#....i was SO done after that i put my plate in the sink and slammed my door (not my brightest move im sorry)

[talkfastcal]

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[beomiracles]

hi not too sure if u write hybrid so feel free to ignore this if u don’t! but could i request taking care of whiny and desperate cat hybrid taehyun during his heat?

⌞ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 ⌝

DREAM RECALL “I am”, he admits, his voice low and shaky as he inhales against your skin. His almost entirely blacked-out eyes meet yours and in a split second his pupils narrowed down into their usual sharp vertical slits. You gulp, gripping the sheets either side of you as your lips part in bewilderment. His tongue darts out to drag across the bottom row of canines, his attention remaining solely on you as he says; “I need you.” 

wc. 3.2k

pairings cat!hybrid taehyun x fem!reader warnings well um, unprotected sex + creampie, heavy breeding kink, heat-cycles?, marking, brief kissing, vaginal fingering, taehyun wears a collar, switch!taehyun, whiny/desperate taehyun, mentions of ownership.. lmk if I missed something (most definitely did)

#serene adds ✎.. eek this is my very first hybrid fic, apologies of it's ass. hmm might've gotten slightly carried away but I'd say he's pretty desperate n whiny still :3 it might be a little rushed at the end but.. let's rock with it

@thetxtdevil the way I promised to do this over a week (two weeks?) ago. oopsies.

this is not proofread, I gotta get up early tomorrow so we have no time for such trivial matters as proofreading.

With a deflated sigh, you heave the last step of the staircase leading to your small apartment. Throwing a glance toward the heavy bags clutched in your hands, your wallet painfully empty after today’s purchases. — If this doesn’t win him over… 

When your colleagues had described their experience of owning a doberman hybrid, your heart practically melted. Soobin was both kind and handsome, politely thanking you for the meal you’d cooked for him as he offered to help with the dishes. And he was social too, providing you with the companionship you so lacked in your life. In all, Soobin was perfect and suddenly your colleagues' promising words all made sense.  — So naturally, you thought that acquiring one of your own wouldn’t be much different. 

Wrong. 

Since the day he’d first stepped foot inside your home, Taehyun had been nothing but a nuisance, and that was putting it lightly. From tearing your couch cushions apart to leaving heaps of dirty plates in the sink as he struts back to his room, the door slamming shut behind him. Not to mention how near heartless and cold he was. Refusing to even coexist in the same room as you apart from when absolutely necessary. 

But you had tried your hardest to prepare yourself, taking measure of every need he might have. From allergies to sleeping and eating habits, scents he might like or dislike, you’d even stocked up on both movies and books for him to indulge in, none of which he ever did for the record. — In all, you had done everything you could to accommodate your new housemate, and how were you repaid? With nothing but the short glare of his sharp feline eyes as Taehyun’s lips curled into a small scowl. 

At your wits end, you resorted to buying him gifts, spending the little money left from your monthly salary as you brought home new clothes, expensive jewelry, more books and even a brand new phone. — But Taehyun didn’t even raise a brow in the direction of your offerings, and now they all lay discarded in a corner of his room. The heavy ipad in your hands was your last piece of hope, and with a small sigh, you turned the key in the lock, pushing the door to your flat open. 

It’s quiet, eerily so, which isn’t unusual and so you venture forward. Not bothering to announce your arrival back home, because you never got a response back. Instead you head for your room, planning on spending a few more minutes by yourself before attempting what you thought to be your last shot at winning the sour cat over. 

It is therefore with much surprise that you halt in the middle of the hallway, eyes landing on the door leading to your bedroom, ajar. That in itself wasn’t too alarming, you would ever so often forget to close it, and you weren’t exactly worried about Taehyun sneaking inside, for he seemed to have no interest in doing so… Except today he did. 

Rocking back and forth on your heels, you listen to the soft pants carrying out into the air with a confused frown. What on earth was he up to? With a hand on the wood, you push the door open as your lips part, “Taehyun what are..” 

The words get stuck in your throat, suddenly feeling thick and constricted as your gaze trains on the sight of the feline before you. You think he might’ve seen your room once, the day you brought him home and gave a half-assed tour, in which he’d paid your personal space very little mind. — But right now, he was everywhere, the mess he’d left in his wake evident as you eye the open drawers, your clothes scattered across the floor and your desk practically turned upside down. 

A strangled noise coming from the bed averts your attention in its direction. Taehyun is drenched in a sheen layer of sweat, making one of the very few sweaters he’d obliged to wear, cling to his toned chest. His dark hair falls in front of his flushed face and your jaw might as well dislocate as you behold the leather collar you’d bought for him, which he had bluntly refused to even acknowledge, wrapped around his neck. 

Clutched tightly between his fingers is a familiar piece of garment, and as you squint you recognize it as one of your sleep-shirts. Confused, you watch as he brings the fabric to his nose, fervently inhaling your scent with a small groan as his hips twitch. — “Taehyun..?” You speak up, feebly trying to make your presence known. And you do. 

You think he might crack a bone with the speed he snaps his head your way. His eyes seize on you, narrowing at the sight of your figure by the doorframe, and for a moment, you think, almost hope, that he will revert back to his usual self, giving a small grunt as he slips back into his own room. — But he doesn’t, if anything he becomes worse as he tears the shirt in his hands, the cotton ripping under his fingers and you wince at the loss of one of your favorite pieces. 

“Come here”, he practically snarls and you respond by dumbfoundedly blinking back at him, turning your head to see if there was possibly anyone else he might be addressing. With the small roll of his eyes, Taehyun lets out huff as he beckons you over. — “Are you sick?” You hesitantly wonder as you carefully creep forward, baffled by his sudden initiating behavior. The hybrid merely gives a twitch of his jaw as his gaze narrows down on you. 

As soon as you’re within arms reach you feel the steel-like grip of his hand around yours as he yanks you onto your bed. The sudden force takes you by surprise and you let out a startled yelp as you go crashing against the cushion. Within milliseconds does he have you caged against the mattress, knees sinking in place either side of your hips as his arms close you in. “Taehyun what-” But the question is swallowed by the raspy whine coming from his throat as his eyes hurriedly search yours. 

It’s when your gazes meet that you finally notice his pupils, blown wide to the point where they might as well swallow his entire iris, completely lacking their usual vertical slits. Frantically you scavenge your mind for answers as you note his near panting frame, from the flushness of his face and neck, to the copious amount of sweat pooling on his forehead. You’d read about this…somewhere…But your mind remains blank as you squirm beneath him. 

This couldn’t possibly be the same hybrid you’d brought home a few weeks prior, the one who did his utterly best to avoid you, who scrunched his nose in disgust whenever he caught a whiff of your scent. — This wasn’t the Taehyun you knew, and the uncertainty of your current situation terrified you. “I think you’re unwell..” You try and coax him off of you, but it was useless as Taehyun pressed himself near impossibly close, nose nudging the juncture of your neck. 

“I am”, he admits, his voice low and shaky as he inhales against your skin. His almost entirely blacked-out eyes meet yours and in a split second his pupils narrowed down into their usual sharp vertical slits. You gulp, gripping the sheets either side of you as your lips part in bewilderment. His tongue darts out to drag across the bottom row of canines, his attention remaining solely on you as he says; “I need you.” 

Needs…you? You? Had he not had you locked beneath his large frame and on your bed, panting like he’d ran a mile, his statement would’ve been a laughing matter. But there was nothing humorous about the way his expression practically ate you whole as his eyes roamed your mundanely dressed body; from the plain leggings you wore to the far too big t-shirt draped over your chest. 

“You’re sick, Taehyun. We need to-” — “No.” He cuts you off, it’s abrupt and he suddenly sounds stern as he shakes his head. “I know what I need”, he murmurs as he dives for your neck once more, hot tongue darting out to drag across your exposed skin. — With a small shriek your hands fly to his shoulders as you attempt to push him off. But the feline merely groans against you, hips grinding into your own and when the prominent bulge, straining in his sweats, reaches your thigh, you freeze. 

Suddenly, it was as if a lightbulb had been turned on within you and your eyes widened in horror as you realized what was going on. His heat, of course. How careless of you, you should’ve gotten him suppressants, asked him about it in advance. This was all your fault and now…now he was.. — “No!” You exclaim, trashing against him as you try to separate the two of you, earning a displeased whine from the hybrid. 

As a last resort, your fingers clasp around the leather on his neck as you give it a harsh tug. The action sends a shiver through him as Taehyun moans into your neck, though finally tearing himself from you, if only a mere two inches. — “This isn’t..” You begin, biting the inside of your cheek as you release your grip on the collar, “I mean this…This isn’t how it was supposed to go!” 

The crease of his forehead as Taehyun frowns is prominent and he sends a warm puff of air your way as he exhales. Blinking rapidly, you try to come up with a solution for the situation at hand, eyes darting across the room. “There’s a procedure for this and I’m sure it’s written somewhere I just-” 

Oh!

Sharp teeth scraping against your shoulder jolts you from whatever meek thought process you had managed to accumulate. The feline scoffs against you, one of his hands traveling up your loose shirt, causing goosebumps to ripples across your stomach as he groans; “You and your fucking books.” All too familiar with your frantic researching habits, always feeling the need to learn as much as possible, just in case. 

Your face is contorted into a mixture of surprise and pleasure as Taehyun refocuses his attention to your clothed cunt, moving intently as he emits soft moans and whines. “B-But this isn’t how it’s supposed to- H-ah.. to be..” — Not paying your meek protests much mind, your hybrid continues to litter you in reddish marks, undoubtedly ones that would blossom into something far darker when given the time. 

“Been waiting for you to come home for so long”, he sighs as his lips travel up your neck, finally reaching your jaw as he plants soft kisses and licks to the skin there. — “Don’t want to wait any longer”, he whines, hips jerking forward and you gasp, “need you now.” 

He wasn’t thinking straight because of his heat, that had to be it, because in no universe would your Taehyun be acting like this on a normal Thursday afternoon. With that in mind, you try to be a bit more understanding before speaking again. — “I-I’m sorry, I would’ve been home earlier if… If I knew”, you murmur, tentatively reaching your hands up to rest on his shoulders. 

The small action seemed to spur him on even further as he immediately went to tug your leggings down. Alarmed, you seal your legs shut but his desperate fingers are already hooked around the fabric as he pulls it down. — “Taehyun, wait! Isn’t this..Isn’t this all a little too fast?” You shriek, feeling hesitant as his hand wedges itself between your thighs, dangerously close to your already damp panties. 

Subtly shaking his head, the feline bites his bottom lip as he lets his gaze drop to your spread legs, kept apart by him as you squirm. “Smell so good”, he squeaks, nostrils flaring as he inhales, eyes fluttering at the overwhelming sensation. — You bite back a small whimper when he ventures beneath the sticky fabric covering you, fingers immediately swiping across your clit before circling your hole. 

You tried your best not to think about the fact that this was your hybrid, your cat hybrid, the one who seemed to loathe you like you were the deadliest curse to walk the earth. — “S-Soft”, he breathes, almost drawing blood with the way his sharp teeth sank into his lip. It was impossible not to flush at the subtle praise, and you were unable to hide the wanton moan slipping past your guards as he curled a finger inside of you. 

Taehyun’s arm was near trembling as he watched his fingers disappear in your slick and pretty cunt, his jaw slacked as he inhaled your prominent arousal. Your nails dig into his biceps, he felt scorching hot to the touch and you wondered just how long he’d been in here, on your bed, doing god knows what. The thought in itself made you dizzy as you clung into him. 

He looks conflicted as he licks his lips, torn between tasting you and needing to be inside of you. In the end he shoves his soiled fingers in his mouth, a high pitched moan ripping from deep within his throat as he lets his eyes roll back. “More, more, more”, he drawls, hands feverishly tugging at his sweats as he pries them down. 

Given a small moment to catch your breath, the reality of your situation sets in and as his hard cock springs free, slapping uncomfortably against his shirt-covered stomach, your heart drops. Were you really about to do this right now? — Your gaze gets stuck on the obscene amount of precum that leaked from his flushed tip, sliding down the large veins and you swallow. 

He was still your hybrid…and you were still technically his owner…was this really right? — “Fuck, you’re so pretty”, he whines, a large hand fisting himself as he watches your fluttering cunt. Whatever doubt and guilt that lingered in your mind simmered once you felt him align himself, the head of his cock sliding between your folds before nudging your swollen clit and you cry out. 

Suddenly, your eyes meet once more, but this time there’s a quiet question lingering within his. “Please”, he pleads and it catches you off guard, “please, please, wan’ breed you please.” The bluntness of his request makes your jaw drop, but you couldn’t deny the way it made you clench as your hips raise in an attempt to seek him. Timidly, you nod and as if a switch had been flipped within him does Taehyun ease himself inside with one deliberate thrust. 

The stretch of his thick cock makes you wail as your nails scrape across his arms. And despite his soft pleas, the hybrid gives you little time to adjust before relentlessly rutting himself against you, blabbering nonsense into your ear as he does. — Part of you doesn’t register half the things he’s saying, and you’re pretty certain he isn’t either as his lips chase yours. 

He kisses you hungirly, sloppily but with desire; like he’d been longing to do so all his life, like this kiss was the air he breathed. In a way, the kiss made you feel empowered and within seconds you found your hands by the hem of his shirt, tugging it over his head as you do. — It was no secret that the cat hybrid was fit, because when he wasn’t avoiding you, he would spend his time working out, whether that was in his room or the living room. The equipment you’d gifted him were the only ones of your presents that he’d actually used. 

Shamelessly, you let your fingers trail his stomach, the outline of taut muscles, flexing beneath the pads of your fingers as he thrust forward. His pace was jagged, uncalculated and desperate, like that of an overly horny teenage boy who had little clue of what he was doing. — Yet he managed to make you feel absolutely insane. You didn’t know if it was because of the near burning stretch of his cock or his teeth dragging across your sensitive neck. 

Your eyes glue to the leather around his neck, the collar making a small jiggling sound with each move of his and you find yourself completely entranced. It might be why your hand moves on its own, reaching up and clasping around the collar lightly. Taehyun emits a strangled moan as his hips jerks forward uncontrollably. “Hmnpf, more” He gasps and it takes you aback as your gaze flits between his pleading and flushed face to the fingers around his collar. 

Another pull makes him whimper as a pleasant purr builds in his chest, something you’d never heard him do before. And much less had you ever caught a glimpse of his long and soft tail, the very same tail that currently curled around your body as Taehyun hoists you from the mattress. — “Wanna give you kittens, my kittens”, he grunts, hands clawing at every part of your body that he managed to access. 

You knew better than to listen to his words, that it was just his heat controlling the nonsense slipping past his unguarded lips. But the idea still made your heart flutter and you felt yourself clench around his cock, drawing a sharp hiss from him. — His fingers are on your clit, rough and all over the place but the raw and sheer need he emits is more than enough to have you spiraling as you cling to him, legs wrapping around his waists as you feel your climax pulsate through you with a loud cry. 

Taehyun continues to rut against you despite your wails of overstimulation, his hips jerking into you with such vigor that you thought you might break in half. His whines are near ear piercing as they ring out in the hot air of your bedroom, teeth threatening to break skin as he anchors himself on your neck. 

When he releases inside of you, it’s with a drawn out mewl, rocking himself close to you as he sloppily continues to fuck his cum back inside, ensuring that you have his kittens. “So pretty with my kittens”, he hums, his voice is near drowsy as his trembling arms give out. — With a low grunt he pulls you against him, flopping down on the mattress, his cock still nestled deep inside your sensitive cunt and you shift uncomfortably, the small movement immediately met by an irritated whine as Taehyun’s tail curls around you.  

“Stay”, is all he says, strong arms wrapping across your body as he locks you in place. The feeling is surprisingly comforting and you find yourself relaxing in his embrace. A small part of you wishes to stay like this forever worried that he might revert back to his old self as soon as this heat passes. 

But as you wake the next morning you find that Taehyun is more than ready to show his need for you once again, and the day after that. 

And the collar stayed on.

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[paulyenvol6]

Bound by Flame (Chapter 5)

Contains: dominant and manipulative Daemon, captivity

Wordcount: ~2.65k

Masterlist of this story

When her eyes snapped open the next morning there was a moment of confusion.

For a brief second Maera didn't know where she was and what had happened but then everything came back to her and the girl would've preferred to stay in the dark about the day before.

It wasn't a nightmare after all. It was her reality from now on and Maera wished she could suffocate herself with her pillow. Although she had slept for many hours she still felt tired and exhausted and so she didn't even think about getting up.

Soon Daemon woke up and stretched his limbs while yawning loudly. Then he drew his attention to his wife and looked into her cold and sad eyes.

"Good morrow. I think something to eat would be appropriate now, right?"

He didn't receive an answer which Daemon noted but he didn't come at her for it. The rogue prince climbed off the bed and got dressed in new robes while Maera found a gown on one of the shelfs. Someone must have brought it to the room while she had slept, a thought that scared even though she thought that the most dangerous person at Dragonstone was probably already sharing her bed.

She glanced over her shoulder, not sure whether she would be granted the chance to dress herself in peace but Daemon didn't give the impression that he would leave her alone any time soon. With shaking hands she pulled the dress over her naked body. It was a simple plain day dress. Nothing too special or glamorous but she didn't mind at all.

Once she was done and turned around she saw that Daemon's eyes had been fixed on her and a cold shiver ran down her spine. Her uncle suddenly took her hand and pulled her with him towards the door.

The breakfast was a quick affair with Maera sitting next to Daemon, her head lowered while chewing on a slice of bread. A friend of her uncle, Ser Ryden, a gold cloak, was seated next to Daemon and fortunately the two of the chatted the whole time so Maera could zone out and sink into sadness again. She had glanced in the mirror before and had noticed deep shadows under her eyes and truthfully she felt exactly like that.

The bread in her mouth was hard and tasted like nothing but Maera wasn't sure if it was actually that horrible or if she merely couldn't enjoy anything on this terrible morning. She sat in silence, had her eyes focused on her plate in front of her and then she was brought back to the present moment when Daemon rested his gaze on her.

"Maera.", he spoke, knowing well that she hadn't followed the friends' previous conversation and she slightly turned to him.

"What?", she hissed, not able to hide her dissatisfaction. He ignored it though.

