#BARKING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

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[theorist-fox]

Can I interest you in some silly sex with Simon? 🧎🏻‍♀️‍➡️

18+

Word count: 1k.

CW: nothing really. Just silly sex. Just giggling sex. Just I-need-to-give-this-man-some-humanity sex. Simon is ticklish and you find out, that's the plot.

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You look delectable straddling his hips.

Naked and soft, plump tits sitting prettily in his hands. His thumbs swipe idly around your perked nipples as you ride him slowly, early morning sun peeking through the curtains and lapping at your skin. What a way to wake up, what a sight.

He stares at your lips and how they part for him—something he still has to get used to, though he probably never truly will. How dulcet does his name sound if it’s your voice whispering it, how beautiful your eyes when they take in his face.

Soft hands are pressed on his chest for leverage, and you’re treating him with a view he keeps pinned to the forefront of his brain—gliding your cunt until you’re chock-full of him, stroking yourself until you’re shivering.

He likes it when he’s on top, sure. He’s used to taking the lead and orchestrating every detail, in and out of the job. 

But when you allow him to sit back and take it? Hell, sign him up. He’d do it every day. Especially when it’s this lazy sex here, in which you’re canting your hips to cum before he does, giving him the blissful chance of feeling you clench around him when he's still hard. 

Goosebumps rise under your nails as they graze down his chest and brush his stomach. Your hands wander blindly on his belly, then his sides, as you clock his eyes with your heavy ones, panting softly, idly—my beautiful, beautiful girl.

But then you inadvertently brush his ribs, and he stiffens—even squirms, and your movements come to a halt.

You blink as conscience returns to you slowly, and the room sinks into tense silence. His cock twitches inside of you when you tilt your head inquisitively, squinting your eyes.

Experimentally, you brush your fingertips against his ribs again, and his biceps flatten to his sides, trapping your hands.

Your eyes widen, and his do the same.

“Don’t.”

You gasp, “Oh my God.”

“Darling, no.” He warns, but you’ve clearly made up your mind already.

Your lips are curled in a smile that promises mischief, and he can only give up, sit back, and count his losses.

“Darling, yes.”

Simon feels your fingers wiggle under the tight press of his arms, but no matter his strength, they're seemingly useless against that playful resolve you're displaying.

His cock is still embarrassingly hard inside you, and Simon reckons it won't soften any time soon. You don’t seem eager to get off him either, thus prolonging the torture with each tiny movement you make.

He inhales sharply and fights tooth and nail to school his expression into neutrality. His eyes are narrowed, and his jaw is locked tight. The only thing giving him away is the flush of his cheeks, getting pinker by the second because he refuses to open his mouth to breathe a much-needed lungful of air. Knowing that if he would, he'd bark a laugh that would proclaim you as the winner of this fight.

He would never.

You roll your hips, then—cheap trick. He unravels with a shaky breath, and his biceps give out enough for you to slip your hands away.

And then, he knows he's done for.

“Cut it out.” He barks, trying to sound stern and miserably failing. He knows because you're laughing even harder.

Your fingers feel like tiny bugs crawling up his sides, and they make his breath catch in his throat.

“Never.” You say, with a grin that scrunches your nose. A smile that would normally make his heart throb, but right now just makes him wish he were a lesser man so he could throttle you.

“Fuckin’-“

You chuckle.

You evil little cunt.

Resistance lasts a few more seconds before he bursts.

It’s not a full laugh that leaves him; more of a wheeze that makes you chortle like a wicked witch. His chest heaves as your fingers frantically tickle his sides. Tries to get you off him by shaking his hips, but that only makes the two of you falter and moan, and then chuckle and catch your breaths.

His shoulders shake in a breathless, choking laugh that pitches upward as you continue with your assault (yes, assault—he is not being dramatic), eyes veiled with tears of frustration and mirth. He shrieks when your hands travel under his armpits—the sound makes you giggle in a way that would have him melt. 

“That laugh’s lovely, baby.” You say with a smarmy grin he wishes he could wipe with a kiss, hands unrelenting against his sides. “Sound like a kettle whistling.”

He tries to glower and push you off, but you’re surprisingly strong when you’re focused. Right now, your only goal is to apparently make him hate you—he'd rather be held at gunpoint than being forced to hold in a laugh that makes his stomach hurt.

Simon now looks shockingly harmless, with his cheeks flushed bright red and his voice an octave too high—wouldn't look dangerous if he tried.

“Tea ready, yet?” You add, batting your lashes, because why not rub salt into the already embarrassing wound marring his pride.

It’s that unfathomably stupid joke that finally makes Simon crack. He barks out a laugh that bubbles up his throat, rippling through his stomach so suddenly that you bounce above him. Your own laugh follows soon after, because each time you manage to steal one from him, your heart vibrates with loving triumph.

But still—he is Simon Riley, isn’t he? Member of Task Force 141. Lieutenant in the UK Special Forces, SAS. The Ghost. There is some pride in there, one he'd like to keep intact.

He tries to recollect his breath, sniffling, and his arms shoot out to wrap around your waist. He rolls onto his side, taking you with him.

It’s then that you find yourself in a position of utter disadvantage, on your back with your big brute of a boyfriend holding you down. You’re wide-eyed and still smiling with barely contained giggles, and he’d be lying if he said it doesn't make his heart soar.

Sure, he’s panting, still proper flushed and apple-cheeked, with shivers wrecking his spine and unshed tears in his eyes—but he takes great pride in having won yet another fight (again, not overreacting at all, if you ask him).

He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head.

You fix him with a look. “Simon, no.”

Before you can add more to your complaint, he rams his cock into you until your chest stutters, your lips mouthing around a shaky breath he drinks dry with a wet kiss.

He fucks you into the mattress, then—once, twice, until the remnants of laughter vanish from your face and you’re trembling in bliss, eyes rolled back under heavy eyelids.

He places a sloppy kiss down to your collarbone.

“Simon, yes.”

[cvnt4him]

Neighbors.

Week 1: new neighbor.

A loud knock at your front door woke you up out of your sleep. You choked on the huge amount of air that invaded your lungs when you inhaled, stumbling on your feet trying to go check the door. Your hair was a mess and you were stressed which is why you simply wanted to sleep your life away.

You open the door and look around to see no one there but a basket present on your door step. You him and pick it up, there were muffins and all kinds of baked goods inside with a little note on top and the cutest bow to tie it all together

Hi! I'm moving in next door and hope we can become good neighbors. #215 izuku midoriya.

For real? My guy couldn't have just spoken to you once he seen you? He had to be a good fucking guy? You sigh and shrug before closing the door and setting the baked goods down on your kitchen counter and heading back to bed, you'll be damned if you were gonna let some shitty neighbor ruin your one off day.

The baked goods had never gotten touched, they just sat as a decorative piece on your kitchen counter. You planned on throwing them out but the little bow was just too cute to give away, how frilly and pink it was. It was like the person who gave it to your knew exactly what you liked.

You sigh looking at them, they hadn't gone bad yet you could eat one if you wanted. You stare at them for a while before realizing, your supposed new neighbor gave you these so how come you've never seen them?

You groan and shake the thought away, you had to head to work and you don't have time to be worrying about some random loser. You grab your jacket before heading out of your house, locking the door behind you. You sigh while clutching your purse on your arm and stuffing your keys inside when you bumped into someone.

"are you fucking kidding me?!"

"oh gosh.. I am so so sorry! are you alright?"

You fell to the ground with a groan barking insults up to the person who had the disrespectful nerve to knock you down. You open your eyes and look up at the strong bulky man in front of you, it was early and the lights outside of your apartment complex were still on so you couldn't exactly see his face. You couldn't exactly tell if his hair was black or not.

He offers you a hand to get up with which you hesitantly take, you just insulted and yelled at this innocent sexy man.. he must hate you! Which is just your luck, a strong sexy man is practically thrown at you by God and you insult him. God you're really good at making people leave.

"I truly am sorry. I should've been watching where i was going."

The man spoke to you again holding your hand in his still as he held perfect eye contact with you, trying to be professional and apologize for his wronging. You couldn't even speak from how beautiful he was now that you could see his face, his freckled chubby cheeks and his worried eyes leering down at you to assure you're alright.

"I.. I.. uhm, yes I am okay, thank you. I'm sorry too, I suppose it's not all your fault i played a part as well huh. Haha..."

You chuckle nervously trying not to embarrass yourself, there was a sexy man in front of you, you seriously cannot blow this. He offers you a light hum with a tilt to his head and a polite smile before speaking.

"I'm your new neighbor! I left you a basket of baked goods from the local bakery about a week ago, sorry I haven't had the time to actually speak to you, im awfully busy!"

Holy hell. He was your new neighbor? The guy who left the basket? Now you have another reason to save and not eat them. You stammer on your words with wide eyes trying to find something good to say as to not embarrass yourself.

"oh that was you? Hah yeah! I devoured those instantly! Thank you so much, you're so sweet! Id love to talk to you more if you'd have me y'know i wouldn't want to like-- bombard you with my presence or anything like you're a god I shouldn't even-- not that i think you're a god-- you know what im just going to stop talking."

You sigh heavily and mumble a low "for fucks sake.." under your breath. Could you be anymore embarrassing? You feel as if you could die from humiliation. The way his eyes widen from the way you ramble on and on about him being a god is so devastatingly humiliating, if the earth were listening you'd ask her to swallow you whole.

The man simply looks at you with a blank expression and wide eyes for a second before giggling above you. Your eyes shoot up to him, had you not just embarrassed yourself? Do you still have a chance?!

"I wouldn't say I'm a god, haha! You definitely aren't the first to say that anyways you have nothing to worry about."

He could tell you felt embarrassed by the way you squeezed your eyes shut and balled your fists, he didn't want you to feel embarrassed over something small! He got compliments of such all the time, some are even worse than that so he considered it high praise anyways.

You two just sat there staring at each other for a minute in your eyes it was the most awkward thing in the world. To him it was just fun between friends, the fact he considered you friends despite meeting this once is wild.

He looked down at you with those melancholy emerald green eyes, you could see the whole world in them. They were so big and bright and held nothing but love and kindness in them.. you would drown in them if given the chance.. the things you'd do to--

"oh! Gosh, I've gotta go! Uhm.. I hope to see you soon?"

"uh, yes! Yes, of course. We'll be seeing each other very soon."

You say confidently before pausing to realize how creepy your sentence sounded. He lifted an eyebrow at your words before brushing it off with a nervous chuckle and a wave goodbye before he jumped away, yellow cape billowing in the wind as he did so. You watched him live with a sigh, he was so hot yet so sweet you couldn't believe this guy was living next to you. Well to be fair these were rather pricey apartments so you could imagine him wanting to be somewhere that's very elegant. Your apartments were pretty beautiful. You sigh and shake everything out of your head and begin heading to work.

You sat at your desk staring out the window. There was nothing to be done at the office today and you were just there mindlessly drifting in a space you didn't want to be in. A knock at your office door took you by surprise, you were startled and whipped your head around to see your supervisor. God you hated this guy, he never knew how to take a hint. He always helplessly flirted and did outdated and annoying pick up lines on you, you didn't want him to feel bad about himself so you always laughed or played like it was good. Unfortunately today you just didn't have it in you to entertain him.

"hey, y/n! How are you today, sweetheart?"

Ugh. What a pig. He could not be serious right now. 'sweetheart' ? disgusting. He was truly working your nerves and he'd hardly even spoken to you. You sigh heavily before fixing your posture and leading your throat.

"I'm here."

"cool cool. So uh, I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go out for drinks with me and a couple of the guys? Since y'know you helped us back those new investors? You're really great at what you do and you're so smart and--"

He started going on and on and on about how cool and smart and sophisticated you are. It was all bologna, he didn't give a shit about you or how smart you were. He just wanted to get into your pants and it was heavily obvious. So much so that you didn't have time to entertain this type of energy.

"look, I don't think so. Not tonight atleast, I mean I have a thing and--"

"please? You don't want to let me down so you? I'd hate to have to put in a bad word in front of our boss.. so could you just come?? For me?"

This motherfucking cunt. He was really gonna blackmail you into having drinks with a bunch of men who thought you didn't belong there? Just because you were a woman? You could not believe this was the hill you were dying on.

"fine.."

You let out lowly and defeated. You were successfully manipulated by some sleazy putz. You could only pray to God this schmuck keeps his word and doesn't say anything bad about you.

"atta girl."

He says with a smirk before walking off eyeing you through your office window. You were sick to your stomach at the thought of whatever was going on inside of his mind.

You sat between a couple of guys who all laughed loudly and looked at the game, they had a few too many drinks and were pretty drunk. You hated being around this kind of energy, it was uncomfortable but if you were going to run that empire one day you needed to be in with the crowd. You had another swig of your drink and chuckled nervously at the lame joke.

"and then I said; you'd have to let it from my cold dead hands!"

"mmm- couldn't have said it better myself, sir."

You say lowly raising your glass along with the other men at the table. They all laugh and silence then fills the table. You gulp down and look around to see them all looking at you. You felt so uncomfortable and nervous and so out of place. You'd never been this socially awkward in your life.

You couldn't figure out why they'd all looked at you like that. Until you looked down to see one of your buttons on your blouse was unbuttoned it showed the top of your boobs perfectly. You hadn't felt it unbutton so you had no idea that it was. You cleared your throat and covered yourself with your jacket before everyone looked away and fell into weak conversation about whatever came to mind.

Being the only woman sucked. This was your life and you hated it. However this put food on the table and got you away from your family so. If this is what it took you figured you could suffer a little while longer until you took this business off from under them. They were all old and uninformed with the new world we're all coming into, you however were prepared so the second you get these investors to recognize you were the real talent and brains behind this empire they'd hand it right to you. You'll be rich.

"I'm going to head out everyone. Have a goodnight."

You bow before walking out of the bar. You couldn't get out fast enough. You exited the building with a breath of fresh air. Being in there with all of those men was suffocating. You couldn't wait to read in the comfort of your own home.

"wait! Y/n! Where are you going? I thought you were gonna hang out with us?"

"i did. For 3 hours straight. I've had far too many drinks and I feel nauseous and it's raining quite hard. I'd like to go home."

You bowed slightly bidding him a good night one last time before trying to leave. He balled his fists and got rather angry with your words. He grabbed you by your wrists and yanked you into his chest, he held you closely with an angry face. His grip on your body and wrist tightened and you could smell the disgusting scent of the alcohol on his breath. It was nauseating.

"where the hell are you going. I told you to stay. You said you were.. were going to hang out with us. You don't want me to tell the boss about how you've been slacking, do you?"

You were terrified, he was drunk and being very rough with you. His grip continued to tighten around your wrist hurting you, you groan and try to push him away before he punches you. His rings bust your lip. You fall to the ground clutching your face in pain. You didn't want to appear weak.. so why had tears started falling down your face? Why couldn't they stop coming down.

"oh.. sh- shit y/n.. I'm so so sorry I didn't.. didn't mean to do that. You- you made me!"

He spoke trying to justify his actions, slurring on his words and hiccuping in between. You sniffled trying to get up holding onto the wall for a clutch. You could not believe this just happened. You were just assaulted by your supervisor. Someone in much higher power than you. You weren't dumb, you knew and were sure that if you even attempted to tell your boss to find a way to turn it around on you. There were few women working in that business and you were in a higher department than them all. You were just going to have to suck this up and push through it.

The man clears his throat and just looks down at you, he tries to help you up but you refuse. You push his arm away and simply get up on your own. You sniffle before spitting the blood that invaded your mouth onto the ground and walked away. You tried to hurriedly get across the street before the cars started moving again. The man called out for you telling you to wait but was stopped by the cars instantly zooming through the wet street.

You finally made it to your apartment wet, shaking, bleeding and in tears. This was something you never imagined would happen to you. You couldn't believe you'd just been assaulted and there was nothing you could do about it. You were helpless to help yourself. You rummage through your to try and find your keys you end up dropping your bag and breaking down. You fell to your knees and covered your face in your hands everything slipped out of your bag and the fact it fell made you even angrier. It was hard to find your keys and now everything was splayed out on the ground.

You were too busy having a mental breakdown to hear the heavy footsteps thudding behind you.

"y/n... Are you okay?"

You gasped lightly and whipped your head around to see the #1 hero himself. Standing above you before kneeling down to help you gather your things. You just look at him with wide puffy red eyes as he gathers your things and puts it all back into your purse for you. He stands and offers you a hand, you just look at him with a shaky breath before hesitantly taking it. He pulls you up into him and your face came flush with his chest.

You stayed there for a lot longer than intended before pulling back and clearing your throat. You sniffle and wipe your face with your hands before grabbing your back and fetching your keys from the ground. You turn back to him with a half assed smile that he seen right through.

"I'm perfectly fine, deku! Thank you for your concern!"

You say before trying to turn around to unlock your door. Before he grabs you by your shoulders and turns you to face him. He looked so concerned he couldn't help but gaso once he seen your lip.

"what happened to your lip."

