#Chapter 3 will come soon but I'm scared to write it

[lordmaddie]

Chapter 2 is out! Fandom: Enderal (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Tharaêl Narys/Prophet Characters: Tharaêl Narys, Prophet | Prophetess (Enderal), Prophet (Enderal) Additional Tags: Tharaêl's POV, Child Death Summary: New life, new purpose. And now Tharaêl gets to watch his companion make the exact mistakes he did.

[tan1shere]

hi bb 🥹

could you do like a deep comfort with Billie? where reader is feeling really anxious and we’re just sitting in the bed and she just helps talk out our troubles and thoughts and just holds us and is physically intimate with us (fluffy) to help us calm down <3

New Chapter

Billie Eilish x female reader !

A/n: I saw this tiktok and ugh I just needed to write something like it. Hope you enjoy nonnie ! (Ok so embarrassing update. Sad update LMAO but I forgot Ms billie can't get us pregnant -i just didn't think the idea through- so I'm making it a bit creative and I'm praying you enjoy, just try not to think of it as legitimate and focus on the comfort okur :D) - also sorry if it's short 😔 - also kinda went way off your request :( I hope you like this tho nonnie

Summary: you're always an anxious mess, so once you find out this news you have a complete breakdown.

Warnings: angstyish, comfort, suggestive mentions ??? Anxiety attack, I think that's it !

Masterlist

Uh oh. Was all you thought this morning when you felt ill. You had so much work to get done you did not need to get a cold or the flu ontop of that. Then it hit you on what it could be. Surely not though.

Rewind to a few weeks ago. You and Billie had just had a date night and you wanted to try something new, per her suggestion. Slightly drunk you both decide to use the ejaculating dildo. But last time which wasn't that long ago, you were trying for a baby. You had been finding anonymous donors for a while and she finally found one. You ended up forgetting about it, so you thought nothing could happen because I mean, it was old. Surely nothing could attach to anything right?

Wrong. This feeling was getting worse as the morning went on. Billie was over at Finneas' working on some music related things. So she wasn't there. You had bought pregnancy tests like a month ago when you and Billie came up with the random idea. You were ready then, kind of. Now? Fuck no. Your job had been getting worse and you were honestly thinking of quitting. But you couldn't do that. Even if Billie insisted that it'd be ok, she could pay for the both of you she says. But you said she shouldn't ever have to do that.

Working was your everything even if this job was the putz, you've always loved working. You procrastinate looking at this stupid test. The whole baby thing was merely a thought you guys weren't 100% on it. Atleast you weren't. A human growing inside you, that's so much to think about. Children are a huge responsibility. Your head soon feels light, trying to calm your nerves. "Don't be stupid, this is just nothing. Turn it over." You try and convince yourself. Your hand trembles as you do, fully expecting 'not pregnant'

Wrong again. Your eyes widen tremendously. "Fuck, no no-" You accidentally drop it starting to freak out. Your chest feeling extra heavy. And just in time to freak out more, the front door opens. "Hey baby! I'm back." Baby.. Baby. Ones growing inside you. Your mind races. Shit, fuck. Your freakout continues. Your breathing becoming labored. Trying to calm down as your heart rate picks up. Pointless. "Y/n?" You try desperately to think of something, how on earth do you even explain this to her. 'Oh hey, yeah I'm pregnant.' Not to mention how scared you were.

You didn't want this not now, and you honestly weren't sure if you ever would. That's probably just the anxiety talking, but all you could think about was how scary this all was. Scared wasn't even the right word for how you were feeling. And the pain in your heart was telling you that. She comes into the bathroom looking at you with worry. "What's going on-?" Then she saw your teary eyes, panic flooding her. "Hey, hey. What's up?" She grabs your face gently. "Talk to me, please." But she stops herself realizing you were about to have a panic attack.

"Ok, look at me, I'm right here." Her hands grab yours going to put it on her heart like she always does, but you retract them. Shoving them in your hair. "I cant do this." You say breathing heavy. Still stuck on what you had just read on that stupid stick. It's all you could think about right now. "Do what babe?" That worried her more. What on earth were you talking about. "This can't be real- I have to be dreaming." You then say clutching your beating heart, shaking your head in disbelief. She grabs your face again, never harsh. "What. Is going on." Her thumb swipes your tear stained cheeks.

In attempt to calm you, and it worked for a moment. How do you even tell her. "I-.." You began but tear up again. You couldn't find the words at first, buy you try so hard. "I'm pregnant." You decide to just blur out, ripping of the bandaid, the stuck. Sticky. Bandaid. She gives you a confused look. "Babe-" She doesn't believe you, you wish you didn't believe you. "You do realize-" But you turn around before she could finish, grabbing the test and putting it in her hands. She widens her eyes, seeing it. Even more confused than she was before. Then her brain clicks. "The dildo.." you hear her mumble.

You're pacing, but she grabs you. "Hey, it's ok. I promise this will be all o-" "No. I can't do this, I don't think I ever could. This is so scary and." You stop feeling your chest heave. "Baby." She then says. "Yeah, ones growing in me. A human, I can't do that." She grabs you again, spotting how another attack was coming on, her hands grabbing yours and instinctively putting them on her heart. One of your coping mechanisms. "Look at me, we can do this I promise." You sob. "It was old how'd it even-" She brings you into her. Wrapping her arms around you. "I don't know my love... I don't know." But that's all you needed to stay calm, her warmth was incredibly comforting. Her voice calming every nerve inside you.

Just like it always did. You wrap your arms tightly around her. Burying your head into her chest. Lettung the initial shock die down. Heart going back to normal after awhile. Her hand gently caresses your hair, kissing the crown of it. "I'm here, which will be the main thing and we will get through this together no matter what." Her soothing touches and voice was all you needed. That's what helped in the end. You kinda wished you had done it when she was home, knowing that if she had been, you could've potentially avoided a anxiety attack. Still holding you close as you did so, letting you know that all of this would be ok. "What if I suck, what if it hurts-"

But she stops you, really not wanting you to think about this right now. "Hey, don't worry about that right now ok?" She pulls you back getting you to look at her. "I know you're scared. Fuck, I am too. But we got this." Her finger moves a loose strand out of your face, holding it once again. "You're good with kids, so good with kids. I'm just worried that I won't be good with it." Her head shakes. "You'll be amazing. You've got so much love in you, I know once it's here you'll be the best. Mother. Mark my words." You smile at her brightly. Everything she was saying soothing every worry. You were so glad to have someone like that in your life.

"I love you." She then says, making you cry out of happiness this time.

"I love you more. I'm so glad out of anyone in this world, you're the one I'm doing it with."

"And that's never changing."

Lil note, since I felt like I didn't get your request like you wanted and it's kinda bugging me (a lil mad at myself) I'll do a little blurb of a small idea that I got !

[sissylittlefeather]

If You Talk In Your Sleep

Chapter 3

A/N: As soon as I warned you that I wouldn't be writing anymore, I turned around and wrote a chapter 😂. I won't be churning stuff out like I used to, but I am going to try to write when I can, for my own sanity. ICYMI, this is the one with Elvis set in Vegas in 1969 and you're a Casino Boss's wife. I hope you enjoy it!

Need to catch up? Masterlist HERE.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, smut, kissing, oral sex (m receiving), p in v sex, reader calls Elvis "daddy", he spanks her a couple times, and they drink alcohol

Word count: ~3.5k

“It is morning.” His eyes pop open and you look at each other in terror.

“Oh fuck.”

******

You leap out of bed as quickly as possible and jump in the shower. You've never washed so fast in your life, but you know if you go home smelling like Elvis it'll definitely be the end of both of you. You dry off quickly and put your clothes back on, running through the suite like a chicken with your head cut off. Elvis tries to help you as much as he can, but both of you have a sinking, sick feeling in your stomach that you don't think has anything to do with the champagne from last night. As soon as you're dressed, he calls one of his men to take you home and you stand there awkwardly as you wait for him.

“Elvis, I'm sorry–”

“It's okay, honey. I understand.” You look up at him with your eyes shiny and full of fear and something else entirely. Coming home in the daylight might be the last thing you ever do. And seeing Elvis again puts his life at risk too. You're not willing to do that, so you know this goodbye has to be long term at the very least, if not permanent. He leans in to kiss you softly just as a tall young man with shaggy brown hair busts through the door.

“Where's the fire, boss?” He asks, panting. It's clear Elvis woke him up and had him rush to get here.

“This little girl needs a ride to the Flamingo, as fast as possible.” Elvis turns to you. “Honey, this is Jerry. You can trust him. He'll take you home.”

You look up at Jerry and nod. His face is kind and soft and you see why Elvis trusts him. You turn back to Elvis.

“Elvis, I–”

“I know.” He cuts you off and kisses you one last time before hurrying you out the door with Jerry. As soon as you're gone, he drops onto the sofa and holds his head in both hands. He hates to admit it, but he's scared. Scared for you and scared for himself. His eyes fixate on the carpet as images of what might happen float up and he tries to block them out. He walks to the phone in his suite and dials the number of one of his bodyguards.

“Red, get everyone together. We need to talk.”

******

In the car, you try not to fidget too much as you ride in silence. You twist your ring around on your finger and sigh deeply.

“You alright?” Jerry asks, his voice quiet.

“Not really. I'm not sure what I'm going home to.” You're not sure why you're telling him this, but Elvis did say you could trust him.

“He wouldn't let anything happen to you. Not if he can help it.” You look up at him and he smiles sweetly.

“You don't know my husband.”

“No, but I know Elvis. It's been a while since he had the same girl come over twice and even longer since one stayed the night. I have orders to stay and make sure you're okay.” You shake your head frantically.

“That's really not necessary.”

“Maybe not. But I'm gonna do it anyway. If you need to get away, I'll be in the casino for a few hours.” You think to yourself that it sounds like a good way to get yourself beaten to a pulp, but he won't defy his boss’s orders for anything.

“Thank you.” He lets you get out a block away and then parks and heads into the casino. You make your way up to your suite, holding your head high and praying you don't run into any of the guys. At the door, you take a deep breath and then open it. It's unlocked.

“Where the fuck you been?” Carl is sitting on the couch waiting for you, but you've been working on this lie all morning.

“Out. I ran into Holly last night at the Tropicana and we drank way too much. Ended up crashing in a room there.” Carl stands and walks over to you and you thank God that you had the wherewithal to shower before you left.

“If I call Holly right now, she'll tell me the same story?” You stomach flip-flops. Holly is a girl you used to know back when you were a dancer. She knows Carl and was a pretty good friend, so you think there's a chance she might roll with it if you have to call her. You look him in the eye and lie boldly.

“Yeah, of course.” For a second, he just looks at you, trying to decide how much he really cares. But your lie must be convincing because he nods slowly. You breathe deeply, thinking you're in the clear, but he grabs your face in his meaty hand and squeezes.

“If I ever find out you're fucking lying, you will not enjoy what I do to you.”

“I'm not.” You spit it at him, but the effect is diminished by your cheeks being smushed. He lets you go aggressively and you rub your chin.

“I'm going out. I won't be home before work.” You nod and he heads out of the suite. As soon as he's gone, you sink to the floor and cry, your body wracked with sobs now that the adrenaline has worn off. You want to let Elvis know that you're in the clear, but you can't. Carl will have eyes on you for the next few days, so you'll have to stay home. That's a price you're willing to pay to keep Elvis alive, though, and you sigh deeply, relieved that Carl has bought your lie. For now.

******

You lay low and stay in your suite for the next few days, knowing if you go anywhere you'll be followed. So instead, you wait. Finally, almost a week later, you get bored and decide to go shopping. You assume it's safe now, since Carl hasn't said another word about you coming home that one morning. Still, when you walk through the casino downstairs, you can't shake the feeling that you're being watched and followed.

You try to ignore it and go about your business, wandering through stores and holding up articles of clothing to your body. If you are being followed, they won't see anything exciting. As you walk through one particular store, though, the feeling of being watched gets worse. You start to look around suspiciously for one of Carl’s guys, but you don't see anyone you recognize. Just as you're about to give up and go home, you turn and run smack into Jerry, gasping.

“Oh my god. You scared me.” You clutch your chest and try to calm your breathing.

“Sorry. Elvis wanted me to give you this.” He presses a shopping bag into your hand.

“Wait. How did you know I was here?” He turns a little pink and fidgets with his fingers.

“We've been in the casino all week waiting for you to come down with orders to follow you if you did. And give you that. So, just, look at it okay? I'll tell Elvis you got it.” You nod and he turns to walk away from you.

“Jerry, wait!” He looks around and turns back.

“Hmm?”

“How is he?” You ask quietly. Being without him is about to kill you and you miss him so much it hurts.

“He misses you. Just, look in the bag and do as he asks. He's so worried about you. None of us have slept much.” He's almost pleading with you, so you nod slowly and he gives you a half smile before turning and walking out of the store.

You run to the checkout counter to pay for what you want and then rush home, the bag that Jerry gave you tucked into your other shopping bag. You have no idea what's in it, so you want to hide it in case you get caught. When you get back to your suite, Carl has left for work, so you have the place to yourself. You quickly pull out the bag and dump the contents onto your bed.

Inside the bag is a dress, some jewelry, a masquerade mask, and a card. You open the card first.

Hey honey,

I miss you. Put this on and meet me at the Palomino Club at midnight.

Love,

Elvis

You try not to smile too much at his handwriting and the way he signed the note. Then, you look down at the contents of the bag. The mask makes sense now that you know where he's asking you to go. The Palomino Club is brand new in Vegas, a strip joint, where no one respectable goes. It's so seedy that most of the patrons wear these masks to keep their identity secret. You're not sure why he's asking you to meet him there, but you suspect it has something to do with the newness and perceived anonymity. Unless they follow you, Carl's men would never think to look for you there.

Upon further inspection, you realize that the mask is beautiful. It's peacock-feathers on a purple background and it'll cover most of your face when you put it on. The dress is deep turquoise, backless and silky, and matches the mask perfectly. You glance at your watch, realize it's almost 10pm, and start getting ready.

******

At 12:07, Elvis sits at a table in the Palomino Club and anxiously fiddles with a glass of whiskey that he's not drinking. He ordered it just to have something to do with his hands.

“Jer, she said she was comin’ right?” Jerry shrugs and nods. You didn't say one way or the other, but he's reluctant to tell his boss no. “Then where the hell is she?”

He adjusts his mask. It's gold and matches his belt that he's wearing over a deep purple crushed velvet suit. It's over the top and the belt probably gives away who he is, but it doesn't seem like anyone is paying any attention. Everyone in the club is too focused on the barely-clad dancers on the stage. The girls have come up to him a couple of times and offered dances, but he declines. He's tempted to say yes once, but he thinks of how it would look for you to come in while he's getting a lapdance from another woman, especially one as naked as the girls in this club. Honestly, he can't look directly at them without blushing anyway. He takes a sip of the whiskey and grimaces.

“Isn't that her?” Jerry gestures to the door and he turns quickly. Sure enough, there you are, a vision in your peacock mask, silky dress, and strappy gold sandals. He wonders how you knew to wear them, since they match his outfit.

You see him sitting at a table and start to make your way towards him. As you approach, he slips out of the chair and stands up, his mouth open a little.

“Wasn't sure you were comin’.” He leans in to kiss your cheek, lingers, and then moves over to your lips, kissing you softly. You smile as he hovers with his mouth just above yours, obviously desperate to kiss you for real.

“Well, I did. Now what?” He taps his nose against yours lightly and smiles.

“You need a drink.” You groan as he pulls back and takes your hand to lead you over to the bar. You order a cocktail and sip it as he wraps himself around you from behind, pressing his lips to your shoulder. “You look good enough to eat, honey.”

You giggle and lean back into him as he kisses your neck.

“You promise?”

“Would I lie?” You turn to face him and he pulls you into a deep kiss, dipping his tongue into your mouth. His arms wrap around your waist and before you know it, your bodies are flush against each other and he's grinding his hips into you. You're both oblivious to the outside world, too lost in the kiss and in each other. It completely catches you off guard when someone taps on your shoulder. You drag yourself out of the kiss and turn. It's one of the dancers.

“Would you two like a private dance in one of our fantasy rooms?” Elvis looks at the girl and then back at you. You're ready to say no, but he has that glint in his eye.

“I think we would, doll.” You look at him with your eyes wide and questioning, but he just kisses your cheek and puts his hand on your lower back to guide you to follow the dancer. At the door, she turns to face you both, pushing it open without stepping inside.

“For a hundred bucks I'll disappear and you can have this room to yourselves for the night.” Elvis grins.

“Great minds think alike. I was gonna ask if you could make this happen. Here.” He fishes a hundred dollar bill out of his pocket and hands it to her. She smiles and disappears as quickly as she appeared. “After you, honey.”

You walk in with him behind you. The room is just a round conversation pit with a built in circular plush couch covered with cushions. The whole thing is dark pink velvet with black trim and the walls are mirrors. The low ceiling is black velvet with mirrored medallions holding it in place and the lighting is low, but still enough to see. He shrugs and then settles on one of the couches. You walk to him and bend over, putting your hands on his knees.

“You been to a lot of places like this?” He looks down the front of your dress and grunts.

“Not at all. There aren't many.”

“So you haven't had a bunch of lapdances?” He raises an eyebrow, not sure where you're going with this.

“Not really, no.”

“You know I used to be a dancer.” His eyes get wide.

“Yeah?” You push him back against the couch and turn away from him, grinding your ass against his lap. The music is loud, but not too loud, so you bounce and roll to it rhythmically as you rub yourself on his already-hard cock. He reaches for your hips but you stand up and bend over in front of him, touching your toes and giving him a good view of your ass. He spanks one cheek and you yelp a little. “My turn to be the boss tonight.”

“Yes daddy.” You whimper as he spanks you again on the other cheek and grins at you calling him daddy.

“Turn around.” Eager to follow instructions, you turn and climb onto his lap, straddling his hips. He holds your ass in both hands as you begin to roll against him to the music. As you dance, you push one of the straps of your dress off your shoulder. He watches as you push the other one off too and let your dress fall open to your waist. The backless nature of the dress means you're not wearing a bra, so this simple action puts your whole chest on display for him. “Goddamn, baby.”

He moves to cup your breasts, pinching your nipples between his fingers. Pulling you towards him, he wraps his lips around one nipple and flicks it with his tongue. Once he's satisfied with how hard it is, he moves to the other side and does the same thing. He nibbles and sucks on you as you run your hands in the back of his hair.

“Fuck, Elvis.”

“I'm just gettin’ started.” He whispers and you smirk.

“Me too.” You sink to the floor between his knees and run your hands up his thighs. His muscles tense as you get closer and closer to his swollen cock. You coo seductively. “What d’you want, baby?”

