#that makes sense as to why he’d finally block them | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

sara-scribbles · 1 year

Text

Four Times

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Malleus Draconia/GN!Reader Summary: Four times someone realizes how Malleus feels. And the time he finally realizes it himself. Word Count: 3,032 Note: Something I've been thinking about for awhile. Some Malleus fluff because why not? Warnings: None --- Leona grumbles as he trudges through the halls. Profesor Crewel had sent the Ramshackle prefect after him. He follows behind you as you walk ahead, hands stuffed in his pockets. Despite rolling over when you found him, you persisted until he got annoyed enough to give up on a peaceful nap.

“You’re such a goody-goody, herbivore,” he grunts.

Tossing him a smirk, you pause to poke at his arm. “Professor Crewel said he’d give me extra credit if I managed to drag you to class. How could I pass up that opportunity?”

Scoffing, he swats your hand away. “Your grade doin’ that bad?”

“Kinda… Malleus has been helping me out with potion theory. But Grim tends to mess up our potions because he just dumps everything in without reading the instructions.” You sigh while shaking your head. “I’d be doing fine if it wasn’t for that…”

You presume walking. “To think the overgrown lizard would actually tutor someone,” Leona grumbles. “Ya should’ve asked Vil. He’s the potion expert.”

“I was, but I mentioned needing help with potions to Malleus, and he offered to help first. He knows just as much, I think,” you explain.

There’s a pause as you pass by the athletic field. “Child of man?” Speak of the devil. Malleus floats on his broom above. Leona feels his annoyance rise immediately as he lands.

“How fortunate to see you,” he says with a grin. His gaze flickers to Leona. “And Kingscholar.”

“Tch…” Crossing his arms, he only glares back.

“Hello, Malleus. How’s gym class?” you ask.

“Nothing too exciting. What about you? Are you off somewhere with Kingscholar?” Leona’s ears twitch at the mention of his name once more.

He blocks the both of you out once he realizes you’re actually lingering to have a chat. However, his keen eyes watch as you happily discuss some mundane topic. Gaze flickering over to the overgrown monster, his nostrils flair.

There’s a certain scent coming from the dorm leader of Diasomnia. It’s really only noticeable for those with enhanced senses, and it seems even he doesn’t notice. The way the lizard is angled toward you speaks volumes. Leona scoffs as he notices the slight dilation of his pupils. These are small things most wouldn’t pick up, but to Leona’s perceptive gaze, it’s like waving a giant red sign while wearing flashing lights.

And based on the way you’re reacting, you’re just as unaware. Just a couple of oblivious idiots. No wonder you both like each other.

He scoffs. Loudly. “Something wrong, Leona?” you ask, breaking away from your conversation.

“Aren’t ya supposed to bring me back to class?”

Eyes widening, you quickly grab his arm. “Sorry, Malleus, gotta go! See you later!” you spit out a rushed farewell before bolting down the hallway.

One glance over his shoulder, he sees a confused and slightly dejected lizard. Leona’s barking laughter echoes down the hall. He can’t wait to tease you about this once you finally know. --- Ace’s glances don’t go unnoticed as Deuce takes a look behind them as well. “What are you looking at?” he inquires, seeing nothing of interest. It’s just you walking with Malleus Draconia while casually chatting.

The redhead gestures behind him. “Them! Isn’t it weird?”

“Uhhh… I mean yeah it was a little weird when he first started showing up, but the (Y/N) seems alright with it.”

“That isn’t the point! He’s been hanging around a lot lately. What’s one of the most powerful mages hanging around us scrubs? Isn’t it weird??” Ace hisses while throwing more glances behind him.

Deuce hums thoughtfully. “True… Maybe he just wants to make friends with other dorms?”

“Meh! I don’t know what you two are worried about. Obviously, he’s realized that I’m gonna be a powerful mage and wants to learn from me!” Grim boasts, cutting into the conversation.

Rolling his eyes, Ace snorts, “Only in your dreams.” Taking another peek, he nearly chokes on his spit. You’re busy tracing the palm of Malleus’s hand while muttering something about palm reading. The third year watches you intently as you point out something.

Even Deuce looks startled as they lock eyes. “See???”

“Hey, hench-human!” Grim turns to you both, crossing his arms. “Whatcha doin’?”

Pausing in your walk, you show Grim Malleus’s palm. “I read a book about palm reading a few days ago. I was just trying to see if I could actually read anything off Malleus,” you explain, still holding his hand as if it’s not a big deal.

“Palm reading?” Grim tilts his head as he stares blankly.

“Well, it’s a way to read into someone or even possibly guess their future. It’s all for fun though.” You point to a long line on Malleus’s palm. “See this is the life line. Depending on the length and curve of the line, it’s supposed to tell you how long you’ll live. Malleus has a really long one, so I guess that means he’ll have a long, prosperous life.”

“It’s a very intriguing method of fortune telling,” Malleus muses.

“Hey, can ya read mine!?” Grim asks, excitement on his face.

You glance at his paws. “Um… I don’t think it’ll work since you don’t have hands.”

“Mrrrww! What a load of baloney!” Grim huffs before rushing ahead. “I don’t need anything to tell me my future!” he yells.

Ace and Deuce had remained silent as they watched the entire exchange. Not once did you let go of Malleus’s hand. The owner of said hand doesn’t seem to mind at all. He looks entirely too pleased with himself.

“Do you think…?” Deuce trails off gaze wide.

“Yeah. I don’t know if we should be relieved or scared,” Ace mutters as they share a look while you walk ahead of them with Malleus in tow. --- “Kalim, thanks for the invite!” You greet the second year with a smile

He returns the greeting with a big grin of his own. “I’m glad you could make it! And you brought Malleus!”

“I had to make sure this one didn’t forget the time,” you joke, nudging Malleus’s side.

“It’s my first time in the Scarabia dorm. I didn’t realize it would be so warm,” Malleus mumbles to himself. He’s busy looking around at the other party-goers.

“Please, enjoy the food and the music!” There’s a large table filled to the brim with amazing food.

“That’s a lot of food… though I’m pretty sure Grim’ll finish most of it,” you mutter, spying said cat already piling his plate up.

As Kalim leaves to greet more guests, Malleus turns his attention back to you. “What should we do?”

“We could get some food if you’re hungry or dance?” You point at the dance floor where everyone is gathered. The music is upbeat and loud.

“Hmm…” Malleus ponders for a moment, before deciding. “I’ve heard Viper makes excellent food.”

As you near the food, the students all part. You hand Malleus a plate, ignoring the looks and whispers. “Since this is all Scalding Sand cuisine, a lot of it will probably be spicy. Are you okay with spice?”

“Yes, I don’t mind.” You start putting one of everything on the plate.

By the time you’ve found a place to eat, you’re carrying three plates between the two of you. “Jamil really knows his stuff.”

“Everything is very seasoned,” he notes.

Kalim stops by once more after you’ve polished off most of the meal. “Did you like the food? Jamil spent all day preparing everything!”

Malleus nods. “Viper is indeed very talented. Please, send him my compliments.”

“Sure!” Kalim glances around, but Jamil is nowhere to be seen. “I’ll let him know later. I think he’s busy preparing some more food.” His gaze darts around before he seems to find what he’s looking for. “You two should join me on the dance floor!”

Malleus hesitates as he takes in the other guests. “I don’t know if I’m suited for this kind of dancing…”

“Don’t worry about how you dance, just have fun! Come on!” Grabbing both your hands, Kalim drags you two on the dance floor.

Some people stop to stare, but most are in their own zone. As Kalim starts dancing, Malleus stands there looking lost. Confusion spreads on his face as he eyes Kalim’s movements. “Perhaps this kind of dancing isn’t for me…”

You take his hand before he can leave. “Don’t worry, Tsunotarou, we can do this together. Just follow my lead.” The dance lessons Vil had beat into you awhile ago are about to come in handy.

Taking both his hands, you start swaying to the music. Eyes focused on you, Malleus follows your lead as you move quickly around the dance floor. It’s less polished than what Vil had taught, but it’s exhilarating to move around while throwing in a few spins. Ducking under his arm, you’re spun around and meet Kalim before being spun once more into Malleus’s arms.

Laughter and cheers fill the room as more people join. Malleus throws his head back in laughter as you spin him around. Green eyes glitter with joy as the music slowly fades away. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulls you close to his chest.

“Thank you, child of man. That was probably the most fun I’ve had dancing,” he whispers, pressing his forehead against yours as you attempt to catch your breath.

Standing a bit away, Kalim watches the scene thoughtfully. Smiling to himself, he claps his hands. “I’m happy for them!” His words are lost as another lively tune starts. --- If you were to ask Sebek what he thinks about the Great Malleus Draconia tutoring a magic-less human, he would scoff. His lord has better things to do. So, he’s not sure if he’s still sleeping when he comes down to the library to study, and he sees the future king of Briar Valley teaching the Ramshackle prefect.

Sitting side by side with a few books open in front of them, they talk in hushed whispers. You’re hunched over with brows pinched together as you work on the latest potion homework. The young master points to something in one of the books. Eye lighting up, you quickly scribble something down with a satisfied nod.

As Sebek draws near, he bites his cheek to keep from raising his voice. “Young master?” he greets. He notes that others studying nearby have stayed a good distance away, which is right as Malleus Draconia deserves space to study.

His dorm leader looks up. “Hello, Sebek. Here to study as well?”

“Yes, sir! I needed more information for class.” He glances over to you.

Smiling at him, you gesture to the seat across from your own. “Do you want to study with us, Sebek? Malleus is helping me with potion theory.”

The half-fae jumps at the opportunity to be taught by his lord. “Of course I wo-” However, the words get caught in his throat. Malleus peers at him with a look that he hasn’t seen before.

Recalling some advice Lilia had given him, Sebek quickly shakes his head. “Erm… I would rather study on my own for now.” He quickly excuses himself to find a place to work.

He had thought he knew all about Malleus Draconia. However, the look he had given him is new. He isn’t sure what to categorize the look into. The way his lips pursed and brows pinched, spoke of annoyance. Yet, the flat look in eyes and the slight set of his shoulders, said more. What it said, Sebek would need to think about it.

Finding a table, he can’t help but look back. Malleus leans over to whisper something, which causes you to laugh. His lips spread into a smile, showing off his sharp fangs. His hand lingers on yours as he points out something on your work. His gaze focuses only on you even when you’re busy writing. There’s a softness to his eyes that Sebek has only seen a handful of times from someone else.

“Mother?!” he gasps loudly, standing up suddenly.

All eyes turn to him. Sebek slowly sinks back into his seat and ducks his head. The realization settles on him like a weight. Taking another peek, he can’t help but see his parents. They always share the same looks, looks of pure adoration and love. --- There’s a constant frown pressed on Malleus’s lips. He realizes it’s a bit childish to be sulking at his age, but he can’t help it. His favorite human has been busy for the past few weeks. He hasn’t been able to see the Ramshackle prefect due to their duties taking over. He knows that duty comes before personal matters, but he didn’t expect them to be busy for so long.

Another heavy sigh echoes in the dorm living area. “Young master, is something wrong?!” Sebek asks, having counted that Malleus had sighed exactly sixteen times within the span of ten minutes.

Even Silver is a bit worried at the deep sighs from him. “Is there something bothering you?” he inquires.

Malleus waves them off. “My child of man has been very busy lately. I haven’t seen them for almost three weeks…”

“I did hear there were some renovations happening at Ramshackle,” Silver muses aloud.

“They said they would let me know once I can visit…” He sighs once more. 17 times now. His fingernails tap incessantly on the table as he’s lost in thought.

“Khee hee, it sounds like you’re quite fond of the Ramshackle prefect,” Lilia chortles, eyes shining knowingly.

Scratching his head, Sebek still can’t wrap his mind around his recent revelation. “Excuse my ignorance, but I do not understand what makes them so…special?”

Malleus frowns, fingers stilling in their movement. “They’re kind and brave. They’re wiser than most despite being young. They can be humorous and witty,” he lists easily.

Lilia grins, leaning over Malleus’s shoulder. “You’re more than just fond of them, hmm~?”

“Of course. I like…” Brows pulling together, Malleus stares off as his voice fades away. The other three are quiet as they watch him. There’s a sudden glint in his gaze. “I see now,” he mumbles to himself.

“Oh ho? Did you figure something out?” Despite the question, Lilia already knows the answer.

Standing up, Malleus nods. “Yes. I’m going to see the prefect now.”

Before anyone can say anything, he teleports away and appears at the gate of Ramshackle. The dorm is quiet despite the renovations that are supposed to be taking place. Walking up the path, the door is already open. He knocks, but there’s no response, though he can hear some noise from inside.

Walking in, Malleus heads in the direction of the commotion, which is coming from one of the many rooms. You’re setting down a table while Grim pushes a chair in place.

Grim is the one to notice him first “Eh? Hey, it’s Tsunontaru!”

Wiping your face with a clean towel, you greet him with the usual dazzling smile. “Malleus, what are you doing here?”

Your clothes are disheveled. You look sweaty and tired. Despite all that, he can’t help but think you look as wonderful as ever. “I wanted to see you,” he states plainly. “It’s been twenty days since we last spoke.”

“I’ve been so busy with redecorating the dorm, I haven’t had time to do anything else,” you say more to yourself than him. “Do you want something to drink?”

He shakes his head. “Can we go for a walk?”

“Sure! Let me clean up first. I’ll meet you outside.” Ushering him out to the hall, you leave to put on a clean shirt.

It doesn’t take you long to come back down. The path around Ramshackle is familiar and worn. You’ve walked the same route with Malleus many times. He’s quiet as you round the corner to the back of the dorm. With the slight curve of his brow and the way his gaze remains unfocused, you can tell he’s thinking about something. You wait patiently for him to tell you whatever is on his mind.

He finally comes back to the present. “I had a sudden revelation today,” he starts, “about myself. It was quite surprising. Have you ever felt anything so strongly that it changes how you view things?”

“Well,” you hesitate before nodding, “yes, something like that has happened recently.” You chew the inside of your cheek as you pick your words. “Recently, I’ve been thinking about my feelings and how they’ve changed for a particular person. I may have known, but I chose to ignore it out of fear.”

Inhaling deeply, you let the confession tumble out. “I…I like you. A lot. As more than just a friend!” You feel suddenly too warm as lime green eyes study you with such intensity.

Malleus holds out his hand, void of his usual gloves. “May I have?” You give your hand to him without a second thought.

He places it, palm down, over his heart. You can feel the thumping of his heart, and it almost seems to echo in the quiet night. “Malleus?” Your voice is barely a whisper as you stare at his hand that covers your own.

Using his other hand, he reaches out to cup your cheek. His thumb rubs against your face with an aching slowness. “My heart knew how I felt, but it took a bit for me to realize how I feel about you. I was planning to confess to you, but it seems you’ve beaten me to it.”

Leaning into his touch, your eyes close briefly. It feels almost like a dream for him, one he doesn’t want to wake up from. Eyes opening once more, you ask, “So what now?”

“I’d like to court you properly, if you’ll let me.” The look on his face is serious with a touch of wonder.

You grasp the hand that’s stroking your face and interlace your fingers together. “As long as I can court you too.” He’s sure you can feel his heartbeat quicken as he responds with a bright smile and a squeeze of your hand.

It’s no surprise to some when they see the two of you hand-in-hand the next day.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #malleus draconia #twst malleus #malleus draconia x reader #malleus x reader #reader insert #scenario

2K notes · View notes

trashogram · 1 month

Text

He Chose You (Pt. 11)

Lucifer/Reader: Lucifer chooses you to be the mother of his child. Rated E for Explicit.

“Adam, for your transgression, you will be dealt with accordingly. For now, you are dismissed.”

Adam’s voice and demeanor had become so grating to you that you actively blocked out the bitching that followed. You weren’t sure if, when he’d finally stopped having a foul-mouthed tantrum, a lot of time had passed or not.

It didn’t matter when you were blessed with near silence at last. A slip of harsh gold out of the corner of your eye led you to believe that Adam’s lackey had followed him out.

“Emily, please follow.”

“But Sera…”

“No harm will come to her here. She just needs time.”

There was no need to look up, as the fluttering of Emily’s wings were now telltale in spite of how little you’d known her.

“Go on.”

You hadn’t seen her go, but it was like all the energy in the air had been sucked out as she left you behind. In her stead was a still, oppressive atmosphere where anxiety lingered to crawl up your spine the longer you sat in it.

Sera was staring down at you.

“Why…” Your voice was hoarse, even if you hadn’t been screaming or sobbing as you wanted to.

Swallowing back the thickness that had built in your throat physically hurt. An errant thought that it shouldn’t (nothing should hurt anymore) passed you by.

“Why am I here?” You looked up, staring back at Sera.

The Angel considered you for a long moment.

“Your place here has been ordained by the Father, a privilege bestowed upon you for your act of service.”

The words from her lovely mouth didn’t make sense for so long that you almost asked the Seraphim to repeat herself. Your eyes narrowed as your gaze turned roundabout, as if whatever could make sense of this was somewhere in your surroundings.

“I… Wait, I’d have thought that…” Head shaking, you implored Sera again with your eyes. “What service?”

“You delivered upon the world Christ’s opposing force through your union with —” Here, you saw Sera’s long throat flex with the effort of swallowing.

“Lucifer.” You finished, watching and confirming as Sera’s frame twitched that just the mention of the Devil made this powerful force uncomfortable.

It was odd, but didn’t take away the pain that just mentioning his name brought. You felt as if a great gaping hole had been punched through your chest, taking with it all your vital organs and the power of your lungs.

Impressions of his anguished face and the sound of Charlotte crying were permanently etched in your mind. You bit down on your tongue, lest you scream your grief.

It felt like they had died and not you.

“I’ll never see them again.” Your head fell into your hands as you were overcome. “I barely got to hold my own baby.”

Sera sighed deeply, inching toward the War Table adjacent to you both.

“I understand that leaving people behind can be painful.” Her great arms reached over the table, motioning until light rose from the board and took on fantastical shapes. “But time heals all.”

Instead of comfort, her wisdom made you sniffle. You rubbed your eyes like a child to prevent the steady rise of tears threatening to escape.

Through the blur, you saw Sera smile wanly. “You may feel grateful with time. Staying any longer could have led you further astray.”

That made you pause between shuddering sobs.

Fuck, you’d been sobbing on the floor of heaven.

Fucking Heaven.

“W-what?” You asked finally.

Sera’s idle hands continued to create new sources of light and shape. You rose from the floor of cumulus and nimbus on jelly legs and walked toward her, for lack of anything else to do.

A perfect sphere rose above the table, with little pinpricks of light surrounding it. It could’ve been anything but you had the sense to imagine it was a depiction of Earth.

“Had you stayed mortal and lived another 10, 20, perhaps 30 years, you could have become susceptible to the enemy’s mindset.” Sera said. “It’s not unthinkable when human beings are often led by their hearts, even if it goes against their best interest.”

Your heart was jabbed with indignation at that.

“Acts of Service can become Acts of Sacrifice if one veers off the path.” She gently swirled around the Earth with one hand, and it fell into a tilt naturally before rotating among the stars.

Sera eyed you from her peripheral as you stood beside her to watch. “You might’ve grown attached and… denied yourself.”

“Hold on, please — just…” You closed your eyes after several moments. “I’m here, in Heaven, because Lucifer asked that I be let up here when I died?”

“That is correct.” Sera guided the stars in a variety of paths.

“And you agreed because having his baby was actually a good thing?” You asked. “But how? Why would God want that to happen if the Devil is his enemy?”

“Life is all about balance.” The celestial took on the role of teacher naturally. “Light needs darkness to exist. This is how it has been and will always be, since He created the Heavens and the Earth.”

“Lucifer has gone on too long without an heir - Hell cannot be unmanned should anything happen to its King. To ensure that this would never come to pass, He agreed to certain terms, which have been abided by — despite Lucifer’s constant revisions.”

At that, the Seraphim looked borderline petulant. Her disapproval was clear in the way the many eyes that decorated her wingspan, hair and crown-like halo shrunk into slivered crescents.

“It’s been centuries since he was ordered to conceive a child. Out of Love, the Father bestowed an exorbitant amount of time on him to make it happen. Once you were found and the contract was signed, your place in Heaven was guaranteed as stipulated.” She halted her recital to spare a glance your way.

“His ways can be opaque, but they are always meant to take us in the right direction.” Sera offered after a lull, to dispel the dumbfounded look on your face. You could see the way her lips pursed, as if daring to question that explanation was an affront to her existence. As if what she’d just told you didn’t change your perception so thoroughly that your head was spinning.

Self-preservation no longer being a factor, you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, ‘God works in mysterious ways’.” You mocked. “People say that when they don’t know what to say. But you actually work under God, don’t you??”

“That is a crude way to describe my role here.” Sera responded with reproach.

“But essentially correct.” You crossed your arms over your chest. “You take orders from Him, clearly.”

The Seraphim’s manicured nails pierced through the infinitely shifting stars, fingers curling into a claw as the line of her mouth grew severe. Her brow downturned as she faced you, irritated.

“Just like Lucifer took orders from Him, I bet.” The pieces were slotting into place. “Until he… until he… did exactly what he was supposed to.”

You laughed with disbelief at the revelation, hands coming up to grab at your thankfully unchanged hair. The starlight before you began to dim, falling back into the passive marble of the war table. Sera pivoted rather abruptly, a touch of disquiet in her fractured facade as she took in your dysfunction.

Her gaze became shifty, and you caught it, but it was the least of your concerns. You were in the middle of a manic breakdown for the second time in less than an hour.

