#I just wanted an excuse to call him a manwhore

[blondwhxrewrites]

"Okay everyone, raise your hand if you think Mattheo is a manwhore." Pansy cackled, leaning back into the couch and raising her hand. It didn't take long for everyone in the room to raise their hand, and in that moment Mattheo realized that friendship was bullshit. Everyone had betrayed him, and they were all dead to him.

"You all suck," Mattheo grumbled, huffing out smoke from his cigarette.

"And princess, put your hand down."

Even his own girlfriend was against him—this was an absolute travesty. 

[buckylovinglokivariant]

Casual >> Johnny Storm

pairing: johnny storm x popstar!reader (no use of y/n)

word count: 3.7k+

summary: Johnny always meant to keep it casual with you but unfortunately for him, he wasn't so good at sticking to his word this time.

warnings: angst, johnny being his asshole self, hopeful ending

a/n: big thanks to my beta reader, mati! love you so much. her idea for a summary was "manwhore fucks around and finds out" which i thought deserved an honorable mention. this fic was inspired by my (believe it or not) first watch of fantastic four so enjoy and don't forget to reblog!

read part 2 here!

Johnny did not want to be here. Not here as in at a concert, Johnny loved concerts. Loud music, hot girls pressed right up against him as they either tried to flirt with him or get closer to the stage (both were fine by him), and lots of recognition from giggly blonde things that liked to cling to him in photo-ops. All that stuff was fine by him, truly. What he did mind was that it was your concert he was at. He hadn’t spoken to you in months, not that his sister or Reed or Ben knew that. To them, you just weren’t around the Baxter Building as much because you’d been on tour. But the truth Johnny had been avoiding since you blocked his number was going to be difficult to ignore when he was watching you sing your heart out for the next two hours.

Susan had been raving about this concert since before the tour had even been announced to the public. You’d told her about it yourself, offering up four tickets for the whole fantastic Reed-Storm-Grimm family to go. It was a few weeks before you and Johnny fought so you were still around their home all the time, hanging out with Johnny or even just with his sister or on occasion, even Reed or Ben. Johnny watched from across the room as you confessed to his sister how much you would miss spending time with them while you were on tour, so they just had to come and see you perform when you were back in New York. The tickets were special, you’d said–they would give them wristbands and let them backstage to see you after the show. Susan had been thrilled. Johnny, not so much.

You’d been going out for months out of the public eye, at Johnny’s behest. “It’s just casual anyway so what does it matter?” he always insisted. He knew it bothered you whenever he said it but stupidly, selfishly he kept saying it anyway. When it all blew up in his face, Johnny really hoped his sister would forget about the tickets altogether. Boy, was he wrong. And he’d insisted to his family for months that you were just friends so he couldn’t exactly use the excuse that you’d broken up, now could he?

It wasn’t until you were nearing the end of your set that your eyes found Johnny’s and you both froze. Thankfully you were between numbers so you were able to get your bearings quickly and continue thanking the crowd for their enthusiasm, but when you caught his eye a second time very much on purpose before holding your pointer finger up to the audience and then strutting upstage to talk to your band, Johnny’s stomach turned to lead. When you turned back around, you were looking at anyone but him.

“So the band and I were talking and we really want to thank you for being such a fantastic audience tonight. I mean, obviously I can stand up here and say ‘thank you’ a hundred times but I really don’t feel like that’s enough, you know? So to thank you, we wanted to give you guys a fun surprise. How does that sound?”

Everyone except Johnny squealed with excitement.

“I’ve been working on a new song the last few months while touring. And if it’s okay with you, I’d really like to sing it for you live for the very first time right now. Is that okay with you?”

If not for the sudden feeling of cotton in his ears, Johnny would have had to cover them with his hands with how loud the audience around him screamed. When you next locked eyes with him, you were smirking into the mic. Johnny gulped.

“This song is called ‘Casual.’”

Oh shit.

My friends call me a loser / 'Cause I'm still hanging around / I've heard so many rumors / That I'm just a girl that you bang on your couch

I thought you thought of me better / Someone you couldn't lose / You said, "We're not together" / So now when we kiss, I have anger issues

ELEVEN MONTHS AGO:

If you asked Johnny, he wouldn’t have been able to tell you what the gala was for. It was probably some fundraiser for charity or other that Reed organized so they could stay relevant, but Johnny had been to enough of them to know he wouldn’t be the one talking about anything of substance anyway, so he’d long since stopped paying attention. Normally these sorts of things were boring. The people with real money were the old, boring white collars with no personality aside from their wine and boat-in-a-bottle collections. Fortunately for Johnny though, this particular event seemed to be much more laid-back–younger crowds, louder music, shittier alcohol. And if there was a party, Johnny always had to be at the center of it. So there he was on a Friday night, getting drunk off his ass and grinding to the music with New York’s young elite.