“Mmm I want you to suck it.”

“Yes daddy.” Your hands go to his belt and then the zipper. He lifts his hips for you to pull his pants down just enough to get his member out, the tip of it leaking precum as it throbs. You pump him so slowly with your hand and he moans softly, watching you. Then, you lean forward and, pulling his foreskin back, lick the tip of his dick. He groans and leans his head back as you take him fully in your mouth, sliding your lips around him tightly and letting him hit the back of your throat. It's been a while since you've given a blowjob, but you used to be pretty good at it, so you tap into those skills as best you can. Either way, he seems to be enjoying it as he grunts and whimpers, his hand moving to the back of your head to hold your hair as he thrusts gently into your mouth. His hips roll as he fucks your face and he strokes your cheek.

“So pretty with your mouth full a’my cock, baby.” You moan softly around him. “Fuck, doll, I don't wanna cum yet.”

He gently pulls your head up off of him and moans as his hard dick bounces with being released from your lips.

“Aw, daddy. How do you want this pussy?” You giggle, standing up. You both still have your masks and half your clothes on, so you slip your panties off and climb into his lap, rubbing your wet folds against him, but not letting him inside. His hips buck and he grunts.

“I wanna fuck her good and hard, baby. Make her cum so good for me.”

His fingertips find your clit and he rubs circles on your swollen bud. You moan loudly and hold onto his shoulders for support.

“Take off everything but your mask.” His voice is quiet but firm, so you stand up and do exactly as he says. He does the same until you're both naked in just your masks. “Lay on your back.”

You settle onto the couch on your back and he puts your ankles on his shoulders, teasing your entrance with the head of this cock.

“You want it hard, baby?”

“God, yes!” You moan as he slams into you in one thrust, your eyes rolling back from being filled so quickly.

“Oh, honey, you take this cock so well.” He picks up an intense pace of thrusting into you and you could die because it feels so good. You're already close to an orgasm as he slams against your g-spot relentlessly, but it really pushes you over the edge when he reaches down to rub on your clit as he fucks you. “Come on, baby, cum for daddy.”

You do as you're told and groan loudly as your climax crashes into you like a freight train, filling your body with electric heat. He slows down just a little as you cum, trying to push off his own orgasm while your pussy squeezes his dick. Without warning, he leans down and picks you up, sitting back on his heels as he holds you in his arms and thrusts into you from underneath. In this position, you can kiss him easily, so you do and it's surprisingly tender. All of a sudden the sex has become something more, something that's binding you together as you look into each other’s eyes. It's like the masks remove the necessity for protective walls and the only thing left is vulnerability and something that shouldn't be there yet, but it is.

“Honey, I'm gonna cum.” He whispers it like a declaration of affection.

“Good.” Your affirmation is a confirmation that you feel the same way. Two more thrusts and he grunts and buries his head in your neck while his cock twitches and shoots his release inside you. He groans into your hair and tries desperately to keep himself from saying the words. It's too soon. Too early. He's only known you for a couple of weeks. But it's there, so close to the tip of his tongue that he's scared to open his mouth. And you wait, needing him to say it first because if you do it makes you insane. So you sit there for a few seconds, both of you refusing to admit what you know to be true. Even if it's stupid, unrealistic, short-lived, it is in fact, true.

He pulls back from his place in your neck and pushes the mask off of your face. Then, you take his off and there's nothing blocking you anymore. You see him and he sees you and there's no going back.

“Fuck. I'm in love with you.” He says it incredulously like he can't believe it either because he can't. It hangs there for a second like smoke before you whisper your response.

“I'm in love with you too.”

******

Until Next Time

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

@ccab @atleastpleasetelephone @aliypop @18lkpeters @dkayfixates @tacozebra051 @your-nanas-house @joshuntildawn13 @lookingforrainbows @60svintage @littlehoneyposts @epthedream69 @louisejoy86 @rjmartin11 @from-memphis-with-love @deltafalax @cinnamoroll-things @burnthheparaphilia @jhoneybees @cattcb @everythingelvispresley @returntopresley @searchingforgravity @msamarican @angschrof @lustnhim @polksaladava @librababe99 @hooked-on-elvis @theelvisprincess @makethemorning @peaceloveelvis @mrspresley69 @pxpresley @kxnnxy

[blushstarot]

PICK A CARD: a message from your future self

Pick whichever picture you feel more attracted to and skip to that pile.

Pile 1

nine of cups, four of wands (reversed), the magician (reversed).

Okay, but this pile is giving me really sweet vibes, your future self feels like a genuinely carrying person, and looks back at you as a mother figure would. They just want you to be happy and feel welcomed and the energy is overall very heartwarming. Quick thing I want to add before y'all actually read the letter, i don't know if some of you are fans of musicals, specifically of Hamilton, but while I was writing the letter, the melody of dear theodosia was playing in my head so yeah, it might be important for you to know.

"Right now you may feel like you don't fit in, that you lack support, and that you aren't enough. I know you feel insecure but believe when I tell you that you don't have to be scared about that, you are enough and you all the skills and abilities you need to be successful. The universe is working to bring blessings your way, but you have to put some work on it too. Use your intellect, concentration and willpower to make this wonderful things happen, you have the power to manifest the outcome you want. Leave the past behind and put your mind in anything you want to accomplish, I know all our wishes and dreams will become a reality soon enough, for now it's the time of time of happiness, joyfulness and fulfillment."

**As in all the PACs, just take what resonates and leave what doesn't, this is for entertainment only, so have fun with it!

Pile 2

page of cups (reversed), strength (reversed), page of pentacles.

I actually had to redo this pile because I got busy with something important mid reading, and when I had time to continue I couldn't really connect to it again, so I pulled other three cards to do the reading again. The vibes then and the vibes in this new one, suggest that your future self know you are having hard times, and are probably dealing with some childhood related issues, but they want to tell you that things will get better. Also something tells me that they REALLY wanted you to get their message, since they sent both the bearer of messages and the bearer of good news.

"You're going through difficult times, and right now I want you to try to connect with your inner child by embracing the fun side of life. I've always loved how we are young at heart, even sometimes a little bit naïve, but lately you've been ignoring your inner emotions and listening too much to people that are bringing you and your self-esteem down. I bring you good news from the future, a future where all our goals are achieved, but that is only possible if you make the right decisions now and put the groundwork necessary. The future I'm from might seem too far away from were you are today, but time passes quickly and is unforgiving, so I want you to take my advise and keep it close to your heart. I know you can become a person who is both mature and young at heart, I've seen it and have been cheering for you through all that journey, because after all I'm you, and I've already done it."

**As in all the PACs, just take what resonates and leave what doesn't, this is for entertainment only, so have fun with it!

Pile 3

the fool, strength (reversed), five of swords.

I feel like your future self is encouraging you to start something new, maybe something you always wanted to try but never really made time to give it a chance. They want you to focus on the positive and to stay away from people that don't support your dreams. Overall, I feel this is more of a warning of what's to come, in hopes it helps you to be more prepare to face it.

"You're going to enter a new chapter in your life, it may look like something difficult at first, but you need to tap into your inner strength and don't let your fears and anxiety paralyze you. This new chapter is full of exciting and thrilling adventures, you just have to trust your heart and make a leap of fate. If you are not careful, you might end up self-sabotaging and getting involved in a serious conflict, causing unnecessary stress. When the time is right, I need you to stand up for what you truly want and what you believe."

**As in all the PACs, just take what resonates and leave what doesn't, this is for entertainment only, so have fun with it!

Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think of your message.

You can find more of my PACs on my master list, and if you have any suggestions on future PACs you want to see me do, you can send me and ask.

Bye byeee ✨

[benevolentcalamity]

Code: S.O.S [Epil.][Xenomorph x Fem!Reader]

Hey, I'm back, did you miss me? I felt this needed an extension since cliffhanger endings in... Really anything are the worst if there's not gonna be a sequel.

And for you thirsty bitches that wanted monsterfuckery with the Xenomorph - are you okay by the way - you get a one-shot. If it's popular enough, I'll make a full-fledged series. Scout's honor.

Also, I had an anon before that was digging this series. I hope they come back to see the redone Chapter 3. (Yea I think about anons that give me genuine criticism, what about it)

CURTAINS!

"Vitals are stable, and the medicine's been administered. [Last Name], can you hear me?"

Through the shining haze, you find Yutani's face, squinting as even the minute aches in your legs are ground to nothing. As the anesthesia courses through your blood, she tugs a clipboard and writes on it with precision and speed inhumanly possible. Before long she's finished four forms and put the clipboard back aside.

Comforting, her gloved hand reaches and undoes a few tangles in your oily hair. "How are you feeling?"

After a moment your lips manage to part. "... Hungry..."

A soft chuckle, and she pats your shoulder. Looking over to another crew member, she raises her head. "Tran? We're still well-stocked on supplies, right? Please make sure we have some stew, if possible, after the surgery."

"Understood, Doctor." Some footsteps, and your chin is lifted from your head falling to your chest - and the moving equipment.

"Don't look at the surgery, look at me, alright?" She instructs. Once she has your full attention she sighs, relieved. "I hope you don't mind, we managed to clean out the rest of that ship. The Far Reach is lucky, to have had only one of those creatures on it. You're very brave, to have fought it on your own."

Swallowing, you manage a nod. "... Anderson...?" Your eyes are too tired to move.

"Anderson is okay." She accompanies this with a minute glance toward the door. "... We're very lucky we found you so soon. The alien inside your chest isn't big enough to be a risk to your life during the surgery."

You lift your head, and she stops your motion of looking once more.

"... Do I smell bad?" Maybe a dumb question would help lift your mood.

Yutani chuckles deep in her chest, patting your shoulder. "Like you just crawled out of a bonfire on a carrier ship." The jovial tone in her voice helps you relax further, with her eye flickering towards your chest, and then the monitors. "... Here, allow me."

Before you can question her, her hand sets the pen aside, and rests over your eyes. Harshly you drag a lip between your teeth, inhaling sharply. Weirdly no pain, but you feel the sensation of something clinging onto and then being forcefully removed from near your heart. For a moment your chest spasms from the feeing, with a grotesque squelch and a series of hisses to follow.

Right when you can bear the mystery no more, the machine makes a buzz and a few harsh clicks, before something wet snaps in two. By the time Yutani lifts her hand, the machine is beginning the process of stapling and stitching you back together.

"Not a minute too soon." A relieved sigh makes her heave.

"... Have you done this before?" You ask, eyes falling to the process. By her reaction, the worst part of it is over, and you have no reason to really be scared. Apart from, well, surgery being something you'd rather not be awake for.

"Mhm. This was made... shortly after the discovery of the Xenomorphs," She replies. "We're approaching the finishing of backbursters as well."

What? "Back... bursters...?"

"Oh. There's a mixture of Yautja and Xenomorph out there. While few, we must be prepared for every kind we meet." She taps the pen to her brow along this train of thought. "The only way to win is not to meet them, but should we, well, we're prepared now."

The intercom beeps, both of you raising your heads. An instinctive wish to not be alone has you reaching for Yutani as she retreats to answer it.

Pressing the button, she clears her throat. "Yutani."

"Yutani," Tran's voice rings through. "A call came in for you. It's her."

"Right, send her through." A few seconds after Yutani's go-ahead, her phone rings. In one quick motion it's at her ear. "Hello? Yutani speaking." Then her lips curl upward. "Yes, she's awake and stable - being stitched up as we speak."

Her eyes flicker to meet yours, and the assurance calms you once more. With a nod and a tacit farewell, she passes the phone to you. Swallowing, you pray you don't sound raspy.

"Hello? [Last Name]."

"[Last Name]. My name is Ripley. Ellen Ripley." Her voice carries strength and resolve, like she had fought a thousand battles and remains who they made her into. "Do you have time?"

"Yes, absolutely. It's nice to meet you, Ripley."

[luffyvace]

HIHIHIHI TYSM FOR DOING MY REQUEST ^U^ I hope u Don't mind me dropping another one u :'))

Can I have kusuo reaction to Reader-chan being mostly know for her gore/angst/horror series but looks like nothing for a person to write this stuff (she looks absolutely innocent) yet having a (technically an old man) friend who is also anonymous writer for one of kusuo favorite series yet the said look absolutely opposite of it (the reader-chan and her friend are like Junji Ito and hayao miyazaki)

I'm sorry if u couldn't understand the request:')) my English isn't really the best-

HII DARLING! No problem at all! Of course I don’t mind! Request at any time as long as they say open <3

ohhh so she’s a horror writer :> OHHH I was confused at first but as soon as I searched them up and saw the memes I understood 😂💓

This is such a cute and funny topic! Enjoy your hcs anon 💖 ⚠️ Gore mentions⚠️

Kusuo isn’t easily scared.

there are very few things that actually do scare him, considering he can sense everything coming from a mile away

But shows and books are an exception (given he doesn’t stare at the pages to see through the book-)

he’s not normally into horror but your manga is actually very interesting to him!

seeing a bunch of mutilated corpses packed together is quite a gripping sight for him!

and honestly he is obbsessed likes normalcy but your case is a type of unique he doesn’t mind :)

it’s funny since you have this friendly and kind personality and your work is the exact opposite of that 🤗

it’s giving the cute core girlies!! (and guys!! <3) 💓💗💖🌸🌷💞🎀

he still gets the perk of reading the chapter before publish and giving small ideas for stuff

You once put his favorite character from another series in one of the manga panels and he when he noticed it he had a little smile on his face! 💗

he wasn’t excpecting you to do that at all and it was a pleasant surprise ;3

your introduced him to your friend and he also likes his work now!

Y’all are literal polar opposites- and ngl? He enjoys the balance!

like when he wants some exhilarating and goosebump-giving action he’ll pick up one of your mangas’

and when he’s feeling mellow while eating some coffee jelly on his bed his new (second) favorite author to read from is your friend!

His number one author is of course you ♥︎

would recommend his friends (specifically Kaido) one of your mangas to freak them out

they definitely won’t be expecting it seeing as though your such a cheerful person! 🌸🎀🌷

I feel like Torisuka would genuinely enjoy your manga as well!

he doesn’t get scared easily by creepy stuff for obvious reasons 😋

so you’ve got yourself another supporter !!

I have a feeling my girl boss Airua would get creeped out but 1) she wants to support you so she would probably buy and either never read or 2) read it anyway because it’s so interesting

like you captivated people with your work!

just as much as your friend does with more gentler topics

but in a different sense

You make your audience quite literally cover their eyes in fear yet still peak through they’re fingers with anticipation !

like that’s how good it is!

a “I can’t look away” type of thriller!

also you know that really talkative guy with the bob?

yeah he over analyzes your manga once he finds out about it

(which let me tell you- Kusuo tried his hardest to keep him away from it—but much to his luck- he got a hold of it anyway)

thankfully he likes it!

he’s scared- but once again- he just can’t look away :)

he comes to you and gives your extremely detailed compliments and (positive) feedback after each chapter is released and says he can’t wait for more

he also tells his expectations and predictions for the next one and hopes you’ll live up to them

so when your exceed them he’s more than thrilled (GET IT?? Ok..)

he’s practically able to predict every book or manga he reads because he analyzes everything

so when your able to surprise him he’s impressed!

after Kusuo he’s the first one to buy a copy

(cuz yk Kusuo gets those special you-get-the-first-copy-before-it’s-published-because-your-my-boyfriend-privileges)

LOL

the bob guy is low key jealous of him for getting it before it’s even PUBLISHED

tries to bargain you to get that too but it’s strictly reserved for Kuu ♡

okay I looked up bob guy’s name

it’s Akechi Touma (oops)

LOL “bob guy”

enjoy!! Pretty short but I think they’re a delight~

[ladykailitha]

Not All That Glitters is Gold Part 15

The second part being released today. And it's looking like people really want more of this AU. Which, I really should have seen coming.

So once I get my backlog up for Moonlight and Indiana (I just need to write one more chapter each to get the stories up to three chapters) I will start working on it for you.

And because I've been zooming past my daily goal of 400 words a day (I'll often get 1500-2000 words a day) I've decided as a way to pump the breaks so that I don't get too far ahead again is to spend my evenings editing stories for my beta to edit for AO3. I already have one in the works, I'm just waiting for her final edits to put it up on AO3.

In this we have Steve being awesome at what he does, he dodges one hell of a bullet because Robin is awesome, and Eddie falls just a little more in love with Steve.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

****

Steve was busy leading up to Eddie’s rut, Chrissy being right about him getting more clients just from being on Eddie’s arm.

Everyone clamoring to see what it was that made Eddie fall head over heels in love with the omega escort.

Steve ate up the attention. He had talked to Eddie about the actress and how it made him feel.

Suddenly Eddie was all apologies. The actress was a good friend of his and he had just been so excited to see her that he forgot what it would look like to Steve. Especially since Eddie hadn’t introduced them. Plus it had left Steve open to Tommy’s sneering.

Steve had backpedaled then. He hadn’t meant for Eddie to make a big deal out of it. He had thought that Eddie would apologize, they’d fuck about it and Steve would learn that with Eddie being as famous as he was, Steve would just have to learn to share him.

But Eddie wouldn’t let him. He had hurt Steve’s feelings over something that he could have and should have avoided. Now he knew why Tommy’s words had stung as badly as they had.

So he showered Steve with all the affection in the world. Taking him on picnics to the beach one day and bowling and miniature golf the next. Fancy dinners and shopping sprees. Intimate to formal, fun to stately. Concerts and plays.

Every spare moment Steve had was spent being wined and dined by Eddie.

The courting was intense, but then again so was Steve. He liked intense, he was intense.

Steve was getting ready for a final rut, before Eddie’s next week when Robin called him up.

“Hey, what’s up?” Steve asked in confusion. “What’s up?”

“Management just flagged the client.”

Steve’s blood ran cold. It took a lot for management to flag a client. They always did checks on their clients before letting them hire their escorts. But sometimes they’ll do a deeper check if they feel something is off.

“What caused the flag?”

“Something in the wording,” Robin said. “I had been trying to pin down where I had heard it before. It was only yesterday I realized it sounded like some of the stuff the alpha from the Grammy’s was spouting as we hauled his ass out of the venue.”

If Steve was cold before, now his spine was ice. “Holy shit.”

Robin hummed her agreement. “So I had Hopper dig deeper. It’s–it’s not good, Steve.”

“Just tell me.”

“The idiot had used his real accounts to plot your kidnapping after going through all the work to hide who he was to the company,” Robin said grimly.

Steve sat down on the sofa with a thump. “Was he–did he know where I–Robin I’m scared.”

“I’m already in the elevator, babe,” she said softly. “He doesn’t know where you live or even where Eddie lives, okay? Starcourt alerted his security detail as soon as the plot was uncovered.”

