#We’re all just chilling in the hallway trying to be quiet

[lelengerine]

to have you

pairing | streamer!hyuck x streamer!reader

synopsis | your sleeping schedules never fail to worsen, but in luck, you have him to ease those troubles — just don’t mind the stream in the background, of course.

genre | established relationship, reader uses she!her pronouns once in this, use of nicknames for reader (baby, love) and hyuck (babe)

wc | 0.9k

notes | another gamer hyuck oneshot because im actually obsessed its unhealthy atp ;0; i'd love to know your thoughts on this one!

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its three in the morning, and the thuds of your soles echo through the quiet hallway as you walk down the familiar path to your boyfriend’s room — highly unaware said boyfriend is live on twitch for a 38 hour streaming challenge (courtesy of renjun doubting he couldn’t pull it off). 

you had been trying to fall asleep for the last hour, knowing all too well your sleeping schedule was declining from bad to even worse. yet no matter how much you toss and turn in hopes of falling into a comfortable position, nothing seems to make your eyelids droopy enough to fall asleep.

in the end, you sat up from the comfort provided by your bed, slipped your feet into a pair of fluffy slippers, and started trudging your way over to wherever your boyfriend was  — hence why you were currently approaching his room at this ungodly hour in the first place.

you twist the cold, metal doorknob open,  the amount of lights currently in use blinding you for a brief moment. “hyuck, what are you doing?” you question with a groggy voice, rubbing your eyes to hopefully ease them to the brightness of the room. 

“baby? what are you doing up?” haechan awkwardly moves himself closer to the camera to block you out as much as possible, knowing you probably haven’t realized the camera filming him all this time. 

user_01: Y/N IS HERE??

user_02: is that why he’s blocking the cam?

“couldn’t sleep.” the frustrated whine you let out only fuels haechan’s chat as they get affirmation on your presence in the room. 

you, on the other hand, only notice your boyfriend’s streaming materials properly set up after an entire minute had already passed. he’d usually store them away in one of the drawers so that meant…

 a wave of shock washes over you at the late realization, eyes flicking wide open as you crouch down to hide yourself in the current state you were in. “oh my god, im so sorry!”

“noo y/n, love. it’s fine, hm? just fulfilling my part of a bet with renjun.” your boyfriend reassures you, stepping away from his desk to crouch down at your level, meeting your dazed eyes. he gently cups your face with the palms of his hands, placing a gentle kiss on your lips — the feeling still lingering even after he had already pulled away.

user_03: SOMEONE CLIP THIS VOD ITS TOO CUTE

user_04: hii y/n!! we’re all just chilling with hyuck dont be shy :>

user_05: @.user_03 I GOTCHU BFF

“i should’ve checked if you were up to something.” you mumble, soft enough to not get picked up by the audio from haechan’s mic.

“you didn’t know, it’s okay.” he giggles, the bubbly sound lifting your spirit by a little. “plus, you were all cute being whiny about sleep.”

you laugh along with him, lightly smacking his chest. “you’re literally the only one who’d think that.” 

“i better be!” he protests with a gasp, “can’t have any others seeing you all cute and huggable like that. that’s part of my boyfriend rights.”

“what do i get in return then?”

“you, my love, get an unlimited pass to get cuddled by yours truly.”

“i think you benefit from that more than i do, babe.”

“do not!” haechan lets out a gasp, “but really, i can help you fall asleep- if you don’t mind the stream that is…”

“i think i’ve fallen asleep enough times on my own streams to not care, hyuck.” you chuckle, letting him lead you over to his desk.

he pulls a comfy chair from the side, patting the cushion to let you know where to sit. you give him a small smile, grateful he’s taking care of you despite his stream ongoing. 

once you get confortable enough, your boyfriend gently guides your head to his shoulder before mindlessly reaching out to play with your hair while reading the chat messages. you’ve realized he formed a habit of doing so quite early on into your relationship. 

it wasn’t like you minded it either, in fact, it was rather the opposite. to you, it was a soothing gesture he’d do every time the two of you were about to sleep. perhaps, you’ve grown too used to the feeling, to the point you couldn't sleep without it. without him. 

god, you’re so thankful to have him by your side.

user_06: i want what they have :(((

user_07: you guys are the cutest W(`0`)W

you doze off before knowing it, your boyfriend chuckling to himself at how your lips go agape ever so slightly. “chat, isn’t my baby just the cutest?”

user_08: you mean OUR baby?”

haechan reads that comment aloud for the rest of his viewers to hear. “now where are you guys getting that from?? y/n is mine, back away!”

user_09: BRO URE GNA WAKE Y/N UP

user_10: NOT MY STRIMER (￣^￣)ゞ

user_11: Y/N CALLS US HER BABIES TOO DURING STREAMS- WE ALL HAVE RIGHTS

“as if.” haechan scoffs in faux annoyance, opting to hug you a little tighter than he was before (to quote and quote assert his dominance over chat). “you guys are probably jealous of me, huh? i’m the one who has y/n in their arms.”

“and i hope it stays like this forever.” he whispers, a growing smile on his face as he glances down, glad he’s the lucky one who does have you in his arms.

#nct fluff #nct dream fluff #nct angst #nct dream angst #haechan fluff #haechan angst #donghyuck fluff #donghyuck angst #nct imagines #nct drabbles #nct dream imagines #nct dream drabbles

[beyondthesefourwalls]

The Great Escape

Summary: All you wanted on your wedding day was some time alone with your new husband. Luckily for you, Javy was more than game to make an escape and has just the hiding place in mind.

Pairing: Javy Machado x Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 1.4K 

Warnings: Suave Javy and fluff for days. 

Notes: Back on my Javy agenda. Written for @thedroneranger's pick your poison challenge, with one of the prettiest boards I’ve ever seen. I’m so excited to be able to post it on her birthday of all days! 

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You couldn’t contain your giggles as you slipped out of the ballroom, the sound of laughter, clinking glasses, and early 2000’s hip hop quieting as the ornate doors closed. All of your loved ones remained behind it, celebrating and more than halfway drunk from the open bar. But you and Javy craved a moment alone, and you were determined to get it, even if it meant sneaking out in the middle of an orchestrated dance battle Jake had agreed to start on your behalf. 

One hand held the skirt of your dress up as the other was held firmly in his as you hurried down the long hallway, the sound of your heels clicking against the pristine granite floors mixing with both of your laughter. 

“Hurry, hurry, hurry,” you urged, picking up your pace. Your mother hadn’t been far away from you all night, and you knew without a doubt she would notice you missing immediately and go looking for you. Like you thought it into existence, the door to the hotel ballroom opened just as you rounded the corner, Javy skidding in his shiny black shoes as he tried to keep pace with you without losing his grip on either your hand or the chilled bottle of Prosecco he had swiped from the bartender on your way out. You picked up into something closer to a sprint as she started calling your name. 

You made a split-second decision and veered off into a stairwell, the heavy metal door hitting against the walls and echoing in the space. Javy’s body pushed yours into the cold, tiled wall, shushing you quietly even as he struggled to contain himself. You tried to stifle your echoing giggles, hoping to remain hidden. You both held your breath at the sound of clicking heels right outside the door, but once they passed by and didn’t return, you burst into more laughter. 

“Wanna hang out here for a minute?” you asked, leaning against the wall as you caught your breath. Javy looked at you with a warm glint in his dark eyes, his lips curved into a smile just for you. The dim light filtering through the narrow windows cast gentle shadows on his face, and you could see when the look turned mischievous. 

“I have a better idea. Come on, Mrs. Machado. Hike up that skirt, we’re going up.” 

You squealed when he slapped your butt playfully, but the name sent a thrill through you that you didn’t even try and hide. You followed him up the stairs, your dress once again bunched in your hands. By the time you made it to the top, there were tears in your eyes from how hard the two of you laughed as you tripped over the material more than once. 

“Why did I wear a ballgown?” you panted as Javy pushed open the door to the roof. He snorted, and the two of you spoke at the exact same time when you said: 

“Your mother.” 

“My mother.” 

You laughed again as you stepped out onto the rooftop terrace, the cool night air hitting your flushed cheeks and providing a welcome respite from the chaos of the wedding reception. The San Diego city skyline twinkled around you as you took a deep breath of fresh air, taking it all in.  The night breeze tousled your hair as you stood there, reveling in the stolen moment of solitude and embracing the peace that came along with it. It was the first time you had been alone with Javy since you slipped the new piece of hardware on his finger and said I do just a few short hours ago. 

He wrapped his arms around you from behind, the cool bottle of the prosecco still clutched in his right hand chilling you when it bumped against your arm. "Mrs. Machado," Javy whispered against your ear, his voice filled with tenderness. He peppered gentle kisses along your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You tilted your head to the side, savoring the sensation as he continued to shower you with his affection. 

“I love the sound of that,” you admitted freely. 

Javy hummed in response, turning you in his arms so that you were facing him. He looked down at you with that same devastatingly handsome smile you fell in love with the moment you met him. He brushed a kiss across your painted lips, soft and sweet and not nearly enough for what you wanted. “Me too.” He leant his forehead against yours for just a moment, savoring the feeling. When he pulled away, he smirked at you and held up the bottle in his hand. 

“Feel like popping this with me?” 

“God yes,” you nearly moaned. 

His eyes were fixed on yours as he carefully twisted the wire cage off of the bottle. The anticipation in the air was palpable as he held it at an angle, and with a swift motion, he twisted the cork and a loud pop echoed through the night air. Neither of you had taken into account all the running you had done to get to your rooftop destination so when the bubbles frothed over the rim, cascading down onto your hands and his, you both laughed in surprised delight, jumping away from the overflow. 

“Smooth,” you joked, “you’re a regular casanova.” 

Your husband winked dramatically, shaking off some of the excess liquid from his hand. “You know it, baby. To us,” he toasted, taking a swig before handing you the sticky bottle. 

“To us.” 

The taste of prosecco danced on your tongue as you took a sip, savoring both the sweetness and the moment you were having it in. You passed the bottle back and forth as you leant against the railing of the rooftop. Javy pulled you closer, his arm draped around you, pressing your body to his. 

"I can't believe we did it," he said, his voice filled with awe. "We're married now."

You smiled up at him, feeling your heart swell. You couldn’t quite believe it either. "I know. It still feels surreal."

He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, sighing. "I couldn't be happier, Mrs. Machado."

"Me either, Mr. Machado," 

His eyes sparkled with a mix of love and adoration as he leaned in, his lips ghosting over yours in a teasing caress. The taste of bubbles lingered on his breath, intoxicating you even more than what was in the bottle. You melted into his embrace, wrapping an arm around his neck and deepening the kiss. Javy’s hands wandered down your back, his touch igniting a fire within you. You gasped against his lips as his fingers traced the delicate curve of your spine, sending electric currents through your body. The taste of the wine mingled with the heat of your kiss, creating a heady blend that you wanted to bottle up and keep forever.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment, the world around you fading away into a blur of lights and distant laughter. It was just the two of you, the way both of you preferred. 

When your lips finally parted, Javy's eyes locked with yours, full of an intensity that took your breath away. His voice was husky as he whispered against your mouth, “What are the chances we can go down and say our goodbyes and ditch the rest of the party?” 

Your heart raced at the suggestion, unable to resist the allure of being alone with him. But you huffed out a laugh, absolutely knowing better.  “You’ve met your new mother-in-law, right? We probably have ten more minutes max up here before she threatens to call the police and send out a search party.” 

He groaned, cursing under his breath, though you knew it was playful. “Well, you know what that means then.” 

You arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, scratching lightly at the back of his neck as you waited for him to elaborate. 

A mischievous smile played on Javy’s lips and he pulled you impossibly closer with a hand on your back while the other covered the one holding the bottle of prosecco, raising it. He took a sip before speaking, the look in his eye wicked in the best of ways. “We have ten minutes to finish this bottle, and I have ten minutes to kiss your lipstick off so that everyone knows exactly what we’ve been up to.”  

You giggled happily just as he kissed you, and you thought the taste of the sparkling wine would never taste as good from a bottle as it did from his lips. 

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Notes: Happy Birthday, Jay! I hope I did Coyote Casanova justice for you💚

Thanks to @roosterforme and @mak-32 as per usual!

#alli writes #pick your poison challenge #javy machado #javy machado appreciation #javy coyote machado x reader #javy machado x reader #javy coyote machado #javy machado fic #javy machado imagine #javy machado x you #javy machado x oc #javy machado fluff #coyote x reader #coyote x you #javy coyote machado x oc #javy coyote machado x you #tgm fic #top gun fanfiction

[abbatoirablaze]

Locked Up, Chapter 18

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: angst, blackmail, coercion, noncon relationship, mentions of murder, smut/unprotected sex, jealousy.

“We’ll keep you safe, doll!” Bucky moaned.  Your hips faltered and your rhythm fell as your orgasm washed over you.  Your back arched and your chest pressed against his as your toes curled.  Your thighs spasmed on either side of his as your core clenched around his cock.

“JAMES!”

“Baby!” He moaned as his cock twitched violently inside of his girlfriend’s core, “oh, FUCK!”

“Shh!” you whimpered, your hand falling over his mouth in an attempt to stifle his moans while he emptied himself inside of you.  You tried to lift yourself off of his cock but failed, impaling yourself yet again on his thick length, “oh, god….Ja-James…we have to be quiet.”

He muttered something against your hand, and you giggled, your entire body feeling sensitive from the warmth spreading in your lower stomach.  You removed your hand, letting it wrap back around his shoulders as you sat still on his lap, “god you’re amazing.”

“You feel like heaven…every time, baby…”

“We-we shouldn’t do this every time we have a session!” you gasped, trying to catch your breath, “James…we shouldn’t h-“

“Do you have sex with Everett every time?”

“Yes…”

“Balance between us!” he reminded you, as he leaned forward.  You nodded, your lips pressing against his. 

The three of you had an agreement since the riots just a few months ago.  You were secretly in a relationship with the both of them, and had agreed that whatever you did with one of them you would do to the other. 

“Curtis gets out in a year…” you reminded him, “What do I do then?”

Bucky frowned, his hands trailing up and down his girlfriend’s thighs, “what do you want me to say, doll?”

“H-how can I remain ‘even,’ with the two of you if he’s outside and you’ll never be on the outside?” you asked.

“I’ll get out eventually, doll.  Don’t you worry.  I’ll get out…and when I do…we’re disappearing…just like Hansen did with his girl…”

“But Curtis…”

“We won’t have to worry about it,” he muttered softly.  His eyes met yours once more, and it felt like he was staring deep into the depths of your soul, “just promise me that you’ll love me no matter what…”

“O-of course, James…”

“Promise me…”

“I promise,” you sighed, “I’ll love you no matter what.”

He smiled, leaning up once more to catch your lips with his.

The red lights lit up the hallway. 

Your heart felt like it was in your throat. 

You knew what was coming. 

“Did you think that I would let those animals touch you?”

A chill ran down your spine as you turned, seeing his angry face. 

“S-Steve…”

“Bunny, you belong to me!”

You went to scream, but he was on you in a second. 

No longer did he look like the charming mafioso, but instead his corpse was coming after you.  His face was bashed in, brain matter leaking all over your white top. 

“It’s your fault I’m dead, you rotten whore!”

You fought with all of your might against him, but he just wouldn’t let go.

“Baby…”

“LET ME GO!” You screamed, fighting against his arms, and how they pinned you to the floor, “LET ME GO!”

With a scream, you jolted from your desk. 

The warden stood in front of you, his brow raised, “doctor…”

“I-I’m sorry,” You whimpered, pushing yourself into a seated position. You looked down, straightening out your blouse, and checking for any signs that your dream wasn’t just a dream.  He narrowed his eyes at you, “I-I’m sorry.”

“Have you been falling asleep in your office a lot?” he questioned, “I only ask, because this is the second appointment that you’ve missed this week.  Your door was originally locked, so I had the guards check to see if your car was still here.  When they looked at the tapes, you never left your office after your appointment with inmate Everett.”

“I-I was just tired!” you lied.

“Hmm,” he said thoughtfully, “well…for good measure I had the guards go throw him in solitary until I could have a locksmith get here…”

Your eyes widened, “Curtis is in solitary?”

“Curious that you call an inmate by their first name doctor…” Tony hummed.

“Curious that you’re willing to throw an inmate into solitary with no reason or burden of proof.”

He chuckled as he sat down in the chair that the inmates usually sat in, “I think you’ll realize that these men are locked up, doctor.  The burden of proof is theirs and theirs alone.  I was being civilized in checking up on you and making sure that animal didn’t kill you.”

“The guards came and picked him up.  They have him bolted to the floor, despite the fact that he’s not aggressive with women!” you growled, “the guards talked to me while they unlocked him.  Why not talk to them if you wanted to ensure that he didn’t kill me?”

He shrugged, “well then…maybe I just wanted to punish him.”

“And why would you do that?” you taunted, “what reason do you have to punish an inmate who’s done nothing wrong?”

“Who said I was punishing him?” he asked, his eyes flickering to yours as he asked the question.

You felt like your heart stopped mid-beat, “What?”

“I said, who said I was punishing him?” Tony repeated, “who said that I wasn’t simply punishing you?”

“WH-why would you use an inmate to punish me?”

“Depends?” he asked, his gaze focusing on even the smallest of micro reactions from you, “Why would you be fucking the inmates?”

