#(begging on my hands and knees) please please please please dont do anything crazy please please please

[bloodybirthdays]

seeing billy next to skull merchant and twins scares me I do Not trust them to not fuck him over again.

[flowerfreya]

No Knock Raid

I kinda have an obsession with mafia!141 and it's my fave dark romance trope

Pairing: John Price / Reader

No mention of name or description of reader

About this: SWAT performs a no knock raid on the readers and Johns room.

This whole day tasted like it was off , it was way too hot , the air was  stagnant and you knew that tonight it was going to storm . John had been away on business since yesterday.  He’s texted on telegram multiple times just updating you on what's he’s doing and you the same 

The kids started summer about two weeks ago and you have officially run out of stuff to do. 

You know you have wonderful children but they have so much energy , sadly and with “daddy” gone they have gone a little crazy. Youve been to the pool , water balloons and a pillow fort that is still up. 

It's bath time and you can see the storm clouds rolling in and hoping you can get the kids to bed so they won't beg to sleep with you. 

You hear a crack of thunder as you fall asleep.

You wake up to the sound of more thunder or so  you think until men in SWAT gear are yelling at you with flashlights and guns to “GET , UP” and your first thought it that you need to get your kids and call John. You push the button on the backside of the night stand as you get led out of the bedroom and into the living room where your two children on their knees with the hands behind their head and one of the swat members holding your youngest.

“Mommy” the little cries reaching his little arms out for you.

“Can I grab him?”, you ask the agent.

“No”, he says.

“Please”, you beg. You think about what will happen once you tell him about the agent that refused to let you hold your children. Hearing your children cry and you not being able to do anything is hurting you in ways that you can’t even fathom.

“No”, he says again with a little more authority 

You think you start to disassociate seeing them take your kids away in a separate car with tears rolling down everyone's cheeks. At the precinct you are immediately taken to the integration room and you wait… and…. wait and ….wait some more. When the agent finally comes in, he looks tired but you see the smirk in his eye thinking he finally got John Price.

“Do you want some water or coffee?”, he ask.

“I want my phone call you”, say quietly.

“You sure you want to call your husband” he ask 

“I want my phone call”

He sighs ,“okay” and comes back with a flip phone 

You call your sister , she answers on the third ring 

“Hello”

“Can you come to the 18th precinct and pick up the kids”

“What” 

“Can you please come the 18th precinct and pick up the kids” 

“Yes , I will be there in thirty minutes” she hangs up after. You are worried about your children , they had guns pointed at them, woken up in the middle of the night with big men yelling at them, and you can't comfort them and it's making you go crazy. 

The lights in the integration room are starting to give you a headache , your stomach is rolling around, and you have picked off all your nails and started doing cuticle work with your teeth. You know the agent is asking you questions 

“Do you know what your husband does for a living “ 

“How often is he gone ? “

“What does 141 mean to you” 

You answered none of them , didn't even acknowledge the questions being asked. You just wanted to go home and hug your children. 

Agent number 2 walks in says something to Agent number 1 ears  he purses his lips rises out of his chair and says “Well Ms.Price your good to go” 

You relax your shoulders in relief and stand to your feet and follow them out the door. 

“-IF YOU DONT GET MY WIFE RIGHT KNOW ,HEADS WILL FUCKING ROLL” you hear him before you see him and the voice brings you so much joy you quicken your steps and round the corner and you see him. You walk towards him bumping into almost every desk and banging your head into his chest , grabbing his hand and squeezing as hard as you can. 

“My love , I’m so sorry” he whispers against your forehead.

“The children?” you ask just as quietly.

“Safe at home , with your sister” 

“Is home really safe?”

He is quiet and doesn’t answer but his eyes narrow and looks around and zones in at the Chief and stalks over 

“You got a lot of nerve doing a fucking no knock raid on my home” he’s standing toe to toe with him looking him directly in eyes. The Chief face pales and tries to back up and when sees that he runs into a wall , he sputters “I-I didn’t kno-” 

John somehow gets closer and rears his fist back “You didn’t know that your agents were going to raid my house”, he ask almost rhetorically. He says underneath his breath to him , “You will regret this and will be dealt with later” 

He then looks at you and walks toward you, puts his hand on the same of your back and leads you out the building and into the car.

[rierice8]

Haii! Okay so, I need Tetchou sumt. Like desperately. Please I don't give a fuck about anything else just Tetchou sumt, I'm begging.

Like on my knees beg for it. Lemme just fuck him senseless or let Jouno do it. I've got that one panel in mind and you know which one I'm talking about so like please, begging, Tetchou sumt bc he's so bbg and I'm desperate like I said before. Please and thank you ❤

Mickey :)

BOLD OF YOU TO SIGN THIS WITH YOUR NAME MY GUY- I LOVE YOU MAN BUT LIKE…YOUR CRAZY

I agree tho soooo hard tecchou is the finest man ever to ever. Yes. Sry this took months pookie I swear you sent me this in September and its also kinda short…whateverrrrrr its fineeeee ‼️💯🫶

Tecchou x male reader

Word count: 361

Warnings: none- I dont think so…use of the word “toy” once?

Tecchou didn’t know where to put his hands…

currently his head was in between your thighs, your cock shoved down his throat as he sloppily tried to suck you off.

Turns out that trying to suck your boyfriend off with zero experience was not as easy as it seemed, so he kept choking and gagging, not really knowing how he should move his head or use his tongue. Though every now and again he’d stare up at you with his pleading eyes, wanting to know if he was doing alright.

If he was pleasuring you well enough. And every now and again you’d let out a grunt and tell him what a good boy he is for taking you in his mouth so well. Though, Tecchou was going so slow and you just wanted to cum at this rate so you could flip him over and fuck him.

“Fuck…”

You whispered out as you grabbed him by the hair and pushed him down on your cock all the way. He gagged a bit looking up at you briefly before you started fucking into his mouth, using him like a toy.

“Your mouth feels so good, Tecchou…never fucking stop…”

You grumbled out as you kept fucking his mouth. He only moaned and whimpered around your dick as you only sped up. His little noises only vibrate against you, amplifying the pleasure. His eyes clenched shut, letting you use his mouth up, his legs only closing and rubbing together as he tried to relieve himself even with a small amount of friction.

You eventually let out a low moan as you came down his throat, he choked a bit as you pulled out, but he swallowed.

“Ah…you didn’t have to swallow that…”

You said with a small laugh as you looked at him, still panting, he just looked up at you with a fucked out gaze

“Mmh…I wanted too,”

He said.

You smiled at him before helping him to his feet, before throwing him down again against the bed.

“Hey…don't think I was just going to forget about pleasuring you too…I’ll make sure you won't be able to walk for a week, pretty boy,”

[kenlvry]

kyle brofloski x reader

cw, kyle is somewhat manipulative. kyle is a playboy. one shot. 19-20. he begs for you to stay. hes on his knees for you, he's literally head over heels for you. drabble.

Kyle brofloski. just a few days ago he was blabbering to you and raising his voice at you for 'staring' at kenny differently or being 'too friendly' with clyde, he couldnt help it, the way they were staring at you was like how he stared at you when he first saw you. he yelled at you almost everytime for talking for too long with any guy but here he was surrounded by three girls at the bar smiling and smirking while they touch and flirt with him.

you let out a sigh and smile while running your fingers through your hair. you grabbed your bag and left the club, kyle saw your glimpse and immediately ran out after you, apologizing to the girls.

rushing out the door finding you stand there calling an uber to pick you up and bring you home. "babe, whats going on we just got here you wanna leave already?" he pulled you making you turn to him. he grabbed your phone and ended the call between you and the driver "and i can drive you home." you scoff and cross your arms "oh yeah? then should i just watch you get flirted by three girls?"

he sighs and roll his head back "cmon, they were js tryna talk to me you can have just as much fun as im having" you rolled your eyes at his remark "but then if i try to talk to any guy you'd go nuts as if im trying to fuck every guy i see" you tilt your head to the side slightly raising your eyebrow. "im not like that stop, all the guys that has tried talking to you have dreamt about getting in your pants"

"maybe i shouldve just let them get in my pants, im walking home." you turn around and before you could move he pulled your bag making you stop in your tracks and look back at him with an angry look. "what the hells wrong with you? you've never cared so much that i talk to other girls, calm down" that was your breaking point. "calm down? kyle are you hearing yourself? while you're over there acting like the playboy of the century im over here standing alone because the girls think im a fucking loser and you wont let me talk to guys, im done kyle im so sick of having to limit myself to girls only maybe its my fault maybe im not the loyal girl you wanted but if it makes me the bad guy then so be it, goodbye im breaking up with you" you pull your bag from his hands and turn around to walk away from him.

"please im sorry" you stopped, never has kyle apologized for something "please dont leave me im sorry" his voice sounded like he was on the verge of tears, you turn around and his nose was red. "are you crying? dont make yourself the victim kyle."

he walked to you and grabbed your bag "I'll hold your bag, let you wear my shoes because of how much it hurts wearing those heels I'll even go on my knees just please dont leave me" he dropped down on his knees grabbing your hand and looked up at you with glossy eyes.

your eyes widen and stood shock "kyle wtf get up people might see" you pulled him up and just as hes on his feet he turns to liquid, his head laying on your shoulder and hugging you, the scent of your perfume driving him crazy hes just containing it.

hes sniffling while rambling sorry multiple times not letting go and tightening his grip on you. you sigh, it was manipulative sure but.. cmon how could you refuse "fine, im not breaking up with you just stop embarrassing me, lets go home" he looks at you with shine in his eyes and a big smile plastered on his face.

"I'll drive you home" he says and you roll your eyes and smile. you walk to his car while he follows behind you holding your bag, his hands holding you shirt not letting go like a clueless dog.

oh how he wishes you know how much of a grip you have on him, that if you ask him to do anything he'd obey. hes deeply inlove with you, you just dont know it.

[tittysuckersworld]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEAAAASE!!!!! tell me about your huhhhhh fem skk au .... actor dazai.. band chuuya. idk where the post went i think it was you, i beg, on my hands and knees i love them. plzplzplz (agree with ur tags btw me2:(( )

I AMMM THE PERSON WITH AUU THANK YOU FOR ENABLING MEEEEEE- ehem hi hallo i am yes hi sudhsudjs okay ya uhhhhh hm im not sure where to start from where left off- rant got long so under cut is more :>

but pretty much soukoku as an idol group til the photographer/aspireing writer oda somehow gets in a scandle and has his parental rights to his kids taken away. before was shared custody but now is.. not.

at this point dazai was already very ready to quit being an idol. so to try and cover up the oda scandal she leaks some pictures of her kissing some people earlier in her career and some mysterious ginger lady....... she also sets up a bomb under one of the agencys cars to really blow everything over.

chuuya is not happy with this. very not happy with this.

but, now she has the freedom to do whatever she wants with her music. so she gose full pop-punk rock<3<3<3<3 and also this is where stupid animatic make their way into my plan. remember the song black sheep cover by lady in schot pilgram, this is one song chuuya makes when she hits it off on her own. she also gets really popular when she moves to pop punk rock

okay dont actually have much else planned with this- just that 2-3 years later dazai publishes a book and its a crazy best seller. talking about the inner workings of the industry and is working on her next books. mabey publishes another in like a year. i am not fully sure timeline-

the dazai leaving the agensy and car bomb really give off breaking up vibes to chuuya til a hose soaked dazai is in front of her door. not even fake rain just blondie(kunikida) got mad at her plan and desided to try soaking the prick. i dont think they immediately start dating again, but they do at some point. and is secret dating ya.

dazai just shows up to some of chuuyas shows? its a running gag that dazai will somehow get on stage and fuck with chuuya. or mess with the lights. or just anything to make a lil ruckus. the media has no clue how dazai keeps ending up at them at the right place and right time.

so! one time 4-5-6 years after dazai leaves the company and a few years of them dating again, dazai sorta.. stops coming to the shows for a little? like seems to be super busy with new book or smth.

animatic timee

then on anniversary chuuya desides to sing one of her old songs. and dazai is sitting in the croud. and is so so much. at the end the light moves over to dazai in the croud as she walks tword the stage. then the lights shut off when shes on the stage. just those two, heres their dialog have thought up, will be little janky not best but im trying. pls change if want.

Ch: "oh so right here-"

D: "Chuuya Nakahara. that first day i met you. that was begrudgingly one of the best days of my life. you were one of the best things in my life. you are one of the best things in my sorry life."

*the sprinklers to the concert all go off*

Ch: "DAZAI?!!?!"

D:"Remember that first arcade date? it was raining so hard we got instantly soaked. got sick for a week with our managers yelling at us. i hated it, but i hated it with you."

D:"or how we snuck out durring that one stop in paris? i was able to get that shitty corner store wine and a day old baguette and you smiled so wide. it was like the sun opened up in front of me."

D:"Mabey instead you could think of that one time, after that accident at that one fan meet. where you slowly unwound and rewound my bandages. kissing each little thing. had to drag you off before you tryed kissing every molecule of my arms."

Ch, wispering: "Osamu.."

D:"Chuuya Nakahara. i am sick of telling lies to the world. im sick of hiding how my eyes can light up hearing your snorts. im sick of hiding the butterflys in my stomach whenever we brush hands on the sidewalk. im sick of not being able to say and shout to the world im yours. so today, no more hiding."

by this point any audience people that stayed are using the flash on their cameras to take pictures, and dazai had bent down to one knee.

D:"Insted, how about we be Chuuya Nakahara-Dazai and Osamu Dazai-Nakahara? from today to death do us part, will you marry me?"

and yada yada ruegfuejhrbe okay yup not sure thats any good- half tempted to have chuuya take the knee here but i think she dose her own cute more private proposal for her engagement back. but yee thats all i got planned!! thank you so much for enabling me and pls pls pls if wanna talk more about this me dms are so so so so open and so is my ask box please begging

[mwagneto]

sherlock & co. review from an insane person (me) coz this is like. the 25th? sherlock adaptation i've checked out so ofc i have opinions on everything ever. and ik ppl who work on indie podcasts browse tumblr sometimes so just in case you work on this DON'T click keep reading, this post is not for youuu shoo. thanks x

ok so far it's like. fine? which is lowkey sad coz i wish it was smtg i really liked but it hasn't gripped me yet which is a shame but yknow. early days. i'm giving it time since it's only 15 episodes so far

my main issue is like. i really wish it wasn't so obviously influenced by bbc but it just so clearly is which is a shaaame like it's better than bbc in every aspect but yknow. not a high bar to clear. like it kinda feels like they liked a lot of things abt bbc and set out to fix the bad parts (h&w friendship being nonexistent, the mysteries being shit) but just kept the rest? in some places keeping things that were invented by bbc which is. baffling tbh

i'm not really picky when it comes to h&w personalities like i think it's fine to just do whatever you want w them, i think it's really fun when an adaptation gives them different personalities than what you're used to but, and this is where it feels far too bbc-ish for comfort, i just don't like it when sherlock is a cunt for no reason? like. he's not a mean person he's only mean in bbc coz moffat thought house md was cool and ripped it off. can we stop making him mean pleeeease 😭 he's just some guy..................

h&w relationship wise it's like... ok so i tend to go into adaptations with a fully clean slate so like i never let my general attachment to them influence how i view them in specific adaptations, the work itself needs to sell me on both the characters and the relationship and like... here neither of those really happened yet which makes me sad coz i think by now it should've but i'm giving it time. at least they're friends and i like that watson is useful for cases/knows things holmes doesn't sometimes coz thats like. such an essential element to sh stories for me and a loooottt of adaptations tend to just completely forget it so that's a win but idk if anything they're too tame? like i dont expect a romance but they can't just be casual friends they need to be bat shit crazy about each other. to me. but like maybe that'll develop over the rest of the podcast we'll see

kinda related to that point but case-wise i think holmes is a bit too ahead of everyone else sometimes which isn't inherently a problem but it does once again smell of bbc which like. noone should ever emulate moffat writing don't do that 🙏 god bles. but i've been able to solve every case along with/before the mcs which is like. thee point of mystery stories for me so yea i really like the stories themselves so far, especially the way they manage to make them solvable even without visuals or narration. OH and i almost forgot but i rly like the soundtrack, i love it when sh soundtracks have a heavy emphasis on violins coz. yknow

howeverr i am on my hands and knees begging them not to give watson a girlfriend tho like please oh myfffucking god . obvs watsonlock doesn't usually factor into my enjoyment of adaptations given that like. y'know. out of the hundreds out there theres only two where either of them is even gay so it's not something i expect nor require but like. to me it is essential that these two ppl are insane abt each other and don't really have anyone else, definitely noone important. like even the rdj movies got this despite ritchie's obsession w the 2 men 1 woman dynamic so idk why i'm constantly having to wage a war against random unnecessary romances for either watson or, god forbid, holmes. when the only interesting relationship either of these men have is with each other. that one granada holmes quote about them choosing not to include mary coz holmes and watson dont need anyone else etc etc. like i seriously dislike it when they introduce anyone else like cmonnnnnn thog dont care

anyway tldr. i guess if asked to pick a short description i'd say. promising? i hope it's gonna be good in the long run. the way they do mysteries is already something i like so. i hope they keep that up and i hope the h&w relationship evolves into something i enjoy coz so far i'm like. i can see the bones of smtg i'll potentially like but it's not there yet. but also like. this is an indie production i'm listening to for free so ion wanna rip into it these are mainly just what i liked/disliked based on the preferences i developed with this one quick trick (grow up completely insane abt sherlock holmes -> consume every adaptation that you can get your paws on -> no profit)

[bradshawsweetheart]

BUCKLE UP BABY HERE WE GO

Then you pictured it: Bob alone on the bus in the dark underneath the jackets and without his arm. Bradley alone in the nurse’s office with his face turned away from the window. Reuben and Mickey in the woods a few feet apart from each other in the dark. Paul’s body face-down in the middle of the desolate woods. 