Steve breathed out a sigh of relief. “That’s good. Will I still be able to service his rut?”

“Yes,” she said, “I’m at your door, I’ll tell you all about it, face to face, okay?”

“Okay.”

Robin let herself in and hurried over to the sofa to throw her arms around him.

“Everything is okay,” she promised. “There hasn’t been a successful kidnapping of a Starcourt omega since the 1940s. Trust us, we’ve got this on lock.”

Steve nodded. “Tell me about Eddie’s rut.”

Robin grinned mischievously. “You’re going to love it.”

“Oh?” Steve’s interest was piqued. That interest drew him from his fear and anxiety, just like she knew it would.

“It’s going to happen here.”

Steve’s jaw dropped. “Holy shit!”

“It gets even better,” Robin said sing-song.

“How could it get any better than that?” Steve asked once he had picked his jaw up off the floor.

“Management is letting him know where you live,” she squealed.

Steve’s hands went to cover his mouth. “Shut up! Tell me everything!”

So she did.

She broke down what would happen if Eddie’s rut broke through the scent.

She went over the different things that would happen due to it being in Steve’s room with his nest, but it was amazing news.

“What made them decide to let Eddie in on the secret?” Steve asked when she was done.

Robin set down her tablet she had used to go over all the information and turned her full attention to him.

“Because he tried to cancel his rut servicing with you but with you still getting paid because he was worried that you might be followed to his place,” Robin explained.

Steve blushed a deep red.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

He looked up at her with glistening eyes. “He really loves me, doesn’t he?”

“Yes, yes he does.”

****

Steve didn’t have any other clients that week, so he spent the week getting his penthouse suite ready for his alpha. He already knew Eddie’s favorite snacks and how he could just eat handfuls and handfuls of trail mix as long as there weren’t raisins. So Steve subtly tried out other dried fruits and found he loved dried apricots. So those replaced the raisins.

Protein shakes were okay as long as they had some chocolate in them. But he could tell if there was any herbs to them. Thyme, basil, you name it, if it was there, Eddie wouldn’t drink them.

It was actually kind of fun tailoring the rut servicing to what Eddie enjoyed. Cotton sheets over satin. Certain brand of bottled water. How often he was lucid during the five days.

His nest was carefully packed away into another room, so that Eddie’s scent didn’t get embedded into the materials. There would be plenty of time for that when they bonded, doing it too soon could result in a faux bond and Steve would get sick.

Which was the last thing either of them wanted.

Steve was fluffing the pillows for the millionth time when Robin radioed that Eddie was about to pull up. He made his way to the front of the hotel and watched as Xander pulled up to the curb.

Eddie stepped out onto the pavement and looked up at the hotel in shock.

“La Rose?” he asked Steve in confusion. “Isn’t this where we met up for drinks after my interview?”

Steve grinned, taking Eddie’s bag from Xander. They walked past the hotel bar and Eddie turned to him.

“Holy shit!” he gasped. “It is! I thought we met up here.”

Steve giggled. “We did. I just came down the elevator instead of arriving by car.”

“How the hell did you manage that?” he asked, bumping Steve’s shoulder with his own.

“Robin,” Steve said proudly. “She can work any magic she wants to with management. I swear she has blackmail information on key members.”

Eddie threw back his head and laughed. “That sounds like Buckley.”

They finally got to Steve’s floor and he pointed to a room to the far right. “That is where you’ll be taken if I go into a mini heat.”

“Wouldn’t they want me to be far away from you as possible?” Eddie asked.

Steve shook his head. “They want to whisk you away to a nearby room on the same floor so your scent could calm me down and help me through my heat. If they took you off the premises I could get rejection sickness.”

Eddie blinked at him a moment.

“Oh.”

Steve smiled and led the way to the door that would lead to his apartment. He opened the door and moved out of the way so Eddie could enter first.

“Wow, Stevie,” Eddie murmured. “This is amazing. You live here all by yourself?”

“On this floor,” Steve answered. “Have a seat, we’ll talk about the coming rut and then get you settled. I’ll just put your bag in my bedroom.”

Eddie did as he was told, sitting on the nice fluffy sofa.

“All right,” Steve said, sliding onto the sofa next to Eddie. “So walk me through your ruts, what happens?”

Eddie squirmed a little. This was Steve Harrington, professional escort, and not Stevie, his hot omega boyfriend speaking.

“My pre-ruts start hard and fast,” he said, rubbing his chin in thought. “Then they last five days and I’m barely lucid through them. It’s how I got caught by that omega who told me they were infertile. I wasn’t conscious for much of it.”

Steve nodded. “When do you lower the light in wherever it is that you spend your rut?”

Eddie blinked at him. “Lower the lights, what do you mean? You don’t have sex with the lights on?”

“You’ve always had light on during your ruts, even at night?” Steve asked, tilting his head to the side.

“Not lucid enough to turn them off,” he said with a shrug.

Steve picked up a remote from the coffee table and closed the drapes and dimmed the lights.

He could see the physical change that came over Eddie. His shoulders relaxed and his eyelids drooped. His skin color which had been pale and clammy when he arrived was starting to get color back in his cheeks.

He tilted his head up as he examined the lights. “What is this feeling? I feel warm and drowsy.”

Steve sighed. “It’s how ruts are supposed to start. But it’s not mentioned in health class or anything. The bright lights signify to our poor little lizard brains that we’re still out in the open where we can be attacked, instead of safe in our caves. It wasn’t until the advent of modern light that it was ever a problem for alphas, but the science of it has come a long way in recent years.”

“Huh.”

Eddie rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “You think that’s why I’ve had trouble staying lucid because I’ve been forcing myself to be on high alert all the time?”

“Could be,” Steve agreed. “But even if it isn’t, you can trust me to keep you safe. I will not trick you and I will not harm you. You want condoms on all the time, I will be sure to change them as often as required. I’ve been on birth control for twelve weeks as you requested.”

Eddie blushed. “Thanks for sending me the video of you taking the pill every day, that must have been so humiliating for you.”

Steve shrugged. “I’m an escort, the amount of humiliating things I’ve had to do, that doesn’t even make the top twenty.”

“What, now?”

Steve laughed. “Alphas will sometimes hire us for humiliation roleplays. Did a fair number of those before I was big enough to reject them. But I know a couple of omegas that live for that shit, so if a new omega is really uncomfortable with it, the roleplay will be passed to one of them.”

Eddie blinked again. “Darlin’, the more I learn about your profession the more intrigued I am.”

“At least you’re intrigued,” Steve chuckled. “Most aren’t. They tend to be pearl clutchers about it.”

“Not even the highest paid actresses have to do the kind of work you do,” Eddie breathed. “Why aren’t there award shows for you escorts?”

Steve smiled sweetly. “Because it’s all confidential. But maybe I can convince a couple of my friends to do our own version of that for booze and prizes. I think it’d be a hit.”

Eddie grinned. “Oh to be a fly on that wall.”

Steve reached out and rubbed his arm. “How are you feeling? Is the pre-rut still progressing or have you hit full rut yet?”

Eddie frowned as he took stock of his body.

“Still in pre-heat,” he said thoughtfully. “Huh. My uncle was a beta, so he wasn’t able to teach me this sort of shit, but you would have thought that someone along the line would have said something.”

“The education in this country is still woefully behind for anything regarding sex,” Steve said ruefully.

Eddie snorted. That was like calling a hurricane a little summer storm.

“But at least they teach you this shit,” he said.

Steve grinned. “Indeed they do teach me this shit.”

He got to his feet and gently led Eddie to the bedroom. He got undressed and sat down on the bed. He took Eddie’s hand and directed it to his thighs.

“Is it time, baby?” Eddie murmured, looking down at this beautiful, smart, talented omega in utter awe.

“Almost, alpha,” Steve purred. “But being in bed when it hits is easier on the knees.”

Eddie cackled and Steve’s omega chirped happily.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed back, “the things that cute little noise does to me.”

Steve laid down on the bed, as pretty as a picture and oh how Eddie wanted.

He got undressed and slid the first condom on. He straddled Steve’s hips and kissed him deeply.

“Oh, Stevie,” he murmured. “I feel so good.”

Steve stroked Eddie’s cheek. “And I promise it will continue to feel good for the next five days.”

Eddie looked into his eyes and believed him.

****

Part 16 Part 17

Tag List CLOSED: @mira-jadeamethyst @rozzieroos @redfreckledwolf @emly03 @itsall-taken

@spectrum-spectre @estrellami-1 @zerokrox-blog @swimmingbirdrunningrock @gregre369

​@a-little-unsteddie @chaosgremlinmunson @chaoticlovingdreamer @messrs-weasley @goodolefashionedloverboi

@maya-custodios-dionach @val-from-lawrence @i-must-potato @danili666 @carlyv

@wonderland-girl143-blog @justforthedead89 @bookworm0690 @bookbinderbitch @yikes-a-bee

@littlewildflowerkitten @vecnuthy @scheodingers-muppet @y4r3luv @cinnamon-mushroomabomination

@genderless-spoon @anne-bennett-cosplayer @awkwardgravity1 @irregular-child @nburkhardt

@apomaro-mellow @yellowdevilkitten @eyehartart @mangoinacan13 @demolvr

@ellietheasexylibrarian @rememberthatiloveyou @slowandsteddie @r0binscript @alyelf

@melodymeddler @mogami13 @annabanannabeth @disrespectedgoatman @manda-panda-monium

[justmeinadaze]

Take It Out On Me Part 21 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: Ok so I wanted to do kinda like a Scream like thing but didn't realize until I started writing this out that I'm limited by the technology of the 80s lol But I made it work with what I had lol I hope you enjoy.

There is a 2 year time jump from the last chapter.

Warnings: Daddy Steve/ Sir Eddie & Sub Fem Plus Size Reader; SMUT, of the rougher variety, they are roleplaying and she asks them to be this way and scare her, spitting, choking, slapping, spanking, threatening, brief knife play (they tear off her dress), public play (in the school after hours), handcuffs, FLUFF near the beginning and very end (aftercare is given of course <3 ), ANGST, this is a role-play and everyone has given consent especially the reader, I WOULD NEVER WRITE A VERSION OF THESE TWO THAT WOULDNT STOP IF SHE SAID THE SAFE WORD!, they do call her and threaten her over the phone, she's chased down a hallway, lots of intimidation.

Word Count: 4198

Two years had passed since the incident with Eddie’s mom and he seemed to be doing so much better. He had really been focusing in on his music and Corroded Coffin spent every other night practicing and doing whatever they could to save money for some studio time. 

Steve still worked at Family Video with Robin but he had been looking into other alternatives like opening his own business. His friend and her current girlfriend had suggested the three of them start a non-profit to help kids who were kicked out of their homes or on the run due to unfortunate circumstances. You three understand that better than most and that was one of her greatest fears when it came to telling her family about her sexuality. 

You were on your senior year at college and ready to graduate. Taking Steve’s advice (and Eddie’s adamant approval of the idea), you majored in teaching with a minor in English hoping to teach high school kids in the future. Your courses required an internship and one teacher at Hawkins High was more than accommodating. 

“Y/N! Always good to see you. How are the other troublemakers?”

“They’re good, Mr. C. I do have a favor to ask if that’s alright.”, you giggle.

As soon as Eddie found out, he was so overjoyed like a kid in a candy store. 

“Mr. C! How’s my favorite teacher?!”

“Jesus Christ. Hello, Mr. Munson. How can we help you today?”, he sighed.

He always acted annoyed but you knew he cared about the metalhead like he did all his other students. 

“Oh, I’m just here to have lunch with the love of my life. Sweetheart, get out so you don’t get too jealous.”

You laugh at his antics as the teacher rolls his eyes. 

“It’s been 5 years.”, you announce as Steve steps into the living area, drying his hair. 

“Uh, I’ve been in the shower for like 15minutes but okay.”

“No, you goof. It’s been 5 years since we got together. Well, I mean, since you cornered me in a classroom.”, you giggle.

“And fucked you till your eyes rolled. You’re welcome.”, Eddie sasses from his spot by the window. 

“Is there a particular reason you wanted us to know that? Did you want to do something, honey?”, the other man asks as he leans against the counter. “We didn’t have something planned already because I thought we decided our official anniversary was when we officially got together a year after.”

“I know, Daddy. I just…it’s 5 years. I feel we should do something to commemorate it right?”

The metalhead tosses out his cigarette and closes the window before coming over to sit beside you on the couch. 

“What did you have in mind?”

Biting your bottom lip, you head for the case of movies and grab a couple before handing them to Eddie. 

“These are all scary movies. Well except this one about the girl stalking the guy.”

“Yeeeeah. I, um, I was thinking we could try that…like role play.” Both men exchange a look you can’t read and you immediately feel yourself get self-conscious. “I was just thinking you know? Those first few times when we were together like that first night or even the night you two snuck into my room the end of junior year. That was so hot. Not to say, what we do now isn’t hot. Just that—”

A palm comes up from behind you to cover your mouth and you lean back into Steve’s warm chest. 

“You’re over thinking again.”, he grins. “I mean, we can try it. Do you want us to go that far?”, he asks pointing towards the movies in his friend’s hand. “How far is too far?”

“Don’t hurt, hurt me. No like punching or cutting my skin or anything. When I think about it, you guys doing this to me, more than anything…I want you to scare me.”

Eddie’s head ticks to the side at your statement. “Why? No. Why?”, he repeats when you shrug.

“It’s a different level of control, I guess. That first night, I wasn’t scared of you. I was scared of how you made me feel but I’ve never been afraid of you.” You smile when Steve softly kisses your cheek.

“If we do this, I think we should set some ground rules now. We already have one which is no punching or cutting. Of course, we would never do that, sweetheart.” The long-haired boy flashes you a comforting grin before he continues. “If we’re dropping into this headspace, Y/N, that means we probably won’t be asking you for a color but that doesn’t mean you can’t say them or the safe word. Promise us if at any point you feel uncomfortable you’ll use it.”

“I promise, Sir. 100%.”

“What about you, Stevie? Anything you can think of?”

“Not that I can think of.”

Eddie nods in agreement. 

“Alright, baby. Your wish is our command.”

###############

For the next week, you let your imagination run wild with what they could be planning. Everything ran like normal and nothing they did stood out to you to trigger the notion for you that the game was about to begin. You gave them free reign to choose the time and date but the anticipation was killing you. 

That following Friday, you had called to tell them you would be staying late at the school to work on some stuff for Mr. C who had to leave earlier that day to take care of his sick wife. Wearing your Walkman and listening to the mix tape Eddie had made you for your birthday awhile back, you hummed as you graded papers. 

The phone on the desk ringing abruptly startles you as you grab your chest and yank off your headphones. Thinking it may be one of the boys, you answer without hesitation. 

“Hello? Mr. Castillo’s classroom.”

“Hello there. Well, don’t you sound sweet. Is he available?”, a deep voice you didn’t recognize asked. 

“I’m sorry. He’s out for the evening. Can I take a message?”

“Oh, honey. No need to worry. I can just try again later.”

“Alright. Well, have a good night.”

“Wait a minute. If he’s gone why are you there?”

“I’m Mr. Castillo’s teaching intern but he had a family emergency so I’m just helping him get things done. Are you sure I can’t take a message or something?”

“No. I can deliver it myself. I’d rather talk to you.”

“Look, if this isn’t school related and you don’t want to leave a message I’m going to have to hang up.”

“Ooo so sassy. I love it. Sounds like you need someone to teach you, Miss Teacher. Give you a lesson on respect.”

“I don’t respect assholes. I’m ending this conversation. Don’t call again or else.”

“Or else what?”, he chuckled causing a chill to run down your spine. 

“Fuck off.” You slammed down the phone but you still felt uneasy. Dialing the apartment, you prayed one of them was home but to your dismay no one picked up. As soon as you placed the receiver back on its dock, it rung again. “H-Hello?”

“Don’t ever hang up on me again, Y/N.”, the voice growled and you quickly rose to your feet in panic at the sound of your name. 

“I-I just called my boyfriend’s. They are on their way right now so you should j-just leave.”

“Aw, sweetheart. You think Eddie and Steve can save you? That’s so cute.”

“Don’t mock me. They take care of me!” You try to control the tears of fear that threaten to fall as you remain as confident sounding as possible. 

“Oh, little one. Trust me. Your Master and Daddy can’t protect you from us.”

“Fuck you!”

“That’s the plan, pretty girl, and with that sexy ass dress you have on, it won’t be hard.”

You dropped the phone and ran out of the classroom towards the front door of the school. Tugging on it aggressively, you whined when it wouldn’t budge. The phone in the front office blared loudly making you scream. Shakily, you headed towards it, sobbing as you put the speaking to your ear. 

“Where do you think you’re going, little girl? It’s just us three tonight, baby. NO ONE is coming to save you.”

“Please…” The voice snickers at your pleading.

“Let’s play a game, Y/N. Run and hide but if we catch you we fuck you.”

“W-W-Why? If you can see me, just fucking get it over with!”

“I like the idea of you thinking there’s hope when there isn’t.”

He laughs again, making you angry. 

“No. I won’t play your game. F-Fuck you.”

The growl that flowed through had your knees weaken as panic once again flowed through you. 

“Run. Now.”

“NO!” 

The line disconnected and you stifled your sobs as you slowly tiptoed back out into the hallway. A throat clearing startled you as you turned to see a tall figure dressed from head to toe in all black, his face except for his eyes and mouth were covered. A sinister smile spread as he pulled a knife from his pocket and flashed it in your direction, taunting you as he wiggled it between his fingers. 

The man bolted forward and you ran in the opposite direction like you had never run before. Yanking open the auditoriums doors, your goal was to hide in the sound booth and lock yourself in but as soon as you ran across the stage, however, you were met with another figure dressed the same way as the other sitting haphazardly in one of the auditorium seats. 

His legs were crossed as his arms hung over the backs of the chairs with a smug grin on his face. It was almost like he was expecting you to come this way. 

Long arms tackle you from behind and you fight back as the other man wrestles you to the floor of the stage. While he tries to pin your arms down, you get in one good smack across his slightly more protected cheek before he responds by doing the same. Dizzy by the force, you allow him to get the upper hand as he turns you on to your tummy and pressed his knee into your back as he moves around behind you. 

You whimper as your arms are tugged behind your back and you hear the clinking metal before leather is wrapped around both your wrists handcuffing you in place. 

The figure in front of you all too casually stands up and walks up to the stage, kneeling down slightly so his face was level with yours.  

“Boo.”, he teases, laughing when you cringe away. Sighing, he reaches for his mask and pulls it off his face, exhaling in pleasure at the cool air. 