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me.”

“I-I’m not-“

“Cut the bullshit.  I know you’re fucking the inmates,” he spat, “Drysdale told me that you were screwing around with Jensen before he got shanked, and then you tried to screw around with him.  He turned it down when he realized that your cunt belonged to Rogers…”

“I wasn’t-“

“Oh shut up,” he said dismissively cutting you off, “Rogers is dead now, and yet you still walked around like you were little miss innocent.  So I started tracking your appointments.  And I noticed that you were cancelling ones scheduled after inmate Everett.  I went a little further back, and during the first few appointments with him, the guards said you rejected him being bolted down…”

You paled. 

He smirked, “mandatory policy changes are a real wrench in your bucket, aren’t they?”

Your stomach turned.

For the past few weeks, the guards had refused you when you said that Curtis didn’t need to be bolted to the floor. 

And for a while, you had wondered why.  They had allowed it even after the riots, but they just attributed it to Tony’s rule changes once he ‘got settled.’

“What are you going to do to me?” you asked. 

You knew that nothing good could come of it.  Legally speaking, you could lose your job.  Your license to practice could be revoked. 

It would be the death of your career.

Even if he couldn’t prove it at a trial when he fired you.  The accusation alone would make sure that you never got hired again. 

His eyes flickered over your body and you felt your stomach turning even more.

You’d seen that look before, and on more than one occasion. 

You’d remembered him looking at you like that the first day he came to the prison, and had been introduced to the staff. 

“I think you know what happens next!” he said softly, the most devious of smirks perching itself on his face.

“Y-you’re married…and I’m-“

“I didn’t ask for your analysis of it all, doctor!” he grunted, leaning back into the chair, “just…do to me what you do to Everet…and maybe I make a call to solitary…maybe I stop them from beating the hell out of him…maybe they beat him within an inch of his life instead of ending it!”

You felt yourself freeze, “What did you say?”

“Do you really want me to repeat that?” he smirked.

“Y-you wouldn’t kill an inmate!” you said quickly, “you would-“

“Try me!” he growled, cutting you off.  You felt worry coating every once of your soul as you looked at him.  The tears that built within you pricked the corners of your eyes. 

“Curtis didn’t do-“

“Curtis is getting the shit beat out of him, doc…do you really want to waste your time?” he asked, pulling the cell phone from his pocket, “You know…Magda doesn’t like him much to begin with.  I wonder how long he has with him, Officer Tyler, and Officer Salazar making sure he’s…docile.”

“Please!” you begged softly.

He wiggled his cell phone in the air and looked at you, “do what you were made to do then, doc…take care of me.”

You raised on shaky legs as he unlocked the phone. 

“T-tell them to stop first…”

“I’ll tell them to stop when you earn it!” he grunted, playing with the phone.

You took a shaky step towards him, your heels clicking hollowly on the ground beneath you.  You felt the acidity from your stomach working its way up your throat as you began to feel sick.

You were being blackmailed. 

Your heels clicked again and you were in front of Tony.  You felt as hollow as the sound your knees made when you fell to them, the sting of your knees against the hard floor barely feeling real.

The quiet of the normally bustling prison made you feel like you were having a moment of déjà vu.

And then the lights turned red.

Tag List:  @lohnes16, @prokey16, @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @teambarnes72, @cjand10, @angstylittleb1tch

#locked up #prison au #jail au #marvel #marvel au #the avengers #steve rogers #captain america #bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky #curtis everett #snowpiercer au #tony stark #ironman

[smh-yoon]

Ink ✰ Kuroo Tetsurou

a/n: okay so actually im doing much better than i thought after my breakup which i never told you guys about but yeah :')

genre: romance, soulmate au

pairings: tetsu x reader

warnings: none :) cursing maybe

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you mumbled under you breath, letting out a sigh as you scrubbed the ink covering your wrists. he always did this. covering your skin with the most crude things in the middle of class, like it was funny.

and it might have been, if you were twelve. but no, you were a university student, and from what you knew, so was your soulmate. so you'd figure he would stop doing such childish things, wouldn't you?

once the ink was light enough to pass as unintelligible, you turned off the faucet of the school sink, wiping your arms dry with the paper towels next to the trash can. as often as you could, you avoided the cold bathrooms of the university, finding them far too unsettling to be in for more than a minute.

but of course as luck would have it, you got stuck after chemistry scrubbing obscenities off your skin.

with another heavy breath, you pushed open the door to the bathroom and hurried down the quiet hallways onto your next destination: calculus. not that calculus was particularly hard, the professor just made the content so.. boring. the old woman who taught the class was sweet, but so quiet and monotonous. you were hanging onto your grade by the edge of your seat.

a quiet whisper to your left barely caught your attention, but you paid no mind. you had no friends in this class, meaning it was probably not your business anyways.

but then there was a tap on your shoulder. you turned around, meeting the eyes of kuroo testuro. he was the biggest hotshot in your year, smart, attractive and quite popular. he was invited to every party, but he never showed up to any of them. most of all though, he was the annoying boy who was unfortunately placed in many of your classes.

he was always making jokes and laughing with his buddies. calculus was supposed to be one of your classes where you didn’t have to deal with him.

“look at that. it’s like we’re meant to be, huh?”

you narrowed your eyes, watching his pretty lips curl into a smirk. leaning back in his seat, his gaze flitted back up to the professor, going back to scribbling in his notes. letting out a breath, you turned back in your seat, trying to make it through the rest of your lecture.

as soon as the professor dismissed class, you hurried out, trying to make your way through the crowd and find the comfort of your dorm. an arm slung itself around your shoulder, drawing you into someone’s side.

you groaned, shoving kuroo away from you. “what, are you stalking me now?” he said nothing, smirking again as he stopped in place.

at this point, the two of you had made it into an isolated hallway near the back entrance of the maths building. it was the exit you took everyday. “y/n.” he called out to you, waiting for you to stop.

you turned slowly, raising a brow. if you ignored him and kept moving, you could make it to your dorm and lock him out. or to the security office where they’d tell him to leave you alone. either way it meant he would have to leave, and you’d make it to your nice bed.

a sly smirk slid onto his face, head tilted back with his hands in the pockets of his grey sweatpants. his eyes glinted, watching as you tried to avoid checking him out. “how about i ask you for a favor, hm?”

warily meeting his gaze, your eyes narrowed and you straightened your back. “go to hell, im not interested.”

as your back turned and you made your way towards the exit, kuroo’s footsteps echoed slowly behind you, sauntering slowly towards you like a wolf stalked a bunny. he just barely called out to you before you pushed the door open, sending chills up your spine.

“you’ll come back to me. you’ll see.”

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

you’d be damned if you ever admitted to kuroo that you needed his help. he had the highest marks in your year, practically a genius in the form of a cocky, annoying, hot boy.

it had been nearly a week since you began studying for midterms, and dread had begun to seep under your skin. every night was spent in the library, ears plugged with whatever music came on as you scribbled away in your numerous notebooks, running on two energy drinks. being a university student was no joke, you’ve learned.

a sigh left your mouth as you raised your hands above your head, stretching and shaking out your arms to rid yourself of the stiffness that came with sitting in the barely comfortable chair for hours.

“you’re going over this chapter again? i thought you had already.” you jumped, ripping out your earbuds and moving away from kuroo, leaning over the table at your side. he flashed a brief smirk, attention turning back to the mess of studying laid out in front of you. “you’re making this too complicated, try this way.”

he took the pencil from your hands, writing down the equation and solving it in a much simpler way. with furrowed brows you listened as he explained, sitting down in the chair next to you.

once he’d finished, he grabbed the textbook and wrote down a practice equation, placing it in front of you with your pencil. “here, try it. i can help you.”

as much as you hated to admit it, your heart was nearly drowning out your thoughts with how loud it was beating. kuroo was attractive, that much was true. not only was he physically attractive, he had a lot of redeeming qualities as a person. here he was helping you study, even though you’d shut him down before. you’d seen him with his friends, how supportive he was. there were deeper parts of him that you tried to ignore. there was no point in falling for him.

nearly an hour had passed at this point, and the energy drinks had begun to wear off. rubbing your eyes, you sighed, closing your textbook and throwing your pencil into your bag.

“thank you.” kuroo barely caught your mumbling, watching your tired eyes blink slowly, sliding over to meet his own gaze. your lips twisted and you averted your gaze back towards the rest of your supplies strewn across the table. this made kuroo smirk, resting his arm in front of you and leaning over you.

your gaze snapped up to meet his, eyes wide at the new proximity between the two of you. the blood rushing towards your face was making you heat up, your heart beating even louder than before.

kuroo’s dark eyes stared into yours, licking his lips slowly as you swallowed thickly.

“do i make you nervous?”

you couldn’t bring yourself to speak, gaze trailing down kuroo’s face, lingering on his lips, his jaw, his neck. how did you go from being so adamant about avoiding him, to holding your breath just sitting next to him? granted, he was provoking you.

with another sly smirk kuroo leaned back into his seat, fingers reaching out to take a pink pen from your bag with one hand and wrapping around your wrist with another. keeping eye contact with you, he slowly dragged the pen over your skin, creating a thin pink line over your palm.

just as you were about to ask what the hell he thought he was doing, he lifted his hand next to yours, an identical pink mark over his palm. suddenly, there was not enough air for you to breathe.

he quirked a brow seeing your shock, and dragged the pen over your wrist this time, as you watched the mark appear on his skin after yours.

“how did you–”

kuroo placed a kiss to your palm, over the pink line of ink. another quirk of his lips and he stood, gathering his own things and waving to you.

“you’ll always come back to me, doll. you’ll see.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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[jen-with-a-pen]

Honeysuckle ❀ IV

SERIES ❀ PREVIOUS ❀ NEXT

summary: You and Bucky are getting ready for another one of Stark's Signature Events when Bucky finds out his outfit has been sabotaged. Accident or not, pink just might be his color after all.

pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

warnings: cursing, embarrassed Bucky, the color pink, sam didn't mean it he was just fucking around, outfit descriptions for reader but little to no mention of body description, fluff and closeness and light touching and slight ✨feelings✨

word count: 1.68k

original a/n: yes this was inspired by the pink met gala look. no i will not be taking further questions. also, just like the other parts of Honeysuckle, this is standalone in this lovely little universe i've managed to create. love u all as always ♥ edit a/n: going back through this one was a delight :3 i like seeing how my writing has grown exponentially since first writing these idiots ♥

a/n 04/2024: hi! i have gone through and rewritten and reformatted a few parts in the fic in order to make it flow better and to ensure it has all-inclusive language in it (this was one of my first fics in the fandom and was not as educated as i am now.) if there are any mistakes, please feel free to DM me and kindly let me know :)

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“Bucky, we’re gonna be late!” You called from your perch on the couch. You finally secured the bracelet you’d been struggling with for five minutes when a loud groan answered from behind the cracked bathroom door, followed by a painful, “Goddamnit!” 

You jumped as Bucky’s voice shook his apartment. Cautiously, you rose from the couch and moved to the door, muttered cursing and muffled thuds coming from behind it, freezing when Bucky called your name before you could grab the door handle.

“Uh, yeah, Buck?” You swallowed, nervous, thinking of ways to navigate his tone. You’d never heard him talk like this before. Ever.

Bucky cursed again. “Gah–fuck me– could you go ‘n get Sam?” The icy undertones of his request sent a chill down your spine.

“Wh– Buck, we gotta get going, why would you want–”

“Now, Honey.” 

His demand came stronger than you expected, sending you reeling back from the door. You blinked. He sighed immediately after he checked himself, frustrated, uttering another curse under his breath before trying again.

“Now, Honey, please?” His voice softened, granted there was still an edge to it. You paused, even more confused as to why he wanted Sam, of all people, right this fucking second. The gala was starting in twenty minutes and you were already running behind.

“I– Yes.”

A quiet ‘thank you’ followed you out into the hallway as you made a bee-line for Sam’s quarters. Heel clicks echoed off the tile floor, bouncing off the walls as you quickened your pace, stopping abruptly at Sam’s quarters. You pounded on the door, calling out his name. No response.

“Sam Wilson, get out here, damnit!” You yelled, fists readied for another swing at the door. Just before making contact, the door flew open, revealing one Sam Wilson with a brow cocked and busy hands looping a wine-red tie around his popped collar.

“Damn, Honeysuckle, didn’t know you were capable of using such language,” he tisked. You rolled your eyes.

“Sam, Bucky needs you,” you spat out. Sam paused, brow dropping while a dismissive smirk plastered his face. He didn’t believe you. And, honestly, who would?

Sam scoffs a laugh. “Why? Does he need help oiling his gears?”

He stifled a chuckle but you weren’t in any mood to laugh. You instead lunged, yanking him out into the hallway with you, slamming the door shut. He instantly dropped the act.

“Will you just shut the fuck up and come with me?” You demanded through gritted teeth. For all you knew, Bucky could be suffering from another panic attack. Alone. The mere thought of that made your heart hammer harder. And if being late and Sam’s thick skull hadn’t already pissed you off, that sure as hell did.

“Okay, alright, I’m comin’.” Sam nodded, following you down the hallway, still fiddling with his tie. 

“He’s in there,” you said, pointing to the bathroom door as the two of you entered Bucky’s quarters. Sam led the way, gently knocking on the door.

“Bucky? It’s me, can I come in?”

Not a word was uttered as the door cracked open slowly and a metal-plated arm jutted out, yanking Sam into the bathroom before quickly slamming it closed. You flinched, the small living room settling into silence as you stood outside the bathroom, hands fidgeting with the glittery fabric of your dress. It felt like ages of nothing but incoherent, hushed conversation coming from the other side of the door. At your wit’s end, you were about to yell break the door down yourself when Sam started cackling at the top of his lungs. 

Now you were really confused.

“Honey!” He managed to call between howls. “Get in here!”

You hesitated. Gripping the handle, you cautiously pushed the door open to a scene that was the last thing you could have possibly imagined.

Sam stood by the sink, bent over in stitches while tears brimmed his eyes in futile attempts at trying– and failing– to stop laughing. His suit jacket wrinkled at the waist as he jutted an arm out from his stomach, bracing himself on the countertop. 

“Sam what the fuck–!” you began to scold him, turning your head to Bucky. 

Your jaw dropped.

The hulking ex-hitman stood against the opposite wall with his head bent to the floor, loose strands of hair falling from his slicked-back ponytail. His arms crossed over his chest, failing to cover the source of Sam’s outburst: his bright pink dress shirt. And it wasn’t like a typical white-shirt-got-in-with-the-reds-type pink. No, his shirt was as if a flamingo colored itself with a highlighter and then rolled in cotton candy. Bucky’s face was close to matching the hue perfectly as Sam continued to holler over the bathroom sink.

“Oh! Oh, Bucky,” you cooed, voice wavering as you bit back a smile. You stepped toward him, placing your hands on his sulking shoulders. He dared not to look up from his staring contest with the floor as his face became even more flushed at your touch.

“Hey, Buck,” you coaxed as you gently lifted his chin with a finger, “look at me will ya?”

He sighed, relenting, finally meeting your stare. Baby blues beamed right through you as he held your gaze with sad, puppy-dog eyes you couldn’t resist looking away from.

“How did this even happen?” You questioned him, and Sam, looking between them.

“I asked Sam for help doing my own laundry,” Bucky groaned, “and he told me to just throw everything in. Even the reds ‘n whites.” 

“Sam!” You whipped around, shooting daggers as your grip tightened on Bucky’s shoulders. 

“What? He asked, I helped!” he defended. “Didn’t think he’d actually take me seriously!”  Sam wiped away a tear as he caught his breath, smoothing out his suit. Utterly speechless at the minimal amount of brain cells Sam apparently possessed, and empathetic to Bucky’s situation and sweet, sweet naivety, you sighed as thoughts raced to think of ways to remedy the situation so you all could at least show up by the end of cocktail hour because you really fucking needed a drink.

You looked to Bucky, chewing your lip, searching his features for an answer. Then it hit you.

“Wait here,” you ordered, “both of you.” You pointed to Sam as you made way to the elevator in the hallway as fast as your heels could carry you. Once on your floor, you sprinted into your apartment, hurrying to your closet in search of the dress you remembered immediately dismissing when Wanda was helping you choose what to wear for that night. Something you’d never be caught wearing ever, especially at such a public event. With cameras. And strangers.

Do it for Bucky, do it for Bucky, do it for Bucky.

You stripped your old dress off, leaving it on the floor of your closet as you wiggled yourself into the 'eye sore of the century’– your words, in contrast to Wanda’s literal heart eyes when you’d tried it on– and prayed to anything holy that this would make Bucky feel better.

You raced out the door and back into the elevator, hoping F.R.I.D.A.Y. was the only one to see you. So far.

“Man, hey,” Sam nodded to Bucky, who still refused to look him in the eye. Sam rolled his eyes, heart filling with just a tad bit of guilt for messing with him. 

“Buck–”

“Don’t call me Buck.”

“Okay, you know what? I’m sorry. There, ya happy?”

Bucky grunted in response, shifting his weight as he continued to analyze the tiled flooring.

“Bucky, c’mon, I–” Sam stopped mid-sentence, interrupted as the bathroom door whipped open, revealing you standing in the threshold. Your arms crossed over your chest holding a black suit jacket. A bubblegum pink midi dress complete with a multitude of sequins hugged you as you waited for Bucky to notice. Sam sure as hell did.

