#let him know i am available any day any time anywhere okay

[jeysuso]

he’s a little on the eccentric side. welcome to the club, right?

#stedit #strangerthingsedit #argyleedit #tvstrangerthings #argyle #stranger things #argyle stranger things #eduardo franco #* #listen this took me forever #if you see any mistakes no you don't #but i love him so much #he is my favourite human on the planet #and if anybody can send this to eduardo franco as a marriage proposal FROM ME #please do #let him know i am available any day any time anywhere okay #thank you #eduardo franco please give me a chance #mine #mygifs*

[azsazz]

More vamp azzy as we all desperately need.

This one is a request from an anon: “Okay so for vamp Az. I’m not sure if vampires eat anything other than blood but if not, then imagine him trying to cook anything for reader because she got sick or something. I don’t want to get into too many details since you only asked for ideas so totally no pressure! I fell hopelessly in love with vamp Az and am so excited for more!! ❤️‍🔥And spooky season is coming and it just fits perfectly 😌🧛🏼”

**Not edited!**

A clatter from the kitchen shocks you from your sleep. Your eyes are heavy and sore, nose stuffed and mouth dry. You cough a little as you swallow, trying to wet your throat and gather your bearings.

Your blanket sits heavy on your body, and you notice not only one, but three thick comforters piled up and tucked under your chin. You’re a cocoon of warmth, and despite the chill wracking your bones, sweat dampens your forehead.

The couch is as good as any bed, but the room is missing the body of the vampire you’ve become accustomed to seeing. Azriel doesn’t need sleep, not that you have noticed anyway, but he often never lets you leave his sight, even if he knows you’re in your rooms or his excellent hearing picks up on you prowling around his home during the daylight hours.

You’ve grown into his schedule, sleeping away the days and staying up during the nights. You hadn’t even realized you’d been doing it until as of late. It had been purely survival instinct at first, to stay up for as long as possible. You pulled open the thick, black, heavy curtains to let the sun stream through the windows, hoping it would keep Azriel away from you, but he’d only reached into the blazing sun to pull them shut again. It how his hands got like this, you realized, when they had started sizzling and one had caught fire from the sun. He hadn’t hissed, but the hazel of his eyes gleamed in a way that had scared you and made your stomach twist. It was paired with a hint of fang, the curve of his lips telling you all you needed to know about him.

You weren’t going anywhere.

The other night, you had attempted escape, to no avail.

Azriel had been away at one of his meetings, with whom or about what you didn’t know, but you’d managed to shimmy open one of the ancient windows. There was a storm raging, and it seemed like the perfect escape. The rain would cover your scent and would wash away your footprints in the mud.

You hadn’t anticipated being hunted through the woods.

Being out in the rain that long hadn’t been good for you, but the fucking you received when Azriel had found you had almost made it worth it. He’d taken you right there in the middle of the forest, and then again when he wrangled you home and lit a fire in the hearth so big it rivaled those of Hel. He’d been silent the entire time, even as he lied you down to dry and fucked you deep. You thought your shivering body was due to his cold hands and wicked tongue, not the oncoming cold.

The noise is followed by a low string of curses that you’re sure he means to keep soft. Your eyes slide shut again, exhausted and too achy to move.

It’s better to keep silent, not draw his attention to you no matter how badly you want a glass of water.

It doesn’t take long for him to enter the room. He holds a bowl in one hand and helps you sit up with the other. You can’t help but notice the bulge of his biceps from underneath his tight shirt as he does so, and you didn’t think that your mouth could possibly get any drier, but here you are.

You stare at the bowl wearily, then back up at him, heart stumbling at the nervous look on his face.

“You can cook?” You ask, watching as he paces to the hearth to stoke the fire. He avoids your eyes, not wanting to see the sympathy swimming in them.

“I used to be able to, once upon a time,” Azriel’s voice is soft, longing. He can no longer consume food that sustains you, you realize. You find yourself aching for him, a little.

“And now you can’t eat,” you trail off, glancing to your bowl again. It smells delicious, the scents of vegetables and spices filling the room with warmth. Your freezing fingers are beginning to thaw already.

Azriel shakes his head in response, gesturing to the bowl. You pick up the spoon, dipping it into the bowl. You see the carrots and shallots swimming in it, along with barley and herbs that make it taste like heaven.

You can’t help but to groan pleasurably, the flavors exploding on your tongue. “For someone who can’t eat, this is delicious.”

“I can eat, but there’s no use,” Azriel says, eyes intent on you as he watches you take another bite. He’s filled with pleasure at the sight of you enjoying something he’d made for you, and he can admit that he did have fun being in the kitchen again. “Everything tastes boring and it’s not the kind of thing that can sustain me.”

Right. Your stomach swirls, thinking about the blood he needs to consume in order to survive. You feel a little sick at the thought that this is what he’s taken you for, to use you for pleasure to ultimately drain you one day.

You shiver but shove the thought away. Azriel’s eyes grow warmer with each spoonful you take, and there’s something itching at you to be nice to him, despite everything that’s happened between the both of you. He had taken you in from the rain, most likely saving your life in the process, and now he’s feeding you.

You find a part of yourself wanting to return the favor.

“Eat with me,” you say, patting the spot you’d just sat up from. It’s piled with pillows but you can surely shove them aside to make room for Azriel.

“What?” He asks, brows furrowing deeply. He looks like he’s about to protest but you’re cutting him off before he can.

“Come on, come eat with me.”

Azriel stares at you like you’ve grown a second head and you fight the urge to roll your eyes.

“I just told you that it doesn’t matter if I eat.”

“Then come eat.”

It’s clear you’re not giving up on this. Azriel sighs, pushing to his feet and striding towards the kitchen to get his own bowl.

But you’re a stubborn one. He doesn’t expect you to grab for him, and you’re as quick as an asp. He’s not expecting the feel of your hands on his exposed forearms, sleeves of his thick, black shirt rolled up to keep away from the food as he was cooking.

“You can share with me.”

“No,” he says, voice harsh and demanding. “You ned to eat.”

You quirk a brow. “Afraid of catching a little cold?”

Azriel can’t contain the rolling of his eyes and you want to laugh at how human it makes him look.

“I can’t catch a cold.”

“Of course you can’t,” you agree, shoving the pillows onto the floor and biting back a grin at Azriel’s grimace. “Now sit down and eat.”

#azsazz #acotar #azriel #azriel x reader #vampire!azriel #vampire bat boys #acomaf #azsazz drabbles

[rieadiary]

NECK KISSES | l.hc

dom!haechan x sub!reader

summary ; wherein a stressful conversation leads to mess you weren’t expecting.

warnings ; breeding kink mention?, haechan says sweetheart & love, rough sex, dominant haechan, sneaky link mentions

a/n ; I spent a lot of time on this.. I really hope y’all enjoy, also not proofread so forgive me on that oh! and my friend asked me this so I’m answering it for y’all too, the girls in the pictures can be used as reference as the girl in the story if you don’t wanna imagine yourself, if you catch my drift!

Haechan watched you write in your book during class. You dressed very laid-back due to it being exams soon and Haechan thought it was adorable how you tried to hide the stress you were feeling. He watched you slowly stop paying much attention to your looks during school because there was no point, he loved that when it was just the two of you, you’d dress up prettily because that’s what he liked to see, but oh how he loved seeing you in your natural state.

You packed up your things as class ended, sighing in relief that the school day was over and all you had was studying to do.

“You okay?” Haechan snuck behind you, whispering close to you seductively.

“Not now Haechan,” you shrugged him off, pulling your book bag over your shoulder. Haechan smirked, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, “sweetheart, you’ve been avoiding me all week when are you gonna let me love you?” Haechan asked sweetly, his voice too sweet, almost like he was putting you through a spell as he spoke.

You sighed, pulling the loose strands of hair behind your ears, “I don’t know. When exams are over? I told you this already, I can’t afford to loose my scholarship over a sneaky link” you explained again, trying to walk past him but he stopped you forcing you to sit down.

“Sneaky? Link?” Haechan scoffed, laughing annoyed. “Is that what I am to you? Just someone to sneak around and have sex with?”

“Yes” you agreed, looking around to see kids walk in the classroom for tutoring.

Haechan scoffed again, this time silence following shortly after. “Alright then, hope you pass your exams then, love” haechan’s voice dripped with venom, evident that he was angry but he was a gentleman and accepted your decision.

The exams went smoothly. You aced all of them and your teachers even told you that they’d put in a good word to any school you’d apply to. Unfortunately, you had no one to celebrate with. Your parents reaction was about a dry as it could be, and your friends didn’t take school seriously though they’d be proud to know you’d be getting into college easily now, but it wasn’t the same, they weren’t Haechan.

You tried texting him, calling, you even tried showing up to his house but to no avail, all of those options didn’t reveal Haechan. You remembered the last conversation you had with him and cursed yourself, admitting that the conversation shouldn’t have went that way.

Both you and Haechan had been seeing each other for a year now but it never went anywhere because you were afraid of settling down. When it came down to things like going on dates and being public, that wasn’t really your forte but at the same time it was, you were just too afraid of what would happen when you finally admitted that.

Maybe you should’ve just taken that risk after all.

“At all? Like you even sent him a titty pic?” One of your friends asked seriously, crossing her arms in shame, you shook your head no, feeling the seriousness of the situation all too soon. “Yeah girl you really messed up this time, he probably would’ve let it slide if you didn’t say sneaky link”

“I know! I was just stressed out, exams are the only thing I was worried about and I just felt like he was worried about sex you know?” You tried to reason but your friend glanced at you blankly, not finding your reason valid.

“Well you’ll never know now because he’s probably moved on” she added dryly, getting up to get something to drink.

She was right. It had been three whole weeks and you hadn’t heard from Haechan since the conversation, you had been dying to tell him that you passed your exams and it didn’t feel right not being able to. You supposed that was all your fault.

“Oh! I know! We can go to his fine friends house, the one who wants to be a pussy doctor?”

You grimaced at your friend, shaking your head “his name is jaemin you know..” you trailed off, eying your friend who shrugged, “I don’t care what his name is, in my eyes his name is daddy” she nodded at herself, grabbing her keys, “coming or not? This is your only chance to get your man”

You immediately got up, if not for Haechan than for the fact of being there to make sure she doesn’t embarrass herself.

Jaemin had let the both of you in with a gentle grin on his face, aside from the fact that your friend was drooling over Jaemin you saw Haechan sitting with his ex yasmine, who you remember fighting because of a misunderstanding.

You walked over to haechan and he eyed you, turning his attention back to yasmine who continued to talk to him about probably nothing, anger bubbling through you.

“Haechan can we talk? Now?” You muttered through grit teeth. Haechan sighed before getting up, walking to the room down the hall without uttering a word to you, obvious he was feeling a certain way.

You set your bag down and staggered towards the room, shutting the door behind you.

“You serious right now? Yasmine? Of all people you talk to her again?” You questioned Haechan who didn’t answer, simply rolling his eyes.

“Haechan don’t start that right now, get out your feelings and answer me”

Haechan crossed his hands over his chest, raising an eyebrow at you. “Hello? Are we gonna talk about how you were just with your ex? I’m not gonna leave until we do” you stepped up to him and he resisted the urge to smirk, staring dangerously into your eyes.

“I’m not gonna answer you until you realize who you’re talking to, sweetheart” Haechan warned you lowly. Edging his face close to yours.

“I know who I’m talking to, this act you have going on right now isn’t gonna faze me. Now answer my question”

You tried to speak again but Haechan grabbed your jaw, chuckling at the nerve you had today. “Act? Do you want me to show you who you’re talking to? Want me to show you how I really act?” Haechan smirked in your face and you swallowed, your heart beating nervously.

“Show me, show me who I’m talking to then” you dared him, not backing down from your dominance.

A second after your words he pushed you on the bed behind him, smiling at you. “Yeah? You want me to show you? Okay y/n” Haechan crawled on top of you, kissing you harshly, you could barely keep up with his pace and he knew that, resulting in him only biting your bottom lip as he held your throat with his hand.

“Ah- Haechan-” you tried to say as he broke the kiss, pressing kisses over the sensitive skin on your neck. Your hand flew to his wrist as his grip around your neck tightened, marks being made all over your skin.

Haechan pulled away, staring in your eyes, “are you sure you want this?” He asked quickly, his eyes dark and his breath uneasy. You nodded, this what you wanted for three weeks now, his attention, his love, his lust for you.

“Words, love, I need you to tell me what you want”

“Yes Haechan, yes” you found yourself growing needy, his gaze making your stomach do butterflies.

Haechan ripped your shirt in half, kissing you roughly again. You didn’t have time to be shocked about your shirt because after he pulled away from kissing you he was already pulling the straps off your shoulders, gripping your boobs and licking your nipples.

It was all so much, it all felt too good too soon. He had never been like this and it made you want him even more, you wanted him to make you beg for his forgiveness, you wanted him to be rough.

“Pants off, quickly” he ordered and you obeyed, sitting up to take your jeans off, revealing your pretty red panties that he bought you. “Aw cute, those off too” he added playing with the band of your panties. You shyly shrugged off your panties as Haechan was growing impatient, he grabbed the panties and tugged them off you, grabbing your legs and pulling you near his face.

“Now love, I need you to be quiet, every moan you let out I’ll slow down” Haechan kissed your thighs, edging close to your soaked pussy. You bit your lip nervously, knowing you couldn’t be quiet not while he was eating you out.

“Haechan you know I can’t-” you tried to explained but Haechan tsked, slapping your thigh, “you can love, and you will or you won’t cum yeah? He warned, pressing kisses to your clit.

“Y-Yes.. I’ll be quiet” you breathed feeling Haechan already start licking your clit, working his tongue on you at a very slow pace, the feeling already causing you to bite your lips again, hoping you didn’t make any noise.

Haechan picked up his pace, his tongue moving faster as he squeezed your thigh, groans leaving his mouth everytime he tasted you “you taste so good my love, all for me right?” He asked putting his attention back on your click, speeding his tongue up.

You couldn’t talk. Your breaths had already quickened and every now and then you’d let out a small moan that you hoped Haechan didn’t hear, you had your bottom lip tucked under your teeth in attempt to silence yourself, rolling your eyes in pleasure everytime his tongue flicked your clitoris.

“Right? Speak, now” he demanded as he stuck a finger inside of you, his eyes staring into yours. After a couple seconds of you trying to remember what he said he stopped his movements, sitting up to look at you,

“Don’t make me ask again love,” his voice was so low, turning you on even more.

“Y-Yes only for you Haechan, please..” you begged wanting nothing more but to feel his tongue again, to feel him do something again.

“Mm, took to long my love” Haechan unbuckled his belt, pulling down his pants, “cmon, be a good girl” Haechan ordered to you who instantly sat up, knowing exactly what he wanted.

You grabbed his cock, edging his tip in your mouth and Haechan tsked again, grabbing your jaw and sliding himself in your mouth, groaning when he felt your warm mouth around him.

He hummed, feeling himself slide in and out of your mouth. “Yeah, this feeling is only from you, you’re so good y/n” he praised your mouthwork, watching you deepthroat him with no hands. He always felt himself almost finishing too soon when you sucked his cock, he missed you more than he would admit and the way you treated him right now made him forget all about your words towards him.

Haechan pulled you off him, watching you try to catch your breath, drool down your chin. “Yeah, all messy just for me, you know who’s in control now? Or do I need to show you some more?” Haechan said in your face, wiping the drool off your chin, “show me please haechan, I need to feel you” you pleaded and Haechan groaned at how needy you sounded.

“Lay down”

You did exactly what he asked, laying down on your back as he immediately spread your legs, he licked his lips at how wet you were, wanting to devour you again, he aligned himself with your pussy, sliding himself in, cursing at how good you felt, “remember, quiet my love” his voice faltered and you leaned your head back, covering your moans up with your hands, feeling him enter inside you.

You felt Haechan inside you, slowly at first. You looked at him inside you and it made you moan, you bit your lip halfway through the strangled moan but Haechan smirked, quickening his pace once he heard your sounds.

“That feels good?” He sped up more, picking your legs up on his shoulder and he pounded into you, hearing your sounds grow louder the more deep inside he was.

“So good, keep going, right there Haechan yes” you whimpered feeling him deep inside you, his position changing now and then and the angle hitting all the right spots every time. “Only I can make you feel like this. Me, only I can be this deep inside- inside you” Haechan moaned, bending down to moan loudly in your ear, making sure you heard how you made him feel as well.

“You feel so good, so good, wanna put babies in you” Haechan growled in your ear and his words make you moan in full blown pleasure, tears falling down your face as you felt your climax nearing.

“Haechan cum, I’m cumming” you squeezed out a moan, grabbing his back harshly as he whispered in your ears that he was nearing too, releasing inside of you just as you finished.

Haechan pulled away from your ear, pulling out as his eyes widened, “oh love.. I forgot to pull out” he said to you, genuinely forgetting.

You sighed, not minding much of what he just said. You were too tired to care about the problems that came with him cumming inside you, you closed your eyes and felt Haechan engulf you in a hug, picking you up shortly after before you drifted off to sleep.

xoxo, riea!

