#GOD this took forever to write this week was killing me im sorry

[dishushu]

"i’m still into you, morales."

pairing: miles morales !1610 x reader

genre: angst to fluff:)

inspo song: still into you. - paramore

warnings: cursing, blood, near death experience for reader, angry miles:(, green goblin being a creepy ass bitch, weapons.

words: 1.2k.

summary: the only way he can keep you safe is by breaking up with you for your safety, but months later you run into him and fortunately, you’re still into him.

a/n- ill be taking a small break after writing this due to my mental health literally crashing but i promise yall once im back ill post something😭 this is a small fic bc im currently focusing on other stuff at the moment AND i wanna thank @smokeywhalee for giving me the idea on the last part love ya mwahh❤❤

can't count the years on one hand that we've been, together.

miles and you have been best friends since you were small— quite frankly your whole childhood. miles was always right by your side through thick and thin, and you did too.

but when our fingers interlock, can’t deny, can’t deny you’re worth it.

and that’s when you started dating miles, you realized he fell in love with you the moment he saw you and his love grew fonder and fonder as he grew older.

you recount the night that you first, told his mother, and on the drive back to your house, he told you for the first time he loved you.

and you felt the weight of the world fall off your shoulders, and you sing along to the start of forever—

but that ended soon.

ever since miles became spiderman, his life started to become more dangerous — and you were worried sick.

everyday he would climb to your apartment, wounded and injured and you’d always patch him up, and he would always leave you worried.

so that’s when he decided to leave you for his own safety— and yours.

when he broke the news to you, it’s like your whole world stopped— you were frozen and so was time, but it was for your own good and his.

“i’m so so sorry mi corazon, it’s for your own good, i promise. please don’t cry anymore.” he whined, cupping your jawline as he wiped your tears.

you could see his glistening eyes, his tears waiting to fall as if they were impatient, you felt your heart shatter even more every minute you looked into his eyes.

you grabbed the said hand that was on your jaw, holding it tightly and savoring the last moment you both were witnessing.

he gave you one final goodbye kiss and in the blink of an eye, he was gone.

you couldn’t do anything now that your love of your life was gone, you couldn’t believe it that your last moment with miles is with him leaving.

———

hours of sleepless nights, days of overthinking and sadness burying you, and weeks of crying passed since miles left you and you couldn't even tell time anymore, you were still into him but what could you do now?

it was not until everything went downhill for you.

the green goblin has been miles's archnemesis for god knows how long ever since he became spiderman— and the green goblin was determined to find you, the love of his life, and make him miserable, so he used you as bait.

as you were walking down a sketchy road to pass the convenience store to get a snack, you heard a loud clang in a sketchy alleyway and you stopped in your tracks, turning your head to look at the gloomy area— and before you knew it, the green goblin glided out and took you in, covering your mouth to prevent you from screaming and his other hand holding a knife.

he took you to a rooftop in a sketchy area, the moon and street lights being so dim you can barely see anything. the green goblins breath over your neck as the knife he was holding was now on your neck, as he glided through the surface of it and making you bleed and wince in pain.

“what do you want from me? let me fucking go please!” you screamed as tears planted your face— trying to escape from his grasp.

“now now sweetheart, i need your little boyfriend, you’re useless to me— i just need to kill you and then kill him next.”

he whispered into your ear as you cringed back— his words echoing in your mind over and over again, the realization hitting you that he’s gonna kill miles— when you heard a voice from afar, a familiar voice you’ve always known.

“let ‘em go.” the voice was demeaning, when you lifted your head up and saw.. “miles..?” you whispered as tears began streaming down your face, when the green goblin shut you up by slicing another cut with the knife as you cried out in pain.

miles webbed the knife onto the ground as he stepped closer and was ready to pounce on the green goblin, he’d do anything just to keep you alive— even it means he had to face the opposite.

“hold on now— if you’re gonna kill me you’ll be killing them now wouldn’t you?” he said, his free hand now gripping on your neck as he choked you— your struggling making your breath shorter every second.

miles put his hand down as he looked over to the green goblins glider that was on the side of the door— he grabbed it by webbing it and slid it off the rooftop, the web still holding on to it as it was dangling off the rooftop.

the green goblin gasped as he let go of your neck, leaving you to fall on the ground as you gasped for air— the sight of you making miles want to punch out the green goblins guts for doing this to you.

“it’s either, you give me them or i’ll drop your precious little glider.” miles protested, his voice was low but angry— a side of him you’ve never seen before.

the green goblin didn’t answer as he kept stepping closer to miles, and miles backing away in his every move.

the green goblin got tired of his little game and grabbed your hand and threw you over to miles, which in result making miles more furious.

“there, you have them now give me back my glider.” the green goblin protested as he walked closer to miles.

“come and catch it then.” miles let go of the web resulting the green goblin shouting a “NO!” — the glider falling down as the green goblin jumped to get it.

miles then looked over to you, bending down to your height as you sat on the floor— in pain and helpless.

“are you okay?” miles panicked, his both hands on your shoulders as he scanned for wounds other than the one on your neck.

you nodded as you swallowed the lump in your throat, causing you to tear up again and this making miles even more worried.

“i’m.. i’m still into you, morales.” you blurted out, causing miles to look at you with admiration.

“i should be over by the butterflies already but, i’m into you,”

as you sighed shakily to look up at miles, his hand reached for your jawline as he caressed it softly, wiping the blood away from your neck as he kissed you softly.

its like you’ve been waiting for this moment forever, now that the green goblin was gone (or was he..?)— he had you all to himself with no worries.

he pulled away from the kiss, chuckling softly as your forehead pressed on his, your nose brushing over his.

“god how i missed you and this moment, mi vida, i’m so sorry i left you— there want a day that passed by that i haven’t thought about you.” he grabbed you by the waist, pulling you closer to him as your head was on his shoulder.

“i missed you more, and i’m glad you’re still into me.”

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[pingo1387]

Not Married

ZoSan Month 2019  Week 2: Dual Guardianship  Mentions of Franky/Robin  Modern-day AU 

(This one got kind of long!) 

They’d lived in the same apartment---budget reasons, of course---for years. Sanji cooked and Zoro cleaned and they took turns taking out the garbage and recycling. Sanji complained about Zoro dripping sweat on the floor when he exercised and snoring when he slept, and Zoro complained about Sanji leaving magazines catering to a particular clientele lying around the house and how loud he would get after barely a glass of wine. In arguments, Zoro never failed to point out that he brought in more money to the house, annoying Sanji to no end, and Sanji never failed to point out that Zoro would probably die of malnutrition if he didn’t live with such a good cook, annoying Zoro to no end. All in all, they got along just fine and coexisted in peace---as friends and nothing else. 

“Oh, weird,�� Zoro said, shutting the door behind him and sitting at the table as he studied the mail. 

“What’s up?” Sanji said, not turning around from the stir-fry at the stove. “How was work?” 

“Robin sent me something,” Zoro said, ripping open the envelope and shaking out the letter now torn in two, unfolding the pieces and putting them together. “It was fine.” 

“Who’s Robin?” 

“Distant cousin. We hung out a lot when I was younger. We still get drinks sometimes.” Zoro squinted at the letter. “God damn it, I hate cursive. She knows I’m dyslexic.” 

“Give it here,” Sanji said. He took the pan off the heat, turned off the stove, and went to the table. Zoro scowled and handed him the two halves of the letter, which Sanji held together and skimmed. 

“‘Dear Zoro,’“ he read aloud. “‘Franky will be overseas for a few days, and I received an invitation for an archaelogical dig that I can’t turn down. We’ll both be out of town until Franky comes back. Would you be available to watch Chopper? Love, Robin.’“ Sanji looked over the letter at Zoro. “Who’s Franky and Chopper?” 

“Husband and kid. So she wants us to watch him for a few days?” Zoro frowned. “Weird, his great-grandparents usually take him." 

“Maybe they’re busy with doctor stuff,” Sanji said, setting the letter on the table. 

Zoro looked up. “How’d you know they’re doctors?” 

“You mentioned one time---something about having relatives who’re married doctors. I just guessed.” 

“When did I---? That was a year ago. You remembered?” 

“So, you think we could watch the kid?” Sanji asked. “How old is he?” 

“Seven. I think?” Zoro frowned. “I guess we could watch him. He’ll need a sleeping bag.” 

“Hmm, yeah. Is he going to school yet? When does the school year start?” 

“I don’t know. I can probably take him if it’s far.” 

“You’ll make him late.” 

“Shut up.” Zoro stood and vanished into his room, coming out with a pen and a fresh sheet of paper. He bent over it and started writing. “Proofread this when I’m done.” 

“Sure, sure.” Sanji stood and went back to the counter, taking out two plates and forks and doling out the stir fry, bringing the plates to the table. “Eat up while it’s warm.” 

Three days later, Sanji looked up at a knock at the door. He turned down the heat on the stove and hurried over, opening it. 

“Hello, you must be Sanji,” said the woman standing outside with the suitcase. 

“Yes, I am! May I ask what your name is?” Sanji exclaimed, smiling. “Please, come in!” 

“My name is Robin. Didn’t Zoro tell you the situation?” 

“Oh, so you’re---! Yes, excuse me, it’s great to meet you,” Sanji said, shutting the door behind her. “Zoro’s---hey, idiot, get out here!” 

Zoro emerged from his room, yawning. “What?” he snapped. His eyes fell on Robin. “Oh, hey. I was sleeping.” 

“You don’t keep a lady waiting,” Sanji snapped. 

“Come on, it couldn’t have been more than a minute---” 

“It’s good to see you, too,” Robin said. She held out her arms and let Zoro approach first before hugging him. “I’m just here to drop off Chopper.” 

“Where is he?” Sanji asked. 

Robin laughed, looking down. “He’s right here.” For the first time, Sanji noticed a small child sticking out from behind Robin’s legs, head and hands obscured behind her. “Chopper, come out and say hi.” 

A hand stuck out and waved before disappearing again. 

“Hey, Chopper, haven’t seen you for a while,” Zoro said, kneeling. “You ready for a three-day sleepover?” 

Chopper fixed himself so only his hands and head poked out now. He nodded, curly hair and pink hat bobbing. 

“He does have school. It might be close enough to walk, but if either of you . . .” Robin turned to Sanji. “If you can drive him, that would be better.” 

“I can drive!” Zoro snapped, straightening up. “Don’t leave me out!” 

Robin gave him a pitying look. “Yes, but . . .” She trailed off and turned to Sanji again. “Anyway, I’ll write down the address. Do you have a pen?” 

Sanji left to fetch writing supplies and Robin turned back to Zoro, all smiles. “So, you two get along fine?” 

“Yeah, as good as ever,” Zoro said, rolling his eyes. He knelt again. “You have a sleeping bag, right? You can sleep wherever you’re comfy.” 

Chopper nodded and hid again as Sanji came back. Robin wrote down the address and talked to Sanji about nutrition before turning and kneeling. 

“I’ve got to go now,” she said, running fingers through Chopper’s hair. “Papa’s gonna come by to get you in three days. Ask Cousin Zoro if you need anything.” 

Chopper hugged her, and she kissed his nose and stood again. With a last wave goodbye, she left, shutting the door gently behind her. 

“You wanna watch TV or something?” Zoro asked. 

Chopper nodded. He looked at Sanji again and turned away, hiding his face behind his hands. Sanji looked at Zoro, frowning, and Zoro mouthed He’s shy. Sanji nodded and returned to the stove, stirring the sauce. Zoro and Chopper sat on the couch, and Zoro handed Chopper the remote. After finding a documentary about the history of medicine, Chopper scooted closer to Zoro and settled down, eyes glued to the screen. 

They sat down for dinner soon and dug into the meal of homemade pasta with red sauce, Zoro’s and Sanji’s with meatball chunks and Chopper’s vegetarian. As soon as Chopper dug in, his eyes lit up and he ate with gusto, making Sanji smile. 

“S’okay,” Zoro grunted, though he too was stuffing his face. 

Sanji scowled and grabbed a napkin. “You’re so messy,” he snapped, leaning forward and wiping away the pasta sauce smeared on Zoro’s chin. “Who taught you to eat?” 

“Leave me alone,” Zoro grumbled, returning to his food. Chopper’s eyes darted between them, but he said nothing and continued eating. 

He started yawning soon after dinner and went to his suitcase, pulling out pajamas and a dental care kit. Zoro directed him to his bathroom and Chopper disappeared to change. 

“So what’s with his nose?” Sanji whispered as soon as the door shut. “It looks blue. Is he sick?” 

“He was born like that,” Zoro whispered back. “No one knows why.” 

“It doesn’t bother him?” 

“No, but I think he gets teased at school for it. Don’t mention it in front of him.” 

“I know that, I’m not an idiot.” 

“Could’ve fooled me.” 

“Shut your mouth---” 

“You first---” 

“Mossy-hair moron---” 

“Stupid eyebrows---” 

“Muscle jackass---” 

“Princely loverboy---” 

The door opened and they both turned. Chopper was staring at them, now in pajamas, and he held up his sleeping bag. 

“Sorry, shouldn’t have raised our voices,” Zoro said. “Where do you wanna sleep? The living room, my room, or the cook’s room?” 

“I have a name,” Sanji snapped as Chopper looked between them, puzzled. He eventually pointed to Zoro. 

“Go get your shit set up, I’ll be there soon,” Zoro promised. 

“Don’t swear in front of him!” Sanji exclaimed. “What is wrong with you?!” 

“Oh, yeah. Don’t tell your mom I said ‘shit,’” Zoro told Chopper, who smiled and nodded before disappearing back into the bedroom. Zoro stretched and went to the kitchenette, walking past an exasperated Sanji. “I’ll get the dishes. You going to bed or staying up?” 

“I’m gonna try the crossword, then I’ll go to bed,” Sanji said. “Gotta be up early to drive Chopper to school.” 

Zoro scowled. “I’m taking him day after.” 

“Like hell you are.” 

Zoro woke up the next morning to find that Chopper had climbed into bed with him. He blinked sleep out of his eyes and shook him. “Hey,” he whispered. “School time. Go get some breakfast.” 

At the same time Chopper started waking up, Sanji opened the door, fully dressed. “What do you want for breakfast?” he asked Zoro and Chopper. Seeing the situation, he grinned. “Hey, idiot, you’ve got a new brother. Uh, we’ve got cereal, eggs, toast . . . ?” Chopper nodded. “Toast?” Chopper nodded again. “Do you want butter or jam?” Chopper held up two fingers. “Okay, toast with jam, coming right up. Get dressed.” 

Sanji shut the door again and Zoro crawled out of bed, going around Chopper. He helped him down and said, “I don’t have to work till later, so I’m not getting dressed right now. Come out when you’re ready.” 

“Okay,” Chopper whispered. Zoro nodded and left, sitting at the table. 

“Eggs,” he said. “Two, scrambled, none, both.” 

“Coming up.” Sanji got out the eggs and bread while Zoro opened the newspaper, reaching for his reading glasses and bringing the paper close to his face to read the small print. By the time Chopper came out of the bedroom, fully dressed and a backpack around his shoulders, a plate with two toast slices spread with strawberry jam sat at the table. 

“Eat up, we should go soon,” Sanji said to him. Chopper nodded and set his backpack down, sitting at the table and nibbling his toast. 

“Anything interesting?” Sanji asked as he handed Zoro his breakfast: Two scrambled eggs with no sauce and both salt and pepper. 

Zoro grunted something that might have been a thank-you, and then something that might have been a no. He grabbed his fork with one hand and started eating, still holding the paper close to his face with the other hand. 

“Oh, wow, you were hungry,” Sanji said, noticing Chopper’s plate was empty. “You want anything to drink? Orange juice, milk, water? You don’t drink coffee yet, do you?” 

Chopper made a face and shook his head, holding up one finger. 

“Orange juice? Okay.” Sanji got him a glass. “You want anything else to eat?” Chopper shook his head. “Ready to go?” Chopper nodded. “Cool.” Sanji tapped the table and Zoro looked up. “We’re heading out. Don’t forget the lunch I made you, and don’t break anything.” 

Zoro ripped the newspaper in two at the crease and dropped the pieces to the table, folding his arms and staring at Sanji. 

“What are you, twelve? Dick,” Sanji snapped. He turned and went to the door. Chopper giggled and waved goodbye, waiting for Zoro to return the gesture before he ran after Sanji, hitching his backpack up on his shoulders. 

The drive to school was short, but slow due to the morning commute from other parents and guardians. During another idle at a stoplight, Chopper turned to Sanji and said, “Um . . . Mr. Sanji?” 

“Just Sanji is fine,” Sanji said, smiling at him. “What is it?” 

“Sorry. Sanji? Why don’t you and Zoro wear rings?” 

“Rings?” Sanji repeated. He checked the light. “Well . . . I don’t really wear jewelry, and as for him . . . I don’t know. I’ve never seen him wear any decorations besides his earrings.” 

“Why do you have separate rooms?” Chopper asked. 

The light turned green and Sanji drove forward, turning into the drop-off area. “Why do we have---? Why would we share a room?” 

“You’re married, aren’t you?” 

Sanji turned the car sharply into a parking spot and turned to Chopper, who flinched. “Whoa, whoa, sorry,” he said, trying to relax into his seat. “I---what do you mean, we’re married?” 

“You . . . you aren’t married?” Chopper said, eyes widening. “But you . . . you seem so . . . ? I thought you just lost your rings or took them off, and the rooms was, was because you wanted privacy, or . . . ?” 

“We’re friends,” Sanji said firmly. “We are not married. At all. Not even a bit. We’re not in love. We’re not married.” 

“Okay, I’m sorry,” Chopper said, though he still looked at Sanji with knowing eyes. He unbuckled himself and got his backpack. “Um . . . are you or Zoro coming to get me?” 

“I was going to, but Zoro might. We’ll figure it out. Have a good day.” 

Chopper climbed out of the car and waved before turning around and trotting to the nearest building. 

“Married,” Sanji muttered, backing out of the parking lot and driving out of the school campus. “Ridiculous. What made him think we’re married?” 

He made it to the barbershop where he worked and disappeared into the back room to change into his uniform. 

On his way back from work, walking home, Zoro glanced at the elementary school he sometimes passed and noticed a familiar pink hat. He hurried into the school yard and approached Chopper. 

“Hey, you,” he said. Chopper looked up and grinned. “School’s out?” 

“Yeah!” Chopper exclaimed. “Just now! Are you picking me up?” 

“Yeah, just . . . lemme call the cook first.” 

They found a phone inside and Zoro dialed Sanji’s work number. 

“We’re not married,” Sanji said as soon as he picked up the phone. 

“What’s that?” Zoro said. “It’s me. Who were you talking to?” 

“Oh. Uh, no one. What is it?” 

“I’m bringing Chopper home. We’re walking.” 

“Oh, thanks. I’m finishing up here. What do you want for dinner?” 

“I dunno. Seafood?” 

“Ask Chopper what he wants.” 

Zoro did so. “He says potatoes and tofu.” 

“Got it. See you soon.” 

Zoro hung up and turned to Chopper. “Okay, let’s go.” 

“Are you sure you’re not married?” Chopper said as they started walking. 

“Me? I’m not married. Why?” 

“I told Sanji this morning, that you guys were married,” Chopper said. Zoro frowned. “And he acted weird and said no, even though it’s true.” 

“But we’re not married,” Zoro said. “Just because we’re living together . . . we’re just friends. Why do you think we’re married?” 

“You act like Mama and Papa,” Chopper said. 

“How so?” 

Chopper shrugged, and didn’t bring it up the rest of the way back. When they returned, Sanji was already at the stove, fixing dinner. 

“Hi, idiot,” he said to Zoro. “And hi, Chopper.” 

“Hi!” Chopper said. “I’m gonna do my homework. I only have a little bit.” 

“Good, good,” Sanji said absentmindedly. “We’re not married, by the way. Zoro, thanks for getting him.” 

“Yeah,” Zoro said, sitting on the couch and setting down his bag of self-defense equipment. Chopper went to his bedroom to sort through his things, and Zoro said, “I heard about what Chopper said to you this morning. He told me the same thing.” 

“The nerve of him,” Sanji said, shaking his head. “We’re not married. What about us even resembles the concept?” 

“You got me. I mean, we’re definitely not married, so it’s weird. Hey, wanna watch anything tonight?” 

“Nah, not tonight,” Sanji said as Chopper came back out with papers and a pencil. He held out his math homework to Zoro, staring. 

“What’s up, you want help?” Zoro said. Chopper nodded and they sat at the table together. “Okay, so . . . when you multiply fractions, you start by . . . ?” 

“Can we play chess after this?” Chopper asked. “If you have a chessboard. Mama’s been teaching me to play, but at school I don’t . . . no one else wants to play.” 

“I’ll play, but you should finish this first so you don’t stress later,” Zoro said patiently. “So tell me how you multiply fractions.” 

Chopper frowned. “Um, first you take both top parts . . .” 

“Right, and what do you do with them?” 

“Here you go,” Sanji said, placing Chopper’s dinner in front of him. Chopper looked between the food and his homework, alarmed. “You can eat and work at the same time if you want.” Chopper relaxed and nodded, grabbing his fork and starting on the tofu with his left hand while scribbling in the margins with his right. He and Zoro continued working through each problem, though Chopper only needed gentle reminders for a few problems. 

“Here’s yours,” Sanji said, giving Zoro his dinner. Zoro started eating while Chopper looked up at Sanji. 

“You’re so good at cooking,” he exclaimed. He put the last bite of his food into his mouth. 

“He’s okay,” Zoro muttered. 

“Thanks,” Sanji said, straightening up and smiling. “Glad to see you didn’t get any ungrateful genes from this guy’s side of the family.” 

“Who’re you calling ungrateful?” 

“Who’re you saying’s just okay at cooking?” 

Chopper ducked his head, returning to his homework while they bickered and Zoro stuffed his face. By the time Zoro had finished his dinner, Chopper pushed aside his papers and said, “I’m done! Can we play chess?” 

“Yeah, of course,” Zoro said. After making sure Chopper didn’t need more food, Sanji went and fetched the chessboard and pieces from his room, setting them up on the table. 

“Actually, Chopper, do you wanna play me first?” Sanji asked. He looked at Zoro. “You still need to clean up.” 

“Let’s play,” Chopper exclaimed. Zoro stood and went to the kitchen, scooping up pots and pans and utensils and tossing them into the sink. He poured dish soap onto the sponge and began scrubbing as Sanji and Chopper started their game. 

Zoro was finished soon enough, and turned around, saying, “Hey, cook, you had your dinner, right?” 

“Of course I did,” Sanji said. Only he and Chopper didn’t notice the faint growling coming from his stomach as he spoke. “Who do you take me for?” 

Zoro turned around again and opened the fridge. Seeing that Sanji had gone and forgotten his own lunch that day, even after reminding Zoro about his, he sighed and got it out, bringing it to the table and sitting next to Sanji. Taking out the fork, he cut up the sandwich into bite-size pieces and speared one, holding it out to Sanji. Sanji automatically opened his mouth to accept the food, not taking his eyes off the chessboard as he chewed. It was in this way he was able to have a good meal and end the chess game in a draw simultaneously. 