Lucifer didn’t like to talk about Heaven — that was evident from his stuttering when he first revealed himself to you. So, whether it was out of the goodness of your heart or built-in doormat passivity, you hadn’t discussed the place. Truthfully, you’d thought very little of it as a place and more as a concept, even when the Devil came knocking on your door in flesh and blood.

It was an uphill battle to calm yourself. You closed your mouth to stop the laughing and coughed at the tickle to your throat. You’d never been good at breathing through your nose. Arms slid down to clutch at your stomach and center yourself, frame slowly easing out of the hyperventilation.

“So… God damned his own son to Hell and made him into Heaven’s Big Bad for the sake of balance… And he wanted that Big Bad to have a child like He Himself did, also for the sake of balance…”

‘And Lucifer agreed as long as you got to go to eternal paradise…’

Your summation was stated lifelessly, a knife’s edge away from sarcastic. The big secret to Life was out: it was all a fun little show that God put on for himself to stave off boredom. Even those he held closest weren’t safe from it.

“An-nd you’ve never ever questioned this?” You asked faintly, a crooked smile of disbelief on your face. “Ever?”

A breeze blew back the hair that had fallen into your face.

Sera was suddenly so much closer in proximity, and you flinched back at the power exuding from her like an aura.

“We do not question the Father.” The Seraphim’s glower betrayed her true feelings toward you. Yet, instead of continuing to back away from the hostility, you forced yourself to stand in place as best you could.

It gave you whiplash when Sera’s pinched face relaxed. She straightened up with another deep, deep sigh. The danger that felt like static electricity dissipated from your skin, but you held onto the edge of the war table regardless.

The light show had gone off as quickly as it was turned on. You felt its loss of warmth as sharply as you’d felt Emily’s.

“Lucifer was unable to fully grasp the Great Purpose.” Sera was imposing as she straightened to her fully height and towered above you once again. “He questioned everything, and for it he Fell.”

“And I would suggest,” The Seraphim glared at you as if you were an insect she wanted to crush. “that you do not emulate his sin. For the sake of your immortal soul.”

***

Tag List: @crescent-z, @for-hearthand-home, @undertale-is-sansational, @loslox, @navierkalani, @yaimlight, @ivoryviness, @crystalplays28, @flowerempress, @wally-darling-hyperfixation, @altruisticradiodemon, @moonlight-readings, @halparkebitch, @charliecharlie65, @sockgoblin, @cocomollo, @caniseethefourthsword, @squeegeeclean, @crow-twink, @an-emovision, @marydragneell, @lafy-taffy, @fandom-imagines1, @loquacious-libra, @glowymxxn, @avadakadabra93, @froggybich, @hamthepan, @ukor02, @adaizel, @boogiemansbitch, @vinillies, @lbcreations-blog, @thesoundresoundsecho, @serenity-loves-red, @alientee, @aquaamythest96, @0strawberrysorbet0, @fluffy-koalala, @washeduphazbin, @rebecca-hvnstn, @velvette3, @kermitdafroggy, @wpdarlingpan, @apatcheworkofproblems, @cherry-cola-100, @pink-apples001, @al-of-the-stars, @backinthefkingbuildingagain, @martinys-world, @alastorssimp, @wobblesthewaffle, @shikiribee, @undertale-anomaly20, @asakura-fangirl-stuff, @ringsofpersonti, @angelicwillows, @wingoodlilboymyway, @cimadreamer, @museofzealoushope, @oneiric-rotaerc, @call-me-nyxx

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar x you #hazbin hotel x reader #Thank y’all for being patient #good news is there will be more chapters bc I cut this one in half #bad news is Lucifer’s whereabouts are put on pause a chapter longer than anticipated

315 notes · View notes

7ndipity · 9 months

Text

You Want To Break Up Due To Insecurities

Tae x Plus Size Reader

Summary: You try to break up with Tae because you're worried that you don’t deserve him, but he won't let you go without a fight.

Warnings: angst, mentions of insecurities and self worth issues, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to @sporadicarcadebanana for this request! I’m not entirely happy with how this one turned out tbh, but I didn't want to leave you waiting too long. I’m sorry if it’s not what you wanted.💜

Masterlist

Requests are open

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

You did your best to try and ignore your phone ringing for what felt like the twentieth time that hour, knees pulled up to your chest as you tried to focus on the show you were watching as a distraction, but you couldn’t help your eye being drawn to Tae’s name popping up on the screen over and over. The

tears had finally stopped, but the lingering sting was still there, both in your eyes and chest.

You knew it was a shitty move to tell him that you wanted to end things over text, but you were afraid that if you had tried to say everything you were thinking face to face, you would fold immediately, like you always did when it came to him.

It was almost strange how you could both love and hate the hold that he had over you, the way he had managed to climb over all your walls that you’d built up, rather than knocking them down, and reach out to you from the inside and make you feel so safe and undered.

But with those feelings also came deep rooted fears and insecurities. As you spent more time together, you couldn’t help noticing the differences between the two of you, especially physically. Although he never seemed to mind it (frankly it seemed to be quite the opposite, if the way he always seemed to have his hands on you in some way or other was any indication), you could never shake the growing sense of unease that his devotion would only go so far, that eventually he would realize that you weren’t enough and he would leave. So, you’d decided to skip the waiting game and beat him to the punch.

A sudden knock at the door made you jump, startling you out of your thoughts.

“Y/n?” You shut your eyes at the sound of Tae’s voice, as if that would help block him out. “Y/n, please talk to me.”

“Go home, Tae.” You called through the door.

“No! We need to talk about this, I don’t understand what’s happening.” He said, his voice sounded hoarse, as if he’d been crying too. “Please, y/n, just talk to me.”

You let your forehead rest against the door as you took a deep breath. You knew he was right, he deserved a better explanation than this.

“What the hell is this?” He asked as you opened the door, holding his phone out for you to see the text displayed.

“I thought the message made it pretty clear. I think it would be for the best if we broke up.” You said, trying to sound unfazed, but the words had a hollow cadence to your ears.

“But why?” He demanded.

You sighed, looking anywhere but him. “It just won't work, our lives are too different. We’re too different.”

“What do you mean different?” He asked, finally taking a good look at you, noticing the puffiness around your eyes. “Have you been crying?” He reached out for you, immediately concerned. “Baby-”

“Don’t.” You pulled back, trying to ignore how your voice caught in your throat. “You deserve someone better, someone beautiful-”

“You’re beautiful.” He stated, staring at you, completely bewildered.

You scoffed, almost out of reflex.

“You are!” He said, the fire coming back to his eyes. “Is that what this is about? You think you’re not good enough or something? Because let me tell you right now, nothing could be farther from the truth.

“But, I-”

“No! I won’t let you talk badly about yourself. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I will fight every day to show you that.”

Your eyes started to mist over with new tears as he spoke, wanting to believe him, but unableto shake your own fear.

Seeing you starting to crumble, he pulled you against him in a crushing embrace, holding you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

“Let me prove it to you, let me prove myself to you.” Tae said, pleading with his eyes. “If you still want to break up, I’ll hear you out, but don’t let it be because of this. Please.”

“Okay.” You whispered.

He sighed, resting his forehead against yours. “Thank you.”

574 notes · View notes

vhstown · 9 months

Text

time out (part 1)

[boxer au] — 42!miles g morales x gn!reader

summary: Miles Morales makes boxing history. Your boyfriend isn't there to celebrate.

warnings: angst-ish, description of (boxing) injuries, self-destructive behaviours, briefly implied death, pov switch (yay), gtranslate spanish

word count: 3.9k

a/n: ive never written 42 miles before but he's a cool lil guy split into two parts cuz it was too long 😭 semi-edited (for the millionth time)

PART 2 → / THE AU

"Just six rounds in, Miles Morales knocks out the Vulture!"

Screams and cheers exploded from your phone as you laid in bed, watching the recap of your boyfriend's boxing match. Your eyes were straining from how close you were holding the screen to your face; this was probably the third time you’d watched Miles’ win. After training to hell and back, he’d made it to the national league with you and Aaron to support him. He did more than just “make it”, in fact. His “revolutionary” victory was plastered all over social media and the news. Everywhere you looked was: “17-YEAR-OLD NYC BOXER OVERTAKES LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION ‘VULTURE’ IN US NATIONALS”. Miles Morales — your boyfriend — had made boxing history.

The giddy grin on your face only grew wider as he came up again on screen, sporting the stoic expression he'd perfected over the last few months behind the overly-done editing and animations of the recap. As much as you'd wanted to go out and see him live (though begging your family to let you go to Vegas wasn’t exactly feasible), he'd made it clear he didn't want you, or anyone for that matter, in that arena. It was something about having "total focus" — and it must've worked, you thought, as you watched him give his post-fight interview.

“I jus’ hope you watchin’, cause I’m here. Miles Morales made it!”

Despite his boyish, adrenaline-fuelled shout at the mic, the quiet laugh you let out was one of pride rather than embarrassment. He had every right to celebrate, and you were watching, even if it wasn’t live. Everything he'd done up until this point was well worth it: the constant training, sparring, the late nights and early mornings — maybe even the countless unanswered texts and missed calls too. Miles had worked himself to the bone, and while it might've worried you at the time, it was nothing compared to the satisfaction you felt while watching him on screen. He knew what he was doing; Miles was semi-professional at this point. You had to let him do his own thing, even if that meant letting him go for a while.

Right now, though, Miles was home from Vegas. Tapping out of the video, you scrambled to your messages. The last ones were from you, sent weeks ago, a "good luck" and "i love you" read and without a response. Your fingers kept missing the keys, and you frowned at yourself until you finally were able to hit send.

CONGRATS BABY!!! Not delivered

IM SO PROUD OF YOU Not delivered

You tried resending them, only to be met with the same red message.

why arent my texts sending Not delivered

miles??? Not delivered

Not delivered? It'd almost been three days since the tournament; Miles always had his phone on.

"To leave a message, please press one—" The call went to voicemail for the third time. Your stomach swirled with something like uncertainty. It didn't even ring at all. Miles made it a habit to always be available, so why...?

Boxers needed time to recover, he was probably just tired and turned his phone off. Or he could be busy with an interview; Miles Morales was sort of a celebrity right now — who wouldn't want to talk to the 17-year-old boxing prodigy? You knew you wanted to, prodigy or not.

It was probably because you hadn’t seen Miles in so long, but possibilities kept forming in your head, disappearing just as fast. What if he blocked you? Or he could’ve changed his number. Were you over? No. Nope. No way. Not like this.

There was one other reason that made some sort of sense, but you decided to think against it. Miles had made it to the semi-finals in entire the National League. It was over; he'd gotten what he wanted. He was supposed to be resting right now.

Miles wasn't that stupid, right...?

You pulled up Rio's contact. It was better to be safe than sorry.

Riiiiiiing, riiiiiiing…

Better for him to be safe than sorry — or stupid.

"Hello?"

"Hola, tía, uh, could I speak to Miles?" You felt just a little crazy as you held the phone to your ear, but there was no harm in calling his mom.

"Ah, he's not home right now — said he was going out with his tío."

"Oh… Do you know where they went?"

"I'm not sure. Something important. About a... contract?"

"Contract…?" you muttered to yourself. “Okay… thank you.” It wasn't like you knew anything about a contract, though it wasn't like Miles would tell you anyway. At least he was safe, and with Aaron. It was probably important, official — something that didn't involve you. Not a lot of things in Miles’ life involved you, it seemed.

"How have you been?” Rio's voice interrupted your thoughts. You had called her out of nowhere, and after a while. "Have you eaten yet?"

"Oh, um..." The last time you'd talked to Rio was… right before Miles had left for Vegas. Well, you hadn't exactly talked. All you remember is just comforting her in silence. "Yeah, tía. Have you?"

"I have, but I've just been all over the place recently. So many reporters…" Rio's voice lifted up slightly in exasperation. You could only imagine what it was like for her. Your feelings suddenly felt a lot less significant, and you were back to your comforting mode all over again.

"I see. Must be exhausting." You attempted a polite laugh, which came out more like a sigh. If only you could be as patient as Rio…

"I'm so proud, though." Her voice warmed with a smile. If your chest ached with melancholy or empathy, you didn't know. "I didn't want him to leave home so soon. I still think this whole… professional thing is a bit too much, but… I want to trust him also."

"I'm sure he'll be fine, tía. If he's in the nationals already, he's probably getting a lot of support." It was more like you were trying to convince yourself. "I'm sure he has great coaches... and he's got me and Aar— uh, his uncle, too."

"I know…" For a moment, you weren't sure if either of you had anymore to say.

"…If not, I'll have to go there myself and give them a piece of my mind, eh?" she continued. You weren’t sure if it was a joke, but a smile formed on your lips anyway.

"Yeah…" A quiet laugh leaving your mouth at the image of Rio cussing out Miles' poor manager, in two languages no less. No wonder he was such a good boxer — Rio must have passed down her fighting spirit. "Maybe you'd even get signed,” you joked, the image of that even more amusing (and a scary possibility.)

Rio let out her own laugh, and your smile only grew; talking to her always made you feel better. "Me? Boxing? Nunca (Never.) — I'll work in that hospital until the end of me."

There was another stretch of silence. You thinned out a sigh, trying not to let the smile leave your face, even if she wasn’t there to see it.

"Come over for dinner tomorrow. I'll tell Miles to come and get you."

"Sure, tía, I'd love to." He probably just needed a break. Not from you specifically, but in general.

"You know tú y Miles sois mi vida, ¿bien?" (you and Miles are my life, right?) It wasn’t often Rio said that, but you always remembered every time she did, and how it made you feel — like you were family. Rio was pretty much a second mother to you. It made you wonder what Miles' father would've been like.

"Well, it's getting late, and I have a lot of laundry to fold." Rio's tone had a fake sort of enthusiasm — tiredness? You couldn’t really tell with her; the woman was always upbeat. "Take care of yourself, okay?"

"I will." It was late, you realised, and the sky outside your window was a lot darker than it had been before. "You too, tía."

“Descansa, ¿sí?” (Get some rest, yes?)

“Sí, tía.”

The call ended, and you were left facing your messages, a bittersweet feeling hugging you from behind. Right now, Miles was out with Aaron, about some contract, probably to do with boxing…

But why weren't your texts going through?

miles are you ok? Not delivered

im really proud of you Not delivered

i wish i couldve seen you live Not delivered

It wasn’t like there was much point, but…

i love you Not delivered

Maybe it was just out of habit; maybe you just missed him. Your reflection frowned at you behind the messages, thumb hovering over the power button to shut your phone off, until your phone pinged with a notification — Aaron was texting you.

Hey man

Out of town

LMK if miles breaks in

You sat up immediately, fingers floating uselessly above the keys for a moment.

sure Read at 11:24PM

are you out of town already? Read at 11:25PM

Ping!

Yeah

@ Queens

Miles was with Aaron about some “contract”... and Aaron was in Queens?

You knew Miles hadn't blocked you, or turned his phone off — he had no signal. And there was only one place in Brooklyn you could think of that had no reception, and that MIles had any reason to be in. It was also the one place you didn't want him to go to: that damn warehouse.

The place he’d spent training all those weeks — what reason did he have to be there right after finishing the tournament? Putting on your jacket, blinking back the sleepiness and collecting the fleeting remains of patience you had left, you could only hope that Miles had even a shred of common sense with him.

THWACK! THWACK! THWA— Crack!

"Mierda..." (Shit...) Miles hissed, drawing his glove away from the punching bag. His hand was paralysed for a moment, a deep, gnawing pang running through his fingers down to the rest of his arm. The tight gloves only suffocated him more, doing nothing to ease the pain as he gritted his teeth and waited for it to dull down.

Why was he even here? It was over — that Norman bastard had blown him off hours ago. It felt like a couple minutes, the words still fresh in his mind. Searing pain shot through his hand when he tried to flex his fingers, the rest of his muscles starting to ache too. This was going to hurt after the adrenaline wore off. Damn it, Morales.

The walls flashed white all of a sudden, a faint rumble of thunder interrupting the pounding of his heartbeat as he tried to straighten himself out. It was quiet, except for the sounds of the incoming storm. The playlist he was listening to had finished ages ago — your playlist. If he didn’t want to think about you, he wasn’t doing a good job of it.

Rain blasted quietly against the windows, and Miles’ eyes stung with dryness as he squeezed them shut. There was no way he'd be able to go back now, not to you, definitely not to his mom. She'd probably go on and on about how he should've taken his jacket, how he ruined his hair in the rain again, maybe how he wasted his damn time being a boxer...

It was probably fair; his mom had enough on her plate trying to support them both — especially him right now. She’d done everything in her power to make sure he got to Vegas, and he’d just left her alone again right after. But how was he meant to face her now? He was supposed to make her proud, make his dad proud, but it wasn’t like he had any pride left after he’d lost his contract. The Green Goblin had probably set the record for fastest knockout when Miles lost to him. Of course just the semi-finals weren’t enough; Norman Osborn was the big shot of boxing, and if Miles lost to some rookie in just about 15 seconds, then maybe he wasn’t worth the investment.

It didn’t make sense — nothing about The Green Goblin (or “Harry”, whatever they liked to gossip about) made sense. He’d just debuted, but didn’t even look like a boxer; he didn’t stand right, his style was inconsistent, his head movement was all over the place, but his punch had almost knocked Miles’ brain straight out of his skull. It was almost superhuman. Even with no openings, the freak of nature had forced his way through like an animal. And he was scrawny, not nearly as built as Miles at least, like he should’ve been in the weight class down. Either way, the asshole was being celebrated, and Miles was out of a contract.

And Miles had just stood there, while Norman berated him and tore Miles’ dream apart right in front of his very eyes. Maybe he’d hoped too much as an “amateur” boxer. That’s all he was, apparently — no matter how hard he worked, or what he achieved, or what he promised.

“Why should I keep you? The Vulture was destined to lose at his age.”

“Even rigged matches wouldn’t get you anywhere.”

“I mean, you’re as good at fighting as one of those street kids.”

“That’s all you were before I decided to give you a chance, no?”

The image of the Norman’s uncanny, sneering face sent his good fist reeling towards the punching bag. Should’ve pummelled his pelirojo (redhead) ass to the ground—

"Miles!"

The glove crumpled mid-air against the bag, arm going rigid. It was silent as he let out a breath through his teeth — he wasn’t hearing things, was he?

The rush was starting wearing off, his mind starting to cloud and pain faintly radiating again from his other hand. His good fist tightened inside the glove, pushed against the bag which was still and awkwardly tilted.

You’re losing focus, just punch the damn thing—

"Miles, what the hell are you doing here?"

The noise of the door shutting made him turn around, floor squeaking under his stumbling feet. It was you by the door, breathing just as heavily as him and dripping head to toe with rain, in a jacket that was way too thin for any sort of weather.

Dios... (God...) He knew he couldn’t be hallucinating that disapproving look on your face.

Rain was pattering gently against the glass as he pulled his arm away away from the bag, letting it swing in front of him before his eyes met yours.

"It's midnight, what are you..." A sharp intake of breath interrupted your words — a shiver.

"What’re you doin’ here...?" Miles asked instead through a grimace. His voice came out wrong — hoarse. Cold sweat was clinging to his skin, and his throat was dry and tightening. A mess — that’s what you were talking to right now, barely your boyfriend. All he could do was stare as the rush died down and his senses were coming back to him. The fog in his mind made it hard to speak, even harder to look at you.

"My texts and calls weren't going through— You weren't with Aaron or your mom, I just..." You sucked in another breath through your teeth; raindrops were glistening on your skin. He should’ve just stayed home, damn it. "Was just worried."

Well, he certainly looked worrying, even more so than you. Swallowing back his breathlessness wasn’t helping; it was like he’d ran a marathon with his fists. The pain from his knuckle was starting to bleed into the rest of his hand so much so that it might’ve been broken.

"'M good... You, though?" He let out a bit of a growl to clear his throat before deciding to cut straight to the chase: you’d come here in the middle of the night, in the rain, by yourself. As much as he was being an idiot right now, the amount of times he’d told you to not do any of those things, pleaded with you even, was making you look like the delirious one in his eyes. Miles was being stubborn, but he knew you were worse.

“You insane…?” he muttered, taking a step away from the bag. “Did Aaron tell you to come here or sumn’?"

"No, he was supposed to be with you," you shot back, eyes narrowing at him from under your hood before thunder bellowed from all around. The rain was growing into a loud static noise, and your voice was muffled as your expression grew more exasperated. "You came home 3 days ago and you didn't even text me. Yeah, I probably should've texted you, and I tried, but now you're here training alone again when your mom thinks you're with Aaron and—"

"You come here to scold me?" His jaw crunched a little as he tried to keep the annoyance out of his voice. Miles wasn’t trying to be mad at you — he was just mad in general. It just so happened to be in your direction right now.

“Huh? No, I came here because you scared the hell out of me — and Aaron told me to not let you break into his place.”

If it was supposed to be funny, the laugh he let out was anything but amused. At least Aaron wasn’t here for him to disappoint too, or get a weirdly-phrased life lesson from, or both. “Well I’m not breakin’ in, and I told you, I’m good, so I don’t get why you’re still here.”

You stepped a little closer, and Miles’ heels dug into the ground to keep himself from moving. “Isn’t it obvious? Or are you just being difficult on purpose?”

“Difficult?” he mirrored dryly, trying to push back the growing exhaustion clouding his head.

“Can you not just take a break for once? It’s over, Miles; you already won—”

“I didn’t win.” The walls echoed with his voice, words having escaped on their own. It wasn’t at you, but he didn’t know what he was mad at, resolve fading as he watched your face straighten with realisation.