"Ryden and I are gonna go hunting. We'll be back in the noon and then we can eat together. In the meantime you can go to the library or to the stables or in the gardens. Whatever you'd like to do."

She pushed her chin forward and sulked at him.

"Don't act like I have a choice."

He scoffed and put a hand on her shoulder. "Here at Dragonstone you can do as you like."

Maera turned her attention to the bread in front of her so Daemon let go of her. But instead of leaving, as she had expected him to, he cleared his throat.

"Ryden, leave us please. I'll meet you in front of the castle."

When the sound of the door slamming shut filled the room Daemon observed his niece who had sunken down in her chair and lifted her chin with his finger.

"I think I'll have to make a few things clear, little one.", he started with a low but sharp voice.

"You will stop this sulking now. I'm your husband and though you don't like this union, it is your duty to not only provide me an heir but also to follow my commands and be respectful towards me, does that silly mind of yours understand that? I don't wish to see this stubbornness, this pout on your lips and you refusing everything I tell you to do."

Daemon leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs.

"Furthermore… Now that we are already speaking about it, you are not to talk to any male servants or knights, Maera. You are not to go anywhere without asking me for my permission. You will not do anything that I haven't allowed you to do, is that clear?"

She nodded. Not because she was in agreement with Daemon's words but because she couldn't bare another of his lectures. That seemed to be all that he wanted though because he got off his chair.

"I'll be back soon. I've commanded a servant to prepare a bath for you by the way."

Maera didn't even twitch nor did her eyes follow him as Daemon left the room and even once he was gone, the girl spent another 10 minutes sitting in silence.

Outside it had started to rain and so the only sound was the raindrops slamming against the window. For some reason it gave her a little comfort. She almost felt as if the gods weren't indifferent to what had happened. They hadn't been able to stop Daemon from committing these crimes but perhaps they were weeping for her at least? Giving her the least amount of courtesy by pitying her?

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Two hours later the rain had stopped so Maera decided to go outside.

The past hours had been painful and long. She had spent half of it in the library and despite being a passionate reader at that moment she couldn't concentrate on the letters in front of her words and wasn't able to enter that alternative world her book described.

So afterwards she had strolled around the castle but that turned out to be boring as well. All she knew was that she wouldn't take that bath her uncle had suggested because Maera was determined not to do anything that came from his mind.

And then when the sky finally cleared at last and little sun rays peaked from behind the clouds, Maera left the castle and started by circling the masonry. The grass was still wet, she could smell the scent of rain and musk and it was as though the rain had washed away the grime of the world, leaving the place pure and innocent and in its natural essence.

It was refreshing and Maera greedily inhaled the cold air. Being out here was definitely more exciting and healthy for her boiling head than the heaviness of the castle ceilings and soon the girl felt a little more like a human being again. To her misfortune the peace outside the castle walls additionally seemed to force her thoughts to drift to her current situation and Maera couldn't stop her head from thinking about what would happen now.

Her chest tightened because when she looked ahead into her future all she could see was the devil that was Daemon. She was his wife by law and there was nothing she could do about it. If her life wasn't so dear to her she would simply drown herself in the sea. But Maera would fight. She would fight for her freedom and her dignity, though she didn't know how to do that at this moment. On this island Daemon would control her every steps and she was clearly physically inferior to him. Maybe they would some day visit the capital and Maera would then be able to escape from him…?

But who knew what her uncle had in mind and what if he would never let her leave Dragonstone again? But if she could some day get to King's Landing, perhaps her father's guards would protect her from him and fight Daemon when he would intend to take her back to Dragonstone.

Her father… she hadn't even had much time to think about him. Maera asked herself what he was doing right now and how he had reacted when he had found out. She just hoped if he knew about their marriage (which most likely was the case), he didn't assume that she did it willingly. She could only hope that her father had enough trust in her to know that Maera would've never disobeyed her father's wish to marry her to Ser Brandeth and ran off with her uncle.

Thinking of Viserys brought tears to Maera's eyes and she wished for nothing more than his presence. He would be able to handle it, seven hells. He would take her in his arms, embrace her with his warmth and shout at Daemon for what he had done. But would he be able to annul this marriage? That Maera didn't know but she knew that either way, her father would find a way. She wasn't blind to his slight mistrust towards his brother and found that the king most likely wasn't a great supporter of this match in any case.

Even if Daemon hadn't taken her against her will but it had been her wish to wed him, her father would've probably forbidden it. Maera missed him terribly at this moment. And also Aegon and Julvra and even the familiar lords of the small council that often dined with their family. What would she give for any of those people to be here right now…

She felt a breeze on her skin and the salitness of the air on her tongue. Though the rain had stopped the weather was still stirred up as if the trouble had come to an end but it was clear that an even bigger storm would follow. More and more distance grew between the girl and the castle and then Maera was by the beach and she heard the waves crashing down and against the mossy rocks and cliffs that diffused a mouldy smell.

There was a boat dangling by the beach and for a few minutes Maera didn't even really notice its existence until it hit her like a stroke.

A boat.

Gods be damned, how was it possible that she had been staring at it for the last 5 minutes and not realize what she could use it for?

A boat.

A way of fleeing from this place.

Maera hasted to the wooden boat and didn't care about her shoes and feet getting wet as she was wading through the shallow water.

She heard her own heartbeat in her ears and felt so nervous while the boat came closer to her. She could almost touch it now.

But then suddenly she heard a sound behind her and stumbled around. Her heart sank into her legs and the shock made her freeze in her motion.

Daemon, like the devil himself, had approached her on his horse and now that he was in front of her he climbed off it and his face had never looked colder and angrier, a fact that frightened Maera of what was going to happen now.

"You little – "

He swifly walked towards her and then roughly grabbed her upper arm with his iron grip. Maera cried out in pain but knew that every chance of fleeing had just vanished. Daemon dragged his niece with him while cursing sharply.

"Stupid little slut. You think you can escape from me? You can't and you won't. When I came back I saw that you were gone and the servants told me that you had gone on a walk. So I rode out to find you and what awaits me?" He chuckled.

"You trying to flee from me with a fucking boat. From me, your husband. Did I give you any kind of permission? Something I forgot about?"

They were standing in front of his horse now and with one movement Daemon heaved her up so she was sitting on the horse. She tried to squirm from his grip but he quickly mounted the horse as well so he was seated behind his niece and wrapped an arm around her center. While guiding his horse back to the castle Daemon suddenly yanked her hair back, a motion that made his niece whince in pain.

"I think you've not yet understood how this is gonna work, Maera. How dare you trying to leave Dragonstone in secret? Are you so eager to anger me?"

Her eyes flashed and she was still determined not to show any signs of weaknes or regret so the girl continued to hold her chin high while shifting in the saddle in order to get away from his hands.

"Maera!", he hissed and delivered a soft smack to her cheek.

"Fuck you.", she grunted which earned her another slap, a little more forceful than the last one.

That was enough to make her sob and she restlessly squirmed and tried to push him away.

"Do you think this makes me happy, mhm? Having to punish you all the time in order to tame you?", Daemon growled in her ear. "How am I supposed to protect you if you flee from me? How am I supposed to take care of you if you don't fucking trust me?"

They were back at the castle now and Daemon swiftly jumped off his horse and was fast to roughly pull his niece to the ground as well. He was still furious, his eyes glaring at her while he once again dragged her with him inside the castle walls.

"You're leaving me no choice, sweet niece.", he whispered to her while pulling the sobbing girl through the corridors. "If you can't be obedient I have to punish you and make you obedient."

There were in front of their chambers now and Daemon pushed the door open. He shoved his niece inside and towards one of the chairs which made her stumble and she almost fell to the ground. She could barely take hold of the backrest of one of the chairs which stopped her from falling. Maera had no choice but to sit down and look up to her uncle who towered over her. His hand wrapped around her chin which forced her glossy eyes to stay on him as he grinded his teeth.

"Did you really think you'd be able to outsmart me?", her uncle hissed. "Did you really think I'd just let you get away? It won't save you, little pet. Nothing will. You belong by my side and you should better start accepting it."

His hand tightened. "You're mine. You've always been mine, but now nothing will stop me from claiming what's mine because you're my wife."

He finally let go of her and dropped her head almost as if he was disgusted by her. Daemon then slowly walked back and forth in the room without taking his eyes off her.

"Perhaps I've been too hasty and thought I could trust you too early. Right now you're a little beast that refuses to be tamed. But I will succeed, I'm certain. No matter what it takes, I'm sure I'll have my good little kitten soon."

He then stopped and sighed at her. "You will regret this, sweetling. Because I find that I have no other option than to lock you into our chambers."

Maera's face slumped in despair and she begged him with her eyes.

"Please no, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to – "

"Spare me, little girl. This is your punishment. I hope you will learn from it. Do something like this again and the it will only get worse for you."

She wanted to intervene, say something else to convince him not to force her to stay in their chambers but Daemon didn't pay any further attention to her.

He just walked to the door and before Maera was able to run and follow him, it had closed and she heard a key turn in the locket.

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The Almost Breakup

note: short but i'm happy with it

also gonna get back into this story soon also if you have thoughts on this au (or any of my aus) please share i love hearing them <3

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y/nupdates: Y/n and Isla (Y/n's boyfriend's daughter) out together going out to dinner and seeming very close, and no Eddie in sight

y/nupdates: Y/n and Isla (Y/n's boyfriend's daughter) out together going out to dinner and seeming very close, and no Eddie in sight

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emails.tour.11: her and isla bonding is so cute

icarly_: Isla is so pretty

Metalhead_: she's such a slut

13taytay: JOJO!! HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING?!?!

im.a.mirrorball: in her step-mom era

y/nismyqueen: where are y/n's shoes from?? very very important!

for_our_moony: prada i think, but steve madden makes a more affordable

CorrodedCoffinStan: he is to old for her, and now making her act like a mom to his daughter. disgusting.

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y/nupdates: Y/n was out with her new boyfriend, Eddie Munson's son. They went out to lunch together, and this is the first time we've seen them together.

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dog.loverrr: only 5 years between her and her boyfriends son..

princess.y/n: love seeing her with Leo not just isla

anna.frozen_: my worlds colliding

munson_86: fr been an Eddie fan for years and a Y/n fan since girl meets world

y/nswifey: forever in love with Leo Munson

philly_eagles.fan: i think they should date instead of her and his dad, the age gap is gross

-

Eddie and Y/n have been together for 6 months now, about the time Eddie’s relationships would end, without the women ever meeting his kids and never any ‘I love you’s. But everything was going well, and though Y/n had met Isla when she met Eddie they had gotten really close, and she had now met Leo and despite all expectations that went well. Y/n and Leo had become friends of sorts. But no matter how happy he was, how happy she made him, Eddie started pulling away. He couldn’t help it. He loved her, yes. Not that he’d told her yet. He loved his kids first, and he has to put them first, always will. 

Y/n was now on the international leg of her tour, and they haven’t talked in a while, always seeming to miss each other. This was giving Eddie the space he needs to think about their relationship. Not without zero help from his kids. 

“Is Y/n going to come here after her shows in Europe are over?” Isla asked, pushing her vegetables across her plate with her fork, then picking up her knife to saw the broccoli in two.

“Um- I’m not sure, kid.” The man mumbles, hoping Isla will move on after not getting an answer.

“Why not?”

“Isla-”

“Can you ask-”

“Isla! Finish your dinner, or if you're done take your plate to the kitchen.” Sighing, Isla got up grabbing her plate to the kitchen and stomping upstairs to her room. After hearing the slamming the teens door, Eddie gets up to start loading the dishwasher. Leo, who was over for dinner, like he often did, walked over to his dad, placing his plate next to the sink. Then rounding the island, to sit at a bar stool. 

“So.. What’s with your attitude?” This causes Eddie to look up from his task, giving his son a look that could kill.

“Leo, we're not talking about this.”

“No. We have to. I don’t know what’s wrong with you. You get so sensitive everytime we mention Y/n lately. Are you not talking? Please don’t break up with this one, I actually like her.”

“Leo. I ca-”

“No. You love her! And I guess that scares you, because every relationship you’ve had since mom has had this 6 month timer and that timer has gone off, and you're not ready. Or it scares you that she’s so close to us. And that if you ever break up Isla would be heartbroken.” 

Eddie takes a moment, thinking over what Leo has said, and scarily accurate it is, and since when was Leo that smart?

“Leo?... Could you stay here with Isla for a few days?”

“Yeah.” Leo says, a wide grin spreading across his face.

-

Here Y/n was sitting in her hotel in Paris, staring at her phone, looking at a voicemail Eddie had left. It’s time. He’s going to break up with her; she just knows it. Her and Leo went out a couple weeks ago and he had let slip of Eddie’s 6 month timer on relationships, of course that was followed with Leo’s reassurance that he could feel she was different. But that didn’t cure her anxiety. 

Because since she left for tour, they haven’t talked, like Eddie has been avoiding her. She had written a break-up song about him for fucks sake, they’re not even broken up yet. But now he was going to break up with her, over a voicemail at that. 

Ripping the band-aid off, Y/n finally presses play on the voicemail.

“Hey, Y/n-” God her first name, it’s really happening “-um, I have a lot of this to say, but I can’t say it over the phone. So I’ll talk to you later. I care about you. I know it hasn’t felt like it, and that’s part of what I need to talk about. I just need you to remember that. I care about you. Okay. Bye.”

At least he was planning on letting her down easy. Guess that’s a plus. Pouring herself a glass of wine from the overpriced display hotels have, Y/n sits down at the dining table, staring at the abstract painting across from her. After what felt like an hour of staring, which in actuality it was 10 minutes, the young woman hears the click of the hotel door. It startles her back into a conscious state, wondering why her assistant Andrea, the only other person with a key card, was entering her room at this hour.

“Andrea?” Turning the corner, Y/n comes face to face with the older, taller man. “Eds… Wha- what are you doing here?”

“Did you not get my voicemail?” He asks, as if that voicemail held any answers. 

“Yeah, but.. It was pretty vague.” Her reply caused Eddie to smile.

“Yeah, sorry about that, I was in a rush. Packing, getting the jet ready.” Silence came over the two. Awkward silence. The couple had never been in awkward silence for the entirety of their relationship, always talking, never a pause in their banter. They had comfortable silence at night, staring into each other's eyes. But never was it awkward between them.

“You’ve been avoiding my calls.”

“I’ve been avoiding your calls.” The two spoke at the same time, before Eddie continues, “I’m sorry. It’s just- Ever since my relationship with my ex-wife, my relationships have had this 6 month lifespan. And when they get close to 6 months I get ready to end things.” Here it comes the ‘it’s not you, it’s me and my commitment issues’ “But that didn’t happen with you.” Oh. “With you, you met Isla and Leo no woman I’ve been with has gotten there, and they like you! And that’s fucking scarry. So the thought of us ever breaking up and what that would do to Isla.. It killed me, so I wanted to get ahead of it, y’know break up with you before she got even more attached, but I couldn’t so I just avoided you. Which was the wrong choice because that just caused you and me more pain. So.. I came here to tell you that.. I love you. And you don’t have to say it back, but I need you to know that I’m in, and this relationship it’s not just you and me anymore, my kids are in this. And I have to think about them and I need to know that you will also think about them.”

Throughout that long winded explanation, all Y/n could think about is that Eddie is not breaking up with her, and that he loves her. He, Eddie Munson, playboy, rock legend loved her.

“Eds, I love you too.” After she said the three little magic words, Eddie leaps towards her, his lips smashing against hers. Their lips moving in sync, Eddie’s tongue tempting her lips to widen, to allow his tongue and hers to fight for dominance. Y/n’s lips grant Eddie’s tongue entrance while Eddie has her distracted by his tongue, his hands slip downwards to her thighs gripping them for support to lift the woman onto the dining table, leaning her back and lifting his lips from hers to be able to talk once again. The disconnection of their lips leave the couple breathless, panting, and staring into eachothers eyes. 

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

-

The couple wake up the next morning, sunlight seeping through the sheer curtains, legs tangled together, Y/n moving to put her cold feet on Eddie’s legs to warm them.

“Ah! Get your feet off me. They’re cold.” Eddie mumbles into his hair, before turning his body to face Y/n, he was the little spoon last night.

“I know! That’s why I want you to warm them.” The short woman says in a ‘duh’ tone. Wiggling her feet between his calves, Eddie grabs her ankles, moving onto his back and pulling her to straddle him. Her bare core, resting on his v-line, as the two were still naked from last night's activities. 

“Hi.”

“Hi, darling.”

“Good morning.”

“Good morning.” The older man brings his hand to his girl's jaw, his thumb rubbing back and forth on her cheek. 

“I love you.” This causes Eddie to let out a deep chuckle, as the two have said this about 30 times since he first did last night.

“I love you too.”

“So.. Now that we’re in love or whatever.” “‘Whatever’” “I want you to meet my parents… In a couple months when I get a break from tour. What do you think about that?” Y/n was worried about asking Eddie this, it felt so juvenile, but Eddie has never once made her feel bad about their age gap, one of the many things she loved about him.

“I would love to. And in the summer, I would really love you coming with me and the kids to Hawkins, meet my uncle and my hometown friends?”

“I would love to meet the man that raised my amazing man. I’ll have to thank him y’know. A lot.”

“Of course, he did a great job.”

“Oh shut up. I also really want to meet your friends. What are they like?”

“Well theirs the Hellfire boys, Dustin, Lucas, Mike and Will. They’re a couple years younger than me, all married, all have kids. Mike and Will are married, they adopted a few. Then there’s Steve. He has a kid Leo’s age.. Then Robin, she got married to this girl from high school, Vicky, me and Steve totally got them together but she won’t admit it. They’re all great, and I can’t wait for you to meet them.” 

-

“I want to go to.. Italy. Have you been?”

“Yeah, it’s beautiful.”

“I’ve always wanted to go.”

“I’ll take you.”

The two have been laying on their backs staring at the ceiling, talking all about the places they’ve been and want to go. The couple haven't left the bed all day, just to go to the bathroom, and Eddie once to grab them food, all while still naked, just how they liked it. 

“I wrote a breakup song about you.. Before everything, when I thought we were going to break up.” She added the last part quickly after her pause.