The visuals of these lifeless bodies alone in the middle of empty locations make my stomach churn

He couldn’t bear the thought of something else happening to his friends, even if he knew they wouldn’t be able to feel it. 

Oh this makes me feel ill and sad

“Why are you so amped? The sun hasn’t even come up yet. Can’t you chill? Besides…” Coyote sighed, pressing his palms to his eyes.

JAVY DONT TELL HER TO CHILL

Once you said it--they’re on their own--Javy suddenly had an identical fear. Forget bears and coyotes. Yes, they’re alone. Your friends are dead--but more than dead, they’re all by themselves. They can’t be out there by themselves.

I’m going to CRY IM TOO SENSITIVE FOR THIS

You nodded. You were almost glad for a moment that he was dead, because he would rather be dead than watch her suffer.  

I can’t bear this

“Christ, didn’t even hear you coming, birdie! Trying to give an old man a heart attack?” He’d have said. He would’ve really beamed at you, holding his finger with the tiniest of splinters up to you. “I’ll give you the download--I’m hurt real bad. I need you in a bad way. ” 

I CANT DO THJS!! THIS IS A TARGETED ATTACK

“No,” you’d answered quickly, not looking away from Bradley. “I told him I’d say until he was gone.” 

“He is gone,” Coyote whispered to you, brows knit. 

MILLOTHY!!!!!!!!!!!!

“No,” you whispered, rubbing your face. “He can’t be alone forever.”

STOP IT

“We should’ve…maybe we should’ve come and gotten him when things first got ugly,” Coyote said. “Maybe he could’ve…”

No baby don’t do this, don’t torture yourself like that

“They didn’t leave each other,” you quietly said to Javy. 

My heart can’t take this death march

When you walked back, Mickey’s weight heavy in your arms, fragments of skull crunched beneath your feet. They were almost indistinguishable from the gravel. You pretended not to notice Coyote’s tears. 

I CANT DO THIS MILLOTHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY

Maybe you were finally going to shower.

… finally👀💀

It dawned on you, just as you pulled the sheet to his chin, that it was the closest to a funeral he’d ever get. No parents. No siblings. No girlfriend. Only you. You and whoever else was left.  

FUCK OFFFFF I CANT DO THIS. I CANT DO THIS.

Maybe it was one of the last moments he was himself. 

Stop that please I beg

“I could drink a case of you, darling,” you whispered to him very seriously. You paused, choked up, and slid your hand through his curls. Still so soft, so thick. You could still smell the sweat on his scalp. “And still I’d be on my feet.”

Crying very real tears rn

A few of the campers were beginning to crowd the courtyard, playing meagerly as Phoenix sat off to the side with her legs drawn to her chest, her cheeks resting atop her knees.

It’s so crazy to me thinking of children playing after all of the horror they’ve seen and heard. I don’t know if it’s comforting or makes me feel sick LOL

Then, as if someone had thrown a wet sheet over her face, she remembered that Bob Floyd was dead. And with wet, wet grief blanketing her and water in her lungs, she sunk back into her pillows and wept as quietly as she could. She did not wake any of the campers. 

WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME MILLOTHY

You weren’t sure there was anything on this green earth that would ever make you forget Bradley closing his eyes and slipping away as you held him close to your body. 

I’m leaving this earth goodbye, I am off to float up past the clouds and into the sun

“It was on clearance,” you told her. 

I just cackled

Phoenix stopped laughing when she noticed that you were weeping. And instead of bringing light to the matter, instead of asking you what was wrong--which she decided was fruitless--she picked up the bar of soap and lathered it in her hands. 

AND NOW INCRY AGAIN

Five. That’s more bodies than there were Beatles.

You motherfucker LMFAOOOOOOO NOT THE BEATLES SPOILER WITHOUT CONTEXT BEING THIS HAHAHAHAHA

She’s backlit by sunlight, which is vivid and unholy, stooping softly because she’s unsure if you’re going to chastise her for coming into the canteen. In her hands, which are trembling, she has a bundle of delicate plum-colored irises. 

Sweet freak :(

Looking at Mable now, that little lost girl who everyone mocked, your heart aches. 

I’ve never called her a freak in my life

She glances down at your throat and looks at the bruises that lay there like a necklace. They’re the same color as the flowers. “They’re irises.” 

Oh this was NASTY OF YOU!!!

She glances at the bodies. “There’s enough for us to give them all one.” 

God this is so so sad

“We’re gonna run out of food by then,” you whisper. You glance at the mess hall. “And the bodies are gonna start to…” 

The nightmare isn’t always over after it’s supposed to end🥲

“Civilization,” she repeats, shaking her head. “We’re gonna have to be reintegrated into society like a bunch of wild animals.” 

Lotsssss of therapy, babe. So much therapy.

“He kinda already did,” Coyote says softly, sadly. “Won’t that be staining his memory if we…?” 

…

“He said he was sorry,” you tell them. They keep their gazes fixed on you. “When he came to…I mean, it was only for a little while. But he said he was sorry. Said he wouldn’t have been able to live with what…” 

I AM DEVASTATED!!!!

“Chipper,” Jake says, a weak smile gracing his lips. He reaches up and carefully grazes your throat, face twisted in utter despair. “He got you, huh?” Nodding, you say nothing. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there.” 

:(

The bruises are deep--he can make out the bend of Bradley’s fingers.

I am launching myself into the sun!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“I think I’m a big boy now,” he says and it sounds more like an apology than anything else. “Blood doesn’t make me wanna Ralph all over your jellies.” 

Don’t make me laugh rn I’m upset w you Millothy

And your trusty Smokey Bear poster, the one you’ve brought with you every--

SMOKEY BEAR MY KING

“Only we can prevent them?” Jake tries. 

ONLY YOU CAN HELP PREVENT WILDFIRES!!!!

And now you’re standing in the middle of the courtyard, waiting for the inevitable to happen. The ovens will explode--if they do not explode in tandem, then the first explosion will trigger the second. The ax, the one marked by D.G., will burst into a million pieces from its spot inside the oven. And every other ax at Camp Arcadia will burn just as brightly as the old wooden building. The blood that seeped into the floors will curdle in the heat. The buckshot doors will catch fire, too. Black smoke will rise. Help will come. 

OH YEAH THIS PARAGRAPH IS THE MONEY BABY

Distantly, you hear pops and cracks. They sound like the figure that contorted in your nightmares, the one who stood before you and let you gaze upon its figure. The one that was Damien all along, the one that would take everything away from you. 

Haunting haunting haunting

Screwing your eyes shut, you try to breathe through the sudden fear that is sitting so heavy on the column of your throat, pressing its thumbs against your delicate skin. 

STOP THAT

It’s coming closer now--the distinct churning, chopping sound of a helicopter’s blades. 

Fortunate Sun by Creedence Clearwater Revival is now playing.

Everything always does. 

IM CRY!!!!! IM SICK!!!!! GOOD FUCKINF BYE!!!!!

𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 — 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

—𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐘. —𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 𝟕.𝟗𝐊 —𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 —𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 —𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 —𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐀𝐊𝐒, 𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 𝟐𝟑𝐑𝐃, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟕

There are five bodies lying in the mess hall at Camp Arcadia, which is nestled in the desolate woods of Great Oakes, Maine. It is a long, long hike to town and there is a partially burnt dead tree lying in the middle of the path out still.  

Standing here in the mess hall, the heat nibbling on your ears and clouding your lungs, you keep counting the corpses as if the number is going to change. As if you aren’t the one that brought all of them in here with Coyote. It is elementary to count--one of the first skills you learned, unfurling your lumbering fingers to form crooked three’s and seven’s. But you’re just not sure what else to do but look down at them and count. 

It was your idea to have all of them in here together.

Fear is what woke you up--early in the morning, before the sun rose, when Jake had just nodded off after assuring himself that you were out. He’d watched you for as long as he could, his back pulsing dully and his eyes drooping. He’d even pushed through Coyote’s snoring, which he didn’t realize he’d missed until he heard the first distinct grumble. 

You suddenly tore out of your slumber with a gasp, sitting up on your elbows, heart beating erratically out of your chest. And, really, you couldn’t discern what was wrong for a moment. You were safe in your cabin. Coyote was snoring and Jake was breathing. The kids were with Phoenix, safely tucked into their beds. There was no more maniac to worry about. You were finally sleeping. 

Then you pictured it: Bob alone on the bus in the dark underneath the jackets and without his arm. Bradley alone in the nurse’s office with his face turned away from the window. Reuben and Mickey in the woods a few feet apart from each other in the dark. Paul’s body face-down in the middle of the desolate woods. 

Never mind the rot and the bugs and the wild animals. Never mind everything that is cerebral, sensible. You were worried--agonized, really--about the people you love being alone. 

So, not a moment after you woke up, you were slinking out of the cot with your heart in your throat and gently shaking Javy’s shoulder until he was blinking himself awake. 

“Javy,” you whispered. He squinted in the dark, yawning, just barely able to make out your familiar silhouette. “We have to go get them.” 

“Who?” Javy had asked, still half-asleep. “The kids?” 

“Bob, Mickey, Reuben, Bradley, and Paul,” you whispered. 

Saying their names felt like swishing a mouthful of tacks and biting down hard. You swallowed with difficulty your throat still numb with grief, and wondered if your gums were bleeding. 

Javy sat up a little straighter, eyebrows coming together. 

“Right now?” He asked. “What’s the matter?”

Immediately, his mind pulsed with sulfur. Maybe you’d heard coyotes crying in the distance--or a bear rummaging around in the bus barn. He couldn’t bear the thought of something else happening to his friends, even if he knew they wouldn’t be able to feel it. 

“I’m not gonna be able to fall back asleep if we don’t,” you told him. 

He slumped in his chair slightly, sighing. 

“Why are you so amped? The sun hasn’t even come up yet. Can’t you chill? Besides…” Coyote sighed, pressing his palms to his eyes. “Aren’t you worn out?”

A moment flitted by--quiet as ever before. 

You sucked in a deep breath and shook your head.

“They’re on their own,” you whispered, shaking your head in the dark again. “I can’t…I can’t bear the thought.” 

Once you said it--they’re on their own--Javy suddenly had an identical fear. Forget bears and coyotes. Yes, they’re alone. Your friends are dead--but more than dead, they’re all by themselves. They can’t be out there by themselves.

“Shit,” Coyote whispered, shaking his head. “Anyone ever told you that you’re pretty convincing?” 

“No,” you said back quietly. 

Bob was first. The sun was beginning to rise and it was already hot--mosquitoes were swarming, biting your shoulders. But all the same, you climbed onto the bus before Coyote and stood at Bob’s body. And he was there, under all the jackets, waiting for you.

“Let’s move ‘im before Nix gets up and at ‘em,” Coyote insisted, shaking his head softly. “He would’ve…I mean, he really would’ve hated how badly this hurts her.” 

You nodded. You were almost glad for a moment that he was dead, because he would rather be dead than watch her suffer.  

“That would’ve killed him,” you whispered. 

Then it was Bradley. 

Lying in the nurse’s office, all his blood and your blood dried, his head turned away from the sun. What struck you as so peculiar when you saw him was that his eyes were slipped shut as if he was only basking in the warmth for a moment. The soles of your shoes were sticking to the dried blood on the floor, but that wasn’t what stopped you dead in your tracks. What stopped you dead in your tracks, stuck still and staring at him, was the thought of him opening his eyes and turning towards you with a sultry grin. 

“Christ, didn’t even hear you coming, birdie! Trying to give an old man a heart attack?” He’d have said. He would’ve really beamed at you, holding his finger with the tiniest of splinters up to you. “I’ll give you the download--I’m hurt real bad. I need you in a bad way. ” 

He didn’t move though. He stayed where he was, still and silent. 

“You okay?” Coyote asked. He debated resting his hand on your shoulder, watching your dull eyes as they gazed upon Bradley’s body for the first time since yesterday. “Do you want me to do this one?” 

“No,” you’d answered quickly, not looking away from Bradley. “I told him I’d say until he was gone.” 

“He is gone,” Coyote whispered to you, brows knit. 

That was the first time he was scared that you--you who had almost single-handedly ended the horror at camp, you who had been nearly choked to death and still had the strength and gall to be chased through the woods, you who had somehow saved all the campers and him and Jake and Phoenix--were beginning to fold. 

You swallowed hard, eyes twitching as you blinked at Bradley. There was a vague incredulousness to your gaze.  

“But he’s right here,” you whispered. “I had him…right here.”

How could he be gone if he was right there within the reach of your fingertips? How were those ears, the ones he always teased piercing, un-hearing? Couldn’t he hear the swallows crying and the mourning dove singing? How could he be gone when he was only just there? 

Coyote laid his palm on your shoulder. You were rigid beneath his touch. 

“Do you wanna leave him here?” He asked quietly. 

He glanced at Bradley and his belly turned. Part of him was mourning him--one of his closest friends suddenly dead right before him. And the other part of him, a small and strange part, was relieved. Not because Bradley was dead--but because it was over. He would not go to prison. He would not kill anymore. He would stay wherever the two of you put him. 

“No,” you whispered, rubbing your face. “He can’t be alone forever.”

Coyote followed you through the woods, stepping over gnarled tree roots and ducking beneath the low limbs of American beech trees, to Paul’s body. The sun was shining brightly then, the clock racing towards mid-morning, and Paul’s body was crumpled and blood-soaked. 

“Poor old man,” Coyote whispered. 

You had nothing to say. 

“He knew about the original massacre,” you whispered to Coyote, sniffling. You were watching the sun beat down on Paul’s gray skin. “Why do you think he stuck around?” 

“Beats the Hell outta me,” Coyote responded. “Maybe he was one of them true crime fanatics.” 

“Or he had a death wish,” you said softly. 

Coyote recoiled at your words.

“We should’ve…maybe we should’ve come and gotten him when things first got ugly,” Coyote said. “Maybe he could’ve…”

Another should’ve. Another could’ve. You’re up to your ears in should’ve’s and could’ve’s. 

“Fat chance,” you whispered. 

And you sounded heartless when you said it, but you weren’t. Paul wouldn’t have survived. He was too old, too slow. There was no more room on the bus. You couldn’t have saved him.  

Then the two of you walked tentatively down the trail where you knew you would find Reuben and Mickey, no longer afraid that someone was just further down the road, ducked behind a tree and lying in wait. 

And you found them there, just as Damien had told you, not even two miles down the trail. They were only a few feet away from each other, strewn across the gravel like sacks of flour. 

“They didn’t leave each other,” you quietly said to Javy. 

It was just as he’d told you. They never left each other’s sides.

Sweat dripped down your face. You wiped your brow. 

“Does that make you feel better?” Javy whispered to you. 

“No,” you said.

“Ditto,” Coyote whispered back.

Leaning down, you picked up the walkie that was lying only an inch from Mickey’s hand. Within an inch of his life. And when you saw Mickey’s face, frozen in its final expression of terror, you could almost hear your name falling off his lips and puncturing the air. 

When you walked back, Mickey’s weight heavy in your arms, fragments of skull crunched beneath your feet. They were almost indistinguishable from the gravel. You pretended not to notice Coyote’s tears. 

Once the bodies were all in the hall, nestled in beside each other, you left Javy alone to gaze at them. He was still wiping beneath his eyes, shaking his head, unable to let his gaze linger on any one person for too long. 

“Gale! Where you going?” He called out, but you were already crossing the courtyard and heading towards the cabins. “Gale!” 

