can I have… some pants? If I'm gonna cook–"

"This'll do," he flicks the loose sleeve of the tee shirt, "I got fresh fruit and everything."

You scowl as you scratch your chin, "mhmm."

"Sweetheart, I'm being real nice, not to mention patient," he warns as he steps closer, "especially after all your little games. So what do we say?"

You purse your lips and inhale through your nose, "thank you, Lloyd."

"Good girl," he pets your head as he praises you, "you're learning new tricks." He turns his hand and caresses your cheek with his knuckles, "now don't get nippy."

You ball your hands and hold back a sneer, "well, you want your crepes or–"

He laughs and backs away. You watch him go and blow out a breath. You're shaking. Even Gabe never made you that angry, or any of your previous forays into relationships. Well, Lloyd isn't exactly the same, he's an intruder, a warden.

You grab your phone and drag your feet out into the hall. You don't look over as you hear him pissing with the door open. Of course.

You enter the kitchen as you Google a recipe. Not too hard and only a few ingredients. You take out what you need as Lloyd enters and tisks.

"Coffee," you say before he can and you search out the grounds.

"I got gourmet beans, I like them fresh," he sits at the table, "there's a grinder beside the toaster."

"Right," you put the canister back and consider the several bags of beans, "which one?" 

"Light roast," he replies curtly.

"Okay," you take out the bag and turn away to solve the conundrum of how to use the grinder and how many beans to use.

After a brief struggle, the machine whirs and the blades make powder of the beans, filling the kitchen with the aroma of a cafe. You load the machine and resume your perusal of the recipe on your phone. You pause for a moment. This is ridiculous. You're not his mother, why are you doing this?

The gunshot reverberates in your mind and you pull over the bag of flour; that's why. You measure out the ingredient and whisk it all together. Not quite as thick as pancakes.

You turn on the stove and set a pan on the burner. You let it warm as you pull out two mugs and pour the coffee. You need the caffeine if you're going to get through this.

You take Lloyd a cup and the weight of his gaze hangs over you. You meet his eyes. 

"What?"

"You remembered," he says as he accepts his mug, "black."

"Sure," you say and back away.

A chuckle rattles in his throat as you sprinkle water in the pan to check the temperature. He turns in his chair, an arm on the back as he drinks and watches you over the brim. You peek over but say nothing.

"I like you this way," he says, "all domestic."

You take the batter and pour some into the pan, tilting to spread it over the metal. It cooks quickly and you flip it to even the sides.

"I gave you a compliment," his tone hardens.

Was it really a compliment? You slide the crepe onto a plate and cover to keep it warm.

"Thank you," you force out, "how many do you want?"

He thinks as his leg sways, "two is fine."

You add more mix to the pan and wait with the spatula. He's a child. Impetuous, demanding, selfish. You're about to snap.

"I don't like them burnt, sweetheart," he chirps as the pan sizzles.

"Shit," you flip the crepe and find it almost black.

You take the pan to the bin and dump the crepe. You'll start over. You put it back on the burner and he snaps his fingers.

"Ah, you know, it's bad to waste food, don't you?"

"Yeah, I didn't‐‐"

"I don't want an excuse," he snips, "come here."

"I'll do another–"

"You will but you'll come here first," he orders.

You put down the spatula and face him. You take a step and he raises a finger, "bring me a wooden spoon."

You frown and pull out a drawer, grabbing the wooden spoon and shutting it with a snap. You go to him and hold it out with a roll of your eyes.

He stands as he takes it and you cry out as he grips the back of your neck. He turns and shoves you against the table, bending you over it as he steps around you. He rests the spoon on your ass, just under the tee.

"What–" you utter before he pulls back and strikes you hard with the spoon. You kick your feet out and hiss, "ow, what the–"

"Don't waste food," he snarls as he hits you again. "Fix your attitude." Another. "Smile for me, sweetheart. You're much prettier when you smile." Again.

You brace the table as he beats your ass raw, the tears trembling on your eyelids. He finishes with one final swat and lets you go. You stand stiffly and reach back to touch the hot skin. 

You quickly flick away a tear as it rolls down and he sits again. Seemingly unbothered by his sudden outburst. You gape at him. Just when you think you have him figured out, he has to pill the carpet out.

"Well," he lifts his mug, "you know I don't like waiting."

You nod and turn carefully. You go back to the counter and it takes you a second to recall what you were doing.

"I didn't hear you, sweetheart," Lloyd taunts.

You take the bowl of batter and clear your throat, "I…"

"Say, 'I'll be good, Lloyd.'"

You wet your lips as you pour the batter, "I'll be good, Lloyd," you rasp as the pale mixture spreads in a perfect circle.

"Say, 'I'm sorry, Lloyd.'"

"I'm sorry, Lloyd," you echo.