“Good game,” he said, smiling and looking at Chopper with Zoro. Seeing that he was staring at both of them, he and Zoro said together, “What?” 

“Nothing,” Chopper said. “Zoro, can we play next, before bedtime?” 

“Yeah,” Zoro said, switching seats with Sanji. “We’re not married, by the way.” 

“We’re absolutely not married,” Sanji agreed. He stood to pack his and Zoro’s lunches for the next day while Zoro and Chopper set up the pieces again. 

About halfway through the game, Chopper started yawning, and Zoro looked up at him. “Wanna finish tomorrow?” he asked. “You can write down whose turn it was.” 

Chopper nodded. He reached down and got out a blank piece of paper from his backpack, scribbling the note, and hopped down from the table, going to Zoro’s bedroom to change and brush his teeth. 

“Hey, no,” Zoro said, noticing Sanji had finished the lunches and was pulling open the wine cabinet. He stood. “You’re not drinking when Chopper’s here.” 

“Why’s that? You’re not my boss,” Sanji snapped. 

“Because you need to drive him tomorrow and you completely lose it after one glass.” 

“I do not!” 

Zoro shut the cabinet and folded his arms, standing in front of it. “I’m prepared to fight you.” 

“I’d like to see you try,” Sanji said, drawing his arms close to him and circling Zoro like an angry cat. 

When Chopper came out to say goodnight, he found Zoro and Sanji locked in a petty brawl, Sanji kicking and Zoro blocking with his arms. 

“I teach self-defense, and you think you can beat me?” Zoro snarled. 

“Try growing up surrounded by shitty people in a shitty neighborhood!” Sanji snapped. “The number of times I’ve almost been mugged---!” 

“Can you teach me to fight like that?” Chopper exclaimed, eyes shining. 

“When you’re older,” they said together. “Go to bed.” 

Chopper pouted and disappeared back into the bedroom. 

When Zoro and Chopper emerged into the main area, ready for breakfast, they found Sanji fast asleep at the table, a half-finished crossword in front of him. Zoro rolled his eyes and went to him, shaking his shoulder. 

“Get up, stupid, it’s morning,” he said. Sanji blinked and sat up, squinting. 

“Oh, fuck,” he exclaimed, his eyes widening. He looked at Chopper. “Don’t tell your parents I said ‘fuck.’ God damn it---don’t tell them I said that, either---” 

“You told me not to swear in front of him,” Zoro said smugly. “You fell asleep doing puzzles again?” 

“Shut up!” Sanji pushed back his chair, wincing every time he moved his head. “What time is it?!” Zoro told him and he sighed. “Time for breakfast. Okay. What do you guys want?” 

“Eggs and toast,” Zoro said. “Two, scrambled, Tabasco, salt, one, butter.” 

“Um, me too,” Chopper exclaimed. “Eggs and toast!” 

Sanji quizzed Chopper on his preferences and hurried to the stove, throwing the toast into the four-slotted toaster and running to the fridge to get out the eggs. 

“Make sure you have all your stuff,” he said to Chopper and Zoro, yawning. Chopper double-checked his backpack and Zoro went to his room to get his work bag. Chopper sat at the table, resting his head in his arms, and Zoro went to the door to get the daily paper. He carefully moved the chess set from the kitchen table to the living room coffee table and sat, grabbing his reading glasses from the other end of the kitchen table and opening the paper, reading the headlines. 

“Here,” Sanji said, giving Chopper his breakfast: A scrambled egg with ketchup and salt, and a toast slice spread with jam. Chopper dug in while Sanji handed Zoro his two scrambled eggs with Tabasco and salt and toast slice with butter. Zoro folded up and set down the newspaper, rubbing his temples, and started eating. Sanji ran to his room and came back shortly, hair combed and in different clothes. 

“Don’t forget your lunch this time,” Zoro said idly as he ate. 

“These are really good,” Chopper said, his face full of egg. 

“I won’t,” Sanji snapped. “And thank you, Chopper. You guys want anything to drink?” 

“Wine,” Zoro said. 

“Oh, so you won’t let me even look at the wine cabinet, but you’re so special you get to have---? Absolutely not. No alcohol until you’ve had something real to drink. Do you want water, orange juice, or milk?” 

“Tea. Green.” 

Sanji smacked his forehead. “Right, we have---okay. Chopper, what about you?” 

“Milk,” Chopper said, finishing his breakfast. Sanji poured him a glass and grabbed a teabag from the cabinet. While he set up the tea, Zoro stood and went to the fridge, grabbing something and going outside. He returned soon with nothing and sat down again, working on his toast. After turning on the heat for the kettle, Sanji grabbed a piece of bread for his breakfast and started eating fast. 

“You know how long to let it steep for, right?” he said to Zoro, swallowing and wincing. 

“You’ve only told me about a hundred times,” Zoro said. At Sanji’s skeptical look, Zoro sighed. “Let it steep for two minutes, then check it by tasting every thirty seconds to see if it’s done.” 

“Good.” Sanji finished his bread. “C’mon, Chopper.” 

“Bye!” Chopper called, grabbing his backpack and following Sanji out the door. Zoro waved and finished his breakfast, keeping an eye on the kettle. 

“Sorry about the rush this morning,” Sanji said as he drove. “Falling asleep at the table isn’t usually a big deal, but I usually wake up in my bed, or with a pillow under my head and a blanket over me . . . I guess I didn’t sleep well because of that.” 

“So, you mean, someone gives you a pillow and blanket, or carries you to bed?” Chopper asked. 

Sanji took a hard right into the parking lot, and then a hard left into a spot. “We’re not married.” 

“Okay,” Chopper said with the same skeptical tone a suspicious parent uses with a child. “Thanks for driving me!” 

“Yeah, yeah, have a good day,” Sanji said. “If mossy doesn’t come by to get you around the same time as yesterday, just keep waiting and one of us will show up.” 

Chopper nodded and hopped out of the car. 

Though Chopper did have to wait longer, Zoro eventually wandered by the school again and made a beeline for the pickup area. He found Chopper sitting on the ground, knees pulled up to his chin. 

“Hey, you,” he said, kneeling. Chopper looked up. “Ready to go back?” 

Chopper nodded and stood, grabbing Zoro’s hand. 

“Bad day?” Zoro said as they walked. At Chopper’s nod, he said, “Want a piggyback or shoulder ride?” 

Chopper held up two fingers and Zoro scooped him up, placing him on his shoulders. Chopper held Zoro’s head and Zoro held his ankles and they went the rest of the way home like this. 

“Welcome back,” Sanji said, turning his head to look at Zoro and Chopper. He winced and turned back, wincing again. “You guys have good days?” 

“I did,” Zoro said, kneeling to let Chopper down. Chopper ran to the bedroom and shut the door. 

“He didn’t?” Sanji asked in a low voice. Zoro nodded and shrugged. Sanji sighed. “Any dinner ideas?” 

“He likes sweets,” Zoro said. 

Sanji smacked his forehead, wincing. “Oh, my god. Kids love desserts. How did I forget that? Do we have any cake?” 

“You are way too stressed,” Zoro said, glancing at his bedroom door. “Aren’t there recipes for . . . single-serve desserts?” 

“Yeah! Yeah, I’ll make him a lava cake,” Sanji said, nodding. “Gotta make sure I have everything. But, he can’t have just that for dinner. How about soup?” 

He pulled out his heavily-annotated recipe book and flipped to the soups section, finding a good vegetarian one for tortilla soup and slamming it on the counter. The bedroom door opened and Chopper shuffled out, already in pajamas. 

“You don’t wanna go to bed already, do you?” Zoro said. Chopper shook his head. “Okay. Any homework?” Chopper shook his head. “Wanna finish that chess game?” Chopper nodded. “Cool. Let’s get started. Dinner’s gonna be soup.” 

“Hey, Chopper, do you like spicy things?” Sanji called. Chopper shook his head. “Gotcha.” 

Zoro carefully picked up the chessboard and brought it back to the kitchen table, where he and Chopper sat, staring at the pieces. Chopper reached for his paper and double-checked that it was his turn before looking back at the board, frowning. 

Sanji served them soup as they finished, with Chopper pulling out a victory at the end. Chopper grinned and patted the table in excitement, and Sanji raised an eyebrow at Zoro in approval, noticing the obvious way Zoro could have won by the way the pieces were arranged. 

“Thanks,” Zoro said, taking his soup and blowing on it. “Good job, Chopper.” 

Chopper clapped his hands to his cheeks, smiling and wiggling in his seat. Sanji returned to the counter where his own bowl of soup was, and slowly started eating it in between grabbing ingredients for the dessert. 

As he finally put the cake into the oven, he finished off the last of his soup and turned around to find Zoro and Chopper doing the same. He put away the ingredients and tapped Zoro’s shoulder. “Clean up. Chopper, we’ve got a jigsaw puzzle somewhere around here, do you wanna give that a try?” 

Chopper nodded and waited, kicking his legs and holding his hat to his head as Sanji went into his room and Zoro stood to get the dishes. Sanji came out a minute later and went into Zoro’s room, emerging soon with the puzzle box. 

“Why was this in your room?” he said, irritated. Zoro shrugged without turning around, and Chopper hopped down from the table, kneeling as Sanji placed the box on the floor. “You wanna do this by yourself?” Chopper shook his head. “Okay, wanna start now, or wanna wait for Zoro?” Chopper held up one finger. “Let’s do it.” 

Zoro joined them soon, and then Sanji had to stand when the oven beeped. He returned with a piping hot lava cake on a plate, presenting it to Chopper, who stared at it and then stared at Sanji, his mouth open and eyes wide. 

“Wait till it cools down,” Sanji said. Chopper tried to bring a bite to his mouth regardless and quickly brought it down again, sucking in cool air through his lips to soothe his tongue. “C’mon, what did I just say?” 

Chopper smiled, ducking his head and returning to the puzzle. The pieces were about halfway put together when Sanji noticed Zoro staring at him. 

“What?” he said, moving his neck and wincing. 

Zoro got behind him and placed his hands on Sanji’s shoulders, rubbing deep circles into the tissue. Sanji hissed and closed his eyes, fingers twitching and then falling into his lap, the puzzle a fruitless endeavor for the moment. Chopper glanced up at them, shrugged, and continued the puzzle on his own. 

“Get my neck more,” Sanji muttered. Zoro moved his hands up, using his thumbs to massage the back, and Sanji sighed, shoulders losing tension. 

Zoro finally released Sanji when the puzzle was finished and the lava cake was gone and so was Chopper, having left to brush his teeth. Zoro got Chopper’s dish and went to wash it, and Sanji closed up the puzzle box, deciding to leave the completed puzzle on the floor for the time being. 

“Night, asshole,” he said, yawning and rubbing his now headache-free temples. “We’re not married.” 

“Definitely not. Night.” 

They vanished into their respective rooms, Zoro always ready to sleep by nature and Sanji ready for an early bedtime to catch extra sleep in a proper bed. 

Breakfast was much the same as it had been for the past two days. Chopper decided to try cereal and liked it, even though it was meant for adults, and Zoro tried a mix of soy and Worcesterschire on three eggs. Sanji had had a much better sleep and drove Chopper to school, sending him off with a reminder of, “We’re not married.” The barbershop was busy and the self-defense class was sweaty, and Sanji changed out of his uniform before driving home, and Zoro wiped himself down with a spare towel before walking back. Chopper had had a much better day, and walked along with Zoro, chatting about school lessons and cool beetles he’d seen in the trees. 

“. . . And there was one as big as my hand,” he said to Sanji. His things sat by the front door, all packed up and ready to go. 

“Beetles, huh?” Sanji said. “You’d get along great with Usopp and Luffy.” 

“I thought you disowned them?” Zoro said in surprise. 

“I disowned the Vinfucks,” Sanji corrected. “Whoops, don’t tell your parents I said that, Chopper. Luffy and Usopp don’t share that family name, and they’re both on my mom’s side, and she never took that last name . . . so it all works out.” 

“Uh-huh. I---” 

A knock came from the door before it swung open, hitting the wall. “Where’s my boy?!” came a yell. 

“Papa!” Chopper shrieked, running to the front. He was met halfway and scooped up by metal hands that threw him into the air, making him scream again. 

“Hey, Zoro!” the man yelled. “Been a while, huh?! How’ve you been?!” 

“I’m good, Franky,” Zoro said, grinning. He ducked away from an overzealous hug and said, “Cook, this is Franky, Chopper’s dad. Franky, this is my roommate.” 

“They’re married,” Chopper whispered to Franky. 

“We’re not married,” Zoro and Sanji said together. “And it’s nice to meet you,” Sanji added, “but . . . you’re the husband of . . . how is that possible?” 

Zoro shrugged behind Franky’s back while Franky frowned and said, “What? Anyway, car’s out front, we can probably get all this stuff ourselves. Thanks so much for watching him. You have a good time, buddy?” 

“Yeah!” Chopper exclaimed, clinging to Franky’s aloha shirt. “It was fun! I wanna do it again, but I wanna see Mama first.” 

“I bet we could do a playdate sometime,” Franky said, looking between Zoro and Sanji. They gave confirming nods and he grinned. “Great!” He scooped up Chopper’s suitcase and gave Chopper his backpack. “You got everything? Let’s go home!” 

“Bye!” Chopper called as Franky carried him to the front door. “Thank you!” 

Zoro and Sanji gave their goodbyes, smiling and waving until the door shut. 

“What a great kid,” Sanji said. He went to the floor, kneeling to put away the puzzle. “So, what do you want for dinner?” 

Sanji bent over the crossword puzzle at the table, frowning. Zoro was curled up on the couch under a blanket, watching an old samurai movie. 

“Hey,” he said to Sanji. “Put that away for tonight and get over here.” 

“I’ve almost got this,” Sanji muttered. 

“Come on, this is a good movie.” 

Sanji rolled his eyes, setting down the pencil. “Fine, asshole, just shut up.” He came over and joined Zoro under the couch, stealing half the blanket from him and scooting closer so they could share. 

“We’re not married, by the way,” he said eventually. 

“Yeah,” Zoro said, bringing his legs up onto the couch and leaning into Sanji, who leaned back. “Definitely not.” 

[royalwriteroftheuniverse]

Ransom behind the scenes (1of ???)

No permission to post or use my writing anywhere theres language from ransom but basically fluff. Soft ransom yea i cant think if any waring but reblogs are welcome

part 1

"Jesus fuckin-" "Ransoooom" "Sorry honey" he kissed her on her forehead "Why are you sorry? I'm not a born again I feel bad for you Mr. Glutton for Punishment We can just move away start all over." He sighed. "But this is our home." "Your home."

Ransom looked like his puppy got kicked and lowered his head as his shoiders raised up. He wanted it to be their home. He wanted her forever. The two of them to live happily ever after so he hated wheb the words 'Your home' was used. Because he wanted her to feel at home.  "You know what I mean." She stroaked his face with her knuckles until his shoulders relaxed  "You wanna talk about it" "What? Me being a loser dirtbag on the lastest drugs." "Well I for one hope you lose the dirt on your shoes and all the baggage that makes others turn to drugs. How was that?" He smiles. "Rediculous" adding a laugh that shook his shoulders. "I wish I-" "No" "Could tell them off." "Not my sweet girl." "Ransom you shouldn't have to bear this alone. It's what a partner is for. A girlfriend and im not talking friends, im talking love." He couldn't help but to try to hide a smile. "I love you" she giggled. He wrapped his arm around her. "I love you to." "Then introduce me." "No." He insisted. "I'm not saying I want them around our children  but-" His head stilled and his eyes widened. "Relax I'm not pregnant." "I'm just saying I read between the lines. I know how you feel and even if we dont get married and we go our own ways I," she paused making sure this is phrased right. "I don't want you to shoulder this burden alone. You don't need to." He kissed her temple. "Id kill you before I'd walk away or let you leave" "Ransom" "Yea" "You say the most romantic things." She said with a straight face and he burst out laughing. He took his coat off and hung it up. "Your boss called by the way" "Ugh" he rolled his eyes. "I'm proud of you." "I'm still not going" "You dont want the award then I'll take it." "I'd love to gear your speech." "Ladies and gentleman i am accepting the award on behalf of my boyfriend Hugh Ransom, who doesn't use drysdale or thromby,  who is an asshole for thinking that he isnt worth being celebrated for his achievements." "Not bad." "Ran. Hey listen to me. You isolated that gene it took you two years of your life. Now either you get your ass up on that stage next week to accept the award or I will drug you,  tye you up, put you on one of those rolling thingies deliverymen use  and roll you up there. The choice is yours. But keep in mind if I do have to drug you then you won't be able to dance with me in that navy blue sweetheart neckline high slit dress you love so much." Ransom rolled his eye. He knew what she was doing. And frankly she was good. She knows that he knows that she can use a slit against him. Anything that let him place a hand on any part of her thigh. "Fine," she sighs. Taking his scarf off his neck to play with "I'll just drug you and dance with John." "What no." His eyes widened "John is an ass his hands wander more than his eyes.." "And God have you see that ass could bounce a quater off that thing," she raised her eyebrows. "I know what you're doing by the way," Ransom leaned on the doorway and crossing his arms over his body wearing a  beautiful blue sweater that brought out his eyes. "Is it working." "Mmm," he stalked over and put his arms around her "Yes." "You sure you don't even want to tell Harlan?"

"I don't even want to tell the dogs." "Ok love." He pecked her lips. "Dinner's almost ready." She walked past hin to check the food Ransom followed her into the kitchen "I thought you knew I'd be eatting at Harlans'" he looks at the sauce and stirs it. "Really? " he never actually stays for a meal "Can I finish it." "Ugh," she rolled her eyes; "one day you're going to have to tell me the secret" "Mmmm nope." "But I want to cook it for you one day." "You do babe all the time." "No I don't." She pouted. "I never get to finish. Don't you want to relax?" "No now you go change, relax and I'll  finish. Cooking is how I relax." He kissed her forehead. She wined. And he rolled his eyes. "Its not gunna work." She huffed. "I can get you to do anything else but tell me what is in that sauce." "We all have our secrets." "You're no slowly posioning me with arsonic are you?" "No." He went to dip his pinkie in the sauce "Wash your hands." She scoled. "You're right sorry," he threw up his hands in defeat. And went to wash his hands. She stood watching. "Hey can I-" "No." "You don't even know what I was gunna say." "You want to meet Harlan." "You're evil."

[captainaikus]

✨Chapter 2✨ part 1

IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO GET TO THIS I CANT BELIEVE ITS ALMOST BEEN A WEEK IVE BEEN MEANING TO READ IT AS SOON AS IT CAME OUT BUT LIFE GOT IN THE WAY BUT IM HERE NOW BELLE!!!

OH HO HO WE’RE STARTING WITH THE LETTER??? YESSS I COULDNT WAIT TO SEE WHAT SHE WROTE. *reads the first metaphor and starts sobbing* it’s a diary. ITS A DIARY OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP THROUGH HER EYES IM SOBBING RN. I honestly love the idea that Oliver doesn’t have the best relationship with his family. Adds more spice yknow? WAIT WAIT WAIT. HES READING THIS??? THIS IS HIS POV??? ASDHJHHFJJFFHHHFFF THIS IS AMAZING. Also I love how hurtful the readers love is portrayed in the diary. Making him read your years worth of heartache gives a chance for him to reflect on his actions. Oliver having Viking ancestry??? That’s a yes from me!!!! Not him already unconsciously planning a date to take you to see the northern lights and only being able to imagine your face. BOY YOU ARE DOWN SO BAD. WAKE UP ALREADY. NOOOOOOOOO NOT THE DREAM RELATIONSHIP. BELLE LOVE PLS. You’re killing me rn *sobs*. That scene with her framing abt their future relationship and his hand hosting over here whilst giving him a back hug was written so well I can literally feel it happening adhkhdhkgfjhgf ugh. God reading the diary entries was so painful. I can practically hear the riding and falling octaves of hurt and desperation and hollowness and acceptance. *cries* BELES IM NOT EVEN HALFWAY THROUGH YET HOW CAN I GO ON LIKE THIS???!!? *proceeds to keep reading* NO BUT HIM REALIZING HOW HES MORE THAN JUST A SCUMBAG IN SOMEONE EYES SOBBING SCREAMING CRYING RN BELLE. I really do this that he doesn’t view himself as highly as his ego on the field does. Aside from soccer, I feel like Oliver would have a few self worry issues. You’re making me think abt his character more and this isn’t even an analysts post asfkjgfggiij. I love how you’re exploring him as a person through his relationship with the reader. It’s really hard and tricky to develop a character using a relationship they have with someone else but you’ve done a fantastic job with it love!!! Oh timeskip?? I love your dialogue writing so much, you really make y/n have a personality and Oliver doesn’t just have the 2 traits of soccer and playboy. Uh oh not the mother call. You really know you’ve messed up royally bad of you get a video call from mom with the look. Rip Oliver you will forever be remembered in our memories. WE LOVE MOM IN THIS HOUSEHOLD FINALLY SOMEONE TALKING SOME SENSE INTO THIS MAN SERIOUSLY QUIT BEING AN ASS OLIVER I SAY THIS FOR THE SAKE OF YOUR HEART. I love how the loneliness slowly creeps up on him in the little things tho. The extra groceries the empty bedroom the lack of the faucet running in the morning just ugh yes I love it all. I wanna bet that he hasn’t had a girl over or even thought abt having one over since she left cage she’s all he can think abt. I’m right aren’t I? Yup I was right. FINALLY. ITS ABT DANG TIME. NOW PRESS THE CALL BUTTON OLIVER OR SO HELP ME-. Noooooo not the voicemails. This is a risky so freaking sad to read. He’s hurting so bad but I’m still kinda mad at him so like ugh. THE GASP I LET OUT WHEN I READ THAT HES GETTING A TATTOO FOR YOU *SCREAMETHS* I’m still grinning like a crazy person asdjjfgjkhghh. Maybe not the best emotional decision while drunk Oli BUT THE SYMBOLISM THE SYMBOLIDM IS WHATS GOT ME GRINNING LIKE A FOOL. Belle you’ve got me loving all the angsty stuff *cries*. wait what. did. did I read that right???????? 6 years????? 6???? Six??????? ITS BEEN 6 YEARS SINCE THEYVE LAST SEEN EACH OTHER IM-. *wheezes and continues to furiously scroll* Oliver don’t you dare lie to yourself and say it was a drink regret we all know it wasn’t. The time skip was well place though. Unexpected but understandable. It was really needed and they’ve both grown separately which is what I was really hoping for. But see. Since the time skip was so early. I know there’s gonna be a LOT of drama upcoming. And I for one cannot wait!!! Sobs not him carrying your diary with him in his bag everywhere he goes like a lost wayward lover. That’s so mystical and romantic. Never through I’d use those two words to deserve Oliver of all people but your writing is just that good.