He figured that you were going to check on Jake. Maybe you were finally going to shower. Or maybe you were just going to be by yourself for a minute. He had yet to see you cry--he wasn’t sure what to gather from that yet. 

But then you returned a few minutes later with a heap of flannel sheets in your arms. 

The two of you covered each of the bodies carefully. Neither of you made light of the fact that it would be the last time either of you would see the faces of the people you loved. It would’ve been impossible to slide the sheets over their eyes, even if they were stained with blood. How could the two of you say goodbye to these people you didn’t even know were leaving?

You covered Bradley last, on your knees and dressed with an indiscernible expression. It dawned on you, just as you pulled the sheet to his chin, that it was the closest to a funeral he’d ever get. No parents. No siblings. No girlfriend. Only you. You and whoever else was left.  

So, you paused. You looked down at his face, which was more bruised now. Violet and gray. His face was still unmistakably his face, though. It made your belly turn to think of never seeing it again this close to yours. 

Bradley hadn’t ever told you his religion. You weren’t sure if he had one. Religion made you too dizzy to think about now, anyway. But you felt that there must be something--something close to an utterance of a prayer or a hymn--that you could say to him. Even if his ears weren’t hearing anymore. 

It was only a moment until the memory of the bonfire graced the forefront of your memory. Warm and bright, when you were a little drunk and a lot high, when everyone was eating s’mores and the campers were sleeping and you were dancing. When Bradley was strumming his guitar and singing Joni Mitchell and watching you, his eyes alight with joy. 

Maybe it was one of the last moments he was himself. 

“I could drink a case of you, darling,” you whispered to him very seriously. You paused, choked up, and slid your hand through his curls. Still so soft, so thick. You could still smell the sweat on his scalp. “And still I’d be on my feet.”

Then you covered his face. And you never saw that face again--not with your naked eyes close to his. Only in dreams and photographs and murky memories. 

Coyote was already gone by then, clenching his jaw tightly and walking across the courtyard to be with Jake and breathe in the fresh air. He was tired of being around death. He was tired of being soiled with blood. He was tired of watching you hurt.

You left, too. 

Walking quietly and silently out of the mess hall and into the sunshine, you swallowed all the thick saliva coating your tongue and teeth and wished that it wasn’t so hot already. If not because of the sweat already gathering on your neck then because it would speed up the decomposition--

You had to rub your eyes until black and purple and pink spotted your vision to chase the thought away. Stop thinking about rot. Stop thinking about rot. Stop thinking about rot.

A few of the campers were beginning to crowd the courtyard, playing meagerly as Phoenix sat off to the side with her legs drawn to her chest, her cheeks resting atop her knees. She had woken up in her bunk, well-rested for the first night in a long time, and had almost felt peaceful as she listened to the sweet snoring of the campers and the swallows calling. 

Then, as if someone had thrown a wet sheet over her face, she remembered that Bob Floyd was dead. And with wet, wet grief blanketing her and water in her lungs, she sunk back into her pillows and wept as quietly as she could. She did not wake any of the campers. 

Phoenix watched you as you rubbed your eyes. You were swaying in your step, looking about ready to fall over if a gust of wind blew you too hard. And she watched you suddenly stop, blink yourself back into reality, then start towards the showers. 

Good, she thought. You deserved a shower after everything. 

She watched the children for a few more minutes, making sure no one wandered. But then she thought of you--all alone in the shower stalls, finally getting out of your soiled clothing, scraping the blood off you like a second skin. There would be places on your body that you would not be able to reach--like the back of your neck, between your shoulder blades, behind your ears. You wouldn’t be able to get clean on your own. 

And with that thought, Phoenix walked over to your cabin. Jake was in bed, looking pinker in the cheeks and brighter in the eyes, eating a piece of toast. Javy was sitting in the chair beside him, listlessly looking down at his hands, trying to blink the image of Bradley’s body out of his vision. 

“Hey,” she greeted--her voice was soft. 

Javy glanced up at her, eyes glassy. He was taken aback that she was up and around. Earlier, he’d seen her positively mopey as she watched the children play. He understood. Of course he did. 

“Hey,” Jake said back with a mouthful of toast. He coughed softly and managed a small smile. “How’re things?” 

“Dandy,” Phoenix said back without smiling, glancing at Coyote. “Can you watch the ankle-biters? I’m gonna help Gale.” 

“She alright?” Jake asked. His heart was suddenly in his throat as he adjusted himself, sitting up straighter on the bed, wincing. “Where is she--?” 

“Cool it, Clydesdale,” Coyote said to Jake, sighing as he sat up and stretched. “I just saw her headed for the bathroom. You gonna shower, too, Nix?” 

Phoenix just swallowed. 

“Yeah,” she answered. 

She didn’t knock on the door of the bathroom--she just walked in. And you were there, still dressed, standing just outside of the stream of the shower. Steam plumed around you like a thick fog. 

You didn’t turn around to see who was there. You didn’t care to. It didn’t matter. 

What mattered is that you were finally standing in the bathroom, ready to wash yourself clean of your blood and Bradley’s and Bob’s and Paul’s and Jake’s, and you couldn’t make your feet move. Your sneakers were suddenly made of solid silver--glued to the tiles. 

“Hey,” Phoenix said softly. She adjusted uncomfortably, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. “I figured you might need…” 

“My clothes are beyond help, I think,” you said softly to Phoenix, glancing down at your dungarees and button-up. And you were right--no amount of laundry detergent, no amount of elbow grease could restore them to what they once were. The blue will always be tinted red. “I don’t know if I should take them off.” 

“You should,” Phoenix said softly. “It would feel better.” 

Feel better. That strikes you as funny. Your father’s chicken soup used to make you feel better. Wool socks. Orchid-scented candles. A new bottle of perfume. Fresh scrubs. Brushing your teeth. Kevin Bacon in Footloose. 

But now, in the after, you weren’t sure there was anything that would ever dull the ache in your bones. You weren’t sure there was anything on this green earth that would ever make you forget Bradley closing his eyes and slipping away as you held him close to your body. 

All the same, though, you didn’t fight Phoenix when she set a hand on your shoulder. 

“I’ll help you,” she said. 

And all you could say, with tears brimming your waterline, was okay. 

Carefully, you unhooked your dungarees and Phoenix pulled the straps off your shoulders. When you let them fall--finally fall--they puddled in a red and blue heap at your feet. 

“I’ve got them,” Phoenix insisted. “Step out.” 

You unbuttoned your shirt with quivering fingers as she pushed your soiled overalls aside, straightening her posture and holding her hand out to take your shirt from you. 

But you hesitated for a moment before slipping out of the shirt. It had been on you for days. It had been on your body since the night you had given yourself to Bradley, when Bob lost his arm, when everything started to go wrong. 

“It’s alright,” Phoenix insisted. She swallowed hard herself, nodding at you like you’re some sort of creature she had to convince. “I’ll take it.” 

Quivering, you took it off. And for the first time in days, your bare skin touched warm and wet air. Something tickled your spine, something between a tingle and a shiver. Phoenix took the crumpled shirt and you hesitantly walked towards the water. 

Wanting to give you privacy, Phoenix glanced down at your shirt. It used to be powder blue and flowy. And when she was holding it then, as you very gingerly dipped your fingers beneath the boiling stream, it was red and stiff. 

“Merry-Go-Round,” Phoenix said, reading the tag. You turned to her, eyebrows knit, arms beneath the stream finally. Phoenix swallowed, softly smiling at you. “You’re bougie. I’m more of a Debs girl.” 

At first, you just stared at her. Bloody water was beginning to circle the drain as it melted off your forearms and hands. Phoenix was still smiling, unsure of herself and her words, but determined to give you a kind face to look at. 

“It was on clearance,” you told her. 

And then the both of you laughed. First it was you--a crack in the delicate porcelain, a throaty thing that bubbled up from your belly. Then it was Phoenix--sweet relief, breathy, quiet. It echoed off the tiles, hid beneath the stream, mingled in the steam, circled the drain dressed in pink and dark red. 

But then as you stepped forward into the water, biting your quivering lip, your throaty laughter faded. Suddenly your eyes were prickling with tears and your cheeks were burning and the water wasn’t hot enough to wash away all the filth you felt caking your being and you were tired and your lips were stinging. 

Phoenix stopped laughing when she noticed that you were weeping. And instead of bringing light to the matter, instead of asking you what was wrong--which she decided was fruitless--she picked up the bar of soap and lathered it in her hands. 

She didn’t mind that her clothes were wet as she stood close to you and your jerking shoulders and swollen face. She didn’t mind that spit was leaking from your cracked lips as you cried. 

She just washed the places you couldn’t reach. 

Now, you’re alone in the mess hall again, counting and recounting all these bodies. You’re clean finally, hair still dripping cold water down the back of your neck, dressed in a pair of ringer shorts and your STAFF shirt from a few summers ago. 

Five. That’s more bodies than there were Beatles. That’s every single finger on one hand. It’s the number of all human senses. It’s the number of years you have to live before you’re allowed to pack a paper bag lunch and finger paint all day. Five. 

“Miss Nightingale?” 

Turning, pausing on three--Paul--and biting the inside of your cheek, you meet Mable’s weary gaze. She’s backlit by sunlight, which is vivid and unholy, stooping softly because she’s unsure if you’re going to chastise her for coming into the canteen. In her hands, which are trembling, she has a bundle of delicate plum-colored irises. 

Moving off your hands and knees and into a crouching position, you shake your head softly at her. Your face is still kind, though. Looking at Mable now, that little lost girl who everyone mocked, your heart aches. 

“You don’t wanna be in here, honey,” you say quietly. “It’s not for kids.”

You’re the only counselor who can stomach this. 

But Mable can, too. 

“I brought some flowers,” she says after a moment, glancing down at the quivering petals. She sniffles and then looks back at you. Your eyes are wide and your face is finally clean. You’re beautiful--a fact that exists always, even when you’re covered in blood. She glances down at your throat and looks at the bruises that lay there like a necklace. They’re the same color as the flowers. “They’re irises.” 

Now you glance at the irises. They're still wet with morning dew. 

“Oh,” you whisper. You sniffle, biting your lip hard enough to taste blood. “They sure are pretty.” 

Hesitantly, she steps forward. You don’t tell her to stop. You don’t shake your head at her. You don’t so much as narrow your eyes at her. And for Mable, that’s as good as an invitation for her to come forward. 

The air in the mess hall is muggy and musty--a scent she recognizes from her dog’s fur when he rolls in something rotten in the backyard. Yes, that is what it smells like. Rot. Something rotten. But she keeps coming towards you.

“There’s flowers at funerals, right?” She asks you, glancing at the sheet-covered bodies. THe hairs on the back of her neck are raised, but she continues marching forward. “That’s why I…brought them.” 

“That’s nice,” you whisper. When she’s close enough, you stand up and go to her so she doesn’t have to get any closer to the bodies. Taking the flowers, you inspect them a bit closer. There’s a few ants crawling on the stem and petals, erratic. You don’t flick them away. “But this isn’t a funeral, sweetheart. They’re not gonna…stay here.” 

“I know,” Mable says, looking down at her shoes. She scuffs the wide-plank floors and shrugs. “We aren’t staying here, right?” 

“No,” you quickly say to her. You sigh, closing your eyes. “Mister Coyote and Miss Phoenix are going to Mister Paul’s cabin to see if he has an old radio.” 

“A HAM radio?” Mable asks. You nod, mouth dry. “My Papa had a HAM radio. We used to gab on it, like, all the time in the shed.” 

Twisting the flowers in your fingers, ears ringing, you nod. Everyone’s grandpa has a HAM radio, you’re sure. 

“We’ll call for help if we can find one,” you tell her. 

She nods with another little shrug. 

The other campers are playing outside, laughing with their mouths wide open and their hair stinking of grass and lake water. The sun is high in the sky and the wind is blowing in the trees and the ground is hot. It is a perfect day. 

“My Papa died,” Mable says, bringing her eyebrows together. She plays with the skin around her fingernails, unable to meet your soft gaze. “He liked irises a lot. It’s what he…well, it’s what him and Meemaw named my mama when she was born. Iris. We put them on his grave every year.” 

You just watch her, eyebrows blanched and heart steadily pounding. She looks so small right now--so much smaller than she looked when she said Mister Jake would die, when she was carried away from the mess hall. Her arm is still wrapped where Rooster sliced her--the bandage is clean. No more blood oozes from the wound. 

“I’m sorry to hear that,” you whisper. “Iris is a pretty name.” 

“He always told us about the Greek goddess Iris. Do you know her?” She briefly glances up at you and you shake your head softly. “She was a messenger between Heaven and earth. She would…take people that died up to Heaven. Be their friend on the way. That’s why Meemaw planted all of ‘em around his grave. She said it would…oh. What’s the word when you call something?” 

And suddenly, Mable has reminded you who the camper is and who the counselor is. 

“Summon,” you tell her. 

She nods. 

“Yes. Summon. The flowers summon her and she takes them with her,” Mable says. She glances at the bodies. “There’s enough for us to give them all one.” 

With your tongue thick with tears, you glance at the bodies. Right where you left them. 

“Oh,” you whisper, looking down at the flowers in your hands. 

“Flowers can feel like talking to God sometimes,” she says. 

She can picture her mother, clear as day, bending over the thick stems of her father’s grave and saying hi, daddy. And with a sudden and horrible ache in her chest, she realizes just how bad she wants to go home. 

With the sound of children playing and birds singing and leaves rustling flooding the air you occupy, you pad across the wooden floors and carefully lay one plum-colored iris on each of the bodies. 

And then you stand back, heat in your cheeks, and look at them all. Flowers on plaid sheets. Bodies lying on the floor. It is enough to turn your stomach. 

“Miss Nightingale?” She whispers. You hum, but don’t look over at Mable. “Is this gonna happen again?”

“No,” you tell her. You’re determined as you wipe beneath your eyes and dry your hands of dew on your cloth shorts. “I won’t let it.” 

“How?” Mable asks you. 

“I don’t know yet,” you whisper. “But I’ll figure it out.” 

♀

When Phoenix and Coyote come back, they’re empty-handed and hollow-chested.

Not every grandpa has a HAM radio. 

They find you standing just outside the mess hall, watching the children play. Your eyes are drooping but shining beneath the glittering sun, and your jaw is flexed as you bite down hard on your own molars. The bruises around your throat are wildly apparent now that there is no blood to shroud it. 

“Nothing,” Phoenix says to you as soon as you’re in earshot. 

You turn to her, eyebrows drawn. You glance at Coyote, who shakes his head, then look down at your feet.

“Not even a walkie? A landline?” 

“Nope,” Coyote sighs, heaving himself onto the ground. He fingers the gravel below him and watches a game of Tag unfold before him. “That was pointless.” 

You chew the inside of your cheek. 

“What are we gonna do?” Phoenix whispers. 

“Mav and Penny--!” Coyote starts. 

He’s interrupted by the immediate shaking of your head. 

“We’re gonna run out of food by then,” you whisper. You glance at the mess hall. “And the bodies are gonna start to…” 

They can fill in the blanks themselves. Smell. Rot. Decompose. 

“Gnarly,” Coyote whispers, rubbing his face. “So…we’re fucked.” 

“This is just…so our luck, isn’t it?” Phoenix says with a pitiful and strained laugh. You and Coyote look at her as a few tears flood ehr waterline. Just being so close to Bob makes her emotional--that and the crippling fear of being found when it’s too late. “We…we fight our way out, tooth and goddamn nail, and still! Still we’re…screwed. Totally screwed.” 

“We’re not…” you start. But you don’t know how to finish the sentence. “There must be another way for us to get a message out.” 

“Well, the phones are still out. There’s no HAM radio. None of us are in any condition to make the hike out. We’re in the middle fo nowhere. Nowhere!” Coyote groans. “I’d say that’s as close to fucked as fucked gets.”

Saying nothing, you swallow hard. There’s a lump in your throat. 

It’s hard to even imagine a world outside of this one right now. A world without a mess hall, a nurse’s cabin, a cluster of camper cabins, a latrine. No canoes and no lake. A world without five bodies covered in sheets with a single flower on their chests. 

“What if someone took a canoe across the lake?” Phoenix asks, biting her lip. “Where would that take us?” 

“To woods and more woods,” Coyote answers. He points towards the mouth of the trail. “That is the way to civilization.” 

Phoenix follows his finger and sighs. 

“Civilization,” she repeats, shaking her head. “We’re gonna have to be reintegrated into society like a bunch of wild animals.” 

A smile tugs on Coyote’s lips. He glances at Phoenix and she is smiling, too--a soft and meager thing, one that is ready to flee at the first sign of protest. But he just nudges her with his shoulder. 