"Very good," he preens as his mug clinks, "I need a refill, sweetheart."

🔹

You're permitted a shower. Lloyd is all too certain to make you aware that he is allowing it. Inch by inch, he's conquering every aspect of your life.

When you emerge, in a towel, he has your uniform laid out for you. You nearly forgot your little lie. You dress, classical music floating in from the other side of the door.

You find him at the desk, his screens filled with code and what appears to be surveillance footage. He's zeroed in on the monitor right in front of him.

"You'd be smart not to snoop," he warns as he hits a switch under the desk and the screens blacken, "safer to know nothing than too much."

He swivels the chair to face you, "ready to go?"

"I think I'll walk, it's pretty nice out–"

"I don't mind a drive," he stands and fixes the ring on his pinky, "unless you're up to something."

"Just going to work," you reply.

He smirks and checks his watch. "Come on, get your shit."

He looks at you. You smile. His brows raise, he almost seems pleased.

"Alright," you go to the coat rack and take your purse. You check inside. Your phone is in the bathroom, hidden under the sink with the extra toilet paper. "Good to go."

"Great," he grabs the keys and jingles them. 

The drive is quick enough. Lloyd isn't one for small talk and you don't want to give him a reason to be suspicious. He drops you off outside the craft store and you go inside.

You dip into the frame section and hide out. Dawn finds you there as you pretend to browse.

"You're not scheduled today," she says confused.

"Oh, shoot!" You feign ignorance, "I got my days all backwards."

She laughs at you and you ask about the morning. Has it been busy and all those questions that don't really matter. You chuckle at yourself and leave.

Your Volvo is nowhere to be seen. You head down to the cafe and order a coffee. Sitting at the table reminds you of the morning, the wooden spoon leaves tender bruises all over. You struggle to get comfortable and give up. You'll walk through the park and enjoy your coffee on your feet.

The ducks gather at the stream as you follow the dirt path and you stand and watch the placid scene. Odd how the last few days felt manic, yet here everything is so easy. Just the same as it ever is.

You finish your coffee and find a bin around the entrance, heading around the poppy garden to admire the bright red petals. You're aimless, restless, and uncertain. You got to waste eight hours, do anything just to avoid him.

You follow the path back to the stream and continue into the brush along the rear of the park. The short iron fence that marks off the border is easy enough to step over as you delve into the forest, the pines and oaks rustling in the breeze. 

You haven't been down there since high school, when you played hooky and felt like a rebel. Look at you now, just another bored adult working a register. And trapped in your own home.

You hang onto branches as you descend a slope and twig snap as leaves fall. The critters crawl over the trees unseen and birds flap in shadows beneath the patches of sunlight. There's a river further down, rippling against a broken down cavern. 

A decade ago you came here to clear your mind, to watch the water, sometimes smoke a bowl. It's almost nostalgic. You didn't have angry parents or disappointed teachers to hide from anymore, but you're still hiding.

You step to the edge and look down at the tadpoles wiggling around. It smells like mud and grass. You see your reflection as a shadow eclipses yours. You have no time to react as a shove sends you plummeting into the shallow river.

You swallow a mouthful of water and moss as steps splash around you. You push yourself up on hands and knees as a foot lands on your back. You're forced down to your chest as a hand plunges your face into the water. You choke and writhe until your head is yanked back up.

"Clever, leaving the phone at the house," Lloyd sneers, "too bad I'm not stupid."

"Please," you gasp and he puts your face to the water again, your nose sinking into the mud. 

He relents once more as you cough and wheeze.

"What really pisses me off is you lied, sweetheart," he grips your head between his hands as he drags you to your knees, "that you still don't get it."

He jerks you back and lugs you onto the dirt, letting you fall flat as you sprawl breathless. He puts his foot under you and kicks you onto your stomach. He steps over you and falls down to straddle you.

"Big mistake, sweetheart, now I can't trust you at all and that means you get nothing," he slides back on your legs as he grasps your work pants and yanks until the button snaps off, "no sunshine, no walks in the park, nothing."

"I didn't– I wasn't doing anything," you quiver, "I just needed–"

"I don't fucking care," he snarls as he rips down the fabric, "it's not about what you need or want, sweetheart." He bends over you, his knees around yours as he snakes an arm around your neck, pressing his cheek to yours, "it's about me. Get that through your head and it'll all be so much easier."

He fumbles with his belt, impatiently unbuckling it so the metal bites your already sensitive skin. Panic floods your throat and bile tinges your tongue as he scratches you in his struggle. His arm flexes against your neck and you claw the dirt as the world feels as if it's standing still.

The tweeting of birds and scratching of paws fades and a stifling silence pervades your ears, only his heavy breaths discernible through your terror. Your paralysed by his weight as he pushes a knee down between yours, then the other, spreading your legs wide as you whine.