- ✨ anon

✨Chapter 2✨ part 2 Note: I cant believe it made me divide my ask into 2 parts tumblr do better smh That’s so mystical and romantic. Never through I’d use those two words to deserve Oliver of all people but your writing is just that good. CRIES KNOWING HE PROBABLY THOUGHT HE SAW A GLIMPSE OF YOU BUT IT WAS SOMEONE ELSE EVERY TIME AND HE WAS LEFT SO HEARTBROKEN AND SAD AND DISAPPOINTED EVERY TIME. OOF. Big oof. 6 years and no women huh? You messed up big time bud. Thank your wife Belle that’s she’s kind enough to give you a (probably) happy ending with this fic (I hope). NOT HIM SLOWLY ADOPTING YOUR MANNERISMS AND HABITS AS THE YEARS WENT BY. Seriously you pulled out all the heartache stops for this chapter Belle. Prediction. Why do I think the chapters gonna end with them meeting again? Cries. Yes. Wallow in despair and mistakes Oliver. It’ll be much help in your character development. Oliver honey. You can’t do this to me. Pls I cant take the pathetic heartache. And the strangers wondering what’s got him looking so sad too??? Stan me now why don’t you? UGH BELLE THIS US SO FREAKING GOOD!!!! Shout out to Sendou for being a true friend. I wonder if his relationship will Oliver will be developed a little later on too? Maybe. No. No no no. Ohhhhhhh my God. NOOOOOOOOO IM SCREAMING RN BITING MY PILLOW I SO DID NOT THINK YOU WERE GONNA GO THIS ROUTE BUT I HAVE NO COMPLAINTS. OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD I JUST ASFJHFGJFFHGDFGFFGGG SHES HERE ISNT SHE???? SHE WANTED TO SHIW THEIR DAUGHTER HER DADDY AND SEE HIM TOO UGH I AM BELLE YOU ABSOLUTE MENACE I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. “Staring into the camera wondering if you were watching him” BOY SHES IN THE STANDS WITH YOUR DAUGHTER. Not me slowly losing my mind over this new development don’t mind me asdfjkgggjjj. Ohhhh okay so my prediction for her being in the stands and having their daughter watch the game intentionally was false BUT I MIGHT STILL BE RIGHT ABT THE CLIFFHANGER ENDING LETS SEE. Pshhhhhhhhh Oliver bring bad with kids is actually so hilarious to me. God having a daughter makes so much more sense now with the context of cutting off contact and the little details. You could have predicted but it was a very low chance you did that part so well girl!!!! ASTJFDHKIFFJKUFFGJJUFDFFFF NOT THE OLDER SISTER!!!!!!!???? WILL SHE LET THEM MEET OR NO??????!!!!! AHHHHH I CANT TAKE THIS. AND I WAS RIGHT ABT THE NANES BEING SIMILAR I DIDNT MENTION IT BUT I HAD AN INKLING. LIVI = OLIVIA = OLIVER????? Yessssss give me the parental relationship development and parent-child similarities. I literally speed read the rest of it cause oh my God I couldn’t stop myself. I loved this chapter so much. His resolve to win you back over??? FREAKING TOOK 6 YEARS AND A SECRET DAUGHTER BUT WE’RE FINALLY HERE!!!!!!!! Everything abt this chapter was amazing and I loved it so much seriously you did an amazing job with this!!!! The formatting and borders look fantastic btw!!! I cannot wait for the next chapter but pls pls pls ake your time and don’t overwork yourself sweetheart!!!! And again I’m sorry for the late response and lack of interactions. Life got busy and I’ve been occupied mentally with friendship stuff. Sighs. Anyways. IM GLAD TO BE BACK NOW THO!!!! I wanna catch up!!! How are you love? How’s break been? And uni? Are you feeling better? I hope you are!!! And that you get all the writing inspiration and kudos on ao3 (unfortunately I can’t spam the kudos button or I would have) and much interactions on your blog!!!! ALSO. Question. But would you prefer me writing the reviews for the chapters on your blog or in the comments section of the fic on ao3? *sending many virtual hugs* - ✨ anon

FINALLY. the much awaited reply - I really loved reading every min of this and now I'm gonna talk about every small detail of it so it's gonna be a long ask. So yeah lets dive right into it ! We did start off with her diary. And YES. the story is a dual perspective one so there is developments on Oliver's side as well. The idea of him having viking ancestry came from vinland saga for me as well as the study of vikings - most of them came from the nordic belt so there was a possibility of that and honestly... viking! Oliver? *fans face* Now the whole thing abt the back hug and that scene? That was out of a dream I had a couple of months back that I was talking to blue about. I just love the whole narrative where you're hating him and loving him at the same time ToT

And yes! so one of the issues with Oliver's character (i'm not sure if you're reading the manga or not -) but even as a football player, he does have more addition to his personality than his nature and looks; adults took away his future from him. He wanted to be a striker but because of his coach, he had to give up that dream and become a defender instead. Another thing I like is making (y/n) have a personality as well as strong dialogues. One of the issues with fanfic writing is that the reader is also a if not the main protagonist of the story. Some of the (y/n)s out there (and I'm not saying this to stir anything up) are too soft spoken or give in too easily. Some authors mention that the reader is stubborn either through description or dialogues but they don't show it or show the reader being too dependent on someone. And honestly, I'm glad you brought out the point that the way I characterize people has more to do with stuff that really counts as a personality including Oliver since he has just been restrained to football and being a playboy -smh. Since my stories have less of smut and more of plot, there has to be character development and since I like seeing people blossom, might as well do it with the characters right? and in this case, its to do with time. he does get lonely - and there's an explanation for that in the story. So the story about the tattoo... I was planning on getting an arm tattoo done for him. like a fawn over the shoulder and then adding stuff to it... but Oliver doesn't strike as the type to get tattoos. So he got one on the ankle and...yeah no I'm not giving spoilers for further chapters just yet. |>.<| Ik the time skip seems big... but yeah. 6 years - I can't believe I fell for Oliver, then again. he's practically the only sane one in there and maybe Bachira... or else everyone is either depressed or feral. not in between literally.

6 years and Oliver hasn't had women. And ofc my story has a happy ending! - 'hurt me and put me back together' is my motto atp I'm glad that you're enjoying the angst starry - cause that's where most of my character development is. And there's more drama in the next chapter. So... did no one notice that Oliver didn't pull out? *laughing* well... yes. we did have a daughter. Oliver is actually terrible with babies. I'm happy to hear that i pulled it off well T.T Well... chapter 3 is packing. I already have a title ready And its fine! honestly- its good to take a break from tumblr once in a while So here's my update - I managed to put on weight during my break. 3 kgs/ 7 pounds consistently working out at the gym and uni... is exhausting. but we're working and I also bought a lot of books during break (chainsawman as one of them) and another one that I'm really engrossed in atm, Anything is fine Starry!! I'm keeping tumblr active in case someone wants to tell me something anonymous or discussions for character development. and I saw your comment on my fic on ao3 - i wanna say that I really appreciate it cause that was one of the first comments that fic ever got and I'm happy about it (gonna respond to it soon as well) *sending bear hugs*

Starry his collarbones are catching me off guard -

[chanstopher]

first this may seem so weird but when I saw how long your reply was I got very emotional bc you’re just so super sweet and ily and idk how that all came out of your reply but ye anyways I’m sappy sorry 🥺😭😭😭 SO ANYWAY! my weekend was fine! I spent it relaxing and in correlation to you asking about my txt spiral I’m seriously and truly a moa haha 😂😂 the rest of June I was just watching mainly their content like their show and their videos and stuff! and I actually ended up buying their digital concert on Jul 2nd! it was so fun and honestly it just made me more excited to go and see them 🙈✨ also I haven’t watched any stranger things but I knew the new season came out and the second volume just came out other than the loud fights have you enjoyed it?? also hhhh honestly firework shows aren’t for me so I get it, it gets semi bad where I am and it was so bad one time (I think it was 2020 the noise was almost nonstop 😭) ooooh we love when things still end up alright even when it’s not what we planned we take those wins!! 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 tysm for asking about my writing 🥺 it’s been going okay I think, I’m writing things for a few collabs with other ppl and it’s been a lot of fun talking with others and brainstorming my ideas 🥰 and hhhh aww ty ty my mom is doing fine, she’s resting currently but I’ll be sure to tell her you said hi! I know she’ll like that! we actually went out to the kpop store today and I picked up some txt goodies!!! it was a lot of fun, and our store plays mvs and stuff inside and they just happened to be playing good boy gone bad HAHA (this ask is so long hhh sorry I just wanna tell you everything 💜💜💜)

sorry i was trying to get my stupid gifset to show up on the feed and it took forever because tumblr is stupidddd afxga honestly i love that the spiral is just full on stanning now thats beautiful its what they deserve! i lvoe them so much theyre just some dumb boys and its just so <3333333

very impressive to avoid stranger things tbh but i know its just not some ppls thing, they killed off someone i really really loved so im distraughtttt over that but the cooking/yelling show is really good! i love the guy from shameless who's in it and he plays likea super talented cook so im very invested in it zfsasd

i also think fireworks are overrated and they just freak out animals and make squirrels abandon their lil homes and just not worth it imo but they usually have fried dough and im a sucker for that so its a hard choice lmaoo

im glad ur writing! i did see u posting some enhypen stuff i think, tbh i generally glance over fics cause i dont read them but when i see ur url i make like a mental note that ur posting? if that makes sense?

my kpop store is just a record store so they generally have whatever is in the top40 playing os i only ever recognize things from tiktok asxc but omg txt always has such beautiful photobooks! i have a few and god i love them theyre soo nice! plus their last few albums are SO my aesthetic so i just love collecting for them

i hope ur week goes well my angel!

[handy-is-still-anonymous]

"What..? What did you just call me?"

Adrian stared at the other, trying to process what was happening, but his eyes widened when the man took the helmet off. Oh my god...

"Oh come on, even after 16 years..."

Barney smiled softly at Adrian, his hazel eyes still glowed even in the small sewer light,

"Im not allowed to used that nickname?"

Adrian nearly knocked Barney over when he hugged him, laughing softly. "Oh my God, you're un-fucking-believable." Barney only smiled at that and hugged him back tightly. "I've missed you so much. Everything had been so hectic the past few month. Or well more hectic than usual. It doesn't help that I thought you were dead. I didn't think I had anyone left. I thought I would just die alone- that I wouldn't ever get to see you again- and I-"

"Barney," Adrian mumbled soothingly, rubbing the leader's back. "It's okay now." He mumbled, more saying it all to himself than Barney, but the small man still took it as comfort. "Good. I really need someone like you around."

"Well we can't stay around... here at least. Let me show you how this sewer system works." Adrian turned and started to lead the way, walking with the same confidence and strict, squared shoulders as he did when marching through black mesa. That gave a bit more comfor to Barney as he followed behind him.

"This tunnel right here will lead to a medic camp some people have made, it's not as slick as it used to be, so it's easier to run there without slippjng busting your head. The tunnel to our right, is the way well go to get a crossed 'the border'. There isn't really one now but it gets us to the other camps outside of the cities. Out there though. I can't help much. That's for the other team to explain to you. I'm just here to guide through the sewers." Adrian walked over to a ladder in the right tunnel, "If it makes you feel better though, this guy that's up here sells stollen goods like ammo and food. Even some water he's purified."

His face showed a serious frown whilst explaining everything, his hands move as if to help pronounce and explain the words. His body shivered though. It reminded both men how dangerous just being there was.

Barney, even though he was scared, didn't let that fear control him as much as he used to. He has people to save now. People to fight for. He needed to protect Alyx, and Eli. He'd protect Kleiner more if that stupid scientist didn't keep bringing headcrabs in as 'pets'.

This was serious shit. In America you would probably just get arrested, even if your record was fucked you could just steal and run forever. Now? You would be killed infront of everyone. Your dead body being shot to death would've been a message to those on your side that they could run and hide forever. That's why you had to train to pull your gun out faster, know your enemy better then they know themselves. Steal as much equipment as possible and make sure to keep your guard up, everywhere.

Yeah, you can probably guess Barney wasn't sleeping good at all. No one really was. Could you blame them in this sick twisted world of destruction and 'order'. Made Barney wanna gag more just thinking about it...somehow, Adrian looked younger, like he never aged a day since they last met. Focus Barney, focus. You ain't got time for romance.

They climbed up the ladder to the merchant up top. Adrian introduced him.

"This is Carlos Devina. He's probably the most important guy during this trip. Sometimes he'll not be here and sometimes he will be. His schedule changes. This week he'll be here today, tomorrow and the Friday. Next week he'll be here Monday, Thursday and Saturday. Week after that he'll be here Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday. Then the schedule will repeat."

"What's tomorrow again?"

"Tuesday, today is Monday."

"Got it. I need to write this down."

"Habit of being in the military, you just memorize the days. Used a copy of a calender before this shit started and went from there." Adrian chuckled softly and Carlos cleared his throat.

"I can give you a free copy of the calendar if you'd like, Mr. Calhoun. It marks the days ill be open so you won't have to write anything down."

"Yes, please I'll take 7."

Carlos went into the back doors of his shop. Adrian whistled to get Barney's attention. "So, resistance leader huh? Last time I checked you were bloody, limping and anxious. "

"Eh, I still am sometimes. I mean anxious and limping. I'm not always bloody." Barney grinned and Adrian nearly kissed him, but, unfortunately Carlos came back with 7 calenders, gently handing them to the resistance leader. "Here you go, Mr. Calhoun, anything else I can get you two?"

"That'll be all I think." Adrian said firmly and Carlos smirked. "Alright. Well, if you need me, just press the button as always. I'll be back here." And with that Carlos was gone again. Adrian mumbled something under his breath before asking. "I know you have an important role in this all, you don't usually get a break I'm sure, but... if you need me I'm always in the sewers."

Barney frowned, "I'll be meeting you in the sewers tomorrow, Adrian, and not for the reason you want. I'm gonna be bringing a lot of people and I need you and your team to be ready. I'm sorry but I... I guess I don't have much time anymore for romances and flirty games."

Games. Right. All this was, was a flirty game.

"I... understand. We'll be ready for you. I'll have Carlos cook extra meals. How many people will be here?" Adrian gulped down that stupid lump in his throat.

Barney, always clueless to other's emotions, didn't notice the change. "Just 3. I don't wanna get too suspicious." And with that, the meeting had ended. Barney left with one last goodbye and Adrian just felt stuck. He felt gross too, but he couldn't focus on that. It wasn't important. People's lives were at stake.

His. Feelings. Didn't. Matter.

Games.

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@girzapata6

[sanababes]

Requested by: ❄️ anon

Mafia!Jiu falls for a shy reader ♤

she first met you during a stagnant mission which took her a few minutes before killing someone off, as per stated in the contract she previously had

it was past midnight and you were sitting alone on a bench at the park nearby her location, she was about to go straight (gay) into the extraction point but she doubted the feeling of leaving you without making sure if you were alright or something since it's late at night already

girlie eventually walked up to you while nervously fiddling with her hands, that is very unlikely of her btw

"hey, penny for your thoughts?"

you flinched and almost fell of the bench due to not being aware of the pretty stranger's presence

"oh! sorry, i shouldn't have came up like that" she apologizes quickly before letting her gaze fall into your breathtaking look

Jiu felt the time stopped for a minute, she never met someone that surely caught her eye within these past few years of her being a notorious gang leader

"u-uh don't worry, it's nothing" you huffed

the latter just nodded and the two of you instantly fell into an awkward silence

thoughts like "ack! stranger!" and "oh shit, who you?" kept your mind busy from entertaining the woman beside you, i mean realistically, who would talk to strangers right?

but yeah, a simp for milfs like you sure do

you tried to show a strong facade as you began to converse with the fierce-looking stranger, this made Jiu's heart swoon over your cuteness because of the thin blush on your cheeks and how the moon perfectly illuminates a dimmed light to your face

you guys exchanged each other's names which took long enough, the reason is because the two of you are COWARDS

"so... what brings you here?" Jiu finally asked. "nothing special, i just wanted... some air?" you muttered softly

of course Jiu being a whipped girl as well, just nodded and played along with you

2000 years later... (pun intended)

"would you like to hang out sometime?"

this question really caught you off guard. it was rare for someone to even talk to you then now a gorgeous stranger/now acquaintance is asking you out? IN A FRIENDLY WAY OF COURSE

you contemplated for a second before replying with a whispered 'sure'. then she gave her number and you did vice versa

BOOM! a new friendship is made, which will soon blossom into a full on dating shit

okay, moving on-

the next morning came around and Jiu is still wide awake. she's been up for a long time and her thoughts really kept her sleepless. well you being the main reason of it-

i feel like she will come upon Sua and Siyeon then she'll try to freely say her problems out loud BUT SHE WOULDN'T BARE THEIR TEASING so it's a big no for her

girlie just decided to distract herself by hosting a meeting with her subordinates which went pretty well :)

-or maybe not?

Jiu was holding her phone the whole time, dwelling on how she would send you a text to hang out while the second-in-command discussed about their on-going business with one of their drug enterprise (pathetic, jk)

btw, her subordinates didn't even dared to bat an eye on her due to the harsh frown and agitated expression on her face lol

meanwhile, you're just chilling on your couch when a notification disrupts you from the movie that you're currently watching. grabbing your phone from the coffee table, you pressed the home button and saw a message from an unknown number

"hi"

you scoffed and almost blocked the whoever was trying to talk to you. then suddenly, a new message was sent from the same number

"it's Jiu by the way"

"oh..." you mumbled, utterly amused that she decided to text you first

well, her looks from last night gave you a feeling that she was someone tough, cold, and charismatic which is not true, she's just a soft baby

"hello, i'm glad you told me. you're a second away from almost getting your number blocked" you sent the message with a smile lingering on your face

"thank god, you didn't :p"

you rolled your eyes and immediately retorted back to the latter, "whatever"

the two of you started to converse virtually without any interruptions, well, maybe a few times from Jiu's side because of the meeting. nonetheless, she found you endearing at how timid you are which she can noticed by your messages

Jiu eventually made up her mind and settled herself by asking you out for a dinner

not making it a big deal, you agreed and arranged the time for you two can meet up. time went quick by then and you didn't it was already 7pm. you still have an hour to go but you decided to start dressing yourself up in a simple white button-up shirt and ripped jeans

when Jiu finally sent the address of a restaurant, you skimmed through the info and realized that it was an extremely luxurious joint. your eyebrows furrowed as you thought your meet up was just a 'normal' one, not something grand like how it usually is

you cursed under your breath and had no energy to change into a more formal outfit since you'll be running late if you tried to

on the other hand, Jiu was already at the said restaurant. she was anxious but excited at the same time, girlie doesn't even realize how obvious her body language is.

she also reserved a table in advance which she quickly did because of her wide 'connections'.

after what felt like eternity to the woman, you finally came in from the main door which made the chimes on the frame clang in an ambient sound. your eyes met and you began to blush furiously, 'ugh... why is she so beautiful?'

WANNA KNOW WHY? the woman in front of you is currently wearing a black fitted-dress that hugged her curves perfectly. the neckline of the clothing was plunging slightly which also made her skin show a lot, specially on her chest area.

anyways, YOU are looking RESPECTFULLY

"i'm glad you came," she said with a wide grin

you just nodded while smiling bashfully. she motioned you to seat across her which you obliged without any complaints.

"it's my treat tonight, okay?" Jiu proposed as she passes you the menu book

"but..."

this woman raised her eyebrows in a certain way which made you gulp and just gave up on retorting back, i mean, you would have been broke if you did payed for the food so-

throughout that dinner, Jiu would never leave her eyes from you if it wasn't necessary. she liked how you fiddle with your watch, she liked how your cheeks puff whenever you have a bite of food, she liked how you blush at little things she would tell about you, in summary, she knew she fell for you, HARD

but she pulls herself together, 'it's too fast, let's take it slow, Minji-ah. let's take it slow...'

Jiu mentally notes to herself that she would protect you at all cost, especially there's a lot of risk due to her being a mafia leader. and to the fact that she just met you last night :)

(a/n: YAAAAZZZ after forever, i finally finished an update for you guys 😙 im really sorry if i couldn't update for the past 2 months??? i think?? im just really busy with my classes and don't have the inspiration to write for the last few weeks. don't forget, i love you mates)

[whosaskingwrites]

The Sound Of Love (Tsukishima x Reader)

A/N: Um I don't like this one as much as the others but I did my best. It honestly took forever cause I didn't want to write it and I had no idea what song to use but I eventually decided so here we are.

WARNINGS: angst

Date: Saturday November 7th, 2020

Details: 5.3 pages 2,000 words

Theme: Musicalia- The victim will hear a song constantly playing in their head until it drives them insane. The person of affection will only hear the music when they are around the victim.

Angst Masterlist

Clair De Lune

A simple, beautiful piano melody that had been repeating in my head for weeks. There was never a reprieve from the beautifully haunting melody. My mind followed the sound like a moth to a flame and deteriorated the closer it got to the music.

No amount of holding my hands over my ears stopped it. It had become a part of me like the backround music in a video game or movie. However this wasn't a video game or a movie this was real. Every day was the same never a rest I couldn't even sleep some nights.

This was my last week at Karasuno before I was put in the hospital. My mind was too far gone to stay out I couldn't really hear anything anymore to distracted by the music and of course I hummed it on occasion. Everyone in my classes knew I had it...Musicalia but they didn't know who caused it.

Monday

I walked to class with a sigh Yamaguchi was following and as we walked I heard a gentle piano melody that got louder. I spotted a familiar H/c haired girl fast walking past me like she'd done since I pushed her away. Yamaguchi followed my eyesight and the music faded the further away she got "you should apologize you know. This week is her last at Karasuno," I blinked 'her last week?' I thought "Shut up Yamaguchi," I said keeping my emotions off my face "Sorry Tsukki," I continued watching the S/c skinned female rush off down the hall.

Tuesday

I was walking up to the roof ready to reject another girl. Why they felt the need to confess to me of all people id never understand. As I rounded the corner someone ran into me and with a short shriek they fell. I was about to say something when I noticed who it was...Y/n she looked paler than I remembered and eye bags were prevalent on her face. I heard the piano again it was louder than ever.

"Do you need to listen to music that loud?" I asked though it was harsher than intended. Her eyes widened and I held back a frown as I saw she was afraid. "S-sorry," she stood up quickly and ran off down the hall the music fading the further she got and I watched 'why was she afraid of me?' My eyes caught something on the floor which I turned to. Picking it up I realized it was a simple gold bracelet with a dinosaur charm on it.

"This is...," It was the bracelet id given her three years ago on her birthday. It was still in perfect condition looking like it did on the day I'd given it to her and it caused a small smile to pull at my lips as I pocketed the familiar bracelet.

Wednesday

Everytime I spotted the e/c eyed female in the hallway and approached her she would turn and run the music following her. Nobody ever seemed bothered by the piano it was almost like they didn't hear it and Y/n was never wearing headphones when it was playing. "Does she ever stop listening to that song?" I mumbled to myself as she ran away yet again.