He couldn’t tell you why you in particular stood out to him. There probably was a reason at some point but he was much too drunk at the time for it to stick in his mind for long. All he knows is that one moment he was standing at the bar and the next, he was downing the rest of Ben’s drink (ignoring the consequent protests), handing him back the glass, and making his way over to you. You were standing on the outskirts of the room, surrounded by similarly young and attractive girls who were chatting your ear off (or maybe it was the other way around). He wordlessly sidled up next to you, slipping an arm easily around your waist. You turned your head just enough to side-eye him, but you reluctantly allowed the gesture.

“Do I know you?” You asked stand-offishly.

“Nope,” he popped the ‘p’ obnoxiously, “but you will. Can I talk to you for a minute?”

You looked over to your friends for approval and while they looked as suspicious as you, they generally shrugged in acquiescence.

“I don’t see why not.”

You looked him up and down appraisingly, handing off your drink to the girl next to you and allowing him to lead you across the room to a hidden corner.

“So? What did you so urgently need to pull me aside for?” You crossed your arms, stepping just out of his reach.

“Why so suspicious?” He raised his hands in surrender. “I just wanted to ask where you got that dress from.”

You cocked an eyebrow and he watched you search his face for an ulterior motive. Apparently finding none, you replied: “It’s Armani.”

“Armani?” He repeated, raising his eyebrows with intrigue. “Damn. It’s beautiful.”

You waited impatiently for the punchline.

“Would look better on my floor though,” he winked.

“There it is,” you rolled your eyes, unimpressed, before turning back toward your friends.

“Hey, come on!” He stepped in front of you, stretching his hands out to stop you. “Don’t be like that. Can’t blame a guy for trying.”

“If you want to sleep with me, Johnny Storm, you’re going to have to try harder than that.”

“Full name!” He smirked, pleased. “I wasn’t sure you knew who I was for a second there.”

“I could spot your hot head from a mile away, Storm. And if I couldn’t, the terrible pickup line would have given you away.”

“Ouch,” he jokingly clutched at his chest. “Go figure. What’s your name, sweetheart?”

You leaned to the side to peek at your friends over his shoulder before sighing and giving him your name.

“Oh, shit. Like the singer?”

You nodded your head slowly, mockingly.

“Well damn, I really did hit the jackpot, didn’t I?”

“You know who I am?” You questioned him, not expecting him to enjoy your style of music.

“Duh, my sister won’t stop playing your music,” he tried to deflect onto Susan.

“And you know that because…?” You pushed.

He froze before awkwardly moving to rub at the back of his neck. “Because I… maybe… have listened to a few songs myself.”

“So the Johnny Storm is a fan,” you nodded, pleased with the revelation. “I’ll be sure to tell my publicist.”

“How about a deal?”

He took a risk and stepped toward you. You let him, though you pinched your eyebrows with skepticism.

“Go on.”

“You can tell your publicist whatever you want as long as you let me take you out of this place.”

You watched his cocky resolve flicker behind his eyes as you walked toward him, not stopping until your chest was pressed fully against his. You craned your neck to press your mouth right up against his ear.

“Only if you let me take you out of that suit afterwards.”

You’d be lying if you tried to pretend that was the last and only time you saw him. As much as you tried to resist (which admittedly wasn’t much), you continued seeing him. It was purely physical at first, him calling you at ridiculous times at night to fulfill a need or vice versa. But eventually, you found yourself seeking him out for reasons other than the physical. You craved his company so you’d invite him over for dinner or a movie, just in the privacy of your own apartment. When you finally visited the Baxter Building, it was only on the condition that you would be in-and-out and no one would see you. He’d been successful in sneaking you up to his room without anyone seeing. It was the getting you out that failed.

“Johnny, dinner!” A woman’s voice called and Johnny jolted away from your lips.

“Shit,” he muttered. “I gotta go.”

You blinked a couple of times, struggling to pull yourself out of the floaty headspace you always fell into when kissing Johnny.

“What?”

“You gotta go,” he grabbed your hand, pulling you up off the bed. “Come on, I’ll sneak you back out.”

You snatched your purse up off the floor as Johnny tugged you toward the bedroom door, opening it to make sure the coast was clear before dragging you quietly toward the front elevator. He’d just pressed the call button when the same female voice from before called out.

“Johnny, what are you doing over there?” The voice got louder as footsteps approached and Johnny shoved your hand away, covering his face with a groan. “I just told you that dinner was–.”

A beautiful blonde woman who bore some resemblance to Johnny turned the corner and did a double take when she saw you.

“Oh my god, you’re–!”

“Yes, hi, guilty as charged,” you giggled nervously. “It’s lovely to meet you.”

You stepped forward, outstretching a hand for her to shake.

“So you’re the girl Johnny’s been sneaking out to see!” She shook your hand with enthusiasm. “It’s so lovely to meet you! Please, you have to stay for dinner. I’ll have Ben set out an extra place for you.”

“We’re not together,” Johnny butted in, shattering the moment.

“What?” The blonde woman turned to face him, confusion glimmering across her face as you burned red with shame.

“We’re not together,” he reiterated. “Whatever you’re thinking… we’re just friends.”

“Oh,” she gasped, turning back to you. “Well, um, you’re still welcome to stay.”