TAGS ;

#kpop x reader #kpop smut #smut #kpop #nct x y/n #nct x reader #nct dream #nct haechan #haechan #haechan x reader #haechan x you #haechan x y/n

[mixelation]

i was thinking about reborn au & the iwa chunin exams and i..... genuinely do not know what tori can actually do?? cut also contains me whining about timing of events

okay, so my timeline:

i usually do everything timeline-wise relevant to team 7's age, so: itachi is ~5 years older than sasuke, which makes tori ~4 years older. i headcanon the hyuuga affair as being part of the end of the third shinobi war, so tori would be ~7 when that happened.

the ame trio prevent a lot of fighting happening in rain country, so sound is actually a lot worse off than the original timeline (although tori... doesn't know this). her adoptive clan is having SEVERE supply issues so she doesn't actually get much instruction with anything metal until orochimaru officially unites the sound country clans into oto. i'm debating the effect of ame not being the stage for war having the effect of making it last longer, so tori is anywhere from 8 to 10 when suddenly she's part of oto

i'm not sure what orochimaru implements in terms of training? the Vibe i was going for is that he wants to improve childhood training because his next move is going to be icing out (or murdering) the adults bc he wants a hoard of shinobi who are 100% loyal to him. idk, maybe he unites them before the end of the war and sends a lot of adults to their deaths. so tori might have actual instruction from like 7-8?

i don't think tori actually LIKES most training. she doesn't super care about being a badass; she wants to research how chakra works and make a lot of insane seals to test her theories. so she taps out of training whenever she can in oto, which becomes increasingly often as she's given more independence as a researcher.

i think orochimaru would base any training program on the konoha academy curriculum, so tori definitely knows the basic 3 jutsu. since she spends all her time thinking about chakra, i think i'll let her have pretty good instincts on how to mold chakra. she rarely struggles to learn ninjutsu, but she doesn't have a ton of chakra and she doesn't have a lot of motivation or teachers available. no one's formally taught her treewalking bc anything beyond the basic training in oto is sort of chaotic and she doesn't have a built in family structure to learn it from, so she's self-taught (she self-taught wrong LMAO) and also she didn't really bother with it until she fled oto. i'm going to let her know some techniques which are TECHNICALLY medical but she learned from orochimaru to do surgery in the name of science. she doesn't like using them in combat because they're..... messy

i think orochimaru is the type to make children fight each other. tori relies a lot of children just being kind of stupid rather than any actual combat skills, but as she gets older this strategy works less well. her taijutsu is therefore....... iffy. for weapons she's most competent with a staff (from the ol' bamboo pole days) but she doesn't like it bc it's very Sound Country(tm) and she doesn't really identify as an Oto-nin. her aim with a kunai is... okay?

With Team 4, I think Kushina really quickly is like "okay, so this team is about making sure tori can hit someone properly (and me teaching this one transport seal to her for the mission)" and tori just doesn't think this is very fair. why aren't you teaching her MORE seals, instead? They only get ~3 months so i don't think she makes insane progress, but she gets better!!

tori's fighting style is very "i will seem harmless until very suddenly I Am Not" so she gets kind of into trying to come up with a technique that gives her a one-hit kill. for this she turns to misapplied medical jutsu and kushina is just like "wow, horrifying, keep it up."

(fuinjutsu is actually pretty tricky to incorporate into active combat, because even if you have pre-made seals, it'll take you a hot second to active them, which is often a hot second too many)

tori's skills are all over the place in a way that seems completely illogical unless you ARE her, and also her measuring stick is Akatsuki, so tori is like "oh yeah, no, i think the average genin could obliterate me?" but the SECOND she realizes that winning her first tournament match means she'll fight itachi, she's like "actually i am going to dedicate my whole month of training to that fight" with the assumption she'll just win against unknown genin #2. whatever, tori knows what a real threat looks like

(also, a WEIRD part of the team 4 dynamic from an outsider's POV is that itachi and deidara don't, like.... disrespect tori? yeah her taijutsu is horrific but also she's INCREDIBLY skilled in a handful of other areas and they're acutely aware of this, but like. they shouldn't be LMAO)

anyway, i want them to run into sasori on a mission, and ORIGINALLY i was going to make this their one c-rank pre-exam. but also i think the exam is the turning point for minakushi to be like "ONE OF US" wrt deidara & tori, and i think "buddies with sasori????" would uuuuh not fly (at least with mianto) until after this turning point. so my new concept for their pre-exam c-rank is they run into chump shinobi and kushina is like "NO TORI HAS TO FIGHT THEM" even though literally any other member of team 4 could win in their sleep. she believes in you, tori!!!

so i think the sasori mission happens post exam? i'm not 100% sure how team 4 functions post-exam. it seems like kind of a waste to have itachi & deidara running c-ranks (esp itachi since he already has a record with konoha), but maybe minato is like "hey buddy..... so upon reflection and reviewing a lot of your files, maybe you should have friends your age??" so then the Point of Team 4 becomes integrating tori & deidara into konoha, and they take progressively more insane missions. the missions get more insane & less frequent as they figure out their own paths. itachi steadily starts getting tapped for ANBU again and tori starts rotating in R&D and gets strong armed into field medic training. i think deidara..... would also go into R&D, because his art is technically jutsu development. this is the funniest thing that's ever happened to tori

tori STILL doesn't like training but she has to log a certain number of hours to maintain her status as an active shinobi and her main sparring partners are like. insane s-rank people. so.............

(tori: I AM GOING TO MAKE FRIENDS WITH NORMAL PEOPLE (makes enemies instead) how)

#reborn au

[ineedmorefanfics2]

can i please get prompt number 8 with derek hale?

thankyou so much 🫶🏼 #followercelebration

Heads up! This fanfic was edited after posting!

8. “I want to go home to my wife.”

Warnings: Angst, Blood (Happy Ending)

A/N: So this was SUPPOSED to be done a couple of days ago, but I didn’t like it and I redid it like 7 times lol. Also Derek is based off of season 6 Derek if that makes sense? Anyways, thank you so much for the request and I really do hope you like it!

Derek hissed, stumbling over his own two feet as he trudged up the path to Scott McCall’s front door.

The bullet wound in his chest was leaking yellow smoke, and every movement felt like agony.

“Scott!” He called, throat raspy. “Scott!?”

Derek’s breathing became heavy, the wound hot and throbbing. He could feel the wolfsbane flowing through his veins, like gasoline that had been lit aflame.

His head swam and his vision blurred, his brain a scramble. His mind had been on autopilot since he came to on the cold forest floor. He had woken up covered in blood, with scorching pain enveloping his body and no recollection of what happened. Adrenaline forced him to stumble his way to the closest friend for help, nose catching the closest scent.

Derek’s thoughts drifted to you, eyebrows furrowing in worry. Where are you? Were you with him when he was shot? Are you safe and sound at home? He shivered at the thought of you being hurt, or worse.

He needs to find you, he needs to make sure you’re okay.

Derek turns to leave but looses his footing, losing his balance as he practically falls into Scott’s front door, a loud bang echoing throughout the dark neighborhood as his body collided with the white painted mahogany.

The door opened, Derek slumping inside as Melissa let out a startled shriek. “Derek!?”

She bent over, a gasp leaving her. “Scott! Scott get down here!” She grabbed the lapels of Derek’s jacket, doing her best to drag him inside as footsteps pounded down the stairs.

“What’s going on? What’s wrong?” Scott asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“He’s hurt, help me get him on the couch.” Melissa spoke, grabbing ahold of Derek’s arms.

Scott ran over, grabbing ahold of his legs as the two lifted him onto the couch.

“Derek? Derek can you hear me?” Melissa asked, shaking him gently.

Derek blinked, wincing in pain and grasping his head. “Y/N?”.

“No Derek, it’s Melissa and Scott. Can you hear me? I need you to tell me what’s wrong.”

Derek shook his head, sweat soaking his brow as he frowned. He sniffed the air, searching for any sign of you. His mind was consumed with the thought of you, unaware of his surroundings. “Where’s Y/N? Where’s my wife?”

Scott looked at his mother before turning towards Derek. “Derek, I don’t know.”

Derek tried sitting up, crying out in pain as he moved. “Where am I? I have to…” He trailed off.

“He’s disoriented.” Melissa noted. “Something is definitely wrong.”

“I want to… I want to go home to my wife.” Derek demanded. “I need to go home to my wife.” He tried to get up but Melissa was quick to push him down.

“Derek you’re not going anywhere until we figure out what’s wrong. I don’t think you understand what you’re saying right now. Do you know where you are? Can you understand me?”

Derek let out a growl, trying to push her away to no avail. He shook his head in an attempt to clear it, but before he knew it his eyes were closing and he passed out.

“Derek!?” Melissa yelled frantically, fingers finding his pulse point. “He’s got a pulse but it’s slowing.”

“He’s bleeding.” Scott pointed, gesturing to the blood barely visible from behind Derek’s leather jacket.

“Scott, go grab the first aid kit.” Scott ran off as Melissa gently pulled Derek’s jacket off. Without the black leather in the way, she could see the large blood stain spreading through his white t-shirt.

Scott handed her the first aid kit and she was quick to grab a pair of scissors, cutting Derek’s shirt and peeling it away from his skin.

She gasped at the yellow oozing wound. “Please tell me you know why it’s doing that.” She turned towards Scott who nodded his head.

“It’s yellow wolfsbane, we have to burn it out.”

“There’s a small torch in the junk draw.” She pointed and Scott was quick to grab it.

“I’m going to need you to hold him down.” She warned.

Scott nodded, grabbing ahold of Derek’s shoulders. “Ready.” He spoke.

“Here we go.” Melissa turned on the torch, taking a deep breath before holding it above Derek’s wound.

Derek woke with a start, his face morphing as he let out a pained roar that practically shook the house. He knocked Scott away from him, squirming as he tried to get away from the hot flame.

“Hold him!” Melissa yelled. Scott pushed Derek down once more using all of his strength, preventing the older wolf from thrashing as Melissa continued to burn the wolfsbane.

Derek slumped as Melissa finally pulled away, eyes blinking sluggishly as he panted.

He took a minute to get his bearings before letting Scott help him sit up.

“What happened?” Scott asked.

Derek’s mind cleared as the pain faded, his healing abilities kicking in now that his wound was free of poison. Memories flooded him and he took a minute to adjust before he spoke. “Hunters happened.” Derek responded. “I need to find Y/N,” He groaned as he stood. “I need to find her now.”

“Slow down.” Melissa chastised. “You almost died less than two minutes ago, you’re not fit to be going anywhere in the condition you’re in.”

“I need to find her, you don’t understand.”

“Why don’t you explain what happened?” Scott suggested. “I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on.”

Derek sighed, glancing at the front door before he nodded. “Y/N and I were looking for a rogue omega near the high school when a group of hunters showed up.” He paused, scowling at the ground. “They blinded sided us. I didn’t smell them, I didn’t hear them, nothing. It’s like they came out of nowhere.”

“I didn’t know what was happening until they shot me.” He winced. “I told Y/N to run but she didn’t listen.” Derek paused, eyebrows furrowing as he tried to remember.

“She grabbed onto me and was practically dragging me with her. I remember falling and somebody was screaming and then I blacked out. When I came to I guess I came here.” Derek finished.

“I’ll call the pack. We’ll find her Derek.” Scott assured, putting his hand on Derek’s shoulder for comfort.

“No need to.” A voice spoke, causing the three to look up. You stood at the front door, Malia and Stiles behind you.

“Y/N.” Derek sighed. You were covered in dirt and blood, t-shirt ripped and leaves tangled in your hair.

“You’re okay.” You cried, making your way to him, hands wrapping around his shoulders as you squeezed him.

He squeezed you back just as tight, ignoring the slight pain in his chest as he gave you a soft kiss on the forehead. “I was so worried about you.”

“Me? You were the one bleeding out. I left you for two seconds and you were gone. I thought…” You trailed off, breath trembling slightly.

“I’m okay.” He assured. “We’re both okay.”

You nodded, giving him one last squeeze before gently pulling away.

“What happened out there? How’d you get away?” Derek asked, hand going to your cheek as he looked you over once more.

“It wasn’t easy. Those hunters were unlike any we’ve been against before. They were smart, covered their scents and their tracks. Barely made a noise either. It was thanks to them I got out of there alive.” You said, gesturing to Malia and Stiles. “If they hadn’t come to back me up I don’t think I would’ve made it.”

“Where are they now?” Scott asked.

“Down at the station. I called my dad and he brought some back up. Cops came just in time to see those assholes shoot at us. A bunch of adults shooting at high school kids? Yeah, they’re not getting out of jail anytime soon.” Stiles said smugly.

“We had just started to track down Derek when we heard his yell. We came over right away.” Malia added.

“Are you okay?” Melissa asked, eyes falling to the bullet holes in your shirt.

You smiled softly at her worried expression, lifting your shirt up. “All healed. They only had one wolfsbane bullet, which I assume was for the omega. They were stupid to use it on Derek.” You practically growled before taking a calming breath. “Thank you by the way, if you and Scott hadn’t been there to save him I…I don’t know what I’d do.”

“Of course, I’m a nurse it’s my job. Not to mention you’re both like family. It’s the least I could do.” Melissa nodded, squeezing your hand reassuringly.

“Definitely not the first time Scott’s saved my ass from a wolfsbane bullet. Remember?” Derek asked, nudging Scott who let out a laugh at the memory.

Stiles let out a gag. “Oh god, don’t remind me. I still can’t get over that bone saw. I can’t believe you wanted me to cut off your arm.” He shuddered.

“I don’t even want to to know.” Melissa sighed.

“I’d like to know.” Malia spoke, causing the group to laugh.

“Did you end up finding the omega?” Melissa asked once everyone settled.

You and Derek shook your heads. “Didn’t have time to. We’ll start a new search tomorrow. I think it’d be better if we got some rest first, especially you.” You stated, nudging Derek in his side.

“We’ll come with you.” Scott said. “So hopefully next time you won’t show up dying at my door at two in the morning.”

“Yeah, I’d like to avoid that.” Derek nodded.

“Why don’t you all stay here tonight?” Melissa voiced. “It’ll make me feel a lot better.”

“I call Scott’s bed!” Stiles cried, racing up the stairs with a protesting Scott at his heels.

“I want the floor!” Malia yelled, chasing after the two.

Melissa laughed at their antics before turning towards you and Derek. “The couch is a pullout, blankets and extra pillows are in the draw underneath the tv. Eat anything you’d like, I have to go grocery shopping anyways.”

You hugged her gently. “Thank you, Mrs. McCall.”

“Please, call me Melissa. And seriously, anytime.” She smiled, bidding goodnight before she made her way up to her room.

Derek grabbed the blankets and pillows while you pulled out the couch. Scott came back down with a change of clothes for both you and Derek, courtesy of him and his mom.

It wasn’t long before the two of you were settling into bed, Derek’s head on your chest with his arm around your waist and your fingers combing through his hair.

“I meant it you know.” You spoke, voice barely a whisper. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you, Derek.”

He lifted his head, eyes meeting yours. “You will never lose me.” He grabbed your hand, thumb brushing over the two rings that sat on your ring finger. “For better or worse, in sickness and in health. I am with you forever.”

“Is that what I signed up for?” You teased, letting out a soft laugh as Derek rolled his eyes with a grumble.

You smiled softly at him, heart beating loudly in your chest. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He replied, the arm around your waist tightening ever so slightly.

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A full transcribe of JOEL MILLER'S dialogue/lines from the TV show THE LAST OF US.

EPISODE 4 - PLEASE HOLD TO MY HAND

Includes full dialogue, and dialogue from any deleted/additional scenes available.

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☝🏻Dialogue has been fully transcribed by myself using reference to original scripts (if available), audio subtitles and using my own two ears. Therefore, mistakes can be made, however I have tried to be as fully accurate as I can. If you spot an obvious mistake, please kindly let me know. Where audio is not clear, I have marked with *inaudible* Scenes are separated for ease of reference.

FULL SCRIPT DIALOGUE:

Gas breaks down over time. This stuff’s almost water. Back in the day. We’d drive ten, twelve hours on one tank. You could go anywhere. 

Pretty much nowhere. 

It’s a siphon. It’s when liquid… travels against gravity, because pressure-

I know it works. No wanderin’. 

Jesus. 

No. 

Feel free to wait in the truck.

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Yeah, they used to stick big ass ploughs on ‘em and clear the roads for their tanks and such. 

You will. Tanks, choppers. All that stuff. Built to fight the wrong enemy. Just scattered around now. 

This is actually before my time. 

It’s a winner though. 

Oh, man. 

Oh. No, no, no. Put that back. That’s not for kids. 

Please!

Please get rid of it. 

Uhh… the-

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Alright. That’s enough for today. 

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Slow down. 

That is twenty year-old Chef Boyardee Ravioli. 

I actually agree. 

I figure I sleep tonight and drive tomorrow, all day, all night, get us to Wyoming by next mornin’. 

Now, why am I gonna tell you “no”? 

No, fungus isn’t that smart. This is too remote for infected anyway. 

They’ll have way more in mind than that. 

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Well, that would be Frank’s then. 

What?

Yeah.

'Cause he was outstanding in his field. 

No. Now go to sleep. 

No-one’s gonna find us. 

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You don’t like coffee?

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Theirs was a lot fresher than what Bill saved up, but yeah, this is what they sold. 

Eyes on the map. 

Last contact came through a radio tower close to Cody. 

Yeah.

Then... odds are he’ll be near a settlement. Probably close to another city. Ain’t too many of ‘em in Wyoming. 

Cheyenne.

Whose name?

Tommy.

Younger.

Long story. 

Tommy’s what we used to call a “joiner”. Dreams of becomin’ a hero. So he enlists in the Army right outta high school. A few months later they ship him off to Desert Storm. It’s what they called that war. Doesn’t matter. Point is, bein’ in the Army didn’t make him feel much like a hero. Cut to twelve years later, outbreak happens. He convinces me to join a group makin’ their way up to Boston, which I did… mostly to keep an eye on him, keep him alive. It’s where we met Tess.

And that whole crew, we uh… Well, for it was, it worked. And then Tommy meets Marlene. She talks in him to joinin’ the Fireflies. Same mistake he made when he was eighteen. Wants to save the world. Pipe dream. Him, Fireflies, all of ‘em… delusional. Course, last I heard, he quit the Fireflies, too. So now he’s on his own out there, and… I gotta go get him. 

You haven’t seen the world, so you don’t know. You keep goin’ for family. That’s about it. 

No… You’re cargo. And I made a promise to Tess. And she was like family. 

I will.

I’m persistent. 