"nothing-"

"y/n."

God.. the way he used your name against you was just too much. You didn't know if you wanted to cry or kiss him. You go down before fixing your hair and looking down to the ground.

"got into a fight with my coworker."

"are you sure that's it?"

"yes."

He didn't believe you. He seen right through your bullshit. He was rather stubborn as well he was going to stop pestering until you told him.

"I'm serious, y/n. What happened."

"nothing."

His eyes squinted before he pushed your door open and walked you inside. Was this motherfucker seriously just waltzing inside of your house like he owned the damn place?

"what are you--"

"hush. Where's your first aid kit."

"in the bathroo-- are you seriously about to rummage through my shit!?"

You yell as he walked away the second you got out where the kit was hidden. This guy was. A hero sure but why was he acting like your boyfriend. Or your dad. It was weird. Kinda hot but weird.

He came back with the kit and sat you down in your dining room chair, he set the first aid kit on the table opened it and grabbed what he needed. He had an alcohol wipe and he tly dabbed at you cut lip, you winced and closed your eyes from the slight burn of the cold wipe.

He finished cleaning you up and closed the kit and disposed of what he used.

"there you are, all fixed. Now are you going to tell me what happened or do I have to cook you dinner as well."

Yes please!

"no thank you. I'm fine."

"alrihht so tell me what happened."

"oh no I want I'm fine with not telling you what happened, I'll take the dinner thanks."

You say with a wink that makes a slight blush fall onto his cheeks. He sighs and heads into your kitchen, you chuckle to yourself and watch him go as you see the baked goods he gave you about a week ago. You told him that you are them all! Fuck he's gonna know you lied.

He stopped halfway into your kitchen before slowly turning to face you with a suck to his teeth. He hums and puts his hands. On his hips, fuck he looked so sassy and good like that..

"what happened to eating all of those baked goods?"

"i threw them all up..?"

"uh-huh."

He rolled his eyes with a smirk before opening them and grabbing you a muffin, he felt that you needed to eat and in actuality he was far too tired to cook. He doesn't know why he insisted on cooking for you as if he intended on cooking for himself.

"here. Eat up."

You look at it then up to him, you take it peeling the wrapper off then taking a bite. It was actually pretty good.

"thanks.. but what happened to cooking for me, eh, big boy?"

He gets quite flustered at the name a slight shade of pink dusting his cheeks before he clears his throat.

"just eat the damn muffin."

You chuckle and finish it as he takes your scraps and disposes of them for you. He was quite a gentleman. You didn't expect anything less from a hero after all.

He ended up staying for a little while longer, the two of you trailing off into random things you could talk about. Like jobs and favorite snacks and things you like to do in your free time. Just all sorts of random things. The current topic was what he moved here.

"well.. I just moved agencies and needed to be closer to it. I have a lot of locations but this is the one that needed my attention most and they basically just sent me here. This is only temporary."

Fuck. Temporary? You hadn't wanted this to be temporary you wanted it to last a lifetime. You feel like you know him and he knows you, like you're soulmates. You try not to show how down you are due to what he's just shared to you and respond with a slight hum. He noticed however, he was very good at reading people.

"something wrong?"

"no.. nothing at all."

He hums knowing you're lying. Something tells him that this is going to be your relationship for the rest of the time that he's here. Deku didn't really think when he acted, he grabbed you by chin and craned your face up to look at him. He had a stern face while he leered down at you, his Babyface looking so adorable the way he tried to be serious with you.

You were surprised by this and looked up at him with wide eyes. God he was so attractive and it's like he was so comfortable with you. Or maybe he did this with all of his fans, or people he just knew. Maybe he was a natural flirt, was he flirting? God what's going on.

He could tell you were deep in thought and that bothered him. He intended on making you feel better and yet you still seemed to be down. He didn't know what to do. Yet the only thing you could seem to think about was trying not to kiss him. You felt like you were moving closer to him and you were, he was too deep in his own mind to realize how much closer the two of you were getting.

With no thought in mind you gently grabbed his cheek with your hand and kissed his lips. His eyes widened at what was happening, he was so shocked that you had kissed him but hadn't wanted to pull away. You sighed into the kiss before pulling away, your breath slightly taken away. You kept your eyes closed because you could only imagine the heartbreak you were about to experience. You were sure he was going to let you down gently of course because he's just that kind of guy, but either way heartbreak is heartbreak.

It was silent but only for a moment before he cleared his throat causing you to look up at him and lick your lips before looking away quickly. You sniffle and turn your head to look at the ground biting the inside of your cheek. The silence was unbearable and you felt like killing yourself.

Deku didn't know how to react, he was mostly just speechless he didn't intend to give off that kind of vibe to you.. he just wanted to be a friendly neighbor.

"so uhm I'm gonna head out, if you're sure you're alright?"

He says standing and turning to you before heading towards the door. You were too nervous to speak so you just nodded aggressively before he hummed and walked out closing the door behind himself.

You could not believe you just kissed the number 1 hero.

AN: I feel like this is gonna flop bc it isn't smut n I'm mostly known for that but like I enjoyed making this and can't wait to make a pt2 it might take a while bc well...... Yeah. But uhm. Yeah!

[fantasyandshit]

The light and the dark

Type: series

Part: 2/?

Other parts here

Pairing: Azriel x reader

Summary:What happens when Feyre returns home for the second time, well the first time for Yn.

*3rd person pov*

Feyre sits arguing with Nesta as them, Rhysand, Azriel, Cassian, and Elain sit at the long table when the bang of a door swinging open sounds from downstairs and the yell of the youngest Archeron follows “I’m home” Yn stomps into the room with her head down before turning and shrugging off her coat, Feyre notes her sisters gained more muscle, and scars.

“Man this guy he fucking- he fucking clawed at my face man, like a fucking cat.” Yn still hadn’t noticed the fae in her room or the fact that Feyre had stood from her seat. “Oh um I was planning to uh go out to search for Feyre again tomorrow by the way.” That causes the four fae to freeze. She hadn’t known? Finally Yn turns to face the table and Feyre has just enough time to study the jagged talon scar across her face-the one from Tamlin. “Feyre?” Yn lunges at her sister, burying her head in her chest as she’s pulled just as tight, tears escaping both female eyes.

The girl turned far freezes as her sister pulls away and her hands move curiously to her ears, Rhysand growing more tense and ready to step in if needed, “gods I didn’t think you could get more beautiful sister.” A small smile graces Yn’s lips as she continues to study her sister.

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*yns pov*

A small humorless laugh leaves my sister, “I thought you’d hate me. That that was the reason you weren’t here the first time I returned?”

I freeze, my body going rigid, “you-you’ve been here before?” My face falls as it dawns on me, “Nesta, you lied to me! While I was out searching for my sister she was here? You never.” I shake my head, “I can’t believe you. I can’t, gods you really are a selfish bitch.” My mouth is open in disbelief pain and hate in my eyes.

“Yn. Please calm- calm down.” Feyre’s voice is so soft I barely hear it as she holds my arm, I turn to her and nod and that’s when I notice them. I’d been to worked up to notice the three males in the room, two adorning wings-Illyrians as I had read and the other what seems to be a high fae.

I storm to the violet eyed high fae knowing he’s the one that can transform to a beast. “You bastard! You took her from me!” Before anyone has time to react I’m on top of the male as he lies on the ground, landing blow after blow to his face. “You took her! You kidnapped her, what did you do with her? Why-“ Something cool carefully pulls me from the male with a soft grip around my waist. As I’m stood up I notice one of the illyrians-the one with red gems adorning his leathers has his head tipped back in a barking laughter, the other stands, shadows I hadn’t noticed before swirling him; that’s when I notice, the thing that picked me up was a tendril of his shadows. I look down and touch it curiously, it scurries up my face, curling around my ear and caressing my face. A smile graces my lips, “hello little guy.”

“Yn. This is Rhysand. He is not the one who kidnapped me, he is the one who saved me. And this is Cassian,” she points to the Illyrian who was laughing, “and that is Azriel,” as he’s addressed, the shadow floats over to him.

I turn to ‘Rhysand’, blood drips down his nose and split lip. “How do I know he hasn’t threatened you into saying that?” My eyes never leave the male as he smiles.

“I can show you, I can show her memories if she is ok with it of course.” He turns to my sister and she nods, her small smile still there in encouragement.

“Fine.” It comes out a strangled sigh before my eyes glaze and I’m shown everything. Afterward I turn to my sister, seething. “I have at least a dozen names to add to my list of people I shall kill.” Cassian laughs again, and I spin to face him, “do you have a problem? Is it just you or are all you Illyrian males like this?”

“It’s just him.” Azriel has a small smirk painting his lips, “he’s quite immature.” The male sticks his gloved hand out to me, and I take it as he bows slightly and kisses my star flecked hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Feyre speaks very highly of you.”

“The pleasures all mine.” We stare at one another longer than what is considered necessary before I clear my throat and back away, “how do you control the shadows?”

My question seems to catch him by surprise as one of said shadows- as if called comes to twirl around my hand. “I’m what’s known as a shadowsinger, I don’t control them per se, more speak to them, understand their language.” Everyone watches for a moment as the shadow continues to twist around me like a dance, more joining it. “They’ve never acted like this with anyone. I’m sorry.”

“No dont apologize,” my grin is directed to him now, “I think they’re quite lovely.”

The night goes on as I ignore my two eldest sisters and continue talking with the fae before they must leave with a sad goodbye.

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Prompt 9 - Forget

@wolfstarmicrofic June 9, word count 533

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He didn’t even know why he’d picked up the box from the sand as he walked away from Remus. He didn’t know why he kept holding Remus’s hand either. Or why his body had reacted the way it did when Remus had licked that damn chocolate off his fingers. 

The water had been cooling, refreshing. The second he plunged beneath the surface his mind had gone blank, and he hadn’t wanted to come back up.

When his lungs were screaming at him, he looked up at the shimmering water above and kicked up. The oxygen that poured into his burning lungs was literally a breath of fresh air. But when he caught sight of the yearning, open-mouthed look on Remus’s face, he nearly sunk down again. Thank the gods for Minnie McGonagall. Her piercing commands stopped all other thoughts as he followed her instructions. 

“Sorry, Minnie. Won’t happen again.” He’d given her his best smile. 

“Mr Black, you are skating on very thin ice,” He’d gulped as she walked away. He did not want to push her too far. Then James had basically called him a manatee. Rude! And now here he was walking across the campsite with a treasure box full of chocolate coins and no idea why. 

He was lying on his bed looking up at the ceiling, trying to forget what a crazy person he’d been, when there was a quiet knock at the door. 

“Yeah?” He called, not bothering to get up. Remus cautiously walked through the door. 

“Hi,” Remus said quietly, looking extremely nervous. “I just—I just wanted to apologise,” Remus said, looking at the floorboards. Sirius was confused. 

“You didn’t do anything. Remus, it’s all on me. I overreacted. Ask James, it’s a known issue with me. The phrase drama queen has been thrown around a lot in my life. And this isn’t about your scar, just so you know,” Sirius tried to explain why he’d thought the only thing he could do at that moment was sink to the bottom of a lake.

“Scars,” Remus murmured. 

“Sorry?” Sirius was confused. 

“Scars, plural. I er, I have a lot. Of scars,” Remus’s face was bright red. 

“Oh,” It was a highly inadequate response, but he had no idea what to say. ‘Oh, me too.’ No, maybe. 

He let his head drop back onto his pillow as he drowned in his inner turmoil. “I’ve got scars too,” He admitted to the ceiling. If Remus could do it, so could he. 

“Oh,” Remus said. Sirius raised his eyebrows at him and they both burst into laughter. 

“Get over here, weirdo.” Sirius moved over on his bed, making room. Remus only hesitated for a second before he gingerly perched on the edge of the bed. “Properly.” Sirius barked out a laugh as he reached up to pull Remus down. He caught him by surprise and Remus ended up falling on top of him. Remus's quick reactions were the only things that stopped Sirius from getting squashed by the taller boy. He landed with his hands on either side of Sirius’s head. Sirius felt his heart skip a beat. He swallowed loudly, unable to stop looking into Remus’s honey-coloured eyes. 

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Chapter One: ‘To find a king’ Bridgerton Au!Anakin

a/n: some of this is going to be time accurate but i’m definitely taking creative liberties 😭 im not a historian so please don’t come for me if certain parts are unrealistic for the time (this goes for all future chapters as well btw)

you take a sharp breath in as the air is pulled from your lungs with the tightening of the corset. your lady-in-waiting finishes with one final tug on the laces that makes you huff in protest. “sorry your highness” She says in a brief whisper. “it’s quite alright Eleanora, you’re only doing your job” she nods in acknowledgment as she begins to put on your Pannier.

tuning back into the rather unpleasant conversation you where having with the man standing outside your bedroom door- Barclay your royal advisor had claimed the matter to urgent to wait for you to get ready before he spoke to you, Thus leading you to your current setup- “the people do not think you can rule without a king” he continues on with the same Argument you’ve been having with each other for days now.

“my father ruled by himself for years when my mother past” you counter while shuffling slightly so that Eleanora could put on your petticoats easier. “i’m aware your majesty but with all do respect, he was The king and you will be just a queen” as soon as the sentence leaves his mouth a bitter taste enters yours, glaring daggers through the door that you could only hope he’d sense. “i am not just a queen, i am The queen. its my birthright.” you state sternly as a final white decorative silk petticoat is placed on top of your other three petticoats. the process of getting dressed already aiding in your exhaustion that the conversation was providing you.

“i must remind you that you are not the queen yet. as of right now you are merely crown princess until your coronation day” he says matter of factly, god if your father hadn’t trusted him so much you’d have had him removed from the Castle effective immediately. unfortunately he was one of the only things aside from your own kingdom you had to remind you of him.

you had a feeling he knew this otherwise he’d be a lot less outspoken. regardless of all that you where still the soon to be queen and therefore had every right to put him in his place. “i’d choose your next words very carefully Barclay” it’s more bark than bite, the worst you’d do is send him off to his room for the day like a child who’d gotten in trouble for eating sweets before dinner but that didn’t make the threat any less real.

you hear Barclay take a deep breath, clearly trying to think of a different approach. “your majesty i of course see you as our queen, but the people not so much is what i mean. i think it pertinent to remind you the people must feel heard, and they want a king.” he tries and all you can do is scoff.

“utterly ridiculous, i am just as capable as any man” You reply curtly, moving your arms as Eleanora puts your dress on.

“it’s not necessarily that they think you ill fit, but you also must consider that a husband secures the throne..” your brows knit together in confusion at this admission. now standing impossibly still as engageantes where now being basted onto the elbow part of your sleeve, not wanting to get accidentally pricked from the needle. “secures the throne?” you ask unable to deduct what Barclay had been insinuating.

“with a husband comes the ability of an heir” a silence fills the air as he awaits your response. “oh” was all you could muster out as your mind now raced, how that had slipped your mind. You truly didn’t know but at the very least the need for a king made more sense in your mind now. Of course the people thought you fit to lead, but they also want to make sure you wouldn’t be the last.

“though that aside i think the people would trust you more with a man leading as well” Barclay said cutting off your string of thoughts immediately. you roll your eyes, wanting nothing more then to curse him out but you bite your tongue.

“he would not be leading- i would be leading and maybe i’d allow him to aid me” you say as Eleanora finishes, now just adding the final touches of jewelry and perfume. “your majesty-” he began clearly taken aback and slightly appalled by your statement. “Barclay” you cut him off, just wanting the conversation to end. “it is your most important role as queen to provide the people their future.” he chimes back, doing his best to redirect back to the main point of all of this.

you sigh, brows knitting together as you walk out of the bedroom now facing the Annoying man head on. “provide them a future by baring an heir- to place the weight of that on a child” you state slightly appalled at the thought. “you’ve handled it well” he points out, making your face sour.

“have I really..” you trail off, thinking back to your own childhood. you’d been blessed to have a father that tried to shelter you as long as he could. but of course there was a point where the truth was told and the weight of it all crashed down on you, at the time you weren’t sure if you would have rather known sooner. maybe it would of felt less world ending, then again you knew it wouldn’t have made it any easier to cope with. Having the entire kingdom of Alderaan watching your every move as you grew, a scary thought and even scarier reality you live.

“a husband then” you say forcefully pulling yourself from your own thoughts. Beginning to walk down the hallway with Barclay trailing after you. “correct” he says seemingly pleased with your sudden shift. though in your defense days of his constant blathering about finding a king had worn you down, at least you could say you put up a good fight. “easy enough i suppose” you say while mulling the idea over, keeping your head high as you walk towards the dinning hall.

“he must be of sufficient status” Barclay adds quickly making you pause and turn to face him.“how am i to find someone of sufficient status in such a short time between now and my coronation?” you ask in disbelief and frustration.

“well…” he starts clearly not having thought of that either. “whatever we do we’ll have to be discreet about it, if word gets out that you’re simply marrying a random Man just so he’ll fill a role- it would be a scandal. the people would question how much you truly care if you are to put a stranger on the throne beside you” he warns.