“Don’t tell me that’s why you’re here…”

His fingers unconsciously clawed into the boxing glove, pain shoot through his hand. Nothing came out of his mouth, but his silence was loud — incriminating. That was the reason, right? That he didn't win?

“Kid didn’t stand a chance.” What was the point of you being here?

“A one-punch concussion — on a newbie, no less.” It was over, like you said.

“It’s a shame, I bet on him too.” Everyone had given up on him.

“You should be resting right now— you’re shaking, Miles.” So why wouldn't you?

“No ‘m not…” is all he could muster, flexing his shoulders uncomfortably. Your hand was on his arm before he could realise, and he was met with a stern look as he tried to keep his gaze from shaking too.

The velcro on his gloves crunched as you started undoing them, and he couldn’t bring himself to stop you. It’s not like he had the energy.

“You coulda’ got hurt on your way here.” The croak in his voice made him sound more hopeless than reprimanding as you slipped off the first glove, pausing half-way down his palm. His bare palm.

“…I could’ve got hurt?” Miles held back a sigh as he was made to look at his own hand. Bruised, blackened, branded with anger — it hurt more to look at it than anything. “You didn’t wear your wraps?”

The other glove slid off, revealing the fresh, festering swelling coming from his middle knuckle — the aftermath of that sickening cracking noise. You took his curled hand, easing up his middle finger and making him hiss under his breath.

“Think you can straighten it?” you muttered, gently trying to do it yourself only to lose his hand from your grip.

“’S gonna be fine,” he mumbled, eyes fixed to the side as his hand closed back up.

“It won’t if you can’t move it properly.”

“You a doctor now?”

“Nah, but your mom’s a nurse.” You carefully held his hand by palm, thumb tracing over the tender, split skin, his fingers wrapping around the side of your hand in futile protest. He’d have to bother his mom again — he didn’t even think about that. “You basically just punched yourself.”

Everything you were saying was right — it always was. He hated that fact.

“You a boxing expert too?” he thought to retort.

“Thought that was supposed to be you.” Miles’ eyes narrowed, and yours narrowed in response. “I don’t get it, baby...” you sighed, shaking your head a little as you put down the gloves to the side.

Baby. His breath almost hitched. You were dating, and it didn’t even seem like it anymore. Not after all those weeks apart. The word didn’t even feel endearing, it was condescending, like he didn’t deserve it. Maybe he was being a baby, and maybe he always had been. You were the one who always had to drag him out of this make-shift gym. Right now was no different, except…

“…Why are you still doing this?” he heard you mutter, still turned away with his hand in your grip. You didn’t even know the half of it.

“Why are you still here?” His hand tried to slip away again, but you only took it by the wrist instead, now facing him.

“Why won’t you answer my questions, Miles?” Your voice deadened into a whisper, only serving to frustrate him.

“I don’t know why you care so much.” He let out a quiet huff, staring at your hand when your grip ceased to relax.

“I care because you look like you’re about to pass out and I can’t let my boyfriend kill himself over something stupid—”

“I’m not killing myse—” A pained groan escaped his mouth as you ruthlessly pushed up his injured finger.

“Don’t push me, Miles.” Oh, you were serious.

“You’re pushin’ sumn’,” he strained through gritted teeth. “Mierda… quit it already.”

The pain tore on another moment, and he was just now realising how bad it actually hurt. All you were doing was staring at him, brows knitted together. “Cariño, please…” he whispered, a wince forming on his face.

Your hand loosened, and he let out a quiet, frustrated, somewhat relieved sigh.

Still a sucker for nice words... He didn’t say them as much as he would’ve liked.

“You need to take a time out,” you stated after a beat of silence. The expression on your face was serious again, killing any sense of tenderness you might’ve shown.

He freed his hand from your grip with the opportunity, before giving you a dubious look. “Like, for kids?”

“Like for boxers, dumbass.” Your gaze followed his retreating hand for a moment before falling back on his eyes. “But if you want me to treat you like a kid…”

“I’m good.” Another roar of thunder rang out before he could add anything, and the rain was so heavy that anything you could see from the windows became a blur.

“…You got your jacket?” you suggested, without much hope.

The idea only made Miles’ eyes squeeze shut again. A shallow exhale left him, and he tried not to let his fatigue cloud his judgement. If he kept talking stupid to you, he’d probably have worse to worry about than a broken knuckle. “You think imma go outside?”

All you could do was sigh. It seemed like the two of you would be in “time out” for a while.

🕸️🔭👾

thank you for reading part 2 soon but then again its not my fav fic in the world 💔 i rewrote this like 8 trillion times and it still wasn't clicking for me 😭 idk i just got sick of editing it again and again

this isn't as short as my usual fics because i felt like i needed to add context... I've never written an au or anything remotely original so this is just yeah... im tryna figure it out! i have . too much lore for this au

reblogs appreciated lmk if you did like it (i hope this is someone's cup of tea lmao)

catch my atsv masterlist here !

#miles 42 x reader #42!miles morales x reader #42 miles morales #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles 42 #earth 42 miles x you #miles g morales x reader #earth 42 miles x reader #miles g morales #miles gonzalo morales #atsv fanfiction #across the spiderverse #atsv x you #42!miles x reader #atsv #prowler miles x you #prowler miles x reader #prowler miles #vhstown

699 notes · View notes

avocado-writing · 5 months

Note

Hi bestie. I would love some angst with Astarion and Tav(reader) where a shape changer turns into one of them to hurt the other and the aftermath of the hurt and the victim convinced it was real until they talk it through and make up? Sorry if that didnt really make sense

notes: none! just some angst set start of act 3. rating: T

pairing: Astarion x reader

You have a horrid feeling in the pit of your stomach as Astarion appears before you. Withers senses something in the air, something loaded, and decides to turn and count his coin; he doesn’t want to interrupt what’s about to come.

Or more likely he doesn’t want to get caught in the crossfire.

The way Astarion is staring at you… gods. You feel a tight grip in your chest as a thousand emotions flit over his face. Hurt. Betrayal. Anger. Confusion. Before you can open your mouth he shoves past you, making a beeline for his tent.

“Astarion, wait - !”

He doesn’t, so you have to jog a little to keep up. Go to put a hand on his arm, think better of it. Don’t want to upset him any further with unwanted physical touch.

“Please - ”

“Oh, now you want to talk? Suddenly changed your mind after treating me like a bloody pincushion? I thought you were…” he trails off for a second, before finishing with, “I’ve got nothing to say to you,” he sneers, eyes solidly focussed in front of him, acting as if you weren’t even there.

That stings. But of course he’s angry, he doesn’t know the whole story. You battle through the hurt and manage to stand in front of him, blocking his path and finally getting him to meet your gaze.

“It wasn’t me! It was a gods-damned Doppelganger!”

He stops. Good. That got his attention.

Your mind flits back to the other night, the horrid scene as your adventuring party for the day made it back to camp, when you figured all your companions were asleep - a horrid, faux-copy of you with a deadly blade sunk deep into your vampire’s neck. Given the secluded nature of the spot, the “two of you” may have been in the middle of a private moment. He was ripped open from several stab wounds, pale body bathed in garnet blood, and after a loud fight woke the rest of the camp…

Well. After that everyone worked on bringing him back as quickly as possible, even though you were shaking from shock and sobs.

Astarion searches your face. He’s looking for a tell. He’s looking for the slightest indication that you actually were the one tearing him to pieces. You want to tell him how stupid that is. Of course you’d never hurt him, change your mind and try to dispose of him in the worst way you could (and if you did, why bring him back?) You’d hoped he’d trusted you more than that. But, being in Baldur’s Gate, with Cazador so close… well, it’s no wonder that nerves are frayed. Logic has gone out the window until he can be forced to hear it.

“It must have been Orin. You know how she’s been hounding us. She probably saw how close we were, and decided to… well, try to hit us where it would hurt. And I hate it. I hate that she used my body to trick you like that.”

Ah. That he understands. You can see Astarion turn this over in his mind, and with a small exhale he releases all the tension in his body. The obvious relief is quickly plastered over with a light laugh and the affectation of his usual laissez-faire attitude.

“Oh. Well. Don’t I look like quite the fool, hmm? You know what they say about assumptions. They make an ass of you and… well, I’d say me, but usually that’s usually a rather difficult accomplishment.”

He’s trying to hide how genuinely hurt he was. The idea that you could turn on him broke him a little, you think. That you’d use him and discard him so casually… it breaks your heart. Carefully you reach out to take his hand. You feel him flinch just a tiny bit but he accepts the gesture.

“I’m so sorry she got to you. I won’t let it happen again. I’d never, ever hurt you, Astarion. You know that I…”

The end of that sentence hangs between you, heavy, pregnant. But thankfully, rather than chasing the end of it, Astarion pulls you to him. His arms wrap around you and you feel the softness in his embrace.

“I know. I know you do.”

And you hold him. Knowing you’d move the cosmos to keep him safe.

#astarion x reader #astarion x you #astarion x tav #my writing #Request

291 notes · View notes

thefireintheshadow · 3 months

Text

He’d done it. He’d gotten his mending book.

[authors note: this seems like a cute little fic about grian and his mending book but it is in fact a dark mafia fic jsyk…]

Grian couldn’t believe it had finally happened. It was so surreal that he wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself.

He went through the motions of cleaning himself up. It felt good to shave, see some color on his cheeks. Even his eyes were brighter.

When he returned to the dock to clean up all of his fishing gear, there was a silhouette in the setting sun. He couldn’t make out who it was, a broad frame almost haloed in glittering red.

“Hello, Grian.”

He squinted. “Beef?” As he grew closer, he could make out the source of the glittering, a suit that appeared to be crafted from salmon scales. “Wow.”

“Been doing a lot of fishing lately?” Beef asked, running a hand up one of the pillars of the little hut.

Something felt off in Grian’s gut. Something in his friend’s tone felt…predatory. It couldn’t be. This was Beef. He was one of the sweetest guys around. “You could say that,” he said, trying to keep his tone light. “But I’m all good now, got my mending book.”

“Is that so?” Beef cocked a brow, and stuck both hands in his pockets, as if on a casual stroll. Something in his gait screamed danger, though, and was this just too much time spent in death games? Was this overflow from Secret Life and Demise and—

Beef stopped on the block over Grian’s storage room. No.

“Why don’t you come on downstairs?” Beef asked, but it was hardly a request. “Because somehow I don’t think you’re all good.”

He pulled out a handful of seeds and composted them, disappearing through the floor.

Grian’s pulse thundered in his ears. What the hell was going on? How did Beef find out about his secret area? And what the hell was up with that suit? His head spun.

On the surface this would look like a fun prank. A bit.

But it didn’t feel like a bit. It didn’t feel fun.

He didn’t want to go down there.

But something told him he needed to, some instinct buried deep. Though surely Beef just wanted to make a deal for something in the chests down there, right?

Heart hammering, he composted and dropped down.

But there was nobody there. His guts twisted. Beef meant down downstairs. This was getting weirder and weirder, and that sense of danger felt sharper and heavier.

He dropped down into the cave and his heart ceased to work.

He couldn’t quite register at first the tableau in front of him. His gaze zeroed in on Mumbo’s face, beautiful skin marred by blood and tears.

“Grian! They’ve gone-” Mumbo cried, but his words choked off on a scream as a sickening snap echoed and suddenly time seemed to stop.

Grian’s ears buzzed, as if no other senses other than his sight were capable of working at a time. Mumbo was on his knees, hands behind his back, face twisted in pain. Skizz stood behind him, muscled arms gleaming as he took the kneeling man’s disheveled hair in one of his fists.

Skizz didn’t look quite right, though. His eyes were too big, almost bulbous, and too far apart. His face shone with what Grian had at first thought was sweat, but no, it was as if his skin were made of…scales? And nowhere was that soft, sweet, fun-loving Skizz energy. He looked maniacal. A maniacal, half-mutated fish man.

And Beef. Beef in his salmon-scaled suit, still cool as a cucumber, hands in his pockets, watching the scene with detachment.

Grian sucked in a deep, ragged breath as his lungs screamed for air, and time seemed to start again, his brain somehow catching up with the fact that he couldn’t just watch the scene forever.

“Walk with me, Grian,” Beef said, strolling towards the redstone door.

“No!” Grian cried, his entire body quivering. “What are you doing to Mumbo? Skizz!” He took a step forward, but in a flash, Skizz jerked Mumbo’s head back, exposing the tender flesh of his throat, and pressed a glittering diamond sword against it.

“I already broke his wrist, want another lesson?” he warned, and something was wrong with his voice, it sounded so distorted.

“My associate here will take good care of Mumbo,” Beef said as the door opened. “I’d like you to show me this room.”

Grian swallowed hard, staring at Mumbo with desperate eyes, the man he cared about most in this world, the man he’d do anything for. Somehow, somehow he’d fucked up and now Mumbo was in pain and there was fucking nothing he could do. Why hadn’t he brought any weapons down here? Why hadn’t he acted on his instincts up there…god.

A drop of crimson beaded on Mumbo’s throat, and he hissed in pain.

“You’d better go, your little friend has thin skin,” Skizz warned gleefully.

“I’m going, I’m going,” Grian said, forcing his feet to move, one in front of the other, towards Beef, towards the door…away from Mumbo. “Please stop hurting him.” The words came out so disgustingly weak sounding, and he hated it. He wanted to press his thumbs into Skizz’s mutant eyes until they popped out of his fucking head, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t do anything.

Skizz lowered the sword at least, and Grian scurried after Beef into the manifest room.

“Tell me about this,” Beef said once the door closed behind them, spreading his arms.

“It’s my…my manifesting mending room,” Grian said, and it sounded so stupid now. He had to admit he’d gone a little batshit with all of that fishing, with his obsession. What did this have to do with Beef and Skizz, though?

Beef pursed his lips, shaking his head. “It looks to me like a cod-worshipping room,” he said.

Grian’s blood rushed through his ears. Was this what this was all about? Types of fish? “No, they were just, easier to build statues of,” he insisted. “The color palette-”

“I don’t believe you,” Beef snarled, and his blazing anger was so jarring after being calm for the entire exchange. “Big Cod is trying to get a foothold here and my employer is not going to let that happen.”

“What are you talking about?” Grian asked, head spinning. “This is literally just for me, you can see my painting at the other end-”

“I saw the painting,” Beef interrupted, turning his back, clasping his hands there, walking down the platform to look at the painting in question. “Quite an expensive piece, for a fisherman.”

Grian scrubbed his hands down his face. “Well I’m not just a fisherman-”

“No, you’re not,” Beef said, whirling on his heel. “You know, my original thought when I was tasked with eliminating the cod threat was just to blow this whole thing to hell with you inside it.” He raised a finger. “But I thought, no need to make such a mess. I think I can bring you to heel with the right motivation.”

As if in cue, the redstone door opened, and Skizz dragged Mumbo in, shoving him back to his knees. His nose was freshly bleeding, and he looked about to collapse completely.

“Beef, please, whatever you think this is, it’s not,” Grian begged, whirling back towards him. “I swear I don’t know anything about…big cod-I just-”

There was a thump and Mumbo groaned.

Grian whirled again as Skizz pressed his boot against the man’s back, shoving him into the floor.

“Stop hurting him!” Grian cried, turning back to Beef. “Please, what do you need me to do? Just stop hurting him!”

Beef reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigar – since when did he smoke? – and flicked a zippo, taking his time lighting it evenly. He puffed, then tossed the zippo over his shoulder, landing it neatly at the bottom of the painting.

It went up quickly. Grian watched the flames, swallowing hard. He was happy to trade the painting for Mumbo’s safety, but it was still hard to watch it go up like that.

“Since you have your mending book, you won’t be needing that anymore,” Beef said, smoke trailing as he strolled up the walkway, free hand back in his pocket. “And since you’re certainly not working for Big Cod, you won’t need this room anymore. Dismantle it. Destroy it.” He pointed at Grian, cigar smoldering between his fingers. “I will be checking. And you don’t want to have this meeting again, do you? Who could I motivate you with next? Gem? Or how about Scar?”

Grian shook his head vigorously. “No, you don’t have to motivate me, I’ll do it.” He took a step back. “Please, just let Mumbo go and I’ll do it right now.”

Beef patted him on the cheek, chuckling as the sickly-sweet smoke made him cringe. “Yes you will,” he said, and stalked past him, snapping his fingers on his way by Skizz. “Kill him.”

Grian screamed, launching himself towards them, but he was too late, Skizz stabbed Mumbo through the back of the skull and Grian landed on the hard floor, next to the bundle of bloodied ropes left behind.

“I don’t want to see your face on the surface until it’s done,” Beef said as Skizz crossed the threshold. “Or else.”

The door closed, leaving Grian alone and sobbing on the floor.

[read on ao3]

#I couldn’t help it #hermitshipping #grumbo #hermitblr #hermitcraft #brainrot #fanfic #hermitcraft fanfic #grumbo fanfic #big salmon #big salmon fanfic #ao3 #dark fanfic #dark salmon #salmon mafia #what are these tags idk

184 notes · View notes

afriendlyblackhottie · 1 year

Text

Breakup to Make Up

Summary: Chris is tired of pretending he doesn’t want you.

Pairings: frat boy! Chris Evans x black!reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, unprotected sex, arguing, make up sex

(A/N: long time no see 😭 this took me forever to finish, but we’re finally here! Maybe a little rushed at the end cuz I just really really wanted to post something. Anyway please like, follow, and reblog with comments. Thank you 💜✌🏾)

—————————————————

He wondered if you could feel him watching your every move. Eyes trailing up and down that body. Thinking about how it had been way too long since he’d seen it with nothing on. Three weeks to be exact. Fuck had you been mad at him.

He knows he shouldn’t have freaked out over your little friend or whatever but so what he was jealous. Yeah, yeah it made him a hypocrite or whatever but it’s not like you didn’t know about Britt.

And after that night it’s not like they’d been fucking around. Britt had ‘needed time to think.’ The two of them really only keeping up with appearances.

But he’d done it.

Finally.

Broke up with her.

Sure he knew the shit storm that would ensue was going to be not great. When her parents find out all hell would probably break loose. Her mother had big plans for them.

Ya know the whole big wedding. Where they move into a giant home in a suburb of Boston to be the perfect New England family. Chris was supposed to go off and be this guy that everyone was expecting him to be.

But what about what he wanted him to be. Maybe he didn’t want to think about what he was supposed to do. What about what he wanted to do.

Right now he wanted you.

Even if you were acting like couldn’t see him. It seemed like you’d been avoiding social settings. Which made sense, considering Britt’s sorority seemed to have it out for you even more than they did before.

It wasn’t like people hadn’t known about the argument over beer pong. Had been calling you trashy and shit. As if Britt wasn’t completely trying to egg you on. It’s just normally you wouldn’t have stood up for yourself as you usually tried to brush her off but then it was like how dare you not kiss the queen bee’s ass.

He was tired of dating a bully. It made him look like an ass too. Then you had the nerve to look so fucking sexy telling her off. Made him remember the moment he sunk into you. Chris didn’t even know sex could feel like that. Then he found himself envelopes in your warmth and now he couldn’t go back. So yeah sorry if you made him a little crazy.

Even still you’d done a great job at ignoring him. Had clearly blocked his number. Thought you were getting away from him. Clearly you didn’t know who you were fucking with because Chris had no intention of just letting you go and what giving someone else the chance to touch you? Over his dead body.

He’d been letting you play your little games and act like this but he was tired of it. He needed to get what was his. You were his.

Finally your eyes were connected. Though you tried to look away all quickly. And yet they still kept making their way to his. No way you were still mad at him.

Found himself chuckling when one of his frat brothers came up to you to start talking. Yeah fucking right. As if you’d show Preston any fucking attention.

So why the fuck were you giving him your number.

————

Ever since that day, Chris found himself more irritated than usual as he saw the way Preston had hung around you. Like a little fucking fly just buzzing around his favorite piece of dessert.

Grossed him the fuck out. Made him want to hit something. You had to be doing this on purpose, right? Was trying to get under his skin.

So what he couldn’t help himself. He needed to talk to you. “What, Chris?” You asked him all flat. Arms crossed. As if you were really sick of him.

“Cut the shit,” he said, leaning against the doorframe. Surprised you even answered the door of your dorm. Of course he saw you left and needed to make sure you were home and not who knows where with Preston of all people especially. Couldn’t stand the idea of that dweeb hanging around you. Around what was his. Even if you didn’t want to admit it to yourself. “What’s going on between you and Preston?” He asked.

You found yourself scoffing. “That is none of your business.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? It’s not? So you’re saying if I were to push you back into your room and take those cute little shorts down I’m not gonna find a wet pussy underneath it?”

Your eyes narrowed at this. He really had some damn nerve. Shrugged you answered, “Maybe. Just because you turn me on doesn’t mean I’m yours.”

Chris bit his tongue. Eyes trailing up down your body. Had you been waiting for someone. Seemed like you were dressed for a dick appointment.

“Chris, what’re you doin’ here?” Preston’s voice could be heard behind him and he immediately thought about turning around to punch him in the face. Instead his eyes connected with yours in a snarl.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Chris asked.

“Preston, what are you doing here?” You asked at the same time.

“Wanted to see if you had the notes from chem,” he said, looking between the two of you. “Remember.”

“Oh,” you shook your head. “Yeah just let me grab ‘em.”

Chris raised an eyebrow. So if you weren’t dressed like this for him then who were you dressed like this for. He followed you into your room, glancing behind you as he came to sit on your bed. Damn sure wasn’t leaving now that he was here. Not after seeing Preston here.

You took him the notes and Chris could hear you exchanging thank you’s before closing the door. “Who the hell do you think you are?” You snapped at him.