“Bucky– Honey– Woah.” Sam straightened, adjusting his tie and buttoning his jacket.

Sam’s reaction snapped Bucky out of his trance. His eyes skimmed from the floor to your heels, eyes growing wider and wider as he made his way up to meet your sharp gaze. Without hesitation, you cocked a hip and threw the jacket at him. He caught it, confused, bewildered, utterly mesmerized. Still clueless, however, he looked down at it then back at you. If he didn’t know any better, he’d be drooling. 

“C’mon Buck, get dressed or we won’t make it in time for cocktail hour,” you huffed, tapping at an imaginary wristwatch. 

Bucky gulped. A deer in headlights. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught sight of the biggest grin breaking out on Sam’s face. Without another word, he placed a quick peck on your cheek and snuck past you, closing the door. Finally, Bucky seemed to snap back to reality and did as you asked. He swung the jacket over his broad shoulders, adjusting the cuffs and moving to the mirror. You stepped behind him, observing him over his shoulder as he adjusted his tie. 

“You didn’t have to do this, ya know,” he muttered, his small smirk quickly growing across his lips.

“Yes, I did,” you replied, grabbing his waist and spinning him towards you. Manicured fingers reached for his collar, adjusting it as you locked eyes with him. You offered a soft, genuine smile as you tucked a loose lock of hair behind his ear. He returned with one of his own, a free hand finding its way to your waist while your own slid down to stay on his cheek. Your thumb softly stroked his cheek, smooth from when he shaved that morning. In that moment it was as if you were pulling each other closer and closer with each passing second, the air magnetizing as hands lingered for seconds longer than you both were used to. 

In this light, something inside of you screams at how handsome he is.

You ignore it, though, instead suddenly remembering you both had a gala to get to.“Now, let’s go,” you said, dragging him out of his apartment. “I need a damn drink.”

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Books, Love & Oatmeal (Forrest Bondurant x Reader)

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Modern AU, Bookshop AU, Werewolf AU

Pairing: Werewolf bookshop keeper!Forrest x Fem Human!Reader

Word count: 2.8K

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, an overly worried Forrest, a sprinkle of self-loathing

Summary: Stomach flu season is a yearly occurrence. However, Wolves are less susceptible to disease in general and therefore generally have a smaller pocket of knowledge on how it affects other species. So when you fall ill with the bug, Forrest experiences first hand the stress of having to take care of his human mate.

Although, perhaps he takes things a little too far.

Author’s Note: This piece is from Forrest’s POV.

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I hate seeing her like this.

Usually she is full of life, ready to chastise me for coming home with muddy boots after a hike. For wandering off when we’re on the road. Or for killing prey which we could cook up for dinner. Fortunately, that’s only on the days Y/N takes care of it.

I don’t have the heart yet to enlighten her about my secret recipes. And I think that’s the last thing she wants to hear right now.

The sour smell has worsened since the morning. I first caught a whiff of it when she sprang up out of bed, rushed into the bathroom, and let it all out. Pale-faced, she returned, an unsteady hand on the door knob.

Jack and Howard would never let up if they heard me, but I couldn’t help but whimper at her state. It turned into a soft whine when I got to my feet and picked her up, an involuntary shiver further chilling her cold skin. I tucked her in after pulling an extra blanket from the closet to wrap her up in.

“Forrest, I need to get to work,’’ she said, trying to get up. She started to struggle when I tried to gently push her back onto the pillows. ‘‘I’m expected at the office.”

I’m not always in control and often exercise more strength than necessary. However, and the mere thought makes me uneasy still, I consciously made use of the Wolf to keep her in place. It’s my responsibility that she's in good health and it’s only natural to take a sick day when you’re ill. If I hadn’t done that, she’d gone out and the sickness would’ve worsened. I did the right thing. 

Don’t mean I don’t hate myself for it. 

“No, you’re staying home. Where’s your phone? I’ll call your boss and tell them you’re not coming.”

A small gasp fell from her lips, eyes wide in surprise at the use of force. Yet, Y/N continued to protest, fiercer than before. “I can work from-’’

“No working from home either. If they don’t like it, I’ll send for Jack. He’ll know how to butter them up just right.”

“I’m okay.”

“Sure as hell didn’t sound like it.” I nodded at the door, indicating the bathroom across the hallway. “You sounded even worse than Howard after he’s been on the whiskey. You’re staying home to get some rest.”

“But-’’

“And that’s final.”

She should have struck me then or at least gotten angry with me for breaking the promise I made her after it happened the first time. Perhaps it was exasperation combined with the recklessness of the Wolf, which knows it’s an effective way to end any argument. Perhaps it was even a conscious act, the line blurred between the beast and me again in a way that makes it hard to distinguish between who acted.

I growled at her.

Another reason I hate myself at times.

In an attempt to make amends, I patted her head and let out an apologetic whine. I don’t blame her for swatting my paw, no, my hand and pushing me away when I tried to nuzzle her. 

Resigned, I grabbed her phone off her bedside table and left the room. In the quiet hallway, I waited, nauseous with the sharp sting of fear in her scent and the anticipation of the first sobs on the other side of the door. Tough as she may be, any confrontation with potential direct violence nevertheless leaves its mark on her.

After a few moments of nothing, I called her boss to let them know she would take a sick day.

She had her back turned to me when I returned. Afraid of making matters worse, tail tucked between my legs, ears flat against my head, and head bowed I remained by the door. Although, in hindsight, I only did the latter. 

I think.

I’m not sure. 

Tends to happen a lot these days.

“Try to eat something. And drink enough water.”

“Not hungry.”

“Sweetheart, you need to eat.”

“I’ll just puke it out again.”

I sighed and padded around to her side of the bed. The mattress dipped when I sat down, a hand on her cheek. The fact she allowed me to touch her meant she had forgiven me. 

Again. 

More than she should. 

“Guess the shop won’t open today.”

“What? No, Forrest, you can go to work. I’ll be fine. After all, I’m more than capable of looking after myself.” She placed her hand over mine, giving it a squeeze meant to be encouraging yet was so light and meek it only empowered my hunch she wouldn’t be. “Really, it’s okay. Go open your shop. You need the income.”

“Promise me you’ll eat. Even if it’s just some yogurt.” She made a face, evidently not liking being told what to do. However, when it comes to her health, it’s one of the few fields I want to be her authority in.

She’s my mate, so it’s my duty to look after her.

Her skin was cool against my lips when I kissed her forehead. “First, rest. I’ll be right downstairs, so shoot me a message if you need anything.”

Jack can’t live without the thing, always talking to someone, but I hate having a phone. What point is there in being available to everyone all the time? Apparently, no one can stand on their own legs anymore. However, for Y/N, I make an exception.

I want her to reach me.

For us to connect.

Fortunately, today seems to be another quiet day. I have an inkling people are intimidated by me and it affects the customer flow, but right now that’s the least of my concerns. Neither are the boxes with fresh stock that were left on the pavement. Besides, I don’t think anyone would appreciate the sole employee only being able to look at his phone.

Has she eaten? She said she’d try. Does she need anything else? I should’ve made soup before I left. Maybe made a nest. Why hasn’t she sent a message?

My stomach does a somersault as a bleak thought surfaces.

What if something happened and she can’t? Oh God, don’t let it be so.

I put the book in my hands on my lap to reach for my phone once again. It seems neither the scenery nor a good story will bring peace of mind today. The customers can wait, business can wait. I’ll even close the shop if I have to.

The screen lights up with the selfie we took on our last hike. I don’t like having my photo taken, but Y/N insisted we should at least have one together to add to the already small collection. I suppose she’s right. She deserves something to remember me by. 

Still nothing.

I can feel the fangs protruding from my gums as irritation takes over. Though she’s a capable human girl, I hate it when she does this. Trying to act like she’s fine when she needs help. Insisting to take care of herself while she’s sick.

I should be upstairs making sure she’s fed. Run her a bath, change the bedding while she soaks the sickness out, dress her in a fresh pair of pyjamas, and tuck her in. Safe and warm.

“What’re you looking so glum for today, Forrest?” Mrs Talbot, one of my few regulars, puts the book she’s selected on the counter. Slender fingers entwined, she lets her hands rest on it. Seems like she won’t let me ring her up before she’s got an answer.

Bless her.

I clear my throat and slightly let my head hang in apology for my bad mannerisms. “It’s my ma- girlfriend, ma’am. She… she isn’t well.”

“Oh deary, what’s the poor thing come down with?”

“I don’t know, but she can’t stomach food or drink. I told her to at least try to eat something, but I don’t think she will.” I clench and release my fists. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Don’t worry, my son, it’s stomach flu season. Besides, she isn’t a Wolf, so it’s not surprising she’s caught the damned bug.”

“You- You know what I am?” I blink a few times, trying to register her words. Judging by the air of calm seriousness around her, I heard her correctly.

“I’ve seen you and your brothers skulking around my orchard, yes.” A warm though knowing smile spreads on Mrs Talbot’s thin lips, blue eyes alight with mischief. “My Reggie was one too. Besides, and this was a long time ago, mind you, I used to be a doctor for people like you.”

Why is it that old women have the most astounding secrets, the most vivid lives?

“She’ll be alright, dear. Make her a cup of tea and let her rest. Oh, and warmth. That’s important too.” She gives me a cheeky wink. “I can attest to that from first-hand experience.”

Well, Wolves have a higher body temperature so I suppose I’m warm enough. Gives me a chance to practise cuddling.

“Thank you, ma’am, for the advice.” I bite down the cheerful yap aching to come out. “It’s easier to care for my brothers than her. Humans are frailer, needing more to survive.”

“Fortunately, it sounds like the lucky girl has a Wolf watching over her. How much do I owe you?”

Out of gratitude and the small piece of solace she’s given me, I tell Mrs Talbot the novel is on the house. After all, it’s the least I can do to repay the various kindnesses she’s shown me since I arrived here and opened the shop. Albeit a bit reluctantly, she eventually agrees and leaves.

The rest of the day is quiet. Overall, I think most time was spent reading by the window or pacing around the shop to clear my head. Fortunately, there is no one to be insulted by my frequent use of my phone. Also, I don’t mind the occasional truly slow day, but with Y/N sick in bed it’s close to maddening.

As soon as six o’clock rolls around, I close up the shop and rush up the stairs on the side of the building. I burst through the front door and head to the bedroom.

She’s where I left her, a half-full jug of water and a vegetable sandwich with a small bite taken out of it on the bedside table. “I’m home.”

Her eyes wander from the screen of her e-reader, a faint smile on her lips. “So I heard.”

I crouch down at her side and cup her cheek. Her skin is still colder than it should be. The nauseating sour note underlining her scent hasn’t decreased. “Got through the day alright?”

“Yeah, read a lot mostly.” She nods at the television on the dresser. “Watched a movie too.”

“Good,” I say before I get up and walk to the kitchen to make her some oatmeal, taking the sandwich with me. It’s done the trick with Jack and Howard when they couldn’t hold anything down so it should work for her too. Ma’s recipe works wonders.

You shouldn’t try solid food like this. Too many fibres and gluten. Will only agitate your stomach.

A few minutes later, I return to the bedroom. Y/N scrunches her nose when she notices the contents of the bowl in my hand.

“Oatmeal’s good for you.”

“Don’t like it.”

“It’ll provide some of the nutrients you need and you haven’t eaten all day.”

“Could barely keep the water down.”

“But water ain’t food. Please.” I put the bowl on the bedside table, kick off my shoes, sit down on the edge of the bed, and rest my forehead against hers. Though I hate to do it, I manipulate my scent in hopes of convincing her. Being a Wolf is a blessing and a curse. “One bite. The rest don’t matter, but try at least that one bite.”

Y/N uses my fingers to warm hers, devoid of their usual warmth, up. “Go make dinner for yourself. I can do one day without food.”

I huff and shake my head. “Not hungry. Besides, I ain’t eating if you aren’t.”

The mere thought of having to sit alone at the dinner table makes my stomach roil. To have to face the emptiness of the kitchen when she isn’t there to watch me cook or vice versa. To not cook together because one of us has found a new recipe online or wants to try something new. To be alone in the silence, which won’t be broken by the occasional excited clap or one of those pleased little outcries she does when something tastes good.

She scoffs, her eyes closed as she raises my palm to her cheek to bask in its warmth. “So it’s okay for you not to eat, but not for me?”

“You’re sick, Y/N. It’s important to eat when you’re sick.”

“I’m fine, Forrest.”

“Then why is your hand cold, hm? Why does the stink of disease underline your scent?” I swallow the snarl bubbling in my throat, which transforms into a powerless whine. Gently, I brush my thumb over her skin. “Please, honey. Just one bite, that’s all I ask.”

She lets out a deep sigh of resignation. “Fine. But if I throw up again, it’s on you.”

“You won’t,” I shake my head, retract my hand to grab the bowl, and hold up a spoonful for her. “The family recipe don’t work that way. It heals, nourishes. Ma always made it for my brothers and I when we were pups. Basically raised us on the stuff.”

“Let’s hope it does the same for me.”

Gaze fixed on the oatmeal, she takes a few deep breaths to steel herself. Then she leans in to let me feed her. She swallows the food fast, nose scrunched. Nonetheless, the second after, after her eyebrows shoot up in wonder. “Wow, that… that’s pretty good.”

“Want another bite?” I try to restrain the delight causing a pleasant buzz in my limbs. After all, I don’t think she’d appreciate me pouncing on and licking her.

She nods carefully, considering her stomach.

One bite follows another and soon the bowl is empty. I pluck a tissue from the box beside the jug and clean her mouth, purring. “Attagirl. There.”

Y/N slumps beneath the sheets, rolled on her side in the fetus position. Curled up like a pup. “That was nice. Really tasty.”

“That’s good to hear. Let’s make it an early night. You need to rest.”

“I’m plenty rested. Been in bed all day.”

“Until ten o’clock. Afterwards, it’s lights out.”

She pouts, evidently disagreeing with me. However, the murmured ‘‘fine’’ is affectionate, glad to be looked after.

After cleaning up and changing into something more comfortable, I settle into the sheets next to her. Acting on Mrs Talbot’s advice, I scoot closer to put my chest against her back. A hand on her stomach, I entwine my legs with hers. This cuddling sure is an effective way to keep her in place.

There. Warmth. This is how you do it, right?

Then again, it looks like only one form of it. In the movies and series we saw, it happened in various ways. In bed, on the couch, on a bench in a park. Sometimes the male human would drape his arm over the female human’s shoulders to pull her close, but that’s not possible in our current position. She also can’t sit on my lap. I guess the most important thing is for our bodies to be close, touching.

No, this is right.

“Um, Forrest, what are you doing?” Y/N glances over her shoulder, an eyebrow cocked.

“They do this in the movies, when a man likes a woman.’’ I lean back a bit to try and discover where the fault in it all lies. ‘‘Don’t like it? Or am I doing it wrong?”

She merely laughs, a lovely sound which melts the tenseness in my muscles. “You watch too many movies. They give a false image of what romance is.” 

She tries to flip around, but the hold I have on her prevents it. The look of surprise when she notices she can’t move her legs turns into amused resignation. She falls back into the pillow. “Forrest, can I get my legs back?”

“Do you need them?”

“Well, yeah. How else am I gonna get out of bed?”

“You won’t. You stay here, shut your pretty eyes after we watch a movie or a series, whatever you want, and sleep. No getting up.”

“How about you? If you get up, what will prevent me from doing the same?”

I nuzzle into her, briefly burying my face between her shoulder blades before doing so in her hair. Her scent has mixed with mine, underlining the cherry blossom and spice shampoo she uses. I let out a content sigh. “I ain’t going nowhere.”

Not until she’s better.

And even afterwards I’ll remain at her side.

I’ll stay.

Have to.

Because she’s my mate.

My responsibility.

My anchor.

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Papers (Songfic)

Damien/Dark x DA!reader

Requested by Anon:

“I don’t know if requests are open or not, but this is the anon that requested the songfic from Hadestown! After you posted the fic, I wanted to wait a bit before asking for a possible continuation of it based on the song Papers (“You’re not from around here, son…”) from the same musical where Dark finds out the D/A with Mark and he finds out about their deal. Would you want to write something like that?”

I'm so so so sorry this took so long but I love that you keep requesting Hadestown songs bc I love the music. I just have to actually get around to listening to the entire soundtrack at some point lol

Also, this one is laid out a little bit differently than my usual songfics. Basically instead of having the lyrics break up certain paragraphs and stuff, I interlaced them with the dialogue (and some of the "narration" 👀)

Warnings: Actor is an asshole but like we been knew, angst, hurt/no comfort, mentions of some events from WKM

Word Count: 1337 (oh my god I wish this was a lie how tf did I manage that)

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Stage crew dashed to and fro, positioning props to perfection and preparing the set for filming. It was a hive of activity. One person frantically ran around trying to give the right coffee to the right performers. Another brushed makeup on Mark’s cheeks and forehead. You even spied two sneaking off together. Even after so long, it still all made your head spin.

How long had it been since you were set free? Since you made that deal? Everything all felt like a blur.

Mark had indeed taken you to dinner, but it wasn’t exactly what you expected. By the end of your ‘performance’, you were agreeing to a fake proposal and being dragged deeper into the acting world. He promised to show you the ropes; take you under his wing. Perhaps that’s why he came up with another production: A heist.