“well they wouldn’t have to worry about that at all if they just let me lead the way i wish. Without a King” you huff and yes you’re aware how childish you must be coming off, but come on marrying a man just to gain your people’s approval? it all seemed rather arbitrary. 

“your majesty.” Barclay says clearly annoyed, he looked like he was about to go on another tangent to explain why you must marry someone. the idea of having to listen to him go on and on again made a headache form and you quickly interjected before he could do so “yes i’m aware Barclay.. we’ll keep this a private matter for now, let’s not tell anyone including the royal council” you say reaffirming what he’d warned you about as you enter the dinning hall, honestly you weren’t even that hungry.

Between your conversation with Barclay and how tight your corset was you truly didn’t have much of an appetite at the moment. “it’s a matter of the people, for the people” he says surprising you. utterly confused you turn to him, giving your full attention. “i’m sorry didn’t you just warn me that if word got out it’d be a scandal?” you raise a brow at him, and he scoffs “i meant the people of Alderaan not the royal council” he states with crossed arms a unamused look on his face.

“my private life is non of their business” you say say with a glare, crossing your own arms mocking him. “your business is all of their business, you are the queen” he’s quick to point out and all you could do was laugh at the audacity. “i thought you said i was merely the crown princess? funny how quickly that view changes when needed” before he could fight back you hold your hand up silencing him. “we can discuss this more further later, currently i have more pressing matters to attend to. I mean it when i say we tell no one Barclay, not yet anyway.” you walk away before he can respond, off to do your duties for the day.

part 2

okay here’s chapter one🤭🤭 i hope you guys like it- i actually had a lot of fun writing this and researching certain things. this is going to be more of a reverse Queen Charlotte bridgerton story situation. 😗Anakin is going to be introduced in the next chapter, i’ve actually already got like two more chapters started so i’ll probably work on those tonight 😋 anyway i did go in with the intent to make this a one shot but quickly realized that was not gonna work if i didn’t want it to seem rushed 😭 so yea… anyways i think that’s all i had to say, have a good day huns Xx<3

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┈ ✧.* chapter iv﹕breakfast, books, and bedtimes

“Wakey-wakey, sleepyhead…” a feminine voice whispered from above.

You twitched at the sudden interruption to your sleep, blinking your eyes open once, then twice, and then snapping them fully shut before tucking under your blankets and turning the other direction.

“No…” you groaned, pressing your face into the pillow. “Five more minutes…”

“This isn’t a TV show, get up!” a different voice barked, yanking your blankets off.

Jumping up, sleep still plaguing your body, you lunged towards the blanket-thief, attempting to take your blanket back from their thieving hands.

“Give it back,” you whined, unable to pull it away from her.

“Nope! It’s time for class, no more sleeping!” she cooed.

You sat back in your bed, watching the figure as you slowly began to focus on objects, realizing it was Nami you were fighting.

“God damnit, Nami!” you hissed, stretching your tired body.

“I’m sorry,” Vivi pleaded, looking incredibly guilty. “Nami told me that we could wake you up, I didn’t know you would be so…unreceptive to the idea.”

“It’s fine, Vivi. I guess it’s good that I’m awake now. Do we have plans or something this morning?” you said, sluggishly getting out of bed and walking to your closet.

“Just breakfast,” Nami replied, sitting down on Vivi’s bed.

“With the boys?”

“With the boys,” she said, checking her phone. “They should be there already, want us to wait?”

“Nah.” You grabbed your shower-bag, towel, and fresh pair of clothes. “I’ll shower and be down in a little bit.”

“You sure?” Vivi asked, watching you walk into the small bathroom.

“Yeah, go ahead,” you called from inside, “I’m not leaving this room till I’m clean, you get me?”

“For sure,” you heard Nami sigh in understanding, “well, we’ll see you in a bit, ‘kay?”

“Got it!” You heard the door open and then shut, proceeding to then turn on the shower and hop in.

Once you finished and dried off, you changed into your clean clothes. After carefully brushing your wet hair, you quickly washed your face and headed out towards the dining hall. On your way there you checked your phone for the time, noticing a couple different texts from about half an hour ago.

| Straw Hat: Want brekfast with us? | Straw Hat: Hello | Straw Hat: Hello | Straw Hat: Hello | Straw Hat: Hello | Straw Hat: Hello

Oh, shit. Maybe this is why Vivi and Nami woke you up. You continued scrolling through your phone, seeing another text.

| Zoro: hey i took luffys phone away | Zoro: idk if youre awake so ill text nami  | Zoro: see you soon | Zoro: maybe Read 9:31 AM | You: yea shit my bad i was asleep | You: be up there soon!! | You: tell luffy that i’m nervous he’ll think i’m dead lol Read 9:32 AM | Zoro: lol

It took another minute of walking before you reached the dining hall, climbing the small flight of stairs to reach the top. Your appearance was immediately noted by your table of friends as you spotted Luffy waving excitedly at your entrance. Before he could scream your name—or whatever he planned on yelling—his mouth was quickly covered by Usopp who was then assisted by Sanji in dragging him back down to his chair.

You quickly grabbed a tray of food and made your way over to the table, sitting next to Vivi.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty!” Sanji cooed, giving you a teasing finger wave.

“She’s not a fairy tale character, you half-rate cook,” Zoro scoffed.

“The hell’s that supposed to mean, huh?” Sanji hissed, easily enraged by the words of his nemesis. “You tellin’ me she doesn’t look like a princess? What kind of gentlemen do you think you are?”

“I didn’t say she was ugly, I just think she’s not defined by the time she wakes up,” Zoro retorted, finishing his third bowl of rice.

“It’s alright, Zoro,” you reassured, “I mean, doesn’t every girl dream of being a princess? It’s kind of nice to hear it, I guess.”

“Not me!” Nami cheerily answered, peeling away at an orange. “I wanted to be rich, like that Rumplestiltskin guy!”

Sanji swooned, “I’ll be your Rumplestiltskin, my orange blossom!”

“I said I wanna be him, not owe anyone favors,” she scoffed. “But if you’re offering to spin straw into gold for me, go ahead!”

You listened into their three-way conversation for a little longer before turning to Vivi in hopes of a less fiery conversation.

“So, Vi, what classes have you got today?” you asked politely.

Vivi looked excited as she began her explanation, “Well, I have a civics class in about an hour, and then I’ll have a philosophy class after that, and then an economy class…I think that wraps up my day!”

“Wow, pretty wide area of studies,” you remarked. “You’re a political science major, right?”

“Yep!” Vivi clasped her hands together. “It’s good to have an open mind in this field, so I’m trying to gain more perspectives while studying here, so I think these kinds of classes suit me best.”

“Luffy could take a page out of your book,” you sighed.

“What? I don’t need any books! I already have mine!” Luffy hollered from across the table, mouth stuffed with meat. It was a miracle you could even tell what he was saying.

“Nothing, Luffy!” you called back, hoping the food flying from Luffy’s mouth wouldn’t land on anyone nearby.

Vivi politely cleared her throat, “What kind of classes do you have today?”

“Ugh,” you groaned, slouching in your seat.

“Well, that doesn’t appear to be a good sign,” Vivi observed.

“I just don’t want to go to chemistry,” you made a quick vomiting gesture. “I have two psychology classes after that, but I’d rather go to those first and chemistry last, ya feel me?”

Vivi nodded astutely, “Yes, but if you have chemistry now, then you can end your day off on a high note!”

“Always seeing the glass half-full, huh?” you asked, smiling at her enthusiasm.

“I certainly try to. I think it helps me view the world more brightly.”

“Not a bad reason to,” you sighed.

The eight of you ate breakfast together, constantly switching conversations as you all learned new bits and pieces from one another. Sanji was studying culinary arts, Usopp was studying engineering, Vivi had a personal butler back home, and Zoro grew up in a dojo. All in all, your friends' lives were far more interesting than your own. Growing up in a well-maintained orphanage didn’t do much for character growth, after all.

“Well,” you stood up, “my class is starting soon, so I should head out now,”

“Ah, leaving so soon, just like last time!” Sanji cried. “I’ll miss you, my sweet princess!”

“Have fun,” Zoro murmured, drinking from a flask of booze.

“Where the hell’d you get that?!” Usopp gaped.

You decided to make your exit before the situation got out of hand.

“I hate chemistry,” you groaned, trekking over to the science building.

It wasn’t that chemistry was particularly hard, but it was a lot of work. Concepts could be explained, equations could be understood, and values could be memorized. But it was just so damn boring at times. Sitting still during lecture was insufferable, but you could keep up for a little bit, at least until the next new thing was introduced. Then you’d be lost. But that’s what office hours and tutors were for, you supposed.

You climbed the stairs up to your class, dreading the pit of boredom that awaited you within. Reaching the classroom, you carefully turned the handle and stepped inside. Immediately upon entering, you immediately noticed a familiar face.

Sitting at a lone table off to the side was your lab assistant, Law, if you remembered correctly. Was he really assisting two chemistry classes? What kind of psychotic lunatic would subject themselves to that kind of pain?

His mental state wasn’t something you particularly cared about, especially considering your somewhat embarrassing encounter with him. You decided to just claim a seat and ignore him until further notice, most likely until you needed help with something.

The class itself was cut and dry; Avogrado’s number is important and we’re all made of molecules. Once the lesson was over and the hour was up, you began to pack up your things, particularly slower than your fellow students, who were racing to exit the building.

Once you had your laptop (and pens, pencils, notebook, and calculator) all stored within your bag, you stood from your chair to leave.

“Last one to leave again, huh?” Law’s voice rang out as he stood from his table.

You took a deep breath in, “I guess so, yeah. Last one to wake up, last one to leave.”

“Bad habits can be hard to break,” he advised, walking to the door.

“And that’s why we have alarm clocks,” you muttered, following behind him.

Law snickered at your comment, “That’s what I thought when I was a freshman. They’re pretty effective until you pull three all-nighters in a row.”

“Well, I guess I won’t be pulling any all-nighters, then,” you asserted. “I’ll just have to study before I have a test.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” he smirked, turning into a different hallway than you, leaving you behind.

“Maybe I will,” you murmured to yourself, walking out of the building.

You strolled through campus, intent on heading back to your dorm and studying a little, maybe getting lunch with Vi and Nami later.

“____!” a voice shrilled from across your path.

Turning to your left, you saw Usopp and Zoro making their way towards you, the former waving.

“Hey, ____,” Usopp began, “me and Zoro were gonna go to the library and study, wanna come?” 

You thought for a moment, “Yeah sure, sounds like fun. I’ve got some work I need to finish up on.”

“Sweet!” Usopp cheered, charging towards the direction of the library. “Follow me, Usoppites!”

You and Zoro gave each other a knowing before the latter shrugged his shoulders, stomping after the young man.

The three of you gathered together at a table, pulling up chairs and setting your notebooks and laptops up on top.

“So,” you began, opening up your computer, “anyone have exciting stories from their first week?”

“It’s only Tuesday,” Zoro groaned, rubbing his forehead and leaning back in his chair.

You rolled your eyes, “That doesn’t mean cool stuff can’t have happened, mossy .”

“Only annoying if it’s from Sanji,” he scoffed, crossing his arms with a tiny smirk on his face. What, was it the curly eyebrows that ruined the name for him?

“I have a story, kind of,” Usopp interjected sheepishly. “It’s about a guy in one of my engineering classes…”

“Well, spit it out,” Zoro grunted.

“Look who’s interested now,” you teased, poking him in the shoulder.

“Never said I wasn’t,” he fired back.

Usopp cleared his throat, “Well, there’s a huge guy in my mechanical engineering class, and I mean massive guy. Everything about him his huge—shoulders, thighs, calves, neck,”

“Dick?” Zoro chuckled, earning a playful shove from you.

“I can only assume so,” Usopp answered honestly. “But anyways, I don’t know why he’s in the class, he’s a junior .”

‘I know a thing or two about juniors,’ you thought to yourself, flipping through your notebook.

“I’ve heard some rumors from other students. A few say that the school’s making him retake the class because he beat up the teacher, but I’ve also heard that he beat up his entire class,” Usopp whispered, looking around as if the student would appear behind him. “But most importantly, people have said that he’s a G-A-N-G leader!”

You and Zoro shared a brief look before turning to Usopp.

“I know that Grand Line isn’t exactly known for its prim and properness, Usopp,” you reasoned, “however, if this guy really beat the shit out of his teacher or class or whatever he did, the school would probably expel him, not make him retake the class.”

“____ has a point,” Zoro yawned, “but there’s probably a reason he has those rumors around him. I’d keep an eye out.”

“No problemo!” Usopp straightened his papers, “I’m keeping a close eye on him, just in case he tries something dastardly. I won’t end up like my predecessors!”

All you could do was hesitantly accept Usopp’s resolution, slightly fearing for his safety if he were to be caught.

“Am I really the only one with a problem student in my classes?” Usopp grumbled, “I thought bad boys would be more widespread at Grand Line…”

“Well, I don’t have a problem student per se,” you lightly coughed, “but I have an assistant in two of my classes, and I think he’s gonna be a pain in my ass.”

Zoro quirked an eyebrow, “You think he’s gonna fail you or somethin’?”

“Well, no,” you admitted, “I just think he’s gonna be a pain in my ass.”

“Repeating what you said doesn’t make your meaning any clearer…” Usopp pointed out, chewing on the back of his pencil.

“Ok, well, it doesn’t matter,” you sighed, glaring down at your papers.

“I have a class with Luffy,” Zoro said coolly.

“What makes you think he counts as a bad boy?!” you and Usopp snarled.

After your little discussion, the three of you began working separately on your assignments. You focused on studying in advance of your next chemistry class, hoping to prove Law wrong in his assumptions. By keeping ahead of your work, you could easily sleep in far longer than intended. At least until you had a morning class. But you could worry about that next semester, or whenever the universe decided to sprinkle a little misfortune in your idealistic college experience. Damned universe.

The silence persisted for an hour, only interrupted by an occasional cough or hurried knee-bouncing beneath the table. Your phone was the first real disturbance, buzzing on the table and causing a light shiver to course through it. You hurriedly removed it and checked to see what caused the notification, spotting a text from Nami.

| Nami: hiiiiiiiii Read 6:53 PM | You: hey namiiiiiiiiiiiii | Nami: hey | Nami: so vi was wondering if u wanted to have a slumber party? | Nami: idk if u have anything going on rn but that’s on the table if u wanna join! | You: omg i’d love to | You: need me to bring anything up to the dorm? | Nami: no lol | Nami: vi already brought everything and is currently decorating the room | Nami: Attachment (1) Image

You looked at Nami’s picture, seeing a selfie of her sitting in the middle of a small tile floor, a sink and shower in the background.

| You: why are you in the bathroom? | Nami: i’ve been exiled while vi sets everything up | Nami: i’ll see if she can guide me out into the hallway so i can wait with u | You: ok i’ll be over soon | Nami: ♡

“Alright guys,” you breathed, standing up and gathering your things. “I have been cordially invited to attend a slumber party and must take my leave.”

“Will you be okay walking back alone?” Usopp asked.

You swung your bag over your shoulder, “Don’t worry, I’ll call you guys if I need anything.”

“Stay safe,” Zoro muttered, hunched over a stack of papers.

“Yeah, good luck with all that,” you laughed quietly, leaving the library.

“Nami?” you called out, stepping into the hallway of your dorm floor.

“Right here!” Nami’s voice echoed back, spotting you and offering a small wave.

She was sitting up against the wall right next to your dorm room’s door and wearing her pajamas, peeling a small tangerine with her left hand and scrolling on her phone with her right.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” she groaned, pointing to a pile of tangerine peels, “I’ve been bored out of my mind waiting for Vi to finish setting up.”

“I assume a picturesque site awaits us behind the door,” you joked, sliding down beside her.

“Ugh, you and your big fancy-pants lingo,” she pouted, popping a tangerine slice into her mouth.

“What, is picturesque too big a word for your shiny golden brain?” you teased. “I’ll rephrase—It’s gonna be real purty in that room! How’d I do?”

Nami jabbed you with her elbow, earning a yelp from you.

“I’ll have you know, Little Miss Knows-a-Lot, that I won my elementary school’s spelling bee when I was—”

Before Nami could finish her retort, the door beside her flew open, revealing a very chipper Vivi dressed in her matching silk pajamas, holding another matching pair and a blindfold.

“Oh, good afternoon, ____! Thank you very much for agreeing to attend my slumber party. I have prepared a pair of pajamas for you to wear, but you’ll have to put on this blindfold to go get changed, I do not want my surprise ruined!”

You nodded, giving Nami a salute before allowing Vivi to lead you blindfolded into the bathroom to get changed. And, after changing, you patiently waited for Vivi to give you the go ahead to leave.

“You done yet, Vi?” you tapped on the bathroom door while reading the labels on everyone's skin care products.

“Almost, I promise!” she hollered back, “I just need to put on the finishing touches to make sure nothing falls down!”