“No who the hell do you think you are?” He repeated. “What were you hoping something would happen with Preston of all fucking people?”

“I didn’t say that!” You exploded. “Why am I even explaining anything to you. Weren’t not together. You have a girlfriend!”

“I broke up with her!” He finally admitted.

Chris couldn’t hold it in anymore. Had hated that the two of you hadn’t been talking as is and now there it was. All out on the table. Shit.

Your jaw hung open at his confession. Chest thumping. “W-what?” You asked, unsure if you misheard him.

“I broke up with Britt,” he repeated. “After our fight, I don’t know,” he looked away from you not able to handle the way you were looking at him with those big eyes, “I guess I realized you were right. That it wasn’t fair.”

Crossing your arms in front of your chest, sitting down beside him. Not that you knew what to say. Sure you’d thought about this moment a fuck ton of times, but never thought it would actually happen. Men like Chris didn’t actually leave their girlfriends for their side chicks. Or that’s what you’d been telling yourself to get over it.

“Just figured why the hell do I keep wasting time with her when I-,” he cut himself off trying to even figure out what he was trying to say. Those words on the tip of his tongue but it wasn’t easy. “Then I come here and you’re dressed like this and here comes Preston I-,”

“Chris, it… I didn’t know he was coming by,” you went on to say. “Not that you’d have any right to be mad anyway.”

That made him look at you, head snapping in your direction. “Watch it, Y/N,” he said. “Just because we were fighting doesn’t mean you weren’t mine.”

“We weren’t fighting I broke up with you,” you said.

“No,” he said. “Sure I gave you your space, but you did not break up with me. And I better not find out that you’ve been with anyone sense.”

You glared at him. Crossing your arms as you looked away. Only for him to put his hand under your chin to make you look back at him. “I’m not your property.”

“I didn’t call you property. I would never call you that. You are my woman, though. And I better never find out that anyone else got to have you.” He got closer to whisper into your ear. Fuck you were finally so close to him. At least you were only in your dorm wearing a skimpy little thing like this. Actually… “Whats with what you’re wearing anyway.”

“Not that it’s any of your business-,” you started to say only for him to drop his hand to your neck to give you a warning squeeze.

“Everything you do is my business,” he corrected.

You rolled your eyes. “My roommates out with her boyfriend so I decided to have a nice romantic night in with myself,” you finished.

Which in his head all he heard you say was that you had the whole place to yourselves. No Preston to interrupt. Not you running off to some little study buddy either. He didn’t give a shit about your nasty attitude. Could fuck you through that. Would have you acting sweeter than a peach after he fucked it out of you.

“Anything else you need to know, Warden,” you said, trying to sound all snooty. He’d had it up to here with you, though. Yanking you into him so you’d lay across his lap. “Hey!”

“I’d watch how you talk to me if I were you. Sure my frat brothers probably know how much of a slut you are, but you want your neighbors to know too?”

“We ca- Chris!” You gasped as he cupped your ass. Putting his thumb in between your ass cheek to really get a grip on it. Yeah he’d never go that long without touching you like this ever again. See why he couldn’t help get jealous. He was fucking crazy about you. All of you.

“What was that?” He taunted, hand coming up so he could deliver a sharp slap to the globe of your ass cheek. Gasping again and hips jumping up. “That’s what I thought,” he said when he realized you weren’t talking back for once. “Gonna watch your fucking mouth now, huh?”

You didn’t say anything. Just laid with your head against the mattress. Almost like you were trying to hide from him.

Chris laid a smack on your ass before groping you. “Let’s get it clear, Sweetheart. You’re mine. Your pussy is mine. Your body is mine. Even your fucking heart is mine.” He grabbed you by your hair to pull your head up so he could bring your face up to his. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Chris, I-,” you whimpered, a stray tear falling. Hated how turned on you were.

He’d cut you off by grabbing your ass again, sharply. “Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?” He asked. Not giving a shit about what excuse you were ready to come up with.

You nodded, bottom lip trembling. Chris let out an irritated breath. All he wanted to do was love you right now. Kiss you. Show you how much he’d been missing you. Instead here you were playing little fucking games.

He put his hand against your jaw. Pulling you into his mouth. “What? You can’t speak?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. “You gotta problem?”

You shook your head but Chris could hear you sniffle. Ah shit. Instead of keeping it going he pulled you up. Pulling you into his lap.

“I th-though-thought you-you didn’t wa-want m-me,” you were sobbing into his shoulder. Except he couldn’t exactly understand you.

He wrapped his arms around you. Rocking you back and forth. “Shhh, Baby. Its okay. I got you. I’m sorry.” He said anyway. Whispering into your ear. Squeezing you so you had to get as close as possible to him.

“I thought you didn’t want me,” you repeated, much more clear this time. Tears still streaming down your face.

Chris furrowed his brow. Hating those words as soon as they left your mouth. “Never, Baby. I just didn’t know what to do. Wanted to have my cake and eat it, too.”

“What about you and Britt?” You asked with a sniffle.

“We’re done, Baby. I promise. There’s no one else,” he whispered in your ear, kissing behind your earlobe. “I’m all yours.”

You nodded, pulling away as your lip trembled. “Promise?”

“I promise,” he replied leaning in to press a plump kiss to your lips. Only meaning for it to be quick except he couldn’t bring himself to pull away. Had been too fucking long since he’d tasted you.

Chris laid back, taking you with him. Lips moving against each other. Fuck he missed this. Hands going to your ass to squeeze you. Needing to feel you all over. Can’t believe he went this long.

“Chris,” you moaned against his mouth. Fucking music to his ears. He turned you over in your bed so he was on top. Making sure to get nice and situated between your thighs.

Pinning your hands down with his as he felt himself getting harder. Needed you fucking bad. That’s why he couldn’t help himself when he came over here. Had been sick of waiting for you to come to him. If he needed to chase you so be is.

His bicep curled around your thigh. Not able to stop himself from finally fucking doing it. If anything it shouldn’t have taken him this long. Couldn’t help it with his stubborn ass.

“Chris,” you whimpered as his lips began to trail your neck. Back arching so you pressed into him deeper. Tits getting squished against his chest. As bad as he wanted to stay like this, he wanted more. Pulling away so he could take his shirt off.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered, before kissing you quickly. “You missed me, huh.”

You nodded, throwing your arms around him. Nails trailing along his muscular back making him shiver underneath your touch. “You know I did.”

He licked his lips, kissing your again. “I missed you, too,” he confessed. Not like he hadn’t spent most of last week in denial about it. If he hadn’t seen you talking to that asshole would he have even finally got his shit together. Probably not. The jealousy had eaten him up.

Especially since he’d been trying to give Britt the time she asked for. Didn’t want to be a complete and total dick. Too bad he wanted his girl. So now he finally had you right where he wanted you. Underneath him. Ready for a taste when-

“Y/N, have you seen my-,” a voice interrupted the two of you. Making you pull away quickly as your roommate stopped when she saw. “Shit! Sorry!” She backed out, closing the door behind her.

You pushed against him so you could get up. Chris groaned, realizing how fucking hard he was. Had been ready to claim you all over again and now you were getting up to go after her to ask what she wanted. Definitely embarrassed by the shy look on your face when you came back. “She forgot her card,” you mumbled when you sat back down on the bed.

“Oh,” he replied. “That’s okay. You okay?”

“Yeah I’m okay,” you replied, biting your lip.

Chris smiled. Not being able to help himself when he scooted you on his lap. Kissing your cheek. “You hungry? Want to get some food or we could hang out somewhere. Something.”

“Like, you wanna hang out in public?” You asked.

He nodded. “Yeah. No more keeping this behind closed doors, okay?”

With that you nodded too, a smile spreading on your lips. “Just let me get ready.”

“Of course, Baby.”

——————————————————-

You could really tell Chris had been trying to put in the effort. From making it clear that he was definitely your boyfriend. To you practically living in his room. Still though aside from making out the two of you hadn’t had sex and he’d been dying to take it back to that.

Seemed like every time he got close, someone would interrupt or the two of you would end up talking. Which was great, but fuck he doesn’t think his dick can live like this anymore. It was like constant blue balls 24/7.

Sometimes you’d have your ass all pressed up against him while you slept. Wondering if you could feel him under you. Had been wearing a pair of panties underneath the shirt he let you borrow. Which had risen up so his cock could be pressed up right against your soft skin.

He doesn’t think he’d been this horny since he first hit puberty. Not like you’d be mad at him if he slid in. If anything he knew you’d take it. You always took it. Except then you got your period and while he didn’t give a shit, you did and told him you didn’t want your first time again to be like that.

At least he got to be with you in public now. Didn’t care who saw him hold your hand. Kissed you wherever he felt like, whenever he wanted. And you and your best friend seemed happy dragging him and her boyfriend everywhere. Even out to lunch where you were sitting way to close to him. Feeling all over his thigh.

“Unless you’re trying to start something, I suggest you stop,” he said, into your ear.

“Maybe I am,” you whispered back to him before kissing his cheek.

“Oh well, isn’t this cute,” a familiar voice interrupted you, making your heads snap up.

Chris groaned as soon as he saw his ex standing there glaring down at them. Three of her little minions beside her. “Britt,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Cut the shit, Christopher,” she snapped. “Look, I played nice when I knew you were fucking her behind my back-,”

You interrupted his ex with a cackle. Not able to help yourself. “Was it really behind your back?” You tilted your head to the side. “Not like you weren’t there.”

“Wait, what?” Your roommate gasped, suddenly everyone turning to look at her.

“Tell ‘em, Britt,” you said with a shrug. “About how you dared me to fuck your boyfriend and saw that I did it better than you and I fucked him so good he saw that he didn’t need to put up with your shit anymore.”

It had been clear you’d been waiting to get some things off your chest to her. Not that Chris could blame you. Britt had no business messing with you before and now look.

Britt’s jaw dropped as her friends turned to her. “You did what?” One of them asked with a raised eyebrow, almost like she wanted to laugh. The one Chris had been telling her was not her friend of all people.

Chris looked over at you. Shocked by your reaction. He knew you didn’t like Britt, but he’d never seen you like this. It was kind of hot seeing you stick up for yourself. Laying claim to him.

“Chris! You’re just gonna let her talk to me like that?” She gasped, stomping her foot.

“It’s not like she’s lying,” he replied. You sat beside him with a smirk. Leaning over to kiss behind his ear. Kind of enjoying you like this. That’s when he put his hand on your thigh , squeezing it.

Britt stomped away. Her friends not too far behind. Then he found himself trying to rush so the two of you could get the fuck out of there and back to his bedroom. Was tired of waiting and shit.

“Chris!” You squealed as he picked you up, pushing your back into the wall.

“Looked so fucking hot,” he said, making you gasp as his lips had went to your neck, must have been trying to leave you a hickey with the way he was sucking on your neck. “Need you so bad.”

“I didn’t tell you, but I got off my period this morning,” you said, biting your lip.

“You weren’t going to tell me?” He asked.

You shrugged. “Wanted to see how long you could go?”

Chris smacked your ass. Leaving his hands there so he could spread your ass cheeks apart. Ready to give it to you like he’d been missing. Sure he could have made your first time together again special and it would be, but the candles and rose petals would have to wait for another time.

“Don’t ever do that shit again,” he said into to it ear. “You hear me?”

You nodded before smashing your lips to his. Hands feeling all over his muscles in his shoulders. Not able to help yourself. Wanting to be close to him. Couldn’t believe he was finally all yours. Hadn’t even realized you were in his room until he laid you down in his bed.

“Missed you, Baby,” he said, flipping over so you could be on top of him. Straddling him around his waist as his hands went back to your ass.

“I missed you, too,” you whimpered, grinding against him. Needing to feel the friction. Pussy getting wetter as you spoke. “Please,” you preened.

“What do you want, Baby?” He asked, helping you remove your top.

“I want you. Want you so bad,” you moaned, as his lips went to your chest. Nipping and sucking and biting. Making you gasp for him as you lowered yourself so you were right over his dick. The friction making your jaw drop open as you didn’t stop. “Fuck, fuck me. Please.”

“I should make you beg for it since you made me wait this long,” he said, putting his thumb against your crotch. Ready to take off your pants. Putting you on your back once again so he could do that. “I don’t even know if you can handle it.”

Not like you didn’t agree. How the hell were you going to take him. It had been too long since you did and while you’d spent plenty of nights thinking about it, you were almost scared to try. Maybe that’s why you’d been welcoming every distraction. Don’t know if you were ready to be split open again.

Though, right now you’re not really sure you had much of a choice. Not with the hunger in his eyes. You’d denied him for far too long.

He started kissing down your body. Bringing your legs up so that he could get situated between your thighs. Knew he finally had you right where he wanted you.

“Chris,” you cried, hands going to your hair as he started licking you up. Wanted to get you properly wet first. Had to so you could take him properly. He knew as soon as he slid in there was no way he was holding back.

He peeked up at you, watching your face screw all up before throwing your head back. Moaning his name and moving your hips. Chris put his hands on your thighs, holding you down. Had you right where he wanted you and he wasn’t about to let you fuck that up.

“You’re gonna make me-,” you stopped with a gasp, “Christopher!” You breathed. “Shit, Chris. Fuck. Chris!” Eyes rolling back as it finally happened, juices cascaded into his mouth. “Ugh!”

Seeing you like this, fuck he couldn’t wait anymore. Needed to be inside of you now. As he kissed up your body, he hoped to leave a few hickies in his wake. Getting to your lips and making sure his kiss was deep.

Pushing your legs apart with his knees as he got situated between you. Pinning your hands down with his as he used his hips to guide his dick towards your entrance. “Fuck!” You gasped as he pushed the tip in. Head going back into the pillow underneath. A furrow creasing in your brow as you looked down between you.

Chris put his hand under your chin so you had to move your face back up. Eyes locked into each other. Licking your lips as your words had been caught in your throat as he went in deeper. Almost not even wanting to give you time to adjust, but this was your first time in a long time.

Unlike the real first time, it was just the two of you. Sure that’s how things had ended up anyway after Britt realized he’d never been like that with her. He’d wanted to feel bad about it, but hell it’s not like she hadn’t put him in that position in the first place. Literally. If she hadn’t been bugging you, you wouldn’t have ended up under him. Taking him in a way she never did.

Sure he tried to hold on for old times sake, but after he found out how she’d been it was hard for him to look past it. What did he look like dating a fucking bully. If anything he kind of owed you for all the shit you put up with. Not that you clearly had any problem with fighting back. Fuck that shit was so sexy.

Chris kissed your neck, listening to you moan as he thrusted his hips. Fuck you felt better than he remembered. Not like those same thoughts weren’t crossing your mind. Couldn’t believe you were like this after that time apart.

Had been so sure you could move on and you wanted to. Really did. Except he kept creeping into your head. Thinking about him like this. The way he fucked you like he owned your pussy and to be honest, he did. Even when you were broken up.

At this point everything between you had been an open secret in your frat. Hell, even when you tried to flirt with Preston he laughed and said he didn’t want to get punched for fucking around with you.

Didn’t even want to try being with someone else. How could you when you were pretty sure no other man could fuck you like this. He’d officially ruined you.

“Harder,” you whined into his ear, clawing at his back. Had been trying to be close to you, but fuck it. He missed you for a reason. The nice and tender shit was cute, but it had been too goddamn long.

Chris flipped you over to grab you by your hips. Making sure your ass was in the air right where he wanted it. You braced yourself as you felt him guide into you again. Squeezing your eyes shut as he bottomed out. Body trembling as you forced yourself to take his dick. “Fuck!” You sobbed into the sheets.

He rolled his hips just now he knew you liked. Exactly how he’d been thinking about. Looking down to see the way you’d started to cream around him.

Trying to give you exactly what you asked for. “You’re- you’re gonna- you’re- I’m gonna fucking cum, Chris!” You looked back at him. One of your hands going to your breasts as you played with your nipples. The extra stimulation making you clench around him.

“That’s my fucking girl,” he groaned, slapping your ass. “Fucking cum for me. I want everyone in the house to hear that we’re back together. Cum for me. Want you to scream my name.”

“Chris!” You sobbed just like he wanted you to, ass shaking as you did as you were told. There’s his fucking girl. Fuck he missed you.

Lowering yourself as it became harder for you to hold yourself up. Only for him to go with you. Covering your body with his as he didn’t stop rocking into you.

Coming up to wrap a bicep around your neck. His other arm wrapping around you. Couldn’t stop himself as he manhandled you.

“Feel so fucking good,” he whispered in your ear. Nose pressed up against the side of your face.

“Chris, I- ugh you’re gonna make me cum again!” You mewled. “Fuck I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he whispered back, half wanting to stop to turn you over but not wanting to stop because he wanted to cum. He’s not really sure he had much of a choice anyway. Hips starting to stutter along.

You were just so fucking tight around him. Especially when you were ready to cum. “Fuuuuuuck, Baby,” he groaned. “Feel so fucking- you’re gonna make me- fuck!” He groaned as he did it. Unloading inside of you. Not giving a fuck about protection or anything. Not like he ever did.

Sure the two of you should be more careful, but he can’t bring himself to actually care too. Would it be the worst thing in the world if you were stuck with him? Not for him at least. You were his for the the rest of his life as far as he was concerned.

Chris didn’t move an inch to get off of you. Trying to not put all his weight on you, but at the same time he could melt. Can’t believe it’d taken him so long to get back here.

All while you clung to him. Almost like you were afraid he’d float away. As if he’d go anywhere. Chris didn’t even want to move a muscle until he rolled over so he could pull you into him.

“I love you, Baby,” he whispered, into your hair. Ready to fall asleep as you whispered back to him. Half asleep and drunk on love. Knowing the two of you were finally right where you were supposed to be. Together.

#fics by AFBH #Chris Evans smut #chris evans x poc!reader #chris evans x black reader #chris evans x female reader #Chris Evans x black!reader

950 notes · View notes

paintyoureyeswithavividmind · 1 year

Text

close to home | chapter four

plot: Daryl and the reader get to know each other in the gray hours of the morning, and he needs to decide whether or not she's a good person and someone he can trust around his family.

series masterlist

Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 2,530 Warnings: violence, blood A/N: thanks for reading!

The rain had dulled into a softer downpour, and the thunder echoed in the distance. Still, you decided to fill every possible container with rainwater. You insisted it would be less work cause it wouldn’t have to be boiled.

Daryl couldn’t exactly get a read on you. Anyone out here alone couldn’t be in the best mindset, and if you were telling the truth and you had been out by yourself since nearly the beginning, well, he couldn’t imagine the toll it had on someone. This world was hard enough without having to go at it alone.

Despite that, you seemed decent enough. He didn’t believe you to be a threat, at least not while he was awake. And he couldn’t figure out why you didn’t shoot him back in the woods when he pulled the crossbow on you. He believed any sane person would’ve. But then again, he didn’t let the arrow fly either.

The treehouse seemed okay enough, and he didn’t miss the stockpile of ammo in the room. You had quite a collection of ammo. You were just missing something to shoot it with. You had plenty of knives, though. Enough to gut someone ten times over. But you didn’t have one on you. You’d set it down. Did you trust him? Did you not care if you lived or died?

Waves of frustration rippled off him; the thunderstorm and walkers had ruined what was supposed to be a simple run. And hell, Rick wasn’t even supposed to have joined them. Not with Lori due in a few days, and the group barely has control over their cell block. They barely had enough food to keep them going, which was the only reason why they were out there in the first place. The food they got from the prisoners wouldn’t last them long, and they needed real meat.

He looked up and glanced at where you were sitting. You’d moved over to the window and pulled back the makeshift curtain, the breeze flowing in. Each time the distant lightning cracked, he could make out the features of your face since you’d moved away from the fire.

“You said you went to medical school?” Daryl asked you.

It took a moment before you realized he’d even asked a question. “I did. I was about to start my residency. Why?”

He hesitated for a moment. “You know anything about delivering babies?”

This captured your full attention, and you looked away, “Why? You due soon?”

Daryl didn’t sense the sarcasm in your tone, “Ain’t for me. Got a friend. Due in a couple days.”

You shook your head, “I don’t know much. Besides, you said you wouldn’t tell me about your group.”

Daryl snorted but didn’t say anything as he leaned back against the wall. Bringing her back, someone with medical training, that would be big. Hershel wouldn’t be alone, and you might know more about humans. Still, it’d be a risk. He didn’t know if it was worth perusing. They’d been okay with just Hershel…

“I have a group,” Daryl said, “There’s eleven of us. This is how this works. You tell me your story. Tell me who you are and what you’ve done. Maybe if everything’s good… maybe I bring you back with me.”

You continued looking out the window, and Daryl started to think you hadn’t heard him cause the silence stretched so long. But finally, you turned to look at him, “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why would you bring me back with you? You don’t know me….”

“You coulda shot me in the head, coulda left me to die in the woods. I mighta survived, I mighta. But you helped me. Even now, you sit with no weapons. You ain’t even lookin’ at me. I don’ think ya dangerous.”

You smiled sadly, “No, I’m not dangerous.”

“I tell ya what. You tell me what I wanna know. We pack this place up and go when the storm clears.”

“You just want my supplies and medical help with that baby,”

Daryl shrugged, “Maybe. But ain’t that the way the world works now.”

Again, you were silent and you looked out the window for a few minutes. Finally, you took a deep breath and looked at him. “How about this. We tell each other what we both wanna know, and I decide if I wanna trust you.”

Daryl nodded slowly, “Aight, that’s fair.”

***

The wall was cold against your skin, and the rainwater splashes made you shiver even more. The fire was dying, and the treehouse was growing darker. You slowly moved from your spot and put more logs on the fire. Then you went to grab an old can of peaches and gave Daryl another can of food too.