You felt out of place navigating your ‘lines’ and actions around actors built to play their roles. These people were professionals, passionate about their jobs and what they’ve been hired to do. You were being suffocated in a situation you couldn’t get out of.

“You remember your lines?” You opened your mouth, but Mark cut you off with an arrogant laugh. You didn’t have any lines. Not spoken ones, anyway. “That’s the spirit! Just follow me and make sure you don’t mess this up. We’re behind schedule on filming enough without you-”

“Quiet on set!”

Mark grumbled as he was cut off by the director. The small bit of satisfaction you felt was quickly washed away with one of his signature grins. He straightened his hair back and prepared himself to act. He really did live for this.

“Alright, aaaaand ACTION!”

Mark pumped his fists excitedly. “Yes! Okay! Awesome! All right, okay. This is gonna be great! And don’t you worry about a thing because our watches are still synchronized, which means that…”

Your mind zoned out as you listened to him go on and on. He loved giving himself long paragraphs to recite. Maybe it was just to show off how brilliant he was. You followed your queue, turning away so Mark could be dragged away and eaten or killed or whatever. You turned back and, yup, there was his flashlight. You looked down the hall he was supposed to go down and-

Wait. This wasn’t in the script.

“Uhm, Mark?”

Your voice echoed in the darkness. There was no more set. There was no more crew. This darkness looked too familiar; too similar to the mirror you were stuck in. But there was no going back.

Lining the walls of the hallway were portraits. It only took a moment to remember who each face belonged to. The chef. The butler. The detective… William. A deep chill ran down your spine, joining the heavy emotions resting at the bottom of your stomach.

All of them were there. You remember the butler, crying over that mess in the cellar. The chef, who threatened you every time you so much as glanced in his direction. Abe, your partner in solving the murder. And William. Your murderer. A pink moustache was crudely painted over his portrait, and nothing in your memories could answer why. But you remembered falling over the banister. The way he reached out to grab you. And then waking up… And…

The final portrait at the end of the hall was of Mark, back when everyone was alive. Back when the only worries you had involved poker and drinking. The paint flaked away and fell to the floor, disintegrating into ash.

“It’s… good to see you, old friend.”

That voice…

You turned to its source. A man in a white suit, rimmed with red and blue. His skin was grey. All of him was grey. Yet even through the strange aura surrounding him, you knew. You knew exactly who this was.

“Damien?”

A blue afterimage of himself glitched to the side at the sound of his name. It was gone as soon as it appeared. His lips formed a tight grin. “I don’t go by that name any more.” The strain in his voice, in his entire body, softened as he fully took you in. “It’s been so long, my dear district attorney. I was so worried about you.”

“I don’t go by that name anymore,” you repeated back to him. Your emotions were laid out on your sleeve. Your face contorted with confusion and sadness and longing and betrayal. You were angry, but you wanted to run into his arms. You were so sad, you missed him so much, but you wanted to stand your ground. You took in a shaky breath. “Why didn’t you come back for me?”

“I did,” he stated. “I did come back for you.”

You shook your head. “No, you didn’t. You left me in the mirror. You stole my body. You left me there for years, Damien.” He flinched at the name, but said nothing. “You have no idea the hell I went through, waiting for you to come back for me.”

“Then let me make it up to you,” he began. He stepped forward, hand outstretched carefully, as if he carried an olive branch. “Let me free you now from Mark’s silly games. You can stop running around in endless circles, making choices that mean nothing. You can be free from the hell he’s putting you through - be truly free, once and for all.”

You frowned at the poor, naive entity before you. “You have no idea, do you?”

A frown took over his own hopeful expression. “What-”

“There you are!” A voice, energetic and irritated, split the darkness. You didn’t need to turn to feel the man’s presence behind you, glaring daggers over your shoulder at not-Damien who did so right back. “What are you doing here?”

Dark’s entire form tensed up. His hands found their place behind his back. Glitches and afterimages shot out from his body. “I’m here to free them,” he growled.

Mark’s laugh, as cocky as ever but laced with menace, sounded next to your ear. You nearly cringed away from it. “Who do you think you are?” Even his voice was interwoven with incredulity. “They couldn’t go anywhere even if they wanted to.”

You turned and placed a firm hand on Mark’s chest. “Stop.” It was weak, pleading. If anything, he was spurred on more by your weakness.

“Stay out of this, dear attorney” he mocked, “the adults are talking.”

The entity snarled, egged on by Mark’s dismissal. “I’m not going back alone,” he threatened. “I came to take them home, and I fully intend to.”

Another raucous laugh. “Oh, you don’t know?” Cold eyes full of amusement looked down at you, as they always have and always would. You avoided his gaze. Another pair of eyes stared at your back, waiting for answers you wished to avoid giving. “When you abandoned them, I gave them a deal to get them out. You weren’t coming back around any time soon to free them, were you?”

Dark grit his teeth.

“They signed the deal themself,” he sing-songed.

“You’re lying.”

“And now,” he spun you back around to face your old friend, arm wrapped around your shoulder to keep you close, “they belong to me.”

“It isn’t true.” Dark eyes met yours, pleading for a different answer, for a different truth. He came back to rescue you; free you from the world Mark trapped you in. But, after all this time, it was still his fault you were here. “What he said-”

“I did,” you cut him off. Your voice was thick. Your eyes burned. You swallowed the lump in your throat. “I do.”

Mark’s sickening grin appeared right over your shoulder, his face pressed right next to yours. You visibly flinched, and oh how Dark longed to rip you away from that son of a bitch. But his feet were glued to the spot. His shoes were filled with lead.

“Now,” the actor began, “go back to where you came from.”

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[twogyuu]

SEVENTEEN AS MY UNI CLASSMATES

A/N: I should be studying, but my mind is fried and I’m getting bored. I’m in graduate/professional school (i.e. not college - I’m not going to specify what program I’m in specifically because I’m not comfortable sharing, thanks for understanding) and I think one of the biggest culture shocks to me was the fact that socially, not much has changed since high school LMAO. There’s still drama, tea, stereotypes, etc. despite all of us being “grown-ups.” Anyways, these past couple days I’ve been thinking about what Seventeen would be like as my classmates and decided to share it with you all. 

This is just for shits and giggles - please don’t take it seriously, obviously I don’t know what they’re like IRL. 

Enjoy - or don’t lol. 

WC: ~720

Warnings: Food

HIPHOP UNIT

Seungcheol: A kind upperclassman who I would just see around - in the hallway, at the library, at a party, by the sink. We'd either be friends or not to talk to each other at all. There is no in between.

Wonwoo: The quiet guy who sits in the back row of the auditorium during lectures and just focuses on his schoolwork. He just goes to school here and trying to get his degree - no more, no less. If I know him, it's because we had a project together and we’re just cordial.

Mingyu: THAT guy who is genuinely nice, smart, hardworking, well-known, and well-loved by everyone. He probably hangs out with the guys who like to lift and go to bars on Thursdays, and the gals would be all up in his space because he’s so emotionally in-tune and easy to talk to. Truly, however, he’d only has a couple friends he’d consider close and dear. Despite the fact that he is (one of) my bias(es), you’d never catch me by his side - I don’t like attention there are already too many people tryna pry and be a part of his life since he just radiates good vibes all around. I’d be admiring from afar lol. 

Vernon: HE IS A VIBE 🤩 MY PLATONIC SOULMATE! MY BFFL! We’d both be so aloof to the social climate at this school because we just want a peaceful school year and want NO part of the drama 😭 Catch us studying in the back corner, laughing at our own inside jokes. People watching is our hobby. During our free time we’d literally just be wandering the streets of university looking for cool restaurants/stores, maybe vibing to music, though our tastes would differ much here. 

PERFORMANCE UNIT

Soonyoung: Low-key, I could see us being good friends too 🤔 We’d bond over dance (yeah I dance 😳 - not well though LOL), the fact that we’re both technologically challenged, are a little slow to understand abstract concepts, and get distracted easily, but somehow, we make it by 😂 Also, outside of GoSe, he seems like a chill and quiet guy (he’s an INFP I think?), just opting to hang out at home, go on walks, watch TV, etc. I could do this - I’m not big on going out, though I’m not opposed to trying once in a blue moon.

Jun: There are 3 possibilities: 1) He’d be like Mingyu, 2) He’d be sweet and friendly, but keeps to himself, only letting a few people into his life, or 3) His inner Gemini will come out and he’d be kind, but just utter chaos - we’d never get group projects done. 

Minghao: A deep thinker, asks really good questions in class because he’s genuinely intrigued. I would just be in awe of him and his calm demeanor. #GOALS

Chan: Low-key, I feel like he’d be a milder version of Mingyu 🤔, in that he’d just be less extroverted? No one has anything bad to say about him. He’s CONFIDENT and he knows he’s good, but doesn’t feel the need to flaunt it. His actions speak for themselves. There is a slight chance we might be friends, but emphasis on the slight - less than 1%.

VOCAL UNIT

Jihoon: Similar to Wonwoo who just minds his own business, except for some reason, I would feel the urge to bother him and try to befriend him. He’d end up being so annoyed by me - that love-hate friendship where we lovingly throw shade at each other. 

Jeonghan: A school friend. Treats university like a 9 - 5 job. You will not catch him hanging out in the café in front of the lecture hall before class nor will he not stay after class to chat with you. Man’s gotta beat traffic. 

Joshua: Polite and “professional” nice (if that makes any sense), but you’ll never know what he really thinks about anyone 👀 Because of this, I would have a hard time trusting him and being his friend tbh 😭

Seokmin: He’d be that guy who’s genuinely kind to everyone and has no bad intentions 😭💔 Even if he doesn’t know you that well, he’ll strike up a conversation with you if he sees you sitting by yourself. It’d flow so smoothly and easily. He somehow remembers that you have a cat or you went to get your hair done last Thursday. You’d just leave with very good vibes 🥺

Seungkwan: By default because he’s so attached to Vernon, we’d also end up being friends. Even though he has no part in it, he’d know all the tea amongst our classmates and keep us updated. We would bicker frequently (lovingly ofc), maybe throw hands in the parking lot behind the university stadium on our way home because he told me it was disgusting to have pineapple on my pizza. 

. . . .

Feel free to share your thoughts, if you agree/disagree, have a totally POV of certain members - I would love to hear it!

#seventeen headcanons #seventeen scenarios #seventeen #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagines #seungcheol #jeonghan #joshua #soonyoung #wonwoo #woozi #jun #seokmin #minghao #mingyu #vernon #seungkwan #lee chan #dino #lee jihoon #hoshi #dokyeom

[kalpasio]

The Herrscher of Stars

The Herrscher of Stars: Big Baby And Resident Nuisance

A Kalpas x Herrscher!Reader fic, Chapter 2 below!

Every report you’d read led you to believe Kalpas wasn’t lucid when on a rampage like that. As soon as he got all glowy with a side of extra fire, he would focus only on his target and nothing else. There was no way he knew who you were, and definitely no way he would figure out you were a Herrscher. At least, that’s what you were telling Star.

She’d begun whispering in your ear different ways to “keep him quiet,” all of which involved killing someone. Survival was her main motivator—she needed to be alive to spread the will of Honkai. Right now, she was biding her time to strike she said, that’s all. Definitely not on a four year vacation.

When Kalpas caught your eye in the lunchroom, you knew you were screwed. Getting lost in the crowd may have saved you that time, but if he knew who you were, he could report you to Fire Moth, or just confront you himself. No matter how much you tried to stay calm, your heart was always racing because of the literal voice in your head.

Star was constantly on guard, and you were well and truly sick of it. She refused to stay put in your mind, constantly talking over your thoughts, and popping up to try and take control. More than once, you had to tightly shut your eyes to hide the change in color. You could only say dust got in your eye so many times before you sounded crazy.

Just when you were at your wits end, that’s when he cornered you. Residential halls were fairly empty during the day, and Kalpas took advantage of that. It was just the two of you when you turned the corner to your small apartment. He stood there, leaning against the wall with one leg propped against it so his knee stuck out.

Star went full Herrscher mode, clawing at you for control. If Kalpas didn’t already know you were there, he sure did after you hissed, doing everything you could to keep her at bay. Thoughts of killing him right here flooded your mind, forcing you to grit your teeth in an attempt to keep them away.

“Scared, Herrscher?” You could feel Kalpas’ heat from the other end of the hall, but a chill still ran up your spine. One of your eyes filled with the familiar deep blue and you covered it with your hand. Even though he knew who you were, you couldn’t let him know you were losing control.

Slow deliberate steps brought the man closer, until he stood in front of you. He had to bend slightly at the hips to look you in the eye. Even with one eye still covered, you met his glare with as much confidence as you could muster.

“Do you know how many Herrschers I’ve killed?” His voice was low and quiet so only you could hear. Too bad Star was listening in and screaming at you.

He’ll ruin everything! Remove the threat and we’re fine. He’s the only one who knows. Get rid of him now!

“I don’t see why it matters,” you kept your voice level, and lowered your hand, though you kept your eye closed still.

“I’m about to add one more to the list!” He suddenly pulled back and flames filled the hall. Both your eyes opened in surprise, then quickly narrowed in anger. The one blue eye became two, and you could feel the energy swelling in your hands as Star fed you power.

Neither of you were the first to strike, however. A knife sailed over your shoulder and straight into Kalpas’ chest. He took a half step back but yanked the blade out and dropped it on the ground like it was nothing. Quickly, you turned so you could see both threats in the hallway. The moment you did, two more knives flew past you and hit their target cleanly.

Kalpas didn’t even seem surprised by the attack, and only stumbled once the knives were pulled out. “What, did you think I’d keep trying the same old thing?” The stranger asked. Kalpas fell with his shoulder against the wall, and the fires in the hall became nothing more than smoke.

“Poison,” he spat out, looking weak, but still very much a threat. “Is that the only way you think you can kill me?”

“I’m surprised you’re still standing, honestly. Let’s try one more.” Another knife dug into Kalpas’ leg, and you just watched as he fell to the ground. Star patiently stayed still—for once—to see how this all played out, at your insistence.

The unknown attacker walked past you without so much as a glance. He then threw Kalpas over his shoulder and left the way he came. While Star was confused, you slid back in to take control, and walked the rest of the way to your room, heart still beating rapidly.

“A little birdie told me there’s a Herrscher on base,” Elysia skipped up to you at lunch and slid into the seat next to you.

“Yeah?” you calmly took another bite of your food. We can’t fight here, you kept Star pushed back in your mind, telling her you could handle this.

“Mhmm,” Elysia leaned closer to you with that cheeky smile she always wore. “Kalpas is rarely one to spill the beans, but I have my ways.”

“So who is it?” You looked at the girl next to you out of the corner of your eye. “Lillena? I haven’t seen much of her lately.”

“I’ll give you a hint! It’s the Herrscher of Stars.” Star gasped and you had to roll your eyes at her.

“That doesn’t really narrow it down. Besides, I thought that was just a rumor, never confirmed to be a real Herrscher.”

Hey!

Shut up! You quieted Star’s outrage at your thinly veiled insult, trying to focus on the conversation in front of you.

“Oh, come on,” Elysia faked a pout. “Who could possibly be a Herrscher?”

“I really don’t know,” you sighed. “I can’t remember every person on base. Why do I need to know anyway. Higher-ups will release a report within the week.”

“Higher-ups don’t know!” she grinned.

“So you want my help to hunt them down or something?”

“I just want to know what a Herrscher is doing at an enemy base.” The girl looked you dead in the eyes and you stared right back.

“I’d think you of all people would know.” The two of you looked at each other in silence for a minute before Elysia let out a groan.

“You’re no fun!”

“Never said I was,” you moved to stand up, but she grabbed your arm to keep you in place.

“I may be the only one who knows now, but other people might find out if you don’t prove which side your own.” Elysia spoke with a seriousness that you rarely heard from her, and you couldn’t tell if she was threatening you herself, or warning you about Kalpas.

“If I find that Herrscher, I’ll let them know.”

It had been an annoying conversation, but Elysia had a point. All Kalpas knew was that you were a Herrscher, and Herrschers should be killed. If you could prove that the Herrscher of Stars was under control—mostly, but he didn’t need to know that—maybe he wouldn’t turn you in.

By a stroke of luck, he was still in the medbay from that random attack in the hall. Other people might be able to listen in on your conversation, but that would also keep Kalpas in check while you tried to convince him. Once you were in the medical wing, all you had to do was follow the shouting.

“Because killing you in your sleep wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying, I thought that was obvious.”

“Get these damn restraints off me and I’ll make sure you don’t have to worry about that!”

“Tempting! But I’ll pass.” You looked around the corner and saw Kalpas arguing with the same man that put him in the medbay. “Oh look! You’ve got a guest.” He may not have intended it to be sarcastic, but you sent him an unamused look anyway. Laid out on the bed, every one of Kalpas’ limbs was strapped down, and even his head. It seemed a little extreme, until you remembered the fire coming out around his mask during your fight.

"I’m Emile,” the man on the other side of the bed held his hand out over Kalpas for you to shake. “Kalpas’ babysitter for the week.”

“I see,” you hesitantly took his hand while Kalpas growled at you both. “I was hoping to speak to him alone, if that’s alright?” It felt rude not to introduce yourself as well, but if Kalpas decided to turn you in, the fewer people that knew who you were, the better.