“Anything bad about me?” Eddie asks, clearly making a joke out of it, something Y/n was thankful for, he could always tell when she needed him to be serious and when she needed him to be jokey, another thing she loved about him.

“No, of course not. Just about how it would be super hard for me if we did break up.”

“Then good thing we didn’t.” He says, pressing his lips gently against hers.

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hostile

pairing: Mason Mount x Reader

TW: cursing // asshole!mason // another warning but i cant think of the word rn

A/N: i’ve been obsessed with angst lately, so here’s this 😀

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You sat in the living room of the home you shared with Mason, your boyfriend of 4 years. You were awaiting his arrival, since he’d been at training all day long. Both of you had been rather busy lately, leaving you both little to no time to enjoy each other’s company & presence, so you took it upon yourself to plan out a little movie night for the pair of you.

You had gone to the market earlier in the day to buy some snacks for your movie night, as well as some wine and some ingredients to make Mason’s favorite dinner.

You had prepared some pasta for the both of you, leaving it in the microwave until he arrived. In the meantime, you decided to watch some tv, putting on some F1 highlights reel. Moments later, the front door opened, and you heard the door slam shut, causing you to jump at the sound.

“Hi, my love” You said as you lifted yourself off the couch and made your way towards your boyfriend with your arms wide open to give him a hug after having not seen him since the night prior, though it was only for a few minutes. His body physically tensed as you pulled him into your embrace, with him also turning his head so you kissed his cheek instead of his lips. You could sense that something was wrong.

“Is everything alright, Mase?” You tried to hold his hand, but he quickly moved it and brushed past you and down the hall to your shared bedroom.

All you could think was if you had done something to upset him throughout the day? You hadn’t really spoken to Mason at all today, so you couldn’t think of a reason as to why he was being so standoff-ish towards you.

You decided to not follow him and began plating both your & his dinner. Once both meals were plated and displayed on your dining table, you gave your bedroom door a soft knock.

“Mase? Uhm, dinner’s ready if you want to eat” You sounded awkward as you stood outside the door to your own bedroom before turning to walk back to the dining room.

5 minutes later, Mason came out of your bedroom and sat down in front of you. You looked up at him for a moment, noticing how he had already changed into his pajamas.

“How was training?” You asked as he silently poked at his food before turning his gaze to you.

“It was fine” He mumbled quietly, yet loud enough that you could hear and slightly understand what he had said. He sounded like he wasn’t interested in having a conversation, so you respected it and stayed quiet for the rest of your meal.

After dinner, you brought your plate to the sink to wash it. Mason walked behind you and threw his plate in the sink, causing you to jump and turn to him.

“I’m sorry, but what the hell is wrong with you today?” You snapped at him, causing Mason to stop walking and turn to face you.

“What are you on about now, Y/n?” He sighed dramatically as he leaned on the refrigerator. You stared at him in disbelief.

“You came home in a pissy mood, and now you’re taking it out on me, and for what reason? I didn’t do anything to you, at least I don’t think I did. On the off-chance that I did indeed do something, then I’m sorry Mason, but you have to tell me-”

“Oh my god, it’s not about you, Y/n. For fucks sake, not everything is” Mason’s hands covered his face as he groaned in annoyance.

“Then could you please tell me what’s going on?” You folded your arms across your chest as you leaned against the sink, waiting to hear whatever he had to say.

“I’m just stressed out because of my stupid fucking contract and now I have a fucking reoccurring injury that makes it very difficult to get back to playing on the pitch with the squad”

“Mase, I get that it’s stressful but-” He cut you off.

“No you don’t, Y/n! You don’t understand how stressful this is for me. You’re at home taking phone calls & doing Zoom meetings while I’m out making the money so we can have this” He shouted as he gestured to everything around him. Tears began to form in your eyes as he shouted at you.

You’d always been a sensitive person, crying whenever someone had raised their voice or gave you any sort of criticism. Mason was very aware of this, and always chose to peacefully talk through things rather than get into a screaming match, but today was different.

“You know what, I get it, Mason. I understand that I don’t make nearly as much money as you do. I understand that I have the luxury of working from home while your job requires you to do physical activity, but you signed up for that job. For you to even insinuate that I don’t do shit for us is entirely disrespectful of you. I work hard, Mason, I really do. You don’t ever see that because, as a result of your chosen line of work, you’re barely ever here to acknowledge it. You can be stressed out with work all you want, but that doesn’t mean you have any right to take your frustrations out on me. Hell, I’m stressed too, but you don’t see me shouting at you & dumping all of my anger onto you like a punching bag. I even went out of my way to plan a little date for us tonight, despite being completely stressed out, but honestly, I don’t even want to be near you right now. You’ve done nothing but be a royal asshole to me since you got home, and I think I deserve better than that” You had a few tears streaming down your face as you spoke. Mason stared at you in shock as you turned the running water off and pushed past him to your bedroom.

You locked the door and immediately grabbed your suitcase, packing items you would need for a few days. You heard the front door slam shut, meaning Mason had just left. You grabbed your belongings, locked the front door and left.

You decided to drive to your parent’s house, which was about 45 minutes away. The drive was filled with silent sobs and tears slowly trickling down your face.

Upon your arrival at your parent’s house, you explained what had happened between you & Mason to your mother and she let you cry on her shoulder.

“Sweet girl” She hugged you tightly as you let the tears fall freely onto her shirt, holding her as close as possible.

“Men can be complete idiots sometimes. I’m sure he’s just under a lot of pressure right now and he accidentally took it out on you. I know you mean well, honey, but maybe he just needs some space & time to himself. Do you know how many times arguments like this happened between your father & I? He’ll come crawling back to you once he realizes how stupid he was” She reassured you as she squeezed you briefly before helping you take your belongings to the guest bedroom.

She left the room shortly after, allowing you to properly settle in. You took your charger out of your bag & plugged it into the outlet before taking your phone out of your pocket and plugging it in.

When your phone had adjusted to the new lighting in the room as opposed to the darkness of your pocket, the screen lit up, revealing a plethora of notifications.

You had 8 missed calls and 37 unread text messages from Mason. You decided to turn your phone off for the remainder of your stay at your parent’s residence.