You got up pretty early if you wanna grab more sleep. 

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Stay put. 

Kansas City.

Screw it. 

We can jog right around this tunnel, take the next ramp, then we’re back on the road, a minute tops. 

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Where the fuck is the highway?

Don’t look at the state map, look at the inset. 

It’s gotta be the right… What the fuck?

Put your seatbelt on. 

No. 

Fuck! 

Are you okay?

You’re not hurt or nothin’?

Belts off! Fast! 

Hey, you see that hole? Can you squeeze through?

When I say go, you crawl through to that wall, and you squeeze through and you don't come out until I say, okay? 

And they’re not gonna hit you. Look at me! They’re not gonna hit you. You stay down, you stay low, you stay quiet! 

Okay. Okay. Go! 

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God. 

Get back behind the wall. 

Ellie. I gotta get in there, I can’t fit through. 

Well, can you move it?

Let’s go. Fast. 

We go up. 

Hopefully we spot a clear route out.

Stay close. 

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People.

For a little bit, maybe. Looks like they’re checkin’ out apartment buildings first. But they’ll be coming through these places soon enough. 

Yeah. Saw it. 

As soon as we don’t hear a truck, we move. Fast as we can. 

I’m alright. Are you alright?

Thing is, is I didn’t hear that guy comin’ and… you shouldn’t have had to, you know?

You’re just a kid. You shouldn’t know what it means to… It’s not like you killed him. But, shootin’ or… I know what it’s like. First time that you, uh, hurt… someone like that. If you, uh… w… I’m not good at this. 

I mean, it was my fault. You shouldn’ta had to. And I’m sorry. 

Show me your grip. Finger off the trigger. Now who taught you that?

Figures. Thumb, over your thumb. Left hand… squeezes down on the right. You got it? There you go. Lookit.

Okay?

Uh-uh. You put it in your pack. You’ll shoot your damn ass off. 

We’ll get through this. 

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You’re just gonna put your foot here. One, two…

Straighten up. I got you. 

Take a look around first. Ellie! Goddamn it. 

By now, Wyoming. 

Alright. We’ll make our way up, and come morning, I’ll take a look at the city and find our way out. 

Forty-five. But no, not all the way. 

As far as I can make it. 

I’ve been on both sides. It was a long time ago. We did what we needed to survive. 

And the people we were with. My brother, too. 

Come on. 

Yeah. 

It’s gonna have to be. 

Give me a minute. 

“Lazy ass.” I'm fifty-six years old, you little shit. 

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What?!

I don’t want someone sneakin’ up on us while we’re sleeping. 

Of course, I’ll hear it. That’s the damn point. 

Yeah, goodnight. 

Hey.

When we were talkin’ about hurtin’ people… what did you mean it wasn’t your first time?

Alright. You don't have to. I’m just sayin’... it isn’t fair. Your age, havin’ to deal with all of this. 

No, not really. But still… 

Probably more from shootin’. So if you wanna keep your hearin’, you stick to that knife. 

Hm?

What?

Jesus.

That is so Goddamn stupid. 

I didn’t laugh. 

Jesus, I’m losin’ it. 

Go to sleep. 

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[jomiddlemarch]

Reality has no place in our world

“Mom, stop. You can’t do this,” Rory said. She didn’t fold her arms in front of her chest or glare, two gestures Lorelai herself might have chosen to accompany giving an order, but then Rory was a better person that Lorelai would ever be and also, not nearly as accomplished at glaring; unlike Lorelai, she hadn’t spent the formative years of her facial expression life under the tutelage of Emily Gilmore and neither Luke nor Michel every gave Rory a hard time.

Rory didn’t look angry or exasperated or impatient. She looked a little frustrated, a little tired, and mostly, disappointed. Christ, it was so early, the sky still the dull dark of the moonless hour before dawn, and she’d already made Rory give her that look, the one that wasn’t a glare, and speak in that tone. 

“Do what? The cha-cha?” Lorelai shuffled a bit, shimmying a lot more. “Wake up before my alarm—check. Face the future without fear? On it—”

“You can’t leave Max. You can’t run away the day before your wedding,” Rory said. “You can’t do that to him.”

“No?” Lorelai said, as if she was going to add Try me or watch me or you’re not the boss of me, when it came out sounding like a real question and she was open to alternate suggestions, which as she said it she realized was, in fact, the truth.

“No. You can’t. Whatever’s going on inside your head, you can’t be that mean to him, to just leave. You can’t be cruel because you’re freaking out,” Rory said. “You’re freaking out, right?”

“So, I’m mean and cruel? Did you forget nasty?” Lorelai said, crossing her own arms in front of her. Someone ought to and it didn’t seem like Rory was going to. She carefully avoided answering the freak-out question, though it didn’t take a world-class genius to raise the hypothesis.

“I didn’t say any of that and you know it. This isn’t some cute rom-com, where you can ditch the guy at the altar and then there’s some montage of a roadtrip or a bunch of zany, over-caffeinated high-jinks,” Rory said.

“That sounds better than this,” Lorelai said. “A lot better. What’s the soundtrack?”

“It’s not. It’s not real,” Rory replied, ignoring her attempt at deflection. “You have to call Max. You have to talk to him, before you decide to do whatever you decide to do.” 

“I do?” They both heard the reference to wedding vows and Lorelai raised an eyebrow. Rory frowned.

“Don’t make this weirder, Mom. Call Max. I’ll get the phone,” Rory said.

“Okay. Fine. You’re obviously not going to let this go,” Lorelai said. Was she a little relieved that Rory had called out her imminent scarpering? Around 23% seemed fair. 

“I’m not,” Rory agreed. “You’ll thank me for it.”

“Don’t press your luck, kiddo—"

She called.

Max answered on the second ring, his voice the kind of growly that meant she’d woken him, which wasn’t a huge surprise because it was still hovering around 5 am. They didn’t talk for long. She asked him to come over and he said he’d be there in 20 min without asking any questions why, which was big of him given the time and date and she knew she herself would have expected some kind of explanation and probably would have taken more like 40 min to get to his apartment, because she damn well would have made a travel-mug of coffee even if she was heading over in yesterday’s jeans and the first tee-shirt she could put her hands on.

With only 20 min, she made a pot of coffee and put on fresh jeans. She didn’t change her tee-shirt. The coffee had been Rory’s idea. Lorelai recognized Rory was looking for other ways to keep her from bolting besides guilt and that coffee, naturally, was the best available approach. Lorelai sat at the kitchen table and waited for Max, letting Rory be the one to open the front door and then take herself off to Babette’s, since it was too early for anywhere else to be open.

“What’s wrong?” Max said, sitting across from her, a mug of coffee in front of him, untouched. Lorelai herself was also untouched, Max forgoing a hug or a kiss or even his hand on her shoulder or pushing back the loose hair by her cheek. She couldn’t be bitter about it, but she was, a little, even though she knew she was being unreasonable.

“Why do you think something’s wrong?” she countered, as if this would be some kind of ordinary sparring, like whether Al’s food could ever truly be called Chinese or if Brandy was a good name for a dog.

“Why do I—it’s 5:23, you called and asked me to come right over. There’s no good news you deliver that way,” he said, pretty calmly given that he could well be deeply frustrated, annoyed or outright enraged at her dancing around. He hadn’t even gotten to see her cha-cha.

“Maybe I do, maybe that’s something you don’t know about me—”

“Lora, enough,” he interrupted and she couldn’t have said whether it was hearing the nickname only he ever used or the brevity, just two words, or the tenderness in his voice, in his tired, dark eyes, but something in her broke.

“I don’t think I can marry you,” she said.

“Okay,” he said. “Why couldn’t you wait to tell me?”

“Okay? Okay?!” she repeated, screeching if she were being honest with herself, which is what this whole thing has been supposed to be about. 

“I didn’t mean I was happy to hear you say it. It was an acknowledgement, nor approval. Why couldn’t you wait until actual morning?” he said.

“I wasn’t planning this.” She took a sip of her coffee. It wasn’t as good as Luke’s but that was nothing new.

“You weren’t planning this—” he paused, looking at her with a degree of acuity that made her want to flee. Or squirm. She gripped the handle of the mug and hoped it wouldn’t break off in her hand. They sat there for like forever or 47 seconds, she couldn’t be sure. “This wasn’t your idea. This was Rory’s idea, us talking, she’s the only person you’d do this for—”

“I’d do it for you—”

“No, you wouldn’t,” he said. “You were going to leave. You were going to leave me a day before the wedding.”

Well, she’d known he was intelligent and good at reading her and quick, so fucking quick, that was why she’d fallen in love with him—

“Were you going to write a note? Call?” he asked. Lorelai sat, feeling lumpish and pathetic and all betrayal-y, and didn’t say a word. Max closed his eyes for a moment and let out a breath. “You weren’t going to do anything. You were going to run away and someone else was going to have to tell me. To deal with everything.”

“Sookie would’ve called you,” Lorelai said. She tried not to mumble, though she really felt like mumbling, more than she’d ever want to mumble in her whole life.

“You’d have called her from wherever you went,” Max said. “She’s making the wedding cake.”

“Five tiers,” Lorelai said. “All buttercream frosting. She has a thing against fondant.”

“It tastes like shit,” he said. It was quiet between them, so quiet a bird could have twittered or sung its cute little morning song so they could share a smile or the eye-part that went with a smile without actually moving their lips, but it was quiet and she wondered if Max would get up and walk out. 

“What’s wrong, Lora?” he said softly, which was a far cry from stomping out or shouting or making a snide, sarcastic remark about her, which were all the responses she would have expected from the other men in her life, Luke, her father, and Christopher respectively, and for the first time, she felt her eyes fill with tears.

“I don’t think I can do it. I’m not—you won’t want, I, I didn’t look at my dress every night,” she said in a rush.

“Is that a thing? Looking at your dress every night?” he said.

“My mother says it is.”

“But you think she’s wrong about almost everything,” he said. He made a good point.

“She said she wanted to, that’s how she knew she wanted to get married,” Lorelai said.

“Maybe that’s not how you’d know,” Max said. “In fact, I would bet good money that it’s not how you’d know, because I know you like your dress but it’s not even a distant second to coffee in your regard.”

“I don’t deserve you,” Lorelai said.

“Have you ever thought you don’t have to? That we don’t care about each other because it’s something we deserve, but because I want you and you want me?” he said.

“You don’t want me,” she said, before she could think twice, could stop herself or figure out something that would come after, some explanation about how there was a much better woman out there for him and he shouldn’t get derailed by her. She didn’t want to be his trainwreck.

“Don’t tell me what I want,” he snapped, then rubbed his face with his hand. “I’m sorry, this is hard. But I know what you expect. You expect me to walk out, plus or minus lashing out at you first.”

“What—”

“It’s what Christopher does. He leaves. It’s what Luke does. He walks away, he shuts down. It’s what you father does. He scolds you and he stalks out,” Max said. “Lora, I’m not going to do that.”

“But why?” she said. “Why not?”

“Because I love you. Because if loving you, I need to leave you, I’m not leaving like that,” he said.

“I was going to,” she said, almost under her breath.

“I know. But you listened to Rory and she wouldn’t let you,” he said and then he scrunched up his forehead in a way that was unfairly adorable. “She’s very insightful. And not here—is she next door at Babette’s?”

Lorelai could count on one hand the number of times Christopher had ever expressed concern about where Rory was, who was looking after her, or uttered a smidgen of praise that wasn’t of the generic “so pretty so smart” variety. 

“Yeah, she’s next door,” Lorelai said. “I still don’t think we should get married.”

“I know about Luke,” Max said. Lorelai suddenly understood the expression knocked over with a feather, though she didn’t know who was keeping feathers around for such a purpose. She felt herself goggle at Max and knew it was not her most attractive look, but needs must.

“What do you mean, you know about Luke?” 

“He hand-carved a chuppah for you to get married beneath. I can recognize when someone else cares about you. You never asked, but he must have,” Max said.

“Must have asked what?”

“He knows you’re not Jewish. He found out I am and he built a chuppah for you,” he said. “It sure as hell wasn’t for me.”

“You’re Jewish?” 

“Yeah,” he said. “My mother’s side. The side that counts. She was a Cohen before she married my father.”

“I had no idea—”

“I didn’t fall in love with you for your astonishing attention to detail and detective skills,” Max said. “I’m in love with you and I know Luke loves you and you love him, but are you going to throw away what we have when I’m not asking you to give him up?”

“What are you saying, Max?” Lorelai shook her head. “Despite what my mother thinks of me, I’m not…kinky.”

“Wow, that is a whole other conversation,” he said, laughing, which was not something she’d had on her bingo card for the discussion about breaking an engagement at the last minute. “I meant, you don’t have to stop caring about Luke, I don’t expect that. I don’t expect him to stop loving you—if there’s anything I can understand, it’s loving you. But not as a husband. Not as Rory’s stepfather—I want that and he doesn’t—”

“How do you know he doesn’t?” Lorelai said. It was the second time this night-into-morning that she’d said something that was intended as a challenge and realized she’d just asked a question of someone she trusted more than herself.

“Because you’ve lived here for over ten years and he’s never said anything, for all the breakfast, lunches and dinners he’s made for you. He’s never asked you out on a date or stayed for pizza or Al’s. He’s never been the one who ran out to the pharmacy to get Tylenol when Rory spiked a fever or needed posterboard for a school project at the last minute,” Max said. 

“Rory has never needed a school supply at the last minute,” Lorelai said. 

“He’s never made the cupcakes for the bake sale. Sookie did that and she still does,” Max said. He pushed his coffee mug away and left his right hand palm up on the table top. She’d held that hand, felt it cupped around her cheek, pressed against the small of her back and the curve of her ass. It was unclear whether she’d ever touch him again and she wished she could read the future in the creases and lines being picked out by the early morning sunlight. 

“Look, I’m not telling you you have to marry me and it’s not a contest and it’s not a guilt-trip. I’m only saying that I love you and I think you love me and what you’re worried about, about needing to choose, about not caring in the right way, the right amount, I think it’s bullshit. It’s partly your mother’s fucking bullshit and some of it is societal expectations and some is your own stuff going back to Christopher and the teenage rebellion that turned into being a teen mom. I want you to be happy, to do what makes you happy, but I want you to know where I stand. What I can live with. You’ll never stop loving Luke and Christopher will always be Rory’s father and I am okay with that, with all of that. Because I fucking love you, Lora.”

“I love you too,” she said. “But maybe, I don’t know if it’s the right way—”

“When has doing anything the right way ever mattered to you?” he replied and she had to laugh because it was true and because he understood her enough to know it and say it.

“I’m not sure it’s enough,” she said.

“What is enough? Is a thousand yellow daisies enough? Is agreeing to call me at 4:53 enough?” he pushed. “This isn’t a rom-com, it’s real life. And we’re not both sixteen, we’re adults. Let me ask you, why did you call me today? I know if was Rory’s idea but you did it, you could have refused, you could be driving to God knows where right now—”

“I wanted to,” she said. “I wanted to hear your voice. I didn’t call because I felt like I owed it to you. I’m not that good a person.”

“I want to talk to you first thing in the morning,” Max said. “I don’t ever want it to be too early.”

“What about too late?” Lorelai said. She’d done a fair job of royally fucking things up for all his protestations to the contrary. The caffeine and sun might be hitting him, he might think twice about sticking around.

“No such thing,” he said. He didn’t move, so she let go of her coffee and put her hand in his. “But maybe you want a new dress?”

“I can’t get a new dress the day before the wedding, Max,” she said, already thinking of that sweet little number she’d seen in a consignment store window in Hartford, all nipped in waist and Givenchy New Look attitude and the look Max would give her if she were walking toward him in it. She thought of Max watching her come closer and Luke watching her walk away until she was in the shadow of the chuppah he’d built. She thought it was impossible and that she’d heard worse ideas and not just from Kirk on any topic.

“Says who?”

She wore the new, second-hand dress.

Max stomped a glass wrapped in a cloth napkin in lieu of a rabbi. 

She didn’t take his name. In the receiving line, Luke kissed her cheek and called her Lorelai. Cutting Sookie’s masterpiece (Every tier a different flavor! Homemade quince preserves! Candied white violets!), she didn’t notice the weight of her wedding ring, but she couldn’t look away from the gold band on Max’s hand.

When she woke in the night from a dream full of dread, regret, the terrible mixture of mistake and failure, that hand lay gently on her hip and when she grew too tense, he murmured what’s wrong, Lora and then she could go back to sleep.

#gilmore girls #gilmore girls AU fic #lorelai gilmore/max medina #romance #angst #rory to the rescue #sookie st james #christopher hayden #luke danes #early morning conversations #there is coffee of course #domestic #fix-it fic #wedding dresses #max lays it on the line

[askthechronoverse]

☝ with Unikitty describing her first day ruling as queen.

At this point in her life, going from a princess to a queen was more of a title change than it was something earth-shattering. Unikitty has to acknowledge Rex was right about that all those years ago. When she was ruling over Cloud Cuckoo Land, she didn't have anybody running the show behind her. It was actually strange that Richard served as a regent at all, given that experience. She knew why he was doing this, of course. Maybe he didn't expect her to be an adult when she was given the planet. But he was more than willing to let her take more and more of a role of the day-to-day ruling of the kingdom until her coronation, which she more used as an excuse to have a party.

Richard floated next to the throne, waiting patiently with Hawkodile by his side the morning after, adjusting his pill box hat as the bodyguard complained at length about RJ's lack of discipline. When Unikitty showed up in her ornate crown, Richard floated down to his feet and bowed.

"Good morning, my queen. It feels so good to be able to say that at long last." He remains with with his head down until Unikitty approached, her paw finding its way under his chin to lift it. "I'm proud of you. I'm so proud of you."

"It must be so nice for you to be able to finally step down from running things!" The cat grinned as she took her place on her throne.