“Falls down?” Nami shouted through the door. “Just what are you doing to our room?”

“Nothing permanent!” Vivi sang, clearly rushing back and forth in the room judging by her voice.

“I’ve had to start reading the backs of shampoo bottles now, Vi! If I run out of labels to read I think I’ll die,” you pleaded.

“Hey, be careful touching my stuff! Break it and you pay for it!” Nami barked, knocking viciously on her door.

“How am I gonna break a shampoo bottle?” you scoffed, placing it back down and reciprocating her violent knocks.

Just as you were about to send another knock Nami’s way, the bathroom door flew open, causing you to stumble forward and onto the floor.

“Oops! I’m so sorry!” Vivi cried, helping you up and opening the door to the dorm.

“Well, let’s see this awesome slumber party room…” Nami started, the words quickly dying on her tongue as she took in the room.

Beautiful was too dull a word to describe how absolutely stunning the room was. The blankets had been rearranged to form a tent structure between the two beds, using a tall stick that had come from who knows where with a base that allowed it to remain firmly planted without fear of toppling over. Little fairy lights decorated the ceiling of the fort, both large and tiny pillows decorated the sides of the fort, and soft, fluffy blankets were scattered about for snuggling purposes. Snacks were stacked within the fort along the bed frames, easily within reach of anyone who wanted anything, bowls sitting underneath a bed. On the other side of the fort was Vivi’s laptop with about fifteen tabs of different streaming services open for your viewing pleasure during this slumber party. 

Nami gaped at the sight, “Vi, it’s…” 

“...Picturesque?” you breathed, staring in amazement.

“Welcome!” Vivi clasped her hands in excitement before spreading them out, “to my very first slumber party!”

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[carpenterswife]

ALL MY GHOSTS (iv)

series masterlist

- summary: Beau discovers what you’ve been doing behind his back, and is the farthest thing from impressed. Upset you’ve been hiding your worries from him, he begins to push for answers from you. And, unwilling to give any, you fight back. Tensions rise as you and Beau have your first ever proper fight, and you go home on suspension. You’re left defenceless when you come face to face with danger.

- word count: 2911

- warnings: Mentions of domestic abuse, alcoholism.

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Beau liked to think he was a reasonable man. He was a lenient boss, and, in his opinion, a generally good guy. He didn’t like to fight with people outside of his job — especially not his friends and loved ones. He’d been like that with Carla; argumentative and unreasonable, so, these days, he tried not to be.

But you’d certainly pushed his buttons this time.

He caught sight of you the moment you walked into the bullpen for work (totally not because he’d been waiting). In an instant, he leapt up from his chair, leaving his office with a slam of the door that made you flinch in surprise. “L/N.”

You rose your brows at him, awfully confused at the harsh, angry demeanour he was presenting. “… yes?”

“I need to talk to you. My office. Now.” With those extremely threatening, and very intimidating, words, Beau turned and stalked back into his office That wasn’t like him. You’d never seen Beau this mad before.

Confused and worried, you turned to look at Pop. All the deputy could do was shrug, just as clueless as you were. Sighing, you hurried to Beau’s office, feeling very much like a child about to be scolded.

Oh, yeah. Beau looked like he wanted to rip your damn head off.

“Hey.” You shut the door gently behind you, eyes on him. You were steaks that, if you looked away for a second, he’d lunge at you like a damn lion. He drummed his fingers on the top of his desk, expression emotionless. “What’s going on, Beau?”

He pressed his tongue to his cheek for a moment. “You trust me, yeah?” You stared at him, confused. Your lack of a response made Beau grit his teeth. “That wasn’t rhetorical.”

“Oh—!” You stepped forwards, closer to his desk. Risky move. “Oh! yeah. Yes. I trust you.”

“Right.” He practically spat out the word. Your brows shot up. Something was extremely wrong here. Your skin crawled uncomfortably, “And, if I recall,” his gaze darkened, fingers stopping their drumming, “you told me you’d come to me for help.”

You stared blankly for a moment, trying to understand his point. “Yeah, I did. So?” You shook your head, utterly confused. Anxiety churned in your stomach. “What’s this about?”

He scoffed, standing up. His tall, intimidating stance made you step backwards. Putting his hands flat on the desk, he leant forward. “How come I had to find out you’re being stalked through a fuckin’ text message to the wrong person?” Dread washed over you. You didn’t respond, lips parted as you just stared at him. “Huh?”

This was bad. When you refused to tell Beau about what was going on, you didn’t think this far ahead. The idea of him being mad at you for not telling him hadn’t crossed his much. But it course he was going to be mad — he was naturally a protective, worrisome person. Of course he was going to want to know.

You’d dug yourself a deep, deep hole.

Biting your tongue, you calmed your anxiety. It was time for damage control. “Okay, Beau—“ you tried the gentle approach, treading towards his desk. “It’s not that I didn’t want to tell you, okay?”

Beau didn’t move an inch. His expression didn’t even change. “Then why didn’t you?”

“Because you’re busy—“

“Fuck that!” He barked, not giving you the change to finish.

You bit your tongue at Beau’s words. God, he was mad. You’d never seen him like this before. You’d seen him angry at suspects, but this was worse than that. He’d never been this angry and this upset — or, at least, you’d never seen him like this before.

“You know, and I know, that I’d fuckin’ help you, Y/N.” He said lowly, his anger evident. You noticed his accent got thicker when he was mad. It wasn’t helping at all. “No matter what was on my schedule, I’d help. So why didn’t you come to me?” He demanded an answer; there was lying to him or avoiding it now.

But you were sure as hell going to try. You ran a hand through your hair. “Why are you making this such a big deal, Beau?”

Anger bubbling higher, he released a scoff, shaking his head. “Because it is a big deal!” You opened your mouth. His hand shot out. “Ah, ah! Let me finish!” He ordered loudly, like he was speaking to a child. You closed your mouth immediately, mostly in surprise. “Right now, it feels like you don’t trust me. You promised you’d come to me.”

“Listen, I just didn’t wanna worry you, ‘kay?” You stepping towards his desk, trying to cool him down. This was getting out of hand, fast. “After everything with— with Avery, I didn’t wanna put more on your plate.”

“That’s bullshit.” He squeezed his hands into fists. The two of you stared at each other for a moment, Beau simmering in his rage. “Tell me what’s going on. I want to know. Now.” He seethed. “Who the fuck is Jack?”

You stared at the ceiling. Huffing, you shook your head. “No.”You looked back to meet his eyes, body cold with dread and guilt.

“Why not?” He challenged, becoming angrier with your every word. “You don’t trust me? You told Cassie and Jenny.”

“That’s different, Beau—“

“How is it different?!”

“Because it is!” You raised your voice to a yell.

It surprised you as much as it did Beau. His brows shot up, standing straighter as your voice got louder and more aggressive. You closed your eyes and attempted to calm yourself down.

He grit his teeth, and held out his hand. “Give me your gun and your badge.” He said lowly.

Your eyes shot open. “What?”

“Give me.. your gun.. and badge.” He repeated slowly, pissed off. His teeth ground together, eyes dark with rage as he glared at you. “You’re on one week suspension for insubordination.”

You gawked at him, completely taken aback. “You cannot be serious.” You shook your head. You took another step forwards, brows knitted together, making an attempt to get through to him. “You’re mad at me, I get it. But you can’t suspend me for that!”

Beau didn’t even react. “Don’t make me make it two.”

You scoffed in disbelief, tearing your badge off your belt. You slapped it into his hand. Beau nearly flinched as the metal sent a sting up his palm. Unclipping your holster, you slammed that and your gun inside onto his desk. Beau’s eyes didn’t leave you, watching the tension in your jaw increase.

Without even another look at him, you stormed out of his office, slamming the door behind you with your foot.

What utter bullshit.

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“He suspended you?”

Jenny and Cassie couldn’t quite believe it when you told them what’d happened. Beau yelling at you? Him suspending you? None of that sounded right. It didn’t sound like the Beau Arlen they’d all come to know and love.

Yet, the distinct lack of your badge and gun on your hip proved your words truthful. In the whole time Beau had worked as sheriff in Helena, he’d never once suspended someone. He once said he didn’t think it was a suitable punishment.

But, here you were, suspended for a week over an argument. It was petty of him. But, Beau was a rather petty man when he wanted to be. To pull out the superior card and actually punish you? It was such a him move that it made it even more annoying.

You downed the remainder your cocktail, face pulling together in distaste at the strong burn of vodka on your throat. “With pay, at least.” You sighed, putting your empty glass down on the table. That was a positive. Beau hadn’t been so heartless to suspend you without pay. At least you were still getting paid. “I can’t fucking believe he suspended me over a fight. Bullshit. What an asshole.” You didn’t mean it. You were just mad.

Jenny sighed deeply, rubbing her forehead. She knew you were speaking from your emotions, and that you’d regret insulting Beau like you had been all night. “Listen, I’ll talk to him.” She attempted to soothe you. “He was probably just upset. He’ll regret it when he wakes up tomorrow. You know what Beau’s like.”

And she was right. You did.

Too much.

“And he’s stubborn.” You pointed out, twirling your cocktail glass on the table. “Once he sets his mind on something, he doesn’t go back on it, even if he regrets it.” Jenny sighed once again, knowing you were right. He wouldn’t take you off suspension until the one week was over.

Because he was a stubborn and petty bastard like that.

“I’m not too upset over being suspended. It’s just the fact he did it.” You attempted to explain to the two girls, who nodded in understanding of your words. After all, why wouldn’t you be upset? Beau was your closest friend, and he’d suspended you because you raised your voice during a fight.

You chewed your cheek as you thought deeply.

Maybe you should just tell him the truth. Right? That’d make everyone’s life easier. Beau would understand, probably take you off suspension, and Jenny would be able stop playing mediator.

But your pride was not going to allow you to roll over and admit Beau won this time. Nope. He’d started a fight. And you were going to stick to your side of the ring, not stroll over to his side and admit defeat right at the start.

If Beau wanted to be petty, you could be pettier.

“Another round?” Cassie asked. With a nod a each from you and Jenny, she got up to walk to the bar and order.

Jenny leant her elbows on the table. “We found something.” Your brows raised, full attention now on her. You, too, sat forwards to listen better. “Jack, your ex.” You tried your best not to flinch at his name, but did anyway. Jenny, bless her heart, didn’t mention it. “He used his credit card at a gas station five miles out of town.”

“Seriously?” Despite your calm exterior, you felt your heart rate begin to speed up. So, you’d been right. Jack was crazy enough to travel from New York to Montana just to find you. Fucking psycho. “When?”

“Last week. The day before the flowers were delivered to the station.”

That was enough of a confirmation for you. Your abusive ex-fiancé was stalking you. The realisation hit you, and instantly made you feel sick. You didn’t know what he wanted, but you knew it wasn’t going to be good.

As Cassie sat down, with three shots, you didn’t hesitate to reach out and grab one, downing it. You were going to need more of these.

Cassie stared at you in bewilderment, and then exchanged a look with Jenny. You were too busy willing yourself to not panic over this to pay attention to their silent conversation.

Reaching out, Cassie grasped your hand, startling you. Your eyes snapped to her, meeting her kind eyes and reassuring smile. “We’re gonna fix this. All of it.” She squeezed your hand gently, making your shoulders relax a bit. Though it was jerky, you nodded in response. “What can you tell us about Jack?”

You pulled your hand back from Cassie’s, setting it on your lap. “He’s a narcissist.” You fiddled with the hem of your sweater. “He’s a sadist. He— he got off on hurting me.“ You closed your eyes tightly at the memory of swinging fists and deep purple bruises.

Two hands rested on your arm, grounding you back to the bar you were in. Your eyes opened and stared down at your arm, at Jenny and Cassie’s hands cooling your warm skin.

“It’s hard to reason with him, he always thinks he’s right.”

“Shut the fuck up. Stop being a bitch.”

“He likes to be in control. He… liked to say he owned me. I should’ve realised something was wrong, really, when he started saying that.”

“Get on your knees. Now. Fucking whore.”

“Okay, that’s enough.” Jenny’s voice snapped you from your mind, bringing you back to the present, effectively calming you. She’d caught sight of the distant look in your eyes. “We get the point. He’s a bastard.”

You cracked a smile at Jenny’s words, tension draining from your posture. “He has major mommy issues.” That was enough to get a smirk from Jenny and an amused look from Cassie.

“We’re gonna catch this guy.” Cassie squeezed your arm. “I promise.”

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Jenny Hoyt was not the type of woman you wanted to upset. To get on her bad side, was to sign a death warrant. She could be your worst enemy, and also your closest, most trusted friend.

And, unfortunately for him, it was Beau Arlen’s turn to be on the receiving side of her anger. He squeezed the pen in his hands to reign in his frustration. “I appreciate your concern, but I don’t need your input.”

Standing her ground, Jenny stared back at Beau, who seemed far too relaxed for someone who just suspended his closest friend. “Suspending her was too far.” Her arms folded tightly across her chest, her eyes hard and narrowed as she stared down at him challengingly.

Beau rubbed his index and middle fingers across his forehead, muttering to myself. “Jenny—“

“I get it, Beau.” The blonde said, frustrated. “You wanna help. But you ever think that maybe Y/N isn’t telling you because it’s hard for her?” That made Beau’s jaw tighten. Jenny sighed heavily, glad to be somewhat getting through to him. “The things she’s been telling us? Beau… they’re horrific.”

Beau wet his lips with his tongue, and chewed on his bottom lip. A heavy weight of concern and guilty settled down on his chest. Maybe he shouldn’t have suspended you after all.

“I know you’re upset she didn’t tell you, but she needs you.”

He stared at her doubtfully. “She doesn’t—“

“No, she does.” Jenny cut in. Her eyes hardened. “She needs you, and you need her, and you’re both too stubborn to admit it.” Beau allowed himself to chuckle quietly at that. He knew Jenny was right. “She needs your support.“

Sighing, the sheriff relented. He sat back in his chair, and it creaked under his weight. “Okay.” He nodded, spinning his pen between his fingers. “I’ll stop by her place when I finish tonight.”

Jenny sighed in relief. “Good.” She smiled, pleased. “And don’t be a dick.”

Beau scoffed, tapping the end of his pen against his open file. “I ain’t a dick.” He rolled his eyes at Jenny’s deadpan stare. Groaning, he pushed a hand through his hair. “Fine. I was a dick t’her. I’ll apologise, swear it.”

“You better.”

He held his hands up in surrender, amused at his friend’s insistence. “Swear. I’ll even bring her chocolate. Y’know? Win ‘er over.”

Jenny chuckled and nodded. Convincing Beau was easier than she’d expected, thank god for that. “Don’t let her push you away, Arlen.” She stepped back, towards the exit of the sheriff’s office, pointing her index finger at him. “She needs you. She just doesn’t want to admit it.”

Beau watched her go, amused.

Jenny Hoyt: matchmaker extraordinaire.

He’d visit you tonight and apologise, even if it’d sting his pride and ego to do it.

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Feeding three needy cats was an everyday battle for you, snd it was one that never got an easier. It was like running a really hard marathon with no water. You threw yourself down on the couch as the cats finally gave up on their battles and decided to eat peacefully, relieved to finally be off your feet.

You hadn’t stopped thinking about Beau, and how angry he’d been at you.

Maybe you should apologise.

No, you didn’t do anything wrong.

But… maybe you did. Maybe you should have just told him what was going on front the start. He was your closest friend. Your sheriff. You were meant to trust him. Why hadn’t you told him?

It was something to do with you distrust of men.

But it was Beau. Beau, who wouldn’t hurt you even if you had a gun to his head.

Your internal battle was interrupted by your doorbell. A glance at your phone showed the notification for movement at your front door. Sighing, you stood up and padded to the door, expecting Jenny or Cassie with news. Or, if you were lucky, maybe even Beau with his tail between his legs.

You were stupid to unlock the door without checking.

For gods sake, you were a cop. You’d seen the crime scenes. You’d read the reports and files. But, here you were, making the same mistakes.

And it bit you in the ass immediately.

Because the face on the other side of your front door was not a friendly one.

“Jack?”

The man grinned — that same lopsided grin that used to make you shiver. It still did. “Hiya, doll.” Your grip on the door tightened. “We need to talk.”

You reached for your holstered gun, only to meet air. Right. Your gun was at the station, with Beau, as a result of your suspension.

God damnit, Beau.

As he stepped forwards, you stepped back. “Jack—“

Too late.

Your body hit the ground, unconscious, as darkness filled in your vision.

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[solaiced]

CASE 11: SUKUNA RYOMEN'S PREY.

!content!: chasing, haunting adeline refs?, outdoor sex and pred/prey play.

wc: 900

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You don't think you've had to run so much in one go, at least not since high school. But you had a damn good reason. This gigantic man with pink hair, face tats and bulging muscles started chasing you out of nowhere, and usually, you’d be flattered, except this man looked fucking dangerous.

How you survived up until now? No idea. Adrenaline, whatever, kept you on your toes, keeping the pain and discomfort away.