“I was up in Atlanta when everything happened. Liam was one of those survivalists, always thinking about the end of the world. He wasn’t crazy about it. I mean, hell, he was right. But he knew things, and he knew how to take care of himself. So when the world went to shit, we got the hell out of Atlanta. He said that if there’s a cure, he will wait it out,

“So we took off, headed down south. His parents lived around here. They didn’t make it. But this treehouse was his. He and his dad built it years ago. It used to have stairs, but we knocked them down when a dead one got up on the porch. We fixed this place up together. I’ve been here since.”

“Winter musta sucked,”

You laughed and nodded while taking another bite of your food. “It did. There’s no insulation. I got snowed in a few times. But Tora and I… we managed. It’s been just us since October, I think. I don’t know,” You shook your head, “I had some family down here too, but I checked their place out, burnt down and overrun, just like every other shithole.”

“And before? Before all this?”

“Why does it even matter? I was just a normal person. I was in school, engaged, and living the dream in Atlanta. It doesn’t matter.”

Daryl nodded, “It’s easy to think that way,”

“Not sure there’s any other way to think,” You said, “So what about you? Your group, been together before?”

He shook his head, “No, we met each other on the road. We’ve lost a few people, gained a few people too. We’re holding up nice now if we can make it work. Our leader, Rick, and his wife are pregnant. Abouta pop. We have a man that can help, but I don’t know. I figured someone else might help too.”

You nodded and looked around the treehouse. This was a place you knew before and after. A place that you loved and hated. It was home and a prison, with memories that hurt every time you stepped in. And you were alone. And you were tired.

“Your leader, Rick… will he take me?”

“He will. You helped me, you coulda killed me, and you didn’t. Plus, you got medical supplies and ammo. Our group needs both.”

You glanced at your stockpile. Your lifeline. Could you trade that? What if they took it and killed you right after?

Daryl seemed to sense your hesitation. “I could kill you right now if I wanted to. I coulda killed you too, back in the woods. Woulda been real easy to just pull the trigger. But I didn’t. I’m taking a leap of faith here, too, (Y/N).”

“Can Tora come?”

This made Daryl laugh, and he looked at the giant cat stretched out by the fire. “Yeah, yeah. We probably got a rat problem. We’ll keep her busy. Everyone pitches in. Besides, we got a kid. He’d probably love an animal around.”

You nodded and tossed the empty can aside. “I’m really familiar with the area. Been here before and after. You tell me where your camp is, and I bet I can get you there.”

“We at a prison,”

Your eyebrows rose. “I know what one you’re talking about. About twenty miles north of here, right? Liam and I saw it a while back. It was full of walkers.”

“Not anymore.”

“Big group,” You said, your stomach tight with nerves. “If they kill me, promise me you’ll make sure Tora lives.”

The archer chuckled, “No one’s gonna kill ya.”

“I have a car. About two miles north of here is Liam’s parent's house. I keep some stuff there sometimes. If no one’s broken it, we can get to it once the storm clears and the sun’s up. I’m not walking twenty miles again.”

“Me neither,”

***

Sometime in the early morning, sleep found you. When your eyes opened a few hours later, the sun had been up for at least an hour. It took a few seconds before your memory came back to you and you jumped up, looking for the stranger from yesterday.

The treehouse was empty, and your stockpile was gone. And so was Tora. “Son of a bitch,” You muttered, getting up. You grabbed your matchete and ran to the door. It was slightly ajar, and you nearly fell over when it opened so easily.

“Jesus, you tryin’ wake everythin’ up around here?” Daryl stood by the balcony's edge, lowering the baskets with some rope.

“I thought….”

“Yeah, I know what you thought, but I didn’,” Daryl said, “I was gonna wake ya up soon. Your cat brought a rabbit back.” He nodded his head behind you, and you looked back. It had already been gutted, cleaned, and cooked. You stood in disbelief for a second.

“Oh… where is she?”

“On the roof,”

You grabbed a few pieces of the tender meat and looked up to where she was gnawing on some bones. You couldn’t help but smile and shake your head at her.

“Your bag, the one you dropped by the lake. Anything important?”

“It was just water. And some clothes. Everything else is damaged from the water.” You said, going back for a few more pieces. After yesterday, you were starving.

“Good, didn’ wanna walk all the way back there,”

You nodded and took one last piece before disappearing back into the treehouse. It seemed Daryl had grabbed everything. Except on the table were a few of your personal belongings. Your gun, leg holster, ring, and a photograph of you and Liam together. Your still-wet shoes were on the floor next to the table.

Taking a deep breath, you took a photograph from the frame and folded it, then put it in your back pocket. Your attached the hostler and then looked at the ring. It wasn’t anything crazy, but it was a beautiful ring. Still, it ached your heart, and you couldn’t bring yourself to put it on. It didn’t feel right. Liam was gone. You weren’t. And you needed to think of a future where you survived, not memories that would hold you back.

After pressing a quick kiss to the ring, you laid it gently along the small fireplace’s mantle. It was newly built. It wasn’t there before. But now, the ring would sit in the treehouse where it belonged. Where it could stay forever with Liam’s spirit and memory.

“You aight?”

You looked back at Daryl and nodded, “Yeah. Let’s go.”

“It’s been quiet this morning. I think the walkers followed the storm south. The cat doesn’t seem worried.”

You nodded and walked past him. Everything you needed to bring was already on the ground. “I’ve been here almost a year. Kept me safe. It feels so final.” You said.

“We goin’ someplace better. Don’ got the time to be all wishy-washy about it.”

You chuckled at his bluntness and walked towards the rope. “Yeah, I know.”

***

Carrying all your supplies was much more difficult, and the two miles seemed to stretch forever. Each of you had bags on your shoulders and were carrying boxes of supplies. But finally, the yellow house came into view, and you sighed with relief.

You didn’t need to say anything, your reaction alone told Daryl you were there, and he felt relief too. When you approached the garage door, you looked through the glass window and banged a few times before opening it.

“I’ve picked through the house a few times. There’s really nothing to take. Anything worth taking I already did,” You said, walking over to the boxes of old Christmas decorations and donation boxes that never made it out.

Underneath a Christmas tree box were the keys to the white Jeep Wrangler, and you unlocked the car quickly. It only took another minute to get it loaded up.

“We lost the soft top a while back, left it at a storage unit in Atlanta, if I’m being honest.” You said. Suddenly your eyes widened, “Hold on, I gotta get something from the house.”

“I’ll come with ya,” Daryl said.

You glanced towards Tora, who happily sniffed all the boxes and other crap around the garage. “I’ll only be a second; watch her.”

You disappeared into the house, banging on a few walls to ensure no dead ones were around. You and Liam had locked the house up pretty tight. Just as suspected, there was nothing. And you quickly grabbed what you were looking for. On your way back, you passed another few boxes of donations and paused.

In the garage, Daryl was getting antsy. He checked the supplies and then rechecked them. He wanted to get on the road and get back to his people. He wanted to know if Rick, Glenn, and Maggie had made it. He didn’t wanna wait any longer.

Just when he was about to go look for you, you walked through the door carrying a bag in your arm and a cat carrier in the other.

“I don’t trust her not to jump out of the car,” You said, shoving the carrier in his arms. “And I got this. Figured they shouldn’t be wasted, and I didn’t know how many baby supplies you got. It’s just some clothes and a few toys. Nothing else, sadly.”

“Lori will love this,” Daryl said quietly, setting down the carrier and taking the box from you. “You might be her favorite person after this.”

You laughed as you grabbed Tora, earning a few hisses as you tried to put her in the carrier. It took two tries, but finally, she was sitting rather unhappily and a bit overstuffed. “It’s only for a little while, baby,” You said, putting the carrier in the back seat and strapping it in, all while ignoring the few hisses she gave in displeasure.

“Here,” You said, tossing the keys to Daryl. “This way, your people don’t think I got you hostage or something,”

Daryl only nodded and opened up the garage door, taking a quick look around before climbing it. You were just buckling in when the car roared to life, and he took off.

#daryl x reader #daryl dixon x reader #the walking dead daryl #twd #daryl dixon #daryl x y/n #daryl x you

441 notes · View notes

rowretro · 3 months

Text

𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘'𝖘 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖔𝖗

✧warnings: yandere/toxic themes, stalker won, violence and Gory scenes.

♡synopsis: Yang Jungwon, the campus crush, tall, handsome, and seemingly innocent to many. Hence no one knew how dangerous he truly was. However you knew, and you couldn’t tell a single soul. The man you assumed to be a sweet social butterfly with dimples like wells you’d find yourself falling through, was dangerously obsessed with you.

✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧

She didn’t hear the commotion at first, as her earphones were on a high volume, but when she saw the crowd of students looking so traumatized, horrified, some even running to the restroom to throw up, Y/n knew something was up. She arrived just as the teachers did, police officers were yet to come and investigate the bloody mess left behind in the science class. Was there perhaps a new serial killer in their neighborhood?!

The victim had multiple slits on his neck, the blade resting in his cold, dead hand. His eyeballs were also stabbed into. She backed away, not wanting to see it anymore. That boy was none other than Xiaojun, one of the seniors who had been hitting on her for a while now. Y/n gripped onto her chest wondering what could’ve happened, a little sense of guilt left behind as she remembered her last words to was to tell him to fuck off.

Jungwon smirked to himself when no one saw. He was the only one who knew. His father had connections to many gangs, he’s off the hook. He knew what happened. He’s the one who had a strong grip on Xiaojun’s wrists, making him stab his eyeballs for staring at what’s his. He’s the one who forced the dying man to draw bloody lines on his neck, making sure he was out of the picture. Y/n didn’t feel anything for Xiaojun anyway, he was annoying, none of the girls liked him as he was practically a playboy. So not many people really cared too much for him.

Eventually the police took over, taping the scene, securing any evidence and questioning the students. Jungwon was used to these by now Handling them like a pro, the police didn’t suspect him one bit. “Y/n? You ok?... you seem a little upset-” Jungwon asked as he gently caressed the girl’s back. “Oh it’s nothing, just… do you think he’d come back and haunt me???” she asked as Jungwon frowned “Just because you rejected him? I’m sure his ghost won’t even make it on earth- stop overthinking-” he said as the girl sighed.

That night Y/n walked to the cafe, despite it being pretty late at night. Jungwon wasn’t too far behind. His figure and shadow hidden in the darkness. She made his job a lot easier, the way you didn’t turn back once, ignoring the fact that you may be followed. Y/n entered the cafe Jungwon, watched from afar, making sure no one was there to steal her from him. To his luck, she was alone. Heck she even walked out alone, into that dark, alleyway that hand no cameras purely because it was a very easy shortcut to her home.

3 years of stalking his princess and he finally got the chance to take her home, driving his Koenigsegg in the middle, blocking her path. The girl frowned, then saw Jungwon. “I’m taking you home.” he simply said. As y/n just frowned. Why would he offer a ride to her? It’s not like they knew each other well, and she was closer to her home anyway. “No need, I’m only 3 minutes away from my house” she reassured as Jungwon laughed. “Oh sweetheart… I meant OUR home.” he said with a smirk, forcefully yanking her in before pushing a cloth drenched in a drowsy med to her face.

Everything seemed like a blur to her. Y/n woke up in a rather unfamiliar room. Her back met with the comfort of the plush, white silk sheets, and soft mattress, a blindingly beautiful chandelier in the center of the room. She couldn’t move. Her hands cuffed to the headboard. Her uniform was replaced with much more comfortable pajamas, the kind she could never afford. “You’re up darling?” a voice called. The girl stared in shock. It was indeed Jungwon. Yang Jungwon, the sweet, innocent, handsome man, now standing before her, dressed in his gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt.

“Jungwon?... why what? Why?!!!” she managed to ask, though it wasn’t exactly the question she wanted to asked. “Calm down, calm down. Yes yes, I was the one who murderred all those whores, Yes I’ve been keeping a close eye on you and protecting you from all harm, but it seems impossible to keep you safe out there… so I can keep you here, in my palance my princess.” He said with a smile as she just stared in utter shock. However she knew better than to mess with him. This is a new side to him, a dangerous side that no one would ever expect. Y/n had to play it safe with this man, she doesn’t want to end up being his next victim.

✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧

112 notes · View notes

ilguna · 5 months

Note

Expired Medicine Pls! Bucky & #5?

☼ left behind but never forgotten (Bucky Barnes) ☼

warnings; swearing, death, death mention, gun use, grenade use, fighting, injuries.

wc; 3.5k

prompt; 5. "I'll come back for you, I promise."

notes; spoilers for captain america the winter soldier.

The halls of the hospital are busy, swarming with doctors and nurses. They flip through pages of documents, some of them dodging in and out of rooms. If there’s any bad time to be on a mission, it’s now. In a place that’s supposed to be secure and safe from danger.

You told Steve that you’d come inside by yourself to retrieve the flash drive, but he didn’t trust you, wanting to make sure that he got it, himself. So, you follow behind him, letting him lead the way. He has his navy blue hood pulled up to block the view of his blonde hair and to shadow some of his more notable features. You know that he wants to avoid drawing attention, but you think it makes him look more suspicious than not.

His pace comes to a slow pace as he stops in front of the vending machine. On the way, he told you that he put the flash drive behind three sticks of bubblegum while the employee was stocking it. He wanted it here for safe keeping because he’d gone back with some of the SHIELD members. And with Fury’s warning, he didn’t want to take any chances.

You come up beside him, looking over his shoulder. Your eyes search the entire machine, looking for the aforementioned bubblegum. You even take a step back to get a bigger picture, but you come up with nothing.

You glance at Steve. “This is a problem.”

“I know.”

The sound of popping behind you makes you turn to see where it’s coming from. It’s Natasha, loudly chewing the pink gum, eyes switching between you and Steve. He lets out an annoyed sigh before he steps at her, placing a firm hand in the middle of her chest to push her into the empty room across the hall.

The door opens with a slam as the blinds rattle against the glass.

“So much for not drawing attention.” You mutter, reaching to close the door behind you.

Steve pushes Natasha against the nearest wall, trapping her with one hand as he pulls off his hood with the other. “Where is it?”

“Safe.” She says.

“Do better.”

“Where did you get it?” She counters.

“Why would I tell you?”

You glance out the window, watching another medical staff member pass by, completely oblivious of the three of you.

“Fury gave it to you. Why?” Her eyebrows are drawn in.

“What’s on it?”

“I don’t know.” She shakes her head.

“Stop lying.” Steve tells her.

“I only act like I know everything, Rogers.” She says, as if it’s obvious.

Steve looks over his shoulder at you, maybe for assurance. Or to make sure that you’re standing nearby. When he looks back at Natasha, you step in closer. “I bet you knew Fury hired the pirates, didn’t you?”

Natasha’s mouth opens, no words coming out for a second while she thinks of a response. “Well, it makes sense. The ship was dirty, Fury needed a way in, so do you.”

Steve grabs her shirt. “I’m not gonna ask you again.”

“I know who killed Fury.” She finally says, Steve’s grip loosens. “Most of the intelligence community doesn’t believe he exists. The ones that do call him the Winter Soldier. He’s credited with over two dozen assassinations in the last fifty years.”

“So he’s a ghost story.” You say, shaking your head.

“Five years ago, I was escorting a nuclear engineer out of Iran. Somebody shot out my tires near Odessa. We lost control, went straight over a cliff. I pulled us out. But the Winter Soldier was there. I was covering my engineer so he shot him straight through me.” She pulls up the bottom of her shirt, revealing a scar on her left side, a few inches away from her bellybutton. “Soviet slug. No rifling. Bye-bye, bikinis.”

“Yeah, I bet you look terrible in them now.” Steve remarks.

She gives him a halfway smile before it drops. “Going after him is a dead end. I know, I’ve tried.” She pulls out the flash drive from her pocket, holding it up between them. “Like she said, he’s a ghost story.”

“Well, let’s find out what the ghost wants.” Steve backs off of her, moving so that you can see them both. “Are you still in?”

“‘Course I am.” You cross your arms over your chest. “This sounds like fun.”

—

If you’d known you’d end up in a car, squished between Natasha and a HYDRA agent, you think you might’ve told Steve that he could figure this out on his own. It probably wouldn’t have gone over well. He might’ve even begged you a little bit to change your mind, but with Sam here, there’s really no need for you to be.

“Natasha, why don’t we switch spots?” You ask, eyeing Sitwell for another moment before looking at her. “I don’t feel comfortable sitting next to him. I think this is more your specialty.”

She gives you an amused look. “I told you not to get in the car first.”

Sitwell blinks, drawing his attention from the cars passing you by on the freeway, to you. “Afraid all that training is going to fail you?”

Your eyes narrow, “No.”

He sighs. “HYDRA doesn’t like leaks.”

“Then why don’t you try sticking a cork in it?” Sam retorts, looking at him in the mirror.

Natasha leans over you to speak to Steve, who’s sitting in the passenger seat. This pushes you closer to Sitwell. “Insight’s launching in sixteen hours. We’re cutting it a little bit close here.”

“I know. We’ll use him to bypass the DNA scans and access the helicarriers directly.”

“What? Are you crazy?” Sitwell asks, eyes wide. “That is a terrible, terrible idea.”

A loud thud on the roof of the car makes it cave in a little. You only have enough time to glance up, before the window shatters next to Sitwell, sending glass flying all over the interior of the car. You shield your face, feeling the glass pelt your jacket and jeans, before landing on the now-empty leather seat.

Sitwell is gone, he screams briefly as he’s thrown into oncoming traffic on the other side of the concrete barrier, where he’s hit by a honking truck. You watch as a gun appears in front of the open window, the safety being turned off, before being pulled away.

Natasha leaps from the back seat to the front, landing in Steve’s lap as she pulls his head down. A bullet pierces the leather where she had just been, you slide there as another bullet slams in your seat. With two hands on the back of your head, you duck, listening as two more shots are fired.

When you raise your head, you catch Steve reaching forward to the emergency brake, yanking it back. The brakes screech against the asphalt, slamming the car to a hard stop. The man that had been on top of the car flies from the roof, somersaulting in the air so that he lands on a knee pad and a singular arm. A metal arm.

“What the fuck.” You breathe, watching as he dislodges his hands from the asphalt to rise to his feet.

For a few seconds, it’s a stand-off, as the cars around you weave in and out of the lanes to avoid hitting the car you’re in. Natasha tries to whip out her gun to shoot at him, but an armored truck hits you from behind, making you jerk forward, forcing the car in his direction.

He jumps, landing back on the roof. Sam slams on the brakes, trying to stop, but the truck is too strong. A metal arm comes flying through the windshield, fingers wrapping around the steering wheel, breaking it off.

“Shit!” Sam screams.

Natasha tries shooting at the roof, but the Winter Soldier jumps off, onto the truck behind you. You turn, wanting to keep your eyes on the threat, and find him on the hood of the armored vehicle.

“He’s accelerating!” You shout.

The trunk crumples further as you’re rammed again, this time throwing the car off course. It turns, wheel running up the side of the barrier, before forcing you back on the freeway. The car begins to wobble from side to side, growing more violent by the second.

Steve pulls up his shield, placing it on the passenger door. “Hang on!” He shouts, grabbing Natasha.

The car begins to twist, you reach for the window that Sitwell had been forced out of, grabbing the edges and pulling up as you go airborne. Steve, Natasha and Sam must escape together out of the door, because when you look down to launch yourself out, they’re gone.

And so are you.

You cross your arms over your chest with fists, holding on tightly to the body of your jacket while you’re thrown into the air. You gain several more feet, and in that time, you duck your head, ankles locked together, until you come crashing down to Earth.

With the world being one giant dizzying blur, you have to guess how far away you are from the freeway. You hesitate, waiting for the best possible moment to land without hurting yourself. Unfortunately, it’s a second too long, because when you throw out your left foot to throw you into a roll, you land on it sideways.

The pain is immediate, but it takes up the back of your mind as you hit the concrete, rolling for several feet. When the momentum is gone, you sit upright, clutching at your ankle, eyes searching for your friends.

You find the overturned car, and then Natasha and Steve, who are still sitting on his Captain America shield. Beside you is Sam, who’s eyeing your ankle, worried. You’re more focused on the Hydra vehicle, and the fact that the Winter Soldier now holds a grenade launcher.

In one solid move, you grab the front of Sam’s shirt, throwing him down as a grenade is sent in your direction. Steve holds up his shield, intending to deflect the explosion, but he ends up triggering it instead. The blast sends him ricocheting off of a car behind him, and over the side of the overpass.

You jump to your feet while you can, ignoring the piercing pain in your ankle as you try to run to hide behind the van. Sam is right beside you, you can feel his hand on your lower back, but then it’s gone, as he goes to hide behind the silver car a few feet back.

Natasha glances at you, gun in her hand. “Got any tricks up your sleeve?”

“Not really.” You tell her.

She pops up, shooting back at the HYDRA agents that are slowly advancing in your direction. You look back at Sam, and watch as he makes a run for it down the freeway. You suck in a breath, springing up to hurl yourself over the side of the barrier. A car whizzes by, and Natasha lands next to you.

You swear the whole bridge shakes when another grenade explodes.

She grabs your hand, passing one of her guns over. “I’ll distract him, you shoot when you get the chance.”

“Just to be clear, this is the Winter Soldier, right?” You ask.

Natasha makes a grave face, nodding. When there’s a break in the gunfire, she crosses three lanes of traffic, rolls over a car, only to be thrown off the side of the bridge when he launches a bomb.

A car comes to a screeching halt a foot or so away from you, inadvertently shielding you from the enemy. You turn to the left, climbing on your hands and knees while you try to get a better spot to shoot. It’s eerily quiet for several seconds, you slowly creep up to look over the wall, finding him aiming below the bridge.