As much as you loved Mason, he was the last person you wanted to see or talk to right now. His words hurt you, and you wouldn’t be quick to accept his apology.

~~~~~~~~~~

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I had a thought the other day. So you reckon sometimes, just maybe, Minimus would just ride the Magnus armour?

Like, imagine him after a tiring day of paperwork, fixing Rodimus's reports, detaining Whirl, -the usual-, He slowly makes the walk from his office to his habsuite, feet aching from walking around the ship with his armor removed. And as he sits at the edge of his berth (i firmly believe he does 'breathing exercises' before recharging), he looks up at the crotch plate of the armor and an idea comes to mind. (I know realistically the Magnus armor wouldn't have a spike, but we can dream, and we can draw)

Next thing you know, he's feverishly hopping up and down on that Magnus-mega-cock. Oh~! Imagine the stretch~! Imagine his throbbing anterior node~ (Wouldn't it be funny if he manages to get a piston motor installed, so essentially, the spike does all the work and Minimus just has to hold on for dear life)

(staying anonymous because i have a teensy bit of dignity left)

Anon, you've stumbled across one of my favorite things to think about

Of course, he'd have that moment of thinking, Am I really going to do this? as he stares at the armor's modesty plate. Imagining the armor's spike filling him, his panel opens and his array starts dripping, valve cycling down on nothing (for now)

Still pretending it's just morbid curiosity as he commands the armor's spike to extend. Pulling it out and running a hand over the biolights. Maybe he puts his arm up next to it, sees that the spike is bigger than his entire forearm. It just makes him wetter

That final I can stop moment shatters as he slides the spikehead against his dripping slit. His spike is out, he'll need the space, and his anterior node pulses from how charged this has him. Maybe he gives it a mean little pinch to get the lubricant flowing more, slicking up the spike with his own fluids

He's never done something so gauche as fisting himself, but when the spikehead sinks past the first calipers, he imagines that this must be what it feel like. Slowly, steadily, he makes his way down the spike, valve walls yielding to its massive girth

Maybe he's made such a mess by now that his legs slip and he drops a couple inches down on the spike faster than he meant to... Surprised with himself that he doesn't overload on the spot as it slams into his internal nodes

When he's finally sat down completely, do you think his abdominal plating bulges from it? Every caliper cycled out to the max, array so charged he's already trembling on the edge of overload

It would be hot if the spike was so big he couldn't even ride it properly, he has to grab the Magnus armor and pull himself up because his thighs don't have the strength to lift him

Maybe he can't move at all and just has to sit on the spike and grind it into his internal nodes until he overloads... He would feel so depraved, thighs covered in his own fluids, fucking himself with what he thinks of as his own spike...

[the-wayside]

Because there is wine, there is the last snip. This is comes after the last part, but not directly. Kinn in this isn't honorable. He wants what he wants and he will do whatever he can to get it. There be ~feelings.

the memories of you, excerpt 3.

Previous parts.

One of the more inane tasks of the day is to be present over Kinn and Tawan’s dinner date. Porsche had tried to put someone else on it since it was inside the compound and the risk was low, but Pete had given him a ‘tough luck, buddy’ pat on the shoulder. So, he’s here, with Arm, the pair of them trying not to drill holes into their eye sockets over the boring childhood memories talk.

“What was Kinn like when he was younger?” Tawan asks Porsche out of nowhere and he’s sure his left eye is twitching. He’s stood with his back against the wall, his eyes on Kinn at the head of the table and Tawan to his right and in Porsche’s direct line of sight. He flicks his eyes up to the door behind them, silently praying for someone, anyone, at this point, to come in and save him from this melodrama. Still, he looks at Kinn, and he’s silently listening, his gaze trained on the plate but he knows when he’s eavesdropping. He’s about as subtle as his oldest brother, which is not at all.

“Short,” is what he says and Kinn looks up at him and Porsche rolls his eyes. “Look, my job is Khun Kinn’s safety. I didn't spend any more time with him than his other teachers who probably know him better than me.”

It’s true and not true. Kinn spent a lot of time on his studies, improving himself and becoming the man who can carry the weight of his father’s expectations, but with his tender heart, he needed that beaten out of him the most. Porsche had slammed him into the mats more than anyone else. Punished him more than anyone else. Refused to let Kinn become a princeling who looked the part but would die the moment he was on his own. Porsche made sure that Kinn would live, even if Porsche died.

Tawan gives him an inscrutable look. Porsche now knows he’s thirty-three, as old as Porsche was when things fell apart. He really should know better than to keep pushing on something that is either none of his business or he won’t like the outcome. He’s also now certain that Tawan knows that something happened between them and he’s fishing.

“Kinn isn’t the same little kid I met almost fifteen years ago,” Porsche continues, “You want to know what hasn’t changed? He’s tenacious, dedicated, and loyal.”

Porsche catches as Kinn swallows. Clearly, Porsche’s words are unexpected for him. For everything that has happened, Porsche won’t let anyone say that Kinn is anything less than what he is, which is a good person, even if he is a brat. He bows his head to Kinn and excuses himself because he isn’t here for getting into Kinn’s relationship drama.

He gets about three feet out of the door when Kinn calls from behind him, the door slamming shut, “Porsche.”

“I don’t know what your boyfriend’s problem is, but I’m trying to work.”

Kinn stands with his arms loose at his sides, almost a little lost to talk to Porsche, but it doesn’t stop Porsche going off: “Whatever his insecurity is, you need to deal with it, okay? Relationship 101.”

“You’re going to educate me on relationships?” Kinn bounces back, suddenly with something to sink his teeth into, “When the longest relationship you’ve had is with your right hand or my little black book?”

Porsche puts his hands on his hips and scoffs, “And that’s your issue, right there. Always with an answer and an attitude. Grow up, Kinn.”

“Better to confront it than to run like a coward,” Kinn says calmly and Porsche feels it like a stab.

He can’t help but walk back and get into Kinn’s face, “You don’t own me. If I say it’s done, it’s done. If I say it’s over, it’s over. Go back to your boyfriend.”

Kinn’s eyes flicker down to his lips as he speaks, “Because you’re the boss?”

The tension is palpable between them, thick and dense enough to cut your teeth on it.

“Because what we did was wrong,” Porsche sighs and steps back. “You refuse to see it, that’s fine, but I’m not going to be a part of it.”

“I lo—” Kinn starts and Porsche covers his mouth with his hand.

“You were twenty-three and I knew better,” Porsche corrects him. Kinn’s big hand wraps around Porsche’s wrist and pulls it down.

“Stop pretending like I’m some fragile child who lived a fairy tale existence. I killed a man when I was 16. My father didn’t clean up the body. You did.”

“And that’s how it should have stayed.”

Kinn lets out a breath, “No.”

Porsche shakes his head and Kinn doubles down on his wrist, holding it so tightly it hurts, his voice even and sure, “Maybe it was broken, maybe it would have failed, but we deserved a chance.”

Porsche tries to get out of Kinn’s grasp without hurting him, a bit of pressure in the right spot and he’ll let go, but Porsche doesn’t want to hurt him. He never wants to hurt Kinn. He pulls away as much as he can.

“You think that I wanted a body? A warm hole to fuck?” Kinn speaks in a low tone and Porsche feels it in his gut, low in his belly, making him squirm, “You can find those a dime a dozen. I wanted the person who saw me; too skinny, too kind, too merciful, and didn’t care. That was you. And the bit you hate, the reason why you pushed me away is because I saw you. I saw how you wanted to be loved, how lonely you were even in a room full of people who looked up to you. Your eyes are always scanning, always looking, but when I—”

Kinn yanks him back in, “When I was inside you, you closed your eyes. You trusted me when you trust no one. You trusted me because I’ve always been by your side.”

“Maybe I can’t make him happy,” Kinn laughs bitterly, “but I know I can make you happy.”

Porsche is shoved back and he stumbles as Kinn turns on his heel to go back into the dining room.

“Cowards don’t get happy endings in fairy tales, Porsche. The brave do. Maybe it’s you who needs to grow up.”

Kinn leaves him there, scraped out and raw, and unable to put back together the edges he just ripped. Porsche puts out a palm against the wall and silently screams and kicks the wall.

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No, you don't

Part five of: No, you don't

Summary: The rebels decide whether not to prosecute you or not after Poe turned you in. Later you take a trip back to Jakku with Poe. This is a enemies to friends to lovers fic/slowburn. THE NEXT CHAPTER, GUYS, PREPARE YOURSELVES. s l o w b u r n. Reader has the force. No use of (Y/N)

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: Light swearing

Authors note: Please give me scenarios to write it really helps. Enjoyyy <3

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It's a choir of disgruntled voices, arguing, gradually getting louder and louder as they try to talk over one another. Insults thrown, pointed fingers, brows furrowed and fists slamming on the table. It's a chorus of chaos. 

“Silence!” Leia yells. 

The room falls silent. Leia sits at the head of the table. She presses her temple with her fingers. She sits up. “Commander Dameron, please repeat the mission report.” 

Poe sits up straight and clears his throat. He rummages through a stack of papers and pulls out a sheet of pale blue paper, scrawled with tiny blue letters. He glances up at me. 

The overhanging lights cast dark shadows on his face. 

Poe clears his throat again. “We used an old empire cargo shuttle to infiltrate the empire's finaliser. The original plan was to build a crate wall and terminate the stormtroopers that were sent to investigate but-”

“-she disrupted the whole plan!” someone to Leia’s right says. He wears a captain's uniform. 

“Hey! We got Rey didn’t we?” Finn interjects. 

Darvjark Tarjoy his name plate says. Davrjark slams his hand on the table. “That wasn’t the plan, Rey was a side operation,” 

Finn rolls his eyes and leans back into his chair. 

I look at Poe. He’s already looking at me, but before I can register it he looks away. 

The captains and war strategists nod in agreement. I see Rey in the corner leaning on her staff. 

I sit at the opposite end of the table to Leia. After we got Rey, Poe dragged me to Leia. 

The cuffs on my wrists dig into my skin. I’m not a criminal, why does he think I’m a criminal? Didn’t he just call me sweetheart? I think. I almost blush at the thought. I cast the thought from my mind. 

“What are you doing commander!?” Leia yells, confusion on her face. 

I restrain myself from strangling Poe with the force. 

“She abandoned the rebellion,” Poe’s voice lowers. “She’s a Jedi.” 

“I’m not-!” I cry. 

“-Shut up.” Poe says.

“It’s not fair to incriminate her, she didn’t do anything!” the captain to my right says. “Why are we doing this? We should be grateful she still follows the Jedi ways!” 

That's a bit of a stretch I think.

I’m grateful for her. She’s one of the only voices defending me in this ‘war meeting’. She has short curly blond hair that ends at her chin, and under the overhead lights her skin slightly glimmers blue and purple. 

“Exactly, she didn’t do anything to help the rebellion! It's her duty as a Jedi” 

“I’m not a-” I begin. 

“-jedi? Yeah, explain this.” Darvjark presses a button on the table and a hologram pops up. It's a clip of me pushing the stormtroopers back with the force. 

I lower my head. 

“She’s not a fully trained Jedi,” Finn points out plainly, “and besides, it’s not her ‘duty’ to help us. What do you want her to do? Find Luke Skywalker and together they defeat a whole army of the dark side?” 

Darvjark sighs. “We need power like this, we are alone in this war. The least she could have done was tell us the force wasn’t completely unbalanced,” 

“And what? Go out of hiding, risking her life just so you guys could have a Jedi cheerleader, cheering you on?” Finn argues. 

“Yes!” Darvjark stands up. The whole table starts to argue again. 

Leia sinks further back into her chair massaging her temples. 

“Shut it!” Rey yells. The table falls quiet. She puts her hand on my shoulder. “I’m sick of this, she hasn’t eaten in ages or slept. I’m sure you don’t need her here for this.” 

I stand up. A couple of voices start to complain. Rey shoots them a look. I followed her out of the room. Just as I’m about to leave Poe stands in my way, he looks down on me, giving me a warning look. There's about three inches between us. I can feel the warmth radiating off him. I hold out my wrists, still bound by cuffs. Still maintaining eye contact I shatter the cuffs with the force. The pieces crumple around my feet. I drop my arms to the side and walk out of the room ignoring the shocked stares and disgruntled voices. 

Finn and the others who took my side leave the room as well. 

~

I sit on my bed. They added a bed to my room after we got Rey. Her bed set into the wall, creating a sunken space. 

Rey is out training while I lie wallowing in self pity. I roll off the bed onto the floor. I lay there. I can’t help my mind wander to Poe. His curly hair, dark eyes… annoying personality. 

“Ugh,” I groan. I roll over one more time so I’m laying on my back. He called me sweetheart before… I think. No stop it! He hates you, and you hate him. 

God he’s infuriating. He has such a massive ego, who does he think he is? The rebellions ‘star pilot’, what a load of crap. I know tons of pilots who are better than him. 

Not better looking. A tiny thought in my head says. “Nope no, ew.”  

I sit up and cast the thought away from my mind as fast as possible and put my shoes on. I make my way to the training rooms, where Rey is. I walk down corridors and staircases, following the ‘Training Room’ signs. Finally I walk through the doors. The Training Room in illuminated letters hangs over the door. The room is massive, the ceiling reaches up at least ten metres, and the opposite wall seems to go on forever. The floor of the room is soft grass and other alien small plants. I reach down and feel the grass, it’s silky and soft. Cement circles mark the training areas, and hologram illuminations surround the cement circles, playing different training simulations. I step onto the grass and immediately notice the ground is slightly springy. At one end of the room there's a wall of guns and targets, and the other various climbing courses. I scan the empty room for Rey. She’s on one of the cement circles, waving her staff around. 

“You finally decided to join me.” Rey puts down her staff and smiles. 

“I got too lonely,” I admit, grinning. “You’ve gotten better.” I motioned to her staff. 

She grins. “Thanks, there’s a climbing course over there, you’d like it.” 

“Yeah? I’ll try it.” My eyes scan the room. “Why isn’t anyone here?” 

“I don’t know. More for us I guess.” Rey smiles. 

I smile. In her bag I see the tip of a lightsaber poke through. “What’s this?” I bend down and grab the lightsaber. 

“A lightsaber, although I’m pretty sure you know that already,” Rey grins. “Maz gave it to me… I’m going to give it back to Luke.” 

I hand the lightsaber to her. “You should keep it, I sense that Luke has drifted from the force.” 

“I don’t believe that.” Rey states. 

“Yeah? Why not?” I quip. 

“Why would anyone drift from the force? It's beautiful,” Rey looks at me and pauses. “Why did you drift?” 

I look down at my feet. “My teacher died.” 

“Luke taught himself.” 

“Master Yoda taught him, he just learned the rest on his own.” 

“Why don’t you do that?” Rey asks. 

“I don’t think I’ll have a choice with these rebels breathing down my neck.” I smile. 

Rey laughs. “… Kylo Ren wanted to teach me, I almost said yes.” Rey confesses. 

She looks guilty. 

“I would too.” I say. 

Rey looks surprised at my response. “Really?” 

“Oh yes, the dark side is very compelling.” 

Rey looks eased at my response. “Will you teach me?” 

“Of course.” I smile. 

“It will make up for you not telling me that you are a Jedi-”

“-I’m not a-” I begin. 

“Jedi?” Rey smiles. “Go climb or something. Jedi train.” 

I laugh and walk over to the weapon rack. Lines of daggers, swords, shields, laser swords, axes and all sorts of masonry stacked upon one another. All looked unused.

I wonder if Poe trains here. 

I graze my fingers over the lines of swords. My fingers land on a metal staff. I spin the staff around, getting the feel of it, I walk over to a cement circle. 

The hologram lights up and spins around to face me. The hologram is blue written with different alien languages. “Scanning” a green light flashes over me. The words on the hologram translate. I press random buttons and hope for the best. Out of the cement circle a helmet springs up. I put it on. The helmet blocks my vision. 

“Great.” I say. I hold the sword, bracing myself.  

Three short beeps announce the training program is about to begin. I sense a large droid behind me. It fires blaster shots. I spin around and block the shots with my staff. I spin the staff and hit the droid. It recovers and fires another wave of shots. I dodge them and throw my staff into the air. I run towards the droid and slam it into the ground with the force. I reach my hand into the air and the staff falls into it. I strike my staff into the droid. 

I huff and take off my helmet. 

To my left Poe stands. He clears his throat and adjusts his stance. His face almost looks slightly impressed. I look around the training room. Rey left already, leaving me alone with him. 

“Leia needs you.” He says. The way he crosses his arms makes forearm muscles flex. 

A droid flies over and gives me a towel. I wipe my forehead with it. God I look like a mess and he looks so hot- what!? No, he does not. 

“What for?” I walk over and dump the staff back on the weapon rack. 

“Not sure,” Poe tilts his head. He scans his eyes over me. 

“Well, I’m kinda in the middle of something.” I motion to the training courses. I’m not trying to be rude to Leia, I'm trying to be rude to Poe. 

“That’s too bad,” He steps closer to me. “You don’t have a choice.” 

“Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do?” I square my shoulders. 

“Shoot you probably.” 

To my surprise I let out a laugh. “Yeah right.” 

“I will.” 

“Do it then.” 

Poe clenches his jaw. “God, you're a piece of work.” 

I catch him briefly looking me up and down. 

“Leia wants to talk to you about your mother.” Poe says. 

The remnants of the smile on my face wash away immediately. “My mother?” I say quietly. 

“Yeah.” 

I nod. “Okay.” 

~ 

Poe’s POV

I stand in the corner of the Generals office. Leia is holding her hand and quietly talking about her mother. I fiddle with the handle of my blaster while I lean against the wall. I think back to this morning. Caylie asked me out. She walked up to me and put her hand on my arm. “Let's go out, okay?”. I still haven’t given her a reply, and I don’t know why. She’s perfect, she’s pretty, smart and funny. Something's holding me back. 

“I’m sending you and Poe to Jakuu-” The General begins.

“-no I-” You interrupt. 

“-it’s non-negotiable.” Leia states. 

I’m torn from my thoughts. “What? I have raids to do. I need to fly cargo out to-” 

Leia puts up her hand. “Non-negotiable.” 

“Leia, it's fine I can go by myself,” you argue. “I don’t need him.” 

“No, I can’t lose you, you are our only hope,” Leia looks up to me and points her finger. “Non-negotiable.”  

I groan and hit the doorframe on my way out. I storm to my quarters. 

“Why do I have to go to that dry ass planet?” I grab a bag from one of my cupboards. I shove two days worth of clothes, an extra blaster, food rations, and a first aid kit. I look out my open door and see you storm past. I can’t help myself but smile a little. The way you roll your eyes like a teenage girl when you thought no one saw you. I snap myself out from this thought. “No, she’s a traitor.” 

I walk to your room. Your door is open and I can hear you angrily mumbling under your breath as you shove clothes into your bag. “Ready?” I ask. 

You jolt a little and turn. “Yeah.” you fling your bag over your shoulder. 

We walk to my x-wing. 

“You get in first.” I motion to the ladder. 

“Kay’, bossey.” You climb up and sit in the rear seat. 

I follow and dump my bag on your lap. “Hey I barely have any room as it is!” You groan. 

“You can cope.” I flick switches and press buttons. The x-wing begins to wirr. 

“Asshole” You quietly say.

“Sorry, what was that?” I ask.

“Nothing.” 

In the reflection of the front window I can see you make faces at the back of my seat. We shoot off into space. 

“What sector of Jakku?” I ask.

“North East quadrant.” 

We shoot into hyperspace. It’s quiet for a moment before I ask “What are we getting?” 

“You’ll see when we get there.” 

“Why can’t you tell me now?”

“Why can’t you wait until then?”

I tear my fingers through my hair and let out an angered laugh. “Why are you such a bitch?” 

“Excuse me?” You sit up in your seat.

“No it’s not like that- well it kinda is. You're just bitchy to me.”  

“God you sound like a child right now,” You lean back. We shoot out from hyperspace. “And you think you're not a bitch to me?”

“I- yeah well you act so entitled-” I begin.

“-Entitled? How do I act entitled? Your face is plastered on every rebel propaganda poster!” 

“I didn’t make that decision Leia did- y’know what? You’re just as bad as the sith.” I raise my voice.

“Oh really?” There is a hint of amusement in your voice.

“Yeah. You don’t do anything to help the rebel cause, for you it’s all for one and one for all!”

“Therefore I’m as bad as the sith,” I can hear the smile in your voice. You lean forward so that your mouth almost touches the side of my neck. “You’re full of shit.” You almost whisper. The hairs on my neck stand up.

 I can hear you lean back. I clear my throat and steer the ship towards the desert planet. My mind races about nothing in particular. Was that flirting? 

We touch down on the warm sand. We jumped out of the ship. 

“BB-8 stay with the ship.” I say.

We trek through the mountains of sand for what feels like an hour when we suddenly come up on a toppled down AT-AT. 

“What are we doing here?” I ask. You don’t respond.

You walk over to the foot of the AT-AT and kneel beside it. You reach out your hands and the sand beneath them begins to shift. Suddenly a silver tube launches from the sand into your grip. You stand and hold it in your palm. You toss it in the air and catch it so the tube faces up vertically. The lightsaber turns on with a low hum. 

“Is that-” I begin.

“Critical thinking skills Poe.” You twirl the lightsaber around a couple times.

“Can I hold it?” I ask. 

“No.” 

All of a sudden an alien creature jumps out of the sand and launches itself in the air at us. It knocks me into you and we go tumbling down a sand dune. We finally stop tumbling. I look down and I realise I’m on top of you, my arm above your head and the other one resting near your waist. Our noses almost touch. We’re panting slightly. When did her eyes become so pretty? Her eyelashes look so angelic. She looks angelic. Am I getting closer to her or is she getting closer to me? My nose is slightly touching yours. 