"Please–" his arm throttles your plea to a croak as he shifts and prods along your ass.

You reach back and your nails brush his cheek but don't break the skin. He growls as he finds your cunt and impales you, your dry walls burning around him. His flesh claps your ass and you squeeze your eyes shut. You latch onto his forearm and jab your nails into him.

He thrusts hard in response, your spine panging with agony. Your eyes well and tears trickle out from between your lashes. You hang your head as you suck down what air you can get, toes buried in the soft mud as you try to wriggle him off.

You plant an elbow in the dirt as you try desperately to get up, to get him off. He bucks so hard your pelvis feels as if it will split. You gurgle as he keeps an urgent pace, short, painful strokes as he rams as deep as he can each time.

You let your head slump as your fingers slip from his arm and your other arm drops limp across the dirt. You can't fight him. You can't. You're exhausted. He wins.

He grunts as he fucks you into the dirt, his lips tickling the shell of your ear as he laughs.

"I knew you'd melt for me," he taunts as he slides his hand under you and tilts your pelvis up, "huh, ice queen."

🔹

There’s dirt under your nails and streaked down your clothes. Your pants are still undone, the zipper broken and the button gone, your shirt is missing a few as well. You barely remember how you got back to the house, only know you’re there now, on the floor, numb.

You huddle in the corner as Lloyd appears once more. He’s changed. There had been mud on him too; on his knees and caked on his arm. It’s all gone now.

“Take your clothes off,” he stops in front of you, “look at all the dirt you tracked in.”

You glance down. Your hands are shaking, small cuts from the twigs and rocks all over. “How did you find me?”

He tuts and reaches into his back pocket. He squats and drops your phone between your feet. “I’m not stupid enough to tell you where the tracker is.”

You cringe and undo the last few buttons left on your shirt. He stands as you strip off the shirt and let it fall to the floor. You put a hand on the wall and stand unsteadily. You rip your shoes off without untying them and ball your socks up together before you gain some balance. 

You straighten up and push your pants down to your ankles. He clicks his tongue and you add your underwear and bra to the floor.

You step out of them and cross your arms over your chest. You’re at his mercy completely. He knows it as your thighs stick together with the remnants of his violation. You gulp as you stare past him.

“Well, pick it up,” he huffs, “there’s a whole hamper of clothes that need to go in the wash.”

You hesitate and your eyes flick over to his face. His brow twitches. You bend and gather up the clothes and shoes. You brush by him as he makes no move out of your path and you put the sneakers on the matter before going into the bedroom. 

You dump the clothes into the tall basket and drag it out to the hall and open the door that hides the compact laundry set. You load the washer, not paying attention as you add a little too much soap and shut it. You turn the dial and hit start, carrying the empty basket back into the bedroom.

“The floor’s a mess,” Lloyd barks and you turn back. 

You cover yourself as you edge out into the front room. His chair squeaks as he sits at the desk. To him, it’s just another day. To him, it’s nothing. What happened in the woods will just fade with all the other heinous acts.

You go to the kitchen and take out the broom and pan. You go back and sweep up the flakes of dirt from the living room floor, bending to push them into the pan. He hums and you glance over as you rise.

“I like that view,” he snickers, “mostly, I love watching you be a good girl.”

You return to the kitchen and empty the pan. You snap the pan onto the broomstick and lean it against the end of the counter.

“Get back here, sweetheart,” he calls and your blood turns cold.

You obey and he’s facing you as you come out. His eyes rove up and down your body as you shy away.

“You didn’t answer me,” he says.

You lower your lashes, “thank you, Lloyd.”

“Come here,” he spins and points under the desk, “you’re getting on my nerves so you better calm me down.”

You watch the back of his head. Your eyes sting. You can still smell the soil and the grass, the river and the pollen all around. 

“Yes, Lloyd,” you mutter and near the desk.

You brace the edge as you get to your knees. You duck your head down awkward as you move in front of him and he rolls closer. He clicks the mouse and you hear it softly gliding back and forth over the pad. He sighs.

“Well, take me out,” he demands, “do you need the blow-by-blow or…”

The quip isn’t lost on you, as obnoxious as it is. You shudder and reach for his zipper, pulling the tab down slowly. You pick the button open and push apart the fabric. You feel how hard he is already. He lifts his hips slightly as you curl your fingers around the elastic of his brief.

You grip him and guide him out above the rumpled brief. You stroke him and grit your teeth. You have never hated anyone more than him, only yourself in that moment. You bring his tip to your mouth and slowly open around him. Your teeth graze along his skin and you pause, considering the idea.

“Don’t,” he reaches beneath the desk and stretches his hand across your head, forcing you down until you gag, “you really don’t want to do that.”