“I would love to stay,” you smiled at her, embarrassment still burning at the back of your throat.

And as she pulled you away, you couldn’t help but turn around and glare daggers at Johnny before rounding the corner.

You said, "Baby, no attachment" / But we're / Knee deep in the passenger seat, and you're eating me out / Is it casual now? / Two weeks, and your mom invites me to her house on Long Beach / Is it casual now?

I know what you tell your friends / It's casual, if it's casual now / Then, baby, get me off again / If it's casual, it's casual now

TEN-AND-A-HALF MONTHS AGO:

You were in his car, one of the many but you couldn’t say which one this one was. It was dark when he picked you up in it and now you were god-knows-where, the passenger seat fully reclined as you laid half on top of him on it. You were tracing random patterns on his bare chest when he spoke.

“I’m gonna be away for a while.”

You stopped tracing.

“What?”

“She’s got a house on Long Beach,” he elaborated vaguely.

“Your mom?” It was a shot in the dark. You’d never spoken about his home life, nor yours. You didn’t do much speaking when you were together so you only knew about the people you’d met when you had dinner at the Baxter Building. He paused at your question, though you didn’t know why.

“My sister," he clarified. "She’s going up for a few weeks and me and her fiancé are going with her.”

“That sounds fun,” you remarked offhandedly.

“Yeah,” he snorts and you eye him, confused at what was so funny. “They told me to invite you, actually.”

You couldn't help the smile that crept onto your face.

“Johnny, I would love to–.”

“I told them you were busy.”

And then the smile was gone.

“Oh.”

It was silent for a moment, neither of you moving, both of you hardly breathing.

“Do you want me to take you home?”

“Not yet.”

You leaned up and kissed him again, drowning out the emotional turmoil that was rapidly threatening to consume your thoughts.

Dumb love, I love being stupid / Dream of us in a year / Maybe we'd have an apartment / And you'd show me off to your friends at the pier

TEN MONTHS AGO:

You hadn’t seen or heard from Johnny in a couple of weeks. Sure, he said he would be gone for a few weeks but you knew he had your number, which meant was a choice not to call you, not an inability to. Maybe you were just being stupid. You’d only been going out for a month, after all. And even calling it “going out” was a stretch. You had to face the truth at some point–you were just one of his conquests. He probably wasn’t even in Long Beach. He probably just needed an excuse to stop seeing you.

But as much as you tried to convince yourself of your idiocy, you couldn’t help but imagine having a life with him. You could get an apartment together or even just move into the Baxter Building with him. Either way, you wouldn’t mind. Maybe you could even have both and switch between them whenever you felt like it. Maybe next time he’d bring you to the Long Beach house and show you off to his family and whatever friends he probably had there.

Stop it, you scolded yourself. You’re being delusional. You have to move on.

That was when he knocked on your apartment door.

I know, "Baby, no attachment" / But we're / Knee deep in the passenger seat and you're eating me out / Is it casual now? / Two weeks and your mom invites me to her house on Long Beach / Is it casual now? / I know what you tell your friends / It's casual, if it's casual now / Then baby, get me off again / If it's casual, oh, oh, oh

It's hard being casual / When my favorite bra lives in your dresser / And it's hard being casual / When I'm on the phone talking down your sister

SIX MONTHS AGO:

“Please tell me he’s not with you,” Susan begged you over the phone. “Or that he is! Honestly, at this point I don’t know which is worse.”

Johnny watched you with amusement from where he was sprawled out across your sheets, naked as the day he was born. He definitely either saw Susan’s name pop up on your screen or heard her voice from across the room. Either way, he knew exactly who had called you and why.

“Uh… I’m not sure how to answer that question.”

You put a finger to your lips, making sure Johnny stayed quiet, before putting her on speaker.

“Well, if Johnny just so happens to be there, would you please remind him that we have a very public, very live television appearance that he’s supposed to attend which starts in twenty minutes.”

You caught Johnny’s eye and inwardly swore when you saw the sudden panic enveloping his face. He leapt out of bed, reaching for his own phone, and started whispering a chant of curse words when he saw what time it was. You threw your phone on your bed, ignoring Susan’s questions about what the noise was, and began throwing Johnny’s clothes from the floor at him. As he dressed himself, you began searching through your wardrobe for an outfit of your own that wouldn’t make it obvious from the wrinkles what you had been up to just before rushing to the studio.

“Um, yeah, I don’t know where he is, Susan. So sorry. But if I happen to see him or um, am able to get him on the phone, I’ll make sure to let him know.”

“Oh, god, I’m going to kill him the next time I see him. I swear, I’m going to take his phone away for a month!”

“You can’t do that, I’m an adult!” Johnny retorted absentmindedly as he fastened his belt before freezing.

“Jonathan Lowell Spencer Storm!” Susan bellowed from the other end of the phone.

“Damn it, Johnny!” You cursed him out as you desperately searched your wardrobe for your favorite bra.

“It’s in my dresser,” he reminded you, picking the phone up from your bed and handing it to you. “I’ll go. You stay here.”