Your POV:

Poe’s arm rests above my head. His nose is touching mine. I catch him looking at my lips then at my eyes. But he isn’t making eye contact, no, he looks like he’s lost in a trance. Did he hit his head on the way down? Do I have something in my eye? I’m not sure if I moved closer or he did but our faces are closer. 

I clear my throat. Poe moves off me. “Sorry. You alright?

I look the opposite way. I can feel my face burning red. “Yep, uh are you?” I brush sand from my hair. 

Poe clears his throat. “Yep, yes, yeah I am.” He looks around, anywhere but me.“Come on, you clumsiness almost got us killed, we should get back to the ship.” 

Is his face red?

“My clumsiness? You're the one who knocked into me.” I try my best to fight off a blush. 

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You want ideas, I have an idea for the fourth part of the soulmate AU.

We left the last part with Stone cooking for Sylvester and it kinda left it open for Mārīte to get some of what Stone was cooking (presumably when her school was done ofc). So what if this fourth part was that Stone and Sylvester were enjoying their little date so much that Stone stayed until it was time for Sylvester to pick up Mārīte and then maybe he's still there when they come back or maybe he's already left but there was still some of mashed potatoes and chicken for Mārīte so she eats it for dinner or something and then she falls in love with Stone's cooking.

I hope that made sense.

still sulking at how you predicted what i wanted to write... but alas. here u go, king. cuz ily <3 also using this to desensitize myself to calling stone 'vikram' instead. cuz it feels illegal. but. uh. sylvester would not fucking call him stone. ever. and because this is sorta from his pov.. yeag <3

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Gathering the dirty dishes in the sink, Sylvester was about to pull on the rubber gloves to wash everything up after the dinner, when a disgruntled Vikram engulfed him from behind.

"I would have washed them."

"I know."

"Then why are you not letting me?" He asked, voice sounding ever so slightly like a whine.

"Because that's not how things go in this house. One person cooks, the other cleans. Easy as that, yea?" Sylvester says, scrubbing down on the plates, making small foam bubbles fly up in the process.

"I see. Why the gloves?"

"Sensitive skin. Even got rashes once from the chemicals."

"... That just proves I should be the one doing it," Vikram huffed "and you should get new dishwasher fluids too. You could be allergic."

"Eh, doesn't make a difference to me. There's half a bottle to finish. But if you're insisting on helping, you can dry everything off-!"

Before finishing his train of thought, the catman gets startled by his phone alarm blaring in the other room, and pulls off the gloves to turn it off. "Oh gods, Where'd the time go? Sorry, I gotta pick up Mary!" He fumbles with his coat and shoes, before looking up at the sound of running water.

"What are you doing...? You're not leaving?"

"There's dishes that need washing. I'll behave."

"... You better. Shit, uhh.. Be back in 20 minutes, I swear if you've robbed the place when we get back-! Gah!" He groans, frustrated with himself, rushing around the apartment for the final bits he needs, notably. the car keys.

"I won't. I don't have the room, or need, for half this junk."

"HEY! Alright, fine. Remember, 20 minutes!" he calls out, before rushing into the stairwell, the doors slamming behind him.

Luckily for him, the traffic was more manageable than usual, and with a few minutes to spare, him and his daughter made it back home.

Sylvester couldn't help but give the kid a little warning as they make it up the stairs to the third floor "Just so you know, there's someone at home. He may be gone when we get there, but he's the one who's my soulmate... So be polite, alright?"

"Mhm!" The girl eagerly agreed, clinging onto her father's arm, trotting along, her other hand clutching onto a small, dripping wet umbrella.

Before unlocking the door, Sylvester couldn't help but cast a nervous glance at the compass on his wrist.

... Oh no.

It pointed directly in the way of where the kitchen should be. His soulmate, Vikram, hadn't left.

Bracing himself for the worst, he unlocks the door, but cannot see anything out of the ordinary. Exhaling deeply in relief, he helps Mārīte to take off her coat and shoes, before patting her head.

"Go put the umbrella to dry in the tub, won't you?"

Nodding eagerly, she skips off, before going to her bedroom, as Sylvester pokes his head in the kitchen upon hearing the telltale sound of dishes clanking.

And there he was.

Standing with his back to the door, is the soulmate in question. However...

"You're still here... and what are you doing in my apron?" Sylvester asked, already dreading the moment he'll turn around. The text of 'kiss the cook' was engraved in his mind. The damn thing was a gag gift, to poke fun at his cooking skills, or lack thereof.

"Am I not allowed to? I'm making tomorrow's lunch. For you, obviously."

"What? Why?"

"Because I assume the little lady hiding behind the doorway is hungry."

Whipping around, only to see his daughter there, he sighs, and waves her over, grumbling "Very well..."

"Whassat?" Mārīte asks, hauling herself up on the chair to get a better look. The food already plated for her, as Vikram smiles.

"Potatoes, mashed, as well as some chicken. You like that?"

"Mhm!! Smells good!" She grins, digging in, as Sylvester looks around the, now disturbingly clean, kitchen, and his eye is drawn to the, still unfinished, salmon on the pan.

"I didn't know I had that..."

"Me neither. Until I found it in the back of the freezer. You really should defrost and clean it more often" The man states, narrowly missing a light smack from Sylvester's thrashing tail.

"Yeah yeah.. What even is that?" He asks, eyeing the pot as he lifts the lid, only to see rice. "Ah. Never mind."

"I hope that will suffice?" Vikram asks, and Sylvester is once again interrupted, as the girl squeals, eyes sparkling and her fuzzy tail lifted up in delight. Sylvester's ears even flicker as he picks up a slight purr resonating from her.

"Thank you!! That was so yummy!" She rumbles, rattling on excitedly "Can you please come over more?? Dad isn't this good!"

"... Ouch kid.." Sylvester mumbles to himself, his ears pinning back, not wanting to admit how that hurt his pride.

And much to Sylvester's dismay, Vikram nods, barely hiding a small, self-satisfied, grin "Of course I will."

Happy and full, Mārīte waddles out, presumably back to her room, as the two men are left alone again, Sylvester looking less than pleased, but biting back his tongue.

"... Thanks..."

"You're welcome. Fish looks about ready, as well as the rice. I will get going now, after I get this thing off."

Watching as he struggles to untie the apron, Sylvester caves and helps him out, undoing the knot carefully, as he then eyes the text, before hanging the garment in its rightful place.

"What. Am I not getting my kiss?" His thoughts are interrupted as Vikram looks down at him, a challenging look in his eyes.

"No. Well... Maybe you'll just have to try harder next time. Now scram, I'm bloody exhausted.

The shorter of the two grumbles as he leans against the wall, observing the other pull on the boots and coat.

He offers nothing but a nod as he leaves, just watching as the door clicks shut behind him, and the footsteps fade away.

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The Longest Sleepover Ch 10

Summary: The first year of school did not go as planned for Harv and he’s never felt more alone. That is, until a loud kid from the saga studies course decides they’re best friends now.

(Year 1 AU, Harv deals with homophobia, Finn is oblivious.)

Series: Warrior U

Pairing: HarvFinn

Rating: T

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Harv woke up early that morning and left Finn curled up in his burrito of blankets. He needed time apart from Finn to sort out and bury his feelings. He ate his breakfast in silence, the morning sun casting the kitchen in a bleak grey light. He shouldn't wish for things just because they'd be convenient for himself, especially if it put his hosts in an awkward position. After he finished his meal, he stared at his empty plate like a man who'd committed someone to the grave. The occasional caw of a crow was hardly a comfort as he forced his heavy limbs to add the dishes to the pile in the sink.

"What's gotten into you?" Harv jumped at the sound of the witch's voice.

"Is there anything that needs to be done today?" Harv asked. "I'd like to get it done before Finn wakes up."

"See, now that's more like it!" Leenan collected her morning coffee. "I was starting to think you weren't really serious about the job." Harv's shoulders sagged a bit, still too tired to put on joyful airs. "There's a few potion ingredients I'm short on at the moment. Some of them can be picked from the garden, but one of them is... free range." She eyed the warrior's long hair suspiciously. "How flammable are you?"

-

Finn came downstairs after waking up to a cold bed and an empty room. It shouldn't have been so bothersome, after all he had spent most of his life waking up this way, but it was unsettling none the less. Harv had promised to wake him the next time he slept in, and yet here he was eating breakfast at mid-morning by himself. His mother, already dressed for the day, assured him nothing was wrong.

"Sweetheart, you can't expect him to be attached at your side every waking moment." Leenan chided.

"Why not?" Finn prodded his half-finished brioche. "It's not like he has anything better to do. Besides, he's still my guest. The whole point of him coming here was to spend time with each other." Leenan had always known her son craved other's approval more than she did. It was a phase every child went through. What concerned her was how quickly Finn was trying to rewrite the nature of his friendship with Harv. He usually only resorted to storytelling when something was bothering him. She took a seat across the table from him.

"It'd be a little difficult for him to find other things to do if you kept him busy, wouldn't it?" Leenan asked. Finn gritted his teeth and sloppily heaped a knife full of marmalade onto his bread.

"I'm not 'keeping him busy', I'm hanging out with my friend." He slammed the knife down. "Is it really so hard to believe that I finally have a real best friend that likes me? Best friends do things together all the time."

"...Not all the time dear." Leenan said.

"How would you know?" Finn dumped his scraps in the waste bin, his appetite lost. "You've never had a best friend."

"Finnegan!" Leenan stood up from the table. "You keep taking that tone with me, and you won't get to play with your friend at all today." She was only trying to help him, but the look he gave her was borderline scathing.

"You can't do that." Finn lingered in the doorway; his mother unwavering. "What we do is nobody else's business; not Beatus, or his dad and certainly not you. I thought you wanted me to be happy." Her expression softened a bit, even in the face of Finn's defensiveness. Others had tried to intervene already; he just didn't want to listen.

"I do want you to be happy."

"Then why is it so bizarre that I am?" Finn snapped back.

"I just don't think it's a good idea to pin all your happiness on one person." She said. The tension eased from his body, now feeling less attacked. It was still frustrating to hear over and over that people were worried about him when there should be nothing to worry about. "I don't like seeing you this anxious. Your friend should be able to run errands without you acting like he's abandoned you."

"I'm not-" Finn bit his lip. "It's not like that... I know I... I am anxious. It's just... I can count on one hand all the times I've seen him smile. It doesn't seem fair." Especially when he was saying things like Finn liked him more than he liked himself. He couldn't just force Harv to like him the way he did either, no matter how hard he'd tried. Knowing Harv had a tendency to try and run from his problems wasn't helping Finn feel more secure either. The best he could do was talk himself out of these anxious thought cycles. "I know he'll come back; I just wish I knew where he went."

"He just went outside." His mother sighed. "Maybe, instead of snapping at your poor mother, you could try asking."

"Sorry." Finn said. His mother hugged him, running her fingers through his hair, still a mess from sleep.

"And I don't think your friend would appreciate you assuming he's unhappy here." Finn nodded into her shoulder. It was hard for him to put into words in a way people would understand. It's not that he thought Harv hated being around him. He just wished Harv was as happy as he was when he was around. "Not everyone shouts joy from the rooftops like you do." It would just be easier if the people around him would stop saying that joy might go away.

He pulled away from his mother with a puzzled expression. Something was clucking outside, and the sound was getting closer. He cautiously entered the front room just as Harv opened the front door.

"Bwkaw!" A bright orange bird climbed from Harv's shoulder to his head. It danced on the top of his skull in a happy circle before settling for a good sit. The furs around Harv's shoulder were a little singed, but otherwise he seemed intact. A smoking beak started to comb through Harv's locs, looking for a good place to start cleaning.

"Hey now, what did I say about the grooming?" Harv said. He gently pushed the bird's head away from hair, only to be outmaneuvered again.

"...mother..." Finn said, catching Leenan the moment she set foot outside the room. "You neglected to mention he was running errands for you."

"Why should that matter?" Leenan shot back sheepishly. "Besides, it's for you too, you know we're almost out of Phoenix feathers. Now just wait right there, I'll get the tweezers." Harv had offered Finn a passing greeting, but otherwise had his handful trying to keep the affectionate bird from nesting on his head.

"Harvey, you didn't need to bring back the whole bird." Finn sighed.

"But it's so sweet, I didn't want to hurt it." Harv said. The dopey thing puffed up its chest with pride as its head flopped backwards against its own back. Thin waves of heat radiated off its feathers, as if a bird could blush.

"Get that thing off your head before you hurt yourself." Finn crossed the room, ideally looking for something to keep the fire bird at a safe distance.

"But it's harm-" The minute Finn made eye contact with the Phoenix he was engulfed in flames. Harv's hand shot up, closing the little beak barehanded. Finn coughed out a puff of smoke, his clothes ashed over and his bangs singed. "...less."

"To you, maybe," Finn dusted off his clothes with disgust, "but not us. And certainly not the furniture." He gasped, rushing to douse a small flaming throw pillow with leftover wine from the night before. He then had to smother the flame on the tile floor. The phoenix looked down on him smugly. "He's doing it on purpose."

"It's a she I think." Harv looked up at the preening bird.

"Even worse."

"Finn..." Harv couldn't help but be amused, even though Finn's face was pinched into a tight scowl. "Are you jealous of a bird?"

"NO!" Finn hurriedly tidied the mess the mystical creature made, his face flushed from embarrassment and the sting of a close flame. It shot off tiny flames when it laughed. If birds could laugh. "I'm not jealous, I just think wild animals should be outside!" Harv couldn't help but find the way Finn huffed afterward cute, even if the bard smelled of burnt lavender. "It's already set a couch on fire." A quick bite of the Phoenix's toes shook him out of his thoughts.

"Where's your mom?" Harv started wandering toward the study.

"Oh no you don't." Finn grabbed Harv's sleeve. "One spark and half of mother's work could explode." Again the bird tried to smother him in flames. "Take it outside!"

"Okay." Harv grabbed the bird by her chubby body and walked out as Finn held the door open. "Come on, we'll wait in the garden." Two sapphire eyes glinted at Finn over Harv's shoulder with pride.

-

Hours later, Harv was still getting caught up with chores. Finn had collected some biscuits and tea, ready to enjoy his gawking from the garden, but an orange speedbump was keeping him from setting foot outside.

"It's still out there." Finn grumbled as he leered out the kitchen window. The tailless Phoenix would follow Harv around like a little duck, but was always quick to rush to the back porch if Finn so much touched the handle. "Evil little thing."

"I think it's quite handy." Leenan laughed as she stole a biscuit from Finn's tray. "Imagine how much easier it'll be having one in our front yard instead of hunting it down every year?"

"Mother, don't even joke about that." Finn said. "Think of your roses."

"My roses will be fine." Leenan shook her head. "You can see him cleaning out the shed just fine from the window." Finn let out an aggravated sigh. "It's not like you were planning to help him." Finn mumbled a few incoherent complaints. His tea had gone cold, and Harv had barely talked to him all day. It was his first time wearing his new clothes too, and all Finn could catch were glimpses through the dirty glass.

"I'm going to try the north balcony." Finn picked up his tray and marched out the kitchen, much to his mother's growing concern. She had no problem setting up wards to keep magical pests out, not that her son had seriously tried asking for one. Rather he seemed quite focused on getting the best view of, in her opinion, just some guy doing ordinary things. Finn, who'd complain any time she kept the crystal ball focused on a rival garden for too long because it was 'too boring'. While she had her suspicions as to the cause of her son's change in behavior, she couldn't fathom why. At this point, she was a little afraid to ask.

-

It had been difficult for the bards to find rehearsal space. While all three had played for a live audience before, few people liked hearing the same half-finished songs ad nauseam. Shad and Beatus's hostel room was too cramped, and Finn detested playing outside if he could help it. If Harv was watching, he wanted everything to be perfect, even if it was the first time the three had played together in months.

Finn had reluctantly pointed them in the direction to his mother's shed. It was far enough from grass for Finn to feel comfortable with leaving his harp oil out and far enough from the house to avoid any magical artifacts. Mother's things had a habit of ending up in the wrong hands when visitors were left unattended. Harv's doe-eyed Phoenix had thankfully given up for the evening, waddling back to her nest with a heavy heart, and allowing Finn to finally go into his own backyard again.

The interior of the shed was dusty with plenty of standing room. Chairs from the patio had been cleaned off and brought in for them to use along with some dated linens. Sunlight fought through years of dirt to illuminate the wooden interior. With more time, they could have set up lights or some kind of drapery, but Shad hadn't given them prior notice their original space wouldn't work out.

They still couldn't agree on a name, and Finn was the first to propose playing first and worrying about the name at a later date. The group stumbled through Shad's first choice for a song. Each sour note causing Finn to glance up nervously at their audience of one. It wasn't like he never played for someone before. He'd done plenty of concerts for the palace in the past, but he'd never played this badly in front of someone before. Shad was off rhythm and he suspected Beatus was putting minimal effort as a form of protest over the song choice. He always hated playing anything with lyrics.

"Man, you're really off today Finn." Shad shook his head.

"Can we just play it through once today." Finn shifted uncomfortably at the feeling of blue eyes on his back. "We can worry about everyone's notes at a later date."

"I wouldn't be a very good friend if I let you keep playing badly." Shad said with a wry smile. The blond flushed, fists clenched tight around the frame of his harp. They were all accomplished musicians, anything they played together casually would sound fine. Not perfect, but fine. "What's the rush?" The rush was sitting five feet away from them, picking at his nails because they couldn't get four bars in without stopping. Finn would sooner eat his belt than admit that in front of everyone.

"I have to sleep sometime." Beatus said. "We all do." Finn thanked his lucky stars that for once Beatus was being a pain in his favor, rather than against. Shad shrugged, washing his hands of the other's performance and promised to hold his tongue until the end.

Finn started them off with a few plucky notes, finding the beat set by the drums. He let muscle memory take over, glancing up to catch Harv's full attention. While the warrior was tired, he offered a shy smile, only to cover it up with his hand. He couldn't mask the crescent creases above his cheekbones, and then Finn heard the bum note he played from getting distracted. Shad clicked his tongue, but said nothing. Finn spent the rest of the song struggling to fall back into the music with flushed cheeks.

Once the group started playing, Harv could relax a little, knowing that it was more appropriate for him to watch them when they were actively performing. Watching people perform was a perfectly normal thing to do. No one would blame him for watching the member he knew the best out of the group the most. It just so happened that Finn made the most interesting faces while he played and had taken his gloves off for once, all things that anyone who knew him would notice. From what he could tell, things were proceeding exactly how most rehearsals go. The other bards acted like it was business as usual and Harv applauded himself on how perfectly normal he was being about watching his cute friend get frustrated over playing the wrong note.

[ynsbarbbb]

𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 | 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫

pairing: marc spector x fem!reader

summary: you rarely fought, but when you did it got pretty bad.

warning: angst that turns into fluff

a/n: requests are open!

not my gif!

.°•*♡

you rarely fought, but when you did, it got pretty bad. hurtful things were being said left and right and that meant marc left the apartment fuming and you with a broken heart.

tonight was one of the nights where a fight was inevitable. marc stumbled into the apartment and an unholy hour of the night, he was beaten up and bruised and he didn't even bother to tell you how or where it had happened. he simply brushed off your questions and made his way into the bathroom.

"marc, would you just answer me!"

he grumbled and took off his shirt exposing a big scar that went from his ribs near to his navel. taking out the first aid kid that was under the sink; he grabbed some cotton and rubbing alcohol. hissing at the pain you looked away.

"what happened?" you tried again but still no answer. "marc, please i'm worried about you."

"then stop!" he hissed at you and slammed the bathroom door in your face. you gulped down the lump that was forming in your throat and walked away from the door.

you went into the kitchen and boiled some hot water, taking a mug out of the cupboard and a teabag of one of marc's favorite tea. after the water boiled you poured it into the mug and left it on the table. you also took his food out of the oven and placed it next to the tea with a fork and a knife.

when you were done you made your way into the bedroom, taking off the clothes from the day before and putting on one of marc's shirts and sweats, you also grabbed a pillow and a blanket from the linen closet making your way to the guest bedroom.