You choke as he slips down your throat and holds you there until you can’t breathe. Your eyes roll back as he lets you up enough to inhale then shove you down again. Tears spill as you gasp around him, his hand leading you urgently.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he purrs, “oh, fuck, you’re good.”

You sniff and blindly grasp the arm of the chair. Your spit spreads over your lips and cheeks as he uses your mouth, tilting back as he dips even deeper down your throat. He groans as his other hand drops from the desk and he clamps your head tightly between his palms.

You're dizzy as he plunges your head down, over and over. Your tears mingle with your slobber and dribble down your chin, a manifestation of your ruin. He grunts and buries himself as deep as he can as he spasms. He rocks through his climax as he slips a hand down to rub your throat.

“Swallow, yeah, good girl,” he coos as you have no choice but to submit. 

He lets you off him reluctantly and you keep your face down as you wipe it. He grabs your chin and wheels back as he leans forward to meet your eye.

“Wanna know when I’m leaving, sweetheart?” he smirks crookedly. 

You bat your lashes and sniff again. His jaw squares and his lips quiver, a crack in the veneer, one you don’t want any deeper.

“When?” you breathe through your ragged throat.

He runs his thumb up to your lip and toys with it, admiring you as his tongue peeks out, “why in the world would I ever leave this?”

[a-strange-familiar]

HIS MEMORIES

EX LOVERS TO LOVERS. angst. (Short series)

( don't come after me because of the pic. I'm worst at editing collage and all )

Summary : you and Harry broke up few months back but still love each other. And after all these months you see him again in a party. All memories you tried to push back in your head came back with a powerful speed.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

[liaromancewriter]

Day One (1/6)

Series Premise: What happened when Cassie met Sienna? Small moments that defined their friendship.

Book: Open Heart Characters: Cassie Valentine (F!MC), Sienna Trinh Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 1,325

A/N: I had this idea for a mini series to explore Cassie and Sienna's friendship over the years, and how it changes when they become family. It might just be 3-4 parts. Haven't decided yet. Submitting to @aprilchallenge prompt "laughter" and to @choicesficwriterscreations You Go Girls event.

Cassie Valentine wanted the ground to swallow her up. Her first day as an internal medicine resident and probably her last. She almost killed her first patient. Thankfully, Jackie Varma heard her panicked call and jumped in to help Cassie’s incompetent self.

But feeling inept wasn’t even the worst part. No, that was reserved for the dressing down she received from her medical hero, Dr. Ethan Ramsey.

Every day had a silver lining. For Cassie, it was meeting Sienna Trinh, a fellow dolphin in a sea of sharks. The other intern interrupted Dr. Ramsey mid-tirade, bearding the lion in his den and giving Cassie a reprieve.

She hadn’t seen Sienna since but looked forward to remedying that during drinks at Donahue’s. It was finally the end of shift, and Cassie was mentally exhausted after her last interaction with Dr. Ramsey. The man infuriated her with his arrogant attitude.

“Don’t bother. I already have,” he said, handing her a printed-out prescription order for Annie’s antihistamines.

He hadn't even been apologetic when she expressed disbelief at his actions. Simply making it clear that he’d expected her to blow it.

Cassie supposed someone that brilliant could get away with doing whatever they pleased. One day, she would be a world-famous diagnostician, and then she’d take pleasure in showing Dr. Ramsey how wrong he’d been about her.

Still thinking about their run-in, Cassie absently changed into jean shorts and a green tie front crop top. She’d hesitated this morning, uncertain about her after-work plans, before stuffing the backup outfit into her bag at the last minute. Now she was glad for the option to let loose and look fabulous doing it!

Sienna wolf-whistled when Cassie returned to the atrium. “I hope you’re single because you are going to clean up tonight!”

Cassie smiled, letting the compliment smooth away her rough emotions after a brutal day.

“Can I pay you to follow me around and compliment me?”

“For a job that easy, I’ll do it for free,” Sienna grinned.

Cassie chuckled, feeling her doubts and bad mood dissipate entirely in the face of Sienna’s cheery optimism.

Jackie and Bryce led the way out of the atrium and down the street to Donahue’s. Cassie and Sienna fell back, walking side by side with their heads together, getting to know each other.

“How was your first day?” Cassie asked.

“Good! I still can’t believe I’m a doctor,” said Sienna. “At one point, I ducked into a supply closet just so I could stare at my ID badge without anyone looking.”

“I hid in a supply closet, too, for less fun reasons,” Cassie mused.

Sienna’s looked at her in sympathy. “I’m sorry, Cassie. Was it because of Dr. Ramsey or your patient?”

“Both, I guess. I just had a different vision of my first day as a doctor.” Cassie mentally shook her head to rid herself of the negativity creeping in. “But I know what you mean, Sienna. The first time my patient called me Dr. Valentine, I wanted to stand there and bask.”