“Johnny–,” you began to protest.

“I’ll get there faster if I flame on by myself anyway. I’ll see you later.”

He kissed your cheek before running out the door.

“Five minutes or I’m kicking your ass, Johnny!” Susan called after him.

“Susan, I am so sorry," you apologized on his behalf. "We lost track of time–.”

She just sighed.

“It’s not your fault. My brother is… not the most responsible person in the world, to say the least.”

You snorted.

“To say the least, yeah.”

“Okay, he’s a total blockhead.”

“You can say that again,” you rolled your eyes affectionately.

“But I love him,” Susan added. “And so do you, if I’m reading it correctly.”

“What!” You screeched. “No, I don’t. That’s ridiculous. I would never… Johnny’s…”

“He feels the same way about you, if it helps.”

“No, he doesn’t,” you replied honestly. “And even if he did, he would never admit it so I’ll take what I can get.”

“Hey–.”

“It’s fine, Susan. Have a good interview. I look forward to seeing it.”

You hung up.

And I try to be the chill girl / That holds her tongue and gives you space / I try to be the chill girl / But honestly, I'm not

THREE MONTHS AGO:

“I can’t do this anymore, Johnny.”

Johnny couldn’t tell you what had started the argument. To be perfectly honest, he’d thought the night had been going really well. He’d taken you to a fancy restaurant to celebrate right before you left for your big tour. You were in a secluded booth in the corner where no one would recognize you or even see you and… oh.

“Do what?” He blinked, forcing the lighthearted smile to remain on his face.

“Do this,” You gestured to the restaurant around you. “Going out on dates and pretending like everything is fine.”

“I thought everything was fine,” Johnny protested.

“It’s not, Johnny!” You smacked your hands on the table causing the silverware to clank together. “It never has been!”

“Tell me how you really feel,” he grumbled under his breath.

“Johnny, you can’t just… introduce me to your family, and kiss me, and take me on dates for months and then pretend like there’s nothing there. Like there’s nothing between us. I can’t… I can’t go on tour for six months wondering how you feel about me–if you think about me, if you’re waiting for me, if you’ll even want me when I come back.”

“I told you at the beginning, baby. I’m a no-attachment kind of guy.”

“Well, it doesn’t feel very no-attachment, Johnny!” You snapped at him and his jaw snapped shut. “Look, I try to be the chill girl that holds her tongue and gives you space when you need it but honestly? I’m not. I’m not like that, Johnny. I love you, and if you don’t love me back then I think we’re done.”

“You think we’re done?”

“That’s all you have to say? After all that?”

Well, Johnny never claimed not to be an asshole. And he certainly never did things halfway.

“Well I don’t love you, so if that’s how you feel then maybe you should just go.”

You sat there, panting, choking back the tears you refused to let him see if he was going to treat you like that after everything you’d been through over the last eight months.

“Go to hell, Johnny Storm.”

You grabbed your coat and purse and ran out of the restaurant. That was the last time he saw you.

Knee deep in the passenger seat, and you're eating me out / Two weeks, and your mom invites me to her Long Beach house / I know what you tell your friends / Baby, get me off again

I fucked you in the bathroom when we went to dinner / Your parents at the table, you wonder why I'm bitter / Bragging to your friends, I get off when you hit it / I hate to tell the truth, but I'm sorry, dude, you didn't / I hate that I let this drag on so long, now I hate myself / Hate that I let this drag on so long, you can go to hell

PRESENT:

It was the last thing you’d said to him. “Go to hell.” He deserved it, in all honesty. It was true that he’d never been one for attachment. Meeting you, sleeping with you, continuing to see you even when he knew it was a bad idea, it was all the biggest mistake he’d ever made. But he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you since you walked out on him, and seeing you up there onstage just cemented it–it was also the best mistake he’d ever made. And as he looked down at the wristband adorning his wrist, he made a vow to himself: He was going to fix things with you. No matter what it took.

[hp-hcs]

teenage dirtbag — yandere! asshole! theodore nott x obsessed! gn! reader x barely mentioned! enzo berkshire

requested

y’all be writing some long ass requests, so i’m posting this without the ask ✌️🥲

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“He’s not a slut!”

“Yeah, well, you only think that ‘cause you want him to sleep with you.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “I’m not just in it for the sex, dipshit.”

Harry snorted. “You’re also not not in it for the sex.”

“Are you calling me a slut now?” You asked, pressing a hand against your chest in mock-offense. “I thought we were friends, you two-faced bitch.”

“Anyways, my point being,” Ron interrupted. “He’s a violent manwhore druggie with a superiority complex and daddy issues. He’s a serial cheater, a Slytherin, and a literal Death Eater, Y/n.”

You nodded in acknowledgment as you thought about the very valid points he brought up. “Yeah, but he’s hot.”