"It just means that I've done my job raising you. I will of course be available if you need any help. I don't plan on going anywhere." He gestured to a rolling suitcase by his side. "But I will be using my time in a lesser role to finally be going on my honeymoon. RJ plans on taking me across the galaxy and I don't know when I'll be back. You may have trouble contacting me and I do apologize." He smiled warmly. "I am confident that you can do this alone, however." He did hear about Cloud Cuckoo Land and how much of a chaotic mess that kingdom was, but that didn't matter given how she had been running this kingdom so far.

"What's Hawk doing here?"

"His role won't change. You still need a bodyguard and the Unikingdom Charter dictates that a bodyguard will remain with their king or queen for the rest of their days. Besides, someone needs to make sure the kingdom is safe." He could hear a horn beep in the distance and bowed again. "That is my fian... Husband. I shall take my leave." He rushed through the door, leaving Hawk and Unikitty alone.

"Okay! What's on the agenda today?" She looked over to Hawkodile, who shrugged.

"That's usually Richard's job, princess... I mean... My queen." The bodyguard scratched his head. "I think he left his clipboard on the couch. I'll go get it."

"No need!" Puppycorn's voice cracked as he rushed into the room with the clipboard. "I've totally got this!" He handed it to his sister, adjusting the backpack on his back. "Are you sure you have to go to school? I could help you!"

"Richard insisted that you go and I agree with him. It's like the last official thing he did as advisor." Unikitty pat her brother on the head and sent him on his way. She looked at the clipboard and saw that the first page was the itinerary for his honeymoon. "Can you believe he's spending his honeymoon on RJ's old ship?"

"I can't. I'm shocked RJ was willing to stay on that thing that long. I guess he's not planning on exploring the ship too much." Hawk shrugged, leaning over to look at the itinerary. "Looks like they won't be leaving the system for a while. How did Richard drag him to the Hall of Infinite Reflection?"

"I think that shows growth on RJ's part. It means he's willing to leave the past behind and try something new with the one he loves! It's so romantic!" Unikitty cooed as she flipped over to the next page. "Oh no. It doesn't look like Richard planned anything out past today."

"Unikitty, the 24th was yesterday."

"He never planned past his last work day?!" Unikitty's fur became white. "It's okay. We've got this. Was there anything special happening today? A holiday or...?"

"Actually, I'm pretty sure you had decided today would be a "problem fixy day"." Hawkodile used air quotes around the pseudo holiday name. "Y'know, to celebrate your coronation?"

"Right! Open the door wide, Hawk! Let's fix some problems!" Unikitty clapped her hands and watched as Hawkodile opened the door and five chocolate rabbits started to set up tables for food and drinks. After they've done this and left, a large line began to form of various citizens. Somewhere deep in the back of her mind, this all felt so familiar. Oh well. It was too late to back out. She glanced down at the first person in line and saw that it was...

"RJ? What are you doing here? I thought that you and Richard were on your honeymoon?" RJ laughed nervously

"Okay. He thinks that I'm helpin' get PC out of the old wishin' well. I need you to do me a favor and I know that you're doing this favor doing thing today." He rubbed his neck.

"What do you need, RJ? You know I'd help you any day."

"I don't want to take my ship. Can you help me build a new one? I have our luggage in my truck. I need something... You."

"So something with glitter and sparkles and rainbows? You don't feel like taking your big scary fist ship?" Unikitty seemed far too excited.

"Yeah. You could say that. I know you haven't master built in a while, but-" Before the words came out of his mouth, Unikitty already had a sleek and sparkly ship built. It didn't have any room to sleep, but it was still very roomy and far more aerodynamic than the Rexcelsior.

"Just let anybody at a hotel know that you're with me. You won't have to pay for anything." She pushed RJ and the ship out the door with Hawk's help. "Now get to that honeymoon of yours! I don't want to see you guys again for another month at least!" She teased. The chimera and his queen returned to the throne.

It very quickly became a long stream of villagers needing help with various things. That is, until Master Frown and Brock approached the throne. Frown smirked as Brock ate a hot dog.

"Oh. Hello, Casey! Is there anything you need for me?" Hawkodile looked like he was ready to throw Frown out the window.

"Yeah... No. I'm just here to watch. You look tired. It's giving me joy." He snatched the hot dog the person behind him held and took a big bite out of that.

"BRO. We were here to say hi! That's what you said!" Brock stared daggers at him as Hawk ushered the next person in front of Unikitty.

"Nah. I really want to see the new Queen sweat a little." Master Frown moved aside and did just as he said. Unikitty began to tire as the day went on, Master Frown her shadow as she worked. Brock complained the entire time, but he was easy enough for Unikitty to ignore. After the sun reached the midway point in the sky and Master Frown had left because he had gotten bored, Unikitty was approached by a small, brick built creature. Purple wings folded across a rounded body and held a folder. The voice that came out of the beek was unsure but calming.

"Hello. Is one of you Regent Richard Brickington? I was told he would be the one to speak to regarding interplanetary affairs." She shuffled her papers in the folder as she waited patiently, the lavender cloud that pretended to be her hair swirling over her one eye.

"Sorry. He's on a vacation. Can we help you?" Hawkodile spoke with distrust as he scanned the creature for weapons and bad intentions.

"Yes... I am Treguna of the Wiztastics tribe." She bowed her body, the cloud obscuring her face now. "I came here to perform my magic for the Unikingdom on the occasion of the Queen's coronation."

"Of the who?" Unikitty asked as Hawkodile whipped out a satphone and placed a call.

"I'm from.... from the planet Mixel." The monocle fell off of her face and Treguna deftly threw it back on her beek. "From the Wiztastics tribe? I'm here to perform my magic for the queen." Hawkodile nodded and hung the phone up.

"You're pretty far from home. Did you talk to Richard about performing?"

"Yes. He was very interested in our magic, since he said that preforming magic is lost from your world." Treguna's bunnylike ears.

"You're late then. Our Queen's coronation was yesterday." Hawkodile stated flatly. Treguna looked down, her full body leaning down with her.

"Oh... I had to find a ship to catch a ride with. It took longer than I thought it would. I'll go then. I thank you for your time." She turned clumsily on one leg as she went to leave. Before she could go far, Unikitty stopped her.

"Wait! You can do real magic?" Unikitty asked, head cocked to one side.

"Ye... Yes. Since I was built."

"Show me." Unikitty's ear twitched as she watched Treguna turn back around. She waved her wings and a tower of donuts appeared in front of her.

"Your kingdom is very... Very magical!" Treguna bobbed up and down, nibbling on a donut as she did. "I barely had to try with this!"

"Can you teach us how?" Unikitty asked softly, reaching for a donut. Hawkodile smacked her paw away.

"I'd be happy to!" Treguna hopped on one leg.

#ask and you shall receive •||• answered ask #asked by: jezabatlovesbats #character •||• the princess #character •||• the bodyguard #and introducing... #character •||• the magician

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

To Love Who Wears The Crown Pt. 7

Pairing: Modern Royals: King!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: I don't think there are any warnings here tbh they discuss the kidnapping stuff

Genre: sorta fluff maybe a little angst

Summary: You meet the king of Andia by chance when he hosts a ball and he's immediately taken with you, enough to invite you to spend your summer at the palace with him while he formally courts you. Although he's everything you could dream of from the moment you arrive, nothing is ever straightforward in the world of powerful people. Who would have thought that when you tripped over his feet at a dance you'd eventually have to find out what it means to love a king.

***

The first few days after your return are hard. Every small sound makes you panicky. You're skittish and nervous and refuse to be left alone. Sam or Steve is with you when Bucky can't be and if none of them is available Kate stays with you. She seems to be doing well with the guard so far and has basically become your personal guard. The only time you're alone is when you have to take calls from Weldon to check on Monica. You still haven't figured out a way out of this situation and it's making you more nervous as your announcement party draws closer. You managed to get it pushed back another week when you got back, using the excuse that you were too shaken up to think about celebrating but you didn't want to put it off for long and give Bucky the wrong idea. You know your behaviour is worrying James, you can tell by the way he dotes on you more than usual. He hasn't pushed you to talk about your kidnapping but you've finally decided it's time to talk to him. Kate follows you down the palace halls as you make your way to Bucky's office.

"You're walking so fast Lady y/n. What's wrong?" Kate frowns.

"I have something important I've been needing to talk to Bucky about and I've wasted enough time stalling since I got back." You explain to her.

"Geez." Kate says under her breath. You pull open his office door and three heads turn to you. Nat and Steve seem to have been deep in discussion with Bucky before you walked in.

"Oh- sorry to interrupt I didn't realize you were in the middle of something." You say.

"Come here." Bucky holds a hand out to you. You walk over to where he's seated and place your hand in his.

"I didn't mean to interrupt." You say.

"Don't ever apologize for being anywhere that I am doll. Okay?" He says, looking at you.

"Okay." You whisper.

"Now, what is it?"

"I need to talk to you about something, but it can wait if you're busy." You tell him.

"Leave." He says.

"Buck we're in the middle of-"

"Steve, it can wait." Bucky says, cutting him off. Natasha rolls her eyes and walks out with Steve behind her.

"I'm never too busy for you. What is it y/n?" Bucky asks.

"Actually this is kind of sensitive so I'd rather we talk about it away from the palace." You tell him.

"Away from the palace?" He frowns.

"Can we go to your little cave spot? I know it's cold but we need to be alone. Please?" You ask.

"Of course." Bucky stands. Bucky leads you quickly out of the palace and through the gardens until you reach the cliffside. You walk through the dark cave and eventually pop out at the lake where you let out a calming sigh. "What's all this about y/n? Is everything alright?" Bucky looks at you with concern.

"No- everything is not alright. We need to talk about my kidnapping." You say.

"Only if you're ready to talk about it. Don't feel like you have to for any reason y/n."

"James you have a rat." You sigh.

"A rat? There aren't any rodents in the palace." Bucky shakes his head.

"No James not a rodent. Someone in that palace is working against you with the king of Weldon. It's why I asked you to bring me here." You say.

"There's a traitor?" He blinks at you.

"I’d guess several. It's how I got kidnapped I'm sure. It’s the only thing that makes sense. They came in through my balcony without anyone noticing and somehow the king of Weldon knew the nature of our relationship and knew you were planning a ball soon. A ball you hadn't even announced yet. How would he know that?"

"Unless someone inside was feeding him information."

"Exactly."

"Do you have any idea who it is?"

"Not yet. The palace staff is huge and truthfully it could be anyone, but I figure it's most likely someone close enough to one of us to observe details of our relationship. A guard maybe or- one of the dinner staff who serve us."

"Wait a second so you were kidnapped from your balcony?"

"Yes." You nod.

"The guards at your door claimed they didn't hear anything at the time of your disappearance- I almost had them killed on the spot." Bucky scoffs.

"You didn't though, did you?" You frown.

"No. Though I'm starting to think maybe I should have- especially if there's a traitor among us."

"Hang on how did you find out I was missing?"

"Izzy, she went into your room or something, saw you weren't in there, asked the guards if you told them where you were going and they said you hadn't left." Bucky explains. "Now that you're telling me someone can't be trusted it makes sense that the guards didn't hear anything-"

"Actually Bucky that might be because I was unconscious before I could scream so- unless they made a significant amount of noise while moving me, there's no reason the guards outside would have heard me getting kidnapped. I don't remember who was posted that day, but I don't think them not hearing anything is enough reason to throw them into extra suspicion."

"We have to find out who it is y/n. A traitor weakens the whole kingdom." Bucky says.

"Yes, I know. We have to be discrete though. The king of Weldon is having me watched I'm sure. You can't do anything until I manage to catch the traitor."

"Until you manage to catch the traitor? Do you have a plan?"

"Not yet- but I'm working on one. You can't get involved, but I want you to know because, you know, you have to be careful. Please, be mindful of who you're trusting in the palace." You say.

"I understand but you have to be careful too. Especially if you're trying to catch this person on your own. Don't do anything overly risky." Bucky tells you.

"Yeah- I know. I'll be safe. We should go back now, so you can finish your meeting."

"You're sure? I can stay with you if you want." Bucky suggests.

"Honestly Jamie there's not a moment I don't want you to stay with me, but I'm not unreasonable. You stopped your meeting to talk to me, that's really sweet but you do have to do your job." You laugh.

"I mean I don't have to. We could just play hooky." Bucky smirks.

"Your majesty, how bold of you to suggest." You giggle.

"What can I say? I'm full of surprises." He winks at you.

"How about today, you go finish your meeting while I plan how to catch Judas and we play hooky on another day." You suggest.

"You're no fun." Bucky jokes.

"You're ridiculous." You scoff. "Let's go back now, I'm sure Steve and Nat will start looking for you again soon, plus it's cold." You take his hand and head back through the cave towards the palace.

"I know Nat liked you already but I truly think you've won her over with the whole not letting me slack off thing." Bucky chuckles. The two of you walk back to the palace where Kate is waiting by the main entrance.

"Y/n, your majesty, you're back." She says, standing up.

"Hi Kate." You say to her.

"Hi Kate." Bucky smiles.

"Alright, you go find Natasha and Stevie." You tell him.

"Yes ma'am. I'll see you as soon as I'm done." Bucky says, kissing your cheek.

"No rush, my love." You smile at him.

"You guys are so cute wow." Kate gushes as the two of you walk back towards your room while Bucky heads the other way.

"Thank you Kate." You chuckle.

"What's it like dating the king? I mean, he's a pretty alright boss but he doesn't seem all that nice except for when he's around you. It's like there's two of him. The calm and cool king who runs everything and scares people with his stone face and then the totally whipped softy who would like probably give up his crown if you asked him to." Kate rambles.

"Kate." You laugh.

"Sorry- sorry it's just that, you know it's so interesting that he's so different with you."

"Do you expect your boss to be kissing you on the cheek Kate?" You chuckle.

"Well obviously not that but with how much he dotes on you it's curious that it doesn't show up really anywhere else. Like he reserves his softer side for just you."

"I wouldn't go that far. He's kind and fair to everyone I think, which is more than you can say for other rulers, but there's an expectation of kings, they're supposed to be somewhat unyielding and that can leave little room for softness." You shrug.

"Well yeah I guess that makes sense. Don't get me wrong he's a good boss. I've definitely had worse. I like that he's so nice to you. It shows that he has a softer side, even if he can't exemplify it professionally."

"I think what matters more than his kindness to me is his kindness to the people." You hum, entering your room with Kate behind you.

"Man I hope the king does marry you."

"Oh- thank you." You chuckle.

"I just mean that I think you'd make a really good queen. You complement him well and I think you'd have Andia's best interests in mind." She says.

"I appreciate your candor Kate." You muse.

"I know I have a tendency to talk more than I'm asked." She nods.

"I think it's nice. I'm sure it gets you into trouble but honestly walking through the halls and hearing no conversation most times is odd. James, Steve, Sam, and Natasha seem to be the only ones who like, talk often. None of the staff talks all that much."

"I think they're scared of saying the wrong thing and one of them hear." Kate tells you.

"I hadn't thought of that. I hope that changes if I stay here." You say.

"I hope so too. It's hard talking to people that do not engage. Like man you'd think they have no personality. That's not true though, some of them are super cool- but they're so scared to talk when they're not in the staff areas, like the kitchen."

"I know some of them are super cool, I make a point to talk to as many of them as I come across when I get the chance." You say. "Since you enjoy talking so much, why don't you tell me about yourself? Where are you from?" You ask her. Kate is quick to launch into stories about her home and growing up and you're happy to listen to her talk.

~*~*~

You pull open the doors to your room and step out to talk to the guards.

"Hey guys have either of you seen Izzy? I need to ask her something." You ask them.

"Oh she was on her way to you when she got a phone call- she went around the corner." One of the guards, Louis, tells you pointing in the direction she went.

"Thank you Lou." You nod heading down the hall to try and find her.

"You can't call me during the day like this it's too risky." You hear her hiss into her phone.

"I'm just trying to understand why there have been no updates." You faintly hear the voice of the other person.

"The ball was moved following her return a couple of weeks ago dad. No one felt like celebrating because she'd been missing for three days. It's rescheduled for the day after tomorrow so just chill. By the end of next week, King James will not be a problem." She says and you have to cover your mouth to stop from gasping. Izzy's the traitor?!

"You'd better make sure it happens." The other person warns.

"I'll try but she's never alone these days. Except when someone calls her about Monica. She's alright isn't she?"

"Of course she is, she's our bargaining chip. That's not your concern Isabel. Focus on what you have to do over there."

"I'm trying dad." She sighs.

"Do not let me down." You hear a beep signaling the end of the call and another drawn out sigh. You round the corner quickly to confront Izzy, grabbing her phone and looping your arm through hers. She gasps at your sudden presence and starts to stutter out something but you cut her off.

"We're going to go to my room and you're not going to cause a scene on the way there or I swear to you this will be your last day with all your appendages." You tell her calmly. She hardly breathes as you make the walk back to your room in silence.

"Lady y/n I-"

"Kate if you don't mind I need to discuss something with Izzy privately." You say. Kate, who had been sitting in a beanbag chair in your room, hurries to stand. “Stay close.” You add.

"Alright. I'll uh- I'll be around if you need anything. Just holler." She says before darting out of the room.

"You're a traitor." You say to Izzy.

"You don't understand-"

"No, I understand perfectly. You've been watching the king and subsequently me and giving information to the king of Weldon that he could use to his advantage. It makes perfect sense. I can't believe I didn't see it right away I mean I've been pouring over this since he mentioned it- the ball, how the hell did he know about the ball- we hadn't even made plans for it yet. But I told you as soon as I came back from lunch that day. How else would the kidnappers know when I would be alone in my room? Of course. it had to be you. I just- I can't believe this."

"I didn't want to y/n please, you have to believe me."

"Why would I believe anything out of your mouth?!" You scoff.

"The king of Weldon is my father." She rushes out.