“We’re doctors!” Sienna said excitedly, clapping her hands together.

“Baby doctors,” Cassie qualified, considering their intern status at the bottom of the medical hierarchy.

Sienna waved that way with a twist of her lips. “Patients don’t care about that. They’re at their lowest point and just want someone to listen, to help. This old lady I treated today….”

As Sienna talked about her patient, Cassie reflected on how Dr. Ramsey had said something similar outside Annie’s room.

“…maybe the most important trait a doctor can have. You listened. You took the time to get to know your patient. Their story, their hopes, their fears….”

As they stepped inside Donahue’s, Cassie’s eyes adjusted to the dim and dingy interior and her ears to loud music competing with the din of voices.

She envied the way Sienna charged confidently through groups of doctors and nurses, leading them to where the other interns had commandeered a booth. Her new friend was no pushover, as Cassie soon discovered when a frat boy type almost mowed them down near the bar.

Cassie didn’t see Sienna again until later in the night. She slid into the booth across from her friend, who furiously tapped on her phone. It was the first time she’d seen Sienna look less than serene.

“I’m already past my drink limit, but these cocktails are so good!” Cassie exclaimed, taking a sip of her fruity concoction. When Sienna continued to stare at her phone, Cassie nudged her knee under the table. “Everything okay?”

“Yes,” Sienna said, almost by rote, putting her phone face up on the table.

She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. She glanced down briefly when her phone pinged twice but ignored it, finishing her colorful drink instead.

“What’s wrong, Sienna?” Cassie asked when a flurry of texts lit up Sienna’s phone, each making her frown. “I’m a good listener if you want to talk. I promise it will stay between us.”

Sienna sighed. “I have a boyfriend, Wayne. He lives across town, and I’m staying with him.” She stopped, and Cassie could see her gathering herself before continuing. “I don’t know the neighborhood well yet, and it’ll be late by the time I get home. I hoped he’d meet me at the T station, but he said he’ll be asleep.”

“That sucks,” Cassie said. “I could have sworn you were from around here. You just look so confident, like you know where everything is, where to go and what to do.”

Sienna giggled. “That’s so sweet of you. Wayne moved here a couple of years ago, so I visited for a weekend here and there during med school. But it’s my first time living here. What about you?”

“My grandparents live in Newport, Rhode Island. My brother and I often dropped by before or after a family visit. We did the Freedom Trail and other touristy stuff. But I suppose living somewhere, day to day, is a different experience.”

“It’s a much slower pace than New York,” Sienna commented, leaning in to be heard as someone turned up the jukebox volume. “That’ll take some getting used to.”

“Is that where you’re from?” Cassie said, curious because Sienna didn’t have the vibe she often associated with New Yorkers.

“New Orleans, or rather just east of that,” Sienna said. She pronounced it New Or-lins, a faint accent coming through. “I’ve lived in the north since college, though, first Princeton, then Columbia. So my accent is almost gone. Unless I go home, and then it’s like I never left.”

Cassie cackled as Sienna exaggerated her accent with the last sentence, long, liquid vowels and softened consonants with a laid-back rhythm.

She lifted her glass. “How about a toast?”

Sienna raised her glass eagerly, pouting when she saw it was empty. “Aww. I’m out.”

“Easily remedied,” Cassie said, pouring half of her drink into Sienna’s glass and making her friend laugh.

“You’re officially my day-one person!” Sienna said, raising her voice and slightly tipsy as she tried to clink Cassie’s glass only to miss.

Cassie changed directions, angling her glass to tap it against Sienna’s. “To two dolphins kicking butt in a sea of sharks!”

“Dolphin Power!”

They tittered as nearby heads turned at their bizarre toast. But Cassie and Sienna didn’t care, throwing back their drink and doubling over in laughter as they slammed the empty glasses on the table.

Much later, Cassie leaned her tired head against the window of the T train, not really paying attention to the tunnel lights rushing past outside. Her mind was on Sienna’s idea that the five of them look for a place together. She wouldn’t mind living with Sienna but wasn’t sure about the others yet.

Cassie had a feeling she found her Day One person in this city that would be her home for the next three years. And maybe a friend for life. They were just getting started.

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[that-tmr-girl]

Betrayal {Part 1}

Aris x female reader smut from his P.O.V

Fingering, oral, blow job, slight hair pulling kink, vaginal sex

I love Y/N with my entire heart. I really do. I just want to give her the world, save her, make her happy, make her laugh, and love her forever.

As I laid beside her for the last night though, I had a feeling that she wouldn't let me. Not after what I was about to do to Thomas. I had a feeling that she would hate me.

Which is why I was kissing her like it would keep my alive. I needed her just one last time. I needed to love her like no tomorrow until I never could.