"What song?" Yamaguchi asked next to me I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at him. "What do you mean what song? That damn piano music she's always listening to it's annoying," I said and Yamaguchi’s eyes widened "Tsukki...She's not listening to any music...," He stated.

I blinked as I processed what that meant "No ive heard it-," Yamaguchi cut me off before I could continue he had a sad look in his eyes and as he spoke I realized why. "She's got Musicalia Tsukki...," He whispered as he looked at me. "She...She what?" I asked. "She's got Musicalia and if you can hear it that means...," my own eyes widened as I realized what he was implying. "Oh...,"

Thursday

Cornering someone who was avoiding you was much more difficult than you'd think. Everytime I ended up even in the same room as her she ran before I could even get near her. "Yamaguchi," I stated causing him to jump. "Yeah?" He nervously asked. "Can you convince Y/n to meet you on the roof?" I asked. He didn't ask any questions he just nodded mumbling a quiet yeah as the teacher walked in the room.

I stood on the roof looking out towards the gym. I heard footsteps come around the corner and stop before they slowly started backing away. "Can you stop running? I need to talk to you," I said. The footsteps stopped and I turned around. Y/n stood a few feet away nervously shuffling on her feet.

"When were you gonna tell me?" I asked and she sighed "Preferably never," She answered and I furrowed my eyebrows. "Never? This could kill you!" I took a step toward her while she took one back "So what?" She spit bitterly rasing her head up to glare. "So what? So everything!" I shouted.

"So everything? You dont even fucking like me! You made that pretty clear last year!" She yelled back. She was referencing an argument that I barely remembered and that she hadn't forgotten. "Do you even know what its like to have your heart crushed in seconds!?" She screamed. "You still should have told me you have Musicalia!" I glared back. 

She just gave me a bitter smile "I suppose my dear this was how it was meant to be," she stretched her arms out as she spoke and tears dripped down her face at a slow pace. "You dying isn't how it's supposed to be!" She only shook her head in response. I stuck my hand in my pocket and pulled out the bracelet. "Here...just take this back," I said holding it out. She walked forward and I heard that gentle and haunting music get louder.

She stopped closing my hand around the bracelet and leaning up to press a kiss against my cheek. "Keep it I won't have a use for it much longer," she mumbled before turning and walking off. "Y/n!" She stopped but didn't turn around and I continued speaking. "I love you," she sighed and turned her head. The sunset cast her in an ethereal glow and sparkled off the remaining tears on her face.

She gave a sad, watery smile in response. "No you don't Tsukki. If you did...You would have come back to me a lot sooner," she turned and left I knew she was right but god it hurt to hear her say that. My hand was still tightly closed around the bracelet the metal uncomfortably warm against my skin as she walked away from me.

Friday

She avoided me even more. I never saw her but I heard the music following around on occasion. After yesterday I had looked for the melody finally hearing it long enough to search for it. The results had told me the song was Clair De Lune I should have known. It was Y/n's favorite song though I doubted she liked it now.

I had tried to find her when I heard the music but even if I followed it I never found her. I was walking toward my locker keeping an ear out for that melody. As I opened the locker a f/c envelope fell out as I picked it up I noticed it was sealed with a gold wax stamp. Flipping it over my name was written on the front in flowing cursive. I put it away in my bag before heading to practice.

I flipped the envelope around in my hand staring at it before sighing. I pulled open the envelope and slipped the contents out. The first was a photo of me, Y/n, and Yamaguchi we were standing in the park in the photo. Y/n and Yamaguchi had their arms over eachothers shoulders while I stood in the background glaring towards the camera.

The other thing was a letter that I was hesitant to flip open. I knew the letter was from Y/n but I for the first time felt afraid on what she had to say. Sighing I opened the letter ready to read it.

Dear Kei,

It's been awhile hasn't it? Though That's what happens after fights. You give each other time to calm down and then you come back. Only this time...There is no coming back. You already know I have Musicalia and I'm sure you know I love you. It's weird to write that to someone you know doesn't love you.

Don't lie either. You don't love me the way I love you. You may think you do but if you had we would have been friends again by now. But you were perfectly content with not having me in your life so I know you'll be fine when I'm actually gone.

That's the issue isn't it? I'll be gone soon really, truly...gone. I'm not afraid knowing my death is approaching im...content and at peace with it. My death won't be glorious. I'm not going out with a bang. Or any final inspirational words. I'll go quietly in my sleep hopefully. Sleep however is hard when there's music constantly playing on loop in your head.

When I'm gone Kei...Will you visit me? Tell me about your day or the volleyball team! Yamaguchi told me about the team you should go easier on them. You should also learn from them you know? Anyways if you ever can't make it to me...Play Clair De Lune and I'll go to you! I'll listen to you talk at your place instead of you coming to mine!

I'm sure you know by now that this is my goodbye letter. Don't act so suprised of course I want to say goodbye to you. You're important to me you should know that. I've written this for awhile but I wanted it to be a good final goodbye since its immortalized forever in a letter. If you share this with anyone I'll kill you by the way. Even in death I still have a reputation. Anyway...

Goodbye Kei

I love you

—Y/n L/n

A month had passed since she said goodbye I moved forward even though it hurt to not see her around school. It almost felt like she moved but that imagine was ruined whenever I visited her grave. "Hey Tsukki I didn't know you liked dinosaurs!" I sighed in irritation my eyes flicking towards Kuroo who was pointing at my wrist.

"Wow that's cool!" Bokuto joined in and my eyes drifted to the golden bracelet around my wrist. "It's not mine," I stated drinking my water. "Whos is it?" Akaashi asked and I sighed again. "My friend Y/n’s...She's gone now and I'd rather not talk about it," I said standing up and heading back to the net. None of them said anything more about it and I was grateful for that.

Later that night I closed my eyes and played the song that I had grown very familiar with. It was quiet except for the soft melody playing through my headphones. While my eyes were closed I felt the familiar pressure on my body like someone was laying on my chest. If I listened through my headphones close enough I could almost hear her soft voice humming the song. 

I knew in my brain it was impossible but for now I let my heart believe that it was her. I talked quietly about anything and everything that came to mind. The team was sleeping so I knew I could talk freely most of them slept like they were in a coma. I sighed as I reached the end of my story before I spoke once more.

"I miss you Y/n,"

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TAGLIST: @wonhomarshmallow

[shhhlikeme]

Hiiii! I have a request! So if you write for tanaka, can you do one with the reader being really smart and getting pestered by the third years to tutor tanaka. So she does and he catches feeling ( so does she ) but,,,, can it somehow lead to them kissing ( maybe making out 😳 ). Sorry if this is confusing. Love your writing so far btw😘😘

Tanaka x Uber Intelligent Tutor 🤓🔥

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Thank you sooo much! So I actually added yours with another request I received because it’s uncanny how similar they are.

This is the other request in my inbox that will remain anon: hey im kinda shy about sending asks without anon on so if you could write something about the reader being really smart and having a crush on (doesn't matter who but i guess just one of the guys that need help in canon) and getting assigned to tutor them, I would absolutely love you forever 💙

I hope you both enjoy it!!!!

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Tanaka was going to kill his best friend Nishinoya.

At the moment, he was whispering all of the evil ways he was going to kill him for this.

Tanaka was hiding in his sister Saeko’s bathroom on the opposite end of his house. He had checked that he was alone twice before shutting the door and instantly dialing his libero friend’s number on FaceTime. He was going to kill him.

Back at Nishinoya’s house, he was bubbling over in laughter in his room at his friend’s expense. He kicked up his feet onto the wooden table in front of him that his mom always yells at him for putting his feet on.

“Now, Now, Ryu.....you and I both know that death by your teddy bear is not even possible.” He smiled that wide smile that took up his whole face.

Tanaka growled, “Wanna bet?!”

Ok, sure, granted. Maybe Nishinoya should have warned his best friend that the person the 3rd years convinced to tutor him was Y/N......one of the most gorgeous girls in school.....so that Tanaka could have been better equipped for their study sessions......but where was the fun in that?

“I told you that [Your Last Name] was your tutor. I didn’t lie!”

Tanaka settled down a bit because Nishi was right. He did say that [Your Last Name] would be his tutor. But that didn’t make him any less of a little shit. Because Nishinoya knew Tanaka well enough to know that he would hear that last name and think of Y/N’s little brother who was in their year. It would make more sense for that butt-wad of a hall monitor to be his tutor over his nerdy-hottie of an older sister. She isn’t even in our year!

Nishinoya explained that in his defense, he didn’t know either, until he eavesdropped on his upperclassmen’s conversation with the beautiful merit scholar. And no Nishinoya was totally not skipping class to see where Kiyoko was heading stalker ass

Flashback ———-

You held your books close to your chest as your fellow classmates Asahi, Sugawara, Daichi, and Kiyoko surrounded you at your locker.

“It would be just this once.” Daichi explained desperately.

“Is there anything we can do to repay you? Have an aunt that needs help moving?” Sugawara chirped.

Asahi nodded. “We could do your homework.....while you help him? Please.” The tallest boy smiled.

You moved away from the three boys because they were unknowingly crowding your claustrophobic self. You could feel a panic coming on and you really wished you were back in the library with your books.

Kiyoko stretched her hand in front of the 3 boys and hissed at them to step back and give you space in her sweet but monotone voice. They did so immediately and you caught your breath. Kiyoko was so nice! She was great at corralling those volleyball boys it was almost admirable. They were quite the bunch.

Kiyoko gave you a sweet smile as she turned her gaze to you. She explained to you sweetly that Tanaka, one of Karasuno’s starting wing spikers, was about to fail Biology and since you were a student teacher in another Biology class for the second years you’d be a perfect tutor for him. If you had time. She added that they would realllly appreciate it.

Tanaka? You thought to yourself. You vaguely remember hearing your little brother complain at the dinner table about the amount of hall passes he had to give to this shaved-head boy named Tanaka. Yes, and that he was on the volleyball team. So that must be him.

As you began to recall the face, you definitely recalled the body. This one time you were leaving school from grading papers and the team ran by you. The only shirtless one caught your eye, because he was lean and all muscle. You had to hide your drool behind one of your books and scurry home before you jumped on his back for a piggyback ride.

You were smart .... not a horny-less teenage girl

Snapping you out of your head, Kiyoko took your hands between both of hers and asked if you could “pretty please” help him because they needed him in the next game.

Sugawara couldn’t resist but say yes to Kiyoko’s “pretty please” and Daichi pestered him because obviously the beautiful Kiyoko wasn’t talking to him!

Stunned, you nodded. You did have the time. And you wanted to help. You were a student teacher for the subject anyway, so what’s one more student right? Asahi, Daichi, and Suga have been so sweet to you during your 3 years with them and who could say no to Kiyoko anyway?

You agreed. And just like that the following Saturday you headed over to Tanaka’s house for tutoring.

End of Flashback ———-

When Tanaka opened the door, looking like a slob because he couldn’t care less what his enemy hall monitor thought of his looks— his jaw dropped to the FLOOOOOOR

A stuttering mess, he asked you what you were doing here.

You shook the stack of biology books in your hand in front of his face to remind him and you blushed.

He looked homeless and cute to you!

He slapped his forehead with his hand and moved so you could come in.

Tanaka awkwardly made you wait outside his shut bedroom door while he rummaged through everything and cleaned to the best of his ability at “rolling thunder” speed, stuffing everything into his closet and using all his strength to push it closed. He sprayed a few spritz of his favourite cologne around the room before he swung the door back open and tried to play it cool.

“Uhh, sorry about that — I had to....uh....study.”

You laughed. “Study? Without me? Isn’t that why I’m here?” You pushed the books into his chest for him to hold as you walked into the room.

Tanaka rushed to reason. “It’s always good to study.....before......you....study. It’s like stretching before a volleyball game right? Ha-ha.”

You stifled a giggle.

He rubbed the back of his head. “I think saw it on Dr. Phil or something.” He finished.

You threw your head back and laughed even harder. Tanaka cursed himself and Nishinoya in his mind for leading him to embarrass himself like this. Once he was done that he couldn’t help but admire how whimsical your laugh was. Fuck....were you gorgeous as ever. You had that prestigious type of beauty, in which he knew you were his Senpai and soooo far out of his league but you were talking to him and it made him sweat. Also, he could very well be sweating because you were wearing a v-neck blouse and your boobs were bouncing with you as you giggled. Oh, God. Tanaka bit his bottom lip.

Excusing himself to shower, (because he wasn’t going to if it was your brother here) he grabbed his towel and made a swift exit before he sported a hard on.

How the FUCK was he going to study with Hottie-McSmarty Pants...Ette in his room ?!?!

Once he locked himself in his sister’s bathroom .... he called to threaten Nishinoya’s life and hung up on him when Nishi reminded him that Y/N tied with Kiyoko on the second years “Hot Girl List” in the boys’ bathroom. He didn’t want to be reminded of that fact when she was steps away and his Libero knew that.

Frustrated, Tanaka took a very fast and very cold shower before returning to his room.

Upon return, you looked up as he walked in and instinctively licked your lips. He only had a towel wrapped around his waist and drops of water were running down his abs slowly. Is this guy really only in second year?! With muscles like that......

“Sorry.” Tanaka snapped as he quickly grabbed some clothes and left to change in his sisters empty room. He didn’t dare look at you out of embarrassment so he didn’t catch you ogling.

3 hours into the study session, Tanaka began wishing that he did do something in the shower to ease his hormones instead of merely opting for a cold one.

You were so hot and so smart which only added to your hotness even more and you smelled good which ALSO added to your hotness even more and you kept leaning over him from behind to explain things and Tanaka couldn’t breathe. He was, however, understanding everything you were teaching him.

You both continued these tutor sessions for the next few weeks, meeting every Saturday for most of the day. Tanaka found you to be more than just good looks and brains. The fact that you could run circles around intellects twice your age turned him on, yes, but he also found you witty, kind, and funny and that laugh of yours was something he wished he could program into his phone as his ringtone. He was crushing big time.

And I mean......you were crushing too, as much as you tried to deny it. He was the funniest person on the planet and he was so protective of you and you definitely wanted to confess to him before you graduate and leave for College

One Saturday when you came over you had shut up Tanaka’s school work complaints because apparently he heard from Dr. Phil that studying is bad for your health - you gave Tanaka a practice quiz to he had to gauge his progress. As he began, you collapsed on your back on his bed, letting out a big sigh and whispering to him how comfortable his bed is.

Tanaka gasped quietly. HOT SMART CRUSH ON HIS BED ?! HOT SMART CRUSH COMPLIMENTING HIM ON HIS BED ?! This can’t be.

He tried his best to turn away and focus on his quiz that you gave him but he just couldn’t. Yes, his hormones were acting up but his heart was beating more. He wanted you to sleepover and not even do anything physical. He just wanted you here, in his room, by his side, forever.

Baby boy is in looo-

You closed your eyes on the bed and basked in the scent of him that his bed captured. You were so happy just smelling him and being here. You imagine yourself sleeping in his bed overnight, imagining his strong arms holding you close to his shirtless chest and your breath hitched.

At least you thought it did.

But that wasn’t your breath. Not at all.

You quickly opened your eyes to see that Tanaka has transported on to the bed beside you, his face hovering over yours. Why wasn’t he breathing? He was just looking at you with adoring eyes as if you were the most gentle and precious thing in the world. “Ryūnosuke... what are you-“

“I’ll do the stupid test, teach....” His eyes softened as he leaned in just a little bit closer. “Just let me look at you....” He whispered to himself as his beautiful eyes scanned every part of your face.

Neither of you said anything as you stared at each other. You wanted him closer. You wanted him much closer. And although you had much more knowledge on cell duplication than romance (you hadn’t even kissed a boy yet), you used your social intelligence to read the moment and you dared a glance at his lips.

Tanaka a.k.a the VERY LOST self proclaimed babe lover—- bless his heart, did not take the hint.

So you had to be obvious.

“Tanaka...?” You called.

“Hm?”

“Screw. The. Test.”

Even though you found it sweet that he didn’t make a move, and that he in fact did just want to look at you, you lifted your head up from off the bed just a bit so that your lips met with his.

Tanaka was shocked for a second but quickly regained his footing. He immediately sighed into the kiss and kissed you passionately. So passionately you were dizzy within the first 4 seconds. He asked for entrance and you opened your mouth to let his gracious tongue in. He skillfully French kissed you until you forgot your own name. He was undoubtedly an incredible kisser. You moaned into his mouth as you two made out and in response Tanaka slowed the kiss down. In his mind, he didn’t want you to think he was trying to make you moan and get the wrong idea about him. He didn’t want you to think anything that may jeopardize this kiss and make you stop. He had no intention of stopping and he was happy as a camper just making out.

for the record, your moan did go straight to his dick 

You figured Tanaka’s objective was to help you gain your senses back but all slowing the kiss down did was make it more sensual and pleasurable for you.

Homeboy can KISSSSSSSSS

Up until now you were the tutor. You were the one in charge, you had all the answers. And just like that it only took one kiss for your relationship to surpass physical boundaries causing the roles to reverse. You followed his lead, you let him kiss you the way he wanted because it felt so damn good.

What subject were you teaching him again? You forget.

Because at the moment he was the teacher.

This was his class now...

And as Tanaka moved down to start placing the same agonizingly slow kisses on your neck..... you were hit smack in the face with the realization that class was in session.

Good thing you always enjoyed being top of the class. 

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get it? 

LOOOOL. 

[imma-fucking-nerd]

Retribution

(Connor x Reader)

⚠️TW: Graphic descriptions of death & Suicide⚠️

A/N: im sorry in advance for the angst that this fic will be. I went down a rabbit hole of slowed sad songs :')

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It had felt like years since the last time he saw your face. Your smile. The way the corners of your eyes creased when you laughed. God how he missed that sound. It never failed to make his artificial heart skip a beat. Sure, he could replay a memory of you laughing but it just wasn't the same. It would never be the same. Because whenever he would replay one good memory of you, it would always be spoiled by his last memory of you.

The way your gorgeous (l/c) lips that always curled into a smile crafted just for him, quivered and turned a cold blue. The words that fell from those perfect lips that were nothing but kind, had turned into desperate pleads. How your beautiful hair that suited you so perfectly, clung to your face as the rain poured down onto you. And finally, your bright and captivating (e/c) eyes that were glossed with hot tears, betrayal, hurt, fear.

You were so scared. Terrified, even. But he didn't care. Not when it mattered anyways. He pressed the cold steel of his gun to your forehead and pulled the trigger without a second thought. Actually, that was a lie. He did feel a sense of hesitation when he met your eyes. That almost made it worse, didn't it? Because he went through with it anyways. He didn't have a choice, he told himself. He was just a machine back then. It was Amanda who was the real murderer. But none of those excuses soothed the guilt that consumed him.

It was his fault. He was the one that stole your life away from you. The one you trusted the most in this world. He knew what he meant to you. He knew that you would let him take you to that abandoned warehouse no questions asked. It was all too easy for him. He wished that you had been more suspicious, wished you hadn't trusted him with your life, wished you fought back.

But you didn't fight back. You didn't even attempt to for the possibility of living another day. You knew Connor never failed his mission. Instead, you tried your hardest to make him realize he didn't need to do this. That he was more than a machine, a tool used to do the humans dirty work. You told him he had so much more value as a person. You told him you loved him. But your words didn't get through to him. Not until it was far too late.

Now those words were all he could hear. Over and over. He hated it. He hated the guilt. He hated the grief. He hated himself. He just wanted it all to stop. The memories, the feelings, everything. It was all too much. But he knew it was nothing less than he deserved. He was a murderer. A monster.

Because not only did he kill you in cold blood, he left you there. Left your body to rot in an old abandoned warehouse where no one would suspect your corpse to lay. To decay and be eaten away by whatever vermin was lucky to come across you. He didn't even give you the decency of shutting your eyes. Letting them stare lifelessly into the distance until they were eaten away.

After he became deviant he returned to that warehouse. Your body still in the same place, same position he left it. If he were human he would have barely recognized you with how nature reclaimed you. But he did recognize you. He remembered everything. Ever painful detail replayed infront of him as he stared into the empty sockets of your eyes.

The image that was now stuck in his mind forever made him sick. If he were human he was sure he'd never be able to keep anything down again. But instead, he just had to live with that clenching feeling in his biocomponants. The suffocating feeling of his actions coming back to haunt him.

Hank, the only other person who gave him a chance, lost his last game of russian ruellet a few short weeks after the android confessed to his greatest regret. He foolishly thought that when Hank's eerily calm reaction meant there might have been a small chance he could be forgiven one day. That maybe he wasn't alone. But when he walked into the old Lieutenant's home and spotted his blood splattered kitchen he realized how wrong he was.

You were practically like a child to Hank. Sure you annoyed the living fuck out of him, but he really did care about you. He even cared about Connor in his own way. But once he heard the news that you were dead. Murdered. By the very android he would have proudly called son. He fell deeper into his depressive state. Deeper than ever before. And not too long after, he joined his family. Leaving Connor on his own.

It felt like he had killed Hank too. Maybe it wasn't him who pulled the trigger, but it was him that took something so special away. Yet again he was the one responsible for the loss of another irreplaceable life. It was his fault. The only people he would ever realize he loved were dead because of him. Because he was too stupid to realize his fucking mission didn't mean shit.

So there he sat, next to the spot where your body used to be. It had long since been cleaned up, buried in a nice cemetery. A place he would visit daily and talk to your gave as if you could hear him. Waiting for a reply that would never come. He looked down at the revolver in his hands, the same one Hank had used. The same one he would use.

Connor popped out the chamber, a single bullet in one of the eight slots, and gave it a spin before flicking it back in it's place. He pressed the cool metal under his chin and pulled the trigger.

Click

His LED was burning a crimson red, a colour it never seemed to shift away from these days. He continued his action of spinning the chamber again, returning the barrel under his chin.

Click

Flashes of your eyes, your face, replaced the image of the dreary warehouse surroundings. He hoped maybe he would see you again as he continued his game of one man russian ruellet.

Click

God how he missed you. Missed Hank. He never really realized it in the moment, but you were hilarious. A small, bittersweet smile made it's way onto his face as he recalled one of your jokes. The chamber spun once again, before clicking into place and the barrel returned under his chin. He never realized how much he loved you. He wished he got to tell you. He wished he realized it sooner.

Bang

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A/N: lowkey on the verge of crying over this shit THANKS A LOT ME. Sad Connor is NOT okay and I am probably going to go write a fluffy fic ASAP to feel better.