you heard marc move around in the kitchen, then you heard his plate being put in the sink, then you heard his footsteps going past the guest bedroom into the bedroom, then quickly turning around and coming to the guest bedroom.

he knocked softly, you probably wouldn't have heard it if you weren't focusing on every move he made. when you didn't answer he opened the door and leaned against the door frame.

"i know you're awake," he said but you only turned your back towards him. you didn't want to fight with him. you just cared about him. you just worried about him. all you wanted was an explanation.

marc moved towards the bed and sat down at the foot of the bed. "can you please come back to bed?"

no response.

"i'm sorry i lashed out on you."

again, no response.

"i know you worry about me, and i know i don't always appreciate it, but i do, i really do," he told you, rubbing a hand up and down your leg. he hoped that would pull something out of you but it didn't.

your eyes brimmed with tears, "honey, please. i'm sorry."

you only nodded. he climbed in behind you, pulling you flat against his chest. he kissed your shoulder to where your shoulder and neck connected and then behind your ear.

"i'm sorry," he whispered, his breath tickling your ear.

you turned around, "i care about you, i worry about you and i love you so much that if i lost you without knowing where or how it happened i wouldn't be able to live with myself."

"i know honey, i'm sorry. i'll try to be better at communicating with you."

you nodded, your thumb running over his cheek bone and light stuble. marc kissed your palm and then pulled you in to kiss your lips.

"i love you too," he said between kisses.

you smiled, "we can go back to bed now, it's kinda uncomfortable on a twin size bed."

marc chuckled and stood up taking your hand and leading you to the bedroom.

[zombiewhor3]

NOT GOOD AT GOODBYES

daryl dixon x fem reader (season 3 era)

WARNINGS: couples argument, implications of almost dying, mentions of kidnapping, breakup, implications of stripping clothing, mentions of the word prostitute, mentions of uncomfortable interactions, uncomfortable shoulder touching, not sure if it’s SA? (Might edit a smut part later idek I’m just lazy to do it rn lol)

she didn't mean it, hell he didn't mean it. Their silly little argument all of it, they didn't mean to scream at each other her and they sure as hell didn't mean to cut things off just like that,

their relationship over in just a few heated words, she felt sick to her stomach looking at his stuff that had now been missing from their once shared cell room.

-

"god bringing him here! after what he did to me and Maggie!" she screeched at him watching him grunt softly rubbing over the stubble of his beard before he yelled back at her.

"He's my brother! was i supposed to leave em to a man who tried to kill us!" he pitted against her watching her scoff,

"we almost died looking for him Christ's sake! we almost died while he was on a joy run with the goddamn governor playing warrior!" she watched him unfold his arms as he threw them up at her face.

"merle almost got rick and glenn killed! do you hear me our friends almost died for that piece of shit!" she scolded at him,

"watch your mouth y/n! you say one more thing about em and we're done ya hear me!" he yelled back watching as she fumed ever so desperately trying to hold back her bitter words.

his hands cupped her cheek harshly just ask she was about to speak, "say one more thing and i swear to god" he hissed roughly tossing her face away from him watching her rub her cheek and lick her lips.

"if you want a douchebag brother over a fiancé that's been here since we were at that damn camp back near atlanta! i was there when you got shot with an arrow, i was there when you were looking for sophia and couldn't forgive yourself when we found her dead body in that barn! Dammit daryl i was there when we looked for your brother who doesn't give shit about you because if he did he would've never even considered the thought of killing you and if you want this over end it Daryl end it now because i'm done!" she screeched putting her foot down watching him take a step back as he sunk into her words.

"maybe ya deserved it" he mumbled watching her brows furrow,

"what the hell does that mean!?" she asked with a huff taking a seat down onto one of the lunch tables,

"it means maybe ya deserved hurting all of that bullshit cause ya know i never asked ya to, i didn't ask ya to follow me like some dumb bitch puppy dog all the goddamn time so yer right we're done!"

he scoffed watching tears form into her eyes leaving a glossy reflection, she gulped harshly pressing back the tears so she could speak in agreement, "we're done" she muttered back standing up and bumping past him, he turned to watch as she walked quickly back into the cell block slamming the door behind her.

“Good!” He hollered back sinking against the wall as he pulled out a cigarette from his leather jacket, he lit it looking over at carol who darted her eyes away from him and back to the laundry.

-

she looked at the food tray in-front of her, beth had slid it to her but she had been now just staring and picking at some of the vegetables,

"i know you eat these i've seen you at the farm house you practically ate your entire plate in a few seconds" she spoke pointing to a side of cucumbers on the plate while she smiled looking over at Judith who was babbling in her arms.

y/n rudely pushed it away from her as she looked at the bars of the window that had been covered with a slab of wood to prevent attacks, Daryl had been in the same room with a few of the other members of the group while they were eating their dinner.

he could see the dullness of her face, the way the light and sunshine had been drained from it.

He noticed that she hadn't been eating and that she had been just pushing her food away in silence for hopes people like Beth and Glenn would stop nagging her about it.

she sighed softly using her hand to prop her head as she traced her finger over the edge of the tampered up table her and beth sat at, beth was feeding Judith a bottle while looking up at y/n.

y/n flicked her eyes up at her to share the gesture, Beth knew the reason why y/n had been down. She could see the practical lifelessness running through her body almost like she was one of the walkers who were mindless and dull.

y/n had a tear running down her face as she looked at Judith cooing and using her hands to grip the bottle in her hands while beth gently rocked her, she had talked about kids with Daryl

even before they were dating. when they were just friends at the camp surrounded by Dale, Andrea, t-dog, amy, lori, shane and so many others that had died along the way of the apocalypse.

she remembered explaining a low played out fantasy to him, she wanted one or two kids running around the front yard while she had someone sitting with her on the porch, someone who she could relax for the rest of her life with.

Daryl flicked his eyes up at y/n once more and a frown pulled onto his face while he could feel a sense of longing to go and comfort her, it had only been two weeks but without him she was a damn mess.

even when they were best friends before things got serious they never fought unless it was over silly things like who got the kill or who got a certain part of something but it was never this big.

never this big to kill off the relationship they shared with one another.

"eat" she could hear maggie demand at her as y/n flicked her eyes away sending a signal that she hoped Maggie would take and leave her the hell alone, she didn't want people to check on her.

she wanted to sit in her own circle of rotting pity and wait for it to go away, she didn't need the extra help. She wasn't weak and she sure as hell wasn't going to run back like some puppy dog.

"you don't see the rest of us moping around" maggie remarked taking a bite from a carrot while looking down at her plate knowing that she shouldn't have made a comment like that.

"last time i checked what i do is none of your fucking business, jesus christ all of you always wanna control and watch my every fucking move!"

she shouted slamming her hands onto the table before shoving her pistol in her holster and storming out of the cell block.

She didn’t feel guilty or embarrassed for yelling at them, because what she said was true. She had been bossed around by this group ever since the beginning. Ever since the damn apocalypse started she had been bossed around like a damn child.

there was barely any light out but she needed to let loose some type of steam and instead of crying and cowering with her face planted into a cheap prison bunk pillow, she needed to let go of the rage inside her so she planned so she sat at the fence, opening it and whistling for a few walkers as she started to pelt them with bullets.

she bit on her inner cheek harder and harder with each shot until eventually she could taste the blood now lingering on her taste buds from the small wound in her mouth.

"are ya fucking insane!" Daryl yelled from the outside of the fence pulling his crossbow out to shoot a walker that was approaching her,

"oh please shouldn't you be watching your brother or some shit make sure he doesn't kill anyone else!" y/n remarked with a chuckle before raising her gun up to shoot a walker but she saw an arrow run through it she grumbled softly turning to face him.

"that was my kill daryl!" she shouted watching him shake his head at her, he was looking at her like she was mad and maybe she was, maybe she was a little fucking insane for walking out here with 10 bullets in her gun and just a knife on her.

"get it quicker than! and besides i'm trying to help you!" he spoke opening the gate shutting it behind him as he was now back to back with her shooting walkers surrounding them.

"i don't need your help! go watch m-" she could feel her mouth being covered by his hands, "stop that, just stop" he huffed turning to shoot a walker approaching up behind them.

"stop what? stop telling the truth that you chose a murderer over your girlfriend! do you remember what he did to me? do you remember how i was beaten to shit , tied to a chair and left to die because he and the governor sent a damn walker in there to kill me!”

She paused for a minute before she spoke again, she was tired of yelling tired of fighting and running from the problem, it was like all they did these days was run and fight.

“I was forced to strip my clothes in-front of the governor and that’s not enough to make you care? To make you even have an ounce of consideration because Merle had no problem letting him do it”

she spoke lowering her voice so that she hadn’t drawn any attention to walkers, she had tried to shoot another walker but her gun clicked letting her know she was officially out of bullets and screwed because there were walkers filling in around them.

daryl pulled out his gun watching a few of the walkers bodies drop as he grabbed her hand pulling open the main gate and closing it behind them, she panted as she looked over at the fence.

She could see the mob using its hands to push against the fence, reaching their fingers through the gaps trying to reach for them. She gulped feeling as Daryl harshly grabbed her and whipped her around so that she’d be facing him instead.

He hadn’t said anything except lifting up her sleeves and inspecting to see if she had been scratched or bitten at all, and when he found nothing he let out a deep sigh of relief licking his lips clean.

He rubbed over his face with his hand buffering out a soft chuckle, nothing was funny. Well except the fact how stupid he had been for letting Merle even anywhere near the damn prison.

he looked not angry but damned with himself for not listening to her, "sugar” was the only word he could seem to utter from his mouth as he followed her up the gravel, hearing the rocks crunch beneath their feet while he grabbed her arm for her to stop.

“I can’t do that again, I can’t almost die. He knew that we were gonna get married! And he sent that walker in to kill me, I would’ve died if it weren’t for that wooden chair I was tied to. I can’t handle feeling like the governors hands are on my shoulders and watching Merle’s face as he sat there and watched, he watched like I was nothing but a prostitute!”

She spun away watching Daryl’s expression turn sympathetic, and well she knew that someone was probably watching from the prison window.

Whether it was Rick, Maggie, or even Merle she didn’t want them to feel like it was there fault that she had been kidnapped by the governor.

Daryl had followed her into the garden watching as she ran her hands over the bright green leaves inspecting them for any vegetables.

He was truly speechless, he didn’t have an ounce of thoughts to come up with the right words to say to her, he could notice that she had kept looking up at the windows of the prison to see if anyone happened to be peering down on them.

And to which they were all boarded up with wood thanks to ricks doing, and the prison was to loud for them to even hear anything inside.

She sat back on one of the garden beds feeling a gust of wind blow over them, “I can’t do it again Daryl, it’s like I can still feel it, like I feel his eyes just peering over me” she admitted with a gulp feeling him lift her hand up softly and planting a kiss.

“I promise, I’m never gonna let him or that governor touch us again, especially you.” She could tell he felt guilty, she could see it rippling like a stone against water in his eyes.

It was skipping through his thoughts, it was making him go crazy. Making him understand how much of a damn fool he was.

“I’m an idiot” he mumbled looking down at the grass beneath his boots, she laid her head against him. “No you’re not it’s your brother Daryl I mea-“

He stood up abruptly,

“you’re my fiancé why would I throw all this away hmmm? I am a god damn idiot because I should’ve never brought him here in the first place” he shouted watching her stand up and rub his shoulders.

“I love you Daryl, and i just want that prick not to hurt anyone, I don’t want him around me or even near Maggie and Glenn but he’s your brother so I have to understand” she rubbed his cheek softly.

“so ya still wanna marry me?” He asked hoping internally that she hadn’t changed her mind because he was such a damn fool.

“I could never change my mind about wanting to me Mrs. Dixon” she smiled back wrapping her hands around the back of his neck.

-

Merle had his eyes laced on her, he had his mind focused on her while he took a bite of some of rations that had been set in-front of him.

She could feel his eyes burning into her as she reached out to grab Daryl’s leg but he was already gone, he had already stood up and grabbed Merle by the corner of his shirt and pulled him into a cell slamming the door closed and pulling down the curtain.

“What the hell daryl!” He shouted trying to poke his head through the curtain but Daryl tied the bottom edges to the bars, “ya can come out when me and y/n are done eating, it’s just so ya can’t stare” he called out before plopping down a seat next to her.

Carol and Rick sat across from them picking at their own plate of food while “better?” Daryl asked watching y/n take a bite from her carrot.

“Better” she repeated back feeling his hand rub hers softly while she could feel a new set of eyes looking at her, but not like she was prey or a hooker but yet they were looking at her like family.

…

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Argument- Spencer Reid (1)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Characters: Spencer Reid

Warnings: Mentions of Kidnapping, Knives, Arguments with a partner

Request: Wattpad- Ooh,can you please do one where Spencer and y/n gets into a really bad argument and then she's suddenly kidnapped by an unsub?

Word Count: 606

Author: Charlotte

No matter how much you loved your boyfriend, living with someone ended up with things getting on your nerves. Everything that had made you fall in love with him all those years ago no longer seemed to be cute and sweet, some of it pissed you off and at some point, you couldn’t bottle it all up again. With Spencer away for work for the last two weeks, you had thought that the short break from one another would help, but when he came back it all started off once again.

Whilst he had been away, you had tidied the apartment and tried to make the environment pleasant for you both to live in. As soon as Spencer got home, his bag was left in the living room and the next day when you awoke, half the bookcase had been spread around the room. It annoyed you that he hadn’t even mentioned the work you’d put into the apartment, and it was worse that he was so quick to return it to its previous state, but you did your best to stay calm. By the time dinner rolled around and he had stacked his dirty plate on top of the three mugs on the coffee table and it pushed you over the edge.

“What is my job, Spencer?” You snapped.

He looked up at you confused. “You teach kindergarten.”

“Oh, so you do know I’m not a maid then,” you retorted, letting sarcasm drip from every word.

Spencer seemed confused still by your words, not knowing where they came from as you had previously stayed quiet and calm. You picked up the dirty plate and mugs and showed them too him as you begun to stomp over to the kitchen.

“I know you’re tired from work, but that’s no reason to be a slob,” you frowned.

“I was going to put them in the sink before bed.”

You snapped your gaze back towards him.

“Is that why I found six mugs around your desk with varying levels of mould?”

He ran a hand through his messy hair. All he had wanted was a quiet, relaxing evening but you had put an end to that.

“Does it really matter?” He asked. “You always leave your clothes on the bathroom floor, and I just put them in the basket without complaining.”

A shocked laugh escaped you. “Without complaining? I could have left my shirt hanging over the rim of the basket and you’d act like I’d thrown the whole thing everywhere.”

“I’m sorry if it bothers me to want to go for a shower after a long day at work and find your bra in the tub.”

Any semblance of reason had now been washed from you. You let go of the dishes far from the edge of the sink, not caring about the clatter of them hitting the metallic bowl.

“You know what?! I’m done,” you exclaimed. “I can’t stay in this fucking apartment.”

“Where are you going?” He asked, rising from the sofa where he had been sat.

You grabbed your car keys as you slipped on the first pair of shoes you could find.

“Anywhere but here.”

Before Spencer could say anything else you escaped the apartment, slamming the door behind you. You rushed down the stairs and out into the dark carpark, unlocking the driver’s door and getting in. You rested your head against the wheel, giving yourself a second to breath. You leant back against your seat, closing your eyes for a moment.

Without a sound, a sharp piece of metal pressed against your neck, forcing a gasp from your lips.

“You’re early.”

[basiccortez]

Why word count: 4.0k masterlist

in collaboration with @capturethechaos

warnings: THIS IS AN AU, a work of fiction. this chapter contains: mentions of physical assault, mentions of sexual violence, mentions of torture, mentions of suicide, physical violence, stabbing.

When Emile first met the Kiszkas, Jake and Josh were newborns. Their mother was stressed out with having two small babies, and being the female face of the growing mafia. Emile had seen the good and the ugly with the Kiszka children, helping basically raise them. She tended to turn a blind eye to the evil things Jake had done, but she couldn’t ignore the bruised face of the girl that sat at her breakfast table.

Emile didn’t say anything, eyeing Jake down with a cold stare that sent shivers down his body. She paid extra attention to Y/N, asking if she was okay, and if there was anything she could do to help her heal quicker. Y/N just wanted to lay in bed, being up and around made her head pound. Emile agreed and went up to draw her a warm bath and place some pajamas and a blanket in the dryer so they would be warm when they got out. 

Everyone had cleared from the table, except Jake, who had felt much like a small child, waiting to be scolded. He loved Emile, he’d even admit, more than his own mother sometimes. He never wanted her to see the dark things that he had done. He hated seeing her broken heart and judgemental eyes as she looked at him. Emile cleared the table, trying to keep her calm, and bite her tongue but she couldn’t. Emile sighed as she picked up a plate and looked over at Jake. 

“I don’t say a lot about what you do, simply because it’s none of my business, but Jake,” Emile spoke, and slammed the plate down, making him jump, “What the hell did you do to that poor girl? Hasn’t she been through enough torture? You are going to be her husband, her protector. . . not the man who slams her face into a table.” 

Jake looked up at Emile, his eyes glassy, “I know.” His voice was small, as he felt like sinking into his chair and hiding away from Emile’s stare. 

“You don’t ever lay a hand on her. No matter how much she makes you angry. You have seen things no child should ever have to see, I know there is darkness around your heart, but this isn’t you Jake. This isn’t the Jacob I raised.” 

“I-I know.” 

“Do you?” Emile sighed, and picked up the plate she had slammed down, “Act like it then. I know this is a shitty deal, and your heart still hurts from being broken, but show her what it means to be safe, for once in her life.” 

“How? Everyone woman I’ve ever loved, t-they-” 

“Love is scary, Jake. And if it wasn’t then everyone would be in love with the first person they see on the street. You let your heart heal, baby. You let her in, let her see you with your walls down.” 

“What can I do right now?” 

“Take some tylenol up for her. Her poor nose and face have got to be hurting her. I also placed some blankets and pajamas in the dryer, you can take those up too.” 

Jake nodded as Emile turned to go into the kitchen to finish cleaning, “Thank you.” 

“It’s my job, sweetpea.” 

 — — — 

Jake sat on the masterbed fiddling with his thumbs as he waited for Y/N to get out of her bath. He had never been nervous before, but after hearing her open up briefly to Sam, and the talk with Emile, he was ready to open up. Jake had spent years suppressing his emotions, he had basically been trained to. Good leaders learn to put their emotions away, and not let them bother them. Jake never let himself feel, the one time he did had ended in tragedy. 

He sat up straighter as the door to the bathroom slid open, and Y/N stepped out, towel drying her hair. She gasped at the sight of him, fear filling her eyes. Immediate guilt flooded into Jake’s body, as she took a step back into the bathroom. He didn’t get a good look at her earlier, but now he could see the damage he had done to her. Her nose was swollen, purple and blue bruising stretched under her eyes, and a prominent cut on the bridge of her nose stuck out. 

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Jake said softly and Y/N shook her head. 

“I don’t believe you.” 

“Doll, I’m-” 

“Don’t fucking call me that!” She yelled, catching Jake off guard, “You fucking call me that and all I can fucking think of is him. Is that what you want? Everytime you call me that stupid fucking pet name to think of what he did? What he fucking ruined?” 

“You aren’t ruined.” 

“I am!” Y/N cried, throwing her towel down, “You don’t even know half the shit he did. He fractured me, but you continue to break me.” 

Jake shook his head and looked down at his hands, “That’s not what I wanted. This whole thing isn't how I wanted it.” 

“Me either.” 

“And no matter how many times I say it, you won’t believe me, but I am sorry.” 