Your eyes quickly took note of Eddie’s features. His own eyes were dark like they normally where when you played rough but there was a coldness behind them that made the little girl inside you tremble. 

“Jesus. Do you know how long it takes for people to fully empty this building? I thought we were never going to be alone.”

You feel movement behind you again and right as you glance behind you Steve pulls off his mask as well. 

“Yeah, man, but we have her now.”

Wiggling underneath his hold, he turns you on to your back and straddles his legs over your waist.

“STOP moving, God damn it. We gave you a chance to run and hide but you didn’t want to play.”, he growled as he pointed a finger in your face. Like with Eddie, Steve’s eyes were different; darker. They both exuded a new type of confidence that had your pussy clenching between your thighs. “Nothing to say now that we’re in front of you, huh, little girl? Where did all that sass go?”

“Hm. I don’t think she’s there yet, Steven.”

“What do you mean?”

“Little girl here seems to think she’s still in some kind of control. Don’t you, babe?”, Eddie mocks making you cringe. “See. That right there.” His head tilts as his palm reaches out to grab your throat. “That little face she made. I don’t know what your boyfriends have been letting you get away with but it won’t happen here. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.”

You gasped as his hand tightened its grip. 

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I understand.”, you choke out as he releases you. 

They both chuckle as the man above you manhandles you back onto your stomach and tugs on your hair as he guides you to your knees. With one hand, Steve fumbles with his belt buckle and hastily unzips his pants before pulling out his cock that was now level with your face.

“Open.” You shook your head at his command, wincing when he pulled back on your hair. “I wasn’t asking. Open your mouth.”

Eddie slides onto his knees beside you, reaching under the bottom of your dress, and runs his fingers through your folds. 

“Little slut is so wet but won’t do as she’s told.”, he sighs with a condescending tone. “Open your mouth.” You don’t move or say anything even when the metalhead shoves two of his digits into your entrance. Steve’s angry eyes remain locked on yours, smirking when he sees them flutter as you try to do everything you can to keep your moans from escaping out of your mouth. 

“Open, Y/N.”

When you don’t respond, he thrusts into you faster and you feel your body quickly running towards that ledge. Just as you were about to fall, however, he stopped his movements making you whine in your throat. 

“Ready to behave?”

You did something then that you would never do with Eddie and Steve under any normal circumstances. In a defiant gesture, you spit in the long-haired boys face. After wiping it with his hand, he shifts his gaze back to you and flashed you smile that made your blood run cold (and your pussy drench around his still fingers).

“Oh we’re going to have so much fun with you, little girl.”

Eddie pumped his fingers again at a fast pace as you struggled to catch your breath. Right now, you were breathing mostly through your nose but it wasn’t enough with how he was building you up. When he stopped again, tears ran down your cheeks. Once he felt like your pending orgasm had fully dissipated, he started over but this time his thumb reached up to message your clit. 

You couldn’t stop it from happening. Your mouth opened as you let out a loud moan and Steve took the opportunity to guide his cock into your mouth. Eddie removed his fingers, making you jump as he lightly smacked you between your legs. 

Trying to move your head back, the metalhead held you in place as the other boy began thrusting his hips. 

“Fuck me. Her mouth feels so good. Hold her still.”

“Don’t worry. I’m not letting her go anywhere.”

“Shit. How do you think I-I should take her, man? I’m just dying to feel that pussy.”

“It’s up to you, dude. She’s our toy to use how we please. Little whore can handle anything, can’t you, babe?”

Drool dribbled down your chin as the boy continued to fuck your face making him groan at the sight. 

“Fuck, I need her now.” After pulling out his cock, you were pushed back down onto the stage, freezing when you felt steel touch you skin. “Don’t move.” 

You heard the sound of tearing fabric and shivered when the cold air caressed your skin as your now cut apart dress was tossed aside. Grabbing your hips, you were tugged backwards towards Steve who was now on his knees as well. 

Lining himself up, he roughly pushed his cock into your dripping cunt and you both mewled as he held you tightly against him. 

Hearing the clinking of another belt buckle grabbed your attention as you lifted your head to see Eddie sauntering towards you. 

“If you cum, when it’s my turn, I’m going to make sure that you’re sore between your legs for the next month. Do I make myself clear?”

“J-Jesus. She fucking liked that.”

His head slanted as he waited for your answer. Eddie knew you believed he was telling the truth because he saw the one thing you asked for push through your gaze; fear. 

“Yes, Sir. I understand.”

“I’m going to help keep your mind distracted.” His pants fell to his ankles as he stroked his cock a few times in front of your face. “Open.”

This time you didn’t argue or protest as you opened your mouth wide and encased your lips around him. The metalhead’s ringed hand rested behind your head as it bobbed along his length. 

“Come on, little girl. You can do better than that.” Suddenly, you felt another palm land on your hair and forcibly moved your head for you, making you gag as his cock hit the back of your throat. “You can take it all. We know you can.”

You tried keeping up with the pace they set for you but every time your head didn’t go low enough, Steve pushed you into the other boy’s lap causing you to drool and spit all over him. 

“You love this don’t you, you little whore. You like to spit.”, Eddie sneered, licking his lips while you whimpered around him. 

Steve’s thrusts started to falter, giving you sense of pride knowing he was about to cum and you hadn’t yet but your relief was short lived when he reached around and rubbed your clit with his fingers. You pushed back against their hands as your head hung in front of you. 

“No! I’m…I’m not supposed to cum. Please!”

The man ignored you as he continued till he grunted and coated your walls with his release. As he aggressively pounded into till he was empty, your own body trembled in his hold as the coil broke and you came.

Calloused fingers lifted your face from under your chin to meet Eddie’s oddly calm features. 

“Did you just cum even though I said you couldn’t?”

“I-I-I’m sorry. I tried. I tried so hard. Please.”, you cried.

Steve backed away as Eddie leaned over you to unhook your handcuffs. You took the opportunity to your advantage, resting your head in the nook between his neck and shoulder as you sobbed while continuing to apologize.

“You wanna help me, man?”

Taking hold of your hair, the metalhead walked towards the front of the stage before letting you go to jump down. Something grabbed your shoulder and your body was slammed down flat onto your back as Steve grabbed your wrists, bringing your arms above your head so he could restrain you with the handcuffs once again.

Eddie hovered over you, eyes scanning your sweaty features. 

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” After doing what he commands, you watch with wide eyes as he spits between your lips. “Since you love spit so much, hang onto that for me. If you can keep it in there till I say, I may actually let you cum.”

Standing to his full height, he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder and you whine as he guides himself into you entrance. 

True to his word, his hips slam into yours with rough abandon, your eyes squeezing shut as you focus on not swallowing the nicotine flavored salvia that currently rests on you tongue. Steve’s palms slide down your arms to your breasts eliciting a soft moan as his fingers graze your nipples. 

Eddie’s tip abuses your g-spot, overwhelming you with a feeling of euphoria that has tears falling down your face.

"Fuck! Your pussy feels too good.”, he groans as he spanks your ass, slowing his pace. “Look at me, little girl.” When you don’t move, he leans over you and lightly slaps your cheek. “Look at me.”

Your eyes flutter open and they both can’t help but smirk at your fucked out, glassy eyed expression. 

“Swallow.”

Nodding, you do it and open your mouth for him to show you listened. 

“Good girl. You wanna cum?”, Eddie coos as his nose softly caress your own.

“Please.”

“That’s it, baby. Beg me. Beg me to make you cum.”

“Mmm—please. I need you to make me cum again. I want to cum so bad, Sir, please.”

The metalhead’s mouth fell open as he thrust into you with purpose while his thumb came down to play with your clit.

“Shit. Cum with me, Y/N. I want to—mmm— fill you up as your tight little pussy clings to me.”

When you nod you head, his thumb moves faster against your nub and after a few more aggressive thrusts, you stumble over the edge right as rope after rope of his seed warms your insides.

The room goes quiet and all that can be heard is the two of you panting for air. 

“Baby girl.”, Steve whispers above you in a much softer tone than before. “Can you open your eyes for me, honey?”

When you do what he asks, you are meet with his gentle and love filled face. 

“There she is. Are you ok? Do you need anything?”

“C-Can you free my hands, Daddy?”

“Shit. Yeah, of course. I’m sorry.” 

While he removed your restraints, Eddie grabbed a bag that was in one of the auditorium chairs and jumped up beside you onto the stage.

“Drink this, sweetheart.”

“Can you help me, Sir? My arms kinda hurt.”

“Yeah, pretty girl. I can help you.”

Placing the water bottle by your lips, he guides your head back as you chug down the liquid.

“Now, did you want to shower here or at home? We can head towards the gym or—”

“I’d like to go home please. I’m sleepy.”

“I can imagine. Do you think you can walk?”

“I can carry her. Just run to the classroom real quick and grab her stuff. We’ll meet you at the van.”

#############

A small smile remained painted across your lips while the three of you sat in the bathtub as they cleaned you. 

“I don’t think she’ll be coming down from cloud 9 anytime soon.”, Eddie chuckled. “I assume we did good?”

“Very good.”

“Nothing felt over the line?”, Steve asked. 

“No. It may be too rough for an everyday thing but…for special occasions…”, you giggle. “Did I cross a line?”

“No, honey. What would make you think you might of?”

When you and Eddie exchange a look, his grin grows as he bends forward to kiss your lips. 

“You didn’t bother me, princess. It’s not like you normally go around spitting in my face. It was kind of hot if I’m being honest.”

“I just hope you know I wouldn’t normally disrespect you like that.”

“We know.” 

After comforting touches and delicate kisses, they help you out of the water and get you in comfortable pajamas before leading you to the bed. Climbing in beside you, Eddie wraps his arms around your waist as you lay your head on Steve’s chest. 

“Y/N, can I ask you something?”

“Of course, Daddy.”

“What we did tonight…that’s not how you viewed us that first night 5 years ago, is it?”

“No, baby. Not even close. You were rough with me but you didn’t scare me like that. I’ve always felt safe with you…even when I thought you two were assholes. Can I ask you both something?”

“Always, sweetheart.”, Eddie soothed as he tenderly kissed your shoulder. 

“What made you two decide to make a move that night? How did you know I’d respond to you the way I did?”

“Short answer? Hope.”

Steve smiled when you giggled at his response. 

“There were so many times you could have said something to rat us out but you never did. When I first spoke to you in detention or when Stevie threatened to spank you, you didn’t tell Mr. C at all. We…we’ve never told you this but we watched you when he asked you to stay behind to put everything away.”, the metalhead elaborated. 

“You had this extremely adorable, concentrated look on your face until you came back to get your things. As you walked off the stage, you were smirking. We selfishly thought maybe it was because of us so we took a short cut to a classroom and the rest is history.”

Keening into his chest, you placed a soft kiss on his skin before lifting Eddie’s hand that was intertwined with yours to your lips so you could do the same. Steve rolled onto his side, gently moving your hair and petting your head as he watched you gradually fall asleep. 

“Hey, Munson?”

“Harrington?”

“Do you have any plans this weekend?”

“Not that I know of besides work. Why?”

“I was thinking, maybe, you and I can go look at houses. See how much they cost so we can start saving and surprise Baby Girl here. She deserves a house.”

Eddie grinned as he reached over and patted his friend’s shoulder. 

“Sounds like a plan, man.”

############

@manda-panda-monium @sherrylyn628 @eddiesguitarskills

@needylilgal022 @local-stoner-bitch @katethetank @strangerfreak

@sidthedollface2 @justanotheryn @pedropascalslilbaby

@marsupiooo @mandyjo8719 @bexreadstoomuch

@chelebelletx @perdopascalslilbaby @shayeddie @anaibis

@wroteclassicaly @fireeyes-on-teller-dixon-grimes

@siriuslysmoking @raptorbait529 @miarosso @micheledawn1975

@paleidiot @mrsjellymunson @dashingdeb16

[chroniclesofbts]

Call Me Home Part 3

Idol hybrid BTS x hybrid foreigner reader

Warnings: implied sexual themes, smut, angst, fluff, polyamorous relationship

If you’re not 18+ please, do not interact.

As always, my works do not represent BTS in any way, this is purely a work of fiction.

*short chapter, I cut this part in half because it was so long*

Y/N's POV

Coming to, I can hear voices around me and an annoying beeping. Listening intently I hear the words, "not heat", "too risky", "trauma", and "management". The monitor attached to my heart gave away that I was waking up, the beeping increasing. My eyes flutter open, the light blinding me initially.

"Hey, welcome back. You really scared me there" Jin said softly, sitting on the edge of the hospital bed. "I thought my face was just too handsome for you" he joked to lighten the mood.

"How are you feeling Miss... ?" A woman in scrubs asked

"Fine, head is a little heavy, I'm a little sore too. What happened?" I questioned

"You passed out in the shower with Jin. You didn't hit your head or anything, he managed to hold you up and call Jungkook for help." I flushed at the thought of Jungkook seeing me naked. "Can I ask you some personal questions?" The doctor asked gently, "Your pack can stay here or leave if you feel uncomfortable at any time"

"Um, s-sure" I stuttered

"Do you have any nightmares?"

"Oh, uh yeah, most people do though" I joke

"How many a week?" She says writing things down on a clipboard.

"Uh it depends, maybe like 5?" Jin's hand finds mine, and holds it in a comforting manor.

"Do you ever feel numb?" She continues

"Yeah, I guess if I get too overwhelmed I do." I answer honestly

"Do you feel like you startle easily? Have trouble concentrating?"

"Sometimes" I answer, starting to close in on myself.

"Last question, where do you see yourself in the future?"

"I mean, how far out? I see myself with the pack, for as long as I have left" I answer, feeling Jimin lean his head on my shoulder from the right side where he was sitting.

"I see, thank you for answering my questions, I will talk to your packs leader and you should be able to go back to their dorms in the next few hours." She smiled, motioning to Namjoon to follow her.

"How long was I asleep?" I ask Jimin

"3 days, you must have been tired and your body was recovering from the shock to your system with the pills you took." Jimin explained.

"Why was she asking all of those questions?" I ask him nervously, "Did I do something wrong, are you going to replace me?" I whimper

"No! No, baby, never" Jin said, squeezing my hand. "We just want to make sure we can help you, make sure we can be enough for you"

"Oh, why?" I mumble confused as I feel myself blush.

"Because you deserve the perfect pack" Jimin said, pushing his nose further into my scent gland.

"Wait, I thought I was in heat" I look at Jin, who looks away bashfully.

"Your body has never had a heat, it wasn't ready for a heat, your body was fighting the medicine, it caused you to get sick. Right before you passed out I could smell the shift in your hormones, I just didn't figure it out until you passed out. I, o-overwhelmed your b-body. I c-caused it, I am so sorry" He cried, "we don't deserve to be your pack, we couldn't even take care of you as soon as we got you"

"Jin, I don't blame you. It's not your fault, how could anyone have known? You caught me, right? I didn't get a concussion. It's okay"

Before he could respond, Namjoon came in the door followed by a man I had never met before.

"This is Sejin, one of our managers. After talking with the medical staff, we think it's best to start you on a month of medicine to encourage a natural heat cycle. This will also give your body time to adjust to being in a pack, as well as let your mind work through everything that has happened recently. With the rush of moving and education, now this, your body and mind are overwhelmed. We want to make sure you're completely healthy and ready." Namjoon explained as the nurses started to detach me from all of the medical equipment.

"Take it easy for the first week, bed rest for the first 5 days at least. Your body is recovering and we don't want anything to delay the process." The nurse explained.

"Here, we brought you some clothes, its ours, but we will get you your own soon" Jungkook said, handing me some clothes that smell like all of them. He helped me up with a blush and led me to the connected bathroom to change. I quickly changed into the sweatpants and shirt, pulling the drawstrings so they fit move comfortably. I opened the door and found him waiting outside, eyes widening, pupils dilating, at me in their clothes. He extended his hand to me and started to walk me over the the wheelchair.

"I don't need that" I said, trying to pull out of his grip.

"Okay" Jungkook smirked, sweeping me off my feet, "but you can't walk, doctors orders. I prefer this way too" he winked.

"W-wait, actually, the chair l-looks fine" I stuttered through my embarrassment.

"Sorry, cutie, I like this way" He smiled, staring at me with a fondness I haven't seen yet. He carries me through the lobby and outside to the waiting car. Jimin's mouth dropped open as he whined about how unfair it was that he got to carry me, causing a few others to grumble too. He hands me to Namjoon, who pulls me close in his lap, shoving his face into my neck and relaxing. The drive was filled with lots of joking and flirting, I swear my face was always flushed. Jin steals me away from Namjoon to carry me inside and up the stairs to their room. It has a large bed where they obviously sleep all together, lots of pillows and blankets resembling a den. Jin gently lowered me into their den, showing through actions that he could care for me. I immediately relaxed, realizing that even being surrounded by predators, I was safe. I let my eyes flutter closed, my body pulling me under with exhaustion. The last thing I register is a body laying down gently next to me, in their animal form, their purring lulling me deeper into dreamland.

Taglist open (please let me know if I missed you): @dachshunddame @minjianhyung @minhanbyeol

[fxchild]

The Switch

Miles Fairchild x fem!reader

Chapter seven: So now you're back?

A note from Fxchild ! Hi hi so ya I am not dead ! My phone lit broke and I totes forgot my email for this acc but now I'm back and my writers block has never gone away so quickly ! I'm so excited for new chapters to b out soon ! In the meantime while you r waiting for chapters, if you have one shot ideas for characters Finn Wolfhard plays I would b more than happy to write those so you guys aren't waiting forever for a new chapter ! So...finally heres the well awaited chapter seven ! I hope you enjoy this <3

It's the first day of May. It's also been three months since Miles left again. I keep telling Flora that he'll be back soon but I feel my heart break every time I lie to her. I don't think he will be back until I leave for the summer and then he'll leave again when I come back. I feel so guilty..Flora doesn't have a brother that lives with her because of me. But was it all really my fault? He treats me like shit and expects me to tolerate it. Never mind. I don't give a flying fuck about him anymore. He can do whatever he wants, if something happens to him, oh boo hoo not my problem.

It was finally Friday which means I have tomorrow off and I only have to teach Flora a little today because the weather was perfect for horseback riding and I'd promise to let her out today. Today I wore a dark red top with dark grey jeans with black high top shoes. I put my hair in a half up half down clip and did minimal makeup because I was planning on recording myself for an upcoming interview I have for a summer job.

Today I planned out a written test to see Flora's knowledge on geography. I would give her a half an hour to finish up on review and two hours for the test. The test was fairly easy so it shouldn't take her more than an hour or so.

"And begin." I smiled at Flora, setting my timer on my desk which is right across from hers. She immediately begins to read and write down answers while I look over her past work to grade.