"Aris,"She breathed out as I kissed from her lips to jaw. "There are people around,"She whispered.

"They're all asleep. So come with me,"I whispered, taking her hand. She smiled that beautiful smile I would miss so much as she stood up. With almost silent footsteps I pulled her around the building we were staying in and had her against the wall. I kept my hands on her waist as I kissed her, asking for entrance as I licked her bottom lip. She let me in, sucking my tongue and letting me taste her.

"Aris, we need to be quick,"She tried to reason, pulling her shirt off.

"Nobody will be up for hours. Just give me a taste. Just a little one,"I pleaded. She shuddered at my words and as I kissed down her bare stomach. When I was finally on my knees I kissed her inner thigh, sucking on her soft skin. She let out a little whimper as her fingertips grazed my scalp.

Working my way up, I finally came to her soaked pussy. Looking at her face and meeting her eyes, I thrust a finger into her and started pumping. She threw her head back as I added another and curled them inside her as deep as I could go. Using my thumb, I rubbed small circles on her clit.

"Aris,"She repeated as she clenched around me. Closing my eyes, I attached my mouth to her pussy and started sucking, still keeping my fingers inside of her. She let out a deep breath as she came in my mouth. I swallowed all of it before taking my fingers out. Just when she thought I was done I repeatedly flicked my tongue against her clit. I saw the way her legs were threatening to give out as I increased my pace before licking a stripe up her middle. "Holy fuck,"She moaned, though this was anything but holy. Not that I cared. As long as she was making noise, as long as I knew that I was making her feel good, then she could say anything, no matter how loud.

Gripping her thighs, I plunged my tongue inside of her, swirling it in a circle. She let out that sound as her breathing turned raspy before letting go. I got everything I could past my lips before staring up at her in awe. Not even because she was doing anything. Just because she exists.

I kept my eyes on my my pretty girl as I stood up. Shoving me against the wall, she dropped to her knees, pulling my clothes off. She met my eyes as she pulled out my throbbing cock and pumped me. I couldn't help but throw my head back as she circled my tip.

"Y/N,"I breathed out, running my fingers through her hair. Dropping my head, I saw her looking up as she gave teasing kitten licks to my tip.

"Please,"I begged. She looked at me with a devilish grin on that angelic face before wrapping her mouth around me. I made a makeshift ponytail in her hair as she started bobbing her head up and down. Feeling my tip hit the back of her throat, I dared to moan louder as my hold on her tightened. She started humming around me as she seemed to take me deeper and deeper. Feeling myself start to twitch I looked down, staring at her lips around my cock, at her knotted hair that I was still holding, and her skin littered with marks. So pretty. So precious, and right now she's mine.

Closing her eyes, she wrapped her hands around what couldn't fit and pumped me. With my breathing growing heavy, I full on pulled her hair as I shot my seed down her throat. Somehow, she swallowed all of it before pulling away.

"You inside me now,"She ordered, standing up. I immediately pinned her around the wall, teasing her entrance with my dick. She let out an inpatient groan as she wrapped her arms around me. I grabbed her ass and slammed into her. She buried her face in the crook of my neck, letting out those soft moans that she knows drive me crazy, making me go harder. With each thrust I let out a grunt of pleasure as she took me just as amazing as always.

"You're always so tight,"I groaned, feeling her grow wetter. She whimpered at my words as I felt her walls clench. "You always feel so good,"I mumbled against her neck. "Take me so well. Look so perfect while you do it,"I praised, feeling myself start to twitch. As her breathing was almost non-existent she came all over me. I pulled out and slammed into her one more time, climaxing inside of her.

"Oh fuck,"She whispered as I kept myself inside of her. Pressing my body against hers, I held her thighs before slamming her back into the wall. She looked ready to start screaming as I fucked her like it was all I knew how to do, like slamming into her, making her scream, and cumming inside of her until her thighs were coated with both of our liquids, was what I was made for.

"I'm gonna cum,"She moaned as she tightened.

"Then, cum princess. Cum all over my cock,"I whispered in her ear. She seemed ready to start screaming her throat raw so I put my fingers in her mouth for her to suck on. She did just that before climaxing. Feeling my thrusts get sloppier I pushed into her one more time before doing the same.

Out of breath, we both just needed a minute of not even moving as we came down from our highs. When she did I slowly let her legs fall to the floor.

Still, I kept my arms around her as I breathed in her scent, savoring the way it feels to go from fucking her so hard to loving her so gently. She is the only one who could ever make me feel like that. Like no matter what we did, how extreme we went, there was still so much love and care. All I ever wanted was her. It didn't matter how. From just holding her hand to pinning her against a wall, she was my everything.