You hear the man chuckle darkly near your ear, and you lost footing, surprised. So now, you were held up by his hand gripping your shirt.

"Now, now, dove, you seriously thought you could out run me?" He cackles. “Funny. Well, since you lost, time to give me my beloved prize." His red eyes rake over your barely covered body, tank top because your pesky roommates (who you now wished were home, earlier) had gone out, and its matching Hello Kitty booty shorts.

You were littered with bruises, cuts and blood. Usually, you were a pretty talkative person, but fear had rendered you completely speechless. What did he mean by that?

Oh. You’d just realize what he meant. Men were disgusting.

Fuck. If his dick was proportional to his body, it would reach your lungs.

…

Holy shit. You shouldn't have looked down. You can see it poking through his pants. You should start praying now, because if he doesn't show mercy, Hell, even Satan will. You look up at him, now facing this monster, chest-to-chest, with fearful eyes.

He grins, eyes crinkling at corners and you almost swoon. He was way too charming for your own good. You'd fuck him, out of free will, being honestly honest. (Was that a correct sentence? You didn't care, he was too hot to even think.)

"Speechless? Don't be, baby, I'll make you speak in no time. So, take off your clothes, or I'll rip them off myself, and you'll have to beg me to fuck you and let you cum.”

You exhale loudly, dead panning.

“Seriously Ryo?" He drops his

smile, wondering why you broke character. What had he done wrong?

“What?” Sukuna pouts, moving both arms to wrap around your waist.

"That line's so cheesy, find something better!" You complain, letting him catch you when you fall back into his arms.

"Don't care. Take off your damn clothes." He tugs at your pink shorts, not trying to be subtle when he slaps your ass, digging

fingers in your ass cheeks as he spreads them experimentally.

He looks devastating in the dark. His red eyes are almost shining in the dark. His nose, jaw and throat, are dimly lit by the light from your porch, highlighting every harsh detail of his face. You really got lucky. You have to thank God, soon. You hear your name and look up.

"Take it off." Sukuna repeats for the third time. You heed his words, because you didn't want to beg to cum, again. He was really cruel, when he wanted to. Once your clothes are off, your nipples perked up in the cold air, he lifts you up with ease, undoing his sweat pants as he presses your back to the tree, the bark scrapping you.

"Wait, Ryomen, wait!" Your head bangs against the tree when you throw it back with a scream as Sukuna plunges into you, your slick lubing him up.

"Ugh... I got too excited. You're too tight to move." He grumbles, as if it was your fault. You wince, tightnening more as your body tries to get the big intrusion out of you.

"Fuck, little prey, relax a bit, I know you're into it, but I don't wanna hurt you…Too much. " He grins as he mutters the last part. Your head folls forward, tongue out whilst your mouth dropped open.

Sukuna puts a hand under your chin, lifting your face to see your dazed eyes.

"My perfect dove. You want me to move, mhm, yes you do. " He makes you ned, hips rocking to stimulate you. Over and over, just to drive you absolutely crazy. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, whining loudly like a dog, or rather, a bitch in heat.

You were going cum too soon, fuck.

"Fuck, Fuck, you feel too good. Are you gonna cum, or what?" Sukuna growls, trying to keep his voice in check.

You stutter, hands grabbing everywhere they could for support, ending up in his hair and on his bicep. He keeps scratching you with his nails, his hands also frantically moving everywhere to either stabilize you, or feel your soft body in between his fingers.

"'M gonna–hgnh, cuh-hum!" You whine, muttering his name rapidly.

In, out, in, out, again and again, fuck it was so hard to focus on your impending orgasm when his hand settles on your clit, pinching and flicking and stroking and-!

"Ryo-hh!" You wail as you release, bringing Sukuna along. His pull-out game sucked, he thought as he slams inside of you, knocking his tip against your g-spot while ropes of cum accumulated in you and spilled out of your pretty cunt.

Sukuna's forehead was on yours as the both of you catched your breaths.

"Hey," He starts, mouth open, close to yours, "Can you still walk? I think I'm into this." He chuckles dryly while you narrow your eyes and frown.

“Okay, okay, let’s go home.”

[ijustwantogethigh]

Interview With the Cannibal

Interview with the Cannibal.IWTC.

chapter one: Survive to live and love to kill.

my eyes hurt so bad

i cannot hide my cannibalism

this took me fucking 3 days and i wouldn't say i'am proud but work it's work! and yeah, maybe has a chapter 2..or more idk i hope you like it bc i fucking love it,, sunseeker btw, i love them

cannibalism, reg is the cannibal, walburga being a boy mom, therapist!remus and james, kind of neglective black family¿, sirius has a traumaa, well, we knew that duh. uh ah..peter is a straight guy yayy!

A crime was committed, someone was eaten and a hungry was saciaded, the black family,all conservative and very closed minded had a variety of persons, homosexuals, heterosexuals, feminists, misogyny man, racist and classist and indeed were like that, but never a killer never a psycho, never a cannibal.

 The day of the murder was a fight in a room, a very, desolate room, ‘’Why would I want you?!, I didn’t WANT to, you make me!’’ a woman shouted, at the top of her lungs, when a men, was manhandling her by her wrists ‘’Camila, you cannot be doing this! you were the one who wanted this!Now I am the one who needs to be saying why I would want you?!, understand he is my brother! he wouldn’t love you back knowing you betray him!’’ the man,hopelessly cried, handing her hips, making her look at him in the eyes, she began to cry when he told her ‘’if you aren’t mine… you wouldn’t be for anyone then’’ and he throw her on the floor of the room, and go out, but lock it, she desperately try to find a open window, after 12 minutes he comes back, but with a dagger, he made her fall, when she was on the floor he cutted her throat,, but with a missmovement he cutted part of his palm, but it didn’t matter.

 All the floor was described as a beautifully carmin path, he cutted her head, and putted aside, like it was nothing, he nuded the woman's body and start cutting it, ‘’ oh,, haha, mon cherie, do not look at me like that’’ he muttered under his husky breath ’’you didn’t want to be shut’’ he say to the now, unlived blonde head. ‘’I must say, that happens with the cheaters, '’  says in the air.

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Sirius was worried, it’s been at least a week since he doesn’t sees his Girlfriend, Camila Riverwood such a smart and pretty girl, she has been disappeared a week, her parents thought he stole from her home, but when he say ‘’no, she isn’t here with us, i’ve been trying to call her but she doesn't answers!’’ The police were a lot late to search for her in the very weird places she assisted the past week. Even if Sirius was the first suspect, how hypocritical you need to be to kill her and cry for her…?

He couldn't keep depressed, so his mom made him visit a therapist, Remus Lupin, in mom words, ‘’you gonna be okay sweetie, just go, if you are okay, we are more than okay, what a liar.

and when the case as going to be achieved, surprisingly, in the same week, a trash bag, with burned human parts was founded far away from the town they were living, along with semi burned clothes and hair, they made a DNA test, from the some decomposed rest of the body, it was Camila Riverwood, but they funded extra DNA material under her poorly cutted hand with 3 fingers, one what, had a promise ring, and it was Regulus Black DNA. 

Everything proceeded too slowly to Sirius, his girlfriend was dead, his brother was going to jail, his mother now was angry and sad, and his Dad was just disappointed, but not about Regulus, about him ‘’why wouldn’t you just forgive him!?, you are selfish!’’ and he sobbed one more time ‘’mom, he killed my fiance!, HE LITERALLY ATE MY GIRL, MOM WHY I WOULD DO SUCH A THING,THINK GOD DAMN’’ his voice sounded like a sick old dog barking, he yelled so grossed out,his brother was a cannibal, such abnormal thing, he shouldn’t be alive he thinked.

after that night, he moved out with Remus,a very tall guy with curl hair, they connected more like friend than patient and therapist, and taking therapy at home, but he break when he heard regulus sentence ‘’he’s having fucking seven years of jail, what the…no no no…’’ Remus faster as possible make him feel safe, just like when dog hear *cohetes* well, it’s not like he didn’t get over about the fact that her dead girlfriend was murdered, no, it as because the **negligence and now, the little sentence for that sick fucker.

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Three years had pass, since that incident,and people like Remus and now James, his Boyfriend friend, now his best friend, tall and tanned and a very energetic guy, with a very, very happy but fearful contagious Aura, and yeah peter, his half brother a chubby little guy obsessed with disney movies.

until now.

Regulus Arcturus Black was out, for good behave in jail, that make sirius not sad, but make him go feral, ‘’you don't understand he a killer, a literal sick minded bitch and they ugh!’’he pulled his hair making it messy, james was more than confused, even scared how sirius was reacting, over something he didn’t now ‘’sorry padfoot, what are you talking about?’’, that name, was too familiar to him, he has heard that exact same pronunciation in somewhere else, he turned around and then to Remus again and then to James again ‘’my brother is a cannibal James, he killed my ex girlfriend and ate her’’ he say it, in such a calm way that make James had goosebumps ‘’I didn’t expect that amount of information…’’ he only let a sigh out and sit ‘’take this, it’s good for the nerves’’ Remus say, giving him a piece of chocolate.

At noon, Remus was on the market and, sirius and james were alone, and James talked first ‘’so, i didn’t want to go further because i know how moony get when he sees you sad but, what your brother name?’’ he said out loud,he looked like he knew that name from another part. so sirius who was on his phone could hear him ‘’Regulus Arcturus Black, i knew he was out of his mind when he say he hated dogs’’ James laughed of the joke and with his always nervousness ‘’do you mind if i make him a literal episode on my true crime podcast?’’ the long-haired man looked at him ‘’you have a podcast?, that’s cool, why you didn’t told m-’’ ‘’sirius please, i need a yes or a no, and you can be there to explain way further if you want to’’ he tried to, but sirius sometimes was to childish ‘’you know something? me and reg use to be very very stick together until that happend, he was 17, and i was 18…do it, i want that fucker fell ashamed about he did’’ and James smiled, and runned to hug him and he new, James will be forever more brother than regulus could have been all his life.

It was a late, fresh summer night when James started investigating the case,it’s been a month since the conversation had happened and James needed to start now. and well in his words, there wasn’t a lot of information about him, or what he did , and that drove him crazy, so he needed sirius for that part, and he called him ‘’hey siri, how are you? yeah i'm calling, what exactly..happened that night?’’the other man greeted the same way, until he heard the question ‘’are you being serious about this?, i thought you didn’t care…’’ ‘’well I always care, but there's no information about your brother, and what happens,or everything is in french, and they do not show pictures of him’’ he say scrolling with his mouse ‘’James, remember he was a minor when he did what he did, i’ll pass you one, i think i have a selfie with him…i..i didn’t erase the photos with him i didn’t have the energy to look at him ‘’ about 2 hours passed, while both were on the phone making the script that james would base to reveal the case. until they hang the phone, james look at his messages to took the photo and look at them, sirius and regulus were hugging each other smiling to the camera, sirius hair was straight and regulus wasn’t, both looked happy, and he looked at the text ‘’this was a month before the incident he say if anything happens to you, i would kill for you, brother , i guess he did..’’ that make james feel nauseous and he stopped his screen time to make his eyes rest.

The weekend as arrived to james place and that was the day he should be filming the podcast, when he first gave a spoiler in his blogg everyone was utterly conffused who was Regulus Acturus Black and why IT WAS HE so important?, he did it, now everyone was talking about him the video go international, and some sick fuckers did what they like to do better, romantizice him, and now he was on Sirius and Remus departament, watching it ‘’i haven’t see him since that, i bet he looks like utterly shit’’ sirius say looking at his brother photo. ‘’he was 17 what when he did that, around 2 and 4 am, camila riverwood was killed and mutiladed by him, he grab everyting in a carpet and transladed it on his mother car, to his house in france, he called his friends, Pandora lovegood and Barty crouch jr, to help him cook, yeah, cook the body, obviously, both of them are now under contidional liberty, and regulus proceeded to eat him among 5 or 6 days until, someone noticed that someone was missing’’ in the television was heard, obviously sirius had a grosssed out expression for the details of her death, ‘’what does the comments says jamie?’’ ‘’uh.. they say: he is so handsome, being a cannibal does even better, oh other one says maybe they give him that sentence because he was too young and his ethereal beauty, what the heck are they thinking?’’ Sirius bit his lip, making a disappointed expression ‘’at least they find him cute, the next jefrey damher’’ and the day ended, eating apple pie and watching the news ‘’and in some other news, who could believe it! the passed week a young man called james fleamont potter published this video, relating a murder case about regulus black, the young cannibal, now the episode had more than 3 million views and has been go international,in here some pictures of the criminal, a very strange case, well, no one remember this guy, even if the case was relevant on the year  in another topic, his sentence! 7 years but he is now free for good behave, in jail, going with lisa telling us the weather!’’ everyone was shocked, more James than everyone but a notification make sirius scream in horror ‘’hey siri, it’s me,cousin Narcissa, can we talk?’’ ‘’Hell no’’ he said, turning off his phone.

‘’What you mean ‘’hell no’’ answer, narcissa is such a good woman, she hadn’t nothing to do with reg and your mother ‘’ remus tried to make him talk to narcissa, his cousin, that when she got married she move out and ended any type of connection with the black family. ‘’well she- give me that-’’ he grabbed his phone from his partner's hands and turned his phone on ‘’what should i tell her?, it’s been literal decades…’’ ‘’well, tell her what she wants to talk about, i think it’s very obviou-’’ ‘’shus, don’t make me look dumb james’’ remus just could look about it ‘’okay…umm what if hello cissa, how do you been? what do you want to talk about..?’’ ‘’yeah, very convincing!’’ james cheered him up, and that's what he send her, they texted along 2 or 3 hours, about everything and how they would love to see, or at least with very selected family members, and he sigh when she stopped answering ‘’what did she told you’’ ‘’she, she wanted to get dinner but i denied, my mother was going to be there and…she a homophobe, i don't want her to disrespect you’’ ‘’ahh, good i don't like to fight nannies’’ both laughed of the comment, those days were the best without people they didn’t like.

But for regulus wasn’t the same, after he get out of jail, he was refunded in a psychological clinic for people of his…type were his mother always visit him to yell at him and in sometimes, talk decently with him, in his visits as always sitted, on a very uncomfortable chair,in a tiny cabin, with a slightly light coming from the hal, with a force shirt, tied to the chair, and with a clear mask with little holes in the mouth zone to talk, and that time was one of those times but it was certainly, different ‘’hello mom’’ ‘’how you been reggie?’’ He said it with his lowest tone, almost intendeble like a direct message to his mother that he was tired of seeing pure white, but she spoke like she was seeing pure gold, even if his son, his own blood was practically dying there ‘’why are you so happy? did you divorced?’’ ‘’oh no, why would i do that?, and you are practically out now! you are gonna live with us baby!’’ she let out like it as nothing, the eyes of the boy open significantly ‘’what…I.. I mean yeah! i’am so excited mom!’’ now, he was incredibly happy, he laughed so hard like he didn’t since he was free ‘’since when? i mean, i am very excited, i really mean it’’ ‘’since tomorrow love, so, yeah, pack your things, or whatever you have’ she say , getting up from her seat’, walking to the exit door ‘see you soon’’ she say, walking out the room, letting him alone while the nurses help him to get up, and feeling excited, he pretended wanting to bite one of the nurses, he laughed when she flicked and get nervous..

The day begin’ with a really happy regulus, he ate properly, he took a long bath and make himself look decent for his mother, now she was driving to the black house ‘’wow, everything looks so colorful, it’s making my eyes hurt’’ walburga laughed of it ‘’put these on, haven’t you go out in your sun hours?’’ ‘’no, the bitch of umbridge denied me all my sun hours, that’s why i look so pale’’ he put the sunglasses on, looking like a drug dealer ‘’i would make you go out, and take vitamins, sun is very important, it makes everyone being happy, a life without the sun is so depressing ‘’ ‘’and..umm what kind of food they gave you..?’’ he needed to be prepared if he was going to have more friends to answer all those uncomfortable questions ‘’bread, umm salad and sometimes fruit’’ ‘’so, no meat? because umm, i should have ask you if you have a diet ‘’ ‘’why? mom let put something clear that i ate a human doesn’t make me a litteral cannibal’’ he was getting defensive‘’no no no, i understant but i ask because i don’t know what to do with all that whores i make fucking steak’’ she says, stopping in front of their house ‘’what? you…’’ ‘’I'm sorry Reggie, I guess that will be Nagini's food, I need you to tell me what you want to eat so I'll tell kreacher what food to give you for dinner’’ she will always be down for her son. 

Regulus was in shock, so his mother killed people to feed him, he yelled in the glory ‘’no mom, i…i want to eat right now, tell kreacher to put potatoes and Red Wine on in to marinate it and some carrots mm! w-with butter!’’ he feeled non culpable of what he was saying, he folded like a starved dog seeing ribs, or smelling fresh bunny blood, it was literal heaven ‘’oh i let him know’’ she say with a smile, he remembered when he kill camila, he feleed so hungry from nowhere, but he didn’t want caviar, he didn’t want ordinary meat, he wanted to eat her heart, and that in fact, his mother pay to every nottery to not make the case public, so that how he lived 6 months free, until sirius snitch, he missed sirius, but camila was way more delicious than him. he was in his room, seeing that everything was like before, his books, his bed, even the painted mirror with some constellations painted on it, almost magical.