Around 45 minutes into the session we hear the front door open. Flora pays no attention to it, I assume it's Ms. Grose coming in from cutting grass or buying groceries so I ignore it and go back to reading old assignments. Around a few minutes went by when I heard footsteps coming to the room. Expecting Ms. Grose I take my feet off the desk and fix my posture without looking at the door. I pretend to be in deep thought with grading when I hear someone clear their throat and hear Flora shout,

"Miles!" She screeches and jumps from her seat running over to hug him. I immediately turn my whole body in my chair with wide eyes. His hair slightly longer and he looks a little taller. He still has the same smirk and dead eyes I saw the night he left. He had on a black coat that ran down to his knees and two bags in his hands that he must have taken when he left. He engulfs Flora into a hug and smiles down at her. I've never seen that smile before. Unlike the ones he had given me this one was warm and loving. I think I had given him that smile before but I wasn't sure. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, he looked up at me and smiled. It was genuine, his eyes brightened. I knew it was real because it wasn't that same old smirk he put on with confidence, he looked painfully awkward and his eyes kept darting between me and the wooden floor. I didn't smile back. I rose up from my seat and walked over to him.

"Flora, why don't you take Miles bags and put them in his room for him sweetheart?" I smiled down at her while patting her hair. She gladly accepts and runs off with his bags. Miles smiles at me again nodding opening his mouth to speak but I cut him off.

"How you been Miles? Where'd you go this time huh? Was it fun?" I say with a sarcastic fake smile, he could tell I was mad.

"Well I-" He begins as I slap his face.

"You scared the shit out of me! Do you know how upset Flora was? She cried for almost a week, blaming herself, poor girl!" I say gritting my teeth with my eyes starting to tear up slightly.

He stared at me with pursed lips before sighing and answering. "He told me to."

I scoff and look at him dumbfounded. "He? Wh-who the hell is 'he' Miles huh? What are you schizo?" I roll my eyes annoyed

"Nobody-nothing. I just..had a dream that's all." He shakes his head staring down at the floor with shame.

"Whatever Miles." I roll my eyes and walk over to Flora's desk to pick up her finished test. "Better go find Flora. Told her she could get out of class early to go ride the horses." I say looking through her test without looking up at Miles.

"You're not gonna come?" He asks quietly, nodding his head to the side, scratching the back of his neck.

I chuckle quietly before placing the test back on the desk. "After the last time?" I walk over to him, picking a pine needle off his jacket. "No thanks." I fake smile before walking out of the room to my own. When I reach my room I fall flat onto my bed before letting out a loud sigh into my pillow. A few minutes later I look out the window. I see Flora and Miles running to the stables and shouting happily. I turn to look at my Calendar, 30 days until I leave. I got sick of sitting in my room bored and decided to go do something, anything in his boring place.

I walk into the kitchen hoping there's an apple or some food sitting out but instead of being greeted with food, it's an unbearable Ms. Grose. I smile at her but she crosses her arms and frowns at me.

"Why are you being so unpleasant towards Miles?" She grits her teeth. "What are you talking about?" I ask trying to pretend I have no clue what's going on. "Talking to him in such an arrogant tone, not accepting his offer and you still wonder why he left? You should be shamed." She spits at me coldly. My face dropped as I start to feel tears in the corners of my eyes.

I quickly ran back up to my room and slam the door. Tears start to stream down my face as I grab my backpack and start shoving stuff into my bag. By the time I zipped it up I hear the front door open again. I quickly put my shoes back on and started heading down the stairs. Walking towards the door I'm wiping my tears, Miles blocks my path.

"Woah woah! Where are you going?" He asks with a concerned look on his face, his hands falling to my shoulders. "Out." I reply while sniffling trying to push past him.

"Um okay, when are you coming back?" He lets go of me, now following me out the door. "I don't know..like..tomorrow? Sunday maybe?" I continue to walk away from him to my car. "Tell me where in case you get black out drunk again and need me to pick you up." He scoffs grabbing onto my wrist.

"You know what Miles? You won't have to worry about me anymore! I won't bother you. It's clear I make you want to leave and you hate me so I'll just leave you alone okay?! Is that what you wa-"

He cuts me off by pressing his lips against mine. It was soft and quick, like he was trying to shut me up and this was the first thing he thought of. He lets go of my wrist and stands up straight looking at me sternly. My cheeks are burning red as I attempt to say something but I can't seem to speak, like there's no air in my lungs.

I lean up against my car door for a moment staring at my feet trying to decide whether to leave or not. I finally look up at him, his head in staring at my feet too. His hands are in his pockets and he's biting his bottom lip nervously. I smile up at him.

"Hey..I'll be back in a little while. I promise I won't make you pick me up this time. Want me to grab you something?" I softly smile, hoping he won't hate me. He shakes his head no with a small smile on his face before letting me get into his car. He watches me drive off before heading back inside.

'29 days..' I whisper to myself as I head into the nearest town, smiling to myself.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This was extremely rushed so my apologies if it wasn't as great as one of my last chapters ! I promise the next chapter will b better and have more of a plot than this one. Hope you guys liked this and r excited for the next chapter!

[spyderlondon]

TADC FANFIC MASTERLIST

I do priority requests as commissions. More info in link. Free requests are currently turned OPEN FOR CHECKMATES REQUESTS ONLY

The Lost City of Atlantis AU Backstories

Kinger

The Amazing Pokemon Circus

(TADC AU)

Pokemon List Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 (Coming soon)

We Can Be Whole (Chess!Queenie x Circus!Kinger)

Chapter 1

ABSTRABBIT

On the Ropes (Boxer!AU)

BUNNYSHOWTIME

Dance the Night Away (Canon)

CAINE X ZOOBLE

Favorite Challenge (Canon)

CHECKMATES

Don't be Scared, I'm Here (Pre-Canon)

Insect Knowledge (Canon)

Overbearing Parents (Canon except Queenie is there)

Who Needs an Exit, We Have Each Other (Canon)

FUNNYBUNNY (Platonic Only)

A Game for Us (Canon)

SCAREDYLOVERS (Platonic Only)

Sisterly Bond (Raceway AU)

SHOWTIME

A Song in Harmony (Time Capsule AU)

Devotion: Canon

Embarrassment on the Racetrack (Raceway AU)

Mine (Raceway AU + Seth)

Protectiveness: Harlequin AU

Red "Cheeks", Blue "Screen" (Canon) (MINORS DO NOT READ! 18+ ONLY!)

Why'd You Leave Me...? (Canon) (Tragic Showtime)

AU STORIES

A Mischevious Symphony: 1927 (Time Capsule AU) (Caine)

A Nightmare Begins (Shadow!Caine)

A Shadowy Beginning (Shadow!Caine)

I Don't Want to Become a Monster... Chapter 1 (Freakshow AU) (Caine)

I Don't Want to Become a Monster... Chapter 2 (Freakshow AU) (Caine)

Pulling All the Strings (Puppetmaster!Caine AU - my AU, not Harlequin)

Race Me!! (Raceway AU) (Mostly OC oriented with a bit of Showtime)

The Golden Child (Digital Chess AU) (Jax and Queenie)

Vs The Maddened Princess (Harlequin AU) (Pomni vs Boss!Gangle)

You're Not Him (Jax, Shadow!Caine) (⚠️Contains unwanted advances as a a way to emotional torment ⚠️)

Random TADC Stories

Chrysalis: Good Ending (Kinger, Gangle and Zooble)

My Queen, Her Servant (Canon) (Kinger angst/comfort) (⚠️DO NOT READ WITH A BAD MINDSET, EXTREMELY HARD HITTING GRIEF ⚠️)

You Can Hide, But You Can't Run (Canon) (Main cast except Zooble and Bubble)

Feel free to send one shot requests! I'll happily work on those as well!

Only ships I won't do are Freakshow!Showtime (I LOVE Showtime except in Freakshow), Ragapom, Ribbun, and RoyalCourt (I'll only write this platonically)

[minniebbang]

within the forest | chapter 4

pairing: fairy!Chan x princess!reader word count: 2.8k words summary: a plan that didn't go well a/n: I'm writing something but I'm scared of how it'll turn out.

main masterlist | series masterlist | next

[10 YEARS LATER]

“Princess Flora, please leave the kitchen.” The head chef spoke out, causing the long-haired woman to spin around to meet his stern gaze. She sighed lowly, hearing that name slip out from him again although countless times she reminded him not to call her that unless it was outside of the palace or her future husband was coming.

Her arranged future husband is coming today. Since she’s 19 years old and next in line to take the throne, her father has asked her to get married to someone to help reign Stellious. She dislikes it, yes but she had to obey it. It’s the only way to maintain Stellious peace with other kingdoms that may appear as a threat to them.

“You always recognize me, Simon.”

“Your hairpin, your majesty. Now, please leave the kitchen or the king will be upset with me.”

Her hand automatically reached for the lily hairpin tug on the back of her hair whilst smiling softly. Of course, how hard she tried to blend in with the crowd, the palace people would know it was her by her custom hairpin. So disguising as one of the cookers was impossible with the hairpin on.

“How about let me go this time? I want to help prepare the food for the prince. I’ll cover you up if Father finds out.”

Simon shook his head, disapproving of her idea. He abruptly raised his head when hearing heavy footsteps approaching the kitchen area. He held the princess by the shoulder, pushing her to the staircase that led to her room.

“Princess, the prince is coming. Please head to your room and get ready. The king wouldn’t be pleased to see you here.”

“Fine, see you in a bit.” She ran off. Her silhouettes slowly turned blurry in Simon’s vision as she parted from him. He released a sigh of relief and shook his head before returning to the kitchen. The sole daughter of the king had always something up in her sleeve.

Maybe after 3 hours, we’ll meet again. She muttered and ran to her room with a big smile and exhilaration crawling inside her although it was a bummer she didn’t get a chance to cook for him, as in Bang Chan. She never intended to cook for her future husband once she set foot in the kitchen. She was embarrassed because Chan was the one who prepared meals for her when they were hanging out.

Shutting the door, she changed into new clothes, a much simpler one and took her archery set between the interjected dresses. Grabbing the black feather off the table, she held it tightly and filled her mind with his image but the creaking of the door interrupted her.

“Princess Flora, why haven’t you changed yet?”

“Ummmm….I will but can you give me a moment, Sara?” 

The maid averted her eyes from her face to the object she held. Quickly, she grabbed Y/N’s hand gently.

“Let go of the feather, Princess.”

She glanced, cocking her brows. She was bewildered by the request. Does the maid know where she is heading? Her father must have told her already about her disappearance without a trace a decade ago. 

“I apologise but I don’t want to.”

In a blink, they vanished from her room, leaving the door wide open for anyone to witness their sudden disappearance.

Y/N let go of the feather, realising the surroundings had changed from the bedroom with brownish walls to an open meadow. Birds chirping the sweet melody of the morning soon entered their ear. Sara observed around while confusion struck as her hand slowly fell to the side. 

“What am I going to answer him now..?” she whispered while walking back and forth between the door and Sara, dumbfounded by the situation. She’d promised Chan not to bring anyone with him to the cottage. Bringing Sara with her was an incident, she never thought Sara would hug her the moment she teleported here. 

“Should I knock… ugh!” she shut her eyes for a mere second, gaining back her composure before heading toward Sara, only to be greeted by empty air. Agitated, she glanced at every corner(although there weren’t any corners because it was a huge forest) searching for Sarah's small figure until a peal of laughter entered her ears. The voice was coming from behind her. 

“Sara!!” she made her way toward her and kneeled beside her. Sara was too absorbed with her watching until Y/N had to call her name twice for her to notice her existence beside her. Sara’s shoulder jolted in surprise.

“Your Highness! I’m sorry I ran without your permission!!” She instantaneously rose to her feet, bowing her whole body - a sign of begging for forgiveness. A sigh left Y/N’s lips as she commanded Sara to stop what’s she doing.

“Did this flower and butterfly attract you?”

“Yes, they did, your highness. My mother doesn’t allow me to step out of the kingdom. All I saw and breathed in my 18 years of life were flying dust from the carriage and the suffocating smell of mixed charcoal and freshly baked bread. My life isn’t beautiful like it is in your palace.”

Sara spoke as her chin rested on her arms. It looks like Sara shared an almost similar story with her.

“I didn’t mean like am I hating on Stellious. This kingdom is beautiful! I simply describing the environment in the late evening!”

“Don’t be afraid to speak your mind, Sara. It’s not like I will punish you for speaking ill about Stellious. Honestly, I never feel happy in the palace. It’s empty since my father keeps me away from everyone but luckily I found this place and him.”

As in queue, the screeching sound of the door along with his voice came. A voice that sounds like home to her. 

"Y/N, I thought you wouldn't be here today." He spoke from the door. She emerged along with Sara. A bright and beautiful smile rested on Y/N's countenance and lit a smile on Chan's lips. She went to Chan.

"Didn't I promise to come yesterday? I want to continue our practice."

A chuckle escaped as he shook his head; entertained by her child-like attitude. Although she grew up, she always his little flora.

"Never forget how excited you were when I said I can teach you archery.”

He raised his head and came in contact with Sara’s eyes. Her figure was frozen, stunned and speechless by his appearance perhaps. Unsure of what to do, Chan just sent her a small smile.

“You bring someone with you today.”

She sheepishly grinned at him.

“She was hugging me while I was holding the feather. So, here we are”  She spread her arm widely, lightly chuckling. 

“I’m sorry, Chan.” Her arm fell to her side as a sigh escaped.

“It’s fine, little flora. Sometimes it’s more fun to have extra company. Her name was Sara, right?”

She nodded. “Sara, come in!” He waved his hand, gesturing for her to come closer to them. Seeing the gesture, Sara headed to them cautiously. After everyone got inside, he shut the door. 

“Let’s go to the backyard. I have prepared everything in the back.” 

He pushed the teak door open, leading them to the back. Y/N followed him behind but stopped when she didn’t hear Sara’s footsteps. She looked behind and mentally face-palmed herself. Sara didn’t move a bone or her eyes; stuck in the same place and her gaze was fixated on his dark wings. She grabbed Sara’s wrist, dragging her with her as the arrows in Y/N’s sling bag clicked against each other, filling their walk with a repeated sound.

“We’re here,” Chan announced and headed to the set-up table and two seats. On the table, sandwiches were plated and three to four pure water were seated there. The backyard almost looked identical to the front yard except it was more lively. Flowers in different colours and varieties spread out through the meadow.

“My apologies, Sara. I didn’t know you were coming so I didn't prepare any extra,” He glanced at her with an apologetic smile. Sara shook her head and hand, denying his word in every way possible.

“No! My apologies mister because I accidentally follow your highness. I’m sorry I have burdened you!”

“You’re not burdening me, Sara, don’t worry. Anyway,” He glanced at Y/N.

“Should we begin our practice now?”

She placed her sling bag down and snatched her bow and arrows from the bag while Sara settled down on one of the seats, awkwardly running her eyes elsewhere other than Chan’s gigantic wings. It wasn’t her fault that she was astonished by Chan; a species that every folk in Stellious was afraid of. Both from their ‘special’ features and abilities. For centuries, the king had to hunt them down because they were a threat to the kingdom but were they?

Chan stood beside Y/N, watching her close her right eye and aim for the bullseye at the round sharped target across them. 

The First shot, failed

The Second shot failed

The Third shot failed

She let out a heavy sigh and dropped the bow to her side, disappointed at her current mark. The first and second arrows were on the white circle meanwhile the third one was on the black circle. Sure, she was a beginner and shouldn't push herself to make the arrow land on the yellow circle but she was hoping to get it at least once.

“Don’t push yourself too hard, little flora. Just relax.”

He went behind her and placed his hand on top of hers, positioning the bow. His touch was gentle as if holding her hand hard enough would shatter it. He correctly fixed her shoulder and hips and stepped aside.

“Think about someone you dislike and with a deep breath, you let go of the string. Ready?”

She hummed in response and took a deep breath. She aimed for the bullseyes again but this time with an image of someone she dislikes currently. She doesn’t hate him but dislikes his abrupt decision. A decision that he made without considering her feelings. She still loves him, so much in fact. Releasing the bowstring, the arrow landed on the bullseye. Chan smiled, glad his technique worked.

 Now he wondered, who was in her mind?

“Who are you thinking?”

“My father…He arranged a marriage for me since I will reign Stellious soon.”

She placed the arrow in the bow and let go of the string.

Bullseye again.

“He said I'm incapable of ruling the kingdom alone and need a husband by my side. I hate arranged marriages because it's like pushing my feelings aside.” She’d said in a low and dissatisfied tone. She placed the bow on the grass, glancing at him afterwards.

“I’m sure he has his reason, little flora. No father will do something stupid unless it’s for his daughter's bright future. Your future husband will take care of you if I’m not here anymore” 

Her eyes widened as he uttered the last sentence. She punched his shoulder lightly as her lips dropped, forming an upside-down smile. 

“Don’t say that, Chan. I’ll protect you from whatever coming for you. I promise”

She shoved her pinky toward him and he intertwined it, giggling at her statement. Just like the little girl he met 10 years ago, she was unaware of what danger coming upon him. Not even she could protect him from it. She shouldn’t know the truth because he knew it would be the reason her happiness died. Let him conceal the painful truth with his smile and white lies.

“Okay! Let’s continue!” 

After a couple of minutes, they stopped training. How exhausting it might be but she was satisfied with the result of today's hard work. Sara, who had been seated and watching her was surprised by the princess’s skill. Ever since taking care of Y/N, she never saw the princess doing this activity. The princess schedule is often packed with manners class and history classes. It was a rare sight to see the princess doing something that only the boys and the women warriors were allowed to do in the kingdom.

“Good job for today, little flora.” Chan ruffled her hair as her ears turned a hint of red. She isn’t used to Chan’s way of showing his affection although she did it to him when she was little.

“I can do better but it’s fine. I can always try tomorrow and the day after.”

“True. Since you did a good job you should be rewarded with a present.”

“I’m not a kid, Chan.”

“Who says only kids deserve presents? Let’s hurry up before the sun goes down.” 

Carefully, Chan took her hand and pulled her to the side of the backyard, forgetting Sara’s existence there for a while. Sara followed them behind quietly, afraid of disturbing their leisure time together. 

Upon arriving, Y/N gasped at the sightseeing. They were a river streaming through the middle, splitting the meadow into two. The trees were high in height and their stems stretched out toward the river, covering the illuminating sunlight for anyone who was resting there. She was sure she wasn’t dreaming but the place looked exactly how she would describe her haven. Quiet and serenity with him.

Chan patted the space beside him, inviting her to sit with him. She sat beside him and immediately rested her head on his shoulder. She likes being this close to him, it reminds her that she has a friend, a friend that she could rely on, a friend that she already assumed was her blood brother.