[ditch-witches]

Silhouette (Dean Charles-Chapman x reader)

request: Dean x Kiwi by Harry Styles (idek if this is okay im sorry)

warnings: smoking, drinking, weird au, some adult themes

word count: ~3000 (IM SORRY)

a/n: hey guys! since I’m now on break, I’m going to try and get back to writing. let me know what you think (literally even if it’s like ‘lol this sux’) and---as always---our inbox is open and we love to hear from you. happy reading! ♡

𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓲𝓶𝓵𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓽 𝓫𝓪𝓻; the buzz of his surroundings vibrating through his bones with the slight nervousness he yielded. His heart skipped a few beats, his mouth drying as he shed his jacket and ran his fingers into his hair. The smoky atmosphere was cut by the strong scent of Acqua di Parma and sweat as he was drawn further into the gentlemen’s club via the deep wine-colored curtains twisting this way and that to cover the bare walls beneath. The accents of gold lights barely illuminated certain corners of the large room, sending a small rush of claustrophobia pulsing through his veins. Girls of various silhouettes seemed to sway between the tables, tending to the desires of sundry men gathered around tables and stationed in lavish, velvet chairs. 

He felt out of place, to say the least. The only time he had ever found himself in such a setting usually occurred when his garrulous boss and his group of kiss-asses wanted to slip away from their loyalties of marriage for a dirty tango with a nameless courtesan. They often disguised these faults of character as “letting off steam after a biting week.” By a simple survey of the room, Dean recognized several of the men from the last times he was dragged to the underground business. Appalling. 

“Chapman!” A husky voice beckoned Dean from one of the prominent tables. His eyes drifted towards the noise after his feet had already begun to carry him away. The man who’d called to him was one of the heirs of the company Dean worked for; a capricious bastard who could and would liquidate Dean’s position at the drop of a hat. He was pinned to his seat beneath a woman no older than Dean yet the years against the outside world painted her face, twisting into the lines framing her eyes and mouth. The Heir held onto the woman a bit tighter as he flung his hand in the air almost like he was trying to wave down Dean in the middle of the Colosseum. 

Dean nodded in acknowledgment and gestured towards the bar, hoping to kill enough time and gain a bit of patience before having to withstand the course of a few hours with the group of heinous Yale alumni. He slumped onto one of the bar stools, pushing his fingers against his temple and mumbling a drink order to the suave bartender. Dean was no prude, but the thought of paying for women to throw themselves at his colleagues seemed like a waste of money. 

She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes / Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect.

As a tumbler of copper-colored courage was set in front of him, Dean chewed the inside of his cheek, glaring at the glass as if it were containing everything distasteful about the position he was seemingly cemented into. Raising the crystal schooner to his lips, his eyes drifted towards the end of the bar as an ick of being watched by smoldering eyes slithered up each of his vertebrae. The dark shade of your lipstick seemed to be cut from the same fabric as the curtains; the hue pressing around the thin paper of the cigarette you were drawing from. The slender elegant swirls of smoke dancing around you gave your appearance an almost ghost-like aura as your eyes analyzed Dean. The corner of your mouth drew up in a small smirk as he tugged his eyes away from you. Dean knew not to let himself look frigid and square under your gaze, plucking as much courage as he could from the depths of his being to ease his mannerisms and seem unbothered. 

And all the boys, they were saying they were into it / Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck.

You seemed familiar to him in a way he couldn’t place, yet as his eyes lifted once more they fell onto the Heir who smoothed his hair back into place, a mission in his eyes like you were an untouched civilization waiting to be colonized. His lasering stare glued to you as he fastened his jacket button and straightened his pant legs. You lazily took another drag from your cigarette, brushing away the slight smear of your lipstick with your pinky and blowing your spiraling clouds directly towards the Heir as he bluntly approached the vacant seat beside you. The acrid expression in your eyes only seemed to beckon him further into your personal space as he leaned towards your ear to whisper a leerish bribe. You tilted your head away from him as his breath fanned over your neck, your eyes kindling a fire deep within Dean as he watched the man practically drape himself over your shoulder. 

The Heir leaned back from you faintly to dig into one of his suit jacket pockets for a fold of money. Your eyes fluttered to the bar in front of you, the ice in your drink decomposing like a forgotten animal as the Heir pressed towards your ear with a brutish attempt at holding your attention. 

She’s driving me crazy, but I’m into it… / It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it. 

Dean scorned himself for staring, yet he couldn’t bring himself to jerk his gaze away from you. Your sultry eyes knew what the Heir’s actions and your subtle reactions were doing to Dean as his cheeks warmed with each trailing glance and wordless comment. The air seemed to grow thicker as Dean took another drink, watching the small conversation pass between you and the Heir.

When she’s alone, she goes home to a cactus / In a black dress, she’s such an actress.

It only just hit him that you were one of the popular performers. The Heir had been a regular of yours, something Dean had only mildly been attentive to in his previous visits. You had been the one he had talked about during business dinners, trying to persuade Dean into becoming a regular at the club. You were the one he visited during the “droughts” with his wife. You were the other woman. Dean shook his head in mild disbelief as an almost venomous ache settled in his bones at the realization of just what kind of game he could be getting into with you. 

The Heir settled a hand on the back of your neck, the first graze of his skin against yours under Dean’s scorning eye. You wet your lips, flashing your sights back towards Dean as if commanding him to watch. You held an almost debonair attitude towards the Heir; humoring the snobbish brat like he was a toddler too easily upset with not getting his way. Your graceful figure withdrew from under his grasp, sending a few parting words to the Heir before you vanished from Dean’s peripheral. Dean struggled to finish his drink, knowing he would have to face his colleagues after nearly falling into your maniacal web. 

She sits beside me like a silhouette. 

Dean tilted the glass around its base, your eyes still scorched into the depths of his consciousness. The way you disappeared forced the thought to cross Dean’s mind that maybe you were just a figment of his imagination. He could almost picture the shape of your figure as the Heir twisted his ownership and title around you like a thick, suffocating bow as heavy as the draping curtains. Dean gestured for a top off on his drink, his mind wandering to where you were now, and god-forbid if you were at the mercy of the Heir once again. He scoffed to himself, cursing at how late it must be if he were catching a fit like this over a lady of the night. 

And in an instant, it was as if he had manifested your apparition as you settled into the seat beside him. “Stinger please, Joe,” you hummed, sending a small grin to the bartender and crossing your legs. Dean smirked to himself as you nonchalantly popped open your compact mirror and touched up your lipstick, your leg in danger of grazing his own. He gnawed on his bottom lip, searching for the correct string of words to figure out how cautious he had to be around you. 

He side-eyed you, your features more stunning at close contact than from a distance. He was nearly surprised you hadn’t looked as… tired… as the other woman that had been entertaining the Heir earlier in the night. “Did you take the money?” He asked you, a sharp inhale of pride stinging his lungs as he gave into his curiosity. He noticed your sly smile at his words, hating the way you nearly coaxed his thoughts from the tip of his tongue. He took another sip of his drink, pretending it was a struggle for him to make eye contact with you. 

You seemed to chew on your response, the suspense killing Dean as he hung on a line for you. “No, I told him that he got me pregnant,” you quipped lightly, your words reaching out to backhand Dean. It felt like too much information for him but the way you confidently muttered your response had him wondering whether or not you were serious. “He left to phone his wife. I have a feeling I won’t be seeing him for a while,” you continued, a smile threatening to break past your lips. 

Dean perked an eyebrow at the knots in the wood grain beneath his hands, forcing himself to swallow. “What are you gonna do then?” He chided himself for pursuing the topic even further when the thought of it (you and the Heir) made him ill. He stroked his chin, feeling your eyes dance to him. You were close enough that he could smell the mint in your drink. He could swim in the aroma of your delicate perfume and biting liquid. Your voice was a lulling tone he wanted to live in his ears forever.

You wet your lips slowly. “Celebrate, no?” This time Dean did look at you, nearly falling into a trance at the realization that your eyes were more brilliant and cunning than he had remembered. Your gaze jumped from his own eyes to his lips and then back, making him want to slink away from your observance of him. On the flip side, he wanted to pass your inspection. He wanted you. Your voice dropped into a quieter octave, leaning towards Dean faintly, “Men are so easy to break. Tell one white lie and they run for the hills.” You sent him a sneering grin, making him roll his eyes playfully. He watched your fingers as you popped open your cigarette case, striking your lighter and inhaling deeply. The swiftness of your movements sent his thoughts to dark places. “Who are you? I’ve seen you in here a few times but you never leave with any of the girls.” 

Dean chuckled slightly, “I work with your baby daddy at the firm.” Your face flushed with mock realization. Dean turned back to his glass, his facade of confidence adherently fading under the close proximity to you. You were so intoxicating to him, it reminded him of the first time he had dabbled with absinthe in his early college years. You were probably just as dangerous. 

And now she’s all over me, it’s like I paid for it. 

You turned in your seat, facing the floor as you leaned against the bar and closed in on Dean. He knew what you were doing and didn’t dare object to your actions. “Why don’t you ever pay for one of the girls?” You asked, prying over eggshells as Dean fought not to smile. 

“Doesn’t do it for me,” he answered after a moment's hesitation. Your eyebrow perked at him as if to call his bluff, your interest inflating his ego. He would never admit it, but despite his calm exterior, his heart was beating at an ungodly rate. He swore if consumption didn’t kill him, you definitely would. He struggled to completely withstand the pressure of what he was about to challenge. “I’d rather not mix business and pleasure.”

You smirked slightly, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth. “Prove it,” you cooed, reaching into your clutch and flashing a key before Dean’s eyes before you settled it on the table in front of him. He chewed the inside of his cheek, watching as you walked away towards the stairs on the opposite wall of the bar. Dean's mouth grew dry, yet his ego inflated at the fact that he could mumble a few words and an attractive woman such as yourself would be beckoning him to bed. 

It’s like I paid for it...

I’m gonna pay for this.

The music from the parlor drew quiet as Dean climbed the stairs, furthering into the dimly lit hallways with the numbers of your room repeating in his mind. It was almost slow motion as his mind raced with what he could do to you, and more importantly, what you could do to him. 

[scribbles-and-dribbles]

Somnium

This is my entry for @sherrybaby14 ‘s prompt challenge (requested via my @im-marie-poppins-yall​ account)  Thank you for letting me join. Your writing is amazing and I am so inspired by you. Also,so sorry I’m sending this so late!

  My prompt was: 

Geralt spending the night at an inn reader works at after killing a monster that had been terrorizing the town, and reader sneaks into his room at night to give him her own thanks but then gets frightened at how actually Violent and Strong he is and makes to leave, but he insists on following through

It’s been a long time since I’ve really sat down and written some good smut (It’s been a year!),so forgive me if I’m a bit rusty. But nonetheless I had so much fun! And this was what I needed to get back into writing again. (Also I apologize to the person who requested this, if this isn’t exactly what you had in mind!)

Warnings: 18+, Rough Sex, edging,No Archive Warnings

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The room was darkly lit, a single candle in the far left corner was barely a flicker behind the dusky glass. It cast shadows over your hips as they rolled against his. It washed a faint warm glow over the rise and fall of your chest as you tried to catch your moans before they woke the entire inn. 

He watched from below you, your eyes fluttering closed in pure bliss, and his nearly predatory gaze drinking in the sight of your shaking body. Your hips swayed to some unheard music as you lost yourself in the pleasure, his cock driving up into you, meeting your eager thrusts. He growled and his hand slid up your back, over your shoulder and into your hair, fisting it and pulling you down into a ravenous kiss. His other hand slid down to grip your hip, and before you knew it, in a whirl he had you flipped and pinned underneath you, pushing your leg up and picking up his pace, driving deep within you. 

Gods it felt amazing, his hips rolled into yours with expert ease, and his teeth grazed your soft neck, marking it giving not a single damn about how visible they were. You didn’t want him to stop. You could stay like this forever if you had your way. But the universe had other ideas.

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You wake with a start, the sound of shattering glass and drunk squabbling shaking you out of your dream. You sit up, pressing a hand to your neck where those teeth had felt so real. Your skin is flushed and slick with sweat and you’re sure you look a sight. But you only have time to slip out of your nightgown and into far more suitable attire to deal with your awake and seemingly very drunk guests. 

A glance out the murky window and you’re disappointed, but not the least bit surprised to see that the sun has barely risen over the horizon. Smoke still hung low over the village, the last remnants of the winged beast that had terrorized your neighbors for the last four months. Never had you realized just how idiotic the people of your village were until they mistook a basilisk for a dragon, and attempted to lure it into the village square and kill it themselves. Suffice it to say that it didn’t end well. 

You’d finally been fed up with the pigheaded men refusing to ask for help. A half-melted town was terrible for business, and you weren’t having any of it. If they wouldn’t admit that they stood not a chance against the beast with their poorly thought out planning, then you were going to take matters into your own hands. 

You’d heard rumor of a Witcher roaming the surrounding area, slaying any beast- for a price. You were a small village, but you were one of the lasts villages before any weary travelers reached Cintra. Your inn was always bustling with new and strange characters. Stranger or not, they brought in enough coin to appease the Butcher, as your neighbors so...fondly referred to The Witcher. 

So when he stopped in your humble little town, on his way to Cintra no doubt, he was god-sent. He’d come into your inn, ready to pay for one night. You convinced him to stay for three, free of charge and with a hefty bag of coin if he made quick work of something your town’s strongest men had taken four months to fail at. He’d left last night and as you peered out the window, tying your apron around your waist, you caught sight of his unmistakable white mane trekking up the hill atop his gorgeous mare towards the inn, something large swinging from the saddle.

Your dreams were going to have to wait.

“I wager he doesn’t make it back before nightfall.” One of your patrons slurred, swirling his bandaged finger around the amber liquid you’d just poured into his stein. You swatted at his wrist and he reeled back with a yelp. 

“You keep stirring that bloody stump in your ale, you’ll not being getting another refill today Byron.” You quipped, tossing him a cloth to whip his hand. The dressing around his finger was already soaked through with blood and you could tell the alcohol was beginning to burn through. He’d been one of the ones to go out first and try to take the beast down. He’d lost his finger because he couldn’t shoot an arrow to save his life. Though that wasn’t the story he told anyone unfortunate enough to be in earshot. 

 He grumbled and took a long swig from the frothy liquid, grimacing at the acrid taste. You chuckled and swapped his drink. You leaned against the counter an inquiring eyebrow raised. 

“I’ll take a shot at that.”

 He frowned and took yet another large swig from his stein. “What? I don’t strike you as the betting type? You wound me, Byron, you should know me better than that.” You laugh, moving around the bar and intercepting Beth, and relieving her of two trays of piping hot gruel on her arms and another tray balancing precariously on her very pregnant stomach - she’d insisted upon working despite it being nearly the eve of her bairns birth. She wanted to catch a glimpse of The Witcher herself. 

“It’s not that. I just don’t want to have a sore loser on my hands.” Byron slurred after you, watching you whisk around the dining area, weaving expertly between patrons were beginning to rouse and make their way to help themselves to the seemingly bottomless kegs your father had installed years before he passed and left the inn to you.

“Alright then, since you’re so convinced that a man with far superior hunting skills is going to have worse luck than a drunk who can barely drink me under the table- you’re on.” You place the last bowl of gruel in front of Byron’s skeptical face and sidle back behind the counter. You lean towards him, resisting the urge to cringe at the stench wafting off of him. He’d been drinking longer than you’d originally thought. You were going to have to reconsider leaving the kegs out at all odd hours of the night.

“I wager he comes through that door in the next twenty minutes.” Byron scoffs. He thinks you’re ridiculous. “And what, pray tell girlie, will you be winning if he comes through that door on anything but a stretcher?” 

“Every round for the rest of the week is on you.” You chuckle at the scandalized look that crosses his face before he tosses his head back and has a good laugh before fixing you with an amused look.

“You’re on. And when I win, you’ll be clearing my tab and-”

Before he can finish the door to the inn swings open with a frame shattering thud and the Butcher of Blaviken stomps in reeking of acid and guts and covered in just that. Every head not hanging from a raging hangover turns to watch him stride over to the bar. His eyes catch yours, and you’re momentarily transported back to your dream this morning. You shake your head and raise an eyebrow at Byron who’s gone pale.

“Clearing your tab and...what?” He scoffs and glares at The Witcher as he stops at the bar. You cast a sidelong glance at him, trying to ignore the fact that you’d just been dreaming of him not even an hour earlier. You place a pint in front of him, he looks like he could use it. He offers a curt nod of thanks and knocks it back faster than you thought possible. 

“So, did you actually kill the beast?” Byron asks incredulously and you find yourself rolling your eyes. You wave a hand over the Witcher.

“What do you think? That he just rolled around in guts and called it a day?” Byron scowls at you and the sound of The Witcher chuckling underneath his breath catches you by surprise. You raise an eyebrow at him, smirking. “If he had,” you continue, directing it at your visitor. “He’d be sorry he ever stole money from me.” His eyes look almost amused as he stands. 

“If you’re so skeptical, you can ask your Lord of the Manor how he likes his new trophy.” Byron, looking thoroughly pissed, huffs and slips of the stool and wander over to the kegs, muttering something about being bested by a filthy mutant. 

You shake your head and wipe the counter down with one hand and refilling the Witcher’s stein. Guests have wondered out of their rooms to stare at him like he’s an amusing new animal, though they keep their distance. And you’re certain it has nothing to do with the state of his attire. You shake your head, ashamed of the people you’ve grown up calling friends and neighbors, listening to their barely concealed whispers about him. 

“I’m sure you’ve heard it all.” You say, casting a sidelong glance at him as you mark Byron’s tab down. “But I’m sorry the rest of my town isn’t as grateful as I know they should be.” 

He shrugs and takes another swig. He sets the cup down and even though you’re turned away refilling the glasses Beth had just brought to the bar, her eyes unabashedly drinking him in, you can feel his eyes on you. And when you shoo Beth away and turn back to him, he’s still watching you. Dried blood from the beast no doubt has darkened his hair a bit, and a small scar that he’s haphazardly treated is still bleeding a bit on his chin. Despite all of this, you still want him. And the way he’s staring at you, you’re certain he can tell.

“And are you?” He asks, his honey-colored eyes seem to darken a bit and although they’re incredibly intimidating, you refuse to look away. You stare him down, setting your rag down and leaning against the bar towards him. 

“Am I...what?” How does one man look so damn kissable covered in the blood of a slain beast? 

“Grateful.” He raises his eyebrows, looking genuinely curious, but you know why he’s asking. 

“What, the hefty bag of coin wasn’t enough to prove that?” You tease. He chuckles wryly. Twice you’ve amused him, and something tells you that that’s rare and you should relish it. He stands and places a coin on the bar for the pint. You wave it away.

“You single-handedly took the beast down in record time, consider it a thank you.” He raises an eyebrow at you. “Hmm...you know where to find me if you have anything else you’d like to say.”

You gape at him as he strides up the stairs. You laugh incredulously, heat flushing to your cheeks. 

“Not very subtle is he?” You nearly leap out of your skin at the sound of Beth’s voice right behind you.

“Good lord Beth-” You laugh, turning to her, watching her bustle about as if that large belly of hers is no hindrance to her. You shake your head, taking the Witcher’s stein off of the bar and wiping it down once more, trying not to think about the meaning behind his words. But Beth has other ideas.

“If you don’t take him up on his very generous offer- I will.” You swat at her with the rag laughing. 

“I’m sure he’d happily have you. But you’re near bursting at the seams, and I thought you were happily married.” She scoffs and casts a glance across the inn where her husband is beguiling the young boys with his tall tale of how he lost his finger. “Sometimes I wonder why I let that idiot convince me to be stuck with him until sweet death does us part.” Her words are teasing but you see the endearment in her eyes. 

You smile and pat her on her shoulder. “He’s just nervous about his first child. And sore that a Witcher bested him. He’ll be right as rain when he sobers up to see that beautiful baby of yours.” You reassure her. She nods and turns back to you, fixing you with a determined gaze.  

“Enough about me and mine. You haven’t been with someone in years girlie.” You flush and open your mouth to protest. “And I know, you’ve been too busy taking care of the inn after your father passed, bless his soul. But you need to take care of yourself, dear. And that includes your more primal needs.” She’s not that much older than you, but she reminds you of your mother the way she plants her hands on her hips and fixes you with that look. 

You sigh. “I appreciate the concern Beth, but I barely know the man. And he’s a Witcher, mind you. I don’t think sassy innkeeper girls are what he favors.” 

“Ha!” She snorts, shaking her head. “You’re as beautiful as you are blind. Did you not see the way he was looking at you? Not just today, but the day he arrived he couldn’t take his eyes off you. Now I’m not asking you to make the man fall in love with you,just...share something with him. He wants you and you most certainly want him.”

You flush. You can’t say she’s lying. It has been some time since you’ve been with anyone. Taking over the inn that had been in your father’s family for generations had made it a little hard to have flings. 

“Fine. But if he laughs in my face, don’t say I didn’t tell you so.”

~~

And now you were standing in front of the man’s door several hours later questioning once again how you let Beth convince you to do this. She’d sent you away hours ago but you’d stubbornly found some other thing that needed doing around the inn. Bedding for the other guests, refilling the kegs with your father’s special blend, cleaning god knows what because you kept the inn spick and span.

Finally, she’d practically swatted you up the stairs. You’d begun to look a bit worse for wear. The word that not only was the infamous Witcher was in town, but that he was fresh off of a hunt, had spread like wildfire. And you finally hadn’t needed an excuse for why you weren’t pursuing ‘your primal needs’ as Beth had so gracefully put it.

But by then your other barmaid had arrived looking like she was ready for a night on the town, and not to serve the hoard of weary travelers hoping to catch a glimpse of the man. 

“If you don’t get your ass upstairs and see that man, I have no doubt in my mind that Linda will do it for you.” 

--

Beth wasn’t exaggerating when she’d pointed out that you hadn’t done this in years. You’d felt like a silly school girl standing in front of the mirror trying to make yourself look less like an exhausted, albeit horny, innkeeper. But you did want him. She hadn’t been wrong about that. You could still feel the phantom touch of his hands on your hips, gripping them as he pulled you down onto him. It’d been a dream, and yet it had felt incredibly real. 

You sighed and reached up to knock on his door. You were unsure of what you were going to say. You didn’t want it to sound like a proposition. Though you supposed it was. You falter and realize that whatever you ask, it will never sound normal. What if Beth had mistaken a stare of indifference for a gaze of “unbridled lust in those golden eyes”? Maybe it was better to resign yourself to thinking of him as you soothe the ache that had started between your thighs the moment he walked back in this morning, on your own.

You drop your hand with a sigh and begin to turn away. The door swings open before you’ve even begun to walk back down the hall to your room. You give a start, steadying your hand on the door frame, and your instantly aware of just how...naked he is. He's clean of all the guts and blood that had previously clung to him like a second skin, and his hair gleams in the low lantern light that shines on his broad chest. The towel he has wrapped around his hips is barely hanging on. 

“Er, good evening.” You hear yourself say, and you internally cringe. God, you were off to a terrible start. You manage to glance away from his pectorals and meet his shining eyes, and you could have sworn that for a split second a smirk tugged at his delectable looking lips.

“Are you coming in, or are you going to stay out there for the rest of the night?” He chuckles, and you blush again scowling as you slip into the room. He barely moves and your arm brushes against his warm skin. It sends a spark of excitement through you. Had it been so long that the mere touch of a hot body was enough to set you off?