“I swear to Merlin, Y/n-”

~~~

“‘…I think you’re really cute and funny, and-’”

“What are you idiots doing?”

“You’ve got a secret admirer, Notty-boy,” Mattheo snorted, waving the letter he was holding.

“‘Secret’.” Draco mumbled, putting the word in air quotes.

The rest of the boys crowded around Mattheo, snickering as they read the love letter over his shoulder.

“You’ve even got flowers, Theo,” Blaise pretended to swoon. “How romantic!”

“L/n’s fuckin’…obsessed, man,” Mattheo shook his head in disbelief as he looked up from skimming the letter in order to point to the small pile of Valentine’s Day gifts that had been left on Theo’s bed.

Theodore groaned. “Salazar- I just don’t understand how they don’t get that I’m not into them.”

“Problems in your love life there, Nott?” Draco teased.

“They’re just so…clingy. And obnoxious. Constantly following me around ‘n shit.”

“Yes, having someone who’s head over heels in love with you must be so difficult,” Enzo deadpans. “However do you manage to survive?”

“Oh, shut up,” Theo scoffed.

~~~

“Here comes your worshipper, Nott,” Malfoy snickers, surreptitiously pointing towards you, who was making a beeline over to the Slytherin table.

“My- ah, shit.”

Theo frowned in annoyance as his friends burst into raucous laughter.

“Hi, Nott!” You greeted cheerily, a light blush on your face. “I was wondering if you’d like to go down to Hogsmeade to get a butterbeer with me?”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes at your feeble attempts at flirting. It was common knowledge that Theodore Nott didn’t do committed relationships, so why were you still trying?

“No.”

Your face fell. “Oh. Alright, then.”

Enzo glanced over.

“Next weekend maybe?” You tried again hesitantly.

“Merlin- You’re pathetic, L/n,” Theodore finally snapped. “How about you go get a life of your own instead of trying so hard to be in mine?”