"That doesn't help you-"

"He's my father, but I'm not- the queen wasn't my mother. He got my mother pregnant and for years he didn't even know I existed. I don't know when or how he found out but after the queen died he reached out to my mom saying he wanted to get to know me. My mother assumed he was genuine and hey I wanted to believe it too, after all, I was his only kid. But he sent me here. Told me my only use to him was helping him take down the king of Andia." She explains.

"And you just went along with it?"

"He threatened my mother! Told me if I didn't do as he asked he would have her exiled. She's lived in Weldon all her life, everything she knows is there I couldn't- I had to." Izzy's shoulders sink as she talks.

"Then who's watching you?" You frown.

"What?" She blinks at you.

"He's blackmailing you, as he is me. You're watching me but someone has to be watching you. If you're here by force there's no way he trusts you to work alone. Who else here is working for him?"

"I can't tell you." She shakes her head.

"You can if you want to live." You tell her.

"Y/n!" She gasps.

"Reasoning aside Izzy, you are still a traitor and if you refuse to give up the other people that pose threats to the kingdom I'll have no choice but to tell James you are guilty of treason."

"No- you can't." She breathes.

"Then tell me who else here is a Weldon spy."

"But my mother-"

"Your mother would be granted refuge here in Andia. Do what is right. Save yourself, save her so that I can save Monica and protect James." You tell her lowly. Izzy pauses for a long while before she lets out a sigh.

"Alright. I'll tell you." She relents.

***

Part 7/???

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[daresplaining]

"He killed my brother. He killed my Michael. How can I let him live?" Devil's Reign #6 by Chip Zdarsky, Marco Checchetto, Marcio Menyz, and Clayton Cowles

Okay, let's talk about it.

I will give this plot point two tiny slivers of credit:

I cried so hard that I had a headache for the rest of the day.

There is a kind of beautiful, tragic poetry in Mike fighting so hard for his personhood and autonomy, only to be killed by someone who thinks he is Matt.

For the purposes of this commentary, I am going to be taking this at face value and assuming that Mike is really, truly dead. I have reached the stage in my mourning where, against my better judgment, I've started to poke at the grey areas that suggest he might somehow have survived, but that's not what this post is about. I hope to look back at this in a few months and laugh about how gullible and sad I was, but I won't try to predict the future. I don't know if Mike is coming back, but I can talk about these panels and the plot points-- and lack thereof-- that led up to them. In any case, when you get right down to it, this issue isn't even about Mike. It's about Matt, and his grief over losing someone he could barely even bring himself to talk to.

The big question going into this issue, beyond whether Mike was actually dead, was how Matt would react. I have problems with the fact that this was even a question at all (more on that later), but based on the evidence presented between the 2020 Annual and now, I would not have been surprised if he'd just said "Well...I knew Mike's criminal lifestyle would catch up to him eventually." Furious? Oh, yeah. But not surprised. Given this low level of expectation, the sheer depth of Matt's grief was all the more gratifying, and all the more heart-shattering. His sorrow and pain aren't just acknowledged, they drive his actions in this climactic issue. Losing Mike can now be added to an exalted list of Daredevil plot lines-- Elektra's death, "Born Again"-- in which Matt is driven murderous with grief and rage. We're led to understand that if Elektra hadn't been there to stop him, he would have killed Fisk for killing Mike, and wow, that is awesome. It gives Mike huge lasting significance and shows with undeniable clarity how much Matt cared about his brother. As a Mike fan, that's all I've wanted this entire time, but getting it now, only after Mike is gone, just for the sake of making his death hurt, further emphasizes how much was withheld from us in the rest of the run.

I don't tend to read reviews, but I skimmed through a few for Devil's Reign #5 because I was curious to see how non-Mike nuts were reacting to that ending. One reviewer commented that his death wasn't surprising, since his character hadn't been going anywhere. And it hurts, but frankly, I agree. However, while the reviewer just left it at that, as a simple statement of fact, I am going to put the blame directly on the writing: the brand-new character of Real Boy Mike Murdock had a million exciting paths available to him. This writer made an active choice to not send him down any of them. I know I've been hard on Chip Zdarsky throughout his entire run. We fundamentally disagree on many Daredevil-related things, and I respect that and should probably stop griping about it. But this is an extra huge disappointment, because come on, it's Mike. This is a character who needed some narrative tender loving care, and I am frustrated that instead, his story was neglected to such a degree that death felt like the most logical end result.

I mentioned that I was giving this issue credit for making me feel things, and I am. It's about our hero processing the death of a family member, and that's always going to be powerful. But Mike, obviously, is unique in this sense. This is not a standard sibling relationship. It is a sibling relationship that exists in potentia. At the end of Daredevil #608, Matt accepted Mike as his new brother, and then in the 2020 Annual, Mike made it official by changing the past and cementing his history as Matt's real twin. The Annual gifted us with some wonderful scenes from their shared childhood, ending with their experience watching their father's last boxing match together. But beyond that? We have nothing. The Annual built a strong, beautiful foundation upon which this relationship could be established, which was then left empty. Matt's grief is brutal to see, yes, but it also feels hollow because it comes out of nowhere. This is the only time in the present-day new continuity that we see him show any affection at all toward Mike, and we don't know anything about their relationship at any point in time beyond that final flashback. Think about this: Matt and Mike barely interacted in this run; of these interactions, all of them were arguments; and-- this hurts most of all-- Matt never, not once, talked to Mike while out of costume, meaning that from Mike's perspective, he has not had a single interaction with his brother since he turned himself real.

I'm not just complaining because I'm personally invested in seeing these guys interact. This is a gap in the narrative that weakened the end of the story (if we take Mike's death to be the end). If you want to use a new character like Mike long-term and keep people interested in them, you need to give them room within the story to do things, and grow, and develop. If you want to kill them off to make their brother sad...you still need to do those exact same things, because otherwise you're just killing a cardboard cutout. We needed something, even if it was just for the sake of making this fridging feel somewhat earned. As readers, we can look at the minimal available evidence and assume that the twins are not close, sure, but even that is not explored. Why are they not close? What happened? How long has this been the case? What, actually, is their relationship? We get nothing, and it does a tremendous disservice to Mike's character, because he is so new that every piece of development matters. He is, in every respect, an incomplete person, and he stays that way in this run despite every opportunity to add depth, nuance, and emotion to his new existence.

The Annual was stunning, it centered Mike's emotional journey and gave him a past, but then he never got a present in this new reality. One gets the impression that this writer didn't know what to do with him beyond writing his backstory. Mike would show up for a few panels every couple of issues, react to whatever Butch was doing, and then disappear again. I think I can firmly say that plot-wise, this run would not have been any different if Mike hadn't been in it. And that would be fine (I guess...), but again, this is a brand new character, whose attachment to the protagonist is tenuous at best, who gets barely any panel-time, and who is then killed off for shock value-- which thus lacks the proper power for anyone who didn't come into this run already giving a damn. I cried because I'm a Mike fan who cares, not because this writer told a heartbreaking story about him.

Before this issue, I might have suggested that this writer just wasn't putting much thought into this relationship, but what kills me is that this issue proves that isn't true! The way he writes Matt here makes it obvious that he's thought about it. Matt is inconsolable. He did care about Mike, and of course he did, this is his brother! But again, given the uniquely amorphous nature of Mike and his situation, we can't assume anything. We have no recent frame of reference for these guys. With all of the obvious effort put into showing Matt's deep love for Mike in this issue, we couldn't get any prior on-panel exploration of it? Not even a tiny bit? I'm not even saying they needed to hug and make up in this run. Family can be complicated, as Matt knows better than anyone. I adore his awkward, sweet dynamic with Sister Maggie, which is a relationship largely defined by both physical and emotional absence, in which it has taken years for them to close the gap and build up to feeling like parent and child. I love that. It works. If Matt and Mike are estranged, that's fine and wonderful. That could have been their dynamic: not liking each other. If we want to dig into the subtle implications and lack of anything else in this run, we can look at Matt's grief here as being defined not only by love, but by regret at the fact that he kept putting off talking to Mike, that he didn't try to make amends, and that now it is too late. That could have been a beautiful tragedy. But even that is something that we, as readers, have to infer entirely on our own, because it is not in the writing. Mike was entirely absent from Matt's thoughts when not on-panel.

I've been thinking about what I would have preferred: this, or Mike not being in this run at all. It is still wild to me that his character even lasted this long, and I cherish every panel, but in many ways, if this is really the end, I think I would have preferred for him to be benched until a writer came along who was willing to use him to his full potential. I keep thinking about how Soule and Noto left things in Daredevil #612:

Matt (caption): "There was no moment of realization that I needed to use the time I had. No grand unmasking to Frank McGee and the others. No last, tragic night with Elektra. No battle against incredible odds with Daredevil triumphant. No emotional reunion with my brother, no redemption for him. No redemption for me." Daredevil vol. 5 #612 by Charles Soule, Phil Noto, and Clayton Cowles

There really wasn't, huh.

#Devil's Reign #Daredevil #Matt Murdock #Mike Murdock #Mike Murdockalypse #ID in alt text

[high-fructose-dreamscape]

Day 9

So I made it to work. I barely slept. I’m tired. I’m bitter. But I’ve been dealing.

I’ve been listening and reading on quantum of solace. A quantum of solace is the minimum amount of compassion, affection, decency, etc from a human necessary to continue the relationship. When the quantum reaches zero then the relationship falls a part.

Collectively I can see that my quantum has reached zero. My relationships have fallen apart but now I see by no sheer fault of my own. My friends are just not friends. They aren’t there. They distanced themselves despite claiming to be there.

I can’t rely on them when it comes to matters like this.

I don’t know what to do now. I don’t know where to go or to turn. The need still festers to end it but the cold reality that nobody is here helps in a way.

I will never achieve anything soecial or go anywhere amazing. I will never be the talk of the town and on any of my friends’ mind. I will not be know but them.

But I will have to push on. As a temporary memory.

For now I will postpone my date but continue my plan. I still lack the quantum of solace to get by but I can manage knowing that today right now is not how I plan to go.

Now I must continue work. I fucked up the fryer. I let the oil solidify in the bottom again.

I have to plan my next move with this momentum or I’ll be stuck again

Seems I forgot to post this part. Hmm. Well to fill out my day it seems like I was left mostly alone so I guess my mind isn’t fully healed.

After a long shift and some drinks I do have a bone to pick with the world:

I dotn think I have much respect for many people now. After trying so hard to fight a silent battle, I don’t know who I can trust in my time of need.

I think that’s why I’m weird with trust. I don’t ask for this but I know I’m used to my waves. But when I’m bad, I have nobody for days like this. Nobody is emotionally available for my bad days and for my okay days, they seem so disconnected.

I guess my friends give me the same vibes as my mom and dad. I think since nobody takes me emotionally seriously I just reset angrier every time.

I don’t like it. I don’t wanna reset. I hate this feeling of constantly starting over.

Fucking Scarlett messaged me. About her trying to win Eddie. I’m so over it. I can’t even hold a convo without her fan girling over him.

It’s gross.

I also realized that I just can’t talk to my friends. I can’t be me around any of these fuckers. From the girl I last slept with to the first friends I made, nobody is there.

It’s isolating.

When I told Eddie that I wanted to take the long nap and planned for it, he just said “it’s okay. “

Like that’s it? That’s what I am to you? You don’t get that I literally have an active plan to kill myself? Like I actively am pursuing the idea of ending my own life and that’s as serious as you take me?

I’m a fucking joke to you guys I swear. My bad days I get it are bad and I take them in stride. But like I can’t come to people with this shit.

God forbid I try to talk to kinga about shit. She has to always emotionally one up me. I’m not allowed to be sad with her. It’s the worse. I would never wish anything upon her but still fuck it.

And Brock. Fuck Brock. He’s so self absorbed that he doesn’t realize that he causes more pain than pleasure with his friends. He makes a competition out of nothing.

It’s so hard to just be me. Be allowed to feel my feelings and process. I just wanna nap, cuddle, watch tv and create memories. Occasionally fuck too.

But like everyone is so fucking annoying and stupid. I hate it.

Crackheads to potheads. Dickheads to shit heads. It’s all too much. I just want something simple. I just want somethings normal and comfortable.

I don’t want a big spectacle but I do want something real.

I just wanna feel like I am moving in a. Good direction. A bae to message me telling me I do a good job and she’s proud of me. A little minx demon to call me hers and occasionally give me compliments. Something to give me motivations.

I’m tired of these solitary goals. I’m tired of appeasing my own self. After being this way I can make anything happen, but for someone else I wanna give her the world.

Nights like this I wonder what I’m working for. I guess as someone who can do it all, a jack of all/ master of none, all I want is someone to call babe. Someone to call me hun and ask for the world.

…..

Another night I get stopped by the police.

I hate this part.

Someone matching my description. Someone like me. I’ve been stopped, frisked, and told to move on like nothing happened too many times. I know it’s profiling but I’m used to it. I never talk about it. We don’t talk about our struggles. But I’m tired of always biting my lip. But I’ll do it again. Because I don’t wanna cause a scene.

Only when I’m alone am I my freest. I spent so much of my night trying to cheer up Derek from his bullshit and later Scarlett that I swear I deserve a medal. I try so hard to be the perfect friend because honestly my word is all I have left to be remembered by. But really what does it matter?

I want to so badly search for the meaning of life at the bottom of a bottle. Maybe I will. But his damn I work hard to stay poor.

I’ll never feel good enough. And my problem is that I do want the validation to know did a good job. I work so very hard that I can’t tell if I’m always overclocked or not.

Enough bitching. I wish to be in my element. Sword fighting. Cooking. Playing tour guide. These are things I like.

I love being your movie trivia person.

I love being your history person

I love being your samurai

I love being your chef

I love being your manager

I love being your story time friend

I love being your haven

I love being your anime nerd

I love being your calm

I love being your niche vibe

I love being your first person to show a new world to

I love being there for my buddies.

I love being your plus one.

I love being your casual shoulder

I love being your cheerleader

I love being there.

I wish more people took advantage of my positives and key traits. I wish people didn’t write me off so easily. I wish I was given a fair chance. I’m not in my element. I can’t make the stars shine in the light. My speciality comes with a full moon of a certain color. I’m niche. I’m different. I take time and energy but cultivate me and I’ll bloom like a fucking Forest. I wish I found the pond that saw my potential.

Some times I feel like I wasted everything I’m worth in those around me. As for they caught glimpses of a me that could’ve been. Of a part me.

I rarely get to be the great carp do they sea.

It almost brings me to tears.

I know nobody will ever read this.

I know my feelings will go forever deaf. Nobody will text me “I miss you” or “are you okay.” I get it but it’s still hard to swallow as a pill.

I will never see my group worth. I will never feel accepted at this rate because I’m so.. me.

I can’t even say I hope I will be missed because I feel like it dishonors the me of now.

All I can do is try.

I will break down.

I will be used and forgotten.

I will cry.

I will try to die.

I will hopefully fail.

So I hope I rest and try.

I will never get used to this sad cycle. I’m sorry.

I hope to one day, as toxic or not, be accepted as a good person.

This is why I don’t want anyone to know if I ever kill myself.

I don’t want to make a spectacle because I don’t want to do it for shock.

I don’t want to make a scene.

I want it to be a mental understanding. I want anyone to know that I did this because j chose It.

I know what I plan to do thought.

It’s gonna be rough but I have the plan. Im drunk enough to say:

Im gonna plot my headphones in, time myself down and suffocate myself.

It’s gonna be a day where nobody can save me. Which is easy because people take forever ti message me and everyone is too busy or away when I’m at my lowest.

I’m gonna do it away from everyone. Gonna hide all my trackers too.

Maybe when I so it people will stop thinking I’m shit. Maybe that’s what it takes to be taken seriously. Maybe then I’ll have the last say.

Maybe.

Or maybe I’ll just be another log on the fire.

It doesn’t matter. As long as I have a plan I can always leave. So maybe I wasn’t for to be around. Maybe I wasn’t actually meant to catch vibes. Or maybe I was just a stepping stone for those around me.

It’s hard to deny the call to the void. I don’t know if I’m just temporary or not. Usually I can hear a goal or purpose but for me, like this, I just hear the wind loudly.

As you see I’m still me. Craving hugs in a more subtle way.

I just don’t get it anymore. I don’t know what to do. I’m not enjoying anything and I’m just gonna avoid everyone until some thing breaks.

I can’t let them see me crack. I gotta be strong. I gotta try.

[finelinevogue]

What if a security guard wouldn’t let you back in the arena if you went out to get something. And they didn’t believe that you were harrys gf and just thought you were a crazy fan

oooh it’s been done before but here’s my version!! ;

You were running late.

It was already 7pm and you were only getting out of your car in the car park. Harry was due to be on stage in an hour and you hadn’t even seen him yet. The traffic around Dallas today has been awful. Chocker block. You’d been with Harry all day, up until 3 hours ago when he had to leave the hotel to come to the stadium for rehearsals. Normally you’d go with him, but you were so tired that you wanted a little nap before coming. The problem here was you overslept.

There were no Ubers available and a taxi would be far too expensive at this time, so you drive in Harrys car instead. You’d been following Harry on tour in his car, so when you get to different destinations you can go out on ball day trips if you want to without the obscenity of a huge tour bus or paying for Ubers everywhere. It was the main reason you were so tired though, travelling across country and into different time zones. It would be so much easier if this was the UK.

You grabbed your purse and your jacket, locking the car as you got out and started running for the backstage entrance. It was easy to make it there and you noticed security guards already standing there.

“Hi!” You smiled, slightly short of breathe. You were about to move past them when one of them shoved your shoulder back, making you stumble back unbalanced. “Wha—”

“ID and backstage pass to get through here.” One of them said, looking you up and down as if you were nothing.

If anything, you were quite shocked on how they just treated and continued to treat you. Normally, Harry would show a picture of you to these backstage security guards to make sure you’d be able to get in no problem, but it seemed like today Harry might’ve forgotten to show that photo. This was going to be a problem for you, because you’d forgotten to bring your backstage pass.