“What will we tell the cops?” You ask. They both look at you. “Now that he’s…I mean, they can’t…” 

“We should just tell them that Bradley did it,” Phoenix says. She’s not bitter, but mournful. Her chest is wounded so tight that she feels like she’s about to spin out of control. “I mean, you’re right. He’s gone. He’s not gonna suffer the consequences.” 

“He kinda already did,” Coyote says softly, sadly. “Won’t that be staining his memory if we…?” 

Looking off into the distance, you swallow hard. 

“He said he was sorry,” you tell them. They keep their gazes fixed on you. “When he came to…I mean, it was only for a little while. But he said he was sorry. Said he wouldn’t have been able to live with what…” 

When Phoenix realizes that you’re choked up, she presses her arm against yours. You just clear your throat and try to unfurrow your brows.

“So, we’ll tell them he did it,” Coyote says after a moment. He waves away a few mosquitoes. “And then he couldn’t live with the guilt. You know…offed himself.” 

Phoenix watches your face for any sort of fight--but there’s nothing there. You just nod, steely. Your lip is tucked between your teeth. 

“But this is if we get out,” you whisper. 

No one says anything for a long while. You just watch the children play. 

♀

When Jake wakes up, he immediately feels the warmth of your body pressed against him. There’s sweat dotting his forehead and his back hurts and his throat is dry, but he can feel all of your skin and heat against his body. So, he’s alright. He’s alright where he is. 

You’re tucked up against his side, cheek resting on his shoulder, open hand splayed across his chest to feel his heartbeat beneath your palm. You’re awake--heavy-lidded eyes drooping and breathing slow and even but awake--just blinking at all the green outside your window screens. 

“Sleeping?” Jake whispers, half-expecting you to not answer. 

“No,” you whisper, glancing up at him. He’s already looking down at you, cheeks pink and forehead shining in the afternoon sunlight. Your chest is tight as you reach up and very softly press your fingers against the scruff on his chin, his cheeks. “We might never get outta here.” 

When you say this, Jake knows that it isn’t to frighten him. It isn’t that you’re trying to be bleak. It is not for the sake of doom and gloom. You’re saying it honestly, earnestly. You have to tell him the same way you had to tell Bob that you were sorry, the same way you told Bradley you wouldn’t leave until he was gone. 

“Chipper,” Jake says, a weak smile gracing his lips. He reaches up and carefully grazes your throat, face twisted in utter despair. “He got you, huh?” Nodding, you say nothing. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there.” 

“You were a bit preoccupied yourself,” you whisper, not smiling. “Coyote had me.” 

A sudden and fleeting burst of joyful pride floods Jake’s chest. His best friend saving his girl. But then his brows knit as your eyes flit across his face, lips flat. 

“They didn’t find a HAM radio, huh?” He whispers. 

“No,” you whisper. “I thought every geezer had one.” 

“Me too,” he sighs. “And the phones are still…?”

“Out,” you confirm. “Food’s dwindling, too. Shouldn’t have feasted the way we did.” 

“We deserved it,” Jake says. “I’d do it again in a heartbeat.” 

Maybe he means if they’re all gonna die out here, at least their bellies were full one last time. Frozen apple pies and bologna sandwiches and apricots and trail mix. He’s not sure he’s ever seen the children as happy as they were, finally eating after the harrowing few days they endured. 

“I think I would, too,” you tell Jake. “I just wish things were different.”

He sighs softly, really taking in your appearance now that you’re clean of blood and gore. 

The bruises are deep--he can make out the bend of Bradley’s fingers. He can imagine, clear as day, your lips turning blue and your eyes bulging as the air left your lungs and sat stunted just outside your mouth. 

There are other cuts and bruises littering your body--a few on your neck, your arms, your legs, your face. Little things that will heal one day. One day, when this is all over and if all of you make it out, those bloody seams will close. Your skin will come back together, stitch itself. The blood that rose to the surface of your skin will settle and, just like that, the bruises will be gone.  You will have nothing to show for them.  

But the cut on the outside of your arm, the one that looks as gnarly as Jake bets it feels, will scar. He looks at it now, touching the delicate skin around it, inspecting it with his lip tucked between his teeth. 

You’re watching him with your brows pulled together.

“Isn’t that a bit bloody for your taste?” You ask weakly. 

Jake glances up at you, worry staining his twisted lips and pink cheeks. 

“I think I’m a big boy now,” he says and it sounds more like an apology than anything else. “Blood doesn’t make me wanna Ralph all over your jellies.” 

Spine prickling with something resembling love, you nod. 

“Who would’ve thought?” You whisper. A stray tear rolls down your cheek. “Exposure therapy really works.” 

“I’m the poster boy, baby,” he whispers, thumbing the tear away from your cheek. 

Poster. 

Glancing up and around, you take in your walls. All the crayon and watercolor pictures made for you by campers billowing in the wind, thumbtacks just barely hanging on. The sticky notes from your fellow nurses at the hospital, scribbled on blue paper with curly letters. One reads come back to us! Another reads If you see Kevin Bacon in a banana hammock when you get there--RUN! The photograph of you and your father in the kitchen of your old house, when you were no older than little Susie, when he was no older than Jake is now. And your trusty Smokey Bear poster, the one you’ve brought with you every--

The skin on your scalp prickles as you suddenly jolt up, still staring at the Smokey poster. 

“What?” Jake asks, eyes wide with bewilderment. He tries to follow your gaze but hisses as his wound presses against the wall wrong. “What is it--?” 

“Forest fires,” you say. You look down at him, eyes wide and mouth ajar. 

“Only we can prevent them?” Jake tries. 

“Smoke,” you say. “Smoke!”

And then it dawns on him--smoke signals. 

He sits up straighter, ignoring the searing of his flesh and the sting of pain crawling up his spine. 

“Holy fuck,” he says. His hands are trembling as he reaches for you. You let him pull your body against his, still in awe of your idea and the poster and fire, and bask in his tight grip for a minute. “Baby, you’re a genius!” 

Glancing over at the taper candle, you spot the matches. Right where you left them. Waiting for you to light the candle and finish Carrie. You never got to do that. You reckon you never will. 

♀.

Everything is in place. 

Everyone is a few miles down the trail--far enough away that the campers will not see the explosion and it will not burst their eardrums. The fire will not touch them. Even Jake is with Coyote and Phoenix and everyone else, his arms slung over their shoulders. 

He didn’t want to leave you, face screwed up with defeat and anger and helplessness, as he argued. 

“You shouldn’t be alone,” he said, shaking his head. 

Phoenix and Coyote had only watched the two of you, still digesting your plan. You were rapidly throwing what belongings that mattered to you into your duffel, heart racing. 

“I have to be,” you said. “I’m sorry.” 

“You know,” Jake started, sitting up with a bit of a struggle. “You always say that and it’s just--it’s just never true.” 

You paused, glancing over your shoulder. He was staring at you, brows furrowed. 

“I am sorry,” you said softly. 

Coyote was staring at his feet, his own breaths coming in sharp puffs. 

“I didn’t mean that part,” Jake said, shaking his head. 

But still--you’re alone now. 

The cabins are empty of belongings. Even everyone that is gone--their items are thrown into duffles and were lugged away from older campers. The only thing you nabbed, the only thing of Bradley’s you could stomach seeing, was the can of hairspray. That is not to say that it is for you to keep and cherish--the can is sitting on top of the gas oven in the kitchen, the dials turned all the way up. 

You walked everyone of the mouth of the trail, just as you had walked Mickey and Reuben. There was more urgency this time, everyone racing away from the loudspeaker and courtyard and flagpole. But Natasha, Javy, and Jake lingered by you. 

“I don’t like this,” Coyote said. “What if it gets out of control?” 

“The mess hall is right on the water,” Phoenix had said, glancing at you. 

You nodded at her, grateful. She nodded back. 

“You shouldn’t be doing this by yourself.” 

That was when you reached the point of no return. That was when you reached the point of gravel where they would go forward and you would go back--all the way back to the camp. 

They all turned, eyebrows drawn together. Jake’s jaw was clenched still. 

“I’ll see you on the other side,” you told them. You were holding the shotgun again. “I swear.” 

“I’ll kill you if you die,” Javy said seriously. 

You saluted him. 

“We’ll wait for you,” Phoenix said seriously. 

“I’ll come,” you told her. 

Jake looked at you hard--the woman he loved, cut and bruised, holding the shotgun he taught her to shoot. His heart was in his throat and his eyebrows were knit and his back was pulsing, but when he spoke his tone was even and gentler than before. 

“Really. You come just as soon as--!” 

“--Just as soon as I know they’ve seen us. I know. I will.” 

Everything is prepared in the kitchen of the mess hall. All three gas stoves are on and turned all the way up, the stench of the fumes flooding into your nostrils and singeing the delicate skin there. Every aerosol can you could find, you set atop the stoves. 

The bodies, the ones that were resting in the mess hall, are now lined up in the courtyard. Blots of dark plaid on the white rocks, little bits of purple peeking out of the bleak colors. 

And now you’re standing in the middle of the courtyard, waiting for the inevitable to happen. The ovens will explode--if they do not explode in tandem, then the first explosion will trigger the second. The ax, the one marked by D.G., will burst into a million pieces from its spot inside the oven. And every other ax at Camp Arcadia will burn just as brightly as the old wooden building. The blood that seeped into the floors will curdle in the heat. The buckshot doors will catch fire, too. Black smoke will rise. Help will come. 

“C’mon,” you whisper softly, fingers trembling as you hold the gun. The sun is beginning to set, the sky a soft blue and bright purple. “C’mon.” 

Adjusting, you plant your feet in the gravel. You know the initial explosion will be strong--maybe strong enough to make your ears bleed, strong enough to throw you flat on your back. But you’ll be ready. All this grief, this rage, this agony--you’re sure it will keep you on your feet. 

Staring at the completely intact building sitting against the tall, tall oak trees and the fading sky, your fingers begin to tremble. Maybe it won’t work. Maybe they won’t get hot enough. Maybe there’s a safety mechanism in place that will assure they don’t explode. 

“C’mon,” you say, louder now, staring hard. “Just--just c’mon already! You coward!”

Really, it isn’t the building you’re talking to. And, as if he knows, as if he hears you loud and clear, the hair on the back of your neck prickles. Your stomach turns. Your fingers ache. The scent of sulfur tickles your upper lip. Dread drips down on you like fat raindrops. 

“You’re not real,” you whisper, not tearing your gaze away from the building. 

You can’t even blink, can’t look away even for a millisecond. There are tears streaming down your face, fat and hot, and you can do nothing but let them fall into your open mouth and dissolve on your tongue in puddles of salt. 

Distantly, you hear pops and cracks. They sound like the figure that contorted in your nightmares, the one who stood before you and let you gaze upon its figure. The one that was Damien all along, the one that would take everything away from you. 

Screwing your eyes shut, you try to breathe through the sudden fear that is sitting so heavy on the column of your throat, pressing its thumbs against your delicate skin. 

“You’re not fucking real--!” 

That is when it happens. 

The ovens do not explode in tandem. The first one goes and then the second. And it is enough to make your ears bleed, it is enough to knock you away from the building and flat on your back. Gravel digs into your skin and black clouds your vision as you close your eyes during the blow. 

The unmistakable scent of fire overwhelms you--just like it did the night the tree fell. Something is burning. 

Pain marks your body as you scramble to your elbows, legs flung out below you like a ragdoll. Your ears are ringing, muffled. You can’t hear the fire that is suddenly roaring before you and eating the mess hall--but you can feel it against your skin. 

Slowly blinking, shellshocked, you watch the azure flames lick at the sky. Red and orange and yellow against the muted colors of the nature that surrounds you. 

It is so hot, so overwhelming, that you feel like you’re on fire yourself. Heat blankets you, suffocates you. Vaguely, you know you’re coughing. But you can’t feel it in your chest or hear it. 

Thick, black smoke billows into the blue sky. They will be coming soon. 

Scrambling to your feet, leaning on the shotgun to support your weight, you stand. 

You stand and watch. 

Camp Arcadia is burning. 

And with it, your cruel summer is burning, too. Soon it will be dust like the ax and the wood and the dinner plates and the silverware and the food. The blood must be congealed now, well on its way to curdling then crumbling away. 

“Jesus,” Jake mutters to Coyote. They’re standing a few miles down the trail, all huddled up together, watching the fire with their hearts in their throats. “Fucking shit.” 

Coyote glances at Jake, who’s holding his face in his hands now. He claps Jake on the back.

“I know you missed it, man,” he starts, swallowing hard. His ears are ringing. “But it was her. It was all her.”

“What do you--what are you saying?” Jake asks, glancing up at Coyote. 

Coyote meets his gaze, his brows pulled together. 

“We’re here because of her,” Phoenix says before Coyote can. “Some fire, some explosives…it won’t stop her.” 

“The Devil couldn’t keep her down,” Coyote finishes. “She’s alright. She’ll make it.”

Jake looks back and sees the flames licking the sky. Fuck. 

Stumbling forward, you stand near the bodies, still coughing and trying to blink through your tears. The roaring fire falls silent upon your ears. 

As if standing guard over them, you look up to the sky and wait. You wait for help to come, even if that didn’t work before. It will work now. You know it will. 

The fire is beginning to spread--it’s eating the grass around the cabin, inching closer to you and the bodies. You won’t let it get to you. You can’t. 

“C’mon,” you say again. Your throat vibrates with it--but you don’t hear it. “C’mon!”

And suddenly, like a bubble has burst, your hearing comes screaming back to you. 

The fire is louder than you imagined it to be--screaming, eating, burning. 

You watch it with quivering lips, feet firmly planted on the earth below you, finger resting on the trigger. You watch the sky, too, waiting for something. 

And then you don’t have to wait any longer. You hear it in the distance--at first no louder than the buzz of a fly as it darts past your ear. But then louder, more distinguished. Louder than the flames eating the oak tree’s leaves. Yes, there it is. It’s coming closer now--the distinct churning, chopping sound of a helicopter’s blades. 

Just as soon as you see it, see its black peeking through the thick smoke and hovering over you, your body goes slack. 

Help is here. You are getting out. It’s over. It’s really, actually over.

Your finger is steady when you pull the trigger. The final bullet bursts into the air, punctures heat, flashes like the bulb of a camera and draws the attention of the pilot in the helicopter. 

Eyes slipping shut as the gun falls from your grip, the heat of relief hugs you close. It feels like being in the arms of death--perfumed with familiarity, rubbing its nose against yours. Except you know in the marrow of your bones that it is okay. 

It’s passing. 

Everything always does. 

𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: THE WAY I CRIED WHEN I WROTE THIS FINAL LINE WTF!!!! SPECIAL THANKS TO @laracrofted FOR BETA READING!!!

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[save-the-villainous-cat]

Hello dont mind me coming out of lurking in anon to give a prompt because i like your writing. Sidekick being caught in the act of harming hero and villain loses their cool very quickly. Love your work! Thanks for letting us read it! Byeeeee!

“You’re not in any position to make a decision like this,” the villain reminded their sidekick. “You’re my partner. And they’re my enemy. Mine. Not yours.”

Their tone wasn’t harsh. Maybe that was the mistake on the villain’s side. They knew their temperament could be misleading. They were calm, most of the time. Maybe that was why the sidekick thought they could do as they pleased.

The villain stared at the footage which revealed the sidekick’s sins. They couldn’t help but notice moves and tricks they’d taught them. The violence was unmistakable. But the violence was theirs. The sidekick had done the deed but the villain had given them the tools.

“That’s hypocrisy. You said the heroes are the disease of the city.”

“That’s not a free pass to torture my nemesis,” the villain answered calmly.

Oh yes, they were calm. They were reserved. On the outside, they didn’t boil. But on the inside, the villain was close to exploding.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t want this,” the sidekick commanded suddenly. As if they were in any authoritative place. “You trained me to kill them. That’s what I’ve been prepared for to do. You and me. That’s always been the plan. And it worked. The hero is ours.”

The villain only shook their head slowly, a humourless laugh escaping them. They’d been blind. How could one be so wrong about a person?

They weren’t facing the sidekick. Their eyes were glued to the screen, observing what the sidekick had done.

“My hero,” they corrected. “They’re mine.”

“And you want me to believe I’m the one who’s crazy? Who’s done something bad? You’re obsessed with them, you’ve always been. You’re sick.”

The villain could hear in their sidekick’s tone how they heated up. They knew that behaviour. They’d do anything to justify their actions. The sidekick was going to turn on them, they were going to try to get out of this.

Unbothered by the raised tone, the villain finally tore their gaze off the screen and stood up. They turned around, fixing any folds in their own clothes, before their gaze found the sidekick’s.

“Grovel.” The sidekick’s face forced a grin, trying to overshadow their emotions. But the villain could tell they were terrified.