“So, how was he? Is he a kind man?”

“I hope so. Today, supposedly, is my second day meeting him. My father expects me to get to know him better today.”

“But you run away. The day before too.”

She laughed, throwing her gaze at the slow-streaming river.

“If you were me, you would run away as well, Chan. I don’t like talking about myself because I don’t know myself well. There’s no point telling him lies.”

“You grow up well, little flora. I’m proud of you. I can’t wait to see you as a queen.”

“A queen…such a heavy word for me”

“Hey, I’m here for you if you need any extra hands”

From the reflection, she can see his wings moving to the front, hugging her shoulder. Taking the opportunity, she caressed his wings. Letting her fingers run through the black wings, brought her back to the first day she met him.  A meeting that began her joyful life.

“I love you, Channie”

His hand went for her shoulder, pulling her into a hug.

“I love you too, let’s stay as best friends okay little flora?”

“You like calling me little flora.”

“People in the kingdom called you Flora because the king asked them but for me because the little you had changed my life into a beautiful one. Like flora, they decorate the forest and people’s homes so it becomes more comfy and stunning”

“Thanks for those unwanted words of affirmation, Chan”

From afar, Sara became an audience. Today's event proved all of her assumptions about Chan’s species wrong. A fairy can be kind-hearted toward humans. One could not fake a sincere smile for a long time. They’re not wicked as the king told them. Was the king lying to them? To the civilians of Stellious? If yes, what for?

What could be more mortification than your daughter doesn’t show up when the prince was in your palace? No, she disappeared magically while changing and the cat got your tongue trying to give a good excuse. A bad way to end your day, huh?

The king slammed his hands on the table, and the loud thudding rang throughout his medium-decorated office. A flushed red face, clenched fists and bared teeth as he contends the madness that crawled inside him from leashing out. His right-hand man couldn’t defuse him unless he wanted a punch in his face. 

“Gale, did you send the guards to search after the princess?” He asked sternly. Gale nodded his head

“Good. I’m going to check her room” The king exited the office and headed straight to the princess' room. An instinct came to him but he brushed it off because he believed his only daughter wouldn’t do that, not to him. His steps died as he caught a glimpse of the slightly creaked door to the princess’s room. Somehow, he felt his instinct was right.

He pushed the door widely and from the corner of his eyes, he saw black powder scattered on the floor. His anger raised when he kneeled to get a better view of it. That fairy...

“Command the guards to expand the search in the forest, now!!” 

A peaceful and gorgeous evening for the princess but an unforgettable one for the king. The evening when the king's patience exploded and the only left was madness, he wanted blood under the fairy's body. For him, the fairy had crossed his limits. 

[sebsgirl71479]

Forever My Love

Steve Rogers x Curvy Female Reader

Other characters: Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton

Warnings: As much fluff as your heart can handle, (later chapter, smut, unprotected sex, dry humping.)

A/N: I had this originally as a Chris Evans story but the climate surrounding him I didn't feel comfortable writing it. Maybe when things calm down I'll go back to writing Chris stories. In the meantime I hope you enjoy this little story. This is Part 1. Again please comment and reblog, they make me happy.

You wouldn’t necessarily call yourself an outcast, You had friends, you went out and had fun but you pretty much stayed to yourself. Your best friends were Wanda and Clint. You were pretty much the 3 musketeers. All 3 of you lived in the same cul de sac as well as 2 other families, the Barnes’ and Rogers’. You always saw them hanging out together but the 3 of you never really hung out that much with them. Them being Bucky and Steve. 

You were so shy, that when Wanda and Clint came to ask you to play when you were kids you almost ran home too afraid to say hello. After a few more attempts to ask you to play, your mother talked to you and just told you to give them a chance because they seemed like nice kids. Since that day you have never looked back and thank your mother for pushing you to the 2 best friends you’ll ever have. And now here you are senior year at Howard Stark High School, named after the famed inventor from your hometown. Summer had been great, you and Wanda both worked at the local ice cream shop called May’s while Clint worked right next door at Hawk archery store. Before the first day of school you told wanda that you wanted a little bit of a change for senior year. So she came over and had a day of beauty and went over what you wanted to change. 

You always wore simple clothes not really being too much into fashion like wanda but you wanted to branch out. Being a bit of a thicker gal it was always hard to find cute clothes that fit you, so you both headed out of your small town to the next one over and found some great clothes to help in your little change you wanted. When you got back Clint was a little butt hurt that he wasn’t asked to join so you let him come over and gave him a facial and manicure which he didn't mind. What you didn't notice was when you got back from the shops, Steve was watching you from his front yard as he was mowing it. He was shy like you but you never noticed it because you always thought he was as confident as Bucky. When in reality he was an awkward teen and didn't know how to talk to girls, especially ones he really liked, like you. He really wanted to ask you out but was afraid of you turning him down. He didn’t want any other girls, he wanted you. 

After you went in your house he finished his work and went inside his house and took a shower to get the summer heat and sweat off him before he walked over to Bucky’s house. He needed advice and the only person who could give him that was Bucky. Walking over to Bucky’s house he just lets himself in with a small knock on the door announcing himself. “Hey Buck, it’s me where are you?” Bucky peeked his head around the corner scaring the crap out of Steve. “Right here buddy, what's up!”

“Oh jesus christ buck don't do that.”

“Sorry about that. Come on, let's go play video games before our brains start to melt with school work soon.” Steve just shakes his head in disbelief. Bucky may say he doesn’t like school but he has some of the best grades in the school. 

“Actually Bucky, I need your help with something.” Seeing the seriousness on his face Bucky knew he really had to hear him out. “What’s up?” With a hefty sigh Steve got to the point.

“You know y/n across the street? I want to ask her out, but I don't know how to approach her. I think she is just pretty and I'm afraid I’ll say the wrong thing.”

“Alright pal, first of all have you ever talked to her?” Looking down at his hands he shakes his head no.

“Look I know you’re a bit shy but we have to try and get past that so you can get the girl, because you don't want to lose her to someone else.”

“God buck, she’s so damn pretty I don't know how I'm going to do this. Plus, I don't know how I will get her alone. Clint and Wanda are always with her like a shield.”

“Hey don’t worry about that. They are like us always together looking after each other. I can see it. I'm sure they are just protective of the other.” Soon enough Bucky was giving Steve the right way to speak to you and hopefully try and ask you out on a date. 

The next day was the first day of school and you were a little nervous about your outfit. Wanda assured you that it looked great on you and to not overthink it. So you stepped out of your house with Wanda and Clint waiting for you in Clint's car. You're wearing a cute brown sundress with a jean jacket and low top sneakers. As you walk, Clint starts blasting Cherry pie by Warrant and they both start whistling as you walk towards the car. You just shake your head at your two dorky friends and get in the back seat. “Y/N you look fantastic no one at school is going to believe it’s you.” Wanda was beaming like a proud mamma. “If you weren’t my best friend I'd ask you out.”

“Clint that’s very sweet but you’re like my brother that would be weird.” While all this was happening Steve watched you drive off with your friends as he was getting in his car with Bucky. He was driving too fast to see you in the back but he couldn't wait to see you at school.

“Hey lover-boy, let's get going or we’ll be late.”

“Shut up Bucky and get in the car.” 

Steve starts the car and backs out of his driveway and heads down the road towards school. The parking lot was chaotic with students milling around or standing by their cars showing off what they did to them during the summer. As Steve drove into the lot he saw you and your friends standing by Clint's car and there so happened to be an empty spot next to it. He carefully parked next to you and shut the engine off. You turned around when you saw a car park next to you and your friends and saw it was Steve and Bucky. When Steve stepped out of his car he looked amazing, wearing dark wash jeans, a white t-shirt and brown leather jacket. 

Wow, was he always this good looking?  Was your inner thoughts. He looked right at you as soon as he closed his door and gave you a lopsided smile. You returned his smile with one of your own and a small wave. You then felt warmth on your face and ducked your face down and looked away. 

Oh my god she looks like a goddess in that dress. That is what Steve was telling himself as he saw you standing by the car. The smile he gave you was a shot in the dark in hopes you would return it and you did. He felt his heart flutter when you smiled back, he’s really glad his asthma is under control now otherwise he would be having an attack right now. When you turned back to talk to your friends Bucky grabbed Steve by the shoulders as if to say ‘that's a good first start’ They both headed into the building to get their schedules and a quick bagel from the cafeteria. 

When you get to your 1st hour, you’re a little bummed that your friends aren't in this class with you but you do see a familiar face, Steve Rogers. This was honors biology and so everyone was sat 2 at a lab table, since you didn't know anyone else you start walking towards Steve. Steve looks up to see you enter the classroom looking for a place to sit. When you spot him you start walking to him almost hesitantly.

“Um, is th-this seat taken?” He looks at you like you just gave him the hardest equation known to man, when you ask again he shakes himself from his stupor and smiles up at you.

“Oh, no go ahead, it'd be a pleasure to have you sit with me.” ‘Smooth Rogers, real smooth’ You giggled at his response and sat down next to him. Steve throws caution to the wind and decides to speak first. Come on you dork you can do it.

“You know we’ve lived in the same cul de sac since we were kids and we’ve never really talked to each other?”

“I think that has to do with Clint and Wanda taking up all my free time.” You both laugh a little bit, then your laughter stops as soon as your teacher enters the room.

“Okay class welcome back for another great school year” He said a little sarcastically. “So just to let you know, I hope you like where you are sitting because the person next to you will be your lab partner for the remainder of the school year.” You and Steve look at each other with wide eyes but smile in the end. Your teacher goes over the basic safety procedures for the lab and most of the projects that you all will be doing during the year. 

The last 5 mins of class the teacher gives everyone time to get to know their partner. All you and Steve can do is smile and laugh at pretty much nothing, then the bell rings. You gather your things and put them in your backpack and Steve does the same.

“So what class do you have next?” You look at your schedule and see what you have next.

“Um, I have financial algebra next.”

“Really? So do I.” and he shows you his schedule and sees that you have the next 2 classes together.

“Oh wow, what a coincidence.”

“Can I walk with you to class?” Steve asks nervously.

“I’d Like that a lot” You walk towards the door and he lets you pass first like a gentleman and you head down the hall and to the right towards algebra. Entering the class you see both Wanda and Bucky sitting in the same row but 2 desks separating them. 

They see you both come in and wave at their respected friends. Steve lets you walk ahead of him and you sit to Wanda’s right and Steve to Bucky’s left. Wanda starts talking first.

“So what was that about?”

“What, we had the first hour together and found out that we have the 1st 3 classes together so he walked me here.” While you're talking to Wanda, Bucky starts asking Steve a million questions.

“So did you ask her out yet? Why did you walk her to class? Do you think she likes you, because I saw the way she looked at you before she sat down?”

“Bucky slow down man. Well she came into 1st hour and asked to sit next to me. Turns out we’re gonna be lab partners all year. We went to leave class and I asked what her next call was because I didn't want to leave her side and we have 3 classes together.”

“Steve, I think being able to ask her out is going to be easier than you thought huh?” 

Steve looks over at you and smiles, you look over your shoulder at the same time and smile back at him with a blush. He turns back to Bucky with a big grin on his face. “I’m gonna try my hardest to ask her out real soon and treat her like the goddess she is.”  Wanda looks back at you after you turn back around and gives you a look.

“What?” “What do you mean, what? Since when are you and Steve so friendly and that little smile he gave you?”

“It was just friendly. I don't think it meant anything.”

“Well whatever it was, don't lose it because I think he might be into you.” You weren’t a girl that the guys ever went for but seeing the way Steve was smiling at you and wanting to walk you to class stirred something in you. 

Your next class with Steve was advanced studio painting. Knowing you and Steve loved art was something unexpected but refreshing. Again you two sat close to each other in the class, looking at the other when the other wasn’t paying attention. This new thing between you and Steve almost felt natural like you were meant to connect now for some reason. Clint sat behind you guys and noticed this new development, he would bring it up to you later at lunch. When class ended it was time for lunch so you headed out towards the parking lot to meet Wanda at Clint’s car. Steve caught up with you while you were walking. 

“So, um what are you doing for lunch?”

“Oh, uh Wanda, Clint and I head down the street to the sub shop and hang there. It's sort of a tradition for us.” “Oh.” You could see disappointment in his eyes.

“Would you like to join us? The more the merrier, I mean if you want to?” He gave you the biggest, brightest smile that could light up a room.

“Yeah that would be great let me just go tell Bucky and we can meet you there?”

“That sounds great, can’t wait to see you.” And just like that Steve runs to find Bucky to tell him their lunch plans. You laugh at his eagerness and begin your trek to the car. Clint and Wanda are already waiting by the car when you walk up. “Hey guys, um do you mind if someone joins us for lunch, they’ll meet us there?”

“Is it Steve?” Clint is the first to pipe up.

“How do you know?”

“Please y/n i was sitting behind you guys in art class, i could see the looks you were giving each other.”

“They did the same thing in algebra this morning.” You look away in embarrassment but you know your friends mean well. “Yes it's Steve, is that okay with you guys?”

“Sure, we have no problem right Clint?” Wanda gives him a pointed look. He’s like a big brother so he can be protective. “Yeah sure, let's get going before all the good spots are gone.”       

Steve had such a supportive friend in Bucky. When he told him about lunch and being able to hang out with you, Bucky was on board anything to get his buddy the girl of his dreams. They arrived at the shop just as you had parked and got out of the car. You gave Clint your order and leant on the car waiting. You guys loved this place. It had great food and always 80s and 90s music blasting from the speakers. Steve walked up to you as Bucky went to put his and Steve’s orders in.

“Hey there.” “Hey yourself. Have you ever been here?”

“A few times.” “Yeah we love this place, it just feels nostalgic.” You both just stare at the other like you’re the only two people around. While this is happening Bucky is standing behind Wanda and Clint in line. This gave Clint the opportunity to ask Bucky what’s been on his mind since class. 

“Hey Bucky, I have to ask. Is Steve really into y/n or this some sick joke to play on her? Because she’s really shy and has never had a guy be interested in her like I see Steve being. I don't want her to get hurt. She's like a sister to me and I don't want her heart to get broken by the first guy that's interested in her.”

“Hey Clint i get it, i know we’ve pretty much known each other since we were kids but don't know much about the other. But what I do know is Steve is completely into her and wants to treat her right. He’s just as shy as she is and this is a big step for him to talk to a girl he likes. So no this is not a joke he really is into her 100%.”

“Okay then, let’s get our two shy, socially awkward friends together then.” 

Soon enough, you both are pulled from your little bubble by your friends coming back with your lunches. You spend the rest of lunch talking and getting to know one another. Living in the same cul de sac for so long the 5 of you hardly know much about the others. When it's just about time to head back to campus you go to open the back passenger door when you're stopped by a hand on your elbow. You turn around to see Steve smiling down at you and moving his hand lower to your hand. You feel goosebumps and tingles all the way down your arm to your tummy. 

“I was really hoping that this wouldn’t end.”

“Me too, I enjoyed our time together.”

“Then let me take you out this friday night?” You almost can't believe it, Steve Rogers is asking you out on a date. He has a twinkle in his eyes of hopefulness.

“I’d really like that Steve, But I've never been on a date before. I don't want to disappoint you.”

“You could never disappoint me, so what do you say? Friday night 6pm?”

“Sounds great, you know where I live.” He takes your hand in his and lifts it up to his lips and kisses your knuckles. The butterflies in your heart travel to your stomach in a tornado. In Steve’s car Bucky is punching the air in victory for his friend. Wanda is happily clapping her hands and Clint is looking on like a proud brother. 

Getting in the car you are on cloud 9, not even paying attention to Wanda talking to you about what you're going to wear on your date. Steve is so happy he is practically speeding towards school making Bucky hold on for dear life. When you got back to school you really didn’t pay much attention to your last 3 classes, thinking too much about Steve. Steve was no better himself. Practically daydreaming in class, that Bucky had to smack him on the back of the head when the teacher asked him a question in world history class. When the final bell rang, everyone ran out of their classes to get out and head home or to their after school jobs. 

When you guys were driving home you could see Steve and Bucky behind you heading their way home. When you turned around to see you smiled and Steve could see you so he waved back. Clint parked in his family's driveway and you all got out to head to your own homes. Wanda ran to her house dropping off her backpack and headed over to your house. She had to talk to you about what happened today. She practically busted through your front door yelling.

“HI MRS. Y/L/N! I JUST CAME TO TALK TO Y/N!” Your mom almost jumped out of her shoes.

“Oh my goodness Wanda, what is the hurry?”

“No time to talk, gotta get to y/n’s room.” Your mom just shook her head and went back to getting dinner ready. 

As you’re putting your jacket in your closet you can hear your best friend barreling her way into your house. You just laugh and wait for her to bust into your room.

“Okay girl, we have to figure out what you’re going to wear on your date with Steve.”

“Hey calm down, I haven't even told my mom yet.”

“Well let's put an outfit together then I’ll come down with you so you can tell your mom. She’s going to be so excited for you.” Wanda heads into your closet and searches for a few outfits for friday. After about an hour of mixing matching clothes you find the right outfit. Heading out of your room, you find your mom in the living room relaxing a bit. You’re a little bit nervous to tell her about this date. 

“Um, mom, there's something I want to tell you. Now before I do,I want you to know I'm really excited about this and I hope you will be too.” 

“Alright sweetie whatever it is, I'll be happy for you.” With a big sigh you get to it. 

“I have my first ever date friday night.” 

“Oh my gosh, my baby has a date. Who is it with sweetie? Is he a nice boy?” 

“Oh mom, he is so sweet and such a nice guy. It’s Steve Rogers from across the street.”

“The shy young man with the blonde hair?” 

“Yes mom, I'm really excited for this and I hope you will let me go?”

“Of course baby, I don’t see any problem with you going out with Steve. He’s such a nice boy, I hope you have fun and tell me everything afterwards, okay?”

“I will mom, thank you so much.” 

“Alright dinner will be ready soon, Wanda are you staying to eat?” 

“Oh I have to get home to help my mom with our dinner but maybe another night. Y/N I will talk to you later.”

“Okay Wanda, talk to you later.”

After you finished dinner you went to your room and cleaned up the mess you and Wanda made with the clothes. Out of the corner of your eye you see movement from your window. You go over and lift up the window and see Clint in his room rocking out to some music. Since you were kids you and Clint tied a rope between your windows and put a bell to let the other know you wanted to talk. When you hear the song fade out you tug on the rope and the bell starts to ring. He turns around and sees you laughing at him and goes to open his window. 

“Hey buttercup, whatcha want?”