Sirius wake up having a nightmare, he was in his house in france, remus and james where there, sitten in those fucking elegant chairs that his mom use to put in the garden to her tea parties, and yeah they were having a tea party until he saw him, he was like him, even to say he looked younger but his red-violet eyeshadow, with his pale skin,but the horror was he was blood stained, he have it on his clothes, mouth and face‘’siri, i missed you so much, where you been, i needed you!’’ and now he was awake, he reach his phone to see the hour, but there was a message from cissa ‘’hey siri, i just wanted to let you know that, you and your friends are invited to my Birthday party! but if you don't want to it great, but i would love to meet remus’’ he didn’t know what to answer, the messages was upload at 10 pm, he didn’t see it, it was 3 am, he was going ro denied when he remember, she hadn’t connection with the other black’s so, should be good, and it was time now ‘’yeah, thank you and we are more than happy to assist’’ he texted back.

The week passed as river water, an the black family was invited to one of her cousin and niece party ‘’oh, Lucius, thanks for the invitation’’ Walburga says, Lucious Malfoy, indimidating yet a gentleman, that married one of her nieces, Narcissa black, a very sweet lady. ‘’it’s always a pleasure having you as a guest madame black , and are you inviting lord black?’’ he speaked trough his deep voice, wanting to know if the rumors were real ‘’oh no, my husband is in a businnes trip in Ireland, i’am bringing regulus, my second son, you remember him?’’ her smile in her face mas horririficly beautifull, she really expressed her exitement trough her smile ‘’oh, regg! how could i forget about him, he was so little when i see him last time, is he home?’’ ‘’oh yes! you want to come in and see him?, he must be in the living room reading’’ ‘’it be a plasure madame’’ she walked aside to let the blonde man to come in, she guide him trough the living room but he wasn’t there, and in the kitchen dinner room, no sing of him, until they find him reading and drinking tea in the garden ‘’wow, it’s been a long time, he has grown faster like fire and gasoline!’’ he say, like he wasn’t see a boy of regulus age before, he was 20 and the blonde man must been in his 28 or 29 ‘’regg, i present you lucius malfoy, cissa’s husband’’ she say, making regulus stand up ‘’ she marry? she must be getting crazy then..’’ he murmured in french so him wouldn’t understant ‘’what did he say?’’ ‘’that he is happy of you, that she needs a man to handle her attitude'’ the word get out, almost immediately of his mother mouth ‘’thank you regg, well i need to go know, there's more invitations to needs to be personally delivered’’

‘’see you soon mr, malfoy’’ he wave bye with his hand, and ruining his lilis, he crossed the garden to reach his car ‘’he stepped on my lavender!’’ ‘’and i save you from getting his family hate, he invited us to Narcissa’s birthday party, so we are going, behave’’ ‘’i think you are missing something, i'm not a dog to ‘’behave’’  ‘’yeah you are right you are a Animal, an you bite. ‘’ and with those words, she start making calls so, she can gets a really good dress.

He feeled uncomfortable wearing a smoking at that time, he could feel the shirt touching his neck, back and chest, his jacket made him feel sophocaded and those pant, ugh those fucking pants made him think he looked like a damn pencil ‘’ i feel stupid…i dont want to go’’ ‘’well, you are going, i need yo to meet tonks, she is you niece and, yeah andromeda and cissa haven’t see you in a long time, i need everyone to see you’’ ‘’i think everyone hated dromeda’’ ‘’well, we do but it’s Narcissa decition if she invites that kind of people’’ ‘’we hate or you hate’’ he spitted alarging to o to sound more defensive‘’if you do not shut up i’am fucking letting cerberus and thanatos eat you’’ cerberus and thanatos, two beautifull dobermans that his mom adopted because she nedeed to feel ‘’secured’’ ‘’they’re like you, they eat people’’ ‘’mom’’ ‘’regulus’’ she smiled when she stoped brushing regulus hair to make him look decent, the tematic was elegant, from the 40’s, and his mom was brings 2 fucking letal dogs to a birthday party were theres anoying kids, and they think he is the dangers because he eats womans, what a joke.

Sirius, James and Remus were in his way to the party. At her cousin's husband's house,Peter didn’t want to go, he prefered to stay at home with his girlfriend watching Disney movies. The party must be important, because they were remembering the family tree. ‘’so she is your cousin, along andromeda and bellatrix’’ yeah, they’re sisters’’ ‘’but they hate andromeda’’ ‘’yeah because she married a older and poor man’’ ‘’hypothetical situation, you have a extra sister, i marry her, i’am a bad o a good guy?’’ james say at the back seat, sirius moved himself so he car look james and start hitting him and throwing his hands to him ‘’first, i wouldn’t let you not even talk to her!’’ ‘’i say, hypothetical situation, she doesn’t even exists!’’ he say,moving so sirius wouldn’t ruin his hair ‘’you now he always gets mad with the hypothetical questioning!’’ ‘’it as a joke!’’ sirius get back on hi seat, he fixed is hair on the mirror and say ‘’you are that bad that, even dromeda husband would fucking hate you’’ ‘love, that’s mean’’ remus say, trying to get his attitude down ‘’sorry mon amour, but it’s true’’ 

They were in, the house was big and the attention was marvelous, he feeled so spoiled again, there was no sign og sirius and his friends. Walburga was happy about it, and just in time when he was going to drink from a glass of wine ‘hey! what you think you are doing,’’ ‘’mom i’am 20, i can drink’’ ‘’you live with me, i say if you drink or no, go sit in the couch, talk to someone’’ and like that he was sitting seeing another young kids running on dresses and smokings, playing and some adults dancing and drinking while he was drinking apple juice, he talked to narcissa, she almost cry when he saw him, and andromeda too, he played with tonks and again to the couch, he as naive until he hears narcissa introducing someone to his husband ‘’lucius, darling he is sirius, regulus brother and walburgas first son’’ sirius had a uncomfortable expression being introduced like that, then remus his actual boyfriend and..james potter..? he get stiff a little until he remembered that familiar face, yeah! he was Dr.potter son, he saw him a lot during his **practiques, roaming the apartment or seccion where he was, bingo.

but he didn’t expect the having eye contact with sirius, it was proonged, mostly 15 seconds until he grabe the tall dude arms and make him a sign. he obviously cutted the contact, sirius was getting a panic attack, he feel like fainting ‘’we are so sorry narcissa, but i need sirius to calm down,’’ ‘’fuck, it’s okay want me to bring some water i-’’ ‘’no it’s completly okay’’ ‘’i’am going with you guys,’’ ‘’no, i need im to be alone, we are coming for you at’’ he saw his wrist clock ‘’in a hour, talk to a girl, i don’t know!’’ and remus, helping sirius to breath they start walking, they see a park, not to far from here,  they were going there, must be, but why he got so..damn, and jmes saw him, he was comfortable sitting in a carmin velvet couch, with a little juice box seeing everyone, and he straingtly walk towards him, he sitted by his side ‘’hey, you must be sirius brother a plasure, james potter’’ he stend his hand, making him salut him, and he did, ‘’yeah, i saw you with him recently, regulus black’’ and now, both were having the most uncomfortable trade of words that never have seen before ‘’you know he is terrifiend of you right’’ ‘’it’s not something that i enjoy young potter’’ ‘’how old are you? i’am 24, just call me by my name, james’’ he let his lips closed and he beggined again ‘’i know what you are’’ ‘’he doens’t like me but it’s not mutual’’ ‘’do you enjoy it?’’ ‘’excuse me? who you are to being this disrespecfull’’ he say in defensive, he didn’t like this guy like the other. ‘’i’am a doctor, and i study the psicological state of a cannibal, and i wanted to make you a interview’’ he didn’t feel like trusting this man, he looked all messy and clumsy, like he was a scamer or something ‘’what i won from this?’’ ‘’money, thats simple’’ ‘’lets talk about the details in the garden’’ well, for this not being his house he feeled like knowing it it like his palm, he standded up, and started walking, wainting for the Deer guy to folllow him.

Now, both were in the garden, talking about where and when they would meet to make the interview, sitting on the board of a big that looks like Eros statue ‘’can i have your number? in case something happens and yeah,’’ ‘’of course’’ before exchanging numbers they were still talking about other stuff.

Sirius was now calmed, and yeah he repeated himself that now tha regulus is out, he would see him sometimes, he needed to get over it, he called james but he didn’t answer, he was getting anxious again ‘’hey cissa, we are now going, i'm so sorry’’ ‘’no no, it's completely okay, i understant’’ she say with a big smile ‘’but next time tell your hubby to no be a metiche’’ ‘’a what?’’ ‘’a metiche, is like gossip, james teach me that’’ ‘’is he spanish?’’ ‘’no he is mexican, and talking about him i haven’t seen him’’ she couldn’t tell him that he and his brother were nowhere to be found in the party, ‘’umm, haven’t you called him? call him againg’’ and he did it, but this time he answered ‘’where the fuck are you at?!’’ ‘’u-umm what? are you here now?’’ The music was too loud to hear something ‘’we are leaving, now, where are you, whe are coming to get you’’ ‘’no no, i’ll go, stay there i'm coming’’ he sounded nervous, like he always sounded when he did a bad thing.

‘’I need to go now regg, you brother is waiting for me’’ ‘’it’s okay, go i’ll see you again right?’’ ‘’Of course’’ and both said bye with his hands, and on the way to the exit he heard his phone ring. It wasn’t a call from Sirius, it was a deer emoji, and he responded back with a bat one.

‘’where were you? kissing one o my cousins? what a whore’’ he wanted to say, ´´ not much better, being friends with your mentally ill brother´ ' '’i did not! I was talking all the time talking with one of your cousins, or i don't know’’ Sirius just huffed and they made their way home.

late in the night, he was staying with remus and sirius, he agended regulus name with the bat emoji and text him ‘’so, how was the party’’ to be answered with a ‘’very bored, i'm not drunk and..you weren’t there so, very bored’’ ‘’good night reggie, it's now 12:00 but i know vampires like you do not sleep’’ ‘’you wish deer ‘’.and with that, he only hoped that they would see again.

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Is Leaving Even An Option?

Joel x F!reader

Explicit, 18+

Two: Too Late

Series MasterList & Main MasterList - My Ao3

Summary: Your days have become one in the same, even with the terrifying reality of death right outside the walls of Jackson. You never thought you’d be in the situation you’ve been stuck in for seven years now, the daily abuse you endure has become an expectation. You take whatever your husband throws at you, literally and figuratively, because you’ve been trained to believe this is normal. But a new man, Joel, moves next door and happens to be friendly towards you, this causes your husband’s anger to worsen. Your mind starts a gruesome war with itself - can you leave him or do you stay until the inevitable happens?

Chapter Summary: Your daily life of tragedy somehow takes an even worse turn. After losing, yet again, your child, but this time by the hands of your own husband, you start to crack. You try to open up to Maria, but it doesn’t go as planned and now you are completely stuck on what to do.

Word count: 3.6k

⚠️Warnings: EXTREME verbal and physical abuse, miscarriage from abuse, strangulation until passing out, slapping, name calling, fat shaming, anxiety, gut punch, throwing glass at reader, forgiving husband over and over

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“This house is such a mess, do you just sit on your lazy ass while I’m out on patrol, risking my life for you?” Nate’s voice echoes from upstairs off of the emerald green colored walls of your home.

You’re sitting on the plush black couch in the living room listening to your record player play “Sittin’ on the Dock of the Bay” by Otis Redding as you continue to put little puzzle pieces together on the dark wood table in front of you, immune to his vile words.

You hear the stomping of his boot covered feet in the room above you. He came home from a patrol meeting mad about something Maria had said, but again, when isn’t he? No matter what you do or say, Nate is never satisfied with you and it has become the norm. You spend all day cleaning the house until it is sparkling clean, even the high windows you have, that you can’t reach without a ladder, get cleaned and Nate still complains about seeing dust along the window sill - which was never even there.

Your body turns to stone when you hear the fast creaking of the stairs caused by Nate’s brutally quick steps. The small puzzle piece you have in between your index and thumb falls from them, your lungs stop mid breath, and your eyes start to blink constantly so the tears that are coating your eyes don’t stream down your cold face. Your body can turn on and off as it pleases, this has become your new routine, every single day.

To your right, you hear the scoff and you knew it was coming. “Still just sitting on your fat ass. Wow.” He enunciates the wow and the sound of the hardwood floor notifies you that he’s now getting closer to you, and you’re still in the same position when he comes down, too scared to move or open your mouth, because the tiniest sign of resistance can cause this whole thing to blow up. You’re hoping he’ll stop his nonsense when he notices the pink positive pregnancy test on top of the sonogram that shows a two and a half month fetus, laying on the glass table in front of you.

“Are you fucking stupid or-“ Nate’s loud voice stops mid sentence, he must see the sonogram. Your forehead has sweat beaded all over, your fingers are picking at one another in your lap, your stomach has this acidic sensation that makes you feel queasy. “This is yours?” He questions with a confused expression as you turn to watch his tattooed muscular arm reach for the items. You nod slowly and gaze into his ocean blue eyes that you adore so much. For the first time in five years, you see Nate’s eyes truly filled with love but, as fast as that feeling washed over him, it’s gone. You see the light drain from his face and get replaced with rage - oh god.

“Who have you been fucking?” He barks as he back hands your face, and you had no time to brace yourself, so the forcefulness of him made you fall onto the white shag rug in between the glass table and the couch. A mixture of what? No one and only you spew out of your lips, now bleeding from his strike. As you land on your back, you’re trying to crawl away from his towering body, but before you can get away he’s sitting all his weight on your stomach and his large hands wrap around your throat. You’re staring right into his baby blues with pure panic, your hands starting to claw at him around your neck to try to make him stop.

“It’s Brad isn’t it? You fucking whore!” Nate spits in your face as his grip tightens, causing your eyes to bulge from their sockets a bit.

All four of your limbs are flailing and hitting the wood floor as you’re trying to get him off of your tummy at least. He has his full body weight pushing on your and his precious baby and there’s nothing you can do about it. You feel absolutely hopeless, like the world is falling apart at the seams.

“Ain’t had sex in almost two months! But I see how you and Brad talk to each other, you’re such a slut!” He continues to spit, fully convinced of himself, even though he’s lying.

The look on his blonde bearded face is pure hatred, his thick brows furrowed together creating the lines to deepen, lips rambling away in a scowl. You believe that he would kill you and have zero remorse about it - but somehow, you still love him. The last thing you remember looking at is Nate’s beautiful baby blue eyes staring daggers into yours before everything fades into black.

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“So what happened?” Tommy whispers not knowing you’re awake but just loud enough for you to hear as you watch them from afar.

“I don’t even know man!” Nate’s answers in an emotional tone, “I had gotten home from the meeting and she was doing her puzzle in the living room. I went up to shower and when I got dressed I heard a bunch of commotion downstairs.” He takes a breather like he’s overwhelmed by the answer, and Tommy tells him to take his time, tapping him on the shoulder to comfort him.

“As I walk into the living room, I see this guy sitting on her, so I yell and the guy gets spooked and runs through the house and out the back door.” Nate cries and forcefully puts his hand on the wall next to your bedroom door.

You can’t fucking believe him. You hate that he is such a good liar, it’s disgusting how good he is. He has perfected it since he snatched you up and you should have noticed the red flags before it got to this point. You’ve become so pathetic, letting him just walk all over your soul with no respect for you, and you have no life since he’s isolated you - you only exist for Nate’s needs and wants.

But you ignored how he treated you like a possession, never let you go by yourself anywhere, and if you did, he would question you about everything, making you quit your job at the stables because he didn’t want you to have to work. Slowly, the name calling started - you were always a whore, a slut, a cunt, dumbass, and his personal favorite “A hole for me to fill.” Then the slapping, punching, hair pulling, and choking against the wall became part of the daily routine.

What pulls you back in are the apologies, where he is on his knees crying and pleading with you to forgive him. “I’m so sorry sweetheart, I’ll never do that again, you don’t deserve that, please give me another chance, you are my moon and stars.” Nate has such a beautiful voice, smile, and he’s really charming. You really do believe him. However, it’ll be fine for a day or two, and then it’ll be right back to him hurting you. It’s been a vicious cycle you’ve lived the last five years.

You come back to the realization of where you are and why, your hands instinctively going over your swollen stomach, expecting to still feel that little creature growing in you, but there’s nothing. That mini you is now no more and your mind breaks - it was your body’s last straw. The most earth-shattering scream escapes your body, not caring about anything but your baby. “Not my baby!” You repeat with wails of salty tears soaking your cheeks as you sit up and wrap your sleeve covered arms around your bottomless belly, just shaking.