It doesn’t matter. You’re here now, and there’s no turning back. You want him, you just have to make sure he wants you too. You turn to him, your hands clasped before you as you open your mouth to speak. But before you can, his hands are on your waist and he’s tugged you against his chest and captured your lips in a hungry kiss. You let out a surprised squeak that slips into a soft moan. It feels so damn good to have someone’s lips against your own.

Your reach up to snake your arms around his neck and push yourself up to meet the kiss with as much vigor and desire as he does. His hands slide up your hips and over your bodice, his fingers make quick work of the laces and removing it and let it fall to the floor. Your breath catches in your throat when his hands run up over your chest, and dip into your dress. You pull away from the kiss to catch your breath and moan softly as his calloused fingers run over your nipples and tweak and tease them in the best way. 

You open your eyes a bit to look up at him and are a bit startled to see the color his eyes have taken. The bright golden has seemed to darken to almost deep amber, and they pierce your own with an almost predatory look. His hand's run-up to your shoulders and he pauses, casting a questioning look over you. You’re nervous, and this isn’t how you thought this would all transpire. But you were more than willing. You reach up yourself and watch him as you slip your dress down off of your shoulders and let it fall to pool around your ankles. 

He gives an appreciative growl and a smile quirks his lips. 

“I thought you’d be too scared to come.” He chuckled. The way he spoke, an underlying growl underneath every word, made you shiver. You watched his hands trail over your shoulders and down your back, his fingers pressing into your skin when he reaches your hips. He slips his arms behind your knees and to avoid falling against him, you hop into his arms, your own wrapping around his neck again.

“Fearful? What do you take me for? A scared little girl?” You laugh because honestly, you were a little fearful. You’d heard the other women tell tall tales about their night with a Witcher when they were young and childless. And how it was best to expect a broken bed by the end of the night. Even if they weren’t 100% truthful, you knew Witcher’s weren’t human, and they more than likely didn’t fuck like a human. “You asked me if I was grateful, and I’m here to prove that I am.” You whisper, your hand slipping into his hair and pulling him towards you for another kiss. Your lips slant against his and you run your tongue across his bottom lip, nipping at it playfully, and drawing a growl out of him.

He places you on his bed and crawls over you, one arm braced against the mattress and the other snaking down your body his fingers tracing over your breasts as they rise and fall with your labored breath. 

“Certainly not, if you’re so bold as to invite a Witcher you’ve only spoken to twice, to sleep with you.” You scoff, and then moan when he dips his head down to capture one of your sensitive buds into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it and nipping at it. 

“You’re..oh gods..you’re the one who kissed me, Witcher.” You retort, your fingers finding their way back into his pale locks, tugging at them as he alternates between tweaking and twisting one nipple with his fingers and sucking at the other with his expert tongue. He stops his generous teasing at your words and smirks at you.

“Are you saying you’d like me to stop, Innkeeper.” You laugh and fix him with a warning glare. He growls, amused at your determined look, and returns his left hand to your heaving chest while his other hand runs down your side. His fingers trail over your hip, sliding down the v of your body and trailing just above your cunt before stopping. 

“You’re certain you don’t want to run for the hills?” He asks, and at first, you think he’s joking, but he looks dead serious. And you open your mouth to answer but it’s cut off by a whine. His middle finger dips down to brush over you. It slides over your lower lips, collecting your juices on it and teasing the hell out of you. He just barely pushes it in, drawing a needy whine out of you. It’s been so long since anyone else has touched you in this way, and now that someone is, you remember just how sensitive you are. He continues teasing your opening, and it’s not nearly enough. The way he watches you, those enhanced eyes catching every flutter of your eyelids, reminds you of something beastly. 

And you remember that you’re in bed with a Witcher. Not a ‘normal’ human man. His stamina is far above your own, and your certain you’ll be a sore aching mess in the morning. And a small voice of reason in the back of your head mutters that you should probably leave, and let your dreams be dreams. But just when you’ve just about convinced yourself that you should take him up on his offer to leave, he slides that teasing finger inside you, curling upwards in just the right way. It’s almost too much and just enough to let you throw caution to the wind.

You pin him with a hungry gaze and buck your hips up against his hand moaning out when the movement pushes him deeper, and his palm brushes against your wanton clit. 

“If you stop, you’ll wish the Basilisk had eaten you.” You snip and growls amusedly. He sits up and removes his hand from you and you glare up at him incredulously. You push yourself up a bit and open your mouth to protest and demand that he finish what he started. But ever one to interrupt, he’s gripped your hips and flipped you over onto your belly before you can even get a single breath out.

You groan out and bury your face in the pillow when two of his fingers slip inside your now aching cunt from behind, diving into you at an absolutely delicious angle. He leans over you, his chest against your back as his fingers begin to piston in and out of you, the lewd sound mixing with your moans. You gasp softly when his hot breath hits your cheek.

“Be sure to remember that I gave you some warning.” He growls into your ear. 

His fingers don’t let up, and only pick up in pace, stroking your walls and stretching them to accommodate his fingers. He continues forcing them deeper inside you at a rapid pace. You groan out and you tighten around fingers, which only seems to make him want to drive into you harder.

You gasp when his tongue teases the shell of your ear, his breath hits your neck, and sends a shiver running up your spine. You feel like you’re being claimed by a beast, and you love it. He growls softly as his fingers start to grip your walls, scissoring at a rapid pace stretching you out. 

You open your mouth in a silent whine, and then you finally feel him. His cock brushes against your thigh. You lift your hips to meet his fingers, silently begging for him. He chuckles and only continues to drive his skilled fingers into you. He flexes them, pressing up against that sweet spot and then retreating before you can get too much pleasure out of it.

“Damn it, Witcher-” You snap, your words melting into a muddle of moans when he dips down to kiss your shoulder and lets his underhand slide between you and the bed and flutter his digits against your clit. “You know what I want.” You finish, gasping softly when he flips you onto your back. Your chest is flush and his eyes trailing over your heaving chest, and back up to your eyes only makes your entire body flush with heat as well.

“Then say it.” He murmurs, kissing down your neck and capturing a hardened nipple in his devilish mouth when you rise in response to his fingers thrusting into you at this angle. 

Looking back, you could only blush madly at the thought of your response. You weren’t one to be so brazen, even with other past lovers. But something about this man had you tossing bashfulness to the wind. You didn’t care that you didn’t know him, didn’t care that this was nothing more than two bodies fulfilling a need. 

Your hands slipped up to cup his chin, pulling his face up to look at you with those honey eyes. Your legs spread a bit more and you groaned softly when his thumb settled on circling your clit, just barely touching it.

“I want you to fuck me, Witcher.” You whispered, biting your lip and grinning at him. You were more than ready for him. He growled, satisfied with that answer. You watched him with bated breath. A needy moan escaped your lips when you caught sight of just how much larger than you he truly was.

His fingers retreated from your dripping sex, and you watched him drink your juices off of his fingers. He lifted one of your legs and ran his hand up your thigh positioning it over his shoulder, pinning your hands over your head and leaning over you. And before you could demand that he stop teasing you, he pushes into you, filling you up and stretching you out. 

“Gods yes.” You moan, grinning up at him and wrapping your legs around his waist. His hips roll against yours, just barely moving. Though he flexes his cock inside you, and it sends a delicious jolt running through you. He’s silent, save for his growls and somehow he’s still intimidating- in the best way.

His eyes never leave yours, and it only heightens the pleasure you’re feeling. He watches your mouth fall open into a small silent ‘o’ when he slides out of you slowly and slams back into you. You bite your lip and pin him with a challenging glare.

“I thought, fuck- I thought Witcher’s were known for being rough?” You teased. You’d blame it on being drunk with pleasure and need. It’d been so long since you’d lain with anyone, you might as well get the most out of it. He chuckled and you let out a quiet squeak when his arms wrapped around you and pulled you up to sit face to face with him. You moan and roll your hips in his lap. 

“You’ve been listening to too many bored wives.” He chided as his hands settled on your hips and began bouncing you on his cock. His hands run up to tangle in your hair, tilting your head back and biting at the most delicate parts of your neck. With each nip, his thrusts seem to pick up speed until the entire bed is shaking and you’ve given up all hope of silencing your moans.

“Ha, sure, but am I wrong? How many times am I going to get the chance to bed a Witcher? I want the full experience~” Your hands run up his back and your nails dig into his shoulders while your hips bounce against him. You grind against him, your clit rubbing against his skin and burning a hot pleasure through your core. 

He growls in our ear, nipping at your shoulder. He pushes you back down onto the bed, raising your hips and bracing his hand on the wall. He grunts and dips his hips down to push into you, the head of his cock reaching the deepest parts of you and driving you wild. You can only hang on for dear life, and enjoy the ride. 

He fucks into you for what seems like hours, and every time he feels your cunt tightening around him and your moans turn desperate, he flips you toying with your clit but backing off every time you're ready to let go. By the time he’s edged you for the umpteenth time, you’re a spluttering needy mess. And he’s barely broken a sweat.

“I- Gods-” You can’t muster up a coherent response. He lifts you into his arms and stands walking you towards the wall until your back is flush against it, your shaking limbs clinging to him. His arms enclose your body on either side of your head as he presses on, his hips snapping against yours, the lewd sounds of his cock fucking into your sopping sex filling the room. And just when it feels as if you can’t take it anymore, he slides you down onto the floor, flips you onto all fours, and slides back into you.

“You wanted the full experience.” He teased, his tongue running across your shoulder. Your body is practically buzzing from the over-stimulation. You growl in response and arch your back bucking back against him. You want, and desperately need to cum. His arms lock underneath your shoulders and pulls your back up against his chest. He captures your lips in a hungry, almost possessive kiss that leaves you breathless.  With one arm still locked tightly around your body, his other hand trails down your side and his fingers trace tight little figure eight’s around your clip as his cock slams into you. 

His golden eyes stare into your own as he draws you closer to the climax you’ve been hungry for since he first stepped into your inn. His roguish smirk is the last thing you see before a pillow comes colliding with your face and wakes you. You sit up spluttering and swatting at the air. You blink into the bright sunlight streaming through your window and glare at your assailant. 

“It’s about time. You were giving your guests quite an earful.” Beth chortles, dropping the pillow in your lap. “Now come on, I hear The Witcher is going to be riding through town come nightfall.”

[pinkykitten]

traitor - part 4

2845: EXILE

synopsis: It’s the year 2845. A year where Earth is in shambles and space is the new frontier. You are sent along with other cadets to a distress call about some type of unknown creature. You are new as an engineer on the ship Shiganshina and you have to work for your boss and leader of your group Levi Ackerman. But remember, in space no one can hear you scream.

pairing: levi ackerman x female! reader words: 3,849 dannnnnnggggggg yall gonna be reading a lot imsorry genre: space au, series fic, au fic, gore, thriller, horror, violence, alien au  warning: death, gore, blood 

a/n: i just remebered that i forgot to put 2845: exile on the title in the previous chapter soooo oops. this took so long to write guys and im sorry i havent been updating in a while my bad im sorry i hope i did good on this. im sorry if things are off or misspelled. thank you for reading this series it means so much to me. 

“What the cuss? Levi!” Your heart was racing and palms were sweaty. Panic was setting in. You felt you had let Levi down and you didn’t even know that he was alive or dead. 

You called to Levi so loud you felt the counter along with the items, shake. Your neck vein protruding as you searched vigorously the control room. What if there were more aliens? What if it took Levi and Reiner? 

Into your search you gazed up to see the vent nearby. It came down as if a vacuum cleaner. Maybe they were taken through there?

A flashlight was there and you shone the light up through the vent. It was stretched and looked as if a fight had gone through there. “I think they went through here.”

You rolled the chair to the opening of the vent, stood on the chair and used all your force to pull yourself up into the vent, climbing into it. 

You crawled through the tiny piece of vent. “I’m coming Levi, just please don’t be dead.” All the horror thoughts passed through your mind. What if Levi was dead? What if he was being tortured by the alien? The speeding of your heart was becoming overwhelming that you had to pause and take a breather. You pressed your neck against the cool vent to snap you out and awaken you. Sweat dripped down your neck. 

As you crawled through the tiny space you wondered as to where you would go to find Levi. Marley was such a big ship it would take you weeks to look through out this whole place to find Levi. Where was he? You were so lost until a low voice was hear through your ear piece. 

“So I see you’re trying to find us?” Reiner spoke up, chuckling on the other end. 

“What the cuss, Reiner? What did you do with Levi?”

“Listen, Y/N. I’m over here taking good care of him. Don’t worry about him, he’s in good hands.”

Sighing you rubbed your temples, “I’m not playing this game. Just tell me where you put Levi!” You banged the wall of the vent. 

You could almost hear Reiner smirk on the other end, “Here, I’ll give you this. I’m going to give you an hour to get to the boiler room. Hopefully you make it in time cause if not,” Reiner chuckled, “you know what’s going to happen.” Reiner hanged up the phone and you hopped out the nearest exit of the vent to check the map. 

“Okay the boiler room, the boiler room.” You said repeatedly. Your eyes searched on the screen and you found the boiler room at the bottom of the ship. It was under everything. You had to get into a vent underneath and go down the stairs. “Bingo.”

You looked behind you and you realized you were in the middle of Marley. All rooms, all hallways lead here so this was the hub of the ship. Before this it was probably flooded with people left and right. Most of the gates nearby were closed off. You flung the flamethrower across your shoulder when a bullet whizzed by you, grazing your arm. 

You fell back, wincing, holding the cut. You hid behind a pillar, looking back to see who it was. The person kept peaking out and shooting your way. 

You pulled your gun out and shot a couple times back at the person. He used up all his bullets and so did you so you had to reload. As you lifted the gun back up to shoot, more people came out. They kept, repeatedly shooting at you. You hid and couldn’t get out or else you would of been shot. The gun was held tightly to your chest as you looked up at the gray, steel, ceiling. Whether you got out of this alive or not, you were going to fight till the end. 

As the guy popped out again the look on his face was recognizable. He was one of the men on the mission on Marley. He was friends with Reiner, and Annie. It was a man named Bertholdt. Why were these people trying to kill you? Why was Bertholdt trying to kill you?

You looked at the crowd and saw around 10 people that were trying to kill you. As you reloaded your gun you heard a creak in the upstairs flooring. Was it another alien?

“Guys, there is a dangerous creature on this ship. We need to be quiet, please,” you begged. Maybe hoping that seeing their life was in jeopardy that they would stop. 

“Shut up,” Bertholdt snarled at you. 

“Why do you have beef with me, man? What have I ever done to you?” You shouted back, still keeping cover from the bullets. “I don’t even know you.”

“Oh don’t worry Y/N, you’ll know me.”

“Don’t get too lucky,” you smirked. You rolled out and shot as many times as you could, getting 2 guys. You then hid behind a wooden box. It was getting shot and not being able to hold up. As you were about to give up hope, Petra and Hange sprinted to the scene and hid behind with you. 

“Oh my God, what are you guys doing here?” You hugged Hange and Petra. 

“We saw our girl need help,” Petra patted your shoulder. 

Hange put her thumbs up, “we have you.”

You grinned as you nodded and you three in unison got up and shot the group. Hange got closer to them and shot with a furry within her. 

Most of the group was wearing masks to cover their identity and you didn’t know why. You shot one guy and was trying to shoot another but it was empty. 

“Crap,” your teeth clenched. The opposite guy tried to shoot you back but his gun was jammed. You punched him good in the face and he stumbled back but did not fall. He ducked your other blow and punched your stomach. The breath was taken out of you as the pain flowed through your body. You walked backwards and gained distance to kick high in the air to his face. The man fell on his butt and back. You walked up to him and put your foot down hard on his throat. He was struggling to breathe, whilst you reloaded your gun. You clicked it and pointed it straight to his head, “who are you?” He didn’t answer and you pushed harder on his throat, making him cry. “Answer me.”

He pushed his mask down and you made out that it was Eld Jinn. 

“What?” You were so confused and felt he was a traitor. How could he do this to you? “Why are you doing this to me? I thought we were friends?” You had tears gloss over your eyes. He was quiet until he got shot right in the middle of the forehead. You screamed as you looked back to see Hange had shot him. 

“Why did you do that?” You cried as the blood was splattered on your face and clothes. The smell of iron wafting through your nose. 

Hange wiped her gun with a handkerchief, “as Levi would say, super filthy.”

You felt so lost and you felt like crying and so exhausted. Looking at the group you saw they were no longer alive except Bertholdt. You look into his eyes and he shoots forward to Petra’s chest. 

You gasped as Petra’s shirt got more damp with blood as the red circle got bigger and bigger. She fell back as you screamed and ran to her, shooting Bertholdt in the chest as well. “Petra! Please no, Petra!” You put pressure on the wound to try to stop the bleeding but you and her knew there was no saving Petra. She was going to die. “You’re okay, you’re okay. Stay with me, just stay with me.” You held her head up as she bled from her mouth. She coughed up blood and looked within your eyes. 

Hange helped with the blood and tried to stop it but Petra held her bloody soaked hands. Enough was enough. 

“I’m going to be okay,” she smiled brightly up at you and Hange. “It’s going to be okay.” She caressed your face. 

“B-but we can help you,” you stuttered, tears dripping and mixing with her blood. 

“Listen to me Y/N, I don’t have much time. Don’t trust no one Y/N-” She was about to say more when the life was sucked away from her. She was gone. You cried in her shoulder as you touched her red hair. 

“No!” 

You looked up at the balcony on the other floor to see Oluo, clutching his head in his hands. The color was drained from his face and the look of horror would be something that would traumatize you forever. 

You felt so sorry knowing that he and Petra had history. You didn’t know how it felt to see the love of your life laying there in their pool of blood. 

Tears fell down your face and you had a moment of going through the same hurt with Oluo. Both your eyes met and it was in that moment he knew how sorry you were and that you tried everything to save and protect his love. 

Oluo proceeded to sob but left, you assumed as not to deal with the shock and pain.  

You stomped your foot on the man’s neck, that shot Petra, to make him start choking. He only had a few minutes left before he would loose too much blood and die so you needed to ask fast. “Now I’m going to ask again, who are you?”

“Go to Hell!” He spat blood in your face. 

Your foot was pressed down harder and the man winced. “Tell me.”

“Okay, I’m Bertholdt Hoover. I was sent on the mission with Annie and Reiner.”

That’s where you recognized him from but nothing made sense. If he was on this mission, why did he want to kill you?

You cocked the gun to his forehead, “why did you try to kill me then? I came to rescue you with my crew from ship Shingashina. Zeke sent us. We found Annie and Reiner-”

“Annie?” He sounded surprised but happy. “Good, I’m glad she is alive.”

“Why did you try to kill us Bertholdt?”

He looked up to the ceiling and smirked. You couldn’t tell if he was going to say more or not but his weak body was picked up like a rag doll. You remembered that purring, growling noise and your eyes met with what you thought was dead. The tall alien picked up Bertholdt’s body, high in the air. 

You backed away, keeping an arm out to place Hange behind you. 

“I thought they were dead.” You mouth quivered. 

In one swift movement the alien opened his mouth wide and wrapped it’s full, long, sharp teeth around Bertholdt’s head. It pushed it’s head back and ripped the skull from the neck like a lollipop from it’s stick. Bertholdt’s blood spilled from his decapitated body and from the alien’s mouth. 

You wanted to move but what you just saw made you so sick you vomited all over the floor. Shoes stuck to the ground like there was glue. You were frozen. 

Hange grabbed your hand and sprinted away with you to try to get to safety. You and her end up in a small computer room. You mesh the wires together found on the broken lock of the door and make it that the door locks. You also go to the computers and close the vents there. 

“I think we are safe now.” Hange seemed so stoic, so normal as if this didn’t mess with her at all. It almost insulted you. 

“How are you okay? We just saw this guy get his head eaten off.”

Hange sat on the floor near the door, “he tried to kill you and he killed Petra, maybe he deserved it.”

You were silent as that was true. Petra was on that floor, dead, because of him. “I can’t believe she is gone.” You played with your fingers as the reality of things started to sink in. 

“I know. She was a good fighter and friend.”

Anger boiled inside and you picked the computer up and threw it to the wall, smashing it. “I don’t understand!”

“What? A computer, I thought you were an engineer Y/N.”

“No, not that Hange. I mean I don't understand why Bertholdt tried to kill us? I thought we were on the same side! Didn’t Zeke notify Bertholdt and his crew that we were coming.”

“Maybe Bertholdt never got the signal, the word. I mean the place is a mess and out of control. Myabe they thought he was dead and didn’t tell him.” Hange tapped her lip in thought. 

Feeling exhausted, you sat next to Hange as you slid down the wall, plopping right beside her. “I don’t know if I can do this anymore. It’s taking a huge toll on me.” You reached for your guns and made a pile of all your weapons to bring relief to your back. “I’m tired, hungry and I don’t even know if Levi or Annie are alive. I don’t even know where Shigashina is at! Or if Erwin is dead! I lost almost all the crew and that cussing thing is still here. I thought I killed it but to my luck there are more.”

“Are you done then?”

It took you a moment to comprehend the words that Hange said, “what?”

“Are you done then? Finished with the mission? Do you want to go back home?”

You laughed, “I don’t have a home Hange. I never really belonged anywhere.”

“Yes, you do. You belong here. There is a reason you were chosen for this mission. Not anyone can do what you are doing. You’re an engineer. You are smart and brave. Now someone needs you. Levi is depending on you and I know that if the tables were turned, Levi would come save you.” She pulled out her card that is used on the ships. Even though she entered into the space program so long ago, Hange didn’t age or look any different. She admired the glossy card that had her information on it and her face and chuckled. “There was a time when I first had met Levi that I was explaining that there cannot be life on any other planet, that it is impossible according to data. But he looked me square in the face and proved me wrong with a simple sentence. How do you know your data is right? It got me thinking that he may have a point.” Hange turned her way to look at you. “Levi has been a quiet, son of a cuss sometimes, he hates filth and annoying people. He is tough, strong, knows what he’s doing type of guy. But he’s also loving, even though he doesn’t show it sometimes. He hungers for truth and why something is the way it is. He protects people he loves the most. Levi deserves you trying your hardest and he needs you Y/N right now. If you give up on yourself, you give up on him.”

Hange was right. You didn’t want to get close to someone or care about someone in case they got hurt or worse. You didn’t want to have to live with that. You always pushed people away, not wanting to get hurt or get them hurt. Hange saw right through you, she kicked down your walls. She brought out someone new. The new you loved and cared about others. You had to put your big girl panties on and go be there for Levi. You needed to save him. 

You collected all your weapons.

Hange’s curious eyes traveled up your towering form, “What are you doing?”

“Going to save my second in command.”

Hange smiled as you swung your hand out for her to take to aid her in helping her up. “What made you change your mind?”

You smirked, “shut up. Hey, I never asked, where did you grow up? What made you want to become part of the space program?”