“I just wanted to see how you were doing? You’ve been kind of quiet since I told you guys about Steve asking me out and I wanted to know if you’re okay with it?”

“Buttercup, you're like a sister to me and I just want to see you happy. But I will say this, I'm sure he won't do it but if he hurts you I will hurt him.” He looks at you trying to look serious. All you can do is laugh when he breaks out into a big smile.

“I knew I could count on you Clint, thank you for being there for me.” “Anything for you buttercup, now let me get back to my personal concert and I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Goodnight Bro.” With that you close your window and get ready for bed. 

Across the street it’s pretty much the same at Steve’s house. His mom and dad were very happy for him. He couldn’t stop talking about you at dinner. Steve’s mom was worried he wouldn’t come out of his shell, but now knowing he was able to ask a sweet, pretty girl who he says is the girl of his dreams, she couldn’t be happier for him. And of course his dad gave him ‘the talk’ to which Steve had a deep blush on his face the whole time.

“Dad, I’m a gentleman, I’m not going to do anything like that on the first date. I’m just hoping for a kiss, that's all”

“Well son, I just want to make sure you’re prepared for when the time comes. I know we taught you well and have good manners.”

“I know dad, I just want to treat her right. I know it seems soon and I’m young and all but, she’s it for me dad. I can see her with me for the rest of my life.”

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself son, take it one day at a time.”

"I will dad, don’t worry.” After helping his mom clean up the dishes from dinner he went upstairs to get ready for bed. He got under the covers ready to sleep but all he could do was stare at the ceiling and think of you and see you tomorrow at school. With a big smile on his face he turned over and fell asleep with your face on his mind. 

The rest of the school week went like the first day. You and Steve talking more and being flirtatious to each other. When Friday came you were a ball of nerves, so was Steve. When you got home from school Clint and Wanda came over to help you out with getting ready, even though Clint didn't do much but sit at your desk and talk about what not to do on the date. That big brother mentality he has around you. Bucky was laying on Steve’s bed exasperated because he was overthinking what to wear on your date.

“Steve, bud go simple. Wear that light blue button up and jeans. Don't go fancy unless you’re taking her somewhere fancy, just go with that shirt.”

“Yeah you’re right. Ugh I’m so nervous man. What if i fuck up and i never see her again?”

“That's impossible, you’re the human equivalent of a golden retriever. Chicks dig that, besides you are the nicest guy i know she’ll like whatever you do.” 

Before you knew it, it was 6pm and Your doorbell rang. Wanda let out an excited squeal and made sure to check your make-up to see if it was still good and ran towards the door as your mom opened it. As soon as you went to your door, Clint stopped you.

“Y/N look i want you to know, I’m happy for you. And if he tries to pull anything during the date you call me, but I have a feeling you won’t because he’s a good guy.”  You gave Clint a quick hug and left your room. You got to the living room where your mom was talking to Steve. When they heard your shoes clicking on the floor, they turned around at the same time. Your mom had a big smile on her face. Steve looked like his eyes were about to pop out of his head. 

“Sweetie, you look wonderful.” Your mom beamed with pride. Steve stood up and walked over to you still he hadn’t said anything until he was about 2 feet away from you. He grabbed your hand and brought it up to his lips and kissed the back of your hand.

“You look absolutely beautiful.” You wore a long sleeve bodysuit with an orange skirt and thigh high boots.

"Thank you Steve, you look very handsome, that shirt really brings out your eyes.” You both were blushing with each other's compliments.

“Well if you’re ready your chariot awaits.” With a small giggle, Steve intertwined his hand with yours and walked towards the front door. You turned around and said bye to your mom and 2 best friends. He actually drove his car from across the street where his house was to yours instead of walking over. His car was a dream, a 1971 Chevy Chevelle plus it was a convertible that sold you.

“Have I ever told you I really like your car?”

“No you haven’t but I'm glad you do. Most girls aren't into cars nowadays.” He opened the passenger door for you and didn't let go of your hand until you were seated and then closed your door. He ran over to his side and got in. 

You both drove off in comfortable silence just enjoying each other's presence. He drove you to a local diner that everyone in town really enjoyed, Ben’s Diner. He found a parking space and turned off the engine, before you could reach for the handle he stopped you.”

You stay there I’ll get the door for you.” You blushed a little bit at his gentleman-like behavior. He got out and came to your door and as he opened it he stretched out his hand for you to take. Closing the door he brings your hand into the crook of his elbow and walks you towards the diner. Then you kind of paused a bit and this caught Steve’s attention. In your head you're thinking, are there people from school here if they are, are they going to make comments about you being here with Steve? 

“Hey is everything okay?”

“I just got nervous all of a sudden. What if there are kids from school here? What if they think I shouldn't be with you?”

It was no secret that Steve was a very good looking guy, well built, beautiful blue eyes you can get lost in. “Who cares what they say. I’m here with you. Can I tell you a secret?”

You nod your head for him to continue. “This is actually my first date. You're the only girl I've ever wanted to ask out. There’s been no one else I have ever wanted to be with than you.” You look at him with wide eyes. You thought Steve would have had girls before you, boy were you wrong. And to tell you he’s been wanting to ask you out for a long while now makes your heart skip a beat.

“I didn't know you have been wanting to ask me out for so long. Okay let’s go in.” With big smiles you both enter the diner. When you go in you see May, your old boss from the ice cream shop behind the counter helping out. Her nephew Peter is bussing tables as well. “Y/N sweetheart, i feel like i haven't seen you in forever, come here and give me a hug.” May was like another mom to you and Wanda. She walks from behind the counter and gives you a bone crushing hug. 

“May, it’s so great to see you. Oh, May this is Steve Rogers, Steve this is May Parker my old boss at the ice cream shop.”

“Ma’am it's nice to meet you.” He tries to shake her hand but she’s a hugger so she wraps her arms around he middle giving him the same bone crushing hug.

“Oh please we don't shake hands, we are huggers. And please call me May, ma’am makes me feel old. So what brings you two here tonight?”

“Actually May, this is Steve and I’s first date.” The biggest smile appears on her face. “Well then let me show you my special spot just for tonight.” She grabs a few menus and leads you both over to a quiet corner of the diner.

“Ben usually uses this when he wants a quiet place to finish doing the books for the diner and shop but this is the perfect spot for a date this special.” “Thank you so much, you’re the best.” You sit opposite of each other in the booth and start looking at the menu. Dinner went great, you talked, you laughed and you noticed that no one was really paying attention to the two of you. Just before the check came, Peter came over to grab your plates from the table and chatted with you for a bit. He was a junior at your high school and it seemed that he and Steve had a lot in common.  

Steve paid the bill and you were both off and out of the diner, full and happy. You both waved to Ben who was in the kitchen and May who was manning the counter. Walking hand in hand back to Steve’s car, again he opened your door and led you inside.

“So where are we going next?” “That my beautiful angel is a surprise.” You blushed at the pet name he just gave you.

“Hey, why don’t you show me what this car can do Stevie?” “Wow, you just got way hotter y/n"

With that he pulls out of the parking lot and heads down the road and notices there are hardly any cars on the street. So he looks over at you and then starts shifting gears to get the car up to speed and then punches it into 4th gear and you’re loving it. Steve sees the pure joy on your face and he knows then and there, you're it for him and he hasn't even kissed you yet. When Steve sees the road he has to take he slows down and turns off the main road. As he is driving he pushes the button to let the top down on the car. In a few minutes you come to a clearing and park it over a small lookout. Steve shut off the car but keeps the music playing on the stereo. 

“Oh Steve, this is beautiful. I don't think I've ever been here before.”  “Yeah Bucky told me about this place and I thought it would be a great place for our date, plus we can stargaze.”

That’s when you look up and see how clear the night is and see every star and constellation. Just then Steve grabs a blanket from the back seat and lays it over both your laps. You look over at him and slide over closer to him. He wraps his arm around your shoulders and you both lean back and watch the stars twinkle in the sky. Every few seconds Steve rubs your shoulder and arms to keep you warm. You look over at Steve who is already staring at you with a small grin on his face. He brings up his other hand to your cheek and caresses it, then he moves it to the back of your neck into your hair. Your breath hitches, thinking to yourself ‘oh god is he going to kiss me now?’ You’ve never kissed a boy before and you’re worried you’ll be bad. 

“You’re so beautiful, I've been waiting so long to ask you this. Can I kiss you?” Feeling breathless you answer him.

“Yes. But I should tell you, this is my first kiss and I don't want to disappoint you.” 

“This is my first kiss too, and I'm glad it’s with you.” He brings your face towards his and you close your eyes when you feel his breath on your lips. He closes the gap more and he gently presses his lips to yours. It’s sweet and slow but still passionate. After a few seconds he gets bold and swipes his tongue into your mouth and you grant him entrance. You bring your hands to his chest and move them to his hair. His hands are now on your hips and he grabs them tight and moves you closer to him, if that’s possible. He wants to feel all of you. After you have the need to breathe, you break away from the kiss but just a little so you’re still close to his lips.

“That’s the best first kiss ever.” “Yeah, I never thought it would be that good Steve.” 

Steve gives you one more peck on the lips and you lay your head on his shoulder and enjoy the rest of your time together. When it's almost 10pm, Steve starts up the car to head back into town and drives you home. When he turns into your street, you start to dread the end of your date. He parks in front of your house and you can see the light in your living room still on. Most likely your mom is waiting for you. You start to play with your fingers nervously not knowing what to do. Steve gets out of the car and opens your door and walks you to your door. You start to fish out your keys to keep your mind busy.

“I had a really great time Steve, thank you.” “Me too. I really want to see you again.”

“Really?” “Yeah, I know this is fast but, you’re it y/n. There’s no one else I want in this world.”

“Oh Steve, I feel the same way.” He wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up a little bit and kisses you breathless. He puts you back on your feet and kisses your forehead, before loosening his grip on you.

“Good night Steve.”

“Goodnight y/n. I’ll text you okay.”

“Okay.” With a big smile on his face he runs to his car and drives across the street to his house and heads into his house. 

While you and Steve were having your moment, all of your friends were each looking out their windows wanting to see how the date went. Wanda clapped and squealed from her bedroom, Clint was in the garage repairing his arrows shaking his head seeing how happy you were, and Bucky was sitting in his living room punching the air when Steve gave you that kiss.

Steve really wanted to get ready for bed but he was too excited to. He looked out his window and saw that the light was on in your room. So he jumps out of bed and slips out of his house as quietly as possible to run over to your house. He taps on your window so lightly you almost miss it. You cautiously walk over to your window and pull back the curtain and see Steve at your window. You open the window to see why he’s at your house at this hour.

“Steve, what are you doing here? Are you still in your pj’s?” “I couldn’t sleep and I saw your light was still on so I took a risk and came over. I can't stop thinking about you. Can I come in?”  You begin to think about it, hoping you don't get caught and nod your head. Steve then brings his leg over the window sill and jumps in. You laugh at his eagerness getting into your room.

When he finally gets his bearings, he brings you into his arms and kisses you. He never wants to stop kissing, he feels like this is heaven and you're the angel that brought him there. After a few minutes he breaks the kiss and places his forehead to yours. "I hope it was okay that I came over?” “It was more than okay.”

Part 2

(I hope you enjoyed this first part. If you want to be notified about the next part let know in the comments.)

[mi-co-uk]

coming clean

blue!reader x saviour!matt

WARNINGS: descriptions of bruising, implications of DA/DV, interactions with someone @bus!ve, fear - panic attacks, language, vague mentions of SH, self hate. the series itself will contain heavy angst , fluff and smut 𖦹

I've never written a fic before so any feedback and support is appreciated !

p.s im dyslexic lmao

2.1k words

pls enjoy <3

MASTERLIST

prev parts: intro / 1 / 2 / 3

CHAPTER 4

MATT'S POV

my ears were ringing with a mix of frustration, fear, confusion and anger- the guilt sets in as soon as I realise she sees my anger. I breathe deeply before responding.

"you went back to his house?" I said lowly, a slight hint of irritation creeping in unintentionally.

she slowly nods taking a small step back away from the kitchen table and towards the sink. I know it's not specifically me that she's scared of but now all my emotions are wiped other than my regret.

I relax my hands holding them by my sides in a more open gesture to before- taking a step back to give her more room (despite already having almost 3 meters between us).

she's still gripping the whiteboard and cries softly as she wipes off her initial message and begins writing a new one.

'I just went to get my stuff , I'm really sorry'

she holds it up towards me, refusing to make eye contact.

"look, its- it's okay. it's just not safe. did anything happen? are- are you like, okay?"

she sniffs, her sobs subsiding as she nods but still stares towards the kitchen table.

how could nothing have happened?

"I'm not trying to yknow be right or anything I just wanna make sure you're okay. you um- you don't have to say what happened but, did he see you? did he hurt you?" I try my best to be careful with my phrasing, not wanting to make matters worse.

she doesn't answer me. her hyperventilated breathing switches to a complete lack of it. fuck.

"it's okay- it's okay." I try to kill the silence while still trying to get a grip on my train of thought. "I can get you bandaids or um bandages a-and some ice if you need it?"

my eyes scan around her frame frantically trying to see any indication of blood, bruises, scratches- just anything. which is made difficult by her baggy clothes- my clothes.

she finally looks up at me momentarily, before moving her attention back to the whiteboard.

'ice please'

she's sat in the fetal position in the corner of the couch. I walk over holding an ice pack, wrapped in a cloth. I sit beside her before handing it over- taking note of her hesitant expression.

"what's up? you okay?"

her eyes gesture towards her thighs. I feel awful.

"oh um- I-I can give you some space I'm sorry - it's okay" I get up and head towards the kitchen table, sitting down and facing away from the sofa- partially.

she tugs down the sweatpants I let her borrow - way too big for her but she's comfortable. on the first morning she was here, I let her scroll on various clothing websites so she could pick out some stuff she liked. she only picked the essentials- I'd already offered for her to wear my clothes which i think meant she didn't see shirts or pants as essential, feeling too guilty to ask for much. while my heart feels warm seeing her in my clothes, it quickly gets shot down when I think about why. she wears them with the strings pulled and knotted tight around her hips aswell as cuffed at the bottom of the legs.

I peer out the corner of my eyes- it's hard not to. in the moment I try to rationalise it by saying that I'm looking to see any serious damage to her, but the real reason for this (and probably everything I'm doing) is my pent up feelings for her. the curiosity gets interrupted when she's finished tugging them down and I can see the full extent of her bruising.

oh my god.

her skin has large red and purple blemishes- the newest ones. not only these but there's scattered bruises indicating various ages- blueish ones, yellowish ones, brown ones. some I can tell are from someone's fingertips. there's also some scarring- clearly intentional ones. knowing her history, it's hard to tell if they are hers or his.

she places the covered ice pack on the largest of the new bruises. I watch as she gently moves her finger across the other bruises, wincing when she goes over another red one.

I shouldn't have looked but now that I know she needs another ice pack I have no choice but to get her one. I dig around in the freezer for a bag of frozen vegetables, wrapping that in another cloth. I grab some pain killers from the cupboard and water out the refrigerator, heading in her direction while averting my eyes from her legs.

she looks up at me with her wide eyes- seemingly not embarrassed.

I begin to pass her the medicine and water but she taps the space next to her. I place myself down, holding various items to help her. she doesn't seem uncomfortable - the closest thing to a positive emotion I think she could get right now. she removes the cool from my lap and places it on her other leg, trying to get a comfortable position that also holds up both packs. I watch her with undoubtedly sympathetic eyes while I try to think of ways to cheer her up.

READER'S POV

I hope matt doesn't see less of me.

he's leant back on the couch next to me. I think one of the hardest parts about being around him is the fact that I really want to be. its so easy to be around him - I feel comfortable, safe and there's a third feeling I try desperately to bury down.

the scattered bruises have begun to cool down, finally dulling the burning ache. I lay back on the couch, relaxing my body, exhaling loudly. I turn my head towards matt, seeing him already staring down at me. he looks calm. I flicker my eyes back and forth between his. he does the same, quickly flicking towards my mouth for a quick second but immediately darting back to my eyes as if with regret. I shuffle closer, burying my head in the crook of his neck and gripping his shirt to relax into him further. his arm reaches across the side of the couch and around my waist. the embrace is the most comforting I've had for years.

I think back to last night. seeing him again. having to kiss him again - feel him again. it was horrible before but knowing now how gentle and simple love could be now, all of the time, it felt even worse somehow.

he was stood in front of the stairs when I opened the door. I didn't expect him to be awake. I had hoped desperately that he was asleep.

"where y'been." he spoke roughly.

my entire body feels like I'm being stabbed by millions of tiny needles. my fight or flight going off the radar. I push my back against the front door.

"y'ignoring me or still not talkin'?" he steps closer and I'm frozen in fear. he reaches towards me - his fingertips brushing over my neck where the bruise still sits.

"a week is pretty fucking long. I was worried about you."

his fingertips start to increase their pressure on my neck.

"yknow you left me right? abandoned me? had me hurting myself, all worried and shit."

he reaches behind me and locks the front door, maintaining eye contact.

"ya with someone? someone take you?"

his thumb caresses my cheek.

"I never meant to hurt you." liar. "yknow that?"

he leans his head down pressing his lips to my cheek, slowly trailing down to the bruise on my neck as his grip on me tightens a little. "it's been so long. I needed you." he continues in-between the kisses. "say something,"

he physically detaches himself from me completely, staring me dead in the eyes with a look void of emotion. "you're serious?" I nod at him, mt finger indicating towards my neck. he sighs and heads towards the couch. "cmon" he mutters as he walks. I walk over slowly, trailing behind him and watching as he scrambles around for some scrap paper and a pen.

this isn't the first time I'd ran away. the first time I ran to a hospital - begging them with my out of control bloody nose to not let him find me. I couldn't bare it anymore. I hadn't been able to bare it a long time before that. they assured me he wouldn't get in. they promised me. then there he was, walking in as if he owned the place and stood by my hospital bed; whispering sweet lies about how he'd be better, how he loved me and how he didn't mean to. it was bullshit and I knew it. but I can pinpoint the exact moment I gave in.

he caressed my hand with his thumb - the way he used to when we were better. I watched as tears brimmed his waterline and I watched as he covered his face with his palm, quietly sobbing. thats when my guard - my resistance dropped. "i-i can go if you want. I can go and I'll never see you again. b-but know that I didn't mean to. I really never meant to hurt you. please believe me." he weeped, holding my palm with both his hands as if pleading for me to love him still. I still can't tell who was more pathetic in that moment.

I'm sat next to him now as he slides the paper and pen across the glass table towards me.