“What changed your heart, Jacob? Hearing me say I want to throw myself over the balcony or because I called you his name?” 

“Neither. . . it was Katherine,” Jake said, peering up at her. Y/N looked down at her feet before taking a soft step forward. She had never brought up the female’s name since the night after the fight club. She knew that it was obviously a soft spot for him, and she didn’t want to make him more angry by poking the bear, “I loved her, actually, I think I still do. After everything that happened, I didn’t think I could love again, or feel that. I’m terrified of letting you get close cause I don’t want to have to tell your father I couldn’t protect you.” 

Y/N nodded, and sat down on the bed, leaving space in between them. She laid her hand down in the middle of the mattress and Jake did the same, their pinkies touching. They sat in silence, letting the weight of everything settle around them. There was still something unspoken in the air, the monster hiding under the bed, the skeletons in the closet, but neither of them knew where to begin. Jake looked over at her, the bruising on her face making him feel sick. 

“Andrew doesn’t think it’s broken,” Y/N said, her eyes still trained on the wall in front of her, “He said he would check again tomorrow when the swelling goes down. I’ve had a broken nose, so I don’t think it’s broken either.” 

“That’s good, I guess.” Jake cleared his throat, “Sam, Josh and Danny are out for the day. They went up to Gallatin to look for Dante at his old lady’s place.” 

“And why do we care about some little lousy street gang?” 

“Since your future husband decided to blow up some of that lousy little street gang’s stock houses,” Jake smirked. Y/N looked over at him and glared, “Sorry. . .  Dante roughed up some of the whores-” 

“Don’t call them that.” 

“Sorry, again, girls. The man you saw us with on your first night, he was a part of Dante’s crew. We dropped him off as a gift. Dante is pissed, he wants his revenge. We gotta off him before he does that.” 

“And you sent three men to lure him out?” 

“Three of my best,” Jake said, taking some offense, and sticking his chest out, “Josh made up the plan, Dante is greedy as fuck, he’s gonna lure him out like a cash pig, and then Danny will step in and finish him off.” 

“How long will that take?” 

“Not sure, probably all day. Danny is… very skilled in his craft,” Jake smirked and Y/N shivered, “He’s no Gianni Santiago, but he’s up there for most demented fucker I know.” 

“He’s so… gentle though. It genuinely scared me when I saw him kill that man.” Y/N spoke and Jake nodded. 

“He’s a dark kid, he’s seen some shit no one should ever have to see. He’s got ghosts. You remind me a lot of him, two broken souls drifting in the wind, trying to grab on to anything to help them stay above the tide.” 

Jake looked at her, his eyes searching into hers. He could see the coldness behind them, but he also saw the scared little girl she tried to push away. He had seen that look before, once in his own eyes as he stared at himself in the mirror. Jake carefully picked up her hand, lacing their fingers together, and giving her a gentle squeezing. She looked down at their conjoined hands and a shy smile pulled at her lips. 

“It’s just us today,” Jake spoke, “I know you haven’t had much time to plan this impending wedding so… I’m at your service today, I’ll do whatever you tell me.” 

“Anything?” 

“Within moderation.” 

Y/N pushed off the bed, letting go of his hand and walking to her closet. Jake watched as she reached on her tiptoes to get a beat up old composition notebook with a duct taped cover. He eyed her curiously as she walked back over and sat down next to him. 

“My wedding book,” She giggled and opened the cover, “Everything I ever dreamed about, I wrote it all down.” 

Jake took the notebook from her softly, and flipped through the torn pages. He laughed at the invite that was taped to the front page: 

Please Join Us for the wedding of 

Prince Harry, the Duke of Sussex 

and 

Y/N M/N Santiago 

“I think you’re a little too late for this one, love.” Jake said and Y/N laughed at the invite. 

“One can only hope.” 

Jake closed the notebook softly and looked over at her, “Looks like we got a lot of work ahead of us.” 

— — — 

The two had spent the whole day next to each other, working on various tasks for the wedding. The dining room table had been taken over by papers, and color samples. Jake had confirmed the guest list address with the information Sam had gathered, and Y/N carefully designed each one of them to perfection, making sure to incorporate the dark maroon color Jake insisted on having. They picked out flower arrangements, settling on blood red carnations and white roses. Jake had also set up a suit fitting for him and the boys. Y/N desperately tried reaching out to Sophie, knowing she’d rather die than not have her best friend standing up at the altar with her. 

“Fuck,” She sighed, throwing her phone on the desk. It had been over three months since Y/N had spoken to Sophie. She had called her every day, and sent a mass of text messages updating the missing girl on things that were happening, but everything was the same: radio silence and straight to voicemail, “When will Sam be back?” 

“I’m not sure, why? What’s wrong?” Jake said, looking over at her. She avoided his eyes and just shook her head. She remembered what Sam had warned her about, and would much rather stay on Jake’s good side, “You think your father would be okay if we just had a regular priest instead of a Catholic one?” 

“Do you want to be shot on sight?” Y/N said in a joking matter, but Jake just shook his head quickly. She shuffled awkwardly and sat up straighter, “Needs to be Catholic. He’s okay if we get married in the backyard and not in a Cathedral, but he’ll off us both if there’s not a whole ass Catholic ceremony.” 

“Sounds like a done deal to me then,” Jake said, closing the contact book in his hands. He set the book down, and looked at Y/N. His eyes taking in every bit of her, every scar, every blemish, every identifying feature. She glanced at him slightly, feeling his stare on her, “Tell me about your mother.” 

“What do you want to know?” Y/N sighed, abandoning her project of trying to find a bridesmaid dress for her missing friend. She leaned back in her chair and folded her arms across her chest, looking Jake up and down. 

“I just don’t know much about you,” Jake shrugged, “I know what Sam had dug up, but that’s it. Who’s the real Y/N Santiago? Tell me.” 

Y/N nodded, “My mother, God I don’t even know where to begin. . .” 

Y/N and Jake sat for hours in the office, just listening to one another share who they are. Y/N spoke about her mother, how beautiful and smart she was, how important her parents' marriage was to the way the Italian Crime Families were run, and how tragic her death was.

Y/N danced around the topic of Francisco, but Jake could sense the fear in the way she spoke. Jake had gathered from the info Sam had pulled that Y/N was there when Francisco killed her mother. Another man held her down as Francisco beat and tortured her mother, forcing Y/N to watch. 

Jake changed the topic, talking about his parents, who were hiding overseas in Ireland. He talked about his childhood, how everything was somewhat normal until his father survived an assaisnation attempt, and that’s when they started training Jake to become the face of the Kiszka Mafia. He also danced around a harsh topic: Katherine. Y/N’s mind was screaming to ask him about the female whose name fell so easily past his lips, but her heart told her not to, to let him tell her on his own terms. 

Jake had opened a bottle of wine, pouring them both a glass and setting the bottle down in between them. Y/N also talked about Andrew and Sophie. Jake smiled at the way she lit up and got much more animated when talking about those two. Her eyes were bright, and uncontrollable giggles fell past her pink lips as she told a story of how she and Sophie had run away from Andrew, telling him they were in Argentina when they were really in Brazil. Jake couldn’t help but laugh as Y/N snorted in laughter, and then broke into a painful moan, holding her nose. 

“Oh fuck, shit, this hurts,” Y/N groaned and continued to laugh. Jake tensed up as she tried to laugh through the pain, “Sophie would be fucking dying right now if she were here. She could tell that story so much better than I can.” 

“So they are your people,” Jake said and Y/N nodded. 

“The only two on this whole planet who gave a shit if I was breathing or not.” Y/N said sadly, “After my mother and everything, I lost myself. I lost who I was, my worth. Sophie and Andrew helped reestablish that. They made me feel safe, made me feel loved.” 

“I know what you mean, my brothers were like your Andrew and Sophie. After I lost Katherine, I completely shut down. They helped build me back together.” 

Y/N placed her hand on his and rubbed her thumb over the back of it. Jake smiled at the small gesture before pushing himself up from the desk, looking at the empty bottle of red wine. 

“More?” He asked, nodding to the bottle. 

“Sure,” Y/N sighed in content, leaning back in the chair. Jake nodded, standing up and taking the empty bottle to replace it with a full one. Y/N watched him leave, and went back to looking at the wedding plans. Her eyes scanned over the first draft of the seating chart as Jake’s phone rang. Her breath caught in her throat seeing the caller ID. 

“Do you mind getting that, babe?” Jake called out to her. Y/N reached across the dark wooden table, grabbing his phone and swiping the answer button. 

“Rafael,” Y/N answered. She could hear her father gasp in surprise, “What do we owe the call?” 

“You’re answering his phone now? You work quickly, Y/N.” The Don spoke and Y/N rolled her eyes, “I called to speak to Jacob, where is he?” 

“Working. Whatever you can say to him you can say to me.” 

“Andrew around?” 

The mention of the girl’s bodyguard had her shifting uncomfortably. She could hear it in her father’s tone, he was hiding something. Y/N had learned over the years how to read her father, picking out his tells. His voice always sounded softer and he avoided answering questions when he was hiding something. 

“Also working. What’s going on?” 

“That Jake?” Y/N could hear Gianni’s voice in the background. She closed her eyes and could hear all three of the Santiago brothers in the background. Jake appeared from the kitchen, setting the wine bottle down, with a puzzled look on his face, “You tell him about Sophie and the Francisco spotting?” 

Y/N was positive her heart stopped beating. That the blood in her body had frozen and she fell into shock. Jake grabbed the phone from her quickly, holding up to his ear, speaking in a hushed tone to her father and brothers. His eyes read her the best he could, but she sat frozen in her spot. Jake hung up the phone, setting it down and moving over to her. He kneeled in front of her, touching her softly. She jumped and Jake held his hands up. 

“It’s okay,” Jake said softly, “Can I touch you?” Y/N shook her head, “Okay, okay, um. . . so, Francisco kidnapped Sophie about 6 weeks ago when she got to Greece. Between Sam and Narciso, they’ve been looking all over the damn world for a hit on her. Recently they noticed there has been movement in Francisco’s bank account.” 

“H-He’s here?” Y/N spoke up, her voice cracking. Jake looked at her, and his heart broke. The look in her eyes was nothing but pure fear. He wished he could rewind the clock by three minutes, and decided to pick up his phone instead of her. Jake tested the waters, placing his hand on her knee gently. 

“We don’t know. I have my tech nerds and Sam looking into him daily, wherever he is, he knows we are looking for him. We’ll find them both, Sophie and Francisco. None of us, and I mean it, are going to let anything happen to you.” 

Y/N nodded softly, taking Jake’s hand in hers. For once, looking into his brown eyes she felt a little bit safer. Jake pushed himself up from the ground, and pulled her into a hug. She was caught off guard, he hadn’t ever touched her like this before. Every time Jake had placed a hand on her, it was always with an ill intention. But having his arms wrapped around her, holding her securely to his body felt. . . different. She pulled back softly and looked at him, his messy brown hair falling down his shoulders. 

“Can we go swimming?” Y/N asked softly. 

“Swim? Like in the pool?” 

“Nah, Jacob, in the fucking river.” 

“Smart ass,” Jake smirked pointing his finger at her, “Sure, go change.” 

“I think I’m good,” Y/N returned his smirk and walked over to the sliding glass doors that opened up to the patio and the infinity pool. Jake watched her closely, as her dainty hands gripped the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. His breath caught in his throat, watching as she stripped down to her bra and underwear. He smirked, noticing the red color as she ran and jumped into the pool. Jake watched as she surfaced, pushing her hair out of her eyes, letting it float around in the water.

“Coming in?” 

“Would you hate me if I didn’t?” 

“I already hate you.” 

“Ouch, that hurt sweetheart,” Jake said, placing a hand over his heart. He walked over to a pool chair and began kicking off his shoes and socks. Y/N bit her lip as he undid his button up, his back flexing as he pulled it off his tan body. She admired his toned stomach and arms, as he undid his belt, sliding his black dress pants down his legs. Jake walked over to her, slipping into the pool, careful to not get his hair wet. 

“Kinda cold,” Jake said shivering. 

“Warmer if you would just go under,” Y/N encouraged. Jake smirked and stepped forward, diving under the water, and grabbing her foot, making her gasp as she fell under water with him. Jake surfaced and Y/N soon after, breaking out into a fit of giggles. 

“Are you feeling better?” Jake asked her, “I’m sorry for not telling you about Sophie.” 

“It’s probably better that you didn’t,” Y/N sighed as she swam over to the side of the pool. She leaned her arms on the side, looking out into the garden below the patio. She could see the sparkle of the white roses in the moonlight, “Ya know I was just thinking.” Jake swam over to the side, positioning himself next to her.

“Uh-oh.” 

“Shut up,” Y/N laughed, splashing him. 

He chuckled, “What were you thinking? I hope it didn’t involve punching people in the face.” 

“Not this time,” Y/N smiled, “I was just thinking that I don’t want our first kiss to be in front of my brothers and father.” 

Jake did a double take, looking at her. He gulped and moved a little bit closer to her, his arm touching against her’s, “We can fix that, i-if you want-t.” He cursed himself for stuttering on his words. Y/N picked her head up and looked over at him. He pushed off the wall grabbing her body and pulling her into him. She let out a shaky breath, as Jake carefully brought his hand up to her face, running his knuckle over the scar that ran across it. 

“So pretty,” Jake whispered. 

Y/N shook her head, “Anything but that.” 

“I beg to differ.” 

“Well clearly, you gave me a free nose job.” 

“Y/N-” 

“Sorry, sorry, tough subject.” 

Jake rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around her tightly, pulling her so they were chest to chest. He could feel her heart pick up and start pounding, “You talk a lot.” 

He leaned in slowly, being careful of her nose, and placed a featherlight kiss upon her pink lips. He went to pull back, but Y/N grabbed onto his hair, pulling his lips back to her’s. Jake relaxed into the kiss, letting his hands run over the smooth skin of her body. She pulled back, resting her forehead against his. Her fingers tapped against his cheek as they held each other. 

“Y/N I-” 

“Jake!” The sound of running footsteps caused them to separate as a frantic looking Josh came running out to the patio. 

“What happened?” 

“Why didn’t you check your phone!? I called you! It’s bad.” Was all Josh said, before running back into the house. Jake and Y/N shared a look before quickly climbing out of the pool, grabbing towels and following Josh into the main part of the house. She gasped as she saw the sight in front of her. A barely conscious Danny, his face beaten and bloody, holding a growing seeping wound on his side. Sam tried his best to hold his friend up, but was struggling. 

“What the fuck happened?” Jake said, walking over to them, and holding Danny’s face in his hands. 

“I-it wasn’t just Dante, he was there too. They blindsided us, we were basically defenseless.” Sam grunted. Josh took Danny’s other arm and wrapped it around his shoulders. Andrew had already slipped past them, running up the stairs and grabbing his first aid kit, so he could patch Danny up. 

“Take him down to my office, I’ll be right there,” Jake said to them and Josh nodded, shuffling Danny down the hallway. 

“Jake, I-” Y/N started to speak but was cut off by Jake facing her and holding his hand up. 

“You better pray that he lives, otherwise, his blood is on your hands.”

 — — — 

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[teeth--eater]

dont think im gonna use this scene, and its a shame to go to waste, so heres a deleted scene from ranboos interlude :] its completely unedited, so. you know. mispellings abound. im not very good at spelling

Tubbo smiles at him when he walks in, gestureing him to sit next to him. Ranboo smiles back, a bit timidly, and takes the seat to the left of Tubbo, leaving the late crewmate's seat empty.

A plate is set down in front of Ranboo by Phil. Ranboo thanks him queity and starts eating. He's been especially hungry these past few days, all this stress is starving him. Phil gives him an amused look at his hunger and Ranboo makes an effort to slow down.

"So, what does the ICA have you doin' Ranboo?" Tubbo asks, breaking the silence and making Ranboo jump a little.

"Here?" Ranboo squeaks. Tubbo laughs.

"Yeah here," Tubbo says.

"Oh, I'm really just here to make sure you guys arent like...criminals? Or at least not putting Tubbo in any danger."

Phil's wings puff up slightly.

"Why are they sending (I)you to check for danger?" Phil says, voice suddenly hard. Ranboo looks down, embarrassed.

"Oh, not like that Ranboo," Phil says hurriedly. "I just mean, why would they send a student to make sure another student is safe? That would put both of you in danger."

Ranboo picks at his food.

"Well, uh- I kinda couldn't say no? Like- I could have, but if they told me later that I had said yes I wouldve belived them, you know my- my memory. Besides I- I dont do super good in my classes and they-"

Ranboo takes a breath and hopes the others dont notice how his voice is shaking.

"I think they wanted me out of the way." Ranboo says thinly. The table is silent, but Ranboo doesn't look up from his food to see their expressions. Horrror slowly rises into panic. (I)Why had he said (I)any of that? They didn't ask for his life story!

Wilbur stands up, slamming his hands on the table and stomping away. Ranboo sinks further in his seat, wanting to sink into the ground and disappear. Techno makes a strange huffing sound that Ranboo is (I)pretty sure means anger, and clears his throat. Ranboo looks up at him warily. The captain's wings are partially spread behind him, though he doesn't seem to be aware of the threat display.

"You dont deserve to be taken advantage of, Ranboo," Phil says sternly, then lets out a frustrated hiss. "Fuck me, once it gets out that the school is using disabled students as their canon fodder there'll be an uproar."

Ranboo shoots to his feet.

"No! The school has good people, I'm just- I'm stupid, a waste of resources-" Phil rises too, almost comically shorter than the enderian, though his wings are fully expanded, each tip nearly brushing the opposite walls in the dining room. Ranboo shrinks back.

"Who is telling you this?" Phil asks, deadly calm. Ranboo's tail curls around his leg nervously.

"No one," Ranboo whispers. Phil steps forward.

"Ranboo, what is going to happen to you when you go back?"

Ranboo breaks.

"They're going to kick me out," Ranboo chokes out, hands coming up to hide his face. "I dont- my haunting kicked me out too- I was- I couldn't hunt because I got lost and- and I couldn't do (I)anything right! I wont- I wont have anywhere to go."

"Ranboo, I'm going to talk to the school," Philza says, though the threatening undercurrent in his voice tells Ranboo there will be a little more than talking involved with that interaction. "We can figure this out, okay? Responsible adults may not be a concept you're used to, but you dont even have to worry, we'll handle it."

Ranboo takes deep breaths, trying to steady himself. He fails, his breathing is shuddering and too-fast, but he's still breathing, so he counts that as a win.

He might not be in a little bit if the embarrassment of what he'd just admitted kills him first, which is looking increasingly likely.

Ranboo looks in Phil's eyes, ignoring the immediate longing to break eye-contact, and sees nothing but honesty there. He nods.

"Okay."

__________________________

He tries to retreat back to his room after that, but is pulled out of his plan of moping with his head under a pillow by a hesitant knock on the door. Ranboo sighs deeply and gets up to answer it. It's not like he can ignore any of the crew, but he's had a pretty rough day and breakfast is barely over. Can't he just be left alone.

"It's bullshit that people take advantage of something you cant control," Wilbur says, voice steady. "Write down everything you want to remember as soon as it happens. People wont be able to lie to you anymore."

Ranboo opens the door to see Wilbur, and winces internally, wondering what he had done to upset the phantling this time.

"Hi Wilbur," Ranboo says nervously. Wilbur's tail is flicking, and he isn't looking at Ranboo, but he holds something out to the enderian all the same. Ranboo takes a step back, thinking, a bit hysterically, that it's a bomb of some sort.

With that vague statement, Wilbur walks back to the main body of the ship, leaving Ranboo staring after him. Once the phantling is fully gone, Ranboo turns around and sits at his desk.

Ranboo takes the book from Wilbur's hands, a bit shaky. He flips the pages open, revealing hundreds of pages of lined paper. He looks back up at Wilbur, eyes wide.

"This is for me?" He asks, awed. Wilbur nods, still looking a bit uncomfortable. The phantling closes his eyes and pushes his ears back, a gesture of apology if Ranboo is remembering right.

"I'm sorry I've been so... dickish." Wilbur says. "I- I've got a lot to protect."

He writes the date, the time, and then 'Wilbur gave me this journal and apologized'.

He stares down at the writing. The knowledge that he will be able to recall this fact, this thing that happened is... new. It's good.

Maybe really (I)can get better.

_________________

and cut! far too soon for resolution, weve got quite a bit more angst to slog through before we see the shore,

[drakenology]

Arguments - feat Bakugo, Todoroki, Kirishima and Tamaki Amajiki

author’s note: i’m feeling angsty today. so this is gonna be about arguing with some of the bnha characters. anyone else feel off today? just me?

warnings: swearing, angst, fluff 🥺, and suggestive themes not full on smut. characters aged up! some of these are long.. i was feeling dramatic

headers from @annicon

Bakugo

as much as i love this man i can admit he would be SOO stubborn

would get frustrated easily

yells 🥺

he knows when to walk away when the conversation isn’t getting anywhere which is good

would NEVER hurt you (i’ve seen ppl write that this mf hits you... girl...domestic violence is not an aesthetic.)

he isn’t the best with words so it’ll take him a little while to admit he’s wrong because he can’t verbalize how sorry he is sometimes

when he does he’ll hug and kiss you and apologize like a million times after he’s done being a stubborn little prick.

gives you the best “i’m sorry “ dick imaginable holy shit