You flinched back, your eyes widening, before you turned on your heel and left the Great Hall without another word.

~~~

“Oh- L/n’s here, Theo,” Mattheo snickered, watching you walk over to the Slytherins’ studying area in the library.

Theodore rolled his eyes, preparing for another barrage of mushy gushy romance bullshit. But you merely stepped around his chair with a murmured excuse me and continued down the row.

He watched, startled, as you stopped behind the study area’s couch and draped your arms over Berkshire’s shoulders.

Theo blinked.

Enzo, not even flinching or getting distracted by your sudden presence, just grinned to himself and clasped a hand around both of yours, his thumb rubbing small circles into the join between your wrist and palm as he continued his discussion with Blaise.

Theodore felt sick.

Then he heard you laugh at something Enzo said, and that’s what made him completely lose it.

He fumed. How dare Berkshire even look at you, let alone touch you? Berkshire didn’t deserve you. Who the fuck did he think he was?

You were his.

And Theodore would be damned if he was going to let Berkshire steal you away from him.

[moldy-flowers]

Naruto au where Jiriya comes back to Konoha to adopt Naruto like he promised to do but somewhere along the way they get Tsunade back in the village and Tsunade becomes Sasukes caretaker (She adopts him but neither are comfortable calling eachother mother and son yet so they stick with "The Lady in my house who cooks bad" and "the brat who doesn't appreciate good meals when he sees them")

Then at some point when Naruto and Sasuke are genins Jiriya and Tsunade get married and now Naruto and Sasuke have to live together. There's a really emotional scene of Sasuke having to say goodbye to his old home and its like "oh god its really all over they're not coming back I'm not coming back I can't just leave them behind I need to let go but I just can't do it" and Tsunade calls Sasuke her son for the first time and he totally doesn't cry!!!

Forest of death but Sasuke Sakura and Naruto already know who Orochimaru is, Sasuke knows absolutely not to trust him so the curse mark doesn't really affect him too horribly but it does lead for a lot of tension in the group. Also after being the girlboss she was born to be Sakura decides she can't be protected anymore and bc Tsunade is like, right there she asks her if she can be trained and Tsunade says yes obv. Hiruzen dies purely because i hate that guy but Orochimaru also dies to Jiriya and Tsunade also because I really really hate him too.

Theres the time when Kisame and Itachi visit Konoha and Itachi hears Naruto refer to Tsunade as his mom and Sasuke as his brother and hes GOT to know what's going on so he spies on them and learns that Sasukes been adopted but he sees this moment of Tsunade announcing she's pregnant (what a shocker she was 🤏 that close to never having to worry about pregnancy ever again but Jiriya just couldn't keep it in his pants for another 2 years, the manwhore.) And itachi sees Sasuke realising he's gonna be an older brother and being super happy about it saying he's gonna be the best big brother ever (Hades hangs his laundry on the bar its so low all he's gotta do is not kill everyone and he's already better than Itachi) and Itachi is like "ah man but how's he gonna get stronger there's no hatred in there i need him to do my suicide for me!!!" But Jiriya noticed he was there and confronts him a little later but see Jiriyas a little smarty pants and has been living in Konoha for years and always knew there was something fishy with the massacre and danzo so Jiriya just bluffs his way to the truth (Phoenix is that you?) And he's like "look Sasukes ur brother but he's my son now, he has enough nightmares and enough trauma and enough trust issues to last him a lifetime feck off and if you wanna die so bad then kill yourself and don't use your brother as a tool for ur suicide" <- I may be projecting a bit but ANYWAYS Itachi and Kisame have to leave Konoha bc Naruto is under watch by Kakashi, Tsunade and Jiriya and they are NAWT winning that fight.

Skip to shippuden era Sasuke v/ Itachi fight but Itachis been skipping out on his meds!! (He did it because he's a nerd loser guy who thinks "oh man sasuke isn't angry or filled with hatred and overall living a really terrible and unfufilling life he's probably so weak i need to stoop down to his level") Oh no so hes really super sick and Sasuke has picked up a lot from Tsunade so he knows Itachis time is near and although Sasuke really wants Itachi dead he's like "fuck it, dude you absolutely ruined my life and gave me trauma I'm never ever going to recover from sometimes I still wonder if my friends or family are going to turn around and kill me do you know how fucked that is why the hell did you even do that I don't want some bullshit excuse tell me" like he absolutely chews that loser (derogatory) out and Itachi is like, "kk ill tell u everything" and Sasuke is RUINED and he takes like a long 30 minutes of silence between the two just sitting there for Sasuke to go like "Itachi, I don't... think I forgive you. But I understand why you did it. I would have done it too" And its very emotional!! That moment is all Itachi needs bc he was sort of barely clinging onto life as it is and now that he's got peace he can finally die and they share a really sweet moment before he goes :(

And when Sasuke gets home and cries, (this time he can admit it cause he's a big boy now and understands it's okay to feel) to Tsunade he calls her his mother for the first time and its so ahaishahabnabsjsjnd

Anyways they all lived happily ever after the end no wars no nothing all over bye bye

[kitorin]

OUR SPRING

004. dating

"Date me."

"Excuse me what the fuck-?" It wasn't the most elegant way to respond, but it was still one of the most reasonable.

His face was still barely inches away from yours, you expected to notice whatever the media concealed. Any blemishes, scars, acne, maybe even a pimple or two. But somehow, he has none of those. As excessive as it sounds, it was safe to say that he was completely flawless. At least in a visual context. Even in a dark, barely lit janitor's closet his skin still seems to glow, while radiating youth and beauty.

He breaks out into laughter, as if this was peak comedy. "I don't think it's in the way you're thinking of right now... Sorry to disappoint you, darling." For the first time you notice his dimples, which also seemed to complement his face greatly.

The thought of ripping out his luscious hair flits through your mind.

"First, call me that again and I'll make sure no one wants to cast you as a male lead again. Second, if this isn't a weird confession, what is it?"

Concern pinches his features, but they soon return to his usual confident expression.

"We're only going to fake a relationship. It'll benefit both of us."

"You're a fucking idiot, you know?" You could understand his thought process, but at the same time you found this proposal ridiculous.

"You have such an elegant and sophisticated manner of speaking" He comments sarcastically, soon shutting up with a glare from you. "Please listen."