When you’re sure that the HYDRA agents aren’t watching, you stand up, popping the safety off. You hold up the gun, aiming for the back of the Winter Soldier’s head. And right as you go to pull the trigger, a shot is fired, his head whipping to the side. When he turns to drop down, you can see that Natasha got him in the goggles.

He pulls them off, fist tightening around the black material. Then, he gets back up, spraying bullets at Natasha in response, pissed. They get into a brief gunfight, where you wait for the better opportunity to shoot.

As soon as the other HYDRA agents get to their feet, you fire. They’re solid shots on all three of them. So solid and precise, that they’re dead as soon as the bullets hit their bodies. You let out a breathy laugh, surprised that you still have that in you, but the celebration is gone when the Winter Soldier begins to turn.

You hit the cement, but you must be the least of his worries, because he doesn’t come after you. When you’re sure of this, you get back to your feet and over the barrier to retrieve one of the HYDRA guns from the bodies. You find a hook embedded into the hood of a car, attached to a thick black wire that hangs over the side of the overpass.

First, you check to make sure that there’s not an agent attached at the bottom. Then, you attach the gun to your body with the strap to keep it on you. After you’ve pulled your jacket sleeves over your hands, you slide down the wire, joining Steve, Natasha and the Winter Soldier below.

Except, there is no one.

You stand in the middle of the street, eyes sweeping the area, but all you’re coming up with are civilians running away. You head toward the anger to start, keeping a sharp eye out for any of the HYDRA agents that might be lurking around nearby.

There’s a distant sound of gunfire, followed by an explosion. You pick up the pace, jogging down three blocks before you’re met with a busy intersection. You hoist the gun up, one eye peering through the scope before you pull the trigger.

The Winter Soldier moves, making you miss by barely an inch. Steve runs at him to keep him from shooting back at you, swinging the shield up in time to block his punch, causing the metal to sound like a gong. Steve gets kicked off of the car, landing on the road, where he covers himself with the shield.

The enemy rolls off the car, pulling out a machine gun to shoot at Steve. When the bullets run out, Steve swings himself over the top of the car, foot knocking the gun out of his hand. You reload the rifle, waiting for the right moment to shoot, while they engage in hand-to-hand combat.

He shoots, they go back and forth with the punches, and block. The gun is put away, Steve is twisted out of the shield, now in the Winter Soldier’s grasp. It’s placed between them to keep a distance, but eventually yanked from Steve’s rip as the HYDRA assassin uses it to his advantage.

When there’s a pause, you go to pull the trigger, until the shield comes flying in your direction.

You jerk to the side, watching as the shield lodges into the back door of a white van behind you. With wide eyes, you look back at Steve, only to find him fighting once more. You reach, yanking the shield free, and also retrieving your gun as you move closer.

Steve seems to have a knife now. He tries to take multiple stabs, but ultimately it’s taken from him, and he ends up dodging once more. The Winter Soldier makes the mistake of swinging over Steve twice, allowing him to counter with a hook and a kick. The soldier slams back into a car, Steve runs at him, slamming him into it further, causing the door to dent and the glass to break.

He goes in for a punch once again, but the Winter Soldier blocks it, backing Steve away as he tries to fight back. Steve flips him over, standing over him for just a second, before the Winter Soldier grabs Steve’s neck, squeezing.

You let the gun hang against your chest, fixing the shield in your hand. You swing back, and then launch it forward. Steve’s eyes dart to it, ticking off the Winter Soldier, so he throws Steve over the hood of a car, turning just in time to grab the shield before it hits him. By then, you’re firing bullets, watching as they bounce off of the metal.

The gun jams.

“Shit.” You pull it off of you, hurling it in his direction. He catches it in his metal hand, clenching his fist around the material, breaking it.

He turns his attention back to Steve, who’s on the other side of the car. They go back to fighting, you continue to advance, a little annoyed that he doesn’t see you as a threat enough. He pulls out a knife, going to stab Steve, but the metal pieces a grey van, slicing the paint vertically.

Steve grabs the Winter Soldier, throwing him back to get him off, and swiping the shield in the process. The enemy swings, hits metal. He swings again with the knife, hitting metal. The Winter Soldier punches Steve successfully, trying to kick but he’s met with the shield, so he swings again.

Steve slams the shield into the metal arm of the Winter Soldier, and then forces it up, hitting him in the face. Steve wraps his hand around the mask, flipping him over backward, but it's too much momentum, because the Winter Soldier somersaults.

You walk around the truck, going to join Steve, finding the black mask lying on the asphalt. The Winter Soldier rises, back to you at first, until he slowly turns his head, allowing you to see what he looks like.

The blood runs from your face, lips parting as your eyes lock on.

Bucky.

He looks… different, but not in the bad sense. His dark hair is messily long, just barely reaching his shoulders. When in the past he’s kept it shorter, cleaner. There’s a shadow of a beard forming on the lower half of his face. And there’s this emotionless void in his eyes, as if he’s looking right through you.

This can’t be him, though. The last time you saw him…

Steve stands up, panting through his teeth. “Bucky?”

“Who the hell is Bucky?” He asks, turning toward the two of you fully.

He pulls up his gun to shoot at either of you, but Sam kicks him over, sending him tumbling over the asphalt. That small move does basically nothing, as Bucky gets back to his feet, you take a step toward him, even when he goes to shoot again, but you’re interrupted by a grenade flying over Steve’s shoulder.

A red truck explodes. You look behind you to see Natasha, barely holding herself up against a car with the grenade launcher. Bucky is nowhere to be seen.

There’s sirens approaching, presumably the police, a firetruck, a couple of ambulances, but all you see are black SUV’s approaching. Your eyes catch a figure disappearing into an alleyway.

“I’m going after him.” You dig into your pants pocket, pulling out the singular smoke bomb that you’d brought with you.

Before Steve can stop you, you pull out the pin, tossing the bomb in the middle of the intersection. In the matter of seconds, the grey haze is taking over the street, concealing your escape. Either Steve is too shocked or knows better than to go after you, because he stays there with your other two friends, letting you run off.

Your ankle is slowing you down, but that doesn’t make you stop. You chase Bucky down several streets until he jumps out from behind a car, fist swinging at your face. You catch it, fingers wrapping around his hand, eyes boring into his.

The two of you stand like this for a very long second. If he knows who you are, he’s doing a very good job of hiding it, because you’re none the wiser. If you had to guess what happened to him, you’d say Zola experimented on him. And you think that Steve would even agree with you.

He tries to punch you with his metal arm, but you block it with your forearm, holding him there for a second longer. You can’t do this, not here. He’s not stable enough to have a conversation, especially since he was trying to kill you. He is trying to kill you.

“I’ll come back for you, I promise.” You tell him, despite knowing that this means nothing to him. “I’m not letting you go so easily, Bucky.”

this was part of my 3k celebration!!

143 notes · View notes

thedvilsinthedetails · 3 months

Text

rosekiller microfic band au pt3

heyyy pt3 is here yayyy

I haven’t rlly read it thru again and I’m feeling pretty tired today so if there’s a quality dip that’s why but also we have some nice Barty POV which I find easier to write sooo balances out ig

also we have some Marlene in this one (u can thank @good-oldfashioned-lover-girl because I wasn’t gonna put her in but she loves Marls [not that I don’t] to and yk she’s the boss so 🫡🫡🫡 Marlene is in the fic and I’m actually glad bc I love her part in this)

oh also Reg is autistic in this [in my mind] so when I mention him wearing headphones it’s bc he wears headphones on public transport/often in public/during gigs to help block noise <3

oh also all the skittles have matching nail polish and little tattoos on their wrists (idk if I actually mention it here but just so u have it in ur mind)

Tags for ppl that (I think?) wanted to be tagged <3 : @depressedtheatrekiddo @blu3stars @picklerab23 @lady-stardust-incarnate @always-reading @no-names-work @y0url0verb0y @2bluetwo85 @idk-what-to-put-here-123 @weirdtinkerbellversion @lulublack90 @nikholascrow (please please do tell me if you don’t want to be tagged bc idm and obviously won’t be upset but I just don’t want to tag ppl that don’t actually want to be tagged so I’m just sort of guessing by who commented last time so um yeah)

Link to previous part

link to part one

link to next part

(Cw: lil bit of homophobia in here sorry)

***

By the time the train arrived at their station both Barty and Evan had dozed off. Arms wrapping around each other, bodies curled into one another like a jigsaw puzzle. Evan didn’t wake up as gently as he fell asleep though because he was woken by Regulus kicking his seat aggressively. Once he finally opened his eyes he turned to face him. He was wearing his headphones, big and black originally but covered in splodges of spray paint from when Barty had offered to ‘customise‘ them for Regulus. He’d pushed them back though, now that the majority of people has filtered out of the little compartment.

“Hurry up and get your stuff.”

Regulus ordered before following Pandora and Dorcas who had already left.

Evan turned and tapped Barty gently to wake him up. Then when that didn’t work he shook him till he opened his eyes with a start.

It took Barty a moment to realise where he was but even once he did he just grumbled.

“Ev don’t make me get up, please.”

He pouted, eyes wide and dilated in some kind of cheap attempt at cuteness.

“Come on you know you have to get up baby- Barty!”

Evan gaped, realising his mistake just too late. A slip of the tongue and he’d gone and fucked everything up.

“D’you just call me baby?”

A grin spread on Barty’s face and he poked Evan gently and laughed.

“You’ve been single too long Rosier.”

“You- you’re not mad?”

“Why would I be mad, baby?”

Barty winked, clicking his tongue as he got up and shuffled past Evan with a wicked smirk.

•••

Barty was going insane.

Evan had called him baby. Baby. And fuck his reaction had been visceral. But like…in a good way? It made him want to bite down on something hard but that thing was the muscles on Evan’s arms. Or bruise something but that thing was Evan’s neck…with a hickey or two.

Something about the way it had slipped out so naturally, so warmly. It just made Barty’s heart flutter. Made him want to grab Evan and shake the sense out of him enough to like Barty. Something along the lines of ‘kiss me, ruin me, dear God I’m begging you.’ Ah well, nothing you can’t really do about these kinds of situations except get on with it. Lying was something Barty had gotten very good at from a young age and not stopped since. Some might call it acting but those were the types of people who were just trying to convince themselves they were good and moral. Barty didn’t really care enough about that kind of stuff to bother. White lies this and how it contrasts with malicious lies that, like someone trying to section off a gradient in two. You can’t, it’s all the same monochrome blur in the end.

Barty was lost in this little daydream when he heard Pandora roar.

“WHAT?!”

Now Pandora didn’t often roar, maybe laugh maniacally every now and then yes, but yell? Scream? That was never her type of thing. Save for some rare occasions that Barty could probably count on one hand. Pandora yelling meant it was time to stop daydreaming about Evan’s curls or Evan’s hands with their chipped green nail polish or Evan’s fucking tight t shirts. Yeah time to stop thinking about that and listen up. So he did.

“I do not intend to offend anyone by it.”

Riddle raised his hands up defensively with a cheap sleazy smile that immediately made Barty dislike him.

“I’m just saying that this venue prides itself on a distinct lack of…untoward behaviour. It’s not a massive deal, I think your lead and backup singers can use separate microphones for two nights of a six month tour.

“What the fuck man?”

Barty stepped forward immediately hands curling into fists, Riddle was pretty short, he could definitely take him if that’s what it came to.

“Barty stop, that isn’t the right way to solve things. Come on let’s just- let’s come back later ok? See if we can talk to someone else, not this piece of shit.”

Dorcas spat out the last three words as she pulled Barty back to the group.

He was going to argue till he felt Evan put a hand on his shoulder, instead he just left Evan guide him away after the rest of the group.

“We’ll figure it out ok?”

“Fucking- Ev we can’t play there. They’re fucking homophobic.”

“Barty the O2 has been your dream since-“

“I DONT BLOODY CARE!”

“Barty shut the fuck up. I said we’ll talk about it and we will, we will figure it out but stop acting like a goddamn CHILD.”

Barty looked over at Evan who had his teeth bared, slightly wild look in his eyes. He was seething too, clearly. Just more mature than Barty.

“Ok, yeah.”

He breathed in.

“I’m sorry Ev.”

“Hey it’s alright. It’s just important the band shows a united front against this you know? We can’t split up or in fight because then, well then we all lose.”

“Yeah. Yeah you’re right Rosie. But we will do something.”

“I promise you they’re not getting away with this.”

Evan nodded. He tossed a hand over Barty’s shoulder, pulling him in just a little bit closer as they walked. Barty wasn’t complaining.

•••

“You don’t get it Marls, we can’t just not play the O2. We’d lose way too much money off it, probably too much to be able to continue with the rest of the tour. Plus venues will think we’re unreliable and might cancel or pull out. Riddle is such a fucking dick, he only told us when we went there for a tech practice literally today.”

“Fuck yeah that’s shitty.”

Marlene was sat next to Barty on the floor of his hotel room, helping him repaint his nails. The entire band had them matching, a bright toxic green, his had started to fade though.

“What if you just…ignore them? Do it anyway?”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s not like they can drag us off stage mid performance.”

“Not without exposing their homophobia.”

“Still…I wanna make a statement. Something big you know? Show them they can’t straight wash us.”

Marlene looked up at Barty, eyes twinkling mischievously.

“I might have an idea then.”

•••

Evan was sat in an alcove in the hotel corridor watching Regulus patiently braid and unbraid Pandora’s hair on the sofa opposite him. It calmed them both down whenever they were stressed. And Barty and Marlene, locked up together in Barty’s hotel room. Both raging homosexuals dead set on never following rules talking amongst themselves just before the biggest gig of the band’s history? Yeah that was a reason to be stressed. That’s when he heard the tell tale clump of Barty’s docs down the corridor. And he was walking with purpose.

As soon as he came into view Evan noticed the way his eyebrows were knotted together yet his eyes were glimmering with excitement. Evan had no clue what Barty was going to say next but it wasn’t that.

“Marlene thinks I should kiss you.”

Barty announced and Evan dropped his jaw, staring at him agape.

“What?”

“And I agree with her.”

“What?”

***

OK HOPE U LIKED IT

xxx BYEEEE

pt4 probs gonna come soon bc I swear this fic has a life of its own

99 notes · View notes

brooooswriting · 11 months

Note

A very timid Hello from your best customer broko loco anyway hi I'm out of my request block anyway

How about some hurt/comfort with our baby gurl

Tara Carpenter

I had two prompts in mind either Tara having a nightmare about Gf killing R Orrrrrrr It was her killing R (

SPOILER IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN SREAM VI YOU'VE BEEN WARNED

(because she killed Ethan so her subconscious is making her see herself killing R) so R comforts her and reassures her

R getting into a fight when she was taking a stroll with Tara and Sam because some 4ssh0l3$ called our Fav duo murderers so Tara is patching up R afterwards

R taking care of T after the 2nd massacre like bringing her thing (painkillers, snacks, food, cuddles)

Those were my ideas but you can also do whatever you want Idm

Have a good day broko loco <3

Motherfucker

Tara Carpenter x reader

A/n: so I haven’t really been writing lately and I need to get back into it so yeah

“It’s just so much you know” Tara complained as you two and Sam walked around New York City. It was a small tradition you build up as soon as you moved here. You walked around to figure out the best ways through the city, it made Sam feel safer while you and Tara just liked to walk around. Her hand was slipped into yours, fingers carefully intervened.

Tara loved complaining about college during these walks, you loved listening to her and Sam would do anything for her little sister. There were a lot of people who didn’t recognized you guys but some did. Nobody ever said something, you were unsure of wether it was because of sams killer glare or just their common sense but you were happy about it.

You knew them during the attacks in woodsboro but you weren’t with them. At least not until the end, you and Tara kept your little flirt private which was why you weren’t attacked. You only arrived when everybody else was dead, you were at the party and you forgot your phone which was why you turned around. The way Tara broke down into your arms made you believe everything she told you, there was no way that she faked that.

“I know, but you’ll be fine. You’re a fighter through and through and something like college won’t bring you down” you told her, squeezing her hand for good measure. “She’s right, you’re gonna do great” Sam added smiling at her sister before checking the street over her shoulder.

You walked through a small park where a group of three boys, around 22, sat and watched the three of you. You watched them suspiciously, slipping your hand out of Tara’s and instead slipping your arm around her waist to pull her closer. Tara smiled up at you, unaware of the situation while Sam looked out for a man around the corner. You listened carefully, hoping to hear any kind of movement but it was quite for a moment.

“Look, that’s the murderer and her slut sister. I knew I recognized them from somewhere” one of the boys said causing you to slow down. “Fucking murderer. Both of them. They should have ended dead” another one added which made you stop. “I’d still fuck the slut tho” the third one said which finally made you snap. You turned on your heel and stalked over to the group. “What did you just say?!” You nearly screamed out on your way, Tara still standing at the same spot completely confused while Sam had a stare down with the man around the corner.

“What’s your problem huh?” You asked again, stepping up to the one who said he’d fuck Tara. “I could ask you the same thing, why don’t you go away with your two murderer friends?” He asked puffing out his chest, trying to scare you. At every other time you’d probably been scared but not now, now all you could feel was rage. “Say that again and watch what happens asshole” you dared. “They are murderer” the one next to him said. You were quick to punch him straight in the face, his nose immediately started bleeding and his eye started to swell. The one you talked to before drew his arm back but you were quick enough to dodge it, not seeing the third one make his way towards you, his fist landing in your stomach causing you to groan. You turned as quick as you could, your fist landing in his stomach this time before you turned and kicked the other one to the ground.

By now Sam was done with her stare down and finally noticed your fight, “fuck y/n” she mumbled and went to your help but Tara held her back. “She will kill you if you go there, she’s fighting because they called you a murderer and if you hit them it will be contra productive” she explained, it pained her to see you like this but she knew you were strong and she didn’t want Sam to suffer even more.

It took you five more minutes before they finally gave up, your face and hands were bruised and you were spitting blood but you won. “Gosh, you’re so stupid” Tara mumbled as she ran up to you and hugged you, pulling you close to her which caused you to wince. “Are you alright?” Sam asked as she walked closer, wrapping an arm around you shoulder. “M fine. Thanks. Can we maybe go back?” Both of them nodded and turned around to walk back to your apartment.

This time Tara wasn’t holding your hand, she was scared that she’d hurt you. The nervousness and the guilt was radiating off of her, so you wrapped your arm around her waist and pulled her into you which made her calm down. Sam was also somewhere else with her mind but you knew that something like a hug wouldn’t fix that and you knew she wasn’t going to talk about it in front of Tara so you decided to ask her about it later.

When you arrived home Tara immediately ran to the bathroom to get some things for your knuckles, giving you a moment with Sam. “You alright?” You asked her quietly so T wouldn’t hear.

“Yeah, it’s just that… thank you y/n. You protected us and you stood up for us. It was the nicest thing anyone ever did for us so, thanks” she answered squeezing your shoulder before disappeared into her room.

“I got everything that may be helpful. Like gauze, disinfectant, bandaids and some other stuff” she told you, quickly pulling everything out and cleaning your wounds on your hand. You kissed when the disinfectant started to seep into your flesh. The brunette quickly apologized before putting on the band aids.

When your hand was finally cleaned she moved on to your face, focusing on the wound above your eye. This time she warned you before putting on the disinfectant, which made it a bit less worse. You couldn’t help but admire her focused face, the way she bit her tongue and how her brows furrowed. It nearly made you forget about your headache.

“Do you need anything else? I’ll give you some painkillers as soon as you’re in bed and some snacks too” she told you and you smiled before pulling her closer to plant a small kiss on her lips. “Thank you” you said before kissing her another time and another, distracting her from her work.

“Stop, I gotta clean the rest of your wounds and I wanna take a look at your stomach” she giggled when she finally convinced herself to pull away. “And you taste like blood” she added. You smiled sheepishly and kissed her one last time before pulling back.

She sat on your lap as she looked at the cut you had on your lip, her legs on either side of you as she titled your head down to get a better angle. “This Looks okay I guess” she mumbled to herself as her fingers carefully touched the wound. You were getting bored and started to play with the hem of her shirt.

When she was done with your face she moved on to your stomach, there wasn’t really anything she could do about it. It was a bit bruised but there werent any cuts nor any placed that were so sensitive that she should be worried.

You both got changed and laid in bed, Tara made you swallow some painkillers and gave you some of your favorite chips before letting you decide what to watch. She made sure that you iced your hand and your nose, even if it might not be comfortable. She knew that you didn’t like the cold but there was nothing she could do. “Is there anything else I can do for you?” Her voice was soft and still filled with guilt which made you hurt inside.

“T, you know that I did it on my own account right? It’s not your fault or anything. I decided to do what I did” you said as you cuddled closer to her. Her body melting into your which made you melt too. “And even more important, I’d do it again and again because nothing is as important to me as you are” you added and kissed her head.

“I love you, a lot. Not just because of what you did today obviously” she grinned and titled her head up motioning for you to give her a kiss which you did.

“I love you too baby” you grinned as your hand rubbed up and down her back.

#reader insert #brooooswriting #jenna ortega x reader #tara carpenter x y/n #sam carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x you

297 notes · View notes

lil-binuu · 2 months

Text

That Day

Elias fanfic // part 1

part 2.1 is out and is here

it FINALLY done 🥹

HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!!

before you read, please keep in mind that i’m pretty new to writing so excuse me if it’s absolutely shit ☺️

{spoiler? there is a gun so tw}

~ 1788 words

“Come on, Yn.” Elias encouraged as you dragged your feet down the hallway towards the meeting room.