Nate and Tommy spin their heads as your husband jumps towards you and Tommy disappears into the hallway. “Not my baby!” Still sobbing but for another, for Rosa - you have been stripped of both of your children through death. The feeling of utter despair and rage starts to fight inside of you, is it his fault or is it yours?

The touch of Nate’s hand gently rubbing your face makes you spring your eyes open and look at him. You want to fight him off so bad, the urge to claw at his face and to scream that this is all his fault is boiling inside your chest. But the way his hand is caressing your cherry-red cheeks and his face is in disarray, his blonde hair looks like he’s been running his hands through constantly, his soul-snatching eyes now bloodshot, and his lips a soft red from biting his lips. It all together makes you swoon over him like a teenage girl again, you love him, which is why you won’t leave him.

“My love,” he whispers softly as he brings his lips to your forehead and places a gentle kiss, which makes you cry all over again.

“My baby…” you choke out once more before Nate lays down in the bed you two share, next to you and just holds you as you weep into his chest.

You love being held by him, the feeling of security and love flowing through your body when he holds you like a koala. His strong arms wrap around your torso, his thick legs latch around yours, and you take in the smell of his sweat and subtle scent of deodorant, smiling from the familiarity of him. However, an uneasy feeling grows in your guts, your mind racing about what to do because you now know what your husband is capable of doing to his wife; he killed his baby because he thought it wasn’t his.

This should make you leave and want absolutely nothing to do with him ever again, but it’s not that simple. You are dependent on Nate for everything, you don’t have anything of your own, and you can’t just start fresh. It seems impossible without him, and the fact you live in Jackson means that you will end up seeing him everywhere. So the urge to just stay married and deal with whatever comes your way is a lot easier than the ladder, and that’s what you have to choose.

You’re in too deep to just leave, and now with the amount of emotional turmoil there is between the two of you, it will create a new level of mind games.

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“Hi honey, how are things?” Maria coos as you stand up to receive her hug.

“I’m doing well, thank you. How are you?”

Maria planned a lunch date, it's been one year since your miscarriage, and she didn’t want you to be alone since Nate and Tommy have been gone on patrol for a month. It’s been the most relaxing month you’ve had in years, and it’s very rare that they’re gone this long, two and a half weeks at most. You’ve been able to enjoy the pleasure of your own home, and didn't have to tiptoe around the house just to use the bathroom.

However, this last week has been emotionally exhausting because you have dealt with this looming anniversary alone, and times like these are when you miss Nate the most, because he would hold you, no matter what happened that day, and he would comfort you at night. You’re not sure if that’s a guilt thing for him since he killed his own baby, but you don’t really care why he does it, it’s just the fact that he does.

You haven’t slept much this last week - you’ve tried everything from warm baths to herbal remedies you made from your own garden you started a few years back, in the yard. Your mind just roams in circles about your whole life, about before and your beloved Rosa, then your marriage to Nate, which is at the end of the day, not a marriage, and finally your miscarriage.

It’s been a constant struggle to keep yourself occupied from your own brain, but thankfully Maria and a couple other girls check up on you when they can. They bring baked goods or full meals for you, and sometimes they’ll just sit with you, which you’re thankful for.

“No word on the boys yet,” Maria blurts as she opens the menu that reads Kenny's Burgers - one of the only restaurants in Jackson, packed with customers all the time. “Thank god,” you say louder than you meant, and Maria’s face grows confused. Shit, you think to yourself, why did you have to say that?

“Umm, what?” She asks as she folds the menu back up and sets it on the white round table between the two of you. You bite your bottom lip, do you tell her or lie?

“I meant- like, I- “ you are scrambling for anything to explain yourself but you can’t seem to grasp any ideas. You feel like if you tell the truth, Nate will come out of nowhere and attack you worse than ever. The buzzing of the people at tables around you has started to bother you, your breathing is becoming erratic. You’re sweating heavily, hands fidgeting with each other on the table, before Maria’s hands lightly grab them and she tells you to look at her. Embarrassed at yourself, you slowly pick your head up and gaze at her face, avoiding eye contact with her, afraid you’ll break down right here and now.

“Honey, what is going on with you?” She questions with a defeated sigh. You know she hates seeing the mighty woman you once were, turned into a frail shell of the woman she used to be.

It’s on the tip of your tongue, and you desperately want to spill everything that Nate has done to you, but like some kind of fucked up joke. Your eyes gaze past Maria and you see Nate walking towards you, and he has the smug face he does when he knows you’re thrown off by his actions.Taking in his appearance in utter horror, you notice his brown carhartt jacket and black jeans are drenched in dried blood, and he has a patch of gauze with blood soaking through taped to his neck - he looks like absolute hell.

Maria turns around to see what you’re terrified of, and when she finds Nate walking closer, she puts two and two together in her head.

“Tommy?” She asks from her chair with a sudden change in her tone.

“Putting the horses away, he let me go early to come see my girl today,” he smoothly coos, waiting for you to stand up for him. And without a second thought, you do just that. Hi baby, you hum into his chest. As scared as you just were seeing him again with no warning, that feeling is quickly washed away in a tidal wave created by his familiar smell and touch.

You open your eyes and are met with Maria’s, her face is plastered with an oh, my poor girl kind of look, you smile softly to her as if to tell her, it’s okay. She gives an unconvincing nod as she excuses herself to go see Tommy, and you and Nate give her a quick wave goodbye as she turns her back and walks towards the stables. Now that swallowing feeling of the unknown is jumping in your chest, and you don’t know what to expect from him.

“Let’s go home.” Nate demands as he slides his hand around the curve of your hip, and without any reluctance, you walk side by side with him all the way to the beautiful farm house where you live - the one that doesn’t feel like home.

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“What happened to your neck?” You hesitate to ask as you close the front door behind your uneasy body, kicking off your boots. You hear him scoff as he walks over and grabs a small glass from the cabinet above the liquor and grabs a bottle of whiskey, pours the glass half full with the brown liquid, and sighs as he slides his blood-soaked coat off of his shoulders and hangs it up on the coat rack next to him.

You’re now to the right of him, about ten feet, hesitantly sitting on the couch, the very seat where he attacked you and your baby. You have a new puzzle on the clear glass table - it’s your safe hobby, the peace your soul receives from figuring out difficult puzzles is incredibly satisfying and comforting. Silence fills the room and without Nate even saying anything, you can feel the tension in the air switch like Jekyll & Hyde.

The way he takes the swig of whiskey and slams the glass back onto the granite countertop, almost shattering the glass, causes your body to jump from the sound. He fills the glass another time and repeats the aggressive action, your mind thinking of different ways to change the atmosphere at least a little bit. But consider the fact that you can’t even ask a simple question anymore, you might as well just be a rag doll for him. But who are you kidding? You already are.

All of a sudden, you notice his hand holding the empty glass in a different position. No way, you think, but before you know it, he’s turning his body to face you, winds back his arm and chucks the glistening glass at you. You duck your head between your thighs and scream as you hear the sound of shards scattering throughout your living room as it hits the wall behind you.

“What did you tell her?” Nate grits through his teeth, and you pick your head up and stare at him. He is boiling with rage, his ears and chest are red like a tomato and his chest heaving. You’re honestly shocked he hasn’t put his hands on you yet.

“Dumbass, what did you tell her?” Echoes in the living room. “Nothing!” You yell back, standing up to him for the first time in years. He doesn’t like that, now standing right in front of you, staring down at you, waiting for you to back down. It doesn’t come, you’ve had enough, and you’re not gonna allow him to do this to you anymore.

“Really?” His demeanor changes after he questions you, and if he doesn’t like your answer, he will hit you.

“Told her nothing. But maybe I should.” You snarl back with a slight smirk on your face. You’ve loved when you could throw him off his pedestal just a little bit, even with some of the repercussions that come afterwards. But now, after making up your mind, you have become confident in yourself - not as much as before, but it’s a start.

You don’t even see him wind his hand back, but all of a sudden an overbearing pain shoots into your gut. Your body folds in on itself, chest heaving for air of any kind to grasp onto, and your eyes dart to the cause of this excruciating pain. Your mind is blown when you see Nate’s left hand with his black wedding band. Your lungs have no air for a minute as you gasp over and over, your back on the floor, the same exact spot.

“Good luck leaving, whore,” he spits and walks away from your convulsing body on the living room floor. The creaking of the floorboards on the steps ring through your ears, followed by the slamming of the bedroom door, and then, silence.

You’re curled up into a ball on the same white shag rug, more or less for the same reason as before - Nate, your husband. The tears begin to pour out of your eyes, as do some wails, but they’re silenced by your sleeves covering your mouth. The pain in your stomach is unbearable, it has you rocking your body in little movements to try to make it go away - the feeling of death creeps into your peripheral but is quickly swept away.

“Good luck leaving, whore,” in his spiteful voice repeats throughout your thoughts. What did he mean by that? Can you leave? What did you get yourself into? Why didn’t you just shut up? Why can’t there be someone to help you? Your body and brain are going in loops between getting up and never looking back, and waiting till tomorrow to see what he does.

He just was gone for a month on patrol, and that’s why he’s stressed out, right?

Right?

[lovebugspots]

How crazy can one man be?

For preface, the reader has the ability over nature. So things like plants, water, growth, healing, light are her powers. Think of a Fairy, and how Maleficent has that like golden dust.

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It was normal to be chased out by a crazed man because of being a mutant, mostly… But what was not normal, was getting chased by two super soldiers, widow, and a bird-like human? No idea.

The not-so young mutant saw them, and sprinted off when the group of heroes started chasing her, little did they know, they got the wrong mutant.

11:26 AM. June 13th.

Y/n was trying to have a somewhat nice day. Just trying to get her weekly shopping done, getting groceries, some new books, new cleaning products and laundry. But before she even got into the local grocery store she heard loud footsteps.

She turned around and saw the group of men and one woman all staring at her. Bucky Barnes, Steve Rodgers, Sam Wilson, and Natasha Romanoff. “Earths Mightiest Heroes”.

Y/n knew better then to run, usually.

But this wasn’t the case, Barnes started chasing her so quickly she ran and she heard his rough voice bark out.

“Get back here!”

“I’ll pass!”

She screamed back and started running as fast as she could, adrenaline pumping through her blood as her heart beat quickens.

She pumped her arms and her legs as she dodged the poor men and woman just trying to shop.

“Sorry! Oh shit! Sorry kid!”

She yelled apologetically as she body slammed a kid on accident…She looked back and saw that all of them started chasing her while The Falcon was sin the sky. So, in the heat of the moment she created a bomb out of her magic golden glitter, and threw it up.

“What the fuck?!”

Sam yelled as he descended from the sky, slamming down on the top of the building. He definitely now had a few broken ribs.

Y/n kept running, and unsurprisingly, the only person left running was Bucky. He still yelled for her to stop, but she didn’t. The adrenaline was starting to wear off as she got tired, her lungs hurting and sweat stuck to her skin. Her clothes now felt sticky, and gross.

Bucky to advantage of that and ran up to her and jumped on her, pinning her to the ground.

“Ma’am you are arrested for- oh shit.”

His beautiful steel blue eyes, they now were filled of regret. His pupils small and he got off of her.

“Oh my god…I-I am so, so, sorry. We thought you were…someone else…”

He professed, he got off of her, he helped her up. Y/n…wasn’t happy…

“Excuse me?”

Y/e/c was filled with unadulterated rage, he thinks that he can just say ‘I’m sorry for chasing you even though you aren’t the right person’ and she would accept?

“Did you say ‘wrong person?’”

She spat out and puts her hands on her hips. He grimaced and nodded, he wasn’t happy either, he was ashamed.

“I-I did-“

She cut him off quickly, and seethed out bitterly.

“So are the Avengers after mutants as well?”

She rolled her eyes and scoffed and she backed away from him, but her shakes his head and said softly.

“No not at all! I-I though, I mean, we, thought you were Mystique…”

Y/n’s eyes soften at that name, an old friend of hers, Raven.

“Raven?”

“Yes! You know her?”

“Of course…her death was impacting to all.”

Bucky’s eyes widen, his lips parted but he stammered out…

“Death..? She…died?”

Y/n nodded, she walked up to him and said.

“1992, Jean killed her.”

All Bucky could do was nod, he bit his lip and looked up at her. She sighed and asked delicately.

“Why are you after her?”

Bucky sighed, it was private S.H.E.I.L.D information. But she deserved to know.

“There have been reports about a shapeshifter, and the only person we could point to was her…”

He paused then continues softly.

“But her death isn’t in the system?”

Y/n nodded and answered.

“Xavier said nothing, so mutants wouldn’t get more hate then we already do…”

Bucky sighed and nodded, understanding her words. He stood up fully and puts his flesh hand (his right) out to shake with hers.

“I’m sorry about that. But I’m James, James Buchanan Barnes. But call me Bucky.”

He expressed, giving a beautiful smile…a smile that gave Y/n butterflies. She shakes the feeling off and puts her hand in his.

“Y/n Máxima, just call me Y/n.”

She smiles softly, shaking his hand.

Little did she know, he had the butterflies too. Except it was the ones where he wanted to puke from how harsh they were.

“What a beautiful name…”

He mumbled softly and takes his hand away, and he added softly.

“Hopefully I see you in the near future, Mrs. Máxima…”

She immediately missed his warm, and calloused hand. But all she did was smile and said.

“You will, I assure you of it.”

She looked around and when she looked back at him…he was gone.

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Hii this is my first work, not the best, but it was on my phone and I am way better with a computer. I will definitely make a part two when I’m not busy <3

And I will take requests, and such. I can do other MCU characters but I am in the process on working on my blog. So please be patient. :)

Much love-

Ry 🩵

[angelmichelangelo]

18/30 from the dialouge prompts with raph and mikey...raph being so desperately, loudly angry and screaming when mikey's hurt but his little brother's too out of it and too near death to comfort him so he cant bring himself to stop his tirade for days to come.... do u see my vision....

sorry it took me a while to get to these! hope this suffices :D

read on ao3!

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Raph has never felt a rage quite like it before. It burns bright in his stomach, flames reaching higher and higher, licking at his chest where the smoke curls up out through his throat, choking him out. He’s never felt so angry before, and he’s had quite a lot of chances so far in his lifetime. It’s when the warehouse comes down on top of his little brother that it sparks deep. A flash of green and orange rushing in as the support beams of the already crumbling building start to quiver and shake. Raph can’t move quick enough to get to him in time. “Leo!” He screams as he surges forwards to the fireball of debris that now traps their youngest. “Leo! Help me!” Leonardo is in the middle of batting off three Krang-ified beasts that close in on him, kicking them away with both feet and the hilt of his swords; he’s only a few feet away yet he zipzaps to Raph’s side in a sharp flash of blue, all the breath rushing out his lungs when he asks his big brother with wide eyes as realization crashes down on him, “Where’s Mike?” Raph is already ripping away the mess, hurtling it through the air without care as to where it landed. “Under,” he spits. His pulse drums hard in his ears, drowning out the string of instructions Donnie is barking out over the comms to the rest of the team. “He’s– he’s under it, Leo. Help me.” Leo goes forward, unable to shift any of the rubble as fast as Raphael can but he’s gritting his teeth as he pulls away sheets of metal and rebar, digging deep to get to their brother. There’s a loud hiss and screech that makes both turtles tense and pause. A chance glance backwards over his shoulder and there’s more Krang infected stumbling towards them with outstretched hands that flex at them menacingly. “I’ll hold ‘em off!” Leo shouts over the sound of bullets bursting somewhere a block over. “Keep digging!” Raph watches him for only a second as he bounds off again, swords singing through the air, all his usual quips and one-liner banter had died off a long time ago, leaving the battle almost quiet aside from the occasional grunts and cries. It was a sound Raph had long since become used to in the passage of time. He keeps pulling away bits of the warehouse in search of Mikey who laid beneath it. His vision swims with tears he daren’t shed, blinking them away furiously as he scans the area with his one good eye for that familiar green orange blur. He spots the flash of his neon sticker first, poking up out from a heavy looking slab on concrete. He reaches his hands in and pulls, Mikey’s limp body tucked away in his arms, unmoving and so unnaturally still. “Oh god,” Raph says, voice shaking at the weight of his fear. “Angie. Angie no .” He struggles to place his bigger fingers against his pulse point beneath his jaw, hands shaking too ferociously the first time, a frustrated whine escapes him and he feels sixteen all over again. “Damnit. C’mon,” he snaps at himself. Behind him he hears the sound of metal piercing through something wet and squishy, followed by a loud, empty thud as something hits the floor and fails to get up again. It takes a second but he feels a drumming beneath his fingertips. Slow and constant, it’s not exactly great but it’s a sign that he’ll take. He taps his other fingers against his headset and Donnie’s voice filters through with a pop and a crackle, halfway between another order to whoever was listening. “Dee!” Raph barks harshly. “Mike’s down. We need to fall back, now! ” There’s a hissing sound and then a grunt. “Alright.” His voice is clipped when he responds. “Give me a minute, I’ll get you guys an out.”