It seems like a waste of time, but you still permit him to explain with a nod. He finally moves back a bit. "How would this work? Won't we just look like manwhores if we're suddenly dating someone else?"

"Which is precisely why we aren't suddenly together. We've been dating throughout the past term, but kept it secret due to not being ready for publicity. That's when the Kira rumors began, right? And you've always denied every single one?"

You nod. Everything's slowly piecing together. "I have. So we're going to make it look like we've been dating this whole time, but due to wanting privacy Kira took advantage of it and tried to make it look like I liked him?"

"Precisely. We're kinda villainizing Kira here, but personally I don't mind. I don't think you do either."

"I don't. But how exactly does this benefit you? Will I have to start posting on social media? Won't I look like another one of your partners?"

Chigiri pauses for a moment, as if he never thought of those possibilities, and was currently improvising a solution. "Well, first off, we'll keep you faceless whenever possible, and I'll make posts on social media. Second, you being with me would help confirm it when the other idols deny the scandals. Think of it as further evidence for our denial."

It was honestly a great idea. Sure, collaboration with a celebrity and having a bit of public exposure was risky but when the media is convinced it'll persuade your classmates too. Chigiri notices this hesitation of yours, and goes even further to sweeten the deal.

"I'll take full responsibility if anything happens. I'll compensate you too."

You blink. It was flattering to know that he knew of to take ownership of his actions but the offer still shocks you. "I appreciate it... but why?"

"I'm dragging you to unfamiliar territory in a way. I'm also proposing this. The compensation is non negotiable." He finalizes your deal, waiting for your answer.

You pause for a moment. Was this risky and possibly stupid? Yes. But it's the only solution available at the moment.

Besides, it's not like anything was entirely risk free, right?

"Let's do it." He's been a celebrity for a long time, he knows what he's doing.

The serious and stern expression he wore dissipates, now one of victory and joy. "Great."

Before you could continue speaking, he unties his hair, ruffling it and tucking his hair tie into one of his pockets. His lithe fingers go up to his shirt and start unbuttoning the top few, while his teeth dig into his lips. Just when you're about to question what he's doing, you realize. Chigiri's already preparing for this act of yours, swollen lips and messy hair, it looks he's been making out.

To accentuate this, he goes even further, pulling out lip balm. He rubs a bit of the pink substance on his neck, careful with it's placement to replicate the aftermath of kisses.

Before you could ask if this was too far or not, he interrupts.

"May I?" His hands reach for your hair, as you allow him to with a nod.

Chigiri's slim fingers gently dishevel your hair, slightly ghosting over your scalp. Although he had intended to create the image of you two having a steamy make out session, the two of you rather juxtaposed each other. Chigiri looked like he came straight out of a romance drama (which is, in one way true), as the male lead that everyone swoons over, perfect everything and ethereal. The embodiment of the ideal man.

On the other hand, you looked like you had a rough night, tossing and turning, and forgetting to brush your hair in the morning.

With a slight tilt of his head asking if you were ready you nodded in response, as the door opens and you're both soaked in light once more.

You weren't sure what exactly to expect, but nothing movie or drama like happened. No one froze in their tracks to question what they were witnessing. Whispers fluttered within the hallway, accompanied by gasps and shocked questions.

To further amplify your facade, Chigiri wraps an arm around your waist, the sensation's new and unfamiliar, but it's warm and oddly comforting.

For the first time, you walk out of school with eyes on you, staring at you with curiosity and great interest.

THREE | FIVE | MASTERLIST

PAIRING. chigiri hyoma x reader

SYNOPSIS. school gets overwhelming with constant rumours and accusations, thankfully someone is willing to help. but what happens when this mutually beneficial agreement escalates into something more?

GENRE. social media au, fake dating, idol / actor au

TAGLIST. @izzylovestnbhd, @angelchigiri, @punkhazardlaw, @silly-ez, @y-sabell-a, @mellozhi, @luvlunazx

© kitorin : do not repost, plagiarize, change, or translate

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KIDD; toxic ex

summary: a very angry name meeting her ex, eustass kidd, on a wedding. kidd finally having the balls to give her the closure she deserves. wc: 2669 warning/s: toxic ex, stress eating, kidd being vulnerable, lots of anger in the descriptions, afab reader, hurt/comfort, happy ending

you don’t know yourself either why you’re on your nth glass of champagne trying to distract yourself from whatever the fuck is happening a few feet before you. there he was, a tight fucking three piece suit that clad this detestable redhead you call your ex.

he was already distracting enough from his lingering gazes during the wedding itself; you always catch his eye and he wouldn’t break eye contact, he’d smirk cockily at you while that chick called his “date” for killer’s wedding nearly fucked herself on his lap, or how he’d always bump onto you while his girl toy clings onto him like a disturbed koala. he’d always find ways to get under your skin.

just like now, that chick clad in glittery red was slobbering that manwhore’s face while his eyes were directly drilling into you; almost saying hey, look how much i don’t give a fuck about you knowing that he left unfinished and resentful business with you.

“what’s the matter, name?” law snapped a finger before your face, searching for the ‘wrong’ in question on your eyes. “you’ve been quite distracted since we got here.”

“o-oh of course, don’t worry about it.” you brushed him off with a smile. “think i had a little too much champagne.” you chuckled, putting the glass down to calm down a little.

“well, if it makes you feel any better. i’m on my second bottle already.” your date’s attempt at leading you on some random bullshit he’s cooking was surprisingly successful, he was pretty funny in a way that his sarcasm mirrored the deadness in his eyes.

in your oblivious state, kidd was awfully pissed at how that stale doctor clad in a boring suit of blue had you smiling, laughing, and hitting his shoulders like that. he had you completely under his spell earlier. he was fuming when he saw how you clung onto his tattoed arm or how he lulled you by those dull eyes. if only that bastard of a surgeon didn’t butt in, he would’ve had you running to him right now. it’s the only reason why he’s putting up with this insatiable bimbo that brushed his ego too much.