“I normally just go through? I’m Harry’s girlfriend.” You tried talking your way around the situation, not appreciating behind held up so close to show-time.

“Oh you’re Harry’s girlfriend? You must be the 7th one we’ve met tonight.” The security guy laughed and so did his friend, making your blood boil with how annoying they were being. Harry would be so pissed if he heard the way they were treating you.

“No but I actually am.”

“Then, ID and backstage passes.” One of then held out his hand whilst the other crossed his arms over his chest to make him look intimidating. Dickheads.

“I have ID just not the backstage passes.” You answered honestly, holding out your ID for them to check. They collected it and asked you questions on it, you answering them all perfectly.

“Well you definitely know you, but you have no proof you’re supposed to be where you claim to be.” They handed you back your ID and you huffed in stress.

“Well what can I show you? Photos of me and Harry together? Text messages?” You waved your arms around, getting really pissed off that this was actually happening. You’d probably miss Jenny’s whole set because of this and then 15 minutes before show-time Harry gets transported under the stage. So you only really would have half and hour with him, and that’s just not enough time. You wanted a safe and warm hug off him. You wanted a kiss. You just wanted him.

“Everyone knows they can be photoshopped.” One of the guys scoffs at your notion.

“Listen. You either show us your backstage pass or we’ll escort you off site.” The other one says a lot more firmer this time. It made you quite anxious for what you’d do if they did that - or maybe when they did that.

“Well I don’t have the backstage passes.” You sighed, rolling your eyes at the way this was going to end.

“Then let’s go.” One of them pointed to where you came from and to the car park, stepping forwards as he did so.

“I’m not leaving until you let me through those doors. My boyfriend is waiting for me.” You answered, taking a step back in stress of what they might do.

“Harry ain’t your boyfriend. Now let’s go!” They stepped forwards again and reached for you.

You swung your bag at one of them, hitting him in his side and he grunted because of the impact of your water bottle with his chest. The other one grabbed your arm and you couldn’t shake him, since you were not trained in any way for situations like this at all. His fingers dig into your skin and it made you scream out a cry, trying to kick him in any way to escape. The other one recovered ever ordered the guy holding you to escort you away whilst he stayed and guarded the door. The one holding you tugged your arms behind your body and held them tight there, it really fucking hurting. He didn’t care though and continued to walk you, asking you where your car was so he could get you out of here.

Once you reached your car he let you go and you wrapped your arms around you as he walked away again, not verbally saying anything but his eyes saying enough. Stay away. You shakily got your keys out of your bags and unlocked your door, climbing in and just sitting there. You could feel your hands really shaky and achy. Looking down with tear clouded eyes, you saw the red marks over your arms and slight bruising already. Your arms and shoulders hurt from being bent in an uncomfortable position.

You cared less about the pain though and how much of a disappointment of a girlfriend you were going to be to Harry. He was going to think either the worst for you or the worst of you. You reached in your bag on your lap for your phone, throwing your bag on the seat next to you afterwards. You wiped your eyes with the sleeve of your t-shirt and unlocked your phone to text messages, sending Harry a quick text.

To Harry: Are you free to call? x

No response. You sat there for a few minutes in silence, still shook up and teary. That had been a really awful situation to be in and you hated that you were nowhere near Harry to fix it. Your phone vibrated 3 minutes later, finding a text message from Harry. You sighed and felt safe when you saw his icon light up your notifications, knowing he was in contact with you.

From Harry: Of course, you okay? xx

You didn’t open your phone because you didn’t know how to respond. How do you tell him you’re not okay, only 20 minutes before he’s meant to be ready to go on stage? You didn’t want to worry him, but you also didn’t want him thinking you were a terrible girlfriend either.

Another vibration.

From Harry: Lovie? xx

Your eyes watered at that simple word, meaning so much more to you than five letters. It made you feel so much comfort, you only wished you could get that hug and a kiss now.

Again.

From Harry: Love, you’re worrying me now.

From Harry: Let me face-time you, hang on.

His icon lit up the screen; Incoming…

You shakily accepted, wiping your eyes quickly before. When he answered you could tell he was still in his dressing room, sat on the sofa that you wish you were also sat on with him. He looked so beautiful. His hair was perfectly styled and he was wearing a pearl coloured silk shirt and you knew he was wearing white silk pants to co-ordinate. You thought he looked ethereal. A glowing beacon of hope and beauty.

He didn’t say anything to you at first and you nothing to him. He just looked at you and instantly knew something bad was up. He kept eye contact with you and it was as if he was having a telepathic conversation with you, understanding that you needed him and just him.

“Hey, Mitch man?” Harry asked, turning his head to somewhere else in the room. “Could y’just give me a minute. Please.”

“Sure, sure.” Mitch answered and all you could hear was the sound of shuffling and the door shut. As soon as he was gone you started crying all over again. You cupped your hand over your eyes and your body shook as you just cried. Harrys heart broke that you were alone and he couldn’t hug you close to his chest.

“Y/N, baby. Look at me.” He asked urgently and you just shook your head, embarrassed that this was happening to you. “You’ll be alright lovie, I promise. Just look at me, beautiful.” You moved your hand away from your face and wiped your eyes and nose to try and make you look slightly better - not that it helped. “There’s my pretty girl.”

You smiled. He smiled.

“I-i’m so-rry H.” You whispered, sniffling in between words because of how shaky you felt.

“Hey, no. None of that. It’ll be okay.” He reassured you, keeping eye contact with you to try and decipher what was wrong. “Where are you, lovie? You’re in the car, yeah?” Harry asked, recognising your surroundings but you could get anywhere. You could have been in an accident for all he knew, but he was remaining calm so he didn’t send you into a panic.

“Yeah. In the stadium car park.” You saw Harrys eyes momentarily light up at that, before he remembered that you weren’t okay.

“Okay. Tell me why you’re upset, love. Help me understand.” He sounded urgent, just wanting to know so he could help you out. He wanted you to be okay. He wanted you with him.

“The security guards wouldn’t let me in, backstage I mean. I didn’t have my backstage pass. But..” You choked on a sob and Harry told you to just breathe. You were okay. “One of them g-grabbed me and escorted m-me of sight.”

“Baby, are you hurt? Is that why you’re upset?” Harry asked, standing up now in panic. His face looked angry, but you could tell he was trying his best to be a comfort for you. “Y/N?”

“Y-yes. Yes Harry, yes.” You voice wobbled out and you let out an exasperated sob. “I’m s-sor—”

“No don’t you dare. Don’t apologise for this. Not ever. You understand me?” He made very clear he wasn’t messing around.

“Yes.” You nodded.

“Alright. Now, you gotta be strong for me okay?” He asked, before asking, still checking that you were okay. He knew you would be though, because you were his bravest girl ever - stronger than you knew.

“Okay.”

“You’re going to make your way back to the backstage entrance, alright? I am going to be there, before you get there. Those security guards won’t be there I promise. You’ll be okay. Can you do that for me?” He asked, moving around the room and then out of the door. He was walking down the corridors, ignoring the people shouting his name. He was only focused on you.

“Yes. Okay.” You nodded, wiping under your nose again.

“I love you.” He kissed the camera of his phone, looking like he was kissing you instead.

You returned the gesture, kissing him virtually back. “I love you.”

He told you that it’d be alright and then ended the call, explaining how you didn’t need to hear him get angry when he found these security guards. They would be fired even if they weren’t on his tour crew, he’d make sure of it. You made your way back to the backstage entrance again, slowing down before you rounded the corner. Taking a deep breathe you walked around and were met with exactly what Harry promised; him.

You smiled and broke out into a run to get to him, your bag weighing on your shoulder. Once you reached him your bag was thrown on the floor in front of him and you jumped into his arms. He lifted you up to sit you around his waist, keeping his arms tight around your waist and squeezing the biggest hug out of you. Your arms tightened around your boyfriends neck and you buried your face into his neck, and god he smelt like everything homely and sweet. He felt just like home.

“See, you’re alright now lovie.” He assured you, kissing your cheek that wasn’t quite buried into his neck.

“Th-ank you.” You muttered, kissing his neck in appreciation which made him hum in delight. He tasted so hot and lush. He was insatiable. You then felt him start kissing your arms, where the harsh red and purple marks were.

“Sorry y’had to go through this.” He kept kissing your arms, until you moved your head up and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.

“If I can’t say sorry, then neither can you.” You shook your head, kissing his nose softly. You watched his eyes flutter close and felt so special that only you could do that to him.

“You’re so amazing Y/N. Truly.”

“You’re pretty special too, my love.”

He didn’t need to hear anything else from you, those words were enough, so he pressed his lips to yours softly, filling you with the love you’d been waiting to feel all day. You smiled into the kiss and he just felt so amazing. He was so soft and gentle with you - as smooth as the silk that dressed his body. He was so pretty to watch melt away under your spell and delicious tasting. Strawberries, was that?

He was everywhere. He was everything. He always would be.

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[mypoisonedvine]

peaches & cream || soft!dark Jake Wyler x reader

for @stargazingfangirl18​'s 5k challenge! I used the prompt, "the town golden boy isn’t as sweet as everyone thinks."

word count: 3.6k

warnings: smut (noncon), stalking/obsession, some degradation/negging (but lots of praise during the actual smut), kinda yandere vibes?, touch of breeding kink at the end, definitely flirting with the boundary between soft!dark and regular dark but I like to think it’s a fine line

“Sorry, but that’s a seasonal flavor,” the girl at the counter explained in a snarky monotone.

“Well, yeah, but isn’t it still… the season?” you pressed; normally you weren’t the sort of person to argue with a cashier over a milkshake, but the look she was giving you made you feel like she was holding out on you— especially when the promotional poster for the very thing you were trying to order was just behind her head, and said the flavor was available for two more days.

“We’re out,” she answered firmly, but then her face suddenly shifted to a much more pleasant expression as you heard the chime of the front door opening behind you.  

You felt his body hovering behind yours just as his hand laid on the counter beside you, caging you in.  It was even more unsettling with the context that there was a whole line of people waiting behind you already.

“I’ll get your usual,” the girl promised to the man beside with a flirtatious smile as she disappeared to the back, returning almost instantly with a shake in her extended hand.  “Peaches and cream milkshake— extra whipped cream, no cherry.  Enjoy!”

Your eyes widened at the reading of your own order.  “I thought you were out!” you protested, going completely ignored.

"If you were my girl, this sort of thing wouldn't need to happen."

You recoiled from Jake's voice in your ear, and he smiled in spite of your snarl, bringing the straw to his lips slowly.  With a shudder you walked away, deciding it was probably better to forgo a milkshake anyways— especially if it was a chance to avoid everyone’s favorite senior, the football king who basically owned the whole town for no other reason than being good-looking, athletic, and allegedly “charming” or whatever.

Of course, he followed you, sitting across from you in a booth and silently shooing his posse of fellow teammates to go off and give you two some space.  If only he would give you space.

“We can share,” he offered as he held the milkshake out towards you.  “I know it’s your favorite… it’s mine too.”

“I’ve lost my appetite,” you explained quickly as you pulled a book out of your backpack, intent on ignoring him since you couldn’t physically force him to leave.

He shrugged and returned to sucking on the straw, watching you unwaveringly as you tried to read your book— staring at the page was going well, but you couldn’t seem to actually get any words down.  Had you forgotten English as a written language or something?

“Could you leave?” you finally asked as you groaned and looked up from your book.  “You’re distracting me.”

“I’m literally just sitting here,” he reminded you.

“And it’s distracting!”

He smirked proudly.  “My presence tends to have that effect on people.  Nothing to be embarrassed about.”

You rolled your eyes, burying your face back in your book.  “You know, you may have everybody else fooled, but someday you’re gonna have to leave this pathetic little town and go into the real world where throwing a ball isn’t a career and nobody fawns over you just because you have the audacity to be attractive.”

He chuckled lightly.  “Right, because you have those big city dreams of yours, but believe it or not some of us like this ‘pathetic’ little town.”

“Well, of course you would,” you snorted.  “Your dad’s the mayor and your girlfriend’s the head cheerleader.”

“My ex-girlfriend,” he corrected, finally getting your attention enough to make you shut your book.

“What?” you blurted out.

“Yeah, she dumped me,” he explained plainly.

“Why would she do that?” you asked, making him look much too proud of himself again.  “Finally snapped out of the brainwashing, huh?” you added, effectively killing his smug expression.

“I guess you could say that.  She met some college guy from out of town… I think her parents liked me too much, she needed a bit more rebellion.”

“Well, my condolences to you,” you smiled, “and my congratulations to her.”

“I thought you hated her,” he scoffed.

“Well, now she and I have something in common: a complete lack of interest in you!”

“I mean, I wouldn’t go that far,” he smirked, “she still comes over every now and again to suck my cock.”

You choked on nothing, face getting warm at his crude language.  He didn’t talk like that with anyone else; it was so cruel the way he kept everybody in town under his spell except you, the way he let you in on his real darkness with no one else to confide in or believe you.  

It was so fundamentally lonely, being the one person who wasn’t in love with Jake Wyler.  It was even worse being the one person Jake Wyler loved.

At least, that was the word he used multiple times in his semi-anonymous letters, his incessant calls and emails, his speeches outside your window.  He’d actually cooled off lately, you wondered if maybe he had finally let go of this ‘the one thing I can’t have’ obsession and learned to appreciate his girlfriend (who, for all her personality flaws, was objectively gorgeous, and seemed to at least be nice to him if nobody else).

But now that she left him (which you were still trying to process, honestly), you were surprised he hadn’t already moved on to the next best wannabe model and/or reinstated his campaign to win you over.

Then again, the look in his eye kind of made you think you were about to witness the second one.

“You know, when she does come over, I can only ever finish because I’m thinking about you,” he revealed in a low voice.  You grimaced and slid out of the booth, stuffing your book into your bag and barely managing to throw him a goodbye before you dashed out.  

It wasn’t like you really thought you could get away from him— he had made it clear over and over that you couldn’t— but the idea of being crammed in that booth with him, surrounded throughout the diner by his adoring fans who somehow didn’t manage to overhear him when he said those awful things, made you feel nauseous.

What you should’ve considered was that, fans or not, those people were witnesses, and now that you were running out into the dark streets of the town and he was chasing after you, you didn’t have any.  It was just you and him, and when you turned into an alleyway to try to get home faster, even the dim glow of the streetlights couldn’t see you anymore.

“Hey,” he stopped you with a tight grip on your arm, pulling you back into him.

“Let me go!” you whined, trying to tug yourself away but only ensuring that his hand would leave a bruise on your arm.  

“I will when you just hear me out, okay?” he hissed, spinning you around to look up at him.  "Why don't you just give me a chance?  Don't you wanna be popular?" 

"I don't want to be anything that requires being within ten yards of you!" you spat.

He seemed bewildered, but you knew he wasn’t actually that stupid.  "Why?"

"Because you know why!"

He sighed, slumping his shoulders a little.  "Are we still on that, really?  I told you, you should take it as a compliment.  You know how many girls would kill to catch me jerking off in their panties?"

"You're sick, Jake,” you sighed, “and you're really good at hiding it from everyone else but I know what you really are.  You told me you needed help with algebra and I actually believed you, for months you were lying to me to get close so you could perv on me when you already had a girlfriend and two side chicks anyways— god, Jake, you're crazy!"

You yelped when he pinned you to the wall, blue eyes darker than ever.  "I really, really hate that word."

Against the wall, your back straightened as you felt the tone shift completely for a moment before he was back to his jovial self again, giving you a somber but almost-genuine smile.

“The only kind of crazy I am is crazy about you,” he defended with a laugh, leaning in a little closer.  “Why can’t you see that?”

As his eyes moved from your own to your lips, a renewed sense of fear shot through you.  “Jake…” you mumbled, apparently your feeble attempt to ask him to stop.

“Just one kiss,” he bargained, “and then I’ll let you go.  Okay?  That’s all I need.”

“N-no,” you whimpered, turning your head away as he leaned in even further.  “Stop.”

“Come on, it’s just a kiss, baby,” he cooed.  “Then you can leave.  Hey, you might actually like it.  You know, I think that’s what you’re really scared about… and I get it!  When I first realized I was in love with you, it was scary for me, too— I mean, I’m the most important guy in town and you’re just some bookworm, it’s sort of social suicide for me so I had a lot to worry about.”

There he went with his negging again, trying to bring you down to his level.  Your brain knew that, it saw right through it, but your gut still sank with doubt.

“But I know now that love is nothing to be afraid of,” he concluded.

“No, Jake,” you whispered, feeling tears well in your eyes, “I’m afraid that you’ll hurt me if I don’t do what you want.”

“Well, that is something to be afraid of,” he replied with the coldest laugh you’d ever heard; you didn’t hear any agreement, but the lack of denial was deafening.  “So just be my good girl and let me kiss you…”

You swallowed dryly, your eyes wide open and searching for anywhere to look but up at him.

He was so close now that his lips brushed against yours with his command: “say it.”

You stammered over your breath, not sure exactly what he was asking for, and you winced as you felt his grip tighten on your arms.

“Say, ‘kiss me’,” he clarified in a harsh whisper.  “Say, ‘please’...”

“Please,” you repeated awkwardly, hearing it in your voice but so clearly not your own words, “kiss me.”

He let his mouth intertwine with yours and your eyes were still wide open as he let his own fall shut, moving his hands to clutch your face gently instead as you gave a weak effort to kiss him back.

Objectively, he was good at this.  A lot of things were objectively true about Jake: as much as you forced yourself not to see it, he was handsome; as much as it didn’t really matter to you, a boycotter of all things sports, he was talented; and, as much as no one else realized it, he was completely deranged.  For every word of kindness from him there was another of anger.  For every love letter in your locker, there was a threat left scrawled on crumpled paper inside your bedroom, just so he could remind you that your parents would let him into the house if he asked and never question it.