“You’re sure welcome to try,” Emile shrugged. “I’ll be back later to talk about randomly attacking teammates.” This was directed at Kalpas, and you couldn’t tell if he was groaning at the prospect of a lecture, or still growling at you. Either way, as soon as the door closed, all his anger was clearly towards you.

“Here to say your last words, Herrscher? You’ll be dead once I’m out of here.”

“I was actually going to convince you to not do that.” Kalpas barked out a laugh and you could feel Star getting restless. “You’re right, I’m the Herrscher of Stars. You’re wrong, however, about what you think a Herrscher is. There’s always an exception to the rule. Most Herrschers exist to destroy humanity, but I don’t. For the past three years I’ve been working with Fire Moth to stop the spread of Honkai.”

“What, you think I’m stupid enough to believe you aren’t just like the rest of them?” Kalpas was fuming. Even without the presence of actual flames, you could feel the room getting hotter.

“I’m telling you the Herrscher of Stars isn’t a threat. Both she and I want to continue to work here peacefully.”

“You and the Herrscher are one in the same. You have no control over her. I saw the fear in your eyes, you got scared and the only thing you could do was kill, you’re still just a pawn of the Honkai.”

“You’d be scared too if a giant man made of lava lunged at you.” Running a hand through your hair, you did a quick glance around the empty medbay room. “What can I do to prove I’m on your side?”

“Die.”

At least he was straight to the point.

Giving a breathy chuckle, you said, “ok. Other than that.”

“Nothing,” Kalpas spat. “You’re not a human anymore Herrscher.”

Ouch, Star voiced your thoughts.

“As a MANTIS, you have Honkai genetics in you, right? But you’re able to keep them in check. How am I any different?” You were running out of arguments, and you could hear Star starting up her murder suggestion again. Her voice was the only noise in the silence stretching between you and Kalpas.

“One week, Herrscher. You’re dead if I see anything.”

That was…vague and ominous, but you could work with this! “I just told you I’ve been here three years—”

“A week!” Kalpas was shouting at the ceiling since he couldn’t turn his head, but you got the message loud and clear.

“One week,” you agreed. You could do this.

I've used like 15 different types of paper to write on so I have no good measurement of how much I've written so I thought I had done so much cause I went through a bunch of paper, but I'm getting like half of what I normally get on that many pages so it's less story but it feels like more?

#kalpas x reader #honkai x reader #Emile (HI3) x Reader #Kalpas x Emile #Kalpas x reader x Emile #azaryawrites #tamalethebear #cross posted on ao3 #edited finally!

[ariana-winchester95]

Jack in the Box || Chapter 3

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Be like Courage the Cowardly Dog, be courageous even in scary situations.

Prev/Next

Taking the first step inside the rundown asylum was the most daunting thing Taehyung and Jimin had ever done.  5 minutes to calm down, even slightly, before stepping over the almost non-existent threshold. Wood and other rubble crunched under their shoes with each step inside the bone-chilling air within the concrete walls. 

Jimin and Taehyung stood amongst it all, looking odd against the filth. Their arms curled tighter around their bodies, finding it significantly colder inside the building than under the moonlight.

“I think we should explore, we’re bound to find the basement that way.”

Jimin could see the logic in Taehyung’s words, he did not want to explore but Jimin knew that was the only way to find the basement. A small part within him wanted to locate the room as quickly as possible, another part argued he still had to spend 12 hours here or suffer Jungkook’s punishment for chickening out.

“Should we leave something on the floor so we can find our way back to the entrance?”

Jimin reached into the duffel bag, pulling out a bag of m&m’s with a grin on his face. Taehyung looked at him, bewildered that he had not thought of bringing snacks. At this moment, he was thankful for Jimin's forward thinking and packed snacks for them.

“Better than breadcrumbs.”

Jimin had spoken with a grin before popping an m&m into his mouth. Jimin’s words had pulled Taehyung out of his trance, he blinked once, not realising he had been staring and back into the asylum. Jimin turned, dropping a few tiny chocolates as he walked, he looked over his shoulder, beckoning Taehyung to follow. Something inside Jimin made him feel braver, catching Taehyung staring at him like he saw Jimin as the centre of his universe. That brave feeling did not last long as they turned a corner, heading further into the darkness.

Inside the cracked concrete walls, 200 years of abandonment were evident everywhere. Rooms with partial ceilings, debris and rubble on the floors, covering mattresses resting on rotten frames and planks of wood propped up by strewn chairs. Hallways were lined with chipped, peeling paint in dirty whites and faded blues.

Jimin had turned his back on Taehyung for 2 seconds, then found he had disappeared. His heart racing more than what it already was, Jimin feared the worst, his worry laced thickly in his voice as called out for Taehyung, pacing the hallway where Taehyung had gone missing.

“Taehyung, where are you?” 

“Come on, Tae. This isn’t funny.”

Taehyung had hidden behind a broken, half-opened door, silently laughing to himself hearing Jimin’s calls for him. His hasty pacing could be heard echoing through the quiet hallway, each step disturbing the years' worth of rubble. Taehyung clapped a hand over his mouth as he heard Jimin pass the same door 3 times now as he tried his hardest not to laugh. 

“Kim Taehyung, I swear to god, if you don’t come out now, I’m leaving your ass here.”

Taehyung waited a little moment more as the hallway went quiet, too quiet, but Jimin’s heavy breathing could be heard close by. Carefully, he peaked through a hole in the door, finding Jimin standing with his back to him in the middle of the hall, just past the doorway. Smirking, Taehyung carefully stepped between the rubble, trying not to make a sound.

“Ooga booga booga!”

It was comical how Jimin shrieked, jumping in surprise and in his fright, ended up falling on the floor. Jimin clutched his chest, feeling his rapidly beating heart beneath his palm, his eyes almost perfect circles as he stared at Taehyung. The younger man had doubled over laughing, causing Jimin to then glare at Taehyung.

“That was the funniest thing I have ever seen.”

Taehyung clutched his stomach as he tried to settle his laughter but the sight of Jimin flailing his arms and falling on his ass was still fresh and filling his mind. Jimin grumbled as he moved to stand up. Brushing his hands over his jeans, dirt and small pieces of wood fell back to the floor, Jimin continued glaring at Taehyung.

“You’re so funny, Jimin.”

“And you’re an asshole.”

“Don’t be like that.”

“Whatever, let's just find that basement.”

It was dark, too dark, even with the flashlight. Taehyung and Jimin stayed frozen in place at the top of the stairwell. Jimin swallowed thickly as a shiver ran down his spine.

“Do we have to go down there?”

Jimin’s voice was barely above a whisper but Taehyung heard him loud and clear. The smaller of the two pressed closer to Taehyung’s side, his hands wrapping around Taehyung’s arm. Hiding half his face behind Taehyung, Jimin felt as if the dark abyss was taunting him, laughing at him.

“Unfortunately.”

Taehyung didn't like how the darkness seemed to taunt him as well, but basements are normally down and that meant going into the pitch black nothing. Taehyung could feel his knees quivering at the thought of going down there but he could feel something pulling him, calling him to go down there.

“Let’s go.”

Jimin could hear the weaver in Taehyung’s voice, gripping onto his arm tighter as they took the first step into the abyss. Jimin was sure the air was getting colder the more steps they took. An eerie mist formed in the shine of the flashlight.

A rustling sounded through the silence, causing Taehyung and Jimin to freeze. Shining the flashlight in the direction of the noise, they let out a breath they didn’t realise they were holding, realising it was just a rat. Shuddering, the two continued towards, what they hoped would be the basement and not something scarier. 

“It’s so cold down here.”

Jimin rubbed his arms, having let go of Taehyung’s arm a short while ago, his breath coming out in puffs of white in the low gleam of the torch. Jimin gasped, body jumping a little at the feeling of Taehyung’s arm going around his shoulders and pulling him in close to his own body. Taehyung didn’t speak as they wandered through the almost darkness, keeping his arm around Jimin until they spotted a door.

The door itself was nothing short of ordinary. Still in one piece, no cracks, no holes. Just a sturdy, thick, brown wooden door with a rusty brass doorknob. However, the clumps of salt lining the doorway were anything but ordinary. 

Curiously, Jimin bent down, picked up a sizable piece and brought it to his nose.

“It’s salt.” Jimin confirmed, with a look of distaste, his nose still tingling from the salt.

Taehyung hummed in response as he continued looking at the now misshapen line of salt, his mind reeling. Salt means protection. Did that mean that the story is true? Did Samuel Colt line the door to stop whatever he locked inside from coming out?

“Should we go in?”

With a deep breath, together, they placed their hands on the doorknob and twisted. The door gave way easily, some would say, too easily. Cool air trickled out from the room, softly caressing both their cheeks, making them shudder simultaneously. The door slowly creaked open. The rusty hinges angrily rub against each other after centuries of being dormant. 

Taehyung shone the torch into the room, illuminating the dark contours of the cupboards. The moonlight from the small window at the very top of the room shone on the random array of boxes lining the shelves. The pair froze, seeing the remnants of a symbol on the floor, barely seen beneath the dirt.

A devil’s trap.

“Tae, what is that?”

Neither of the two knew, their extent of random knowledge not big enough. Taehyung had a look of concentration, listening to the thoughts in his mind. 

“I think it’s meant to be a trap of some kind.”

“Does this mean the story is real? I mean the line of salt and now this? Tae, is it real?”

Jimin was ready to panic, his fear of all of this being real now coming to fruition. He could feel his heart picking up speed, his breathing coming out in short puffs as his hands balled into fists. He had not realised his eyes were closed until Taehyung’s hands cupped his cheeks and coaxed him to open his eyes. 

“Jimin, look at me.” 

Jimin opened his eyes, quickly finding Taehyung’s eyes in front of him, wide and full of concern. He had not expected the other to be that close. The proximity took his breath away, getting caught in his throat. He could feel his cheeks burning under Taehyung’s hands and he was sure that Taehyung could feel the heat on his palms.

“Jimin, calm down, breathe. It’s just a story, it’s not real. Nothing bad is going to happen to you. Not on my watch.”

Taehyung didn’t know if he was trying to convince Jimin or himself. Maybe it was both.

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[jinx-gleeful2]

Chapter 1. The memory

“Let's cut to the chase; I know why you’re here, it's to learn about me right? Well I guess we can start from the beginning, Before I got my freedom and the right to leave the lab that has done unforgivable experiments upon my body which caused ‘defects’ as you can see. Anyway, let's get down to business and allow you to hear what you want to know….Yea?”

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A cold breeze blew through the halls of the silent rooms. A gloomy atmosphere covered the building as people with grey clothes and black trench coats walked within the creaky sliding doors, giving off an eerie sound as if it was being torchered by the way that the building was made. As the workers walked down the quiet halls with a sorta sleepy yet solem step in their pace zooming in and out of their own dream world; as they were forcibly pulled out from their own little quiet place with a bone chilling scream, one scream that you never wished you’ve heard, a scream that would make your skeleton fall outta the skin and run away never to look back again. The chilling scream bounced off the walls of the building as it rang through the workers ears as they all thought {Ah...The Doctor is at it again maybe this time he’d get the experiment to work or something.} as they thought to themselves a female worker broke the silence only saying,”So..How long do you think it would be this time? An hour, A day, a week? If it goes on like this everyone in this room will become the ignition to a monster that won’t rest until success is the only outcome. So, What i’m saying is every single one of us will become like sitting ducks, in the middle of a Brick wall and a Dangerous being.” Jackal spoke her mind looking around to see if anyone would have the courage to agree along with her. However, as she continued to watch the motionless crowd a worried look appeared on her face, lowering her head slightly as she tried to make the words that she had said return to her mouth. Despite this she was the only in the entire building who didn’t dawn gloomy clothing, since none of the outfits that the workplace had in stock didn’t come in her size, so the jackal always wore a white dress that spirald with colorful patterns almost as if an artist were painting a beautiful portrait and she was the centerpiece of it. A tall well built male with jet black hair that seemed as if you were looking into the night sky and white-ish/red eyes that give off a nova light star. The male wore a formal suit, a pair of silver gloves with a skull on them that had a snake coming outta the eyes. The gloves connected to rings that the male was wearing, as the phoenix near his left eye glew a few times as if it was trying to come alive to fly into the air and cover the sky with its wings. “Jackal! We do not have time for this. We have to go now cause the doctor is almost done with his ‘Experiment’, So shut up and follow behind me before I tie you up and drag you behind me.” The stern voice boomed through the halls as everyone began to silently whisper to each other, creating a pathway for the Doctor to walk along. in question to give off a tiny squeak scurrying beside the male almost tripping over her feet as she replied to the male with: “I-I’m sorry sir, I didn’t mean to anger you Dr. Grilmos, I-I didn’t mean to make you wait for me.” The looked up to the doctor and shivered slightly as a dark and soulless gaze pierced through her soul as if the doctor was examining her for a new subject as a deep silence befall the both of them continuing down the gloomy hallway.

“Forget it. There is nothing to be sorry about. Just remember next time if you do this again, I. Will. Have. Your. Head. Joking, don't take that seriously, we're ‘partners’ so to say just yes unless you want the doctor to get mad at us I’d be pleased if you didn’t screw up once more and delay our schedule like you did today. Anyway let us move on now before we’re even further behind in our schedule.” The Doctor said as his empty voice rang through the girls’ ears bouncing off the walls of her head; rotating and slowly sinking in before she made a tiny ‘squeak' sound before slowly walking behind the Grilmos, cause she didn’t know whether what he said was the truth or just a joke. The young female took a large gulp of saliva as she kept following her senpai trying to follow as they grew closer to their destination as moans, groans, and howls could be heard from different doors that they walked past as every door had at least two to three guards were placed in front of every door with each guard carrying one to two guns on them, as they wore protective gear so if there was ever a prison break they would be ready for the worst. Glimos scanned the area with his eyes as they continued on their walk going deeper down the dark corridors; once far enough the pair was greeted with a circular room, as to get ready to receive the Doctor and his ‘Experiment’ Gilmos let out a cold yet gloomy sigh letting a few words slip from his mouth: as he said “Tch, everytime I come to this hell on earth we call a job my PTSD gets worse exceptionally with all the……….the…...Y'know what never mind lets just go get the Doctor and *him..They’re surely waiting for us.”

As he finished talking, awaiting the pair was a silhouette of a tall slender male. Once in sight the male’s appearance became clear, depicting that it was the doctor standing before them, startling the pair as they slightly rushed up to the doctor before stopping two feet away from him. Every aspect from the Doctor gave off that there was something wrong with him; as they could tell the doctor wouldn’t eat anything but for some reason, his health was better than people who exercise and eat healthy. The underside of his right eye had a birthmark on it, it was the shape of devil horns almost telling you that this man either sold his soul or did so many things within his lifetime that he had already been damned to hell before he even died leaving you to wonder what type of person was this guy in his past lives. The eyes of this Doctor resembled that of an blackhole, giving off the feeling that if you stared him in the eyes your soul would be completely sucked within them, even at a glance into his eyes it would seem as if you were greeted to hell itself as the souls of his old subjects anguished in pain, fear, sadness, despair, destress, anger, and hatred. The Doctor greeted his subordinates with a twisted smile approaching them slowly as he placed his hand on their shoulders, using some of his spiritual pressure to make them kneel before him; studying their every twitch and movement, as he opened his mouth to say. “You’re late.” He whispered in their ears, as his empty yet maddening voice rang through their ears giving them chills down their spines. “Shall I remind you why it’s bad to be late while coming to get me? Gilmos, you should know this by now you’ve been here for a long time, so i’ll allow you to remind your kouhai about the punishment for those that do so.” The Doctor added as he looked down upon the two that was kneeling upon the ground before him, which would remind the doctor of something as he snapped his fingers bringing the workers back to reality. “Uhm..I almost forgot! Due to the incompetence of you two, 001-R has fainted from exhaustion and is now on the ground over there in a corner. Anyway, if you are late once more…………..I'd be more than happy to give you an experiment and watch it rip you to shreds as you scream in agony. ” He added to his last sentence, as his voice became somewhat light; hiding the blood lust within it as he only gave off a smile. Sliding his slender fingers down the zipper of his coat; Zecormanic L. Ghost, went on his way taking the pressure off the two before disappearing into the darkness of the hallways.