“I won’t get on my knees to pule like an animal, just so you can humiliate me,” the sidekick hissed.

“No. You’ll get on your knees to pule and fucking beg like an animal just so I can humiliate you,” the villain answered, their voice as calm as ever despite the harsher choice of words.

By now, the sidekick’s face was red.

“It’s always been them, huh? Just them. The little hero you were obsessed with.” At this point, the sidekick almost spat the words at the villain.

But the villain had already made up their mind. That gave them their tranquility. That gave them power. They were able to decide what happened next. The sidekick however, overwhelmed with emotions, was not.

“We were best friends, you and I. Until you started hunting them.”

“So, you’re jealous of them?” the villain asked. “That’s it?”

Once again, there was this humourless laugh.

“Jealous of them? No. Jealous of you? Definitely.” For a millisecond, the villain’s anger glimmered through their façade. They stared at the sidekick as if they could burn them right here. Right now.

That was it.

“You want them…” the villain concluded quietly, their calmness returning. “That’s why you waterboarded them. That’s why you broke their bones. That’s why you hit them. Makes perfect sense.”

The sarcasm was incredibly provocative, the villain knew that. Still, they wanted to push the sidekick over the edge. They wanted to make them pay.

“That’s rich, coming from you. As if you hadn’t done the same,” the sidekick almost screamed at them. They were clenching their hands into fists, stubborn as always. “I considered you a sibling. You showed me things I didn’t even know I was capable of. You helped me. But I found the hero, I saw them first. I read the reports about them. It was me who told you about the new hero in town. They were mine to have, but you stole them from me.”

“You’re pathetic, you know that, right?” The villain prepared themselves for what was coming.

“They’re mine,” the sidekick screamed, pointing their finger at the villain. “I marked them up. I—”

They never ended the sentence. Instead, they were met with blood and — the villain assumed — a lot of pain, as their hands went to their throat.

The villain had cut their throat.

It was clean. It was made with precision. With a knife the sidekick had never seen coming.

As the sidekick eventually did fall to their knees, the villain grabbed their hair and yanked their head up, forcing them too look at them in their dying moments.

“And that’s where you’re wrong, friend. The hero was never yours to have.”

[dr4cking]

Heyy. Can I request smutty enemies with benefits and one day draco and reader having Sex in the library..

Library.

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draco malfoy x reader | smut |

a/n : hii! love this idea. thank you for requesting! <3

it was the dare from her friends that got her in this situation, y/n was hiding under the invisible cloak walking slowly to the library making sure no one is around.

she take off the cloak putting it on the desk beside her, and begin searching for the book her friends asked her to get for them. she was working quietly trying her best to not get caught.

its their bed time already but she and her friends thought it was fun to do something in the night where everyone is already going to bed.

she smiles when she finally get the book and turn around to go back to her dorm but her body bumped into something hard, she gulped when she saw who it is.

"well, well, well, out past curfew now l/n?"

it was a prefect that bumped into her and to make it worse, its her enemies, draco lucius malfoy.

"oh- draco! dont mind me i was just about to go back to my dorm" she replied nervously trying to play it cool and bring her bubbly vibes so draco will let her pass.

she was about to run but she gets pushed to the bookshelf behind her. she let out a squeal, covering her mouth with her hand.

draco was trapping her with his hands, staring intently at her nervous face.

he really is intimidating, the tension making her sweat even if they are actually an enemies.. with benefits.

yes its funny how they were enemies but still cant get enough with the taste of each other.

"not so fast y/n, i think i have to tell about your bad behavior to our dearly professor umbridge. right?" draco smirking at her scared face.

"no no! please dont do it draco! i got a dare from my friends to come here and give them this, please dont turn me in." she begged desperately at him making his smirk get wider.

"and what makes you think i wouldnt turn you in, hm? i’m the prefect after all, the control is in my hand" he took the book from her hand and put it on the desk.

"because- uh- because i will do anything! i'll do anything for you to not turning me in"

he raised his eyebrows at her answer, his eyes looking around before turning back at her.

“here?” he asked, his face heated when she runs her fingers on his chest.

“yes mr. prefect”

y/n grabbed his face with her hand, getting confident, her lips attached to his jaw, moving up to his ear.

she licks and bite softly on his earlobe making draco shuddered, now looking at her with lust in his eyes.

"you said anything, hm? be careful with your words, darling.." he gives in running his fingers on her cheek caressing it softly.

"yes, draco, anything for you"

she slowly dropped to her knees still keeping their eye contact and she kisses the bulge that was starting to grow in his pants.

she unbuckled his belt and pulls his pants down still keeping the eye contact. he hissed when her hands pulling down his boxers making his erected cock slapped up to his stomach.

"you're gonna suck me off so i will not turn you in, hm? filthy slut" draco spat and his words enough to make her aroused down there.

"but i’m your slut, draco" she takes his cock in her hand, sucking his balls before wrapping his tip in her lips.

she pressed her tongue around his slit then taking all of him in her mouth making draco let out a throaty groan and head thrown back in pleasure.

his hand instantly found its way to her hair putting it to a ponytail as he bucked his hips into her mouth.

she keeps sucking him deeper until his tip touch the back of her throat causing her to gag on his cock. her tongue swirling around the underside.

he feels heavy inside her mouth, her hand pumping the rest of his cock that couldnt fit in her mouth with the same pace.

she forced his cock going deeper down her throat making her gagged all over again, both of them moaning at the feeling.

draco looks down to see y/n already looking at him innocently with her watery eyes, saliva dripping off to her chin and to the floor.

"mhmm.. you suck me so good y/n.. do you like having my huge cock fucking your little throat, hm?"

she answers him by fastening the pace, her nose touching his happy trail tickling it making him moan her name louder.

the sight of her under him driving his mind crazy as his high slowly approaching him.

she can feels draco was getting closer, his cock is twitching inside her mouth. she massages his balls playing with it and she moaned purposely on his cock sending vibrations to draco.

and seconds later he emptied his thick cum inside her mouth. her name and profanities repeatedly left his lips as he calming down from his high.

y/n was choked out it was so much that its spilled out but she still managed to swallow it all.

draco took her hands to help her standing up then pushing her roughly back to the shelf.

he kissed her lips hungrily, their tongues fighting over the dominance, he can even tasted himself.

after minutes of heavy makeout heavy panting, draco broke the kiss to catch some breath and his eyes look up at her for permissions.

"fuck me, draco."

with her answer he ripped open her shirt, the buttons popped off and rolled on the floor as her plump breasts sprang out.

his mouth instantly latching onto her nipple making y/n arched her back, his hand lifted her skirt up and rubbing her clit from her panties making her whimper.

draco plopped her now wet and red boobs out of his mouth. his fingers still rubbing her through her panties.’

"fuck- you’re already soaking wet just by sucking me off, such a needy little thing, aren’t you?" 

he wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing her panties aside and without warning he slammed his cock into her pushing it in fully inside her.

both of them let out a loud moan of each other’s name as they finally connecting their bodies in one.

"yes.. shit- feels so good draco" she let out a pornographic moan as draco picked up his thrusts making her breasts bouncing up and down in front of him.

he caught her nipple in between his teeth causing her to scream out loud. he chuckles lowly and giving her ass a few hard smack making her cheeks goes red.

"you’re such a slut, letting me fucking you here so you wouldn’t get in trouble, hm? i bet you will let me abusing your pretty cunt whenever i want, right?"

y/n nodded at his question, her lips are trembling that she cant speak properly as the pleasure was becoming too much.

"right, slut?" draco slapped his sensitive clit and give it a little pinch making she yelped biting his shoulder.

his thrusts get deeper and faster each time, his cock sunk deeper inside her his tip brushing her cervix.

"yes! yes! i'll let you fuck me, destroying me whenever you wanted, draco.. fuck- please ‘m gonna cum" she clawed her nails on his back feeling his cock hitting her spot over and over again bringing her to her high.

"not yet, y/n. you will cum until i say so"

he set up a brutal pace forcing his cock in and out of her chasing his high too making it harder for her to hold her orgasm.

the books behind her fall out to the floor due to his rough thrusts.

"please- please draco i cant hold it anymore!" she whines loudly feeling the coil tightened.

"fuck- cum now, my little slut"

and with that y/n let her orgasm washed over her coating his cock, making a mess on his inner thighs. it was the best orgasm she ever had, her legs are shaking from the feeling.

with one final thrust draco spilled his cum inside her making both of them moaned loudly. ropes of his cum shooting inside her filling her up, some of it spilled out to the floor, making a mess.

they stayed in the position for a minute as they were still in cloud nine. heavy breaths and smell of sex filling the library.

as they’re back to reality, draco stares at y/n smiling at her before pressing their foreheads and kissing her lips passionately.

the sparks between them bursted filling the room as they kissed. god knows that they’re not really enemies.

he pulled out of her slowly and put her back down but before she could stand she falls down to the floor.

"damn.. that good, huh?" he laughs as he helped her standing up.

"well its worth to not get into trouble and get the draco malfoy instead"

y/n shots him a playful wink making his heart secretly beat faster and his face heated in embarassment.

"let’s go to my room and get you clean, i think you deserve a good treatment in my private bathroom."

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[cynettic]

Stay with Me pt.3

Summary - You manage to escape from Scaramouche, if only for a moment before you realize there’s no escape. It only takes until you’re sitting back in your regular spot that you know what you need to do.

Pairings - Kitsune!Reader x Yan!Scaramouche

Warnings - Suggestive content, mentions of death, swearing, slight gore / blood 

A/N - Its really hard to make this depressing while I’m vibing to Rasputin. Like no joke- I have it on one of the 1 hour playlists :D

Here you’ll find -  pt.1 and pt.2

He’d left a key.

Scaramouche didnt make mistakes, not while he had you captive in the vicinity of his bedroom. He didnt have room for mistakes, not when you were watching his every movement while he was in your line of sight. 

Sure, he mightve killed a person or two in front of you, but those were necessary mistakes. There was a sign on the door, it specified not to enter. You’d understand that, right?

Thats what he thought at least, lulling himself into belief after belief that you’d be there waiting for him every time. That you’d welcome him with open arms, even if there were chains ensnaring your wrists. That you’d accept your fate at his hands and submit yourself to him.

The Balladeer was a fool.

He’d kept you there for too long, and while you searched for an easy way to escape, time sent your head spinning. Into a spiral that begged only for the wind against your face, back laying on dirt with the familiar chirping up birds waking you up in the morning.

You wanted to go outside.

And when push comes to shove, you had to risk a little more to make it happen. Lure him into bed with kisses while your hands unbuttoned his vest. But what he believed to be alluring contacts was just your way of finding the keys hidden in the back pocket of his shorts.

It wasnt hard to find the one to your cuffs while he was asleep, cuddled in your chest with both arms around your waist as if to get you to stay put. You took the key, hiding them back in his clothing and hoping he didnt notice.

He didnt say anything the next day.

You werent going to wait any longer.

“Oh for fucks sake, why won't the goddamn door open?”

The room was left in tatters behind you, a little gift for Scaramouche once he got back. Turns out a pair of chains can smash up a lot of things, and rage can be used as a great source of strength when contained for such a long time.

But you’d done more than throw the blankets around, cut up the drawers and smash open the windows. Because your fists had bled red when you punched through the glass, puncturing your skin. Your knuckles were an ugly red, bruising already.

Ah, Scaramouche deserved a much better gift.

Gruesome as it was, you rubbed your knuckles against the pale walls. Till the blood stopped coming, till there was a nice little message for the boy which you held so dearly to your heart.

‘Balladeer.’

The first time you’d found out about him being a harbinger he’d told you not to call him by that name. You weren’t someone he associated with by work, you were a treasure to him. That’s why you continued to call him as he pleased, although the temptation always arose.

You were no longer his.

Shoving the door with your hand again, palm fiddling with the handle and groaning when it hardly budged. “Stupid,” you grumbled when the knob began to loosen. Backing up, you charged with your shoulder to the door, full force as the momentum broke the hinges. The door fell down with you along with it.

It was expected, you’d been stuck in the room for a long time, and thats considering you’d sat on the ground for decades. Your body was slight numb, muscles sore and unused for so long. 

“You a-arent supposed to leave your room!”

A young man stood in the hallway along with a woman who looked relatively the same age. The two were wearing uniforms, flinching when you stood up from the debris and off the door. “Excuse me?” You asked, voice unnecessarily icy and stern. But you couldnt care less, you were going to get out of this house, damn anyone who stood in your way.

They both continued to shake when you walked towards them, staggering from side to side. The woman stepped up in front of the man, presenting a brave face. “If you leave the mansion, the harbinger will kill us all!”

“Well then I expect you should be on your way then. Actually…” you gestured to the maze of hallways. “You can lead the way.”

“What…?”

Your hand went limp to your side, an exasperated looking momentarily crossing your face before you sighed. “Im not staying trapped in that room, I’m sorry if that ruins your life, but frankly you're not the one stuck in there are you?” You took an extra step just to intimidate them, eyes wide to make the appearance of crazy. “It would be a great help if you showed me where he hid my vision too.”

“We can show you to the door…” The man began, “But the whereabouts of your vision are unknown, he wouldnt tell us something like that.”

A gift bestowed from the gods, a piece to help me thrive with my ambitions and pursue my goals.

Gone.

You really wished you’d taken to clawing out Scaramouche’s face instead, but you’d take what you got. Right now your main priority was getting out of this place, even if it meant leaving a piece of you behind.

“Door.” Your voice was raspy and there was a terrible feeling that crawled up to your throat, but you didnt have time to be emotional. “Show me where the door is… please.”

The conflict in their eyes dissipates by the time they lead you along, mumbling words between themselves. You didnt bother to try eavesdropping, you were so, so tired. You wanted to go home.

Anywhere. Anywhere but here.

It took a few minutes until you were standing in front of a grand door, almost twice the size of you and just as wide. You then began to notice the decorational plants and furniture that filled the empty space, there wasn't an inch of dust. Even though you could tell none of it was used.

“Hurry,” the man warned when you paused. “I dont know when our master is coming back, but if its soon, we’ll all be screwed.”

You couldnt feel your head as you numbly nodded, hand clenching the knob and flinging the set of doors open. “Thank you,” you merely mumbled, taking your first step out of the house in what felt like forever.

The days after that were a blur, the area around Scaramouche’s house were nothing but void. Empty and filled with forests and vast plains. You knew he didnt like people or socializing in general, but to this extent?

Your only option was to run.

Let your feet take you somewhere, anywhere. It was a constant pattern of running and taking breaks, leaning on a tree and gasping in a few breaths before you were again scurrying through the forest. 

And yet you felt better than you’d felt in past months that you’d been stuck with Scaramouche.

Food became any boar you came across, the claws you’d spent so long hiding with Scaramouche coming to unleash a wrath beyond your comprehension. Till the animal was cut to shreds and no meat was left even to eat. You’d slaughtered it, without intention to eat or benefit for it, you’d killed it just to kill.

“I’m sorry,” you’d sobbed into the ground where you’d buried the harmless animal. Forehead pressed into the dirt as you pleaded for forgiveness to whatever archons would accept it. You couldn't even remember what archons you were supposed to pray to. “Forgive me- forgive me…”

But eventually you found your way around to somewhere you knew. Territory of Inazuma where you could find your way back, back home.

Where was home?

You’d been on the run from the vision hunt decree, abandoning your post for the Kitsune Saiguu for such a thing. Even now that you could return without a vision and as no threat under the decree…

You’d sacrificed everything for your vision.

Where were you to go now…?

Rain patted down, the trees providing only a slight cover as stray drops fell into your matted dirty hair. You didnt mind, it hid the tears that slid down your lifeless face, feet taking you into the far meadows of your hometown. Till you plopped down underneath a tree, knees curled to your chest and arms hugging them close. You were crying.

You were home.

____________________

“Awh,” a ginger haired murmured, elbow resting on the cool wood of the tabletop. “Is little Mouchie sad? I heard your kitty cat escaped~”

A death wish, even fatui that idly minded themselves around the bar knew it. Sipping cold drinks and swirling their cups, the soft chatter was nothing but a distraction from the main course of events. That being the smaller Harbinger who sat sulking in his seat, hunched over with a drink in hand. He’d drank far more than what was on the counter, but everytime he finished a glass, he’d smash it on the ground, watching the fragile glass shatter into pieces.

“I dont have a cat,'' was his only response, tone daring Childe to pursue further. To give him a reason to start throwing the glass in his face instead.

And Childe was an idiot when it came to challenging someone.

“No cat?” The rest of the drink in the taller harbinger’s glass was gone when he threw his head back. “Hmmm, I cant think of what else could’ve had you so enraptured in returning home then~!”