Bakugo done did it. He pissed you off. You were already having a terrible day and then you come home to this motherfucker with a bunch of people over after you told him that you weren’t in the mood for company. So for the rest of the night when everyone left, you gave him the silent treatment knowing that he HATES when you ignore him on purpose.

“Y/N?”

You say nothing, continuing scrolling through your phone to look like you were preoccupied.

“Y/N, what’s your problem? I know you hear me.” Bakugo persists.

You ignore him, turning your back to face him. He grunts and grabs your shoulder, turning you back around to face him.

“Y/N if you’re pissed at me just say that. But ignoring me is fucking immature and it’s pissing me off!” He yells. Translation: “What did I do? 🥺”

“I’M pissing YOU off!? That’s funny. Because it’s not like you didn’t completely ignore my fucking feelings tonight. Why did you invite Kirishima and Denki over after I specifically said I didn’t feel like playing fucking HOSTESS!” You shout back, throwing your phone somewhere.

“Are you serious!? I never told them to come here they just showed up. What was I supposed to do tell them to piss off!?” Katsuki asked.

“YES!” You scream, annoyed that he’s not getting the reason why you’re upset. You never minded having Bakugo’s friends over but you just wanted to have a calm night with just the two of you. You were exhausted and fixing dinner for you and 3 other people and listening to loud chatter about sports and video games was not on your to-do list.

“This is so fucking petty! I don’t get why you’re so mad that they came over.” Katsuki said shrugging his shoulders.

“That’s the problem, idiot! You don’t fucking get it! I worked all day today. I just wanted us to relax but no, you wanted to have a fucking guys night in my living room! It’s the complete disregard for my feelings that’s pissing me off not the fact that they came. I told you I was tired and you having them come over anyways was like a big fuck you to me!” You explain, your face pulled into a face Katsuki knows is your angry face. Bakugo sighs, not ready to admit that he was wrong.

“Tch. Whatever. I’m gonna go sleep on the fucking couch. Let me know when you’re done being fucking frigid.” He shouts, clearly out of anger.

“Fine.”

“Fine!”

Katsuki leaves your shared room and slammed the door, you throwing yourself onto the bed. You feel tears sting your eyes as you sob into your pillow. You hated fighting with Bakugo, and you knew he hated it too. He has a hard time expressing himself without getting defensive sometimes. But you knew he felt bad. You sigh and close your eyes and go to sleep.

The next morning you get up from bed and get ready to start your day. You shower and brush your teeth, you and Bakugo strategically avoiding each other all morning to go and do your daily routines. You didn’t utter a word to each other. Just questions and short answers.

“Got work?”

“Yup.”

“When?”

“7:30.”

The silence killed you both as you sat at the table and ate breakfast, Bakugo’s face pulled into a frown as he ate. You roll your eyes and go to put your dishes in the sink and grab his once he’s done. You can hear him get up from his chair as you wash both your plates and dry them. You had assumed he was leaving so you just wash all the rest of the dishes without turning your back. Suddenly you felt familiar arms wrap around your waist.

“Let me go.” You say, tearing up at the sudden touch. He was trying to make up with you and you were so ready to forgive him. The tension was almost too much to bear. This fight was small and it turned into something way bigger than need be.

“Not until you listen to me. I’m sorry, ok? I should have never yelled at you the way I did. And calling you frigid wasn’t ok either. I shoulda just told everyone to go home. We have those dumbasses over all the time. One night wouldn’t have killed me. I’m sorry. Can we just forget this shit ever happened? I hate it when you’re mad at me.” He pleaded, burrowing his face into the crook of your neck. You smile and turn around to look at his face, cupping his cheeks in both your hands as you stand on you tip toes to kiss him. He kisses you back eagerly, happy that you and him are back on good terms. He pulled away from the heated kiss and looks at the clock on the microwave.

“6:30...we still have an hour to kill. If you’re late I’ll drop you off.” Katsuki says, his eyes turning dark with feral lust.

“Late? What are yo-“ you’re interrupted by Bakugo pulling you into your bedroom with determination to make things right.. his way.

Tamaki (🥺 my new found love)

Tamaki is NOT a confrontational person so arguing with you is really hard. He hates raising his voice or even getting to a point to where he’s angry because he doesn’t want to think about hurting you in anyway.

He’ll shut down and turn cold or try and act nonchalant.

he might even avoid conflict by changing the subject

if he’s riled up enough though he’ll cuss you out.. to his dismay

doesn’t like being mad at you and vice versa

hates arguments.. like honestly can you just get over it so he can eat you out now?

speaking of eating you out, he gives apology head and he won’t stop until you say you forgive him.

Tamaki didn’t like to admit it but he was really jealous. Like really really jealous like YANDERE type jealous. You and him were out to dinner with Mirio so you were all chatting about mindless nothing, catching up like you always do. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary for you but to Tamaki it appeared that Mirio was a little too playful at dinner with you. He was cracking jokes and poking fun and Tamaki took it as him flirting with you; which Mirio would never disrespect your relationship like that. Rage sat in the pit of Tamaki’s chest as you laugh at all his jokes. He was furious but hid it pretty well for the night.

“And then Tamaki wet himself in front of the whole class when I scared him with my quirk in middle school. Can you believe it?” Mirio laughs, causing you to laugh at the thought.

“Oh leave him alone, Togata.” You giggle, waving your hand in front of your face to stop the tears from laughter. He had been making you laugh all night all to Tamaki’s disliking. He was quiet all dinner, which you noticed immediately after Togata’s last joke.

“Hey Tamaki, is everything ok?” You ask, concerned that he might not want to be out anymore.

“Yeah.” He said coldly. “Actually I’m just gonna go to the car. I feel kinda sick.” He stands from his seat and walks to the exit, absolutely fucking furious that you were “flirting” with his childhood friend right in front of him.

“Awkward. What’s up with him?” Mirio asks, completely dumb founded by Tamaki’s sudden disappearance.

“I dunno. I’m gonna go to the car and see what’s wrong. Do you mind?” You ask, standing from your seat.

“Nah that’s cool. I’m actually gonna head out. You go on ahead, Y/N. I’ll take care of the tab.. this time.” Mirio jokes. You giggle and thank him, walking towards the exit. You walk through the parking lot and find the car, seeing Tamaki sitting in the passenger side with his arms crossed across his chest. What was his deal? You open the car door and sit in the driver’s side to meet a thick tension.

“What’s wrong Tamaki? Do you really feel sick or are you upset with me?” You ask.

“Why don’t you ask Mirio? I’m sure he’ll be able to answer since he’s the only guy you talked to all night. It was like I wasn’t even there.” Tamaki says, calm but obviously pestered.

“Is that was this is about? Tama you know it wasn’t like that. Mirio has always been a jokester what’s the difference now?” You ask, getting a little upset at his accusation.

“The difference is that he was trying to make a pass at you. He was so obviously flirting with you.” He says, his tone becoming stern. You’re shocked at how he was getting, frowning at how unreasonable he was being.

“No he wasn’t, Tamaki.” You say, looking him dead in his eyes.

“Yes he was. I’m not about to fight with you about this he was clearly fucking flirting with you. He joked with you all night and you laughed at every single thing he said. You must want to fuck him, don’t you?” He asked, looking at you with some sort of betrayal in his eyes. This infuriates you.

“What are you talking about!? You know I would never cheat on you Tamaki. Especially not with your best friend. What’s with you!?” You ask sternly, not amused or pleased in the slightest.

“Whatever, Y/N.” Tamaki says, looking out the car window while turning the other way so he’s not facing your side of the car. He knew this was stupid and he knew your loyalty was never to be questioned but he couldn’t shake this feeling of jealousy.

“No. You don’t get to start a fight and then blow me off when you’re through arguing! Talk to me!” You yell, furious at this point. Tamaki shrugs, avoiding the situation entirely now.

“Just drive. I wanna go home.” He says, not taking his eyes off the view from his window. You roll your eyes and start the car, pulling out of the parking lot to start your way home. The drive home was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. You were so angry that you didn’t talk to Tamaki the whole way home, knowing you’d probably cuss him out if he said the wrong thing. Tamaki immediately felt bad after picking that fight. He didn’t know what came over him, he knew he had to make it up to you before you two go to bed angry with each other. You approach your shared apartment and park the car, silence still riddling the car. The tension between you both was intense and it scared you. You’ve never seen Tamaki this upset. Jealousy was always an issue for him but he’s never reacted this strongly.

“Y/N?” Tamaki says breaking the silence. You look at him, a little relieved that he’s talking to you again.

“I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that to you. I know you’d never cheat on me, of course. But I was just so jealous. It felt like you and Mirio were on a date and I was just the third wheel. The thought of him taking you from me drove me crazy. I wasn’t thinking. Can you forgive me?” He says, placing his hand on top of yours on the steering wheel. You sniffle, tearing up at his apology.

“Tamaki, I’m sorry I made you feel like that. I love you so much. No one could ever take your place, not even Mirio. I’d never betray you like that, ever.” You sob, tears flowing down your face. Tamaki questioning your loyalty really hurt your feelings and he hated seeing you cry.

“I know that. Please don’t cry. I’m so sorry, Y/N. It was so stupid of me to even assume.” He says, taking his hand and wiping your tears away. He took your hand and gave it a sweet kiss to soothe you, rubbing circles with his thumb on it as he consoled you. You giggle and wipe your tears, happy that you guys made up after that silly fight.

“Let’s go inside.”

Todoroki

arguments between you two get heated. It gets to a point where sometimes you don’t speak to each other for days. he’ll definitely give small reminders that he still loves you to butter you up to alleviate some of the tension.

raises his voice

just as stubborn as bakugo

to a fault of his upbringing facing his emotions was hard for him sometimes, causing him to be cold when you fight

when it’s time to get over it and make up he’ll make it a huge event; flowers, chocolates and lots of freaky apology sex

cant stand arguing with you just like tamaki but wont back down in the slightest

is sure he doesn’t say anything harsh to make the situation worse.

“Why are you being so stubborn?!” You shout at your bi-colored haired boyfriend. The two of you have been fighting all day to your surprise. Shoto was usually easy going and you two hardly fought. But today, a bug seemed to have crawled up Todoroki’s ass and he’s been picking fights all day. You’ve been arguing about small things like who left the bathroom light on or who ate the last hot pocket. Right now it was an argument about when you’re going to meet his father Endeavor. It’s been almost a year since you two have been together and you don’t even think his father knows you exist.

“For the last time Y/N we’re not going to my dad’s house. That’s final! You can argue with yourself about this. End of discussion.” Shoto says, very annoyed at the thought of being near his father. He still couldn’t stand him, even as an adult. He can’t bring himself to bring you around him because he knows how he can be. If he even says something slightly rude to you he’ll flip the fuck out. You groan in frustration, wishing he’d at least consider.

“He doesn’t know we’re together does he!? What am I to you some secret? Why did you stay with me all this time if your family doesn’t even know I exist !?” You shout, tearing up with seering anger.

“It’s not that. Of course he knows we’re together; my whole family knows! Why do you want to involve him so badly?!” Shoto yells.

“Why wouldn’t I want to meet my fucking boyfriend’s father!? You’re not making any sense.” You say, getting more and more frustrated as Shoto makes excuses.

“You know what? Fine. We’ll go meet him tomorrow. But as soon as he treats you like you’re not good enough for me don’t be surprised when I tell you I fucking told you so. God you can be so stubborn sometimes.” Shoto shouts, rolling his eyes at you.

“Oh I’M stubborn!? That’s rich coming from you. You’re being so unreasonable right now. I know you and your father-“

“YOU DONT KNOW SHIT ABOUT MY FATHER. Stop speaking on things you haven’t the first idea about!” Shoto yells, punching a nearby wall. (Oop.) You flinch, shocked at how angry he got so quickly. You tear up and run off to your bedroom, Todoroki immediately regretting getting so upset with you. He scared you and that’s something he never wanted to do to you under any circumstances. You cried yourself to sleep that night, angry that things got so heated. Why did he react like that? And why was he treating you as if you knew nothing about him and his father. He would vent to you about him all the time and you gave him advice when you could. But tonight you felt like you were nothing but an outsider. Shoto didn’t even bother coming into the room. He couldn’t face you after making you cry. Right now, he hated himself for treating you like that. He was just so afraid of his father’s judgement he didn’t want him to hurt your feelings with how crass he was. If Endeavor found the slightest thing wrong with you he’d never let you or him forget it. He could hear him now calling you unworthy of the Todoroki name. The thought alone enraged him. In his own cryptic way, he was trying to protect you from him but this was no way to do it nor did he have the right. Todoroki slept on the couch, missing your warmth against him in your bed.

The next morning the two of you drove to the Todoroki estates in silence. You were still pissed at him and Shoto didn’t want to say anything to further upset you. He was annoyed he was making this trip in the first place but he knew he had to man up for your sake. It was unfair of him to try and keep you away from his family especially since you would one day take on his name and be a part of the family when he married you. He knew he couldn’t keep you away forever, but god couldn’t he have had a little more time? He dreaded this day.

“Ready?” Shoto asks coldly, trying to hide his remorse from his tone. You nod, getting out of the car before he could walk over and open the door for you. Shoto is surprised and gets out with you, guiding you to his old home. He can’t lie, he’s so fucking nervous. What if he hates you? Not that he cares what he thinks, he’ll marry you anyway but still. He at least wants his blessing. You walk with Shoto to the main room of the home and wait for Endeavor to come downstairs. Suddenly you hear footsteps from across the room. It was him. He was tall and his aura was so dark and intimidating.

“You must be Y/N.” Endeavor says, looking down at your small frame. You nod, a wave of nervousness shooting through your body.

“N-Nice to meet you sir.” You bow respectfully.

“No need for that. Please, have a seat.” Endeavor says gesturing to the couch. You and Shoto sit down next to each other, Endeavor following suit by sitting across from you two.

“So.. how long have you two been together?” Endeavor asks, his booming voice almost sending an echo throughout the empty room. You gulp and look towards Shoto.

“10 months.” He answers for you, taking your hand to calm you. You’re still mad at him but god you’re glad he’s doing his best to ease your anxiety.

“And you just now arrange a meeting? Hm.” Endeavor questions, looking at you as if he was scanning you to find something irredeemable about you. You look down at your lap, unable to keep eye contact with the intimidating man.

“I-I wanted to meet with you sooner. Me and Shoto fought about coming here last night but I convinced him.” You say nervously.

“I see. You seem like an ok girl. Shoto has had his fair share of.. inadequate women in his life so, you’re a step up from the rest.” Endeavor says, motioning for a maid to make you all some tea. You laugh nervously, Shoto squeezing your hand in annoyance. Was that a compliment?

“You two seem like you’ve been fighting.” Endeavor says suddenly, observing both your body language. You’re both shocked as you turn to look at each other. How’d he know that?

“What’s it to you?” Shoto asks, glaring at his father.

“Oh nothing. But if you’re planning on marrying this girl it’s probably best to not argue too much with her. Hell, she might up and leave.”

Shoto looks at you, pain in his eyes. The look on his face alone said “I’m sorry.” Shoto hated to admit it but his father was right. Fighting as much as you have been, especially the fight you had last night was toxic and could take a toll on your relationship.

You smile at him and turn to Endeavor

“I’d never leave him.” You say, snuggling closer to Shoto as he blushed. He was embarrassed that he was being so vulnerable around his father but he knew that only you could make this happen.

After a long conversation with Endeavor and Shoto, you leave with a feeling that you might have won him over. You think? He was hard to read, just like Shoto. He was more like his father than he likes to admit. Shoto opens the car door for you to get inside and then walks to the drivers side to come in. You sit in the car for a while, silent until Shoto grabs you and leans over to kiss you. You kiss him back, tearing up into the kiss.

“I’m sorry, snowflake. I can’t believe I raised my voice at you like that. I was just so scared that he was gonna hate you and say something disrespectful. I should have just told you that instead of being defensive. I’m so so sorry I scared you. Please forgive me. ” He pleaded, peppering kissing on your face.

“I know. And I forgive you.” You giggle, pulling Todoroki closer to you to kiss him again.

Kirishima

Out of all the boys he’s the least stubborn when it comes to fighting. But don’t be fooled, he’ll argue you down. he’s very good at managing his temper when it comes to you.

Regrets starting a fight in the first place

Just wants to cuddle and go back to normal

But when he’s angry hooo boy

doesn’t even yell, he’s like a calm angry which is terrifying

tries talking over you, trying to plead his case

will not rest until the situation is resolved and over with so you guys can move on

like all the others... apology sex

will try not to lose his patience

You and Kirishima had been together for a while now so it was only inevitable that you two have your first fight. You were always a vigilant person and wanted to help others even though you were quirkless like Deku was at one point. Kirishima is protective of you to a fault and the thought of you getting hurt or worse didn’t sit well with him at all. You assured him that you were capable of taking care of yourself and protecting yourself but he wasn’t having any of it. You spent years perfecting your martial arts skills, training your ass off for countless hours everyday and he knew that. But he didn’t want you to one day meet your match without him there to protect you.

“Y/N, drop it. You’re not going on missions with me and that’s final. It’s too dangerous.” Eijiro said, his brows furrowed. He was trying not to lose his patience with you but you kept insisting. He just wished you’d forget about this whole thing; for your safety.

“You don’t have the right to tell me what I can and can’t do! I’m fully capable for taking care of myself and you know that.” You yell, irritated at your boyfriend underestimating your abilities. Eijiro sighs and stands up from the couch to stand in front of you, inching so close you could almost kiss.

“I’ll die before I let you go out there. Do you know what would happen to me; to your friends and family if something happened to you!? We’d be crushed. Please just drop this.” Kirishima says, wanting to avoid this conversation all together. But alas, nothing was changing your mind. You were very head strong and stubborn to no avail so you weren’t going down without a fight.

“You can’t stop me!” You yell

“Oh I can’t?” Eijiro challenged.

“No. You can’t. You can’t treat me like a child, Eijiro.” You say. “How can you say I’m not ready if you don’t give me a chance to prove I am!?”

“Because you just aren’t! Okay!? You say you’re not a child but you’re acting like one and a petulant one at that. Just drop it! God, you can be so stubborn sometimes. Don’t you see I’m just trying to keep you safe!?” Kirishima yells, instantly regretting raising his voice at you and losing his cool. You tear up, furious that he’s treating you like some kid. You grab your stuff and prepare to leave his apartment.

“Where are you going?” Kirishima sighs

“Fuck you, Eijiro.” You say, walking away from him and going outside to cool off. Kirishima tries to grab you before you leave but you snatch your arm away from him and walk outside with a huff and a slam of the door. You wipe your hot tears away and start aimlessly walking down the street to go home. Hell, you don’t even know your way home from Eijiro’s place but you’ll be damned if you go back there. As you walk you see Kirishima’s car pull up to the side of you, driving slowly to keep up with your walking pace.

“Y/N please get in the car.” He says out the car window

“No! I don’t wanna talk to you so just go away!” You yell, continuing to walk as the brisk wind assaults your bare skin. Dammit you forgot your coat.

“Y/N! You’re being ridiculous just please get in the car. You left your jacket; it’s freezing out here!” Eijiro shouts, getting out of the car and grabbing you to pull you inside. You groan, obviously being overpowered by your strong boyfriend. Kirishima slams the door and gets back inside, drives back to his apartment and parks in the driveway. He sighs and leans his head on the steering wheel.

“I’m sorry I got so heated with you. But can you blame me? I’m worried about you. Sure we’ll be on these missions together but what if something happens? What if I’m not there to protect you when something goes wrong? These missions are unpredictable; anything could happen and I’d literally die if even a scratch is put on you.” Eijiro pleads. You start crying, sniffling at his words. He was right to be worried.

“I love you, Eijiro and I appreciate you being so concerned about me. But that doesn’t give you the right to shelter me. You can’t just force me to not follow my dream.” You sob, wiping your tears away. Eijiro grabs your hand and kisses it.

“I know. I just can’t bear the thought of you being hurt. But if this is what you really want, I have no choice but to at least see this through.” Kirishima says, holding your small hand in his two massive ones. You smile, putting your other hand on top of his.

“Thank you. Also, I’m sorry for saying fuck you to you. That was mean.” You say pouting.

“It was. Hurt my feelings.” Eijiro said faking sadness, immediately laughing as he watched your face frown up again at the thought of hurting his feelings.

“Oh shut up.”