"go on. write something." I tap the pen against it, not knowing where to start. "tell me what you're here for" he encourages, eyes full or faux sympathy.

there's always these moments that made me feel like I could be okay. the weekend I left, we'd almost had the most perfect day ever. he was off work, decided I'd been good enough to head to some stores. there was an adorable vintage store where he bought me my favourite band CDs and he even let me stock up on snacks in the house. he was smiling. he was happy. and that meant I could be happy. but then we ran into nick and chris. he wasn't happy at all after that. he felt threatened.

my heartbeat begins to thud louder than my thoughts, unsure of any excuses i could make that wouldnt get me into trouble. my eyes flicker toward his - a new idea sparking in my head on how to keep relatively safe and get what I need to. a stupid idea. his eyes peer into mine and I take the opportunity to gently press my lips to his. he relaxes into me, gripping my hair to deepen the kiss. i think it's the first time I had ever kissed him first. I went from being a nervous teenager, too shy to initiate anything, then to who I am now and not having a choice in the matter. my hands hesitantly are placed on his shoulder while his hands move to my hips - digging into my skin. he didn't question it. probably too taken aback with what happened to try and interrupt it with questions.

I woke up alone, naked but he'd at least taken the time to cover me with a blanket. a note was on the paper in front of me.

'@ work. help yourself to anything. I'm really glad you're home and I'll try to get off early. love u.'

fuck you.

I stand up immediately, rushing to put my clothes back on and running up the stairs to the bedroom. I grab a bag and pack it with the items I deem most vital. panties, bras, my notebooks, my sketchbooks and pencils, some old polaroid photos I'd somehow managed to keep all these years. there's one more thing I need. I root around all the drawers in a hurry. pulling them out, scurrying through them and closing them again.

where.

I pant heavily, hands gripping my face to try and ward off a panic attack. I check one of the drawers off the closet. lifting out various items.

got it.

I put everything back in, desperately trying to keep everything as neat as it had been previously. I run down the stairs, still hyperventilating from pure terror. I push open the door, taking large strides away from the house and ignoring the fact that I'd left it unlocked. the fear sets in deeper. I start speed walking - faster and faster until I'm sprinting up the street. it's a relatively simple journey to matt's house now that I know where it is. I memorised the streets names on my way down to ensure I could get back to him. I kept running, stifling sobs as I went.

the house was quiet when I got back, im grateful that they all tend to sleep until late morning. I slowly creep into matt's room, finally breathing at a regular pace. i cautiously bury the bag under the bed - my passport secure inside it - before slipping into my sleep clothes. I don't bother leaving the room, convinced that he's deep asleep and not wanting to make further noise and draw attention to myself. i slide under the covers on the opposite side of the bed to matt, I struggle to bury down the emotions I'd been putting off.

I'm done. I'm done. he's gone.

gone. he's gone.

it's over.

but as usual I can still feel his hands on me.

the hand I let him put on me.

and I fucking hate myself for it.

𐙚🧸ྀི

a/n , I tried to be really careful with this, this is a topic personal to me so I think I'm okay at knowing certain triggers and the right way to talk about this topic but if anyone has a criticism in my way of talking about it , please tell me so I can do better <3

alsooo matt stuff very very soon !! this is probably the last part of just setting up the scene

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ - mi

tags: @pair-of-pantaloons @oopsiedaisydeer @corspebridedelrey @faiyaz555 @izzylovesmatt

(let me know if you only want to be tagged to certain fics of anything I don't mindd)

[polarisbibliotheque]

Survivor's Blood (Leon x Reader) - Chapter 6

Survivor's Blood

Pairing: Leon x Reader

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 (you are here!)

Summary: After Raccoon City, Leon became the only Government agent with that kind of expertise. With relentless training, he was now a Special Agent - again, on his first day in the job. He just didn’t expect to live Raccoon City all over again… Maybe Leon was fated to always have the worst first-days-at-work ever.

Age Restriction: 18+. It’s horror, so expect a lot of graphic violence and blood dripping from this. I mean, VERY GRAPHICAL VIOLENCE. Nothing we haven’t seen on RE, but still. Yee been warned

TRIGGER WARNING: Leon has a slight panic attack on this one, right at the end. Proceed with caution.

Author's Notes: Wow. I just looked at the last post, Chapter 5, I posted LITERALLY one year ago, on June 26. I swear I didn't plan this, life's crazy! Craziness aside, this time we have a slight smaller chapter because I wanted to end it with Leon having a small panic attack from his PTSD the poor guy. I recently watched REC, the Spanish found footage horror movie, and OH GODS, it's AMAZING. LOVED it. Took a little to find the one with original Spanish audio, but totally worth it - if there ever was a Resident Evil movie following the games, it had to be like REC; hence why I came back to writing if after such a long time. Also, I'm now watching the RE4 Remake as a movie - I'm a little sad I don't know any streamers I like in English who have played the game, so I'm watching with no commentary, as I did with RE4 looooong ago 'cause I was too scared of chainsaw man. Maybe I'll get to finish this story soon!

Chapter 6

Hospital Arklay Hill, April 29th, 2001 – 22h13

Leon stared at his watch – glancing at the clock on the wall, you understood why his eyes seemed so restless: on his schedule, you had to be at the school in less than ten minutes.

And that would never happen.

“Is it ok if we run a little late?” You quietly asked him, avoiding the ears of the other survivors. Neither of you wanted them to get desperate.

“Yeah, I planned it with a few minutes for us to breathe in case something went wrong.” Even so, his sigh showed Leon wasn’t too happy with that.

You almost smiled. Such a perfectionist. You could easily see how high his standards were for himself – and how much he wanted to achieve them.

“Well, I’m counting Lickers as something going wrong.” Your answer made him huff a quick smile. “Seriously, those things are awful. What was Umbrella thinking…?”

“They weren’t thinking. Period.” Leon’s words were dry and filled with a bitterness that made you stare back at him. As he checked the shotgun’s ammo for the last time, there was something sharp in his eyes – only Leon knew how everything that happened in Raccoon City affected his life. “Ready to go, partner?”

“Oh, yeah, choco chip.” You had a not so happy smile on your lips as your words dripped sarcasm. Leon couldn’t stop himself from chuckling.

“C’mon, we’re getting out of this. You’ll never have to think about it again.”

You sincerely hoped his words to be true.

*

“When we open this door, no one comes out. I’m gonna check the corridor and when I tell y/n it’s all ok, you can get out. Understood?”

All survivors agreed with their heads – even if you didn’t agree much on Leon going out on his own, seeing you basically saved his life, killing a Licker point blank.

You would do it again if you had to.

Leon silently opened the door, leaving the shotgun hanging on his back. You had no idea why he didn’t have it ready on his hands, but you weren’t a trained agent like him. He didn’t fully close the door so it wouldn’t click and you held it on place – your head almost glued to the wood, trying to hear any kind of noise going on the other side.

“What if he dies out there…?” Valerie’s whisper was almost as silent as a needle dropping on the floor – but those words were as deadly as a nuclear bomb.

Up until that moment, you hadn’t stopped to think about that – and, to be fair, you hadn’t had the chance to think. Everything was chaos and the only thing you were supposed to do was keep going, keep moving to survive that hellish night. But Valerie’s words had reason: what would you all do if Leon, the only one trained and seasoned enough to get through it, died right then and there? What would you do if a Licker shredded him to pieces and decided to wait for you all to come out so you would have the same fate?

If Leon didn’t survive, you probably wouldn’t survive – it was simple as that. But something else hurt in that thought… Yes, you had just met him, but not having him around seemed… Empty. Unfair.

He couldn’t die. Leon wouldn’t die. You would make sure of that – after all, you had fearlessly killed a Licker in the heat of the moment to make sure Leon would keep walking by your side. And you would get out of that damned city together, that was the only certainty you allowed in your heart.

Not wanting to make any noise, you held Valerie’s hand, lightly reassuring the woman everything was going to be alright. She turned her eyes to you, taking a deep breath upon seeing you so calm and sure – still trying to hear whatever was going on outside.

In that situation, though, a few seconds dragged themselves like a whole eternity. You were probably holding your breath, you weren’t really paying attention to that at the moment, when you heard a light scratching on the door.

“Clear.” Leon’s voice was but a murmur, one only you could hear, but it was enough.

You signaled the other survivors to leave the room: the man in the lab coat went first, followed by a father and his teenage son, an elderly woman and finally Valerie. You kept your gun ready in your hands, leaving the room with the door open – if one of those creatures tried to follow from the depths of the corridor, the door could perhaps distract it.

Leon signaled you to take the lead, keeping the shotgun locked and loaded as the scared group followed you towards the door – wincing as soon as they saw the Licker, covering their mouths so they wouldn’t scream in horror. Valerie aided the elderly woman while the lab coat man only rolled his eyes. The father, helped his son walk straight, as the boy was wearing hospital clothes. Leon watched everything carefully at the back of the group – also making sure he was listening carefully.

He had seen survivor’s groups like those – he had talked to Jill and Carlos about their many missions, he had conversations with Chris about his S.T.A.R.S assignments, and he had heard a story or two from Claire. Lab coat man obviously thought everyone was a hinderance, so Leon would keep a sharp eye on him as well: those kinds of people wouldn’t flinch at the chance of sacrificing someone else to save their own skin.

And even if Leon despised those types, he would save that guys’ ass because of his own set of moral values – not because the guy was actually worth something.

As soon as you reached the dead Licker on the floor, you raised your right hand so the group came to a halt – making Leon smirk in the process. You were proving to be quite a surprise and, if he was going to be honest, a very welcome one.

Quietly kicking the Licker aside, you forced the door open one more time – using your stealthier skills as to not make any noise at it. Holding the gun with one hand, you looked back at Leon and, as he nodded, you nodded back, pushing the rest of the door and holding it open with one of your feet, immediately pointing the gun at the corridor you had first seen that horrid creature.

You quickly pointed at one side, then at the other – checking it twice just to make sure. It was empty, quiet, like a forgotten tomb reeking of blood and decay. You furrowed your brows as something immediately came to your mind: what if there were other survivor’s hidden at the hospital who weren’t as lucky as those with you to have an old radio and ask for help? They would be left there to die – and you were right there.

You didn’t have time to search the place with Leon, though. Even if you wanted to, your heart desperately screaming you should delve in deeper and help those who couldn’t help themselves, you couldn’t. You had to save those you were able to save. You had to turn around and never look back.

Shaking your head quickly, you held the door open so the group could continue forward. Leon noticed something was wrong – as you stared at a bloodstain on the floor with an empty yet uncomfortable expression. He had to tap you on the shoulder so you would snap out of it, looking back into his grayish sea eyes, and finding them with a question inside.

You could almost hear him saying ‘are you ok?’ – which seemed to be something you would ask each other infinitely that night.

You nodded back, quietly closing the door and taking the lead once again. You made sure to guide the group through the safest patches of floor – those that weren’t slippery with blood or that weren’t filled with broken things that when stepped on could make a horrible noise. Keeping that pace, you would reach the door in no time.

As the group kept going, Leon’s steps got slower. Something crept from the bowels of the Hospital to cling into his heart; something wasn’t right. He kept walking slowly, trying to figure out that feeling at the base of his stomach – but you were almost there. By crossing the sterile white doors, you would get to the waiting room, then the main hall, and then out.

Leon halted completely when he heard something. Looking back at you and the survivor’s group, it seemed like he was the only one who had heard it. Leon immediately turned his head to the other end of the corridor – covered in complete darkness, looking like an endless descent into hell itself.

The noise came with a gentle gust of cold wind, sounding like a faint breath from something inhuman. As if the Hospital itself was breathing – slowly, ominously… Hungrily. Leon could swear he heard very distant groans and things being knocked out of their place, echoing through the halls and corridors, to almost fail at reaching his ears.

But if there was something he learned at the RPD that fateful night, that would be listening. He survived through carefully hearing and identifying how to choose a slightly safer path that night.

As you reached the white double door, you looked back to check on Leon – only to find him standing at a certain distance from the group, gripping the shotgun with both hands in front of his body, looking back inside the Hospital.

You almost let out an audible sigh. There was no way you could know what he was thinking without speaking to him, but watching Leon looking back made your heart stir with a violent desire of going even deeper into that hell to search for other survivors. There was no way a place as big as that would have only five people alive – and you couldn’t even imagine how harrowing it would be to survive only to be left to die in there, unable to save yourself.

“Leon…?” You risked a murmur, barely noticing how the other survivors watched you both with expectation – and uneasiness. “Leon…!”

As you slightly raised your voice, Leon seemed to snap out of it and look back at you. The worry in his grayish sea eyes was different than the one that resided in yours – making him wonder even more what in the hell was haunting you since you got out from that room. You signaled the double door with your head and he agreed, quickly – but quietly – regrouping.

That alleviated a little bit of the tension on the group – and, as you carefully opened the white door, they had no fear because Leon was on the back giving you cover. Just like before, you stepped in the waiting room first, checking every corner with your gun before holding the door open for the other survivors to come through.

The father told his son not to look at the dead bodies you and Leon had shot before. Valerie did her best to help the elderly woman to cross the path without falling. Lab coat man kept rolling his eyes and fidgeting, almost pushing the father and the son out of his way to reach the exit first – being blocked by you as soon as you reached the milky glass door.

“C’mon. Let’s get out of this fucking place already.”

“You wanna go first and risk being eaten by one of those things? Be my guest.” You waved at the door, staring at him without a single drop of patience left in your body. Leon had already been rude with the man before, so you took the chance to do that too. No one would tell you off if you did so – in a matter of fact, you were probably saying what everyone wanted to say. “Things aren’t much better out there than in here, you know.”

The man looked like he had just eaten a full slice of lemon and was tasting the consequences. If you weren’t in that situation, Leon would’ve probably laughed.

As the milky glass door jammed once more, you looked back at Leon only to see him nodding: you could go to the other room, he would cover you and protect the survivors. Pointing the gun in the air once more, you squeezed through, ready to shoot anything that might have come in during your stay in the Hospital.

And once more, Leon looked back – to the double white doors you had just left behind. Did he hear a… Stomp?

His heart trembled inside his chest. Suddenly, it seemed like the entire Hospital didn’t have enough air for him to breathe. Leon furrowed his brows as his heartbeat got faster. It couldn’t be. That Tyrant, at least that’s what he was told that thing was called, couldn’t be back. He had killed it, blown it into oblivion with a missile launcher – Leon watched as the only thing that was left from that Tyrant were its legs; tearing it in half being the only way to make it stop following Leon around.

For years after he left Raccoon Leon kept dreaming about that. Constant nightmares with that Tyrant following him, sucker punching him every time they met and Leon wasn’t quick enough to run away. It felt like his whole body was broken, but he couldn’t stop running, could he? Even if his bones turned into mush, Leon had to keep running – or he would have never left Raccoon City.

Even now, there were some nights Leon woke up with the sound of those steps viciously approaching him in his nightmares – only to have him open his eyes on his bed, sweating like a pig, barely being able to breathe. He could’ve escaped and killed the creature, but he couldn’t escape meeting it in his dreams when his mind was particularly unstable.

And he could swear he was hearing those stomps, right there in that Hospital, echoing like a ghost coming back from his past to haunt him in the present.

“Leon…?” It was Valerie’s voice that tired to pull him out this time. She carefully tried to touch one of his arms, knowing very well it wasn’t the smartest of choices, given the fact he was holding a gun. But Leon closed his eyes, trying to take deep breaths – Valerie was used to seeing panic attacks and that was the beginning of one. And her rescuer having a panic attack was definitely not a good thing. “Leon. You need to come back.” Her voice was almost inaudible, but she was close enough for him to listen. Placing her whole palm on his arm, she started to gently rub his skin, trying to anchor him back into the present. “Listen to me. It’s ok. We need you here, Leon. Please.”

Those words made him open his eyes again, looking back into Valerie’s eyes. The woman had nothing but reassurance, even in that godforsaken situation – clearly a seasoned nurse who was used to taking care of people… And people like him.

Leon took another deep breath, watching her smile in the process, finally noticing her touch on his arm. With another breath, his heart started beating a little calmer and it seemed like the stomping had stopped. Leon looked back at the white doors again, but nothing could be heard. He closed his eyes once more, taking another breath, and looking back at Valerie right after.

“Thank you. We need to go now.” With those words, he nodded at the jammed door – Leon and Valerie were the only ones left, with you helping the elderly lady squeeze through without getting hurt. Valerie smiled back, immediately going to the door to help you and cross to the other side.

Leon risked one last look to the double door, only to hear nothing. Whatever it was, it would be shut in the bowels of that Hospital forever – and he couldn’t be happier with that.

**

To be continued...

[lunarleonardo]

hi. hey. what. WHAT. I am in SHOCK because....oh my god?!?! The start gave me such a scare I thought they got my boy shuichi again (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ Also wow. The cruel one really IS crueler than I thought. And a big biiiggg fuck you to the angry one if we're already beating him how about we...DONT use metal crowbars? :3 �� Just a small idea!! Also. Branding him. ☹️ I'm assuming it says danganronpa/DR or sum like that. They should've made it something like "I love shuichi saihara" that wouldve been funny hehe. Silly boyfriends. Also the cannibal one just keeps on breaking my heart oh my someone make her normal and give her her son back please (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) I'm not even sure which injuries he currently has because he keeps zoning the fuck out but im pretty sure it's bad !!

This part gave me a mini heart attack LOL. and uh. "I'm not falling for that, Kokichi. I don't believe you." GIRL WHAT ☹️ this is what I was saying they really ARE cruel. He finally gave in and this is what he gets? Gosh I am so hyped for the downfall of...that thing !! But overall another awesome sauce chapter!! :D no need to apologize in the after notes take all the time and rest you need, no pressure <3 Okay I'm done pouring my brain out in this ask. Bye-bye !!! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

Ahh the Unreliable Narrator tag... my favorite tag to write (*ゝω･*)

If they DID brand "I love Shuichi Saihara" into his arm, I'm not sure he'd ever be able to speak to Shuichi again :( he'd feel too uncomfortable and awkward. So that's actually a great idea! I'll note it down!

Keep in mind that this woman did agree to eat her son QwQ... her husband cooked him, which she did not agree with, but she still sat through an entire meal with that man before killing him too. Do NOT give her back her son!! This woman is a safety hazard!!!

We'll get a better look at his injuries when he's rescued, don't worry! Because boy it is so much worse than it looks Σ(O_O；)....

Originally this scene was gonna happen sooner! The one where he says he'll work for them and genuinely means it. But I'll admit, this part of the story was kind of largely stunted by the mental health dip I had Q_Q. I'm glad I got to include this, since it was something I had in mind from the very start of the fic ;D

downfall will come soon, don't worry. What's a Lunarleonardo fic without some good ol god-given karma? ( v^-゜)♪