After a long pause gilmos broke the silence once more, as he commented about the punishments,”Let me tell you the punishments, You’ve been here for what a month now yet you haven’t heard of them have you? Or did someone just forget to tell ya? Uhm there are three rules you must never break here: The first one being you aren’t allowed to show up late in front of the Doctor even if it’s 0.001 second late. The second rule- You aren’t allowed to give special treatment to any of the ‘experiments’......expectually not 001-R..-” Jackal interrupted Gilmos as she looked up at him before he was finished with his speech, “But why doesn’t 001-R need special treatment so that he can feel better after he gets done with the testing? ” completing her sentence a hand would completely grab her head as it began to squeeze causing Jackal distress, pain, etc. letting out another small squick before being released from the grasp of the hand falling onto the ground holding onto her head with a few tears going down her cheeks. “Never interrupt me. If you want to keep that pretty head upon your neck, I’d advise listening to what I’ve told you. Back to what I was saying, your question about why it’s bad to give 001-R any type of happiness……I don’t know all the details to the story unfortunately, but I have heard some people talking about this. They say this kid might be connected to that guy's past, so seeing him happy pisses the doctor off to the point that he has completely made a person vanish before. The other reason is that 001-R is being used to test some type of new Drug, machion, or something like that…..Either way you shouldn’t let your emotions towards this subject be known, shown, or visualized in front of no one not even me cause as much as I’d like to save you, you would be nothing more than a walking corpse amongst the living in everyone else’s mind. Anyway, lets get 001-R back since the kid should be awake by now but he is too weak to actually move around as he likes, so Doc allows us to walk him to his quarters.`` The first half of Gilmos’ speech was that of rage as he looked at the Female who was sitting on the floor silently crying to herself as she held her head, fortunately for her when he began to talk about 001-R his voice became that of a small whisper as his words was that of calm river. As he continued to talk about this “Experiment”, Gilmos started to walk in the direction of the resting Lab. Once Gilmos arrived in front of the boy; he’d slightly crouched down before picking up the kid within his arms, allowing 001-R to get comfortable before beginning to walk back to Jackal started to talk once more: “Get up...I know that I didn’t put that must strength in that grab, although your head is as hollow as a coconut, you still shouldn’t still be on the da*n ground.”

After finally getting Jackal off the ground the two proceeded to 001-R’s quarters, as the pair let out a silent sigh before entering and walking towards the boy’s bed placing him down, after doing this the two would look at each other before turning around to walk towards the exit. After looking back one more time the two walked out the room thinking that they would be able to see this strange boy once more but what they didn’t know was a great calamity would befall the entire ‘hospital’. The door let out a creek as they disappeared all that was heard after they left was:

Boom.

[xarrixii]

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CW: blood, abduction/kidnapping previous chapter | beginning | masterlist

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“Shit,” Liam cursed under his breath, throwing on a jacket. “Raiden, put on a pair of shoes. We’ve gotta move.”

“Why?” Alph was chilling out on the couch in the three room apartment Cinder had prepared to keep them and Urban near Liam’s command.

“We spotted a few Storm trucks down the way. Whatever they’re after, it’s nothing good. You’re with me. Urban, stay here.” Alph frowned, getting up to go find some shoes. Storm had noticeably picked up in the last month or so, and they were usually stuck with Liam.

Urban, on the other hand, had been doing significantly less active work than a few months ago. “In the rain?”

“Don’t do that right now. I know it’s a downpour out there, that’s why Raiden’s fighting the guys inside of the vehicles and taking control of them so they don’t get whatever they want.”

Alph looked at Urban halfway through tying a lace. He was right. Liam’s plan was stupid.

Liam went quiet as Alph finished tying their other shoe, expression turning into some level of horrified comprehension. “Urban, put on your boots.”

“I thought that I just said⸺”

Alarms began blaring through the entire building. Alph’s heart skipped a beat. “Liam, what is that?”

“It’s Storm.” Liam already has the door unlocked. “We’re being raided. Urban, I want you down with the people securing all of our data for transport. Raiden, I want you guarding our lesser servers. I’ll meet you there. Neither of you should expect backup.” Liam dashed out the door without another word.

Alph turned to where Urban was grabbing his boots.

“You’re⸺” Alph stopped themselves. That would be a stupid question. “I’ll meet you wherever we rendezvous later.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Urban smiled, letting Alph run off to the lesser servers as he finished putting on his boots. The hallways were a chaotic mess of people shouting to go to some place, go to the other. Multiple people asked for water bottles, cans, cups, anything they could fill with water.

“Run the taps! We have to ditch this place anyway!”

The order was carried along the hallway, and pretty much every apartment probably was going to be sent flooding sometime soon.

“Deactivate the fire alarms! We don’t need the sprinklers!”

“Where did my sand go?!”

Doors were being left open, some people were winding strings across the halls to supposedly yank when Storm operatives came running across. The elevator emptied of its last people before being sent hurtling down to the bottom of the shaft with a resounding crash. Most noticeably, there was a lack of people around.

“Have they prepared the backup generators?”

“MAIN SERVERS 10% CLEARED!”

Alph would be hearing about this at the station over the next few days.

“AMATERASU CALLED FOR BACKUP! MAKE SURE WE KEEP OUR ELECTRICITY FLOW!”

“Oh, good. Make sure they don’t get these USBs.” Alph had made it to the lesser servers, trying to catch a quick breath as a group of people gestured to their data terminals. “Last thing we need is Storm to gather any information we could prevent them from getting.”

“Aye⸺” Alph was cut off by being thrown into the nearest wall. Faint shouting ensued.

“THEY’VE BREACHED THE SERVERS!”

Yeah. With a bomb.

In a coughing fit, Alph righted themselves and snapped a fire to life in their hand. Dust settled on the walls and made the clear glass wall next to them look frosted. Loud beeping flared with the sound of heavy doors sealing shut. They just had to hold these guys off for as long as possible.

Easy enough.

With another snap of Alph’s fingers, the fire bloomed and exploded outward at the hole in the wall, dissipating in the downpour beyond.

“Well it seems as though we’re not yet acquainted.” Someone dropped from the ceiling, holding out a hand right in front of Alph. They were calm, almost admiring. “Who might you be?”

The fire in Alph’s hand blasts out again.

With a crack, they return to the floor unscathed. “All right. I’ll take it.”

“THIRTY PERCENT!” Someone cries out from, somewhere.

Alph couldn’t tell, the tiles beneath their feet lodging into the air. Fuck, what? Who was this guy? They tumbled into the ground again, sending an arc of fire swinging to give themselves room to stand again, making sure to keep their feet on separate tiles.

“Leave this one be,” the guy unwrapped a scarf from his neck, tossing it to the person that had appeared behind them at some point. “It’s been a while since real stakes were involved.”

“We have a goal,” the other one hissed.

“Yes, and friendly interrogation⸺” At another blast of fire from Alph, the guy appears on their other side. “⸺is always warranted.”

Not a bomb. A geokinetic, and some sort of TE/TK.

If there was anything Alph was good at, it was close combat.

Alph’s fist was about to connect with the sucker’s face when Liam popped into their head, DO NOT TOUCH HIM. Alph had to jump back and send a wave of fire instead, watching foot placement and skidding. With a quick glance at the people hiding near the terminals, Alph responded. Why not?

His nickname is “Taser.” Hold out until I can get down there.

Fuck. An EK. If there was anything Alph was bad at, it was fighting electros.

Dodging electrokinetics was something Urban never had much time to teach Alph. There had to be something nearby to do damage. Science class was always useless until it wasn’t, fuck damn it. Alph rolled away when their assailant charged forward, sea of electrokinetic cracking following behind as he smashed into the glass wall separating the common room from the servers.

Glass.

Alph ran at the guy, faking out last second to skid and lift the largest shard they could find into their hand. The sleeve Cinder had given them would hopefully absorb most of whatever sharpness they were gripping onto.

They flung themselves low, barely scraping the glass along the person’s shin before they zapped somewhere else.

“You are interesting, aren’t you?” The guy touches a hand to the blood Alph drew and looks at it. “That’s almost worthy of a band-aid. Tell you what, name’s Raijin, and I think we can help each other.”

Alph snickers to themselves, flicking blood off of their newfound dagger.

In a rush of blinding light, Raijin is suddenly a lot closer, sending Alph to snap them back a few steps with fire. “Right. You can help me.”

“Finally, a few words.” Alph could’ve sworn they heard eighty percent in the background. Alph pre-emptively threw fire behind them and rolled forward when Raijin disappeared in a blur again. With a correct guess, Alph went the right way. “Now, I do hope you know a fair few of your fellows around here.”

Alph watches the blur extend an arm to their left, ducking and swiping the glass that way as more blood scatters to the ground. “Yeah?”

“I’m looking for an Urban. Would you know anything about that?” Alph shoots out a blast of fire that Raijin barely misses by jumping and electrokinetically pulling himself forward, playing hop skotch when Alph blasts above themselves as well. Alph takes the time to paint a circle of fire around themselves right after.

“What gives?” Alph bites their lip. What does Storm want with Urban?

What’s that supposed to mean? Liam asks in response.

“He happens to be a subject of interest. Yes or no?”

Alph decides to gamble. “You’re looking at him. Again, what gives?”

“Really? Well then.”

Raiden?

They barely register the way Raijin fires off a bolt at their circle of fire, exploding it in Alph’s face. Someone yelling about percentages again in the background. A pop-off lid crashes into Raijin’s side just before touching Alph, and he’s thrown to the side into another glass wall segment.

“Ah.” He laughs, standing in a flurry of static that made his hair stand on end. “Liam. Don’t interrupt.”

“I’ll interrupt whatever the fuck I want to.” Liam teleports above Raijin as the ceiling collapses and Liam teleports several feet away into tackle range of a GE.

“Now, Urban, what happened to the platinum hair thing?”

Alph could think of very few things Storm would be interested in Urban for. None of them were good.

“Platinum? No, that’s Amaterasu’s kid. Where’d you get that idea?”

Raijin stares at them for a few more seconds, calmly walking forward. “Pardon me, then.” Alph’s gaze darts over to Liam teleporting around the geokinetic and punching them wherever he got the opportunity.

In a flash, Alph spins and juts the piece of glass in the direction Raijin appears next, connecting in the lower torso with a low hum from Raijin. He instantly grabs hold of Alph’s neck, slamming them against the nearest solid wall with the classic shock of an electrokinetic.

The bloodied glass clatters off to the side. Oh, shit.

Raijin holds a finger up to an earpiece while walking over to where Alph crumpled over. “We’re done here. Start evacuation.” He kneels down, pressing a finger to Alph’s forehead as someone they don’t recognize teleports in. “You’ll forgive me later.”

All Alph feels is the jolt.

He arrives just in time to see Liam slam someone into a wall so hard he could almost hear the crack of their skull before they hit the ground motionless. And to see an unfamiliar person slinging a red-haired unconscious body over their shoulder.

“RAIDEN!” Harlow screams, each breath sharper than the last, flipping the lighter on too late.

The person teleported out with Raiden. Harlow was stuck frozen in place, fire stopping exactly where he made it, likely mere inches from the person who stood there’s face. The teleporter came back, but the guy waved them off, looking at the fire.

“On second thought,” the guy chuckled from across the room. “A little bit more fun.”

“Raijin, there is no reason to⸺”

“I’ll return on my own. Go. That’s an order.”

The teleporter disappeared, and Harlow put a cautious step forward.

“Kid, wait⸺!” Liam stumbled slightly while teleporting behind him. The hand Liam put on his shoulder did enough of the trick to cause the fire to zip across the entire room in a second, pushing Liam off.

Harlow’s voice came out unsteady as he took another step toward the one addressed with “Raijin.” “Where the fuck did you take them?”

“Somewhere where he’ll be much more appreciated. Forgive and forget, hey?”

The one thing Harlow had. The one person he knew he could always, always count on.

An inferno spiraled from his lighter, Raijin’s smile widening. “Oh? The prowess of Amaterasu’s kid. Never thought I’d witness the day. Count me a lucky son of a bitch.”

“Wrong.” Harlow slammed the fire when Raijin tried to blur forward, exploding glass across the room. Of course. What Raiden did hit him like a brick. The one person that would do anything and everything for him.

“That’s funny, because⸺”

Harlow cut them off with a snap, fire sharpening slowly into white across the room. Then blue, cutting Raijin off every time they went to use electricity to move forward.

“Kid. Kid.” Liam onlooks from behind, stamping fire off his clothes.

“Evacuate,” Harlow enunciates with horrifying clarity.

The room filled with static as Raijin’s smile grew, throwing lightning around from wherever it manifested next, exploding around the entire room.

“You would be Raiden, right? I believe that’s what the records said.”

“Wrong.” Harlow repeated again, fire coming down from above when Raijin had finally ran and jumped there. Harlow followed with a quick tuck and roll. He didn’t feel anything.

For once in his life, Harlow had a clear enemy. One he swore not to give power over him.

Raijin laughed, sprinting forward, left. Harlow ducks right, sending a scattered handful of fire to explode as Raijin came in contact. He skirts against the open gap, rain pounding down on the other side.

A roaring spindle soars across the room, knocking Raijin off of a straight-burnt path with a ghostly laugh.

Harlow swerves to the side, Liam plopping down where he’d just stood in anger. A short curve rectifies the decision, Liam teleporting back away when Raijin pushes through again.

An arc whirls from Harlow’s arm, flicking his hand carrying the only source around causing Raijin to stumble upon the ground.

He leans back, sending fire scathing down the hall. Raijin blasts himself backward into the pattering shower outside, practically walking on the droplets to zoom back in, ripping a punch just short of Harlow’s hair almost into where Liam had came to be if not for backpedaling by throwing himself across the floor.

Raijin’s smile flashes wildly in the industrial lighting, Liam’s telepathic cursing shouting among his thoughts.

No.

Harlow slashes through the open air, fire cutting across the room to where Raijin landed, encircling as they popped up to the ceiling.

He cut it upward, forcing Raijin to stagger out into a barrage of servers, yanking out a keyboard as Liam’s pop-top glazed over the scene. He forces it into the drawer, slamming it shut and leaping down the hall where Liam teleports in one of the blocky things.

Raijin kicks it away in a shattering of all the electricity it had to give, Liam taking the chance to swing at Harlow’s arm for purchase.

Harlow slinks left, sending Liam toppling into the server he’d just teleported.

God damn it, kid, I will bang whatever I can find into your head if you make me.

He ignores it, fire sweeping through Raijin’s side and singing off part of his coat. Raijin discards the flaming article in one whisking struggle.

Liam pounces on Harlow from behind once more, sent tumbling through the concrete with a slightly underprepared shock from Raijin. A jumble of words floats through Harlow’s mind as he grabs hold of the glass Liam sent jarring after him, tearing a new wound through an already scarring, gloved hand.

It shines through Raijin’s flesh in a heap of messy brawling, blood sputtering out across Harlow’s own uniform.

Raijin wrestles an arm around his throat, buckling in an electrokinetic hold as he tosses a gathered flame down.

Harlow coughs, regaining grip on the materials around him as Raijin pours out an onslaught of electricity to keep Liam at bay on the sidelines. Crippling for anyone not braced for it.

With a shuddering breath, fire cascades around the servers and catching on anything it finds, tearing through plastics and melting glass shards to blobs.

Raijin slips over the glass in a feat of brilliance, shooting out energy that flies over Harlow’s head, hair standing on end. He combs his hair back with his hand, using the motion to slam a wave that forces Raijin’s retreat against the edge of the building.

All is put silent with a racketing boom, the complex reverberating every faint scratch against the surrounding surfaces.

A gaping tear sears its way through the side of the building, red and burning.

Raijin licked his lips, giggling like a child in the ceasefire. He caught a sliver of chopped ashy hair in his hand. “Ah, this must be Amaterasu’s work. No wonder everyone said there was a lack of you all. How incredible.”

Liam swears beneath his breath, a diagonal sheath of metal sliding along the slant and falling into the parking garage next door. A completely empty one, instead a long line of cars placed along the street out of range. Rain slicked the whole room in an instant, fire fizzling out.

“Stand down, kid. This is not worth it. The police will be on our ass in moments. That was our signal to get the fuck out.”

“Dogs should protect their masters, Liam,” Raijin noted with a hint of glee.

Black fog spilled in with the rain, sputtering out every last flame Harlow tried to conjure up. Don’t make me do this to you. Liam agonized. If I have to attack you myself to teleport you, I swear on all things you consider holy, I will do it. Stand down.

“Your mother cut through a building, look at this! And yet all you could do was fill a room. That must be a real shame she missed, hey? Heard her precision has gone down. Tell you what⸺”

“Wrong,” Harlow hissed out.

“⸺being burned to death versus being knocked out a few minutes? Pretty unfair. I really needed the rain to knock you down a peg. Must suck it zaps out pyrokinetic fire like nothing.”

His lighter clattered to the floor, blue flame spinning out from the blood on his hand, connecting with any dust it saw.

Raijin’s eyes lit up, rain crackling against their targets, causing Liam to shy back from the teleport he looked ready to do. “Oh? Was our new Raiden just toying with me?”

“Let me make one thing clear to you,” Harlow said without even thinking, taking each step of fire spiraling out from underneath him slowly toward Raijin’s heavy breathing, each statement carrying a heavy weight. “I am not Raiden.” Step. “I am not related to Amaterasu.” Step. “I am not even part of Cinder.”

Harlow steps forward again, taking a long pause under Raijin’s contemplation until they’re face to face. “You are fighting a nobody.”

Raijin’s grin dropped in an instant. Harlow swore he saw the mouthing of ‘mistake’ on their lips.

“And there is nothing I will let you do about it.”

Raijin charged at him, spinning out into the concrete with a raise of Harlow’s hand.

“Urban!” Liam yelled.

Screaming sounded out from the siren-filled streets, blue flame licking up the walls, Raijin patting himself down, dashing away from the wildly thrown fire. Harlow couldn’t form it, target it precisely enough. It was his, and he hated it, and this asshole thought it was all a big joke.

The water fell as though all it was was the static of Raijin’s kinetic unfurling.

“URBAN!” Liam yelled again.

Raijin shot bolt after bolt, panicking and scrambling around in his own world of shocking deliberation, paralyzing himself in the downpour. He ran forward, a bubble of electrokinesis speeding by. Harlow grabbed hold of Raijin without flinching as to the direction he came from, slamming them into the floor with unforgiving brawl-like nature, fire curling out over Raijin’s arm as he desperately lifted shock after shock through him.