Scaramouche didnt respond, uneven bangs shadowing the bags under his eyes. “Stronger,” he said instead, elbow on the counter and hand outstretched for something. When there was no movement from the man managing the wine, the harbinger looked up. “I need something stronger to drink,” he repeated, voice seething.

“Of c-course!”

The glass was nestled in Scaramouche’s palm in no time, fingers curling around the circular form to down it in seconds. The drink merely slid down his throat in one movement, alcohol burning his senses. It didn’t matter, he was numbed by the growing rage inside of him.

Finally, he turned to the ginger haired boy, eyes hazily dancing along the counter till it reached his fingertips. Up his hand and along his arm, till Scaramouche was staring right into Childe’s eyes. “They escaped,” he admitted softly. “But it’s alright, because I sent something that’ll bring them back.”

Childe paused, raising his drink up away from his lips to pose a question. Hesitation danced along his features before he brought the glass back, he’d rather not provoke the shorter male any further. Wasn’t like he could interfere anyway.

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“That… that…” 

It was preposterous, having returned to that same spot for a day or two and heading back to the hometown you’d once lived in. The one Scaramouche had lived in. There shouldn’t have been an issue, you were solely gathering supplies for the sake of it, ambition driving you to travel far far away.

Out of Inazuma.

It was your new beginning, convincing yourself that you didn't need a vision. Finding some sort of purpose before Scaramouche shattered the vision and your life along with it. You’d seen how people had reacted when it had been ingrained in the statue, neutralized and broken. They lost hope, purpose and aspirations for anything new.

It’s not like the Raiden Shogun took my vision.

But you’d taken that fact for granted, expecting some sort of new start without Scaramouche. A victory, getting away from him just for a split second and getting out of Inazuma altogether, you’d never see him again.

Until you got his message.

“How the hell…” You crushed the note until it was just crumbled paper in your hand, slowly leaning on the stone wall. “Piece of shit… what kind of person even…” 

Not only did he manage to find you, but without making his presence known, he’d tugged at your one weakness with an ease that had you down on your knees.

You threw the paper to the ground, deliberate as you stared past the alleyway. Pensive as you considered your options. Damn, what options did you even have? You’d been an idiot to underestimate Scaramouche, he wasn’t a child, you knew that… but archons he seemed like one when he was with you. Shown you a vulnerability he wanted only you to see. But maybe that had been part of his plan all along, until all you believed was his soft demeanor.

He may act like a child, but he’s a harbinger.

You stared down at the crumbled piece of paper in disgust.

Not only that, but he has no regard for human life.

Either way, you’d lived decades more than him. You could face him, you would present yourself to him just as he expected you to. Even when everything in you rejected the idea, sobbed at the thought of returning to that house, those chains. Being locked up and confined only for the purpose of coddling a small boy, a selfish boy, a cruel boy. 

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

You’d figure out a way, and this time you wouldn’t rule out the option of his death.

———————

Oh darling Y/n, how have you been?

I hope this letter reaches you rather soon, we both have much to discuss, no? About me, about you, and much more. You see, I’ve taken up quite a distaste to your little friends. Stone statues in Inazuma as small as Kitsunes truly hold no purpose, what will they do, come back to life? Haha, I should think not. I’ve already arranged to have them demolished, who knows what kind of material they might possess. Ah, and of course I’d show you the finishing product, unless you’re willing to come and have a chat with me once more? Under the Sakura tree like we used to, you’ve waited years, I believe you can wait for me?

I hope this letter reaches you in best interests. I’m always looking out for you after all.

Sincerely, your Balladeer

——————

It was raining.

Beautiful weather as you lay sitting there, feet crossed and tucked in the same you’d often do. After all, there was no need to fear the vision hunt decree or the Raiden Shogun. Let them come, let them take care of you before Scaramouche did.

You werent cold, not when the cold drops dampened your clothing, slipping down the length of your spine and drenching your face. Despite having lived in a luxury residency for such a long time, this was where you were most comfortable, enduring whatever the weather had for you, taking it with a smile. Because you were waiting…

The Kitsune Saiguu was a distant memory.

You were waiting for Scaramouche, the young boy that often bound into the field in lengthy strides, childlike wonder in his eyes. The one who’d cried when the other kids pushed him away, the one that just wanted to be praised. You’d held him in your arms, and now, even knowing the results, you wouldnt have done differently.

He was just a boy.

Just a boy when he joined the fatui, looking for praise that he was given. He created chaos and bellowed orders with a cruelty that was highly looked upon. Told that he was doing well, so he continued to do so.

He’s just a boy.

You wished you’d held him in your arms, if not only for a tad longer. Shield him away from the wrongness of the world, if only for one last time.

Banishing away your hatred for him was hard.

But you found it under the tree, rain soon dimming down to a clouded cold breeze that swept through the meadow. You’d hated him while stuck in the mansion, but you could now see it from a larger point of view. What he did was wrong of course, but you could remember him so vividly now. His small form giggling, tiny arms around your neck. 

“Play with me!”

Was it your fault?

For not holding him tighter? For trying to rectify his bad doings and teach him what was wrong and right? Maybe if your grip was firmer, if you’d spoken to him about the warmth he’d given you that day when playing cards...

“Lazy ass.”

Burying down that pile of worry and insecurities, you took a deep breath in to relax. The edge of your lip perked up, only slightly. “Still terrible with your social skills arent you?”

Slowly securing a dry space under the three with you, Scaramouche sat down. His features were the same ones you’d grown accustomed to at his mansion. Rich clothes, sharp eyes, and the baby face that refused to go away. His movements were soft as he pulled out a deck of cards. The two of you didnt speak as he distributed them between you both. It was tense… no, it felt too much like the warmth form long ago to be tense. You only wished the situation to be different.

“I love you.”

But you could only offer a bitter smile to his words. “I love my vision,” you replied. “I love the Kitsune Saiguu, and I love my friends.”

His touch was gentle when his fingers came to gently cradle your cheek. Holding your face dearly as he peered into your eyes, his were soft. Different from the cruelty he held within, the hatred that burned and destruction that seeked to explode.

You saw a little boy.

Your hand came to press his hand further against your cheek, till you slid his palm to your lips. He appeared so calm when you pressed the first kiss, lips tracing the lines along his palm with all the care in the world.

But you needed to change your view, see him as the man he now was. As the man he had become.

“I love you,” he repeated, and you let go of his hand. It fell limp by his side, cards all but forgotten. There was a much more pressing matter at hand, because you truly needed to see him as he was.

It was necessary if you planned to kill him.

[the-grimm-writer]

"Am I not enough? What do you need? Just tell me, please. Please... I'll do anything, just don't leave."

"Oh be careful hun, you're legs are still recovering."

"I went easy on you, next time I'll be sure you won't walk again."

"Shut up, or I'll make you."

"Don't go in there, you might not like what you see..." "I may have lost control for a moment. Just a moment. Please dont look."

"I know you better than anyone."

"You have such pretty eyes, its a shame I'll have to get rid of them."

"No, I won't stop telling you that I love you. Never. Not even when my throat bleeds."

" Is this what you need? A punching bag? I can be that, if it means you'll never leave me."

"Do you want me to get on my knees and beg? I'll do that do you, I can do that and so much more."

"Everything was perfect, but you had to screw it up."

"This hurts me more than you, doll. It'll be over soon."

"Aw, I'm sorry hun, did you really think I'd let you go?"

"Hey, eyes on me. You're not allowed to look anywhere else.

" A pretty mouth like yours shouldn't be spitting out so much crap. I'll teach you a better way to use it."

"Don't cry, I'll only get more excited if you do."

"The more you struggle the more it'll hurt. Like a spider's web. Just sit still and wait for me to take you."

"You love me right? Please say you love me."

"See? I told you it would feel good. Those are tears of joy... Right?"

"No... Don't look at me like that. I... I didn't do anything wrong... This... This is nothing... I did this for you! For us!"

"No, go on. I wanna hear you beg a little more."

" You think I'm crazy? Look at yourself, you're being pathetic."

"This wouldn't be happening if you just did as you're told. You only have yourself to blame."

"Found you~"

"What did I fucking tell you? Eyes on me. I don't care how much pain you're in."

" How could you lie to me? Does everything mean nothing to you? How could you not trust me?"

"I love the sound of you screaming."

"Don't waste your energy hun, I know you like the back of my hand, so every possible method of escape you could possibly think of is useless here."

"What's wrong? I thought you'd be happy with them gone, they hurt you."

"Shh, shh, it's okay now, I'm here. Are you okay? Are you hurt at all?" "How did you know where I was...?"

"I trusted you! I thought we had made progress! You... You..." "Please... Stop..." "You betrayed me."

"You taste good, don't you agree?"

"Come here now and maybe I'll forgive you're little escape attempt... No? Fine. I'll give you to the count of three. "

"We can either do this my way, or the hard way. Which do you prefer?"

After meeting with a male friend, you come home to your significant other, who's clearly upset. "Get in the shower." "Why...?" "Get in the shower now, or I'll wash that pig's filth off you myself."

"No, don't cry. This is supposed to feel good."

"Please don't make me tie you up again darling."

"Keep pushing me away, keep denying me, keep fighting. I don't mind. Because I'll fight back harder."

Ahhh omg omg I'm obsessed with all of these thank you anon

[kreativewritin444]

moving on 5/ j.m r.c

part five my loves finishing this off and then with the new season might bring it back lol

warnings: violence, obsessive and abusive rafe ,

long awaited i hope you enjoy.

  after john b was accused for murder and him and sarah left over seas. things were over the top messy. yet the only sane thing was having jj, he kept everything going for you.

 rafe was distant, so not having to deal with him let you breathe. until things got hectic with pope and the return of the thought so dead to be sarah and john b.

 during the grief, jj was bad, real bad. you tried to help him cope, keeping on his ass about certain shit. even once leading to a huge arguments, the two of you in tears at the end.

 but when his hand cupped your cheek, wiping the fallen tears. eyes boring into yours he knew at that moment. he was deeply inlove with you and there was nothing he could do about it.

 “i really think the gods sent me you.” the soft words made you giggle, leaning more so into his touch.

 “promise me, you’ll never leave.” you begged hope filling through you. in an instance his lips devoured yours, pulling away moments later.

 “after all this shit? you are stuck with me!” he swoops you into his arms, smile spreading across your lips with laughter escaping.

-

“oh you gotta be jokin’.” sitting up fully feeling panic arise within you. you knew rafe would go this insane. kidnapping you and sarah, but now it all clicked.

 ward was the craziest mother fucker out here.

     “sarah, please tell me im just high as a kite!” you beg as she watches you in despair, the same thing she feels. yet, the panic in you was... what is going to happen.

  after stating you were his and telling jj about it, things shifted. jj was more protective, rafe more distant but eyes always watching you. yet, after everything went crazy things were less worried about, until now.

 god you wanted to be sick, wishing this was some sick nightmare.

“hey sweetie.” he spoke soft, your eyes glued onto sarah who looks horrified. why is it everytime they have something going on, im here?

“it’s me. i know this is impossible to you, but i am going to explain-” sarah slaps him across the face, making you snicker softly.

“you’re right, im sorry. i deserve that, i do. i know i do. you have been through hell, and that’s my fault. im sorry i-” he begs but i stand up cutting him off.

“you are literally the most insane fucking person i’ve ever met.” throwing an ‘sorry’ look to my best friend. ward ignores me as sarah plops down on the couch with a horrified look on her face, my heart aching for her.

“i can promise you. i didn’t have any other choice.” he kneels, “i didn’t and i dont expect you to understand that now. all i can do is tell you what happened and answer the questions.”

glaring at the man, “uhh, question? why the fuck am i here? i have a family, life, friends, a boyfriend.” tears well up in my eyes, gaining attention from ward.

“i needed to make sure my family was all together, all together and safe.” ignoring sarahs cries he points at me.

“you have a opportunity for a better life, y/n. not living like those dirty pogues, with my son and with a real future.” you stumble back knees hitting back against the seat, plopping down on top of it.

“oh my god.” sarah makes eye contact with me in horror, tears streaming down both our faces. your heart thumped wildly and you felt numb.

   as ward explains how he faked killed himself, you start looking around the room for anything; a way out, a weapon, gun, key. as the conversation starts to end, rafe appears at the door making you freeze.

his eyes glue onto you but shifts over to sarah and ward, “but i had to make sure rafe got away.” me and sarah heads both lift up at that.

“thank you dad.” rafe calls out. oh my god these people are sick, he just covered up his sons murder with faking his own death what the fuck.

“atleast one of us is faithful.” he glares towards sarah, not without glancing to me.

“that’s psychopathic, both of you.” she spat at him. my eyes remains on the boy, his glare sending a horrible feeling over me.

 “like father like son,” you mumble as his eyes roam you up and down. holding an emotion you couldn’t decipher. you look around the room to escape his gaze. your stomach twisted, the heat in the room rises.

tears slide down your cheek, staring at the men before you. “i’d rather die, then ever be apart of your sick disgusting family.“ you spat

 rafe sighs, walking off as ward just gives me a stern look. you knew sarah didn’t take your words to heart, but you were just kidnapped and offered up as fucking bait.

 it’s pretty obvious my emotions right now.

-

after they left rose came in and sarah came up with a plan to escape, she pushes me first through the door and you dash off. turning back seeing sarah not too far behind, “go! we need to find a phone.”

 turning right running down a short hall as sarah heads the opposite way. you quickly come to a dead end, cursing to yourself. turning back towards sarah direction, you come close but freeze.

 she got caught, quickly shoving myself behind something to stay hidden you wait. no clue what the fuck to do, you look around able to glance at the ocean, no land, no phone, no nothing.

 stress arises through you, “okay, y/n... breathe.”

 pushing yourself out, quickly moving towards the complete opposite way. trying to be quiet, you hear wards voice from above. okay sarah and him must be up there, upper level.

 turning the hall, you making direct eye contact with rafe. heart dropping in your stomach, you dash around running as fast as you can. stairs that led downstairs was the best option, skipping steps to avoid him.

almost losing him you turn too fast on a corner, hand flying out to stable yourself. instead you grab a burning hot metal pipe, making you scream out in pain.

 you trip falling completely back, hand clutched close to your chest. rafe steps out into view. a whimper escapes your lips, trying to scoot back.

 “please, rafe.” you were begging at this point, completely terrified. “i-i never wanted to hurt you. im tr-trying to protect you!” he yells over me.

 the range of his tone made you shake visibly under me. “protecting me by hurting me? that’s not love rafe!”

 his hand grips your foot, yanking you closer, directly under him. “you think you know love? huh y/n? with that pogue boyfriend of yours!”

 you go to push him away but you forgot about your hand making you sob. rafe stops for a second, glancing at your hand. “let me see.”

 you try to move away but he grips you closer, “ATTENTION!” red lights blare across the boat making rafe distracted. you kick him in the balls before scrambling up and running away.

 “fuck!” his voice was heard but you didn’t stop until you found a good spot to hide for a moment. you try to regulate your breathing, but your breathe hitch at the sight of your hand.

 it was red and blistered, some skin even completely raw. looking down at your tank top, you rip some of the bottom. looking around you manage to see a small wooden spoon.

 placing it between your lips, you wrap your hand as delicately as you can. the speaker was still going off which was weird. when you finished you keep the spoon in your good hand, incase as you head towards the top of the boat.

 turning the corner you slam into someone, your eyes lifting to catch the last person you thought you’d see. “john b?”

 his arms wrap around you instantly, tears brimming. “i-is sarah with you?”

 you nod, “yes, but we got lost. ward has her john b, i think.” he analyzes your face.

 “are you okay, y/n. jesus.” he cups your chin softly to look closer, you shrug him off.

 “im fine, who is all here?”

 “everyone.”

 “okay you go find sarah, ill go find jj and them. be safe john b, im serious.” with a final look you both headed in seperate directions.

  passing by the main area to see it empty left you confused. yells coming from the other side, made you rush through the halls to stumble out on the side. “kie!” you scream towards her as she looks at you in awe.

 running forward you were surprised when the blunt force of a machete connected with your head. falling forward, dizzy as hell you felt arms grasp you.

 everything was doubled and your head pounded, but you stood up. held close to jj, you stumble slightly.

 “jj watch o-” jj’s bodies thumps forward, flipping you two over the boat. water immediately soaks you, almost inhaling some of it. you push up to the surface, barely able to notice jj upside down.

 “jj.” you push him on his back, resting his weight onto you. the light was too bright and you had no energy. “y/n!”

 kie quickly helps grab onto jj, you barely able to stay afloat yourself. “i-im so so-sorry.”

 the confession that left you broke kie’s heart, “no! no, y/n.” she begs, but your vision started to spot with black dots.