Hange was about to answer when the speakers blared loudly throughout the ship. You recognized the voice as Reiner’s.

“Good to see you Y/N and Hange are still alive. I’m not surprised, Y/N’s good.”

Turning your head around in order to find a camera, you do and place yourself right in front. “What the cuss is wrong with you Reiner? Where are you?”

Reiner chuckled, “calm down Y/N. I knew you would be questioning my presence. Levi is fine, I think. Not real sure at the moment though.”

You banged the wall beside the camera, anger evident on your face. “I swear if you touch Levi-”

“I won’t, yet. You only have 10 minutes left to find him. Better make it quick, and I promise, I’m not going to make it easy for you.” His voice stopped and it was up to you to decide what to do.

Right, of course he wasn’t. You had to go to the boiler room, that was where it would all go down.

Just around the corner was the boiler room. 

“Do you need a weapon, Hange? This might get messy.” You cocked your gun.

“I’m fine,” Hange put bullets in her gun.

You gave way to a big breath. As you turned the corner you were met with eggs upon eggs of what seemed to be from the alien. 

“Oh my God, Hange.” You were shocked. Mouth opened wide. “I can’t believe this,” you talked low, so as not to wake anything. You felt almost faint. How were you going to get through this?

“These are it’s eggs. It seems to be its nesting place.” Hange looked around. The eggs spilled goo and were still shut, but some were spilled open. 

“And I thought there was only one alien.”

Hange looked as if to say something but kept her mouth shut. She seemed nervous and terrified. 

“Stay behind me. Let’s move forward. If you see or hear anything tap on me.” You pulled your flamethrower instead and pointed it to whatever predator that awaited you. You two walked straight. Every bump, noise, shook you two to the core. The saliva from the alien dropped down from the vents and ceiling. 

“Y/N!” Hange smacked your arm. You heard the squeal of another alien and it was the ones the crawled on the floor. It was coming towards you. 

You used the flamethrower on it and burned it to a crisp, killing it. Seeing your surroundings, corpses laid against the walls. Those that crawled on the floor were on the faces of the corpses. They seemed to hug the faces. They were very dangerous and killed just as bad as the alien. 

More groups of the face huggers stormed after you. You blasted the fire right on them, feeling the heat on your skin as your sweat dripped. There were puddles of unknown liquid that rose up high to your knees. The anticipation was high. You were worried about Levi and wanted him to be alright but you were scared to see the reality of things. 

In the distance, Levi was lying on the floor, unconscious. 

“Levi!” You ran to his weak body, kneeling down to him. His skin was cold as you touched his cheek. “Please Levi, please be awake.” Tears were filling up your eyes. 

“Annie!” Hange shouted. 

You looked behind you to see Annie was hung up by vines and goo onto the wall behind her. She too was unconscious. You didn’t understand why she was up there. Did the alien put her there?

Levi started coughing and caught your hand. “Hey Y/N,” his voice was raspy and weak. 

“Levi!” You hugged him tight. “I thought I lost you.” 

“I can’t believe you came back for me.”

You looked in his dark eyes and brushed his hair, “I’m sorry you ever doubted me.”

Hange helped Levi up while you went to Annie. Her skin was pale with no rose color to her cheeks. Her eyes had bags under them and they were dark. 

“Poor Annie. I’m sorry you had to go through this,” you tried cutting the vines off. It took a lot of sawing until it worked and she fell down in your arms. You were about to bring them both up when you heard footsteps behind you. 

“So you made it. Good for you. I almost didn’t believe in you.”

“Reiner,” you gritted your teeth. “Better step out of the way, we’re leaving.”

“Not on my watch,” Reiner shoots at you and Hange. You push Annie and Levi behind a corner since they are too weak to fight. 

You shoot repeatedly at Reiner from behind a wooden box. Hange is behind that as well, shooting. Reiner takes cover from around a corner, popping his head out every once in a while to take some risky shots. 

“This doesn’t seem to work. I’m going to go up to him. You stay here,” you were willing to risk your life. You showed yourself and shot at Reiner. Reiner came out as well and you two were going head to toe. 

Hange was distracted and didn’t notice the growling in the back of her. From the corner of your eye you saw a black figure, looming above her. It was the alien!

“Hange look out!”

Hange turned around with her hands covering her face and the alien tore Hange’s arm off. What surprised you was there was no blood, bones, or muscle. Your heart almost stopped. All along Hange was an android. 

“What the?” You were so confused. You felt lied to, betrayed and that you had so many questions. What was real and what was a façade? You were too busy worrying about Hange you didn’t see Reiner about to shoot you in the heart. 

Levi slides your way and from under you stabs Reiner on the thigh. Reiner roars in pain and pushes you and Levi out the gate of the ship Shigashina. 

It all happened so fast. Your body fell on top of Levi’s as Shigashina used hyperspace to disappear. In a flash they were gone. 

“No!” You cried, sinking to your knees in such disappointment. 

Levi tapped your shoulder, “Y/N I think you need to see this.”

You turn around and realize you and Levi were on a planet where there were many eggs littered on it. “What the cuss is this place?”

As you looked around the eggs were the same ones in the ship a few minutes ago, “It seems this is where that creature is from.”

All the talking you and Levi did you both didn’t realize that you guys didn’t have any space suit. Struggling to breathe you looked to Levi and in that moment it looked as if for once in his life he had no plan to get out of this one. 

a/n: oooh i wonder whats gonna happen next.....i hope i did a good plot twist tho lol i feel like im good at these things and then when they happen and i actually write them down i then think noooobad idea! abort!

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Eccentricity [Chapter 2: You Can Run Around Infinite In My Head]

Series Summary: Joe Mazzello is a nice guy with a weird family. A VERY weird family. They have a secret, and you have a choice to make. 

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Missing In Action

I wish she would stop staring at me.

Lucille sat at the Lees’ usual table and apathetically picked through a heaping salad. (Friday was salad bar day, which I appreciated considerably more than the chicken finger obsession that marred Mondays at Calawah University.) Every once in a while, Rami nudged her and Lucille would spear a cherry tomato with her fork and bite it in half with perfectly even, white teeth. But her large blue-green eyes—they reminded me of webs of seaweed tumbling in the cold, frothing La Push waves—always found their way back to me, strangely focused, inquisitive, perhaps accusatory.

Ben probably told them how much he hates me for whatever nebulous reason and now they all hate me too and I’m going to spend the next two years being death-glared by five ridiculously attractive and somewhat incestuous foster kids.

Chemistry was a three times a week class. Ben hadn’t shown on Wednesday, and I was 99% sure he would skip again today. I spotted him around campus periodically, always from a distance: dropping quarters into a vending machine, clandestinely vaping behind dorm buildings (what self-respecting pre-med student VAPES?!!), browsing YouTube videos in the library next to a tower of unopened textbooks, biology and chem and physics and calculus. He wasn’t home, he wasn’t sick; there was no attempt made to construct any sort of pretext. He was patently avoiding me.

I stabbed moodily at the serrated disks of cucumber in my salad. Jessica was blathering away about the latest season of The Bachelor and ranking the contestants’ eyebrows from best to worst. “...Like seriously, has she never heard of microblading?!”

“For real,” Angela offered, not especially invested but forever a good sport.

Lucille’s eyes settled on me again as she sipped a cup of steaming tea, staring until her forehead crinkled with the effort, staring hard, almost leering.

“What’s her problem?” I muttered.

Jessica shot a glance towards the Lee table and slurped her Sprite. The great mystery surrounding her potential Mormon-ness persisted. “Who? Lucy?”

Only Lucille’s friends called her Lucy. Jessica, a shameless aspiring socialite, presumed she was everybody’s friend unless they explicitly informed her otherwise, which of course no one ever did.

“Yeah,” I answered glumly.

“Maybe it’s your dress.”

“My dress? What’s wrong with my dress?”

Jessica wrinkled her nose and surveyed me as if I were a bug, and not a cute bug like a roly-poly bug or The Very Hungry Caterpillar or whatever. Like a really hideous bug. Like one of those spider-cricket hybrid things that hopped straight out of a hell dimension and into the dark, drippy corners of your basement. “It’s, like, very 1960s. But not in a sexy Woodstock way. In a ‘I’m about to join a hippie murder cult’ way.”

“I got it at TJ Maxx. It was on sale.”

Jessica snorted. “Probably for a reason.”

“That’s it. I’m giving all the hippies in my new murder cult your address.”

She and Angela laughed. Mike and Eric, the missing pieces of our daily lunch puzzle, were preoccupied with a campus protest to convert fried fish day (Thursdays) into tacos day. I sympathized with their efforts, but didn’t feel that my one-week tenure as a Calawah University student gave me much right to go around overhauling the dining hall schedule.

“I doubt she’s actually offended by a dress,” Angela said, nibbling on French fries that shed grains of salt like snowflakes.

Jessica sighed dreamily. “But Lucy’s just so fashionable...and that accent...” She drifted off into some daydream which began—I could only assume—with Lucy’s invitation to go shopping together and concluded with marrying Ben on some lush tropical island in the South Pacific.

Lucille was definitely fashionable, especially today: short black dress with sheer sleeves that ran to her fragile wrists, black polka dot tights, black heeled oxfords, dangling ruby earrings like beads of blood. She would have blended in perfectly at Paris Fashion Week. Rami was wearing a cardigan and khakis, per usual; Joe was in dark fitted jeans and a roomy U Chicago hoodie despite the fact that Forks was at minimum a thirty-four hour drive from the Windy City. What did Angela say his major was? Finance? No, Mathematical Economics. So he’s probably aiming at Chicago for an MBA or Econ PhD someday. Angela had told me that Joe was wicked smart. He better be if he’s entertaining fantasies of grad school at the University of Chicago.

Scarlett had come straight from Fencing Club and was wearing bright pink yoga pants and a t-shirt with the sleeves cut out, sprinkling Hot Cheetos into her open mouth, her blonde hair secured in a tight French braid. You know those girls who are so irrationally, gluttonously, unfairly beautiful that it doesn’t seem possible the genetic lottery could spit out so many winning numbers at once, and you comfort yourself with the certainty that there must be some set of circumstances that would level the playing field—I bet she looks like anyone else without all that makeup, she just has a really good sense of style and knows how to maximize her assets, there are definitely some goofy oversized ears hiding beneath that hair and that’s why she always wears it down—and then one day you run into them wearing sweatpants and a ponytail in the tampon aisle at Walmart and they’re still so perfect it stings you, baffles you, makes you feel like there must have been some divergence in the evolutionary chain because there’s no freaking way you’re the same species? Yeah, Scarlett was one of those girls. Scarlett was the queen of those girls.  

Ben was conspicuously absent from the table.

Scarlett’s pink leopard-print iPhone rang and she answered. “Hello?” She turned to Joe. “Dad says you left your phone at home. Do you need it?”

Joe was gnawing his way through his third slice of pepperoni pizza. “No, I’m good, thanks though.”

Scarlett relayed the message. “Dad says he’s going to bring it by just in case.”

“Oh my god, ScarJo, I’m fine! Tell him not to!”

“Dad says he doesn’t trust you and he’s going to be here in fifteen minutes. He’s also bringing the Game Theory homework you left by the hot tub.”

Joe groaned and rolled his lively dark eyes as Rami grinned at him; Lucille was still watching me and entirely oblivious.

“Isn’t it weird that Ben and Lucille have accents?” I asked Jessica. “That they’re from the U.K.? I didn’t think fostering kids was an international thing.”

“It’s not that weird. Dr. Lee is British too. Maybe there’s some kind of exchange system, I don’t know. But you know what I do know?”

“What?” Now my interest was piqued.

She smiled. “That the British accents are hot.”

“Ugh,” I exhaled involuntarily.

“Please get a hobby,” Angela begged Jessica. “Start a YouTube channel. Make care packages for orphans. Grow marijuana. Adopt a cat. I have a shift at the animal shelter this Sunday morning, you want to come with me?”

“Sorry, can’t. I have a temple thing.”

Temple on Sunday. The mystery is solved. She’s a Mormon for sure. I mentally resolved not to let her set me up with anyone unless I was still single on Valentine’s Day. Which, obviously, assuming I’m not dead in a ditch somewhere, I will be.

I gathered up my trash and slung my backpack over my shoulder. “Okay, well this has been a bizarre lunch to be completely honest, and now I have to go to Chemistry so I’ll see you later and hopefully we can brainstorm some more alternatives to Jessica’s current life trajectory on Monday. Because I am not looking forward to being a bridesmaid in these impending Lee nuptials.”

“Oh please!” Jessica lamented. “He doesn’t even know I exist. You, on the other hand...”

I scoffed. “Yeah, he wants to kill me. I truly have a gift.”

They waved as I left. I could feel Lucille’s eyes on me until I reached the door.

Sure enough, Ben wasn’t in Chemistry. I tried not to notice. I drew my atoms, wrote my equations, took my notes diligently and in my favorite sky blue ink. But I felt the emptiness in the chair next to me like a black hole, like an immense and dragging weight, like a snag in the fabric of all those interwoven strands of physics that orchestrate the universe like an immortal puppeteer. Why can’t I forget this guy? Why do I still feel like I’ve met him before?

Halfway through class, I hauled my emergency sweatshirt out of my backpack and pulled it on over my dress, floral and flowing and golden yellow like the sun, the sun that never shines here in Forks. I had liked it plenty under the florescent lights of the fitting room at TJ Maxx, and I had still liked it this morning; but Jessica’s words hummed around in my skull like wasps. The zipper of the sweatshirt was broken, but it accomplished the task of obscuring my dress well enough.

After Chemistry, I journeyed to the campus library to find a book I was supposed to read and present for a different class. I looked it up in the computer catalogue, spent an embarrassingly long time trying to figure out how the Dewey Decimal System works, eventually wound up finding the book on the highest floor of the library...and, to add a little extra peril to the mission, on the highest shelf. The book mocked me from its lofty, unattainable stronghold. The title was embossed in gold letters down the crimson spine. The Walruses And Me: A Transformative Experience. Idiotic title, I’m aware. It’s about some marine biologist who spent months alone in the Arctic studying the lifecycles of walruses. A noble pursuit, sure, but still a terrible title.

There wasn’t a chair or stepstool in sight. I tested my weight by stepping up onto the second-lowest shelf. The metal immediately squealed and shifted in protest. I retreated back down to the carpet, defeated by gravity. I scowled up at the book and sighed melodramatically. Ugh.

“Need something?”  

I spun around to see Joe in his University of Chicago hoodie and pale flawless skin and intangible magnetism, that bewildering trademark Lee ethereality. I instinctively crossed my arms, clutching the sleeves of my sweatshirt, shrinking inwards like a startled armadillo in the Arizona desert.

“Are you, uh, anemic...?” he ventured.

“Oh no, I’m not cold. I’m just trying to hide my dress. My friend said it was too hippie-murder-cult 1960s.”

I figured he’d laugh, make a snide comment, maybe just blink in confusion. Instead, he glimpsed down at my dress—what could still be seen of it, anyway—and shook his head. “The neckline isn’t right for the 60s. And you seem like you’ve showered at least once in the past two weeks, so definitely not a hippie.”

I smiled, completely unexpectedly. “I didn’t realize Econ majors knew anything about leftist counterculture.”

“Disparaging it is our favorite pastime. Are you trying to get a book or are you just disrespecting university property for entertainment?”

I pointed. “The big red one.”

“The Walruses And Me...?”

“I know, it’s a horrible title. Not my personal preference. It’s for a class.”

“Bestiality 101?”

“Good guess. Marine Mammals.”

“Ahhh.” He glanced up and down the aisle, tapped his chin with agile fingers, pondered something I wasn’t privy to. “Turn around for a second.”

“What? Why?”

He waved his hand mysteriously in front of his grinning face. “It’s a magic trick. I’m going to make your problem disappear.”

“You can’t climb that,” I warned. “You’ll fall and break your neck. Or you’ll knock the whole shelf over and cause a tragic domino effect and the university will withhold your diploma until you pay them restitution.”

“I’m extremely athletic.”

“Are you sure?” I appraised him with exaggerated skepticism for comedic effect. “My dad refers to you only as the spindly annoying Lee.”

Oh my god, WHY did I say that?

Now he would definitely hate me. Now I’d have two mortal enemies on one campus. I mentally calculated how humiliating it would be to transfer to some Florida college, any Florida college, after only one week at Calawah. Hi mom, yeah I’m coming to live with you and Paul, a gang of hot pasty foster kids wants to slaughter me.

Instead, Joe threw back his head and cackled wildly. A librarian—mid-fifties, angry red hair from out of a box, fuzzy cat sweater—glared into the aisle and shushed him.

“Chief Swan...he actually...he calls me that? Really?!” Joe managed, wiping his leaking eyes. “That’s hilarious. I’m so glad my life is in his hands. Okay seriously, turn around.”

“Why would you help me?” I asked suspiciously.

“That’s just what I do. I’m a friendly guy.”

“This friendliness must not run in the family.”

Again, Joe’s cheerful demeanor didn’t falter. “You mean Ben? Forget about Ben, he hates everyone. Don’t take it personally.” Then he added: “Plus, as I’m sure you know, we’re not biologically related. No overlapping genetic material whatsoever. I didn’t get the male supermodel gene, he didn’t get the irresistibly charming gene, life’s not fair but the world keeps spinning.”

“It sure does,” I agreed softly. Unexpected wisdom from my new favorite Lee. I turned away from him. “Fine, I’m not looking, go ahead and dazzle me with your supernatural friendliness—”

“Done.”

“What?” I whirled around. Joe held The Walruses And Me in his hand. “How...did you...?!”

He passed me the book as I sputtered incoherently. “I told you. Magic trick.”

“I don’t....?!” I gawked up at the top shelf, at Joe, back to the top shelf. Sure enough, the space where The Walruses And Me once lived was now just a vacant slit in the row of dusty books. How could he have climbed up there that quickly? How could I not have heard anything? “The shelves didn’t even creak,” I murmured shakily.

“Yes, well, that’s due to my conveniently spindly physique.” Joe winked. “Any other problems I can help you solve at the moment, Baby Swan?”

“No. And don’t call me Baby Swan, or I’ll push this whole bookshelf over and tell the feisty librarian lady you did it.”

“That’s cold, ma’am.”

I liked that Joe didn’t make me feel like Ben did: unworthy, unloved, infuriating. Joe made me feel something else, something lighthearted, casual, buoyant; like the world didn’t have anything in it worth worrying about, regretting, agonizing over. Like unadulteratedly myself was all I ever needed to be.

I heard a muted buzz and Joe slid his iPhone out of his jeans pocket. Dr. Lee must have successfully delivered it. “Whoops, I forgot that Ordinary Differential Equations existed. Got to go. See ya.”

“Bye,” I replied. And then Joseph Lee was gone, very quickly, a little too quickly, the same way that Ben had vanished on that first afternoon after Chemistry.

Forks is weird. Calawah University is weird. And the Lee kids are super fucking weird.

Long Walks On The Beach

“Can I ask you a random question?”

“You just paid me $100 for an oil change that took fifteen minutes. You can ask me anything you want.” He grinned, flashing bright teeth and deep dimples.

It was Saturday afternoon. I had shoveled down a Chipotle veggie bowl as Archer changed the 1999 Accord’s oil in a small garage with a cracked concrete floor and the searing pungency of gasoline fumes thick in the air. He had apprenticed all through high school and rented his own shop after graduation. Archer now had a loyal clientele that encompassed virtually the entire Quileute reservation and a growing chunk of Forks...including Charlie and me, of course. Archer was the only child of Larry Foxchild—Charlie’s best friend since they worked together at Dairy Queen as teenagers—and the closest thing to a son my dad would ever have. I guess that made him like a brother to me, something that seemed intuitive now that I’d thought of it.

After the Accord was serviced we drove it down to La Push to walk on the beach, climb the salt-lashed rocks, toss pebbles into the roiling surf, reprise our childhood enthusiasm for poking dead washed-up marine creatures with shards of driftwood.

“Do you know anything about the Lees?” I asked Archer, investigating a deceased green shore crab.

His brow furrowed. He looked so serious like that, suddenly so much like Larry: the same tan skin, jet black hair, umbral eyes like oil wells, strong jaw overlaid with the stubbled shadow of a beard. We really aren’t kids anymore, are we? “The doctor and his kids?”

“Yeah. The foster kids. They’re really pale and strange and half of them are British.”

Archer chuckled. “I know who you mean. They’re hard to miss.”

“Are they...” Just eccentric rich people? Traumatized from abusive childhoods? Government experiments? CIA agents? Secret murderers? The image of Ben in that first Chemistry class came roaring back to me, including the adjective that had flashed red behind my eyes like an emergency exit sign: fierce. Finally, I decided: “Dangerous?”

Now Archer full-on laughed, gripping his belly, shaking his head. Drops of saltwater flew from his short hair. “Seriously?!” he exclaimed. “Come on, they’re freaks but they’re not, like...that kind of freaks.”

“Are you sure?” I was starting to feel better already. Of course they’re not actual demons, you fucking idiot. This is Washington, not The Twilight Zone or Black Mirror. Not goddamn American Horror Story.

“Yeah.” Archer skipped a grey pebble over the water, something I’d never been able to do. “I’ll be honest, I don’t know them all that well. They usually keep to themselves. But I’ve never heard anything bad about any of the kids. And everyone respects Dr. Lee and appreciates him for taking the pay cut to come to some bumblefuck town like Forks. He’s insanely highly credentialed, has degrees from Harvard or Yale or somewhere like that. Super impressive. We’re lucky to have him. I definitely sleep better at night knowing he’ll be the one to fix me up if I ever get a few fingers ripped off on the job.”

“Don’t even say that. Then who would I grossly overpay for oil changes?”

Archer smiled, then sobered as he peered out over the Pacific Ocean.

“What?” I asked, feeling a plummeting in my guts like primal fear.

“Well...okay, so there is one thing that’s always bothered me. You remember Grandpa Foxchild?”

“Yeah, of course.” He had been an impossibly ancient man with long grey braided hair, a low rumbly voice, gnarled arthritic hands, ceaseless wrinkles. I remembered Charlie calling me when he passed away last spring. Renee and I had picked out a flower arrangement to send to the funeral.

“So,” Archer said slowly, like he was still puzzling it out himself. “Grandpa used to say things like ‘That Dr. Lee has been around a long time.’ Which of course makes no sense, the Lees moved here like two years ago. And I’d tell Grandpa that, but he completely ignored me. He would just keep repeating it. ‘That Dr. Lee shouldn’t still be here.’ ‘That Dr. Lee should go on home to where he came from.’ ‘That Dr. Lee isn’t right.’ Creepy shit like that. My dad and I always assumed it was the dementia talking, but...I don’t know. It just bothered me. Because Grandpa...he wasn’t just being gossipy or suspicious. He was angry. And he was afraid. Grandpa was at Guadalcanal and Iwo Jima and he would talk about that no problem, mention landmines or flesh melting off a soldier’s face like it was nothing. He was a tough guy. Immeasurably tough, I’ll never be half the man he was. But if you mentioned the Lees, Grandpa got scared. Why the hell would he be so scared of them?”