With no attempt to cover your sigh, you looked forward and met his dark hazel eyes. There was something in that look. Like some kind of desperation, but he looked away too quickly for you to see properly.

You could tell he was trying to make the best of the situation by his soft shoulder nudge and the smile that flashed only temporarily, enough for you to know this show of contentment was forced.

From the moment you both were summoned to this meeting, Elias’ nerves had been jumping somersaults in his stomach. He had known deep down that this was coming, that his fate was only getting closer but he entirely underestimated the gut wrenching anxiety that was now flooding his veins.

The nightmare of being a leader has played viciously on his mind since he was recruited to the Wraiths, and every time he somehow managed to convince himself that a nightmare was all it was. But now he stood before the dark oak doors of the conference room, with every muscle in his body striving to pull away. Fighting back wasn’t easy, sometimes he just wanted to give up and turn away but he knew there were people relying on him. His father, for example. He tried to remember why he joined the Wraiths in the first place, but his doubts crumbled when his focus drifted towards you, his beloved rosy cheeked barista, standing next to him. The heart banging thunderously in his chest slowed to a mere flutter as he lost himself in every curve and corner of your deeply alluring eyes.

You grounded him. Allowed him to take a moment, to just stop and breathe. He closed his eyes swiftly from the overwhelming sense of appreciation and compassion for you. He opened them to feel the heavy cloud that blocked his mind lessening its weight. He found the strength to lift his wrist and turn the cold metal doorknob.

Elias despised the position he put you in. He hated how he pulled you into this corrupt and dangerous world and desperately wanted to protect you with his life. And now you were not only a victim of the arson attack and having your life ripped apart, but also of the judgement and criticism of the executives. It was obvious that you didn’t deserve this, to Elias it didn’t make sense for you to be criminalised like you had been. But he understood what the gang meant to the city, how important it was for peace for the citizens. He knew the stakes and the damage that would be a consequence of the gangs' ceased existence or if something were to happen to stop them from doing their job. So he knew what it meant to the execs and other wraiths that no insider would ever break in and what lengths they would go to in order to eliminate any treacherous spies. Honestly, Elias couldn’t blame them for being cautious but he’d seen how they became so defensive and ready to point an accusation at someone if there was even the slightest doubt or suspicion.

You knew that Elias was feeling nervous about this meeting, in fact, more than nervous. You had seen him worry about these meetings before, but the stress you saw him in right now was on a whole other level. Seeing Elias like this made every step you took feel unstable. For all you knew the meeting wouldn’t be any different to one both of you had endured before, but Elias was acting differently and wouldn’t tell you what it was, which was unlike him. You wanted to comfort him but honestly didn’t know what to say. He had always been so strong and in control, but now he stood in front of the door with worry and uncertainty in his eyes. Nevertheless, he was one to keep moving forward and he did.

As the door opened from Elias’ steady push, an array of raised voices escaped the room. Looking around, you began to recognise people whether it be an executive from the first meeting or from seeing them at the Brewhouse multiple times but either way these people were strangers. Behind the overlay of strident voices, sat the warden. His eyes changed focus from the wraiths in front of him to the door where the two of you stood. Without saying anything, the Warden held up a hand and the group of members stopped their heated discussion. Heads followed his eyes and turned towards the door. There were a couple morbid seconds of eye contact accompanied by uncomfortable silence. Disturbing the quiet, a man who you recognised as Elliot spoke up.

“Look who finally showed up”

His thick voice filled the room, followed by a soft ripple of laughs.

“Take a seat everyone.” The warden’s voice commanded.

The groups of people parted ways and each took seats around a few tables in the room. The cleared crowd made it easier to see how large the room was. Elias swallowed hard as a hot rush of blood flooded his head. His feet felt stuck as if they were drowning in toffee.

Directing his attention, “You two, sit.” The warden gestured to chairs at the main table.

Elliot interrupted, “What about them? Don’t you think it’s a little unwise to let them into this?” nodding his head slightly at you.

Your eyes dropped to the floor. You shifted under the discomfiture of many lingering eyes upon you. The comment itself didn’t bother you, only the outright rudeness of it. You didn’t want to be dragged into this and just about everyone you met had threatened or accused you of something, before even knowing your name. You never particularly cared what others thought of you, but it was difficult to ignore when everyone around you treated you like a liar.

The warden raised his eyebrow. “How so?”

“Well I’m just saying, there’s a chance they use the information in this meeting against us.” Elliot explained.

Mumbles ran around the room. Another person spoke up, “He’s got a point, Warden. We don’t know if we can trust them.” The crowd murmured in agreement, but Elias’s voice sliced through the noise.

“They’re not hurting anybody by being here, and whether you trust them or not they wouldn’t do that.”

His eyes fell onto the Warden. For once would he let him get his way? His father wasn’t always harsh on him; Elias would sometimes think back to the dad jokes and the love for his mother that made him cringe, but that he strangely admired. Everything changed after she died. Their house that was once filled with love and joy and laughter was replaced by a gaping hole. It ate away at both of them, especially his father. He became absorbed by gangs and work and that left Elias often feeling disregarded. As a teen, he grew desperate for his father’s attention by acting out, but even then he put his work first. All Elias wanted was for his father to see him for who he was and just be proud. He was sick of never being seen as his own person, only as the warden’s son. And yet here he stood, pleading for his father’s pity before being stripped of his own identity and dreams to fit the standards of others.

The room’s focus turned back to you as the warden growled “They can wait outside”

Elias was ready to lash out but instead held his tongue clenched his jaw in frustration. There were people watching, and they already despised him, so he couldn’t give them any more reasons to. His eyes turned to catch yours and locked together. He refused to look away until the door shut between you.

Closing the door, you took a step back. A sudden quiet filled the hallway, a change to the roaring of the conference room. Elias really had just stepped into the lion's den. You felt a sense of relief, but it was replaced quickly by a heaviness in your chest. What would happen to Elias? What information would be so important that you couldn’t know? Sighing, you leant against the wall next to the door.

What about you was so difficult to trust? You could understand people being suspicious of you but wasn’t it obvious by now that you didn’t do anything wrong?

You were so lost in thought that you didn’t notice the looks you got from people as they walked past. After the crowd, the building fell quiet again, excluding the occasional raised voice muffled through the wall you were leaning against. You wondered what was happening there, what Elias was so nervous about and why he didn’t tell you. Did he not trust you?

Tripping suddenly before you, a man dropped a parcel at your feet. Turning your focus to the wrapped package, you bent down to pick it up for the man.

Handing the parcel back, you were met with a gun pointing at you held behind the man’s open jacket. Shocked, you looked up to see his serious face and eyes staring sharply back at you. With a low voice, he threatened to keep quiet and do as he said. The man looked over his shoulder before grabbing you. You tried to resist by moving slightly out of his way but the man seized your arm. Before you could even react, the man thrust the gun to your skin, reminding you not to speak. Pulling you closer to him, he lead you down the hall, each shaky step of yours forced by the pushing from him behind you. With a heart banging like drums in your ears, you tried to stay calm and think.

Who was he? Where was he taking you?

Your stomach turned as you saw him leading you towards an unauthorised exit. In your mind, you begged for someone to come around the corner and stop him. If you wanted to scream, no sound would come out.

You tried to move your arm from the man’s iron grip, only for the grip to tighten and the cold metal tip of the gun to dig deeper into your skin, causing you to flinch slightly.

The closer you got to the exit the more you realised nobody was going to save you. You wracked your brain desperately, trying to think of a solution. Is this man alone? What does he want with me? He must know who I am, but who is he? If he was affiliated with rival gangs, how did he even get into the building without being recognised?

thanks for reading till the end! it would mean a lot if you could tell me your fav/least fav parts or the best/worst parts so i can improve, but not forcing <3

#elias x reader #sakuverse #zsakuva #writing

73 notes · View notes

lau219 · 5 months

Text

Red Carpet

Part 11

***!!!Warning: mature content, minors DNI, 18+ readers only!!!***

Previous part here

…………………………………………………………………………….

As the car gradually made its way through the streets, both of them remained silent, and the tension in the back seat could have been cut with a knife. A few times, Lauren snuck a sideways glance at Cillian, but he kept his gaze forward, a look of steely determination on his face.

What was he up to now? she thought. While she’d felt more docile upon first getting in the car, she had more time to think with each block they drove, and now, her thoughts and emotions were all over the place.

On the one hand, she still couldn’t forget what he’d said to her that day at the hotel, and he’d never apologized or shown any remorse for it. She also couldn’t forget the way he had taunted her during their close call in the bathroom of the bar.

On the other hand, tonight, he was different again. He’d complimented her endlessly and shown her off, and there was something akin to pride in his voice through it all. The way he’d looked at her all night reflected what she thought she’d occasionally seen in his eyes in the past, and she couldn’t stop thinking about the way he'd held her hand and gripped her waist all evening, showing both affection and possessiveness.

So what was the deal? What did he want? It was all so inconsistent, and she couldn’t make sense of it. As they remained silent in the back seat, she decided that, upon getting to his place, she’d give him 10 minutes to talk, and if all he could give her was more contradictions, then she would walk right out the door.

Glancing sideways at Lauren, Cillian could see the gears turning in her head as they sat in silence. She was no doubt questioning his behavior, and he knew that a part of the reason why she’d even gone along with him throughout the evening was because she was just so surprised by his actions that she didn’t know what else to do. But as soon as he’d seen her, he wasn’t going to let her out of his sight again, and he’d seized the opportunity to show her off. She deserved every compliment and bit of attention she’d been given that night, and he’d loved watching her shine. If it also made her reconsider whatever she’d been thinking about him, then all the better.

But now, he could see that she was still apprehensive. Of course, he couldn’t blame her, and he knew that he was lucky that she’d even gotten into the car with him at all. But throughout the night, he’d gradually felt that warmth from her, seen her gaze soften and then linger on him multiple times, and now, he just needed to get her alone so that they could finally start understanding each other.

Lauren swallowed nervously as the car finally came to a stop and Cillian once again spoke to the driver. He then opened the door and got out of the car before turning around to extend his hand back in for her. Lauren reached out and gripped his fingers, letting him help her out of the car, but as soon as she was on her own two feet, she slipped her hand out of his. Cillian was in the process of sending the driver off, but Lauren interjected, bending down slightly to speak to him through the window.

“Actually, would you mind just waiting here, if you could?” she said to him. “This shouldn’t take very long.”

Lauren could feel Cillian staring at her, but she continued to look at the driver. If things went south, she wanted a quick out.

After the driver agreed to wait, Lauren stood up again and looked at Cillian, raising her eyebrows expectantly.

The little brat, he thought fondly, both frustrated and amused. Even now, she was going to challenge him. But if he had anything to say about it, she wouldn’t be setting foot back outside for the next month.

Cillian placed a hand in the small of her back, leading her down the walk and up the stairs to his front door. Upon unlocking the door, he made way for her to enter first, before stepping inside himself and flicking on the lights. He then reached back and pulled the door closed behind them, before turning and walking into the living area. He expected Lauren to be right behind him, but when he turned around, he saw that she was still standing in the entryway, looking at him with her arms folded across her chest.

“You’ve got 10 minutes,” she said to him.

He stared back at her.

“There’s an entire house here for us to talk in,” he answered.

“I’m fine right here, thank you,” she replied stubbornly. Truthfully, if it had been any other situation, she would have been very interested to see his place. Being there felt so personal.

Cillian shook his head.

“You are something else, you know that?” he said to her.

“Well, over the course of the last two weeks, you’ve gone from insinuating that I’m a slut, to then acting like you care about me, to resuming taunting me, and now to singing my praises all night.” She tilted her head at him accusingly. “So, surely, you can understand why I’m a little apprehensive.”

“I never called you a slut,” he replied.

“You may as well have,” Lauren said.

They stared at each other for a moment.

“Why did you tell Alex not to make that post about me?” he asked her suddenly.

Lauren blinked a few times, caught off guard by both the change in subject as well as the fact that he had that information.

“How do you know about that?” she asked surprisedly.

He looked at her.

“Just answer the question.”

Still surprised, Lauren blinked again, shaking her head. She looked around the room.

“I...I don’t know.”

Cillian took a few steps closer to her.

“Yes, you do. Why did you tell her not to do it?” he asked again.

Looking at him, Lauren let out a deep breath before finally answering. She may as well just be honest – he already knew what she’d done.

“Because, regardless of the fact that you’re an asshole, I cared about you,” she replied. “I thought you cared about me, too. And, I thought that maybe the way you’d acted at the hotel was because you were jealous. But when you never apologized, I realized that wasn’t the case. The way you treated me on my birthday just solidified that suspicion.”

Remembering that night, Cillian felt his cock twitch, and he couldn’t help but smirk.

“From what I remember, you seemed to like the way I was treating you that night,” he said to her.

Lauren blushed, but then glared at him.

“You almost had me fooled, I’ll give you that. But I caught what you said.”

From her reaction earlier at the event, he knew what she was referring to.

“I called you what I always call you,” he replied, confused.

“Yeah, and you know how much I hate it. You hadn’t said it in a while, so I thought maybe you finally had some respect for me.”

“Jesus Christ,” Cillian muttered, shaking his head. She had it all wrong.

But Lauren wasn’t finished.

“And I don’t know what tonight was, exactly,” she continued, “but I’m tired of whatever game you’re playing. So unless you can tell me something that makes sense within the next 30 seconds, I’m done with all this. I deserve at least a fraction of respect.”

At that, Cillian lost his cool.

“For Christ’s sake, you’re the only person around here I have fucking respect for!” he raised his voice. “Did I not make that clear tonight? Jesus, Lauren, I think you’re fucking amazing! And if you weren’t so busy avoiding me and looking for reasons not to believe it, you’d have seen a long time ago that I’m crazy about you!”

His eyes bored into her, his expression completely serious.

Shocked, Lauren just looked at him, suddenly at a loss for words as her heart pounded. His face was completely sincere.

“You are?” she finally asked quietly.

Cillian stepped closer to her again, looking into her eyes.

“Yes,” he said, “I am. I’ve been crazy about you since the day I found you lost in that hallway. I just didn’t realize it right away.”

At that, Lauren’s heart swelled with emotion. He remembered the day they met?

“And you’re right about three things,” Cillian continued. “I am an asshole, I do care about you, and I was jealous that day.”

“You do? You were?” she asked, her expression still one of surprise.

“When I saw that photographer looking at you, I was furious. And when he touched you, I was ready to end him. I said what I said out of jealousy, and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Processing what he’d said, Lauren looked at him, and after a moment, her gaze softened.

“But why did you...” Lauren started, looking down and shaking her head. She then looked back up at him. “I mean, why didn’t you just tell me that?”

Cillian exhaled.

“I was going to. I planned to clear things up at your party, but as soon as I touched you, any coherent thought went out the window. When you responded the way you did, I thought that meant we understood each other. Add that to the fact that you defended me like you had, and I thought you cared about me, too.”

For a moment, they just stared at each other.

“I did,” Lauren finally replied quietly, looking down again. “I do.”

It was true. Even after everything that had happened between them before tonight, she’d still found herself unable to hate him. And now, he was saying everything she could want to hear, and there was no trace of dishonesty in it.

Reaching out, Cillian raised his hand to place a finger under her chin, lifting her head and making her look him in the eyes.

“You do?” he asked, his expression hopeful.

Looking at him, Lauren gave him a little smile.

“Yes. You somehow manage to be the most maddening, exhausting man as well as the most endearing and charming one at the same time. I saw that, and I wanted to be around you all the time. Underneath all that sarcasm, you’re actually sweet.”

Cillian grinned at her.

“So I’m not an asshole?” he said.

Lauren smiled again.

“Well, I didn’t say that...” she teased him.

He looked at her, and when he pretended to be hurt, she couldn’t help but giggle.

At the sound of her laughter, Cillian released a small groan and stepped closer to her as they looked into each other’s eyes. He put his palm on her hip, gently pushing her against the front door and lowering his head into the crook of her neck. He inhaled her perfume and nuzzled her skin, and Lauren reached up and placed her hands on his waist.

“I meant every single thing I said about you tonight, you know?” he said to her. “Tell me you believe that.”

He could hear her breathing, could feel her chest rising and falling.

“Yes,” she whispered back, slightly turning her head closer to him. “Thank you.”

Cillian pulled away to look at her.

“Any chance I can have more than 10 minutes now?” he asked, his hand still on her hip. “I’m praying you’ll let me send that driver away.”

Lauren looked back at him, biting her lower lip as she nodded her head.

As Cillian reached out and grabbed the door handle, Lauren stepped a few feet away to allow him to open it. After leaning out and whistling to the driver, Cillian jerked his thumb and sent him off. When he closed the door and turned back around, he saw Lauren standing further into the entryway, nervously wringing her hands in front of her. It was adorable.

“Did I tell you yet how fucking incredible you look?” he said to her, still admiring her from the doorway. Lauren blushed and bit her lip again, shyly shaking her head.

“Well, you do,” he continued, taking several steps and closing the distance between them. “You’re stunning. I’ve been half hard since the minute you got out of that car tonight.”

Lauren blushed even deeper, feeling desirous yet timid. As she tucked her hair behind her ear, Cillian reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, turning her around and pulling her back against his front.

“You in this dress...” he said in her ear as he slowly ran his hands along her sides. “You in this dress does things to a man.”

Lauren’s heart pounded, and she placed her hands on top of his. Braver now that they weren’t face to face, she spoke.

“I wanted you to eat your heart out,” she said with a smile as she leaned against him. She could feel his erection on her back, and he hummed out a breath as he nuzzled her neck again.

“I’d much rather eat you out,” he replied lowly.

Lauren’s jaw dropped.

“Cillian!” she exclaimed in shocked thrill. She lifted a hand and swatted his arm.

He nearly lost it. It was the first time in all the time they’d known each other that she’d ever said his name, at least to his face. He loved the way it sounded coming from her, especially as it was laced with arousal.

“Say it again,” he demanded in her ear. She knew what he meant, but when she didn’t respond fast enough for his liking, he slapped her ass hard.

“Cillian!” she gasped. She arched her back and her ass thrusted against him.

“That’s right, get used to saying it,” he growled.

Still behind her, Cillian’s hands slowly slid down over her backside and reached for the hem of her dress. When he pushed it up her hips to reveal her bottom, Lauren could hear him suck in a breath.

“Christ,” he muttered as he admired her perfect, plump ass. She was completely bare, save for the skimpiest little black lace thong in existence. At the sight, his dick was rock hard, and he smoothed his palms over her cheeks before sliding his hands to her waist and pulling her flush to him again.

“I stand corrected,” he said as he slipped his finger in the band of her thong. “This is going to be my undoing.” As he spoke, he pulled the band back and then released it, letting it snap against her skin.

“What were you thinking when you put this on?” he asked her. “Are you trying to kill me?”

Lauren giggled again, thrilled at his reaction.

“Maybe,” she replied mischievously over her shoulder, slightly rubbing her ass against him. She could feel a throbbing between her thighs.

Cillian released a low groan before speaking again.

“Believe me, baby, once you see what I’m gonna do to you, you’re gonna want me alive.” He slipped his hand to her front and pressed a finger to her clit.

Lauren involuntarily whimpered at his touch, and his words caused a heat to spread through her body. Any smart remark she may have had was forgotten the moment he touched her like that, and when he kissed her neck, she angled her head to allow him more access to her, craving every touch he gave her.

Cillian kept his fingers against her center as he kissed her. She was already so wet, the fabric of her thong not standing a chance. His body pulsed with the need to feel all of her, and he slid his hands up her torso, tracing his fingers up her spine before grasping the small zipper of her dress and pulling it down. He began to part the fabric from her shoulder blades, but then he turned her around, wanting to feast on every second that her breasts were finally revealed to him.

As Lauren turned to face him, the primal look in his eyes made her heart skip a beat. She reached up and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his neck out of shy desire. But then, once she was safe in his warmth and inhaled his cologne, she couldn’t stop herself from lifting a palm to his opposite cheek while she turned her head slightly and placed a kiss on his jawline.

Cillian groaned.

“Please tell me you’re not going to stop there,” he said.

Lauren pressed her lips to him again, slowly trailing kisses along his jaw until she made her way to his mouth. She paused for a moment, and Cillian looked down at her lips.

“Give me what I want,” he said to her.

Immediately, Lauren pressed her lips to his, and she ran her fingers through his hair as she scratched at the back of his scalp. He devoured her mouth, and as she pulled him more closely against her, Cillian responded by bracing her in his arms before moving them forward and pushing her against the wall. As her bare back met the cold surface, she had to pull away from him as she released a small cry of shock, arching away from the wall. When their eyes met, they both smiled, and Cillian leaned into her again.

“I’m sorry,” he said as his mouth ghosted over hers. “I want you naked, but I didn’t think we’d still be here in the hallway.”

Lauren smiled again and leaned forward, pecking his lips.

“Then maybe you should take me to the bedroom,” she whispered bravely.

Suddenly, a fire appeared in Cillian’s eyes. He blew out a short breath and narrowed his eyes at her in warning.

“Be careful what you ask for,” he said to her. “Once we’re in there, we’re not coming out until I say so.”

Lauren bit her lip again as she placed her hands on his shirt and glided them up his chest. She then moved them up to the lapels of his jacket before grasping them in her hands and pulling him closer.

“I can live with that,” she responded.

Cillian muttered an expletive under his breath as he grabbed Lauren’s wrists and pulled her away from the wall. Lacing their fingers together, he walked her through the hallway and to the bedroom, pushing her inside and closing the door behind them.