Which was why it was extremely important that you did not enjoy this kiss.  You needed to hate the way his fingers traced over the pulse in your neck, the way his tongue tickled yours, the way his teeth just barely grazed your lip until your knees went a little weak.  

But wow, there was something primally satisfying about melting into his arms, feeling his strength support you like it was nothing when he held your waist and pulled you closer.

You could almost forget that it was him.  But then he mumbled your name into the kiss, nearly moaned it in fact, and it pulled you back to reality.  With a gasp, you pushed him away and blinked your eyes open, not even realizing you’d closed them; hating how quickly you’d started to give in to him.

“There, one kiss,” you mumbled, wiping your mouth with the back of your sleeve.  “I’m gonna go home now—”

“You can’t be serious,” he laughed incredulously.  “You’re gonna kiss me like that and tell me you don’t feel this, too?  We’re so meant for each other— we even order the same milkshake!”

“That doesn’t matter!” you denied.

“I love you!”

“That doesn’t matter either!”

You turned to leave but he grabbed you again from behind, covering your mouth with his hand when you opened your mouth to scream.  “Don’t fucking talk to me like that,” he hissed in your ear, “and don’t walk away from me.”

Fighting against his grip did nothing but exhaust you: he only needed one arm to hold you back as he dragged you deeper into the alley.  Your legs swung wildly and landed a kick to his shin, and he plugged your nose while he was covering your mouth so you couldn’t breathe.

“Listen to me, you stuck up little bitch,” he growled.  “I’m really sick of this ‘hard to get’ act.  I know you want me.  So shut up and let me show you what you’ve been missing out on, okay?  You gonna be good?”

In that moment, you would’ve agreed to anything for a chance to fill your lungs with fresh air, and so you nodded, the back of your head rubbing against his chest.

“You gonna be nice and quiet so nobody catches you getting fucked like a whore in this alley?”

Another nod, more feverish than the last, ended with a sharp inhale as he let go of your nose.  But he was still covering your mouth, his arm around you now feeling less like restraint and more like an embrace.

"I've wanted you for so long, you can't even imagine," he explained softly as he leaned down and kissed your neck, gripping your waist tighter.  "You and this perfect body of yours.  This smart little head that thinks too much…"

You swallowed dryly as his hand trailed lower.

"This pussy you've been hiding from me for much too long," he added darkly, roughly shoving his hand up your skirt.

You whined behind his hand but he didn’t seem to care; he pulled your skirt up and grinned at the sight of your panties— because he recognized them.

“I remember these,” he purred.  “They look good on you, baby, but they looked better covered in my come.”

Your cheeks burned with shame— you already hated yourself for still wearing the pair he’d tampered with, but it was harmless after a few runs through the washer, right?  You weren’t going to stop wearing your favorite panties just for him, that would mean he won, in a sense; or, that’s what you told yourself to justify not burning them.

“Don’t worry, they’re gonna be soaked by the time I’m done with you,” he purred, slipping two fingers between your legs and growling slightly.  “Well, actually, you’ve already done a lot of the work for me.”

He pulled the fabric aside and explored your pussy instead, tightening his grip over your mouth as you made little muffled yelps.  The rough pads of his fingers found and targeted your clit instantly, that megawatt smile pressed against your ear as he started to rub your bud harder.

“Mm, feels good, huh?” he taunted, moving even faster as your hips jolted unintentionally.  He stopped only to bring the fingers to his lips, humming at the taste of you which he sucked off of them.  “So sweet, babygirl— better than any peaches and cream milkshake, that’s for sure.”

The wet fingers trailed down your body again, finding your entrance that he suddenly pushed into; it was a little too much without any warning and it made your eyes shoot wide open, a squeak barely escaping your throat.

"Just as tight as I imagined, baby,” he sighed, “all those times I used your panties, or hooked up with somebody who almost looked like you from behind.  You’re gonna feel so good on my cock, I know you want it so bad.”

He took his fingers out of you to reach back and open his belt with one hand, the sound of the buckle matched in upsettingness only by the sound of his jeans sliding down to his thighs.

You heard your own breath loud and heavy against his hand as you felt his hard cock press against your thigh, a drop of precum smearing on your skin.  Your breathing halted suddenly, though, when he slid himself between your legs to rub his cock over your exposed and swollen pussy.

“Oh, babygirl, you really are too good to me,” he grinned, kissing your ear tenderly.  “So fucking wet and ready for me, huh?  You need it that bad?  You’re gonna get it, baby, ‘m gonna give it to you so good…”

Bracing yourself as best you could, you felt the head of his cock push against your entrance before he slammed in all at once, making you hiss in pain.

“Oh god,” he groaned, “fuck, you’re so warm…”

Already he was fucking into you roughly, pumping faster and deeper, paying no mind to your choked sobs of pain from the wide stretch.  Even when it stung it felt oddly good, and the underside of his cock seemed to slide perfectly over your g-spot with each movement until your eyes began to roll back in your head.

“So fucking good,” he moaned hoarsely as he braced you against the brick wall for leverage, reaching back down with his free hand to rub your clit again.  He chuckled when your legs quivered, and he must have felt your walls tighten around him, too.  “I wanna hear those pretty moans, baby, if I take my hand away are you gonna be good?” he asked darkly.  You nodded, enjoying the brief feeling of freedom that came from not having his hand over your mouth anymore.  But then again, it was humiliating that now he could hear your panting breaths, your desperate mewls that you failed to swallow down.

He made a sound that was almost like a laugh as he watched you squirm in his arms, one more way he had to lord this all over you, as if forcing you to take him in an alley wasn’t enough on its own.

His breath against your ear was hot and strained, each meeting of your hips to his accentuated with a little grunt from him.  It didn’t help at all that his fingers were rubbing you just right, with so much skill that you wondered if he’d somehow figured out how you touched yourself when you needed to get off.  Honestly, you wouldn’t put it past him to have spied on you before, even if you couldn’t figure out when or how.

The hand that used to cover your mouth slid up under your shirt and pulled your bra down, a large, rough hand groping each breast and pinching your nipples until you bit down on your lip to stay quiet.  For all the mocking and teasing he’d done before, he was pretty direct now— like he was trying to make you come as fast as possible, overloading your body with sensation.  

And did he have to be so fucking good at it?

“I know you’re close, babygirl,” he whispered in your ear, “just let go…”

“Jake, please,” you sobbed, too far gone to appreciate that no begging would make him stop now.

“Come for me,” he demanded roughly, fucking you even faster as he sucked a mark onto your neck, and finally it all came crashing down with a choked-out cry of his name and a gush of warmth dripping out around his length.

“Ohh fuck, there you go, fuck it feels good when you come for me,” he grunted, thrusting even faster.  “You’re gonna milk my cock with that pretty pussy, babygirl— you’re gonna make me come…”

“J-Jake, not inside!” you interjected, getting his hand back over your mouth in return.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he soothed, “waited too long for this to pull out now.  Feels too fucking good.”

Behind his hand, the difference between whines of hatred and moans of pleasure was irritatingly subtle.

“I love you,” he reminded you in a voice exhausted yet heavy with desire, “so fucking much…”

A few more erratic, brutal thrusts accompanied by heavy pants and he was gone; you could feel his cock pulsing with each rope of come that filled you, so deep that your head fell dejectedly with the realization you had no hope of washing it out now.

His hand fell from your mouth but he didn’t pull out for another few moments as he caught his breath, gently peppering your neck and cheek in slow kisses.  “Baby,” he finally sighed, breaking the crushing silence, “you’re so fucking perfect.  I knew you were made for me.”

I hate you, you wanted to cry out, but words escaped you as he hugged you tightly and pulled your panties back into place, soaking them with his come as it leaked out of you just like he’d promised.  He stuffed his cock back into his jeans and helped you adjust your clothes back to looking almost presentable, finishing it off by turning you around and smiling at you with serene pride before kissing your forehead.

"You're gonna make such a beautiful prom queen," he cooed, “especially if you’ve already got a nice little bump showing…”

His hand rubbed beneath your belly button for emphasis, making you whimper and force your eyes shut as tears rolled down your cheeks.

"Shh, don’t cry, baby,” he soothed, kissing your cheek softly.  “Trust me, you're gonna love being my girl."

#siris5ksoftdarkchallenge #dark!jake wyler x reader #idek how to tag this nobody's looking for jake wyler fics lmao

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NSFW Alphabet || Katsuki Bakugou

I had so much fun with this! Vodka may or may not have been involved in the making of this little ditty. 🍸 I hope you shameless hussies enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. 😩

*Exhibit A:

(Source)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I feel like he gets clingy asf, but plays it off like it's something he's doing for your sake. He'll probably never admit that he feels so vulnerable after sex, but he does. If it was a rough session - which it usually is with him - he'll ask if you're okay, if you're hurt anywhere, kiss any marks he left on you - he's such a protective hero boi.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: he's not gonna lie, he's fully aware of how well-endowed he is. He really is proud of his cock, the way it makes you sing when he works it - and he knows how to work it okay? Favorite non-sexual body part - his arms. He works hard to keep them cut (as in lifting, not cutting). 😬

Yours: listen, Katsuki is an ass man through and through. Go ahead and tell me I'm wrong, I'm 👏🏼 not 👏🏼 listening 👏🏼. He loves to watch the subtle ripples he sends through your ass cheeks when he's driving into you from behind. Also, our big scary boomboom man appreciates a nice, thicc pair of thighs. Bonus points if they're muscular/toned - he loves the way it feels when your thighs have such a strong grip around him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Let's just say our boy's orgasms are explosive. He cums hard and loud, shooting long ropes of his hot seed. Consistency is about average, not too thick, not to thin, but there's a lot of it. He doesn't taste too bad - salty, but not too bitter. You're more likely to gag from the sheer volume and force of his cum hitting the back of your throat than the flavor.

His precum gets honorable mention here. It's fucking delicious. That is all.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It took him no less than 2 years into your relationship to tell you this, and if you ever tell anyone he might actually kill you, or at the very least make your ass bleed. He hasn't gotten to the point that he's ready to try it yet, but he's not entirely opposed to the idea of you pegging him. Someday. It kinda does make his balls tingle a little just thinking about it tbh. He hasn't yet, but he thinks he might be ready to try working up to it and is really close to asking you to stick a finger in his ass and stroke his prostate. He's heard how good it feels and he's super curious to find out for himself.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not very experienced, actually. He's only had 1 or 2 lovers before you, BUT he's determined to be #1 at everything. Couple that with how perceptive he is and you've got yourself a winner of a loverboy. He's going to make damn sure that, even if things don't work out between you two, he will always ALWAYS be the best you've ever had. No other man will outdo him, E-V-E-R.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggystyle all the way, baby. As stated before, he loves watching your booty jiggle every time he slams his hips against it. He gets off on spreading your ass cheeks to watch his slick-coated cock slide in and out of you. God he just loves hitting it from behind, makes his dick so fucking hard.

Bonus 2nd Favorite Position (couldn't help myself): you on your back with your ankles on his shoulders, your ass lifted off the bed, him on his knees and hugging those thick thighs of yours, keeping them closed as he reams into you. (Slight variation of this one: he leans over you, nearly folding you in half, putting you back on your shoulders with his hands pressing into the mattress beside you, angling you such that his prominent corona rubs over your g-spot as he drills down into you. 10/10 you're gonna scream his name when (not if) your liquid gushes all over him.)

Tell me the truth, am I a disgusting human being? Here are all the fucks I give:

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Bakugou is serious asf about his sex game. This is not the time to joke around or poke fun at him, understand me? If you do he will get pissed and either fuck the silly out of you, or if he's feeling particularly ruthless he'll just stop altogether and let you ache for him as punishment until you beg him for release.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He takes care of his body, paying a lot of attention to his hygiene, which includes manscaping to keep his pubic hair trimmed and kempt. The carpet's just a shade darker than the drapes, like a honey blond. If he lets it grow out, it sticks straight out just like his head hair. It's actually kind of funny and he hates it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

*sigh* Let's be honest. Katsuki is not the super romantic type, at least not outwardly. However, if he realizes something he's doing is hurting you - physically or emotionally - he's going to stop dead in his tracks and hold you close, push his fingers through your hair, and tell you how much he loves you and how safe you are. He can be rough and he can be an asshole, but if he thinks he's genuinely hurt you at all, he's all over you, doing everything he can to make you understand that he will never let anyone hurt you, especially not himself. Got that?

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't jack off very often. You two share a very active sex life so he doesn't see the need to. If you have to be apart for more than a day or two, he'll rub one out. Or if the need hits him particularly hard and you're not available or in the mood, he's not above closing his eyes and reaching into his pants to wrap his thick fingers around his cock and start tugging.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Lord Baby Jesus, where do I even begin? Kinky, kinky Katsuki. This man should come with warning signs and disclaimers.

First of all, he dom asf okay? Even if he lets you play with his ass someday, he's gonna be bratty about it. He's going to top from the bottom, hashtag facts. And trust that he WILL own you afterwards to securely reestablish his dominance.

Giving and Receiving: Hair pulling. DIRTY TALK - you think he's got a potty mouth in the streets? His mouth is downright filthy between the sheets. Loves it when you dirty talk right back to him. "You love taking my fat cock, don't you princess?" "Mm yessss, fuck me, Katsuki! Your cock feels so fucking good babyyy!" He eats that shit up.

Giving Only: Degradation. Praise. Spanking. Cockwarming. Dom/sub/power play. Shibari/ropework (he tried it bc you wanted to and he fucking loved it). Creampies. Begging. Discipline. Ravishment.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Literally anywhere inside your home/homes - bed, bathroom/kitchen countertops, kitchen/dining table, office desk/chair, any piece furniture is fair game really, up against a wall, washer/dryer, the fucking floor, ugh just all the places to fuck. Not one square foot is sacred tbh.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Wear something that showcases the curve of your butt. Doesn't have to be revealing per se, matter of fact he'll get possessive as fuck if you're showing too much skin in public. At home/privately though? He can't help himself. Dat ass tho...he is going to smack it hard enough that it stings and that's final, understand?

Tease him. You can't be obvious about it though. If he senses that you're doing it on purpose, it'll just backfire. But if you just so happen to brush against his crotch when you squeeze past him, it'll drive him crazy. Go commando in short shorts/skirt and cross your legs just so, his dick will twitch. Even better if you do shit like this in public where you know he won't act on it. But when you get home you best believe he's going to dick you down so hard, won't even bother to take said shorts or skirt off.

His ears and neck are his most sensitive erogenous zones. Whisper in his ear or kiss his neck and he's going to grit his teeth in an effort to fight back the shudder that threatens to rattle his bones.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Let's get one thing straight. Katsuki Bakugou does not share. This is non-negotiable. He will not agree to anything involving additional people - cuckolding, threesomes, orgies, exhibitionism, voyeurism (unless it's him watching you pleasure yourself - that he will gladly do, and probably start palming himself in the process).

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves giving and receiving. Giving puts him in full control of your pleasure, receiving makes him feel like you're worshipping his cock, which you probably are. Have you seen this man's cock? Of course you have. Gatdamn.

Y'all, Katsuki's so good at eating pussy. Like how does one get that good at eating pussy? I don't even know, but god the way he flicks his hot tongue over your precious, tiny bud before wearing it down like a fucking feed bag? It's unnatural. Like it could be his backup quirk if blowing shit up doesn't work out. You've seen the way he licks his lips when he gets excited, everyone has.* He doesn't even bother swallowing while he's feeding on you so you just be dripping in slick and saliva and he's just slurping away. It's lewd.

*See Exhibit A above.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

You already know this, but I'll say it anyway. His go-to fucking style is fast and rough, dominant and relentless, hard and dirty. But every once in a while he'll want to take you slow and deep and passionate. He'll hold you so tight in his arms and chest, you'll have to tap his shoulder sometimes to let you breathe. And he'll just roll his hips so fucking thoroughly both of you will feel every last inch, his pubic bone rubbing your clit so hard. You've told him so many times how much you love it when he makes love to you like this, but he maybe makes it a rare treat on purpose. 😈 Little shit.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are difficult for our boy. It's not that he's against them, it's just that he savors every drop of sensuality, he has a tendency to draw the pleasure out as long as possible. He can’t help it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

The idea of having public sex turns him on, but he's only done it with you a couple of times when he was 10000% sure you wouldn't be caught. He can't risk doing anything that would tarnish his reputation and goal of becoming the #1 Hero. He might be freaky as hell, but he needs a sex scandal like an Alaskan needs a refrigerator.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He loves you long time. He's a Taurus for fuck's sake (well, Aries/Taurus cuspie, but that just sweetens the deal). Great stamina. Grinds you down like a whetstone. Can last as long as he needs to to ensure you cum for him as many times as it takes for you to beg him to stop. If he feels himself getting too close while you're blowing him, he'll stop you and go down on you instead. If he's inside of you, he'll pull out and start kissing all over your body, sucking, nipping, licking until his urge to cum passes, then he pushes it right back in and keeps going.

If on the off-chance he does cum before you, he'll be ready to go again in about 20-30 mins. Just give him some motivation, he deserves it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He didn't own any toys when you first got together, but you did. He hated the idea of you using them though, especially when he's right there with you. You've since assured him that you don't want to use them to replace him, but to enhance the pleasure. So now you do use them from time to time.

The first time you managed to coax him into using a toy together, it was a small wireless bullet with a remote. When you brought it out and showed it to him, there was a wild glint in his eye. He carefully inserted the vibrator into you, his cock slowly following suit. He loved the fact that he had complete control over this thing, but later complained because the sensation of it against the head of his cock made him cum too fast. He still wants to use it sometimes though. 😏

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he can be so unfair. He loves teasing you until you're begging him to put his cock inside you. He's not so much into orgasm denial per se; he just loves to hear you beg him for shit - to let you cum, to suck his dick, to stop fucking you when you're overstimmed, etc.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Lol he's fucking LOUD! And he's going to make you cum so hard that you're screaming his fucking name. There was a time when one or both of you lived in an apartment and the neighbors would bang on the wall behind your headboard.