 “kie, im scared. i-i cant stay up.” the words escape you as your head dunks under. kie pulls you up but your arm slips out of her grasp, you struggle up to the top once more.

 “im so sorry, guys.” she sobs as she struggles, you try to keep afloat but you finally go under.

-

 you felt yourself being dragged out of the water, “come on y/n!” sarah sobs, patting your back. water escaping your lips, along with deep coughs.

 “oh my god.” your eyes flicker, trying to adjust to the lights as you were enveloped into a hug. your eyes finally focus on everyone.

“hurry go!”

“he has a gun!”

 everything was brought back as your eyes landed on an unconscious jj, you move forward quickly. landing beside him, hands gripping his face.

 “jj!” you tap him softly, “come on, baby. w-wake up, okay.” you began to softly sob, a gunshot goes off just as they get the thing to start.

 “jj! come on, pl-please dont leave me.” with that he coughs up water making you laugh.

“wassup?”

 “oh my god, never do that again.” you fell on top of his chest, relief spreading through you. even in the middle of nowhere you felt safe with him. anywhere.

[yaomomvs]

TAKE OUR HAND

seijoh x manager!reader

in which aoba johsai vbc just wants you to take their hand, just as the many times they have reached for yours when they needed it

pls i’m sorry i just wrote this for comfort, in having a terrible week and so, i just really need my seijoh boys to comfort me even if it’s just in my head and just so you know, and as i’ve been trying to convince myself, things always get better

tuesday, [15:56 pm]

“nice kill yahaba senpai!” kindaichi congratulates his upperclassman.

his voice makes you react, it scared you. still holding your pen and the notebook you always carry around even on normal practice days, your hand threatens you in the most scary way possible.

fuck no, just... breathe.

you are quick to leave aside the notes, and so, you look around to the boys, who just after the coach’s whistle sounds they are quick to approach your spot.

you take the water bottles as quickly as you can.

“oh y/n-san, i know we are irresistible but you can’t just slack off admiring us!” makki teases you laughing.

“if our dear manager is admiring someone is obviously me” oikawa says, before taking a sip of his bottle, slightly making you blush even more.

“i don’t think she likes idiots who still watch youtube conspiracy videos at 3am”

“iwa!”

“weren’t you the one with a secret obsession for romance manga, iwaizumi?” it’s mattsun time to expose his friend. iwai mi doesn’t hesitate and he runs directly to matsukawa, while kunimi brings out his phone to start recording the chaos in the gym.

you don’t listen.

your head hurts, and then, you once again feel this weird thing in you stomach. you have been feeling like this for the past week, and you try to ignore it . but sometimes, you just want the world to stop.

you can’-

“y/n senpai?” watari calls your name, and you notice his furrowed brows looking at you, worried. you blink and correct your posture. you had just zooned out. “is everything ok?”

“ah yes watari kun!” you force your self to sound relaxed because you feel the sudden gaze of the entire team “i was just thinking in a smart way to insult oikawa, but i’m worried he won’t understand tho”

“hey! you said i was your favorite”

you fake laugh once again assuring everyone that you were just fine. the day goes on, and somehow is becomes more difficult to just stay down not worrying about anything.

and they notice.

you don’t walk home with the guys today. instead you run to the bus not before excusing yourself with an ‘urgent family thing’

“just please don’t let makki eat so much ramen today!” you giggle as you run to the bus “i’m not in the mood to dealing with diarrea!”

“that was a secret between us darling!” the pink haired guy screams cheeks blushing.

and maybe you were just too distracted, but before you face them away some of them notice how quick your smile fades.

“you know guys” yahaba is quick to say “call me crazy but, why did she lie?”

—

wednesday, [10:22 am]

when was the last time you actually enjoyed school? not practice, but school itself. seeing numbers everyday in the board that you don’t understand is frustrating. your throat hurts, there’s has been a not there since the begging of the day.

swallow it, y/n, dammit

you decided to take this class, don’t blame the world, blame yourself. isn’t it supposed to be simple? why isn’t it being simple? is that... 

"Square root of 57 is equal to Xo, miss" 

"alright!" 

it is not like it’s a race, you want to say. why was the teacher obsessed with speed?, it’s unfair. your time is not the same as that of others. 

you drop the pencil and you recline in your chair, why couldn’t you do operations and analysis as fast as they could? you take a look around and the eyes of others look frightening. you see ambition, you see security, you see admiration.

the bell rings and you just want to run, and well in a way you end up doing it. leaving your homeroom, you tell your friends that for today you want to be alone, the halls of aoba johsai are big, for your fortune or misfortune. you go to the vending machine and when your drink falls, the minimum noise makes you startle, lately it’s like that, small noises or actions affect you way too much.

and iwaizumi notices it.

you don’t make a single move, it’s just the cold drink resting on your hands. and before iwaizumi could stop mattsun, he was already putting his hand on your shoulder.

“y/n!”

the orange juice spills and once again fear takes hold of you.

you see them both, you’re not stupid and you know hajime stares at you weirdly, and now mattsun, you hide your fear it a bit worse than yesterday, but you do anyways.

"someday, Matsukawa-san, YOU’RE GOING TO KILL ME! and what will you do without me?" you try to say cheerful, wanting to take away the suspicion, for a moment it works.

"flunk history, that leads me to..." 

"no, sweeheart, i won’t give you my homework" 

you walk and both guys follow you, one faster than another, very naive of the situation. "I begin to believe you hate me," says Mattsun, as the three sit on a bench near the school cafeteria casually encountering kunimi who quickly joins you, patting the folds of your skirt as you sit down, you rest on the table and admire his needy expression and as the tantrum of mattsun grows.

minutes go by, your chest pain grows, but somehow you know how to let it go.

 with your hands supporting your face, lunch passes between you and kunimi, you try to talk, you really try. 

but still, your eyes just glow, and kunimi notices how it’s not the glow you always have.

—

thursday [12:03]

your head is spinning, you can feel the cold sweat. will this be the time? why do you feel so small? why can’t you say it?

it’s familiar, you recognize this feeling, an ocean, you’re floating, you know you can swim, but, you’re in the middle of nowhere, you look down. Out of nowhere the intimidating depth of the ocean is beneath you. And then, you sink. You feel like you’re drowning, you feel like you’re fighting the tide, but you just can’t do it.

i just need...

no, it’s not time yet, it’s still training. the boys... you’re the one who should take care of them, you’re the one who has to be be fine. they had no time to lose, they had a goal and for the moment that was the most important thing.

On that bench, your gaze is absent, you know it is so.

and through the window that overlooks your classroom, oikawa notices it too

“y/n...” he mumbled.

of course he’d noticed. at first it was not so clear, but now he remembers.

when kindaichi pinned your dark circles to him, while admiring you by fitting volleyballs in a way not of your own.

makki watches oikawa from your side, you don’t even know the pink-haired guy is there, unaware that he’s sitting next to you. but he notices. he’s been noticing for days that your eyes are threatening to close in the middle of class.

hanamaki catches your attention and instantly that mask you’ve been wearing for weeks appears again.

"hanamaki, i’m fine"

it doesn’t convince them. they both look out the window and nod.

oikawa notices, and god, he wished he had no reason to.

—

friday [14:00 pm]

breathe.

please just... breathe.

you’re fed up. the feeling of guilt and discomfort is still there, can’t you be calm? people don’t need to know, but why do you want to shout it?

the dressing room is alone, the girls from the soccer team are out and it’s your only chance.

the team needs you, hold on a little.

your footsteps are heard in the hallway once again, a symphony you’re tired of listening to.

your chest hurts, your heart is aching, but you just need a little more. hands are shaking, the cold in your body, you need to stop.

you have to make them stop.

but when you walk into the gym, even with your eyes down, all you feel is warm. and it’s because, the boys were standing, aligned begging for you.

no, they beg for your sake.

and everything stops.

one hand from him on your neck, and one hand around your shoulders.

because oikawa, without warning, now has you in his arms.

and then, only then, you break.

tears don’t take long to come out, along with desperate sobs. your legs fail and out of nowhere, you and oikawa are on your knees.

with an alarmed look, the whole club runs towards both, surrounding you as sensibly as possible.

"i’m sorry, i’m sorry I’M SORRY" is heard from you, between hiccups.

“love, listen...” iwaizumi approaches you,somehow he managed to catch up with you, somehow he managed to hold your hand.

"i promise i didn’t want to, but i can’t, i can’t anymore, why can’t i? i try and i try and i keep trying but it’s never enough! IM TIRED OF SEEING SOMETHING AND NOT BEING ABLE TO PROCESS IT LIKE THE OTHERS. I’M TIREDD OF NEVER FULFILLING WHAT I SHOULD”

yahaba’s heart aches, and just as most of the team, is shocked.

your hands, oh your adorable hands, those hands that bandage his in the middle of an important game, he sees them shaking horribly between iwaizumi’s.

“AND I’M SCARED, WHAT IF I LOSE YOU BECAUSE OF THAT BECAUSE OF ME? BECAUSE OF HOW I AM I-“

watari is quick to place your hair gently behind your ear, a kunimi covers you with his jacket.

“I LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND I DONT RECOGNIZE MYSELF” you lower your voice, its cracked now “oikawa I don’t recognize myself, I want to be me again" you whisper, and a knot appears in the captain’s throat, and he puts a hand on your cheek "please... just let me be me again" your throat burns, your eyes get redder.

the gym goes silent, your words still echoing in everyone’s head.

“why didn’t you-“

“i just couldn’t” you blame yourself cutting oikawa off “look at us! we are waisting time on me when we should be- i’m the one who has to- im you support not-“

“hey hey, love...” iwaizumi whispers his voice is filled with sweetness, letting you sit correctly and softly rubbing his thumb in your hands “how many times have you been there for us? y/n your hand is always there”

“that’s true” kyotani says, finally saying something, emotions overwhelmed him a lot, but he genuinely wanted to help you.

“there’s something about you, there’s light” kindaichi follows up.

“no matter where, or how bad we are, somehow you always are helping us stand up” mattsun also tries to carefully approach you, he wants nothing more for you to feel safe.

and oikawa’s arms were still around you. he never stopped.

“we have reached your hand so many times, so now it’s time for you to please take ours” oikawa holds you face, and you see the sincerity and kindness behind his brown eyes, it feels like home.

mattsun does a sign asking the coach for a day off, both of them smile tenderly at you and give the green flag. iwa and makki are next to hold you carefully helping you stand up. they help you stop shaking but it’s mad dog the one who wipes your tears away with a tissue watari handled him. still not knowing if he did it the right way. you still feel kunimi’s scent. you still see kindaichi holding your school bag making sure nothing is missing. yahaba is the one bringing you water. and oikawa still refuses to let you go.

all of them feel like home.

“thank you”

and that’s how you know everything is going to feel fine.

because this club was yours and you were theirs.

this was home.

[drakenology]

Baby, Have My Babies - Ejiro Kirishima

summary: you and your pro hero fiancé take a romantic getaway for valentines day with one thing on his mind; baby making.

author’s note: oh hai! so this baby is for the corruption event @ultimate-astridwriting and @bummie is hosting for valentines day! shout out to them for including me 🥺. check out the other works that participated and as always enjoy!

warnings: smut! (minors no peeking!), breeding kink, use of the word “daddy” in the sack, unprotected sex, soft dom!kiri, prohero!kiri (the big bulky one with the long hair), dirrrrty talk, I cuss a lot and Kiri nuts a lot. all characters are aged up!

The night Kirishima proposed was a beautiful valentine’s night to remember. There you were, at one of the most expensive restaurants anyone could sit at in the middle of Bora Bora (your dream vacation spot), head empty. Just the image of your boyfriend, now fiancé kneeling down on one knee to pop the prettiest question.

“Will you marry me, baby?”, Crimson eyes full of love and adoration for you and only you as you gasp, your breath stolen as you watch him pull out the biggest diamond fucking ring you’d ever seen. Of course you said yes. Why the fuck wouldn’t you?

That same night you arrive at a hotel you were staying at in Bora Bora (the most romantic location to spend your valentines day). Kirishima saw to it that yours and his things would be taken up to the suite he had already reserved and decorated to surprise you.

You open the door swiftly, Kirishima’s chest swelling with pride when he hears your girlish squeal at the sight of the romantic decor (all done by yours truly). Flower pettles littered the carpet leading to the bed where countless gifts and a huge teddy bear rested. The room was covered in candles and roses and love. It smelled sweet like vanilla as a slow piano track played softly in the background. It was like a page out of a romance novel just opened up right in front of you.

Your eyes well up with tears at the wonderful gesture. Kirishima was always a romantic; his love language being gift giving and grand gestures, but he truly out did himself tonight. As you exclaim oo’s and ah’s at all of the suites glory you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist.

“You like it, honey?” He asked, leaving a trail of fluttering kisses along your neck as you swoon at his touch.

“I love it. I love you, Kiri.” Gushing as you spin around on your heels to reach up and kiss him. Instinctively, He hoists you into his loving arms; your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands firmly gripping your ass as one falls to push all the teddy bears off the bed he needed you in.

He lays you carefully onto the bed and admired your body from way up there (boy is tall), drinking you in and groaning at the sight of your face looking up at him all flushed and innocent-like. God, he couldn’t wait to ruin you completely and thoroughly.

“I’ve been thinking baby..” Kiri started to say, ripping your poor dress in half with his seemingly handcrafted hands and chuckling at your high pitched squeak. “What if..” after pressing a wet kiss on your midriff, trailing the attention down just above where you wanted him. “..we tried *kiss* for a *kiss* baby..?”

You shudder at his minstrations, biting your lip as you feel him prod his thick fingers over your clothed pussy. You wince at the sound of his groan at the feeling of your wet pussy practically sticking to your panties.

“So whaddya say?” He persisted, cock growing at the burning question. You were already so drunk on him, his mouth leaving open mouthed kisses over your covered heat causing you to slowly lose focus on anything other than the thought of just being railed already.

“M-Mm-hm..” You manage, nodding your head as you feel Kirishima smirk against your panties.

“You gonna let me, baby? Gonna let me fuck that cunt? Hm?” At this point he’s slurping on your pussy as he’s talking to you with that filthy mouth of his. God yes, you wanted to say but he’s devouring so good the only thing you can say is his title.

“D-Daddy! Ughhn fuck.” You cry, nearing your end surprisingly fast as his soft lips wrap around your aching clit.

“C’mon, baby. Cum all over my fucking mouth.” He huffed against you, humming into your pussy as he reattached his lips onto the throbbing bud. You arch your back up off the bed, toes curling and eyes rolled at the back of your head as you do as you were told.

Curses leave your lips as Kirishima continues his assault on your pussy, fucking you through your orgasm and working on a second one as he now has those fingers inside you. You gasp, whimpering as he hooked his fingers just like always to drive you crazy. Works everytime.

“Daddy, p-please. S’too much!” You lament, trying to pry your poor overstimulated pussy away from the hungry beast devouring you.

Kirishima loves when you try to escape him; an ego trip floating in his mind as he watched you writhe and struggle to leave his strong grasp.

“Uh-uh baby, where ya goin’?” He teased, latching his mouth onto your pussy as he fingered you. His lips were replaced by his warm tongue, licking and sucking as he stroked your walls with his fingers. You melt under his touch, worrying that the other guests staying on your floor could hear your desperate cries for more.

“God, give it to me. Fuckin’ give it to me.” Kiri soothed, feeling your hands tangle into his long red tresses as another orgams ripped through your whole body. Your thighs clamp around his head as you shake like a leaf. He paused for a moment to take in your half-ruined body, hungry for the satisfaction completely railing you into a stuttering mess.

Kirishima sits right up and grabs your face to plant a sinful kiss, tongues tasting each other as moans exchange between the two of you.

He pulls away, slick coating his chin as he hoisted himself on top of you. He propped himself up on one arm, the other taking his bulging cock into his hand to tease against your dripping folds.

“So fucking wet, baby.” He panted, “Ready for me? Want my dick inside you? Huh baby?” He cooed, the only thing he can hear is an out of breath and whiny little baby begging for his dick.

Kirishima sat up, pulling you off the bed as he wrapped your legs around him. You mewl at his brut strength, him lifting you with such ease throwing you for a loop. You wrap your arms around his neck as he prodded himself at your soaking wet pussy, sinking your body down onto him as you both moan at the feeling.

“Gonna fill you so fucking good. You like that? You love it when I fuck you like this, dont you?” He rambled, your gummy walls felt so good wrapped around his swollen cock. His hands gripped your ass as he slammed you down onto his dick, the sudden deepness causing your nails to sink into his back.

You shriek everytime your pussy took him in, back arching as the head brushed up against your g-spot. Your legs are shaking again, watching your feet as they dangle at either side of Kirishima’s body. His thrusts are strong, purposeful as he used you like a fuck toy all while standing up.