“Isn’t it fun to know you succumb to those who you know you could rip apart in instants?” Blood smeared across Raijin’s face with a balled fist, tears finally finding place to well in Harlow’s eyes. Liam fretted in the background, a sea of electricity blocking him off. “Isn’t it fun to feel as though you’ve already been beat to death, and yet comes more?”

The burns encapsulated Raijin’s entire arm, an ethereal whine torn from his throat. Lights begin to flicker, rattling where they hung suspended. Liam’s sprawling of thoughts getting closer and closer to his comprehension each time in newfound irritation.

“Isn’t it fun to lose everything you’ve ever had?” Harlow’s voice cracked out.

STAND DOWN YOU⸺

A blade of a finger dances past Harlow’s neck, Raijin freed from his grasp with a resounding crack along the other side of the blue-charred expanse.

Harlow collapsed without another thought.

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you there! did you finish reading and leave with more questions than answers? good!

just in case it's about context more than what the fuck did my eyes just dash upon, i bring to you...

an FAQ of questions no one has asked me yet!

q: what the hell is this kinetic shit electrokinesis/electrokinetics (EK) command electricity, pyrokinesis/pyrokinetics (PY) command fire, a TE is a telepath and a TK is a telekinetic.

q: why does the rain hold any significance if they can just control fire i've barely mentioned it before this chapter, but pyrokinetically controlled flame cannot normally withstand water in their world

q: how are people teleporting the only people who can teleport (themselves, others, and objects they touch) are people who are both a telekinetic and a telepath

q: why does raijin seem to give two shits about the blood alph drew dude is having the time of his life fighting, 'tis but a scratch, and 'tis but a silly goofy game

q: would raijin have left unscathed if they hadn't been such a cocky bitch? abso-fucking-lutely.

q: what did alph/raiden actually even do if you've ever heard of 'golden retriever' types of people, that's generally a base you could compare them to with a lot of ease. essentially, alph noticed something was wrong about raijin's interest in harlow/urban and lied about their identity so whatever was about to happen happened to them instead of harlow

i hope my nonsense made sense to someone, for even a second

grammarly can you SHUT UP about my capitalization, i know, i do it on PURPOSE for the AESTHETIC

#fiction #original story #original characters #magic #dystopian #fantasy #angst #demon slayer adrenaline moment #i seriously have no idea how tanjiro fights all night #like ALL NIGHT. #that's insane dude

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11: Stalked by Kizami Alt Ending [extended]

Corpse Party Hub, < prev, next >

Surprise! This is an extended ending to last week’s write, picking up after Tubbo, Tommy, and Ranboo meet up with Bill and Crumb towards the end of chapter 5. More chaos and violence ensues. Enjoy!

Pairing: Ranboo, Tommy, Tubbo, Bill, Crumb, Kizami

Word Count: 2089

Chapter TWs: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Blood and Injury, Death

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“I’m so glad you guys are safe.” Bill smiled, but there was lingering concern in his eyes as he looked over Ranboo’s rather bloody condition.

“There’s just one last room to check out before we can get outta here!!” Crumb suddenly spoke up, pushing her way to the middle of the group to smile brightly at everyone and hopefully distract them—at least momentarily—from their worry.

“Sounds like a plan.” Ranboo was the first to respond, placing a hand on her head with a relieved smile. “Lead the way.”

Quiet chatter started up as the group walked through the hallways, a general tension still hanging in the air, but everyone seemed relieved to be back together and willing to let the appeasement be the only coming uncertainty. After thoroughly investigating the last room—which turned out to merely be full of lots of blood and more guts—the group collectively decided they were ready to look for Sachiko and maybe find a way out of this place. 

As they were heading back down the hall; however, Crumb suddenly stopped everyone by pointing down the hall with a frown. “Anyone else see that?”

“Huh? It’s a person.” Tubbo frowned, stepping to the front of the group with Bill and trying to get a better look down the dim hallway. The guy stepped forward into the light, leaning heavily on the wall beside him and staring at the group with dark eyes half hidden by long hair. Tubbo instantly felt his blood run cold, a stab of angry regret running through him as he recognized the approaching figure.

“You alright there, man?” Bill called out, not noticing the murderous aura surrounding Tubbo (that also quickly leaked over to Tommy), instead focusing on the dried blood crusted on the side of the man’s bruised head. He appeared to be limping to some degree, using the wall as support.

“I’m afraid I could use a hand.”

Ranboo’s head shot up at the familiar voice, startling Crumb beside him as he felt himself starting to stumble a few steps backward. “How did he find us?”

“Ranboo?” Crumb looked worriedly between the two, watching as a fuming Tommy pushed past her to stand by Tubbo.

“What happened?” Bill asked tentatively, glancing beside him at Tubbo and Tommy, the strange feeling he got upon seeing the stranger only growing stronger.

“I was attacked by some guy gone crazy… I’m lucky I managed to survive and find my way down here.” He feigned innocence and fear as he slowly limped towards them, Tommy grabbing onto Tubbo’s shoulder quite hard as they both sensed the hidden smirk. “I would’ve bled out if I’d been unconscious even a moment longer.”

“Yeah, sounds lucky.” Tubbo spat bitterly, Bill looking uncomfortably between the two as they made eye contact.

“Um, do you know this guy…?” Bill asked, neither Tubbo nor Tommy looking at him—the two refusing to take their eyes off of the man.

“You could say that.” Tommy commented, earning an overly dramatic gasp of surprise.

“We’ve met? I don’t seem to recall.”

“Cut the shit before I actually kill you.” Tubbo crossed his arms. “You’re not fooling anyone, Kizami, and we’re not letting you get anywhere near him.”

“What ever could you be talking about?” Kizami could no longer fight his smirk, Bill feeling a chill creep up his back. He turned to see Ranboo backed all the way into the door to the room they just left, Crumb hovering beside him as she tried to figure out what was wrong.

“He’s the one who cut me up in the science lab.” Ranboo finally spoke, Crumb grabbing onto his arm and looking up at him worriedly.

The pieces finally clicked for Bill, feeling the contagious rage from Tubbo and Tommy start to pass over to him. “So you’re the one, then.”

“The one? How ominous.” Kizami’s growing smirk was unsettling, him reaching a hand up to run back through his hair, pushing some of it out of his bruised face.

“The only reason I didn’t kill you is because I had more pressing concerns. This time, there won’t be anything to stop me.” Tubbo threatened, earning a low chuckle in response.

“You talked some big talk in the lab, you know.” Kizami straightened up, pushing off the wall and taking exaggerated steps towards the group. “Told me I’d experience death. Asked me how it felt. Truthfully, I liked your enthusiasm, but was disappointed on the follow through.”

“Oh, you’re really asking for it now!” Tommy leaned forward, only to be stopped by Tubbo putting an arm in front of him and shaking his head.

“If only you’d been a minute later.” Kizami sighed wistfully, tucking his hands into his pockets as he levely regarded Tubbo. “You could’ve seen my favorite thing.”

“I’m afraid to ask what that is.” Bill mumbled mostly to himself, doing his best not to step back as Kizami started getting closer again.

“A person’s final moments. When they finally stop struggling and the light fades from their eyes.”

“You failed to mention he was fuckin insane." A deep sense of unease was building in Bill’s stomach, him smacking Tubbo’s arm almost angrily.

“Trust me, no words can do this bastard justice.” Tubbo replied without looking at him, watching Kizami’s every move as he spoke up again.

“You got lucky with that loose faucet. You have no idea how I wished I could take you apart in front of him.” 

Tommy, Tubbo, and Bill all reacted at the same time, shouting as Kizami laughed to himself.

“Hey!”

“Shut up!”

“Don’t make me come over there!”

“You should’ve seen the face he made when I finished with Wilbur.” Kizami looked past them, fixing his gaze on something past all of them as a delighted look washed over his face. “So afraid… Yet I didn’t have the time to do enough to him to replicate it… How sad.”

“How dare you!” Tommy continued yelling, Bill worriedly following Kizami’s gaze only to find it locked onto a terrified Ranboo behind them.

“No…” Ranboo mumbled, clutching at his stomach as his still healing wounds suddenly began to pulse painfully, Crumb dropping to the floor with him as he slid down the wall. She was doing her best to ramble what she hoped were comforting things, even if she wasn’t sure he could hear her. 

Bill angrily turned his attention back to Kizami, feeling his arms starting to shake with the urge to punch this guy’s lights out. “You really oughta shut up.” 

Kizami continued his approach, stopping about arms length in front of the three confidently. “I’m afraid you couldn’t make me even if you tried.” 

“Oh please, I was able to take you on at full strength.”

Tubbo’s retort was met with the mocking reply of, “With help.”

“I’m this close to bashing your face in, dude.” Bill grumbled distastefully, Kizami’s gaze swiveling over to him.

“And what reason do you have to be so upset?” Kizami mocked, Bill tossing a glance over his shoulder to see Ranboo curled in on himself as Crumb desperately tried to get him to unfold and attempted to check on his wounds from the sudden movement. “I didn’t do anything to you, did I?”

“Didn’t have to, asshole.” Bill jumped a little to shake his arms out, throwing an absolutely wild swing that hit a clearly sore spot on the side of Kizami’s face, his head twisting to the side as he spit some blood out.

“Wow! What a swing!” Kizami looked ecstatic as he tumbled back, barely keeping his balance. “I’d love to see all that confidence turn to fear. But if I want fear, I do suppose your friend did that best.”

Bill saw red, tackling Kizami hard enough the two skidded on the gravel flooring for at least a few feet, aiming another punch for the other side of his face. Kizami didn’t seem to be fighting back, instead just patiently spitting blood out and letting Bill pummel him.

“Does it feel good?” Kizami asked suddenly, Bill stopping for a moment to regard the boy under him. “Feeling as if you can control the life or death of another?”

The momentary confusion was enough time for Kizami to completely flip their positions, hovering above Bill as some residual blood dripped onto his face.

“If it does, then you’ll understand why I took my time with him.” Kizami moved his hands up from Bill’s shoulders, instead choosing to tightly grip his throat before he could throw him off. 

Tommy suddenly appeared beside the two as Bill tried to loosen the grip around his throat to gasp for air, Tommy landing a hard kick to the front of Kizami’s stomach that was quite exposed due to how his relatively large body was angled, letting go of Bill as he went flying into the nearest wall and crashed to the floor.

“Don’t even think about it!” Tommy huffed, helping Bill up. “Beat his ass, Bill.”

“I’d be honored.” Bill nodded, seeing Tubbo watching approvingly from the side as he once again lunged at Kizami, throwing half a dozen punches before Kizami managed to grapple his arms and put them into a tense deadlock.

“Do you know how many people I’ve put out of their misery down here?”

“Truthfully, I don’t care.” Kneeing Kizami’s stomach, Bill managed to break the grip on him and swing on Kizami again, who was finally at a point of being a little delirious from the numerous head injuries he had received both here and earlier in the science lab. He stood up, panting, not stopping but instead landing several kicks across Kizami’s stomach that he barely seemed to be responding to. Tubbo and Tommy only watched as Bill then stepped on Kizami’s throat, doing his best to completely crush his windpipe as Kizami regained his senses enough to try and grab at his leg and struggle under the weight. “You wouldn’t have gotten away with that shit if I was the one you met in the lab.”

Kizami eventually fell still, his eyes glazing over in the final moments before they shut, Bill waiting an excessive amount of time to make sure he wouldn’t be getting back up this time. After he was certain he was dead, he kicked the body one more time for good measure, turning to see if Crumb had managed to calm Ranboo down even a little.

The hall was uncomfortably silent save for quiet reassurances from Crumb; Tommy, Tubbo, and Bill leaving the body behind to also take seats by Ranboo, waiting for him to say something.

“Is he… dead?”

The four exchanged glances as the silence hung heavier from his words, Bill finally rubbing at the back of his neck and speaking up.

“I’m sorry, I, er, may have gone a little overboard.” He apologized awkwardly, resisting the urge to reach out to him.  “Are you okay?”

“He almost…” Ranboo finally looked up, his face bright red as tears were misting in the corners of his eyes. “He could’ve—!”

“But he didn’t.” Tubbo said reassuringly, patting one of Ranboo’s knees that was currently bunched up in front of his face. 

“It’s alright now, big man. We can just leave his ass behind and get out of here!” Tommy was beaming, earning a smack from Tubbo that he rubbed at with an annoyed, “Hey!” 

Crumb was the first to notice the tears that were spilling down his face, but the others quickly turned to look as Ranboo started laughing quietly, wiping at his face.

“Whoa, hey!” Bill looked away uncomfortably, clearly feeling a little guilty.

“What happened?” Tubbo leaned forward anxiously, batting away some of Ranboo’s hoodie to try and look at the cuts they had bandaged just a little while ago. “Did you reopen something?” 

“I’ll desecrate the body!” Tommy instantly offered, earning a loud, “TOMMY!” from Tubbo.

“No no, it’s alright…” Ranboo continued wiping at his face, shaking his head as Crumb hugged him from the side and buried her face into his chest. “I’m just glad it’s over, okay? Let’s get out of here.”

The air in the basement was still uneasy as Tubbo, Tommy, and Bill fought for positions to help Ranboo get back to his feet, letting Crumb check over his bandages to make sure he wasn’t bleeding anymore as they walked past Kizami’s body—Tommy making sure to give it another kick for good measure, earning another punch on the arm from Tubbo—and headed to begin their search for Sachiko’s body.

#corpse party au #corpse party #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #cross posted on ao3 #whump #angst #ranboolive #ranboo #ranboo fanfic #tubbo fanfic #tubbo #tommyinnit #tommyinnit fanfic #billzo #billzo fanfic #crumb cuptoast #cuptoast fanfic #yuuya kizami

[theringers]

addicted - charles leclerc

summary: you and charles have broken up but an unexpected reconciliation and jealousy leads to some fun

request: Can you do Prompt 100 with Charles? ❤️🥺

prompt: 100) "Call me selfish, but I don't ever want anyone else to touch you."

warnings: NSFW, 18+, sex, public sex lmao shocker

The music blared out of your speaker as you danced around your bathroom. Your apartment had been quiet for days now, something you definitely weren’t used to.

It had been a few weeks since Charles moved out of your shared apartment. It was an emotional breakup, but something that you both eventually decided was best for the two of you.

“I want this to work more than anything, but I think it’s best if we spend some time apart.” You said between tears.

“I don’t want to be apart from you. I love you.”

“I love you too, but this is what we need.”

“If this is going to make you happiest, this is what I want too.”

You recalled the conversation between you two but quickly pushed it out of your mind and focused on your plans tonight.

It was a Friday night and all of your friends were either out of town or busy, but you wanted to have a fun night. You sent a text to a coworker and decided to meet him out at a restaurant downtown.

It was hot and humid and the outdoor restaurant was making your cheeks turn red. Your coworker had gone to the bar to get you two drinks.

“Hey, how have you been?” He asked when he returned.

“I’ve been doing okay,” you hesitated a bit. “Charles and I broke up a few weeks ago and this is my first time coming out since.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that. How are you doing?” He was obviously shocked. You and Charles had been together for years.

“I’m doing okay. We needed time apart, it’s just weird getting used to being alone.” You took a sip of your glass of wine and looked around. So many people were on dates tonight.

“I totally understand that. I’m here for you, whatever you need.” He smiled at you.

“Thank you, I appreciate it.”

You conversed and decided to order some small plates for dinner. It was refreshing to have the company of someone new, even though you missed Charles immensely.

“No fucking way,” you said as a salad leaf almost fell out of your mouth.

“What’s wrong?”

Your eyes focused on the couple a few tables away. “Charles is here, on a date I think?”

“Oh no, we can go somewhere else if it would make you more comfortable.” Your coworker got flustered, trying to make sure you felt okay. His kindness was not overlooked.

“No, it’s okay. This was bound to happen. We live in the same town, a small one at that.” You continued to eat your salad hoping to find something else to get your mind off of this awkward situation.

“Are you sure?”

You nodded and shoved your fork in your mouth laughing. Just your luck.

Charles got up from his table and headed towards the bathroom inside. He was wearing your favorite shorts of his and a black top. You loved when he wore black because it complimented his skin and eyes perfectly. The thought of him dressing up like this for someone else hurt.

“I have to use the restroom, excuse me,” you said scooting out of your chair. Your date nodded and smiled.

You picked up your pace so you could catch him inside. Luckily you did, right before he reached the bathroom door. “Charles.”

He turned around confused, saying your name in response to his. “What are you doing here?” He asked.

“Same thing you are.” He nodded. “I couldn’t let the night go by without saying anything.”

You admired his body, once again. Your favorite outfit of his. For someone else. Ouch.

“I hope you’re doing well,” he said.

“I’m doing the best I can. Same to you.” You both danced around what you really wanted to talk about.

“Who’s the guy?” He asked.

“A friend from work. We’re just here getting drinks.”

He nodded. “I saw you the moment I sat down but I didn’t want to bother you. You seemed happy.” The sadness in his eyes was evident.

“I’m having a good time. That doesn’t mean I don’t miss you.”

Servers were using the hallway to get back and forth to the kitchen. “Can we talk in here? Somewhere a little more private?” He motioned for the bathroom.