So I didn't let go as I put my chin on her shoulder. I just drowned in this feeling I wish I could have forever.

Because I knew it wouldn't happen again, and I knew I would cry myself to sleep because of it.

[tiny-elf-of-doom]

Resident Evil: Merchant x Leon

Part 2! Another thanks to @x4ver1a look out for the final part!

18+ 🔞 MDNI 

Just as Leon had promised himself, he ended up taking a day of rest with Chinese takeout and the brilliant work of Dan O’ Bannon. His jeans were getting on his nerves, so he ditched them before settling into a cozy blanket. The film “Alien” had been a bit nostalgic for him since it was his favorite movie to watch after school as a teenager. The xenomorphs, that chest burst sequence, and Ripley’s tiny undies were his way out of using a Playboy magazine for personal matters. And it was all made better with his meal. Sometimes, sacred slug snackies were better than a random hookup. Sloppy lo mein and sticky orange chicken drenched in sweet and sour was far sexier.

He sat back against the couch cushions, enjoying every bite of that cheap Chinese. Finally, a moment of silence after the chaos that brought him nightmares every night. Instead of cooking rats and snacking on bugs on that island, he could have something that wasn’t entirely trash. Who am I kidding, Leon rolled his eyes, this is trash, but it was good trash. 

Ripley had just made her way on screen when a noodle slapped him on the side of his face. “Fight me, bitch.” 

Sadly it had lost to the strength of Leon’s bite force. It was outmatched, quite unfairly. However, it didn’t stop his reign of tyranny over those greasy noodles. Small, useless thoughts filled his head the more he ate. What did Ashley eat when she got home? Probably some kind of prime rib, or McDonalds’s. Who knew? With another morsel of chicken crunched into his mouth, Leon stopped chewing: what would Merchant have eaten? 

There was a pause. 

Who’s to say he needed any food? He could have been there for the longest time and had stolen things to eat from the cult. The very image of that man brought nausea to Leon’s stomach. Who knew if the bastard was alive or dead, fed or starving, rich or poor? The hunger had left Leon’s belly, so he put the white box of food in the fridge for later. He hated cold Chinese, but when it was midnight and he couldn’t sleep, it was a comfort. All of his internal debates were still bringing up the idea of who Merchant was; where he was. 

“Maybe he has some kind of trigger point. If he’s selling weapons to people who need them right as they need it,” Leon looked at his gun case hidden between a bookshelf and the wall, “then maybe I should raise some hell and ditch the ammo this time.” 

Leon considered his experiment for all of five seconds before he acted on it. Soon, he was brushing his teeth and putting his jeans back on to go out. He planned to attend a strip club where pretty girls went to make bank off sleazy men who loved the thrill. Leon would have a few drinks, spoil his favorite dancer, then start trouble. I’m an idiot, echoed in his head.

“But I gotta see you, Merchant. I just have to.” 

~*~

A punch to the face, various kicks to the gut, and Leon found himself being thrown over a small bridge and into a nearby river. Back tracking through previous events, the man had caused a fight when two idiots who were getting physical with his favorite girl. Next thing he knew, he was floating downstream, leaving blood pooling behind him. Those men were bigger than him, carried weapons with bullets and sharpened knives. Who was he kidding? He let them bully him until he was in enough trouble to go searching for his target.

If only he had brought ammunition, 

if only he wasn’t such a sensitive man when it came to saving innocents... 

if only he hadn’t wanted to see Merchant so badly. 

Up ahead, there was a small waterfall. The rapids were roaring loudly and strong enough to pull him under the water. They would keep him there as soon as he dropped. Anyone else would be panicking, but for a moment, Leon wondered what kind of hell he would be leaving if the waters claimed his soul. No more pain, emotional trauma, the works. He would just disappear, drown. 

What a dream, then he peered down where his feet were sliding towards the fall, nah, that’s a goddamn nightmare. 

Soon, he began to struggle with the return of his senses. To his left, a tree limb was just barely out of reach. The water was quickening and so was his injured body. Every smaller branch he could grab had snapped. The echoes of the falls were growing louder, pulling him forward into his demise. Without thinking, Leon screamed for help, choking on the river water that was slowly suffocating him. Such a violent, foolish end to his miserable life. He hated himself for his decisions until he felt a tight grip around his wrist.

Color faded in and out of his vision. Shadows bled into the corners of his eyes until the figure came into view. By then, Leon had passed out, leaving himself to the stranger who was attempting to save his life.  

[maki-matsurra]

May I please place a short series request with Tennessee cooper falling in love with a fellow thief (fem!reader plz). They keep accidentally meeting constantly before eventually starting to work together and ending up together (flirty rivals to lovers basically). Your short series are so unique and amazing, I’m very thankful for all that you do. We love you so much, keep up the fantastic work 👍

Hi! Thank you so much for your request!