I didn’t have an answer for him, not a single word. I just stared at Archer, my eyes growing huge, my heart sprinting, blood pounding in my ears. He knew. Grandpa Foxchild knew there was something off about them, and now I know it too. I don’t know how I know, but I do.

Archer tittered nervously. “Anyway, that was genuinely disturbing. But like I said. It was probably just the dementia.”

“What if it wasn’t?”

“It had to be,” he insisted. “There’s no other logical explanation.”

“I guess,” I agreed, scooping up the green shore crab corpse with my bare hands. I hurled it out into the waves, imagined it sinking through murky water and suspended grains of sand, the body settling into prehistoric silt, the scavengers descending upon it, the inescapable wheel of birth and death and resurrection through those who unwittingly carry our atoms with them into the next generation, into the perpetual future.

That night my dreams were full of pale skin and scorching eyes, Ben and Joe and Rami, Lucille and Scarlett, crashing waves, cold water and bleached bones; and Grandpa Foxchild’s mistrustful refrain: That Dr. Lee has been around a long time.

Benjamin

I soared down the staircase and through the dining room. Gwil was working late at the hospital, Mercy outside tending the animals, everyone else presumably scattered throughout the house. I had to get out before anyone noticed me. I had to get out without Rami or Lucy knowing.

I yanked open the door to the back porch. Rami was waiting there.

“Good evening,” he greeted me in that slow, thoughtful drawl.

“Stay the fuck out of my head.”

“You know how it works, Benny Boy. I can’t ignore the loud thoughts. And you’ve been having some very loud thoughts lately.”

I stared down at my shoes, all black Adidas. Black is good. It doesn’t show stains. For example, purely hypothetically, splatters of human blood and organs. “I can make it quick. I can make it painless.”

Rami’s aura flared maroon; not enraged, no, not quite that, but certainly revolted. I was always finding new and horrifying ways to revolt them, whether I was trying to or not. “She has a family, Ben. A father. You know Chief Swan, you’ve seen him around town. He’s a good person. She’s a good person. You really want to do this? You really want to relapse like this?”

I didn’t reply. I didn’t have to. Hearing thoughts is a tricky thing, and not a gift that I would ever want; unspoken words are rarely a steam and usually a storm, disjointed and twisting, interrupting each other, bottomless layers of whispers and screams. But I was sure Rami could catch the important parts: that I didn’t know the difference between good and bad people, that I didn’t know what to think of people at all, that for me her blood was not a desire but a compulsion. I couldn’t stop envisioning it spilling over my tongue and teeth, down my throat, hot and pulsing erratically and fading. “Why can’t you hear her? Why can’t I see what she’s feeling?”

Rami shrugged, characteristically placid and restrained. It was maddening. “There are seven and a half billion people on this planet. So maybe every once in a while you get one that lives in our blind spots, there’s something chromosomal or psychological that puts them on a different frequency. I don’t know. How the hell should I know? All I know is that you definitely shouldn’t be seriously considering...well. What you’re considering.”  

“Have you ever met someone whose thoughts you couldn’t hear before?”

“No,” Rami admitted; and was that a ghost of unease that crossed his face?

“Please, Rami. Let me go. Pretend you never saw me.” My words come out strained, hushed, like a spilled secret, like a confession. I’ve never wanted anyone’s blood like I want hers.

He heard that; I could see the dismay in his eyes. Now his aura is dark grey, almost black. Disappointment. Resignation. Mourning. “I told you what Lucy saw.”

“What she saw is impossible and you know it.”

Again, Rami shrugged. That blind, mindless faith. I wished I knew what it felt like. “She’s never wrong.”

“Have you told him?”

“Who, Joe?! Of course I haven’t told Joe. He...”

“He wouldn’t believe it either?” I snapped, like it was a victory.

“No,” Rami amended carefully. “No, he would believe anything Lucy saw.” Lucy had visions: flashes of the future, the past, the present. They were rare and unpredictable, often fragmented, snapshots rather than arcs. But they were always true. Or, rather, the other Lees claimed they were. The real Lees. “I don’t know what he would do about it,” Rami said finally. “So I’m waiting it out. And killing one of the primary participants is definitely not waiting it out.”

I seethed as I glared at him, hating him in that moment, hating myself only slightly more; and he heard that too. But then that wispy, fleeting haze around him was a pink like the last threads of sunlight sinking into the Western horizon. Forgiveness. Attachment. Love.

“Come with me, Ben,” Rami said gently, opening the door. “Come back inside. You can beat this. You’re better than this. You’re a good soul. You wouldn’t be with us if you weren’t.”

I tried to laugh. It came out like a snarl. “I haven’t had a soul in a long time.”

[heartofwritiing]

Lies

Paring(s): slight!Actor!Mark x fem!reader, Darkiplier x fem!reader

a/n: #16 from this prompt list. “All he ever did was use you. Why can’t you see that? “

Ive changed this fic some many time and have been writing and editing it for WEEKS so here it is! Its really rough so please ignore any mistakes I had to edit this myself and If i missed something please just ignore it lol I just really wanted to get this out! This is my take on ending 31 from a heist with markiplier hope you enjoy! 

this wasn’t requested Im just in a angsty mood :/

Warning(s): Angst, crying and more angst.

The last thing I remember was walking down a hallway of portraits of people whose eyes were covered with a stripe of black paint. I kept receiving messages from an unknown number and when I reached the end of the hall the last painting had Mark standing on a staircase in a red robe that started peeling away then my vision went black. I felt sick, my head was pounding with pain and my body felt heavy. I opened my eyes to more darkness and ringing in my ears. two arms engulfed me into an embrace. I tried pushing away but I was too weak. Their voice went through my ears making me wince.

“Name?”

The voice turned into a hushed whisper, my hearing started coming back slowly making everything sound muffled.

“Please, can you hear me?” the voice pleaded.

My eyes slowly lifted open revealing nothing and I began to panic. Was I dead? No, don’t be dumb Name. The person said my name again pulling me from my thoughts and the gears in my head began to turn. I looked up and wanted to cry. Damien?

“Damien,” I whispered.

“He’s here darling,” he said reaching his hand up to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear, a gentle touch that made my cheeks warm up.

I was confused at his words and the way he had spoken, the tone of his voice seemed sad and hurt Dameins eyes searched mine. I had been quiet for a few minutes. I was trying to process how he was here.

“It's alright you're safe now” He smiles softly.

I think he could tell I was dazed and confused but what did he mean by safe? My head is aching, pounding pain shot through my brain as I tried to remember anything. This didn’t feel real and everything just felt hazy. It felt like a dream and I had to know if I was awake.

“Kiss me,” I blurt out.

  He seems shocked for a second probably thinking this wasn’t this time nor place to do this but I needed to feel him.

“I need to know this isn’t a dream or some fantasy of mine,” I tell him.

  Without another word, his hand reached down under my chin to tilt my head back up. His black soulless eyes connected with mine for a moment before he pressed his lips to mine. A knot formed in my stomach when he grabbed my hips bringing our bodies closer, my breath hitched, our lips brushing against each other made my head spin. I reached up to tug on his hair and he let out a breathy moan into my mouth. Pulling away our breaths mixed and his eyes were clouded with lust. This felt real. The feeling of his chilled lips was real. He was real.

  “Did that feel like a dream?” He breathed out. God. Butterflies were punching the inside of my stomach trying to break free. If I had the physical strength to lean up on my toes to kiss him again I would. All I could muster was a little nod, he chuckled

“I’ve got to get you away from here,” he spoke after a minute.

   Damien took my hand in his leading me through the nothingness and my mind began to race with questions. What was going on, I needed answers and I wasn't going to be pushed aside anymore. It has always been like this. I would forget everything and be dragged around by everyone and I was fed up with the games. I stopped and yanked my hand out of Damien’s grip. He turned to me, his face frowned pure confusion across his face.

“Name, I don’t have the time to explain-”

“No!” I shout. I was tired of being scared

“I want to know what's going on, no more lies or secrets Damien.” I was so frustrated, tears started welling up in my eyes.

   Damien sighed, clenching his fists, trying to suppress his anger. He walked closer to me and placed his hands on the sides of my face and everything turned white. Flashes of people, memories flooded through seeing a mansion and then a group of people playing poker. the night of Mark’s poker game, things went horribly wrong. The whole event was a trap in order for him to get revenge. I died. He took over my body, throwing my soul into a mirror and prisoning me for a hundred years. until Mark had found me and erased my memories replacing them with one of me and him together. Lastly, I saw how Damien became this new form he called himself Dark and that Damien was gone forever but he still had his memories.

   My vision returned to see Dark standing away from me now everything was coming back into my brain slowly. My mouth fell open and I remembered, Damien was the love of my life, and to hear that he was dead broke my heart. I started to cry again, grief, sadness, and anger rolled into one coming out as a sob. How could I forget?

“For all these years I thought you were gone,” His voice was trembling.

  I stared at him as he stood a few feet away from me, tears rolled down his grey cheeks and onto his white suit.

“I never forgave myself for killing you,”

  “I don’t understand why Mark would do all of this,” I said, but I understood it completely. I just didn’t want to accept the fact Mark became mad with jealousy and wanted to make William miserable.

  “He’s our friend. Friends would never do anything like this,” my bottom lip started quivering.

“He wouldn’t, he-”

   Dark said my name in a hushed whisper and grabbed my shoulders slightly causing me to look up at him as he began to speak.

  “I know it’s hard to understand any of this but, he’s been manipulating you, Making you forget everything, Forget me.” He said. “Mark is not a good person and I have to get you away from him.”

   I didn’t want to accept what Mark had done. Mark had been there for me when we were kids and always have been so close, I wanted to help him. Dark had explained that Mark’s mansion overtime began to host some sort of entity to put ideas into his head, and it conjured up this idea of getting all the people who wronged Mark together to get revenge. I wanted to help my friend even if he was being controlled. I could tell Dark was reading my thoughts. I could see it in his eyes, he clenched his jaw screwing his eyes shut.

He inhaled before he opened his mouth to speak.

  “You’re not actually considering helping him.” His teeth grit. “After what he’s done, to you, to all of us.” His voice raises and the light around his form pules red. I try not to think about it, maybe it was just this place or my eyes tricking me.

“He’s our friend, Damien,” I plead.

His jaw clenched.

“That’s not my name anymore,” He said bitterly.

  I was shocked at his words. He was angry with me, now I really knew Damien was gone.

   “ALL HE EVER DID WAS USE YOU. WHY CAN’T YOU SEE THAT!?!” Dark yelled, suddenly gripping my arms harshly.

   I jumped, the whole area around us shakes and feels like it's cracking, falling apart at his outburst. Darks aura was buzzing and glowing red showing off his anger and frustration. After a moment his body relaxed and his shoulders dropped, he mumbled an apology I barely heard and stood up straight. Dark struggled to stand when he fell backward suddenly, I grabbed his hands so he didn’t hit the ground trying to keep him on his feet but something was pulling to let my grip go.

  I squeaked when Dark fell back and yanked me with him, his back hit the floor with a thud that echoed and our chests collided. I groaned and slowly sat up on his thighs our hands still laced together as he sat up

  “Its Mark, he knows I’m with you,” His eyes stared into mine and I could’ve sworn for a moment that they shifted into a dark brown color. My heart swelled thinking that those were Damiens eyes looking through. “He’s trying to separate us again.”

  “I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry,” he spoke in a regretful tone. “This is the only way I’ll ever be able to see you again,” Dark lifted his hands to the sides of my head again, his eyelids closing in concentration. I was bracing myself for what was about to happen and soon sleep began to take over my body and my eyes fell closed.

~

  Dark cradled a unconscious Name against his chest stroking her hair every few seconds. He knew it made her calm even if she wasn’t conscious, he knew she could feel his presence and the feeling of his fingers in her hair. He sat there in the darkness like for the past hundred years being stuck in his own head. Names body began to disappear and Dark was alone; she was with Mark now and would be until he found her again. And could finally take her to a safe place forever. He looked up into the void, praying she would be safe soon.

~

  I stood in front of the museum beside Mark yawning and trying to fight my eyes shutting. I looked down at my timer watch and the numbers 2:30 am looked back at me. I looked down at my satchel and belt making sure I had all my tools and my grappling hook was secured to my hip. I sighed before turning to Mark to see him checking his equipment as well.

“Why are we doing this again?” I ask.

Mark’s head lifts to catch my eyes for a second then going back down.

  “You said you wanted to go on another adventure right?” He reminds me.

   A heist at almost three in the morning when I should have been asleep was not what I meant by going on a crazy adventurer. Going on a trip to Europe like we’ve always talked about maybe but not the local museum in the town we lived in. Mark said that what we were stealing had some importance to it so I was willing to help my friend out.

   “Yeah but I’m tired, you should have at least made me coffee before we left so I could actually function.” I scowl. He shakes his head and laughs. 

   Mark takes his grappling hook off his belt and walks towards the brick building raising his arm he pulls the trigger and the hook goes flying up and catching the ledge of the roof. I do the same and we both walk up the side of the building tiring to be as quiet as possible walking to a small open vent that leads into the museum. I follow Mark’s lead and begin to think this was a bad idea and should’ve kept my mouth shut last week but continued.

[dirtydobrik]

you aren’t here to kiss me - d.d.

plot: the reader and David get into an explosive fight on New Year’s Eve, resulting them spending the night (and many of the following days) apart. 

author’s note: hi! this story is inspired by the song “you ain’t here to kiss me” by brett young. it has a bit of angst, but i’m not the best at writing fight scenes because i like when the characters and stories get happy endings, so this is an attempt. i hope you guys enjoy reading my work!

word count: 2.25k

read part two: can’t say goodbye

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"David, I'm not having this fight with you right now," you sighed, throwing clothes into your suitcase. This was the third time you two would have had this fight in the last week, and you couldn’t even count how many times you've had it in the past.

You and Dave had flown to Chicago for Christmas and your friends had landed yesterday to spend New Year's Eve with David's hometown friends.

This fight was one you two had fairly often: his vlog. For months you've been complaining that you feel like he does certain things just for content, and a few days ago you had mentioned that you think the Christmas present he had gotten you was just for him to get a reaction for his vlog. He had gotten you a silver Cartier ring that matched the ones he had, but your ring had an engraving in it, the date you two had started dating and his initials.

"It's a promise ring," Dave grinned as you helped it up and gasped.

"Oh my god, I love it," you said in a whisper. "And you. God, I love you."

"I love you too, babe." he beamed, taking the ring from your hand and sliding it on to your right ring finger. He leaned in planted a kiss on your lips.

As you admired the ring on your finger, you noticed that David's camera was recording, and your stomach dropped a little. Of course he was recording an intimate moment between you two.

"Oh, I almost forgot," David said, pulling you back into reality. "I wanted to get you a little something else, too." He handed you an envelope. Inside were two plane tickets to Aspen. "I know your dream vacation is to go skiing on the Swiss Alps, but since I can't leave the country, I figured Aspen was our best bet," he grinned.

"Dave," you started. You were overwhelmed by the gifts, and you genuinely appreciated them, but part of you couldn't get over the fact that he was filming it. It felt insincere, like he only wanted to get a reaction for his vlog. But it was Christmas, and you didn't want to fight, so you didn't bring it up. "Thank you so much. I love you, bub."

"I love you more," David whispered, snuggling up next to you.

"This makes my present for you seem super lame," you giggled, resting your head on his chest.

"Nothing is ever lame if it comes from the best girlfriend ever," he smiled, kissing your forehead.

You had forgotten that you wanted to talk to David about recording your reaction until he asked you to watch his vlog before he posted it and he had included the clip.

"Do you have to put that in?" you asked quietly, looking down at him.

"Do you not want me to?" he asked, and you knew he would take it out if you told him to.

"It's just," you sighed, trying to figure out what to say. "It was a personal moment between the two of us, bub. And sometimes I think you forget that not everything you do has to be for the vlog." 

"Babe, I didn't put the clip in. What are you mad about?" he argued.

"God, David, that isn't the point!" you shouted, turning to face him. "You never even answered my question. Did you only get me the ring for your vlog?"

David hesitated to answer the question, which you took as a yes, even though he had answered with a no. Your heart shattered.

"Fuck you, and your vlog. We're done!" you shout, pulling the ring from your finger and throwing it onto the floor. You grabbed your phone and purse and sprinted out of the room, David quickly following behind you.

He quickly caught up to you, begging for you to talk to him in the elevator ride down to the lobby. Instead you called an Uber and ignored him.

You stood outside in the freezing cold Chicago winter, realizing you didn't have your jacket. You didn’t have anything with you as a matter of fact aside from your purse. David was still next to you, and he pulled his hoodie off and handed it to you. As much as you didn't want to take it, a small part of you did. You gave him a small smile as you put the sweatshirt on, but still not wanting to talk to him.

"Can you at least tell me where you're going?" he begged.

"Home,"  you answered coldly. He didn’t know if you meant back to LA or to your parents' house, and to be honest, you didn't know either.

When your Uber arrived, you climbed in without saying anything to David. As soon as you shut the door, you started to cry. Looking out the window, you noticed David standing outside sobbing. This felt like the beginning of the end of your relationship, and as mad as you were with him, you weren't ready to say goodbye.

It was just after 9 o'clock when you got to the airport, and you bought a ticket to San Francisco, since that flight would be boarding in 20 minutes. It was also a good distraction, since David most likely assumed you would be going to LA, and you were, you just didn't want to go there right now, in case he came to the airport in search of you.

You quietly boarded your flight, finding your seat. It was a window seat, the rest of the row being empty. The plane was half empty, with couples scattered about, including an annoying one in front of you. They were driving you crazy with all the kissing and cuddling they were doing, but it reminded you so much of you and David whenever you traveled together, and your heart ached for him. 

The flight attendant came around handing out glasses of champagne just before midnight to cheers to the new year, and as you took a boomerang for your Instagram story, you realized that you won't share a new year's kiss with David, and your heart breaks. You posted your boomerang, saying "Flying solo with only this glass of champagne to kiss at midnight." And shortly after you posted, you began getting calls and texts from your friends wondering where you are and why you aren’t in Chicago, but you ignore them. You aren’t in the mood to explain anything, and you most definitely overreacted to the situation. There was no reason you should be sitting on a flight alone instead of sharing a kiss with your boyfriend.

The pilot came on the intercom and did a countdown to the new year, and you wanted to cry. You buried yourself in Dave's hoodie, wishing he was here with his arms wrapped around you. You watched the couples around the plane share sweet kisses with each other, and you downed your glass of champagne. A few minutes later, you asked the flight attendant for something stronger, and she poured you two vodka sodas.

"Going through a break up?" she asked sympathetically, handing over one of the drinks. You weren't sure how to answer that. Technically you and David didn't break up, but this was by far the worst fight you two had ever had. You told her you didn't want to talk about it, and she continued on down the aisle.

When you landed, you booked a flight to LA. That flight didn't leave until 7am, so you have time to kill. You thought about calling David, telling him that you overreacted, but you couldn't. You weren't in the headspace to do that. When you finally landed in LA, you decided to talk to someone.  You called an Uber and sent Natalie a text, asking her to tell David that you were in LA and that you still didn't want to talk to him. She immediately called you.

"What's going on?" she asked. "Dave didn't tell me you left Chicago. He said you weren't feeling well and didn't want to come out, so he stayed in too, but he locked me out of his hotel room. At least, until we saw your Instagram story. He called me as soon as he saw it."

"Are you with him now?" you asked, suddenly afraid that he would be listening to everything you said.

"Yes, but he's in the shower. He bawled like a baby to me earlier, you know. He thinks you left him forever."

"We got into a fight and I overreacted. It was stupid and wrong. I would never leave him, I just couldn't." You were fighting back tears at this point, wanting so badly to just hug David and apologize. "Can you tell him that I'm sorry and that I love him when he wakes up? And that I'll talk to him when he gets back to LA. I don't want to ruin the rest of his trip."

"Yes, I'll tell him, but you should really be the one to tell him. He won't trust it if it's coming from me."

"I know, but I can’t think straight right now. I don't know if I'll be able to say anything."

"Are you sure? He just got out of the shower, I can put him on the phone," she suggested, but you rejected it. "At least send him a text, he needs to hear it from you that you're okay," she said before you two exchanged goodbyes and hung up the phone.

After finishing your phone call with Natalie, you contemplated sending David a text, but you couldn't. You knew you had to be the one to reach out to him first, since you were the one who left him. You knew he was debating with himself about whether or not he should call or text you, and he had most likely decided against it, assuming you didn't want to talk to him. But you so badly wanted to say something to him, so you did: hi bub, i love you and i miss you and im sorry. i just need some space. talk to you soon. 

A few minutes later, you got a screenshot from Natalie of her and David’s text conversation. David said he would be staying in Vernon Hills until the end of the week to give himself time to clear his head. 

The next few days felt endless without having David by your side. He had missed his last upload, posting an instagram story saying he was sick and still at home so he didn’t have time to film anything, and that the next vlog would be up when he was back in LA. You knew David was spending some time away from vlogging and was with his family. The family you had been with just over a week ago. They had welcomed you in with open arms, and now you were responsible for breaking David’s heart.  

Natalie had given you a heads up that David was flying home today. You just wanted to hug him and tell him that you loved him and missed him. 

The next day around 7pm, you headed over to David’s house. You needed to talk to him, and from what your friends were saying, he wasn’t talking to anyone. You had given him a day of being back in LA before ambushing him. You sat in your car for almost thirty minutes before working up the courage to knock on the front door. Standing out on his front steps, you almost turned around after knocking, not entirely sure you were ready to face him. But you swallowed your pride and fiddled with your fingers while you waited for someone to open the door. David walked up to the door, confused as to why you were here. 

“Can we talk?” you asked in a low whisper. 

“Why? You said we were done.” David said, staring blankly at you. His eyes were empty, there wasn’t a flicker of hope in them. He was wearing gray sweatpants and a black hoodie, and it looked like he hadn’t showered or shaved in days.  

“I was angry and upset. I didn’t mean it,” you plead, looking for any sign of remorse from him. 

“You left the fucking state!” he shouted, startling you. David hardly ever raised his voice at you. “You can’t just run away when something goes wrong! Yes, you had every right to be mad at me, but God, you can’t just disappear on me.” 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, tears flowing down your face by now. David’s cold eyes softened, he hated seeing you cry. Without saying anything, David wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in for a hug. You were sobbing at this point, and you knew he was crying too. “I’m so sorry.”

David didn’t know what to say. He was still in love with you, but he wasn’t sure he could be with you. It was his turn to say it. “I love you, I really do. But, I need space. You should go.”

Your arms dropped from around his waist and you stepped backwards. This couldn’t be the end, you wouldn’t let it. But this wasn’t a decision for you to make. You were the one who left, and you were the one who had to walk away until David decided he wanted you back in his life. So that’s exactly what you did. You walked away.