Your pussy made embarrassing noises, Kirishima commenting as the assault continued more forcefully.

“Shiiit. I love your fucking pussy. So wet. All for me, yeah?” Your response frantic nonsense.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Yes, daddy. G-give me more.” And so he does; his grip on your hips tighten as he slams you down slower and harder repeatedly hitting your g-spot at a new angle as he hunched over with you in his arms.

He started thrusting up into you, his large hand smacking down on your ass as he pounded you into nirvana.

“Mmm, you feel so fucking good, baby. Want me to fill you? You like it when I stuff you, huh?”

There was the familiar feeling coming yet again, stomach flipping and eyes fluttering as you sob into Kirishima’s neck.

“God, yes daddy! Cum inside me please, I-I need it.” You gripe, grabbing hold of one of your breasts as you attempt to grind into his thrusts in time with him.

“You need it, baby? Oh, I’m gonna give it to you. Just cum one more time for me.” He huffed, the feeling of your sopping wet walls clamping down onto him slowly becoming too much.

You pant, your face pulling into that little fucked out face Kirishima loved as you scream his name. Your whole body ignites, curses leaving your mouth as you cream all over his dick.

“Yeahhhh. That’s it baby. ‘M gonna fill you-fuck! I love you.” Kirishima said frantically; rutting into as few times before unloading himself inside you.

You feel his cum fill you up deliciously, the feeling of his dick throbbing inside you as he oozed causing you to whine. You feel him fuck his cum inside you; eager to breed you before pulling you off of his cock with a satisfied groan.

“Fuck sake.” He gasped. You were always such a good fuck. It should be illegal for your pussy to be that good. As he pulled out of your used hole, you felt the thick liquid drip out of you as Kirishima carried you to the master bathroom which was also candlelit.

“Let’s get cleaned up and keep this going. I can’t wait to see you waddling with my baby inside you.” He manifested. You hum into his chest as he cradled you like precious cargo, running the hot water for a bath for two.

“Love you” You slur, lazily dipping a finger into the bath.

“Ditto, babe.”

[barnesandrogersfanfics]

Ocean Eyes - 18

A/N - Double Post! 😱

Warnings: Swearing

Words: 1462

I threw open the door and walked out to find Chris and Scott sat on the sofa talking quietly between themselves.

I could see Mason was out back running around with Dodger which i was glad about. Scott saw me first and sat up giving me a smile that fell from his face when he noticed the tears in my eyes. Chris turned so he was facing me, concern etched on his face that quickly resembled fear when i threw the iPad on the seat beside him....the news article still up on the screen.

"Shit...." I heard him mutter under his breath as his head dropped into his hands.

"Im guessing this is what you didnt want me to see?" I said pointing down at the screen.

"I'll leave you two alone...." Scott said as he started to get up.

"No you stay! You're just as bad as he is! You both sat there and lied to my face!"

Scott sighed as he sat back down looking the most uncomfortable i've ever seen him before.

"We didnt want you getting upset over some bullshit headline. You're supposed to be resting and taking time to heal...."

"Stop it! Stop lying to me!" I yelled "Chris just be honest with me.... Did something happen with her while you were there?? what was it? Out of sight out of mind?....."

"God no! Sweetheart nothing happened i swear! I would never do that to you" he stood up and made his way over to me, his eyes filled with tears.

"So tell me what the fuck that is! Because to me that looks very fucking suspicious!"

"Okay. Okay, She asked if i wanted to hang out so i wasnt on my own at the hotel. She's good friends with Michelle, we had spoken before while i was filming Defending Jacob...i didnt see the big deal"

"Even after the hotel photos? Come on Chris you cant be that dumb...."

"Megan and Lily's PR manager thought it would look better if we were seen hanging out after those photo's"

"You realise how fucking crazy that is right?? We literally just released a whole ass article about our family and how happy we are to stop the shit with Lindsey and you think this is good?"

"This is just a mess i cant get out from under"

"This makes you look like you're cheating on me! and for what? a booty call with some British actress??"

"Tell me what you want me to do and i'll do it...."

"I think its a little late for that Chris"

"Y/N nothing happened!" He reached for me and I stepped away so he couldnt touch me "i swear on Mason...."

"DONT YOU DARE!" I pointed at him "you never swear on my baby's life!"

"I didnt mean..... i just meant thats how serious and honest im being here. Baby, nothing happened. I never touched her. There's not a single photo of me touching her, they're making the whole thing into something its not!"

"Its not even the photo's thats got me so pissed off, you wanna know what it is?" I asked feeling the tears run down my face "while you were laying around laughing, having the time of your life in the park with a woman who's not me..... i was here having a miscarriage. Did you know about that before or after those photos huh?"

"Y/N...." Scott tried to interrupt but stopped quickly when i turned my angry and distraught glare at him.

"You were wearing those clothes when you got home so i know it was the same day"

"Scott called while i was out, we left as soon as i found out and booked the first flight home to you"

"Right" i nodded but at this point i found it hard to believe anything he said.

"I think it's best if i leave..... i think we need some time" i found myself saying as i wiped tears from my face.

"No!.... Baby please! Im begging you don't leave me again!" He cried dropping to his knees infront of me and wrapping his arms around my waist "i can't loose you both".

I looked at Scott who was openly crying looking just as distraught.

"You can't just go.... At least sleep on it. Let everyone calm down....." Scott added while wiping away tears.

"Sweetheart please....."

"Fine...."

At that moment Mason came running in with Dodger, Chris stood up quickly hiding the fact he was crying.

"Mom can i have a drink please?"

"Sure baby" i forced a smiled and made my way to the kitchen.

"Mama are you okay? You've been crying, are you hurting again?" He asked gently placing his hand on my stomach. I nodded and smiled at my sweet boy.

"Yeah baby i'm hurting again".

"Do you wanna snuggle and watch Toy Story 2? Will that help you feel better?"

"You know what? I think that will help loads" i smiled down at my beautiful caring boy.

"Y/N....Can I get you a cup of tea or something?" Chris asked breaking the silence. It had been hours since our argument.

"Im good" i mumbled brushing my hand over Masons head, he was currently cuddled up to me fast asleep with his head in my lap.

"I'm gonna take Mason up to bed".

"Let me...."

"I've got him"

"Should you be carrying him right now though...."

"Chris I'm quite capable of carrying my son" I snapped.

"I know" he nodded quickly "I just meant....you've been through a lot, i don't want you hurting yourself".

I rolled my eyes at him before picking Mason up and walking out without a word.

I decided to lay down with Mason so I didn't have to go back out and face Chris, or Scott for that matter. I knew it was kinda childish but I couldn't face it. I didn't feel comfortable being in Chris' home now, maybe it was time for me and Mason to leave.

"Wondered where you had got to" Chris said standing in the doorway of Masons room "started to think maybe you'd left"

"Nope still here" i mumbled.

"Are you coming to bed?"

"I think it's best if I stay in here with Mason tonight...."

"Baby no!" He moaned "please just come out here and talk to me about this? We need to sort this out"

"Let's just leave it for tonight I'm exhausted..."

"Please?"

"Fine" I sighed before carefully climbing out of the bed so I didn't wake Mason.

"Where's Scott?" I asked sitting down on the sofa and pulling the blanket off the back covering my legs.

"Um he left, said we needed some time alone" he said sitting on the coffee table in front of me "y/n I'm so sorry about all this shit, you have every right to doubt me considering what I put you through the first time but I'm not that guy anymore. I love you so much you have to know that? We're building a life together here with our son.... I'd never do anything to loose that again"

"I'm not sure I'm cut out for it Chris"

"For what? Loving me and having a family?"

"No, that's the easy part. It's the shitty headlines I have to keep reading and the rumours of you cheating on me that I can't deal with. I've just had a miscarriage and instead of taking the time I need to get over that I'm dealing with all these headlines about your romantic dates in London! I'm not strong enough to be apart of this life Chris, I keep trying but...."

"Please don't give up on me I'm begging you" he looked at me with tears in his eyes that were so close to falling and my heart broke all over again.

I shook my head wiping tears from my face as I decided I couldn't give up on him. I loved him too much.

But he saw me shaking my head and panicked, I saw the fear on his face as he slipped off the table and fell to his knees in front of me grabbing my hands.

"Baby please don't leave me, I'll do anything....." he looked up me, the tears finally falling.

"I'm not leaving"

"You're not?"

"No"

"You promise?"

"I promise"

Chris sprung up wrapping his arms around me to hold me close, his face buried in my neck as he sobbed.

"Thank you baby, god I love you so much"

"I love you too"

"I'm gonna take a break from working, I just wanna concentrate on you and Mason"

"You don't have to do that...."

"No but i want to. Im in this 100% you and Mason need to come first".

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[levisgirll]

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 (𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

text: hello everyone! first off wanna thank each and every one of you that liked and enjoyed my writings <3 this honestly makes me happy and I’m glad to know that! so I decided to write this out for everyone as I had many ideas about this cute idea! you, y/n is levi ackerman’s first lover! it was stated by hajime isayama (author/illustrator of attack on titan) in a interview that levi has never been in a romantic relationship, but that all changes when he met y/n. It was also stated that when it does come to romance and love, isayama said that he expresses levi as awkwardly/clumsily when it comes to his lover. So find out some cute headcanons about him in his first relationship with Y/N!

synopsis: how’s it like for levi ackerman to be y/n’s boyfriend? and not only that but it’s also levi’s first partner ever, and including you! But you both don’t know that :,) so, what are the things you both would do as newbies in a relationship? (incoming real cute fluff- and levi trying his best to be your best boyfriend.)

fluff, headcanon, aot world ♡ —

To start off, you guys are both confused. Not sure what to do. Levi Ackerman’s first relationship and his first time having a partner actually makes him feel quite nervous as he wants to make sure he comes out as an ideal boyfriend for Y/N. Would definitely also start to overthink a lot at his start of his new relationship.

That’s cause, he wants to show you he is cool and got things under control and also even stronger towards you, he tries his best.

BUT, he doesn't know that it’s also y/n’s first relationship! and when they joined the Levi squad after Eren was taken in by the survey corps. Levi caught their eyes, and their causal interactions, talks and bond started to grow and slowly developing feelings.

Eren would definitely figure out that you had a crush on Levi and he would say in a shocked tone “Seriously...out of all the men. It’s the scary captain you like!”

After you guys got together, he started at first to show you some of his affections which is ruffling your hair, and he would do that whenever he catches you looking down or not smiling. He wants the best for you, and to smile instead. He wants to see that on your face cause it was one of the many things he loved about you. You lowkey liked that everytime he would ruffle your hair and you could feel his soft and gentle fingers on the top of your head, so lovely it makes your heart race.

He would let you call him Levi at first and he would kinda get upset sometimes when you say captain.

Whenever you go outside the walls, he knows you will be on the other side sometimes and not in his zone and that makes him worry like shit. He cant even focus on his mission and would think “Y/N, please dont die. Please.” Begging that you would be safe. When everyone regroups, he would look for you and and in a split second he recognizes you from afar and that makes his whole tense body relax. “Fuck. What took you long?” he would say that and go up to you, “I went to get some water for my horse, are you alright Levi?” He just stood there, studying your eyes which would make you blush and you guys....end up giving butterfly kisses to each other! and that now become your thing. And guess what, he REALLY likes them, it ironically gives him butterflies in his stomach too.

Once you guys part away, he would touch his eyelashes softly just to feel your touch again and sense that are you still by his side. alive. (please give him more hugs)

Whenever you get a cut, even the smallest ones, he would always say and bring his hand out towards you “Come here”. “Levi, dont worry its a small cut!” You shyly say, “I see the injury, so come here.” and he would proceed to treat you so carefully and his full focus and attention while treating you makes your mind race like crazy. His sharp grey eyes on your knee and his finger tips would be cold when he touches your skin and that would make you shiver but you felt his love. And it made you love him again and again.

He would take any opportunity to treat your smallest injuries just as his ‘excuse’ to be really near you. And when he is done, he would look up and glance at your eyes and you guys just sit there looking at each other so loveling. He wants to try kissing you so bad and you can tell by the look of his eyes on how he focus on your pupils as it dilates, and he gets lost in your beautiful eyes. You both were about to kiss until someone calls out your name and that broke your focus and jolted up so quickly, blushing like crazy. He gets also lowkey embarrassed, and both of you get up. “O-Okay, I have to go....thanks Levi.” and he would nod with a slight blush.

Whenever he sees you carrying stuff as he would pass by, he always offers to carry it for you but still takes it away from you either way. 

He notice he is such a gentleman towards you especially and he is actually a loyal and a great man for you (too great).

He knows he stutters a lot whenever he tries to talk to you, so he doesn't trust himself to talk much to you cause he always fucks up, so he would rather listen.  When you guys meet up and talk about your day, Levi ends up being such a good listener and he loves hearing what you always had to say. “Go on, tell me more.”

Later in the relationship, he starts to feel less nervous after having many talks with you during late nights in his office and he open up to you. About his past, his life in the underground and then you later realized he is quite talkative. Would  definitely bitch about you with others and he does that on purpose cause he wants to see you laugh about it, and when you do he feels so great, you boost his ego. 

Once he was with the other soliders to train them combat style training, and he did such an impressive move that you saw from a distance. You would later go up to him and he noticed you, "Wow you're awesome when you did that move!" you would say with such an amazed expression and that actually makes him happy inside but then said “...and when I don't?" This man is always concerned, and he kinda lowkey wants you to complement him more?? Becomes needy about it.

Mentioning that, you guys slowly started to use pet names for each other. He really takes pride to it and feels so lucky to have someone to call him that and not anyone but you saying it to him meant the world for him. but, once you did not say love just once, and he actually went back to his office and really though about it for the rest of the day. He becomes really quiet in the evening and you can’t figure out what it is. So you asked. “Love what’s wrong?”. And there, he started to talk a lot more now. He realized then he can act like a kid sometimes but you found it so cute.

He also memorized and remembers your knocks and footsteps and just calls you in before even addressing anything. He was secretly waiting for you to come and he got the tea ready, and of course the table clean and even the chair extra clean cause he doesn't want any dirt on you. And of course, you are his lover so he wants the best for you.

You and Levi planned to go out to the city to buy some stuff, but he wanted to surprise you and take you to wall sina instead to this small shop to buy you an accessory that you liked. But that failed since it started to rain, “Great, shitty fucking weather.” 

Always touches your cheek tenderly and ask what is wrong when he sees you down. “Love, tell me.” He would keep looking at you and you would suddenly forget what made you upset and start to get timid . “Come on...stop you are making me shy..”. He just loves looking at you especially your eyes. “Y/N”. Suddenly he got all serious, and he gently grabbed your both of your shoulders. “I really…l-like you…” he tried to say all clumsily while leaning close to your face, but you know he is trying his best to show you his affection and love.

Whenever he gives you his back and you would see his neat and clean undercut, you would leave small kisses on it. That’s when you found out thats his soft and sensitive spot and he blushes like crazy, not expecting it but doesn't say anything. Once he was in his office alone, he would cover his face with his left hand and start to nervously say ‘Fuck...why is Y/N so damn cute, I’m gonna lose it.’

Levi loves to tease you sometimes, when they tell Levi to cut it out, but he would turn around and give you a small smirk and...chuckle a bit? You would think, wait actually nevermind let him continue.

Anything, literally anything you ask Levi to do or bring something, he is already up and willing to get it for you. “Hey love, could I please-”. “Here.” He knew what you wanted, a snack, so he just open his drawer and gave you your favorite pack of biscuits. “Have it all.” It was one of his ways to show affection and would actually feel good once you thanked him. Watch him giving you more next time.

Keeps. every. single thing. you give your man. He even has a separate drawer for you and he cherish the things you give him. You are the only one who does that to him and he loved that you were the one.

Outside, in the training area, when no one was looking he would push some of your hair that was hanging on your side behind your one of your ear. And you both would exchange glances, a look which both needed the other and the love was real.

Surprise, but he loves it when you kiss his Adam’s apple and would close his eyes while hugging you tightly.

You are the only one he trusts to have his keys to his office and once when Levi entered his office, he saw y/n laying on the coach, sleeping so quietly it warmed his heart. “Y/N waited for me this whole time?”. He would sit beside y/n and cover them with his jacket. He secretly then takes your hand and kisses it.

Overall, Levi has finally found the one, which is you, y/n. And this man would risk his life just for you. He would love his partner so deeply and wants to always be by your side and make sure that as long as you both had each other, things will be okay, and once everything is over he already thought that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. 

well this was longer than I expected!! I really do hope you all enjoy this and somehow you felt some love and fluff from Levi c: please do leave a like or a reblog if you liked it!