You crossed your arms as you leaned against the door. “Who is the girl?”

“To be honest, I don’t know her at all. She’s a cousin of a friend. He thought I should try to get my mind off of things.” Well that was a bit of a relief.

He stared at you. “You look really beautiful tonight.”

“Thank you. You look pretty good yourself.” You smiled at him, remembering how much he loved a good compliment.

He took a deep breath in. “I want to be supportive and let you do you, but it’s killing me to see you out with someone else.” You looked at him with sad eyes and felt a chill from the cold air conditioning. “And I’m sorry, I know this isn’t what you need to hear right now. But it’s how I feel and we promised to be more honest with each other.”

You looked at his lips and the years you spent kissing them all came back to you. You wanted to pounce on him and feel his body move with yours but you made a promise to yourself. You needed time alone.

"I love you, Charles, I really do-" he cut you off with his lips, practically reading your mind.

"Don't say another word please." It felt so normal, how could you object?

Your bodies molded together the way they always did. You were meant for each other. His fingers tangled in your hair and his warm kisses felt like home.

He pulled away from you, his hands still in your hair. His eyes took in your body and he bit his lip. "Call me selfish, but I don't ever want anyone else to touch you."

His hands moved down your body, taking in the feeling. "Just me."

He kissed your neck and left sloppy desperate kisses along your collarbone, causing your head to fall back against the door.

He flipped your body around and you could feel his growing bulge against your ass.

His fingers trailed under your dress and went inside of you, warming you up for him. You let out a soft moan, remembering what his fingers felt like.

He wasted no time by undoing his shorts and guiding himself inside of you. You moaned at the full feeling. His hands gripped your hips and rocked you back and forth on his cock. "Jesus," he said, trying to keep the noise to a minimum.

"Would that guy out there make you feel like this?" He asked you.

You responded in between moans. "No." You always loved his jealous side because amazing sex followed, but this was nothing like you had ever experienced before. You weren’t his anymore but he wanted to make you his again, show you what you were missing.

“He doesn’t know your body like I do, baby,” he whispered in your ear. His hands wrapped around you and found your chest, taking your breasts in his hand.

"Fuck, I love you," you said between moans. He was taken back and stopped for a second, but eventually snapped back into it. His hands gripped your asscheeks and spread them, making you feel even fuller than before.

He shook his head in disappointment. “I need to stop fucking you but I’m just so addicted to you. I can’t stop.” He grunted while continuing to thrust into you.

Your hands were flat against the door and your head turned to the side. You could see his muscles flexing out of the corner of your eye, making you suck in a heavy breath.

“You feel so good, Charles,” you said. A moan escaped your lips but you couldn’t hold anything back any longer. “Fuck me like it’s the first time again.” Embarrassingly enough, your first time together was in the bathroom at a house party. It seemed like bathroom sex was becoming your thing.

He picked up his pace, and pulled out quickly, but not quick enough. He came all over the back of your dress.

Your jaw dropped but you couldn’t help but laugh. He apologized profusely but also let out a small chuckle.

“Let me take you home and clean you up,” he said.

You stopped for a moment to think. “Only if you take this dress off the next time you want to fuck me.” You grabbed your purse and left the bathroom, making a beeline for the side door.

He grabbed your hand and followed you out to his car. “This isn’t how I expected my night to go.” He said, opening up his passenger side door.

You slipped in to his car and laughed. “And you think I did?”

#f1 smut #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 blurb #smut prompts #f1 fanfic #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc blurb #charles leclerc x reader #cl

[multifandomthoughts]

Hording Our Time Together

Word count: 1.1k

Triggers: mentions of violence

Requested by: @chronic-night-dreamer

Gender Neutral reader

“It’s been so long…” you think to yourself, drumming your fingers on the table, staring off into space. Originally a captive of the horde, you’ve been assimilated into their ranks via one person: Catra.

It was originally her idea to have you join; after all, you just happened to be the only one around when they invaded. As far as you knew, everyone was safe and sound as the horde had done little other than intimidate you.

You never hated Catra, far from it. You had secretly found the ethic of the horde strong, and if it wasn’t for their actions, you would’ve considered joining them yourself. So when Catra nominated that you join rather than remain a captive, you had no complaints. It certainly didn’t hurt that since you were her responsibility she had to be the one teaching you the ropes and supervising you at all times.

Working under people like Shadow Weaver and Hordak is pretty intimidating, but seeing how your feline friend is so blasé about them and cracks jokes at their expense does a lot to ease your stress. The two of you spend hours together, talking about your hopes, your dreams and your expectations. Sometimes it even turns into thoughts of what you would be doing if you weren’t in the horde.

During missions, Catra doesn’t go easy on you. After all, she is force captain. However, she is more than happy to lead you in the right direction, albeit in a less than comforting way. For all that she complains about the treatment both of you receive in the Horde, you’re the only one who ever says you might want to leave. Catra never likes when you say that, and makes you swear not to abandon your duties and allies. But she is open enough about her feelings to admit she’d be miserable without you.

And you do always assure her you’re not going anywhere, you just get a little overwhelmed and scared sometimes. For a while, she’s been dismissive and told you “You’ll be fine, don’t worry about it”. But there was one particular night that you needed her reassurance more than ever. Bright moon had been relatively quiet the past few days, which should have sent off alarm bells in your head. But they didn’t.

You were warm and comfortable, asleep in your bed. The ground begins to shake, and the sound of laser blasts unconsciously echo through your mind. Jolting awake, you look around frantically.

The room isn’t empty, you have to share with a bunch of other soldiers, but Catra is nowhere to be found and that makes you feel every bit as alone. Rising onto tired feet and nervously looking around, you start looking around in the hopes of finding your strongest lifeline in this place.

You speed up your search, scurrying down the corridor. You scan your eyes up and down hallways, in doorways and in the mess hall. You begin to become hopeless, until you see her shadow cascading onto a wall. You catch up to her, tears in your eyes. Genuinely fearful, you have no idea what is happening.

She’s on edge already, and seems ready to attack anything that approaches, but when she sees you all of that falls away. “Hey, what’s going on?…” you ask through choked breaths, looking up at the dust shaking down from the ceiling. Catra flexes her claws instinctively and looks down the hall with a grimace. “Some numbskulls from the Princess Alliance are trying to mount an offense on us, probably figured it could be a decent ambush if we were all asleep. I keep telling the bosses this place is too rickety to properly fortify…” This does nothing to calm you down and you try to hold back a sob, but Catra’s hearing always was too notch. She drops the defensive stance and pulls back her claws to hold your shoulders. “Hey, chill out. We’re not gonna die, and y’know why? Because I know the safest place in the Fright Zone. C’mon!”

Gripping your hand tightly, she pulls you along, the halls twisting and turning until you reach an old squeaky door nearly rusted off the hinges. The walls are thick, and it’s as if no sound could come through. “I-Isn’t this right next to Lord Hordak’s room?” You stutter, nervous about what could possibly happen. “The walls here have to be the strongest so he’ll be safe during any kind of attack, and I found an air vent in that room so I can listen in on any conversation I want. I’ve already put some stolen blankets and stuff in there so I wouldn’t have to sit on the cold floor.” Catra exclaims, clasping your hands in here.

You look around at what she’s set up before leaning against the wall, breathing a sigh of relief as you feel safe for the first time that night. “Thank you, Catra. I know you wanna be in the fight, so it means a lot that you’re here instead.” Catra’s face softens, and she looks around for any would be visitors before clearing her throat.

“Remember how I made you assure me that you’re not going anywhere?” You nod, wondering where she’s going with this. “Well, I’ll never leave you either. We’ve grown so close since you’ve come here and you’re someone I’ve come to rely on.” Your breath hitches in your throat, your eyes widening. “I guess what I’m trying to say is….I love you. And I wouldn’t give to spend every day with you if it weren’t for my duties.”

For a moment you forget how to breathe, this revelation overriding all other thought, and you look away as if trying with all your might to determine if you heard what you thought you did. “If this is a joke to try and lift my spirits so I don’t think about potentially dying, we’re gonna have a problem” you manage to say with a nervous smile. “And for the record, I love you too.”

Catra playfully shoves you before wrapping an arm around you. “I’m really serious. You’re everything to me. We’re gonna take the world by storm one day, hand in hand, and always have each other’s backs. Because that’s what love is for, right?” You give a tearful grin and grip her hand caringly. “Right.”

As the dust settles, the action has stopped and everything has become quiet. You tentatively stop as Catra rises, opening the door and checking out the exterior. “It’s all clear, we can leave now. We live to fight another day.” And with that, you envelop her in a hug.

#catra x reader #catra #she ra princesses of power x reader #she ra x reader

[spilledkauffie]

Still Having Nightmares

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1.8k T/W: nightmares, trauma conversations, fluff A/N: MY HEART IS FUCKING BROKEN!!! Do you hear!? All because of this gif set— spoilers!

Song inspo: Nightmares - All Time Low

You squeezed your eyes closed, trying not to let the tears fall. But they weren’t for you— from outside the door, down the hall, and into the living room, you heard the soft mumbling. The desperate “no’s” and the heavy breathing. Rolling over in bed, you placed your hand where he often began the night, right next to you. Knowing he liked to fight this struggles alone, you methodically bit at the inside of your lip, furrowing your brows. 

However, when you heard the static of metal tension, you couldn’t ignore it any longer. Sitting up, you tossed the covers aside. Taking a moment to calm yourself, you quickly wiped the tears off your cheeks and took a deep breath, wanting to be in the best state to help him. Opening the bedroom door you stepped out into the hallway gently. Attempting to make your footsteps as light as possible, you made your way to the living room doorway. Bucky was laying on the opposite side of the apartment’s room from you. 

Watching him toss and turn, sometimes jolt, was difficult, but you always tried to think of how best to help him if you could. As you debated waking him up to end the night terror, something did that for you- hearing him yell your name he completely sat up. You blinked back some tears, hating that you knew his nightmares forced him to see himself losing more than he already had. 

“God-” he exhaled as if he had been forced to hold his breath for five minutes, it was a painful first few breaths. Shoving his hands through his hair, he set his elbows on his knees and tried to steady his breathing, he clearly hadn’t seen you yet, “shit,” you heard him say in a broken voice, though you couldn’t see them, you knew there were tears from the way he sniffled with an inhale every other breath. 

You shifted your weight onto the opposite foot, accidentally catching his attention.

“Hey,” he suddenly said as if nothing had happened, quickly turning his face away from you, rubbing the back of his hand against his eyes, trying to get rid of any proof of tears. Clearing his throat he exhaled, “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Tilting your head with a heavy sorrow that he just wanted to push everything aside, you reached for the light switch.

“No!” Bucky exclaimed, before looking down, surprised at his tone, “no,” he said softer, looking back up at you, “can we leave it off? Please?”

“Yeah,” you answered hoarsely, feeling a tightness in your own throat, “of course, baby.”

Walking over to where he was, you settled on the floor, sitting next to him, facing his direction. There was just enough light from the apartment windows for you two to see each other in dim lights streaming in. He tried again to subtly brush away any tear stains, while you joined him. Pushing the top of his wrist against his lip, he dropped his hand, and finally turned to you. 

“Did I-” he swallowed, you saw the tension in his jaw, “did I wake you?” 

“No,” you whispered, raising a hand to fluff back some fallen strands of his messy hair.

“Really?” he perked an eyebrow, “then why are you awake?” 

You hold your breath trying to think of an excuse, but you’d rather say nothing than lie to him again. 

“I didn’t mean to leave tonight, I just-” he quirked the corner of his lips, trying to find the right words, “I’m not used to it, but I didn’t want to leave- I just-”

“I know,” you assured him, free hand touching his forearm, calmly stroking his chilled skin.

He dipped his head shaking it, before giving a disappointed laugh, “you know I thought I was over this,” he admitted, your hand still brushing soothingly through his hair as he stared straight ahead, you swore you could see him thinking of another time. 

“Tell me about it?” 

He pressed his lips together, debating if he wanted to say more, so you let the quiet come between the two of you, and that was okay. Time was needed and you were more than willing to wait for him.

“You know sometimes I can see myself, at different times, and I just keep thinking- when I see that kid, signing up for the army, he looks at me,” he smiled for a second, but it faded faster than it came on, “he had no idea what he was signing up for.” Looking down to the metal replacing his arm, Bucky nodded to himself,  blaming himself for it all.

“Victims never do,” you said, “because it’s not their fault.”

“Victim?” He scoffed, raising his eyebrows in disbelief at you, “have you seen my count-”

“Bucky, what they did to you-”

“But what I did to others-” he started.

“What they did to you,” you repeated, more firmly, stopping him from interrupting you, he waited for your next words, “what they did was cruel and monstrous, but that doesn’t mean you are.” Bucky tilted his head, “you signed up because you’re a brave soldier, what came next was out of your control, but now, you’re back on the path you first started.”

His grey blue eyes were fixed on you when you finished, “tell me about tonight’s nightmare?”

He was quiet again, so you pressed your hand against the middle of his chest, covering his dog tags, before you curled your fingers around the metal and glanced down to study them in your palm. Rubbing your thumb over the raised letters- one tag spelling out his name the other simply saying “Winter Soldier,” you bit the corner of your lip. Bucky never took his gaze off you, studying you studying the tags. 

After a moment of silence, he leaned in closer, slipping his hand against the side of your neck, fingertips pushing into the roots of your hair at the nape of your neck, while he brought his mouth to the opposite side. You tightened your hand around his dog tags as his skin brushed against your knuckles. With the way his chest was already rising and falling and the hum of his moan against your neck, you almost got lost in it. Slowly moving his other hand up your thigh, to your hip, you felt the metal, smooth and cold as ever. Closing your eyes, you focussed for a moment on his hot desperate kisses, his lips felt so good against you, but you knew what he was doing.

“Bucky-” you said softly, but seriously, knowing what you needed to do.

“Mhmm?” he hummed, lips ghosting against you as he waited for you to continue, but when you didn’t, he pulled back to look at you, his hand still caressing the nape of your neck gently.

You stared at him, amazed at how well he was trained to shift from emotion to emotion or just hide them altogether. It seemed wrong that there was so much pain and hurt in you form sympathy when he was the one actually fighting through it. As you stayed silent, his gaze fell to your parted lips. Bucky took his opportunity and met your mouth with a deeply passionate kiss, when you hardly responded he paused the kiss, lips still touching yours as he spoke.

“What is it?” he asked, caressing your cheek.

“I love you so much,” you took a deep breath, placing your hand on top of his and bringing it away from your cheek setting your interlaced hands in your lap, looking back to him, “but that won’t make them go away,” you stated eyebrows knitted together, shaking your head softly, “I need you to talk to me,” you stroked his jawline with your thumb, still holding his hand with your other, and speaking as gently as you possibly could, “so we can work this out together, I want to help you, I want you to be able to stay a whole night with me.”

Taking his hand off your thigh, you heard the metal adjust as he shifted his weight onto it.  

“Alright, in my nightmares. . .I keep hurting you,” his words broke the silence, “different ways, I tell myself it’s not me, it’s that shadow I used to be, but all the same in the end.” 

Listening carefully you placed a soft kiss to the cooled skin of his shoulder, where the scars met metal, encouraging him to continue with gentle stroking motions of your fingertips on the back of his hand. 

“Every time. . .I’m in a place from my past, but you’re there,” he confessed, tightening his grip around your hand, “and you die, all because of me.”

“You’d never hurt me.”

“But I did...I do,” tears were returning and he didn’t understand; the one happiness in his life was being twisted by his past and his mind, he remembered certain things, others a blur and now past and present were blending. . . 

“James,” you brought him to face you with your hand against his cheek, “you’d never hurt me.”

“I’m just-” he said cautiously.

“Bucky,” you said almost disappointed he’d question himself on this.

“I’m just scared I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from hurting you,” he confessed in a louder voice than intended, making you jerk back, but keeping your hand in his helped ground him, “I’m sorry,” he said, calming himself down. 

You could see the tears falling even if he didn’t want you to see them.

“There’s no chance of that happening,” you pressed your forehead against his, “I know you, Bucky, you love me.”

 “But you’ve seen it, if- if someone knows those words- with that book- they reset me and I can’t-” 

You heard him exhale, heavy with pain and hurt and panic. His chest began to rapidly rise and fall. 

“Bucky, Darling,” you moved yourself closer and brought your arms around him, to which he responded by wrapping his around your frame, pulling you even closer, and burying his face against your neck, “it’s okay, we’re okay.”

Feeling his hot tears against your neck, and his erratic breathing, you tilted your head up, trying not to cry yourself. Stroking across the back of his bare shoulders, you softly combed your fingers through his hair, embracing him against you. It wasn’t easy for him to show this much emotion and you could sense that, staggering breath and long periods of tension, as if he was trying to hold it all back. Feeling him tighten his hug and squeeze his eyes closed, you just held him to let him know it was okay.

“We’ll get through this, I promise,” you whispered, “no one is ever coming near you with that book ever again, and if they do. . . now they’ll have to get through me first.”

Pulling away from you just enough to press his forehead back against yours he smiled softly, staying there for a moment, “how’d you get so tough, huh?”

“I live with a fighter,” you smiled back, “he’s taught me to survive just about anything,” he gave a small laugh with his smile spreading, “so together,” you stole a kiss, “I know we’re unstoppable.”

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