Raph bites back the urge to argue that they might not have a minute when Mikey fails to wake up in his hold – there’s no obvious outside injuries that he can take stock of on his lithe, small body but it’s often the inside ones they have to worry about more so. But he doesn’t argue the point with his brother on the other end of the line. He simply allows him to work out the nearest drop-in route with April as Raph cradles Mikey closer to his plastron as the sky rumbles from above them. Leo’s still hoarding off the incoming Krang zombies with easy precision and Mikey is finally starting to stir.

“Ugh. Ra–Raphie?” Tiny pinpricks of baby blues glance up at him, almost swallowed up entirely from his pupils blown out, his mouth slanted wonkily across his face, using whatever energy he has to screw his face up before deducting that it wasn’t worth it, on account of the wince that hisses out of him. “It’s alright, kid, Raph’s got ya.” He curls an arm around him tighter, desperate to keep him tight to him, like he’d never let him go again. “M’head hu’rs,” he slurs, all his words looping together to form an almost incomprehensible sentence. It makes Raph’s heart drum hard against the inside of his chest. “I know it does, buddy,” he coos, trying to keep his voice as level as possible. There’s more sound of gunfire, more sword pushing through soft tissue. More of Donnie’s barking and Leo’s battle cries. “Just stay with me, hm? Stay here. It’s safe, I promise.” Mikey isn’t moving much, but he does manage to nuzzle his face against his plastron, smushing his cheek there against his breastplates like he’d done a thousand times over in all the hugs he’d wormed himself into between his arms. He feels his whole body stutter, like an old car running low on fuel and Raph jiggles him just slightly to garner a reaction from him. “Mikey?” His brother’s breaths come in slow and shallow. His eyes are sliding shut again. Everything is moving far too slow except his own racing heartbeat that pounds furiously at his ribcage. “Mikey!” His little brother huffs, mouth just barely parting to whisper out his next words. “Safe… here. Safe… with you…” Leo screams something at him from across the lot. There’s the sound of metal clashing against metal; a cacophonous sound that sets his teeth on edge, but he swallows the sensation down as he tries to rouse his brother once more. “Stop. No. Wake up. Wake up! I said wake up!” There’s nothing. He swears he feels his brother’s body turn cold in his grasp. A shuddering sob bursts wetly in his chest. Donnie is telling him to hang tight, that April was just minutes away but all of time seems to come to a sharp, squealing halt like rubber against road. He can’t feel Mikey moving. He can’t get him to wake up again . “You’ll be fine,” he says to his still body. “You’ll be fine!” April was so close. She was so very close. “Hey! Wake up!” He should have stayed at home. He’s just a kid – he should have been at home, this isn’t his war to fight against. Hot tears escape him, tracking down his face on one side. “Please. Please wake up…” He can’t remember much when April does eventually show, rolling in she somehow picks Raphael up and more or less shoves him into the Turtle Tank with Leo spilling in behind them. He’s got his own wounds to bare but he goes to Mikey first, looking over him with trembling hands. Raph stares and makes himself small in the corner as April tears back through the city towards what they had of a home. Please wake up. Please wake up. Please wake up.

When Mikey finally does emerge from his slumber a full week later, Raph is gone. He’s all groggy and misty eyed and Leo fights Donnie on being the one to tell him when he clasps his hand where he lies stiff in the med bay cot and starts off, voice all wobbly and wet with,

“Hey, baby. There’s some bad news…” Mike hauls himself up for days. He wrecks his room with all the strength he can muster and blows a hole right through the wall that Donnie fixes in a day. He’s so unbelievably angry he can feel it rattle at his bones and pierce through every muscle in his body like a million shards of glass and steel. He’s never felt so angry before. He’s never felt so rageful and hurt, the pain way above cracked skulls and broken bones and bullet wounds. It settles deep in his very soul and festers like an abyss waiting to rot. He’s never felt so hurt before until he remembers that safe, warm feeling of being pressed between his big brother's arms, and even though it takes a while – it chases it away. It wards it off like a big, overprotective dog, and on the days that Mikey feels that temper rising, sparking hot in his belly and overcoming him like wildfire, he mixes it up with that safe feeling and weaponizes it into something sharp and powerful. He’ll never have that feeling in full again. That ' safe here' moment being squished between his big arms and his plastron tight against his face. He’ll never feel it fully, but he has it, tucked away deep for the days he needs it most.

[gxdsfavgal]

Puppy Adoption

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Partner!Reader

Warnings: FLUFFFYYYYY little BLURB, I just wrote this very rushed because I thought it was cute lol

A/N: based on this tiktok https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRny1sHd/

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I am a binge watcher. I love watching celebrity interviews even though I am surrounded by it in my personal life. But I have my own little favorites. It is something I look forward to every time I open YouTube. I hope to see a new upload of Buzzfeeds Puppy Interview.

I obsessed over the Chris Evans one, and even the Tom Holland one. After finding out that Drew was going to be in one for OBX, I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I begged for him to let me watch in the behind the scenes, and luckily it didn't take much begging.

So now here we are, the puppies in the crates as the cast talks to the producers on what they are doing and what type of questions are going to be asked.

I was in awe by all the tiny noses poking out through the grates of the cages, the little barks and howls. I am a dog person through and through.

Cats? Birds? Fishes? Never.

Before they filmed, the adoption manager and I had a conversation. We talked about how they are a non-profit organization and how they always have dogs of all ages to be fostered or adopted.

I was fortunate enough to snap a few pics for my Instagram story.

I didn't have pets growing up, but I kept a promise to myself that I would someday be a parent to a dog. I didn't care the breed, I just wanted to have a dog to love.

Drew on the other hand grew up around dogs, his family and his friends. He knows everything about them. He's always told me that we need to get a dog someday.

He promised me that we would get a puppy together on our second date, and I've held that promise to him.

I sat comfortably and excited in a chair behind the crew members of the Buzzfeed production team. The lights of the studio flashed "Filming In Progress", and everyone became silent.

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Drew and the rest of the cast just finished up the Buzzfeed puppy interview. I was just in the behind the scenes trying to get some content for Drew's instagram.

"I literally cannot move" Drew whispered out as the film crew started wrapping up.

The puppy in his arms fully asleep, its head lolled back with little snores.

The OBX group was all in awe over Drew and the puppy.

"Come here." Drew asked of me, using his head to nod.

I walked past the camera and sat down on the floor next to Drew and Maddy, the other puppies coming to sniff me. I put out my hand so the pups can smell me, but also so I can lure one to hold.

"They are up for adoption right?" I asked the lady on the side who brought all of the dogs to the interview.

"Yep! Every single one of them." she smiled.

"Oh my god! I want all of them." I whispered as I held up the puppy I was holding.

"Same, I do need a travel buddy" Madelyn giggled as her chin was getting licked.

"Drew, it seems like that one is basically yours." I nodded my head towards the one in his arms.

"I wish I could make him ours." Drew petted the German Shepards head.

"Why not? We've been talking about getting a dog for months."

"I don't know, you think we should?" he asked me with a smile on his face, ready to commit to being a dog dad.

"I think you guys should do it." the lady spoke, trying to convince us to adopt.

"Wow, she's got great marketing skills." Bails said with a giggle as Austin laughed with.

"Ehh I don't know." Drew tilted his head back and forth.

"I think we should." I rested my head on Drew's shoulder, looking at the still sleeping puppy in his arms. "I think he adopted you actually."

"Do it! Do it!" the cast cheered as they made the dogs in their arms do little dances.

Drew and I's heads turned to each other, our eyes making immediate contact. We were both trying to decipher what the other one was saying.

We a little smile on his face and mine, we both did a little nod.

"We'll take him." I told the lady as I lightly booped the sleeping puppy nose.

[restlesscrybaby]

Jack Horner x reader, like, Jack and reader are making out in his office and the head baker opens the door interrupting them (like they aren't doing anything yet but when they start they get caught)

Yes, that's a pretty silly ask, sorry kk

ITS NOT SILLY ITS JUICCYYY!!

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~ JACK HORNER SMUT HEADCANONS. ~

~~ CAUGHT RED-HANDED. ~~

× 'It's not what it looks like!' ×

☆ CONTENT WARNING: Smut. ☆

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Oh.. Passion, what a strong word...

Passion...

Hot breath against hot breath, his face close to yours.

He had placed you upon his oak desk, the feeling of the wood allowed you to know just where you were here...

He was sat in his chair, as he scooted it all the way up to be right up in your skin, as his tongue darted out to wet his lips.

Ohh...

He wanted to eat you up, just to spit you back out whole again...

A smirk coiled upon his face, one of an evil bastards, as you could only watch. Waiting for his move. Feeling him against you.

A hand snaked forward, towards your hip. His fingers snaked around it, a firm clench from his fist as he held you there. The other hand placing itself upon the upper flesh of your thigh, as he slammed his plump lips into yours.

It was a sudden feeling of tongue and lip, but you couldn't help but kiss him back.

Your arm extend slightly, but it rested upon his shoulder, as your hand snaked towards the back of his head. Your fingers intertwining within locs of luscious purple, oh my god, you were going to explode with joy.

The taste of his lips with yours...

Oh god...

His tongue swiped towards your bottom lip, but, he didn't give you much time to realize what that meant. His tongue sliding towards the beautiful lips that he was craving so bad, to indulge in your taste more.

Oh, it gave you the advantage too.

But, he pulled his tongue out after a moment..

You took your time, you slipped away, you needed air. You were already going to die. But...

He didn't give you much time.

You could hear his aggravated grumble in his chest, you made him wait so you could breathe? Bah! What a sore loser!

But, you were quick to satisfy him.

God knows what would happen if you kept him waiting..

Especially with THAT bulge...

But, his hand that rested on your thigh placed itself upon the table, as he stood up only slightly. His palm soon easing towards your wrist, ushering it to his bulge.

To palm him.

Oh god. He wanted you to palm him?

But, you obeyed.

A small push towards his bulge, as he felt satisfaction with your movement.

...

"MR. HORNER, JERRY TRIED TOOOoh my god-" The head baker had busted in, screaming at the top of their lungs.

He pulled his lips away in a flash, a hiss escaping from between the soaked flesh,

"WHAT!? GET OUT, GO! GO!" He barked, as embarrassment flushed his face. Oooh! Now he was gonna have to kill his BEST head baker he's had yet! Yknow..

So they wouldn't say anything.

Yet, they stood, like a deer in headlights, before the frightening mound of a man.

"DON'T STARE AT ME, LEAVE, NOW, NOW!!"

And left they did.

They scampered out, practically stumbling over themselves, with a desperate pant. The door being closed behind them, in a desperate attempt.

It only shut just slightly, it was creaked just slightly...

Bah!

He knew he should've locked that.

I mean, he wouldn't mind someone watching, but-- it--

Ugh.

...

You dared to ask;

"You still in the mood?"

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× '... It is. It is what it looks like.' ×

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SUREY THIS IS RUSHED this idea makes me run in a circle

[whump-or-whatever]

Whump Vignette #18

Contents: environmental whump, crush injury, magical whump, magical healing, accidental whumper, whumper turned caretaker (sorta)

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Branches slapped at his skin and caught at his feet as Johnah sprinted through the overgrown woods. He followed a fresh trail of trampled grass and snapped twigs. His quarry was only a few minutes ahead of him.

Johnah didn’t know why she’d felt the need to run, he really only wanted to talk with her. Then again, her reputation preceded her. A skilled magic-user with a penchant for the dramatic, known to sell her services for the right price, no matter how nefarious the job. So, it made sense that she was none too eager to stop and chat.

As he ran, Johnah noticed the air grow oddly humid. The sun went behind a cloud and the woods grew considerably darker. Still, Johnah didn’t think much of it until he heard a loud rumbling up above. He glanced up just in time to be smacked in the face with a sheet of rain, making him sputter and shake his head to clear the water from his eyes.

From then on the rain fell in droves. Johnah was soaked to the bone. His feet splashed in deep puddles and slid on the newly muddy ground. Still, he continued on through the underbrush after the woman he was sure was causing the freak storm.

Only a minute or so passed before a bolt of lightning struck only a few hundred feet behind Johnah, making him jump out of his skin. Heart pumping away, he doubled his pace.

The second bolt struck much closer, close enough to make all the hairs on Johnah’s body stand on end. It was quickly followed up by a third strike. Johnah looked up as an explosive splintering sound filled the air. The trunk of a massive tree split, its top half crashing down right above him.

Johnah tried to scramble out of its path, but the slippery ground afforded him no purchase. The tree trunk slammed into him, pinning his right leg under its weight and slamming his body into the ground.

Johnah screamed, a high pitched, undignified noise that stalled as the air was ripped from his lungs. The pain was like nothing he’d ever felt before, and that was saying something.

After a moment of struggling, Johnah managed to gasp in some much needed air. He tried to move, but quickly fell limp as agony ripped through him. Letting out a broken sob, he blinked up at the sky.

Had he not been in unbearable pain, Johnah might have noticed that the rain had stopped falling and the gray clouds had cleared away, allowing sunlight to filter in past the forest canopy. As it was, Johnah didn’t notice, instead focusing on fighting off the darkness trying to invade the edges of his vision.

His attention was drawn, however, to a distinct snap of a twig and a muttered “oh my god”. Straining his neck to the side, Johnah found the subject of his pursuit standing just a few feet away.

Her eyes scanned him in horror for a moment before she rushed over to his side, crouching down next to his head. “I- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to- I was just trying to get you to stop following me, I didn’t mean for this to happen.” She glanced down at his leg, crushed beneath the tree trunk, and quickly averted her eyes, swallowing back a wave of nausea.

Johnah tried to respond, but only managed some choked noises. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to suppress the pain before trying again. “Help. Please,” he managed, looking up at the woman with a glazed expression of desperation.

She nodded hurriedly. “Yeah, right. Yeah. Umm,” she turned towards the tree, pointedly avoiding looking at his leg and instead focusing on the bark of the trunk. Beginning soft and unsure, she quickly gained confidence and volume as she spoke the words to a levitation spell.

Johnah groaned behind pinched lips as the weight of the tree shifted, sending new waves of agony through his leg.

Slowly but surely, the woman lifted the tree and moved it off to the side, dropping it unceremoniously just out of reach. Panting with the effort, she turned back to Johnah to find him completely out of it, eyes unfocused and hazy, head lolled to the side.

“Hey, hey,” she placed her hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at her. His eyes focused only momentarily before his energy waned and they fell closed.

The woman cringed. Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself and looked down at his leg. It barely even resembled a leg anymore, such a mess it was. Another deep breath and she began reciting a healing spell.

The second his flesh began to shift, Johnah’s whole body lurched and he let out strangled cry. The woman placed one hand on his chest to steady him as she continued her recitation.

Johnah pinched his eyes closed, turning his head to press his cheek into the mossy carpet of the forest floor. Somewhere along the way he must have lost consciousness because when he opened his eyes again the torturous pain was gone. In its place was a steady ache and the awkward buzzing sensation of magic coursing throughout his body. It was familiar yet strange, as he was not used to feeling someone else’s magic so intimately.

With a groan, Johnah shifted, regaining orientation and feeling in his sluggish limbs. There was a rustling of leaves before the woman was at his side again, looking him over concernedly. “You’re awake.”

“So it would seem.”

“I wasn’t sure you were going to wake up. I thought maybe I’d done something wrong. I’m usually really good at healing magic, but I’ve never done something like that before. An injury that bad, I mean…”

“I’m fine.” Johnah winced as he tried to sit up. “Well, not fine. That’s a lie. But I’ll be alright.”

Placing a hand on his back to help him up, the woman shook her head. “You have to believe me, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was just trying to scare you so you’d back off.”

“I’m just glad you came back for me. Otherwise I’d have been toast.” Johnah stretched his neck side to side. “My name’s Johnah Varley. I’ve heard of your magical skill, I was just looking to talk to you.”

“Charlie Worst. I’m so sorry.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Charlie. Now that my leg is back in one piece, anyway. Mind helping me up?”

“Oh, yeah.” Charlie grabbed Johnah under the arm and helped pull him up, supporting his weight as he swayed momentarily.

Putting a bit of pressure on his leg to test it, Johnah found it felt a little odd but surprisingly fine given the circumstances. “Your healing magic is incredible.”

Charlie looked away abashedly.

“Then again,” Johnah continued, “anything’s better than mine.” He pulled up his shirt to show the puckered scar across his abdomen, the result of his attempt at healing a stab wound.

Charlie’s eyes went wide. “Oh my god! Did you do this drunk?”

“Hah. I’d like to say it was the blood loss that that made it so bad, but if I’m being honest, I’m not sure I could have done any better in another circumstance.”

“I might be able to help fix it a bit. But first, we’d better get out of this forest. I don’t even know how far we ran.”

“Sounds like a splendid idea. Let’s go.”

With that, they set off back through the path of destruction. At least it looked like Johnah was going to get that conversation he’d been hoping for.

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