Immediately, they met in the middle of the room. As Cillian placed his head over her shoulder and worked to finish unzipping her dress, Lauren slid her hands under his jacket and pushed it off him, before grabbing his shirt and working it up his middle. He stopped for a moment to put enough space between them to allow her to pull the shirt off him, and he shucked it to the floor as he grabbed her again. His hands returning to her back, Lauren wrapped her arms around his shoulders and glided her fingers along his skin. When he finally had her zipper completely undone, Cillian grabbed her hips and pushed her away from him slightly, wanting to see every inch of her as he removed the dress from her body.

He pulled the thin straps down her shoulders, and Lauren slipped her arms through them. Cillian’s eyes raked over her as he slowly pulled the dress down her chest and torso and then rolled it down her hips, the skirt still gathered high on her thighs from when he’d inched it up earlier. As the dress fell to the floor, Lauren felt her entire body flush as she saw the way he looked at her. A part of her felt so exposed that she wanted to hide, but Cillian pulled her against him before she had a chance to think twice. His hands glided over her skin as he hovered in the crook of her neck.

“Fuck,” he said hoarsely, breathing heavily against her, “just when I thought you couldn’t be more perfect.”

Without warning, he slid his hand up her middle and palmed her right breast, cupping it fully and pinching her nipple. Lauren whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut in pleasure, and she shuddered out a breath as he moved to her left breast. He then turned her around so her back was to him once more.

“Do you have any idea how crazy these drove me?” Cillian said to her, reaching up to her chest from behind her and kneading each breast. “It took all my strength not to rip your shirt off every time we were together.”

Lauren couldn’t help but smile, loving the thought of making him so crazy.

“I wouldn’t have stopped you,” she replied to him. She tilted her head back to rest on his shoulder as he continued to touch her.

“Now you tell me.” He shook his head. “Un-fucking-believable.”

Lauren smiled again, still braver with him behind her.

“Poor baby,” she teased him. She ground her ass against him and began to giggle, but it was cut short when Cillian whipped her back around and roughly pulled her close.

“You’re playing with fire, baby,” he warned her lowly. “But if you wanna go there, I’m more than happy to teach you a lesson.”

At that, Cillian grabbed the back of her neck possessively and covered her lips with a searing kiss. Lauren moaned into his mouth, and she placed a hand on his cheek as they devoured each other. As Cillian gripped her body tighter, she curled her arms underneath his, pulling herself as close against him as possible, loving the feeling of her naked breasts against his bare chest. She let her fingers dance across the muscled planes of his back, and she hadn’t noticed that he’d been guiding her towards the bed until her calves met the mattress.

Cillian tried to take things slowly, but as soon as Lauren had teased him with her ass, it pushed him over the edge. Relishing in feeling her against him skin to skin, his lips remained on hers as he backed her towards the bed. He felt her fingers gliding along his back, and as much as he wanted her touch, he wanted to touch her more. Upon meeting the mattress, he slipped his hands down her arms and grasped her elbows, pulling her arms away from him while he simultaneously pulled away from her mouth. Lauren looked at him, confused for a moment, before he gently pushed her back further, making her sit on the bed. Quickly, he knelt down in front of her and removed his shoes and socks, before he reached out and lifted her feet off the floor, one at a time, to remove her heels.

“I have half a mind to make you keep these on,” he said, almost to himself. Her sexy little black heels were a seductive contrast to the red polish on her toes. As he removed her second shoe, he gently stroked her ankle, and when Lauren pointed her toes in a reflex, Cillian slipped his hand to the bottom of her foot and ran his thumb along her arch.

“Ahh!” Lauren breathed out, squirming as she pointed her toes even more and fell back on her elbows. Cillian’s head shot up to look at her, and he smiled at her reaction. That was a bit of information he’d have to remember for later. He did it again, and Lauren jerked her foot out of his grip.

“So sensitive,” he teased, still watching her as she was semi-reclined on the bed. He then stood up and grabbed her wrists, lifting her arms up and above her head. He planted his knees on the bed on either side of her and leaned forward, causing her to fully fall back against the mattress as he pinned her wrists down with one hand. He hovered over her as their eyes met.

“Let’s see if that’s the case everywhere,” he said.

With that, Cillian lowered his face to her chest and pressed his lips to her collarbone. He trailed kisses all along her skin, and he could feel Lauren writhing slightly as he got closer to her breasts. Still holding her down with one hand, he used the other to cup her breast again, kissing the underside before finally closing his lips around her nipple.

Lauren inhaled sharply and arched her back up, her eyes fluttering closed as his tongue swiped over the hardened peak. She bit her lip and moaned as Cillian simultaneously kneaded her flesh, before he switched the hands on her wrist so that he could pay her other breast the same attention. Lauren couldn’t help but fight his grip, feeling the need to move, and when she did, he let her wrists go, loving having her helpless but wanting to use both of his hands to touch her. Still kneeling over her, Cillian braced himself on the bed as he slowly ran his tongue up the valley between her breasts. Lauren’s chest rose and fell quickly, and he then pulled back in order to slide his hands onto her again, massaging each perfect, plump mound of flesh before pushing them together and burying his face in them. As he kissed and sucked her again, Lauren’s hands flew to his head, her palms curling around his scalp and holding him against her.

Eventually, Cillian retreated from her chest, lifting his head to hers and resting in the crook of her neck. Lauren reached up and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, then trailed her hand up the back of his head and stroked the hair at the nape of his neck. She loved the delicious feeling of his weight above her, and she wrapped a leg around his waist, feeling the combination of his bare torso and the fabric of his pants against her skin. She softly kissed his neck as he hovered over her shoulder, stroking his nape again.

Cillian groaned as Lauren touched him, inhaling her intoxicating scent again as he pressed his lips beneath her earlobe.

“I could spend hours with these,” he said in her ear as he kneaded her breasts again and pinched her nipples. Lauren arched into his hands and moaned in pleasure, but she shook her head, and he pulled back from her to look down into her eyes.

“Why not?” he said mischievously, but he felt the subtle yet steady rocking of her hips beneath his, and he knew exactly why.

Lauren’s face flushed and she bit her lip, too timid to speak, and Cillian couldn’t stop the smirk that spread across his face, enjoying the contrast of her shy helplessness beneath him compared to outside the bedroom. Somehow, he knew she would be all talk and no show, and he fucking loved it.

“What do you want, baby?” he asked her. “Tell me what you want.”

Lauren’s heart was pounding, and she pressed her thighs together in need. She closed her eyes and shook her head again, but Cillian leaned down and gently grasped her chin between his fingers, causing her to open her eyes again.

“Tell me,” he whispered as he hovered over her mouth. “I know you can.”

Involuntarily, Lauren’s hips bucked upwards against his, seeking any kind of contact, any kind of friction. She was helpless underneath him, his touch and his dominance causing an arousal and a need in her so great that she thought she was going to faint.

“Just...just...touch me,” she said breathlessly. “Please!”

Hearing her beg him, any remaining blood in Cillian’s veins coursed straight to his cock. He reached his hand down between their bodies and lightly stroked his fingers over her mound, noting that her thong was now completely soaked. At his touch, Lauren’s hips bucked again.

“Where? Here?” he teased her darkly, his voice thick with lust. He stroked her again, applying more pressure.

Lauren gasped and clamped her thighs together around his hand, nodding her head wordlessly and arching her back as she gripped the bedsheets. Cillian gently pulled his fingers from her center and then placed both of his hands on her hips, hooking his fingers into the lace of her thong.

“As unbelievably sexy as this is,” he said as he began slowly pulling the fabric down her hips, “I think we’ll both be happier when it’s on my floor.” He curled his fingers under Lauren’s ass cheeks, encouraging her to lift her hips as he kept pulling it down. Once she lifted off the mattress, he slipped it completely off her and then mindlessly tossed it to the floor. Immediately, his fingers returned to her core, the absence of the fabric now allowing him to fully feel all of her. Lauren whimpered as she felt him stroke up and down her bare center, and when he tentatively slipped a finger between her folds and skimmed her clit, she cried out in pleasure.

“Ahh!” she bucked against his hand.

“Yeah? You like that?” Cillian ground out hoarsely, insanely turned on by her reaction to his touch. He pressed deeper into her folds and felt her arousal coating his fingers.

“So wet,” he groaned in awe of her. “Is this all for me?” He slowly pumped his fingers again, curling them up into her. “You’re wet for me, aren’t you, Lauren?”

“Yes!” Lauren breathed, her heart skipping several beats at the way he said her name. She writhed against him as he worked his fingers, swiping through her arousal again as he pressed his thumb to her clit.

“Oh!” Her eyes squeezed shut again, nearly kicking her legs at the sensation.

Holding her hip down with his free hand, Cillian slowly withdrew his fingers from her. Lauren mewled a protest at the loss of his touch, and she lifted onto her elbows to look at him, her clit throbbing. As she squeezed her thighs together, she met his eyes, and Cillian briefly held her gaze before sliding his hands onto her knees and pulling her legs apart. Lauren tried to catch her breath, but before she could even fully inhale, the wind was knocked out of her again as she suddenly felt Cillian’s warm mouth on her mound.

“Oh my God!” she cried out as he licked a hot path to her clit. Instinctively, Lauren tried to press her legs together, but Cillian quickly slid his palms onto each of her inner thighs, keeping her legs parted as he continued to explore her with his tongue. His mouth still on her, he lifted his eyes to meet hers, and her heart skipped so many beats that Lauren thought she was going to faint. Her elbows immediately gave out beneath her and her back met the mattress again, and she threw her arm over her eyes, not thinking she’d survive if she looked at him again.

Upon seeing Lauren cover her face, Cillian pulled away from her core and raised himself back up over her. As much as he loved how much she was coming undone, he wanted to see and hear every moment of it; wanted her to let go.

Lauren could sense Cillian above her, but she kept her arm over her eyes. Her lips were parted slightly and her chest was heaving, and she felt him gently grasp her wrist as he peeled her arm away. She still didn’t open her eyes, though, and after a moment, Cillian spoke.

“Lauren,” he said, “look at me.”

After a beat, Lauren forced herself to open her eyes, unable to resist how gentle he sounded. Her heart pounded as she met his eyes, and he lifted a hand to her face and stroked her cheek.

“Am I making you feel good?” he asked her, keeping their eyes locked.

Lauren nodded slowly and blushed.

“Yes,” she whispered. “So good.”

“Then I want you to show me,” he replied. “Everything you’re feeling; I want to see and hear it all. Don’t hide from me.”

“I’m sorry,” Lauren replied quietly. “I...I just...you’re...”

“That good, huh?” Cillian said with a devilish smirk.

At that, Lauren’s expression quickly changed to a smile, and some of her nerves left her as he gave her that mischievous look she’d grown so accustomed to. Still smiling, she lifted her arms and placed her hands on either side of his head, pulling him closer.

“Yes, actually,” she replied. “But don’t let it go to your head.”

“No guarantees,” he answered her, smiling against her lips before they kissed again.

After a moment, Cillian pulled away from her mouth and slowly began making his way down her body again. Lauren’s hand lingered on his shoulder until it slipped off him as he moved further down her torso. Finally, he reached for her knees and pulled her legs apart again, and he met her eyes briefly, willing her not to hold back.

“Just relax,” he said to her. “And let me hear you.”

Cillian licked her slowly, intentionally, drinking her in and discovering every way she needed to be touched to get the response he wanted. Neither of them had any sense of time as she endlessly writhed on the bed, and it didn’t matter. With her legs over his shoulders, her gasps and whines were only fuel for his fire, and when he sucked her clit again and she twisted her ankle on his shoulder while arching off the mattress, he knew she was close.

“Cillian...I’m...I’m close,” she panted. Her fingers were tangled in his hair and the sound of his name falling from her mouth again drove him crazy.

“Yeah? You wanna come, baby?” he said, his voice raw with arousal.

“Yes! God, please, yes!”

Cillian lapped at her clit again as he simultaneously pressed his fingers to her slick folds, tracing her entrance and then curling them inside her. He could feel her tightening around him, and when he gave a final sweep to her sensitive bud, she fell over the edge and crashed hard, coming with his head still between her legs and a string of expletives accenting the air.

Lauren’s hearing seemed to momentarily leave her as she rode out her high, because all she could hear was the sound of her own heart pounding in her ears. Her eyes squeezed shut, she tried to steady her breathing as her senses slowly returned to her. She felt Cillian make his way back up to her, and as soon as she had enough strength to reach for him, she wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him down to her, clinging to him as she continued to try and return her breathing to normal.

Seeing Lauren come, and as hard as she had, had Cillian about ready to lose it himself. When she pulled him down to her and wrapped herself around him, he stroked her sides and hooked her leg around his waist, kissing her neck and nuzzling her skin. They stayed like that for several minutes before Lauren finally spoke.

“I think I’m dead,” she said.

Cillian exhaled a short laugh before he pulled away from her neck.

“Then you’re about to have one hell of a resurrection,” he said to her.

With that, he lifted himself off her and sat back on the mattress, resting on his knees and then grabbing Lauren’s wrists. He pulled her up to sitting and then leaned down and kissed her. His lips hovered over hers when he spoke again.

“Touch me,” he said.

A fresh wave of desire spread through Lauren as she felt his breath on her lips. Swallowing her shyness, she rose on her knees to meet him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing her breasts into his chest as she kissed his jaw again. Cillian wrapped his arms around her waist as she moved her mouth lower, peppering kisses over his skin and running her fingers through the dusting of hair on his chest. She could feel his heart beating under her hands, and she raised a hand to curl her palm around the back of his head again. She continued to move the fingers of her other hand over his skin, tracing along his arms, pecs, and back, feeling every indent and muscle. Cillian groaned when she returned her lips to his and tugged on his hair.

Feeling his erection against her belly, Lauren pushed against him. He still hadn’t removed his pants, and when she pulled away from his mouth and looked down, she saw the obvious outline of his bulge against the fabric. She was aching to touch him, but when she reached down and rested her hands on his waistband, her nerves stopped her.

Seeing the blush creep over her cheeks, Cillian gently grabbed her wrist and guided her hand down, placing it over his erection and holding it there.

“Don’t get shy on me again, now,” he said to her, his voice heavy with desire.

Lauren inhaled as he released her wrist, and she palmed him for a moment longer before lifting both hands to his waistband. She could feel him watching her as she looked down to open his button and undo his zipper, and when she slipped her hands in the band of his boxer briefs and slowly pushed them down with his pants, she had to stifle a moan as his cock was revealed.

He was beautifully hard and thick, his large shaft begging to be touched and her hands itching to oblige. Without thinking, Lauren reached down and wrapped her hand around him, savoring the feeling of his warm stiffness as she stroked him. Somehow, the second they made contact, she became bolder than she knew was possible for herself, stroking him with the desire and determination to satisfy both of their needs.

As Lauren swiped her thumb over his tip and then stroked him again, Cillian had to grip her waist tighter in support.

“Fuck, baby, that’s perfect,” he groaned. “Keep going.”

Lauren continued to touch him, stroking him over and over with one hand while reaching her other arm up to rest her hand against his jaw as she kissed his neck. Cillian’s abs tightened in response to the feel of her lips against his neck as she cupped his balls, and when she stroked her thumb over his tip again and whispered in his ear, he fucking lost it.

“You feel so good,” Lauren breathed out.

With a final kiss to his neck, she began to lower herself down his front with the intention of using her mouth, but before she could get very far, Cillian grabbed her under the arms and lifted her back up before leaning forward and taking her with him, roughly crashing them both down onto the mattress.

Her hair fanned out behind her, Lauren blinked in surprise a few times before realizing what had happened. Looking up at Cillian, she started to stutter a protest as he pinned her wrists on either side of her head.

“But...I was gonna...”

“I know exactly what you were gonna do, but you’re too damn good and I can’t wait any longer. There’ll be plenty of time for that later, and believe me, I’m gonna take you up on it.”

She looked so fucking beautiful beneath him, and he quickly reached down to remove his pants entirely before grasping her wrists again. Lauren moaned in pleasure when she felt his hardness against her core as he bit at her neck.

“You see what you do to me?” he panted in her ear as he rubbed against her. He could feel her slickness coating his shaft and he reached down between them to finger her again, to feel if she was ready. He found the answer he wanted, and he pressed his thumb against her clit again for good measure.

“Ah! Cill...please!” she breathed out as her head rolled to the side.

When he heard his shortened name come out of her sweet little mouth, it did something to him, and he quickly grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his waist.

“What do you need, baby?” he said lustfully.

“You! Please! I need you inside me now!”

In one swift motion, Cillian sank himself inside her, and Lauren cried out in pleasure as she felt him fill her completely. She tightened her legs around his waist as her nails clawed into his shoulder.

“Fuck, did I hurt you?” Cillian asked, his face etched with concern. But Lauren opened her eyes and quickly shook her head.

“No,” she said, trying to reassure him. “I just...it feels so good.”

Upon hearing that, Cillian grinned and reached a hand up to smooth a piece of her hair away from her face.

“You feel incredible,” he said to her.

He then lowered his mouth to hers, and Lauren gradually adjusted to Cillian’s cock inside of her as they kissed. She could feel how he filled her everywhere, and she clung to him as he slowly began to thrust in and out of her. The friction was perfect, and she moaned as she felt his pubic bone repeatedly rub her clit with each movement.

Cillian’s mind went cloudy as he moved in and out of Lauren. She was perfect here, too, so soft and so tight, and he felt her walls fluttering open and then clamping down on him with each thrust. The tug her pussy gave on his cock was just right, and he could feel her moving with him as he braced himself above her. When he shifted slightly, it clearly caused a different sensation for her, which she must have enjoyed, because he then felt her glide her hands down onto his ass, and when she grabbed him and pulled him even closer to her, he laughed.

“Easy, baby, we’ve got all night, and I plan on taking my time with you.”

Numerous times, they changed positions, Cillian staving off his own release in order to stay inside her as long as possible and get her to her own high. He loved having her ride him, her perfect tits bouncing beautifully as she raised and lowered herself on his cock. As she straddled him, he drowned himself in her breasts, and Lauren moaned at every stroke and nip he gave her as he simultaneously glided his hands over her ass. He noticed she seemed to have an obsession with his hair, and he smiled against her lips when she ran her fingers through it again and again and tugged at the strands.

Eventually, Cillian shifted her again, pushing her back down on the mattress before hovering over her once more. As he lowered his face to her breasts again, Lauren smiled to herself as she realized he wasn’t kidding when he said he was crazy about her breasts. It was only in her favor, however, as she loved his touch, as well as it afforded her the chance to run her fingers through his hair like she’d wanted to do for as long as she could remember.

Cillian brought his face to Lauren’s once more, and he gave her a quick kiss before looking into her eyes.

“I want you to come again, baby,” he said to her.

Lauren’s heart pounded, and without another word, Cillian hooked her leg around his waist again and began thrusting in and out of her at an increased speed. As she felt the way his cock hit her at this particular angle, Lauren gasped and threw her arms around his neck. Soon, Cillian could feel her getting close, her hips falling out of unison with his thrusts as she started to lose focus. He could feel himself riding the edge as he watched her squeeze her eyes closed and bite her lip in need.

“Look at me,” he commanded her, his breath coming out in short pants.

“I can’t,” Lauren helplessly whined, throwing her head to the side as she kept her eyes closed.

“Yes, you can,” he said as he grabbed her hips and drove into her more. When she still didn’t look at him, he spoke again.

“Lauren!” he said demandingly, his voice raised slightly. She finally turned her head and opened her eyes, and when she did, his heart almost stopped.

“More, Cill, please,” she said in the tiniest voice. “Harder.”

At that, he was gone.

“Fuck!” he cursed loudly as he pounded into her with everything he had.

It took only seconds more to bring them both to the edge, and they each soon toppled over it, Lauren letting out a strained cry with her climax as Cillian shouted out a groan with his. He then collapsed on top of her, and she wrapped her arms around him as they both came down from their highs with panting breath. Gradually, their pulses slowed, and Lauren let one of her arms fall from Cillian’s shoulders and plop lazily on the bed before speaking.

“Ok, now I know I’m dead.”

Cillian lifted his head from the crook of her neck and met her eyes.

“That makes two of us,” he said with a smile.

——————————————————

Hours later, Cillian was sitting up with his back against the headboard and Lauren in his lap. As she softly drew patterns along his chest with her fingers, he held her waist and stroked her hips with his thumbs. Eventually raising his hand to run it through her long hair, he looked up at her face, their eyes meeting as he played with her strands.

“I never meant it like that, you know?” he suddenly said to her.

Lauren furrowed her brow.

“What are you talking about?” she asked.

“Whenever I called you ‘sweetheart’,” he explained. “It just came out the first time I saw you, and then I couldn’t seem to stop saying it. But I never meant it as demeaning.”

Lauren smiled at him.

“I know that now,” she replied.

Cillian leaned forward slightly and lowered his hands to her waist again.

“I’ve only ever called you that,” he continued.

“Am I supposed to be flattered?” Lauren raised her eyebrows.

“It was my way of labeling you as mine.”

At that, Lauren’s gaze softened, and Cillian gently squeezed her.

“I know how much you hate it, but I’m not going to be able to stop calling you that, so you’re just going to have to grow to like it.”

At that, Lauren reached up and gently held Cillian’s chin between her fingers, their eyes meeting.

“Whatever you say, shithead,” she grinned.

She then pulled him closer and kissed him, feeling his smile against her lips as he kissed her back.

*~~~~~*****~~~~~*

Epilogue - Part 1

@nyxxie-pooh @hannibellector @fuseburner @neonpurplestars89-blog

#cillian fic #cillian murphy #cillian x fem!reader #cillian x original character #18+ only #cillian murphy smut

103 notes · View notes