Shit, what sounds does he NOT make? He growls, moans, grunts, groans, yells, swears, fucks you so hard you can hear the wet sound of slapping skin, hell even the bed protests. Another reason he doesn't fuck in public - he can't stay quiet enough to be discreet about it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Okay, as much of a wild sex beast as he is behind closed doors, he gets embarrassed so easily when your sex life is so much as hinted at around others. It's legit funny how flustered he gets about it.

If he goes into work real tired and Kirishima says, "Hey Bakubro, you look like shit this morning. You and (y/n) stay up too late?" while doing the finger in the hole gesture, Katsuki will just "Shut the fuck up, Shitty Hair, or I'll blast your ass right through that fucking wall!"

Or if you two go out together with friends and the girls are talking about sex-related stuff, Katsuki will just roll his eyes and try to ignore it. But if one of them is all "So, (y/n), does Bakugou ever like accidentally let off explosions while you're doing it?" and you wink and say, "Only when he's especially *cough* frustrated *cough*". Katsuki will go red from his neck up to his hairline and start stuttering, sparks flying from his palms. "H-hey, d-don't tell them sh-shit like that! I-it's none of their god-goddamn b-business, (y/n), what th-the f-fuck?!" Meanwhile, you and the girls are in stitches while he stomps away, just mortified, bless his heart. When you catch your breath from laughing you'll follow it up with, "Looks like tonight's gonna be one of those nights", and you all lose it again.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

As has been mentioned, Bakugou's well-endowed. I figure he's packing about 7.5-8" in length x just under 2" wide. He takes some getting used to, that's for damn sure. Oh, and he's more of a shower than a grower. Like around 6" long x 1.5" wide when flaccid. Katsuki + sweatpants/basketball shorts = swinging dick print, alright sis? Take notes, this motherfucker visibly jumps when he does, class dismissed.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Eh, he's surprisingly not ridiculously horny. Maybe a little above average sex drive? A lot of times hero work just takes it out of him and he comes home utterly exhausted and just needs a soft place to land, and you provide him with all the love and nurturing in your heart. ❤

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends, really, on the time of day and what type of day it's been. If it's late (like past 9pm lol) and he fought more villains than usual that day, he's probs gonna pass out pretty soon after. If it's earlier in the day - especially first thing in the morning - it gets him pumped and almost comically genki.

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[auroracalisto]

Hi there! Love your writing and wanted to send in a quick request for a Bucky x Plus Size Reader fic. Reader is shy and socially awkward while her friend, Dottie, is seen as more attractive and social. As a result, most men notice HER rather than Reader. That is until Bucky comes along. Cue Dottie trying to flirt with him, much to reader's frustration. Would love to see a Reader, Dottie, Bucky love triangle, maybe some jealousy and pining that leads to smut?

hi!  a couple of things.  this didn’t really lead to smut but there are a couple sexual jokes/innuendos, and it might not entirely follow your request perfectly. there are also some negative comments about weight (all coming from dottie tho).  however, if you’d like me to redo it, just let me know!  sorry for taking so long, love.

It was always something like this.  You would be left alone, much to your dismay, as Dottie goes off with yet another man.  You couldn’t stay mad at her—she was your best friend, and she meant everything to you.  And yet, it still rubbed you the wrong way when she would just leave you without a second thought.  

Sometimes, after work, the two of you were supposed to meet by the elevators, so you could go out to eat.  Days like today.  Only today, Dottie was nowhere to be seen.  

You looked around the Avengers tower, sighing.  You were just a secretary.  You weren’t allowed above the floor in which you were stationed—if you were ever promoted, that would be a different story.  So you stood, waiting by the elevators.  Pulling out your phone, you tried calling Dottie, but to no avail.  She didn’t answer. 

You groaned softly and stuffed your phone back in your pocket, crossing your arms over your chest.  

The elevator doors opened up behind you, and you moved just slightly closer to the wall to avoid getting in anyone’s way.  You looked towards the elevator, locking eyes with Steve Rogers.  He was always nice—he also always greeted you with a smile when he came in.  But standing beside him was his best friend; Bucky Barnes.  When you turned your attention to him, you couldn’t help but try to keep your cheeks from burning.  He was looking right at you.  At least, you thought he was.  The slap on your arm drew you out of your mind.  

“[Your name],” Dot said, crossing her arms over her chest.  She was gorgeous.  He had to have been staring at her.  “Come on.  We’re going to be late because of you,” she rolled her eyes.  

You wanted to counteract.  But you stayed quiet, just nodding.  

As the two of you passed by Steve and Bucky, Bucky kept his eyes on you.

Steve waited until you both were gone before he looked at his friend.  “She’s really sweet, Buck.  Go for it.”

He rolled his eyes.  “Leave me alone.”

—

You saw Bucky more often, and you had even started talking to him on a daily basis.  However, you also started seeing Dottie more often as well.  She was always there when Bucky was around.  You thought it was odd, seeing as Dottie worked towards one of the back rooms and Bucky was an Avenger.  You never understood why he hung around your little nook until Dot blatantly flirted with him one day.  Right in front of you. 

“You know, I’m sure that hand of yours could do wonders,” Dottie said, leaning against the counter of your station, grinning in Bucky’s direction as he handed you a coffee.  

You hadn’t even asked for it, and yet, he got one for you from the breakroom.  

You diverted your attention from the kind man to your friend, your eyes wide.  “Dot, what the hell—”

Dot rolled her eyes again.  She had been doing that a lot, lately.  She just smiled, batting her eyelashes in Bucky’s direction.  “I’ve got a pretty nice place.  You could come by, we could watch a couple—”

“—no thank you,” Bucky smiled softly.  It took everything in him not to admit that he didn’t like her in that way.  No, he liked someone else.  But he didn’t have the guts to tell her that.  Not yet, anyway.  

“What?” Dottie stared him down, keeping her smile plastered to her face.  “Why not?  Am I not skinny enough for you?  I can work on that, cutie.  It’s not a big deal.”

Oh, you thought, she’s doing this on purpose.  

It was no secret that you were a bigger girl.  And while most days, you were perfectly fine with your body, snide comments like that always made you insecure.  And Dottie did that a lot.  You wondered if that was one of the reasons you weren’t surprised she said it.  

“I promise, doll, it has nothing to do with that,” Bucky said, staring right back at her.  He was appalled that she would even think that.  It didn’t even occur to him why she would say something like that until he looked at you.  He could see how uncomfortable you were and he clenched his jaw before making eye contact with Dot again.  “You know what?”

Dottie began to smile.  “What?”

“I don’t think we’re ‘meant to be,’” he softly scoffed.  “You’re pretty, but I don’t like you like that.”

“Oh, come on,” she groaned, leaning against the counter again.  She kept her arms under her breasts, pushing them up as she talked to Bucky.  “You’ve got to be kidding.  We’d be perfect together.”

“Dot, just give it a break,” you said, getting to your feet.  “He said he doesn’t like you.”

Dottie broke her trance on Bucky, turning her full attention to you.  “I’m sorry, were you under the impression that I was talking to you?” she asked, letting out a curt laugh.  “I don’t know where you got that impression, but sweetheart, Bucky wouldn’t go for someone like you.”

“Like me?” you asked, tears stinging your eyes.  What a good friend she was. 

“Who the fuck said you know what I like?” Bucky huffed through his nose.  “Dot, leave.  Before I call security.  Hell, I’ll just take you out myself.  Don’t you ever,” he said, walking over to her, pushing her off the counter, “talk to [Your name] that.”

“What are you gonna do?” Dot leaned forward, close enough to his face that he could feel her breath on his lips.  

Bucky took a step back, glaring at the woman.  “Just go.”

Dottie stamped her heeled foot to the ground like a child before she looked right at you, once more.  You could feel the coldness radiating off her glare.  “You’re such a fucking fatass.  I was only ever friends with you because you made me look ten times hotter than I already was, bitch.”

She didn’t dare to look at Bucky, quickly rushing off before he could react.  

You bit your lip, holding back any more tears that you had.  

The man standing in front of your desk turned to face you, his anger washing into concern when he saw your tears.  

“Hey…”

He walked around to where you were standing and he pulled you into a hug.  You welcomed it.  You couldn't believe that Dottie acted that way.  You never thought she would say something like that, but you supposed there was always a side of people that you would never see until they didn’t get what they really wanted.  

“She’s not even pretty,” Bucky said, in an attempt to comfort you.

You laughed and pulled back.  “She is, Buck.  She is.  But… but her personality is shit, isn’t it?” you asked, looking up at him. 

Bucky smiled.  “Yeah.  Shit.”

You sniffled softly and wiped your tears away.  

“You don’t have to stick around here anymore,” you softly said, moving to sit back down in your seat.

Bucky took your hand rather quickly, stopping you.  “I only ever came to talk to you.  Dot was just a… roadblock.”

You narrowed your eyes for a moment.  “A roadblock?”  While you most definitely might have had another phrase in mind, you couldn’t help but melt at the smile he gave you. 

“I only ever wanted to talk to you.  I was too… chicken to actually tell you, but I really like you, [Your name].”

“Really?”

“I wouldn’t lie about something like that,” he grinned, leaning forward to kiss your cheek.  

You welcomed the physical contact, looking up at him with wide eyes.  “Well… well, uh, maybe let’s not talk about that here, while we’re at work—”

“—then let’s go talk about it somewhere else,” Bucky smiled.  “I… have a bike.”

“A bike?”

“Motorbike.”

Your cheeks burned again.  “I, uh, think I’d rather walk if we were to go anywhere.”

Bucky smiled even more.  “You’ll be fine.  And if anyone says anything, I’ll get you out of trouble.”

“That’s not what I’m concerned about—”

Bucky knew what you were referencing.  He just chuckled, taking both of your hands in his.  “Trust me.  It’ll be okay.”

Dottie was a total bitch—she made you cry in front of the guy you liked.  However, it led to not only you getting out of work early that afternoon, but it gave you an opportunity to really get to know Bucky.  As much as you hated to say that, you kind of owed your relationship with Bucky to Dottie—without her, the two of you would have probably longed after each other for years before someone slipped up and said something.  

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[bowandcurtsey]

Bc boys when they did something wrong..

Just a little something that came into my head when I went for a jog today. ( ´ω` )۶

Yami | Nozel | Fuegoleon | William x f! reader

Warnings: just a little longer than I expected haha!

Yami Sukehiro

"Babe. Let's go on that getaway you wanted to go." your boyfriend came over to the couch you were sitting on and snaked his arms around you.

"Really?" you beamed at him, you've talked about a getaway with him for awhile now, but every time, Julius would call him in for a mission. "When shall we go!"

"Now!" you gave you his best smile.

"Now?! are you crazy? We didn't book anything or whatever." you raised your brows at him.

"Come on baby, the best trips are the impromptu ones! Just book the next available train ticket!"

"hmmm." you pondered a little, "okay! let's go book a trip now! but first I'll need to find someone to take care of Pecan!"

"Ehhhh! No worries babe! I got that covered!!" Yami jumped a little, "I'll bring him to Julius now! You book that ticket!"

"No wait! I need to say goodbye at least~" you stood up to call for Pecan, your Labrador. But you couldn't find him anywhere.

"Yami." You narrowed your eyes at the bull's captain, giving you a sheepish smile, "Where. Is. My. Dog."

"Promise me you're not gettin mad babe."

"What the fuck happened?" you could feel anxiety building inside you.

"Calm down babe, it wasn't anything too serious..."

"Yami. I swear to god..." your mana built around you, ready to throw your boyfriend out of the house

"Okay babe!!" he raised his hands in the air, "I was shaving just now and Pecan came over and..."

"AND?!" your eyes opened in terror at him

"And his hair got shaved off. Just a little. You can't even tell babe!" he waved his arm at you.

"where is he?" you stared at him, your arms akimbo.

Yami brought Pecan out.

"Yami! You shaved a hole in his head!!" You shrieked, squatting down to examine his fur.

"It looks cute babe! He looks like a piggybank!" Yami burst into laughter at his own joke, sitting on the floor, "Here, maybe you can put a coin in it."

Pecan wagged his tail and licked yami in the face.

You couldn't help but laugh at the dramatic scenario in front of you, "You're lucky Pecan loves you Yami Sukehiro, Or I would've yeet you out. I'm impressed you thought that by leaving for a few days this would grow back out."

Yami looked at you with a serious face, "oh? it wouldn't?"

"NO?!" you slapped him on the chest.

-end-

So guys, I got this idea from this picture on facebook I saw awhile back, it got me cracking up for days. All credits to rightful owner!

Nozel Silva

"Honey?" You called out to your silver haired husband, "have you seen my earrings anywhere?"

"Which earrings?" Nozel was picking out a belt to go for his suit.

"The one that Julius got for me when we got married, the one that has seashells"

Nozel froze in place. shit.

"Anyway honey, that reminds me," he went to his coat pocket to retrieve a box. "here, for you."

"A gift? What's the occasion love?" You were puzzled, wondering if you forgot any important date.

"Can't I just gift my wife a gift when I want to?" the royal raised his eyebrows at you.

Nozel wasn't a cheesy kind of man, yes he definitely would spoil you on special occasions like birthdays, christmas and such, or if he went on a long mission, but he seldom got a random gift. So you were pretty skeptical when he got you a gift out of nowhere.

It was a beautiful pearl and sapphire earring. You gasped at how the sapphire sparkled under the light, and the pearl just added to the gracefulness of the piece.

"Wait..." you squinted your eyes at the earrings, and then to him, "Honey, where are the earrings Julius gave me?"

"Aren't you wearing the ones I bought out tonight?" he raised both eyebrows, trying to change the subject.

"I am, but where are the earrings love?" you gave him a dark ominous stare, "Why do I have the feeling you know where it is?"

"erm." he cleared his throat a little, "I may have accidentally dropped it into the toilet bowl..."

"And you didn't pick it back up?!" you scowled at him, "it was a gift from a close friend!"

"...after I took a dump." he admitted defeatedly.

"oh." you sat silently for awhile before you felt arms wrapping around you, and your husband's warm breath as he nuzzled into your neck.

"I do apologise my love."

You cracked up, thinking about him contemplating to pick your earrings up or have it flushed down.

Fuegoleon Vermillion

"... Fue?" you woke up from your nap to find your favourite familiar face. "oh my god am I late for our dinner"

"Oh!" Your boyfriend placed a hand on your head, "don't worry, honey we're early. It's just a dinner, we can not go if you're tired."

"Oh no I'm fine honey," you got up to check the time, 4pm, time for you to get up and get ready. "I'll just get a quick shower and put on my make up."

"erm, how about we just spend the night together, having a simple stay home dinner and a nice stroll later on?" your man beamed at you.

"Eh? I thought this dinner with the nobles were planned awhile back dear?" you cocked your head to the side, "why the sudden cold feet?"

"I'm not having cold feet honey!" he pursed his lips to the side, "just thought that we could have a nice date tonight!"

You narrowed your eyes at the crimson lion captain, "tell me truthfully dear, why do you not want to go to the dinner tonight?"

"..." the captain bit his lower lip and dropped his eye contact at you.

"Fue.. did something happen?" you tried looking at his face, "what did we say about being open and honesty?"

"Don't get mad?" he sighed.

You raised your brows at him, waiting for him to go on.

"I may have broke your eyebrow pencil because I dropped it on the floor."

"YOU WHA-?!" your eyes were wide open, your mouth agape.

"That's another bad news honey," he played with his hands nervously.

"What can be worst than breaking my favourite and expensive eyebrow pencil?" you closed your eyes

"While I was picking it up, I dropped your eye shadow palette as well and the contents broke." he said it as fast as he could, but you heard every single word clearly.

"Fuegoleon Vermillion, you broke my eye shadow palette?" you crossed your arms at him.

Salamander covered its eyes with its hand. We're sleeping in the yard tonight.

"y-yes baby.." he spoke cautiously, "I'll buy you a new one..?"

"It's limited edition." you squinted your eyes and he could see your jaws clenching.

"I'm sorry my love.." he tried giving his best puppy face that his handsome features could offer, "I'll get someone to search for it, the exact same one.."

"you're lucky I love you!" you got up and went to prepare for the dinner.

Fue and Salamander looked at each other and heaved a sigh of relief.

William Vangeance

"Darling, could you help me check if my new little white dress is dry?" you called out to your boyfriend, "I want to iron it and wear it for tomorrow!"

You didn't hear a response so you walked out to the yard yourself and you found William there.

"Darling..?" you called to him

He immediately turned around, hiding something behind his back, "oh hi honey!" he looked at you with a sheepish grin.

"What's that?" you had your hands on your hips now, you jutted your chin out, gesturing to his arms hiding behind his back.

"oh love, please don't get upset.." he pursed his lips into a straight line.

"About..?" you raised your brows.

"I think I spoiled your new dress..." he handed over the red stained dress to you, "I washed it with red clothes, I forgot you told me not to..."

You pouted at the sight of the dress, "and I really loved it.."

The golden dawn captain slumped his shoulders in defeat, "I'll buy you a new one love? I'm so sorry.."

"it's kinda a limited edition, this local tailor only makes one design per piece, each one is different.." you sighed, "well... there's no choice now.. I can't wear this tomorrow, I'll try to get some oxy-bleach to fix this.."

"You mean it can be salvaged?" William's face brightened up

"just maybe..." you narrowed your eyes at him, "doesn't mean you're forgiven yet though.."

He wrapped him arms around you, "oh love, I'm willing to pay to send all your important clothes to the laundry shop next time!"

You laughed and shook your head, "you're sooo fantastic at organising war strategies, great at leading your team into countless of victories, but you can't handle a little white dress huh baby?"

-end-

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