YEEEEHAWWW! MY FIRST SHORT SERIES REQUEST! AND WITH BEST BOY TENNESSEE! I LOVE IT!

Thanks so much! I'll try and update this with new chapters as soon as I can! Hope you enjoy the first chapter though!

The fem!reader will be a raccoon as well! ^^

Outlaw Rivalry - Chapter 1

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The sun was beating down on Tennessee as he grinded again the railroad tracks, a confident smirk on his face. He was on his way to steal a new priceless gold pendant that was arriving today. He had been planning this score for weeks, and nothing was going to stop him from stealing it.

He spotted his destination coming up fast, so he quickly checked his cane to make sure it was loaded and ready to go before jumping off the rails and using the hook of his cane to swing across an electrical wire. He landed on the roof of a building, letting him have the perfect bird's eye view of the wagon that held the necklace.

He grabbed his binoculars out of his vest pocket and brought them up to his eyes, his tail swishing as he watched the two guards unpacking the merchandise, right on schedule.

But that was when he saw it, another raccoon with (F/C) fur, pointing their gun at the bodyguards, a mask over their face and their hat covering their head, so he couldn't get a good look at their mug, but what he could get a good look at, was the mysterious raccoon shooting the two bodyguards with no care in the world.

Tennesse's jaw dropped as he mumbled; "What in the..."

He couldn't finish his thought process as he watched the raccoon grab the necklace out of the case and make a run for it, causing him to quickly pack up his binoculars and give chase to them on the rooftops.

He had to admit, they were fast; But they had a slight disadvantage, they had to handle the busy streets of the town, but he had a clear path since he was on the empty rooftops, save for the gaps he had to jump, but he could clear them no problem.

Speaking of which, he made quite a large jump from a store to the saloon, which caused him to do a front roll, but he stuck the landing and run to an electrical wire. He jumped off of the building, and tightrope walked across the wire, watching and waiting for the right time to get the drop on them.

Literally.

He watched to see them passing right below him, which caused him to drop from his perch, right onto the other raccoon, causing other people around them to gasp and gawk at the pair. Tennessee cocked his gun and pointed it directly at the other thief's chest, a smirk on his face. "Sorry, partner. But I think you'll find this..."

He raised the piece of jewelry up with a finger; "Belongs to me. So I'll be taking it back~"

The other raccoon's (E/C) eyes widened as they growled, but as fast as he dropped down, he left. Running away from the crowd to try and find a way back onto the rooftops, or at least in the shadows on the hot, afternoon day.

He spotted a rain gutter up ahead, so with a smirk, he ran towards it, confident that he got another job well done, even though it started out more different than he expected.

That was until someone jumped onto his back and made him lean back completely, his face meeting the dirt as he was flipped onto his stomach, he coughed and glared as he noticed the thief taking off with the necklace once again.

"You wanna play dirty?" He asked, spitting some dirt out of his mouth and wiping it out of his eyes, glaring. He raised up his gun and clicked the safety off. "Let's play dirty."

He took aim, using his Crackshot technique to get the perfect aim onto the necklace, he took the shot, causing the thief to yelp and shake their hand as the bullet whizzed by, tossing the necklace behind them. Tennessee smirked to himself and began rushing to the piece of jewelry.

That was when the other raccoon grabbed their gun and held it out, pointing it at the outlaw, who retaliated and pointed his cane at them as well. It was silent as everyone scattered away from the street and the pair.

It was a standoff.

The pair continued to take slow steps towards the shiny piece of jewelry, tensions high, and their eyes locked onto each other. They were soon face to face, their guns still pointed at each other.

"Give me one good reason why I should let you take this necklace."

"... Well, jewelry is a girl's best friend~"

Tennessee's eyes widened in shock, completely caught off guard by the thief's voice, that he didn't notice the kick to his legs, causing him to trip and fall onto his back. Before he could get up, the thief placed their boot onto his chest, causing him to grunt and look up at them as they took their mask off.

It was a girl. A woman...

A very, very, attractive woman.

She smirked as she leaned down, close to his face. "Thanks for the fun time, sweetheart, but I believe this..."

The thief held up the necklace, letting the outlaw watch it gleam in the sun before she put it on herself. "Belongs to me. So, I'll be taking it back~"

She removed her foot from Tennessee's chest before running away, and just when he got up to a sitting position, he saw the female raccoon blow him a kiss before leaving out of sight.

He slightly blushed at the motion, but he soon smirked.

"Finally... A real challenge."

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Thou Shalt Not Covet

Status: In Progress

Summary: Your marriage is challenged by the wandering eye of the king. (Medieval AU)

Thou Shalt Not Cover

Thy liege, thy lord

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Short bolivia , steve shiping and ilusión

Is so cute♡