he wanted you to feel so much resentment, he wanted you to feel that acidic bile rush up your throat just like how he’s feeling right now when you won’t even bat an eye at him, he wanted you to feel hot and angry, he wanted you to crawl right back at him. because come on, he’s not gonna do that himself despite how badly he yearns for you. he wants you, he misses you so much he would do anything to try and catch your attention. just like how he’s stomaching how noxious this blond’s perfume is. he wanted to smell your perfume once more, to have you in his arms and not this nuisance.

so kidd tried advancing his plan, he led his date to somewhere only you would see, a place where it perfectly aligns your line of sight. he made sure to have an arm around her as he walks by you, bumping on your table intentionally and apologizing like a jackass afterward while his bimbo rolls her eyes at you. you’ve decided to smile bitterly and let it slide.

you knew what he was trying to do; pinning that chick up the wall, brushing his fingers by her arms, waist, down to her legs, and violently shoving his tongue down her throat. you felt your eyes burn at what you just witnessed. your throat started going dry, maybe that’s the reason why your first instinct was to grab the entire bottle of champagne you and your date was sharing and proceeded to excuse yourself from that circus.

you went to the buffet area, chugging down that champagne bottle forcibly. not too long after all reason and sanity gradually faded away from your consciousness. and now, you feel better than ever. you lost track of time and found yourself grubbing on the foods everybody was too full to snack on, dancing on the dancefloor in a way that would strip everyone off of the respect they initially had in you, and singing shamelessly in the karaoke.

killer and your best friend had tried stopping you but guests are alreadu dispersing since it’s already midnight and they knew how that redhead fucked you up. for kidd though, this was truly heartbreaking to watch. he knew the pain he had caused but… he still let his pride weigh in than to help you.

“look here,” your friend called out to kidd. “i’m the bride and this is my wedding. you are basically under my command. so why don’t you pick your shriveled up balls, remember your manners my best friend taught you, and help that poor woman you left, you detestable manbitch!”

“sweetie, he’s… got issues.” killer tried calming her down, rubbing her shoulders.

“but that’s no excuse to not deal with the mess he made!” she stomped on the floor. “she did not only play my best friend but also this poor chick that got blacked out drunk!”

“alright, i fuckin’ heard you loud and clear.” he waved his hands in an attempt to dismiss her, a scowl on his face. “i’m not promisin’ anythin’ to turn pretty though.”

if it weren’t for killer’s hand on his bride’s shoulder, kidd would’ve been pummeled to the ground by now.

he made his way to you by the buffet area that was almost empty, saddened by your depressing state. “if it weren’t for the slut of a man who only made out with someone he doesn’t even know at his best friend’s wedding!” you sarcastically nudged him in the arm.

“you’re quite the show tonight, doll. reminds me of how chaotic we met.” he towered over you, hands in his pockets. “mind stopping any time now?”

“what right do you have to tell me that? got bored with your plaything?” you snorted, grabbing more tacos and stuffing them in your mouth.

“i see you haven’t lost your habit to stress eat.” he gestured the buffet waiters to take away the trays before you got to them.

“get the hell off my face before i kill you with whatever i have.” you dismissed, finally facing him and glaring at him. “go have your knob slobbered or something, you’re making my food go bad.”

he sucked in a breath of disbelief. “alright, look.” he snatched the plate away from you, raising the plate higher so you wouldn’t reach it. “they sent me here to stop you, not get criticized by you. what makes you think i voluntarily did this, huh?”

he kept pulling the plate away and you continued on your struggle to reach it. “fucking give me that! i don’t care! i don’t even understand what you’re talking abo-” and just like that, you two fell on the floor tangled on each other’s limbs while the food had embarrassingly coated you two.

“look what you did!” you two said in unison.

the bastard still found it in him to cock a smirk, place a hand on your waist and say, “the last time we were in this position it wasn’t food that coated us.”

you immediately flushed beet red from your ears to your face, his dress shirt’s three unbuttoned buttons as your face was buried on his chest certainly did not help in getting rid of the hotness you are feeling. you continuously hit him until he let go of you and you pulled yourself up before rushing to the bathroom with tears in your eyes.

killer and his bride stared at him with utter disappointment. he shrugged his shoulders and said, “i stopped her from stress eating, right?”

“you were supposed to fix up things with her, you bonehead!” she flicked kidd’s forehead. “get your ass back up because YOU have made another mess you have yet to clean up.”

kidd knocked at the ladies’ room, faintly hearing your sobs that twinged at his heart. he stopped knocking when he heard your dismissals, you thought he had finally left from the silence and had resumed to cry.

after half an hour of calming yourself down, you finally decided to leave the room. only to find kidd sitting on the floor beside the door of the ladies’ room, clutching a bottle of scotch. he glanced up at you, waving the bottle as an invitation.

“what makes you think i’ll say yes?” your voice was heavy with tears and snot.

“let’s just say hearing you cry did a lot of things than break my heart and i want to make it up to you.”

“and how do you plan on doing that? i’m not staying as much as a meter from you.”

“‘s what i thought.” he picked you up by your bum and carried you like a sack of potatoes. “this is the closest i’ll ever be to having a chance to talk to you without you walking out on me, i’m not missing any chances.”

“put me down, you fuckhead!” you drummed at his back, repeatedly pounding on his sturdy back and pulling on his hair. until you soon got tired and gave up, giving into the alcohol that soon took over most of you.

he took you to his car, fastening your seatbelt and taking in your beauty as you dozed off. he resisted the urge to kiss you, to touch you. it almost feels illegal to stare at you and be this close to you when he has inflicted a kind of pain that lasted like a lifetime to you. he drove towards your apartment, route still memorized as if it’s engraved in his soul. he then gently shook you awake once he got there.

“hey, hey, get yourself home now.” he tapped on your shoulder. “there goes my chance to talk.”

“why the hell am i in the same car as you?” you furrowed your brows, looking around and realizing what just happened.

“i was hoping to take you somewhere to talk, but you fell asleep when i sat you down here so… i took you to your house.” you could hear the stiffness in his speech, like he was holding something back. “so go, you must be tired.”

“why did you do this? you could’ve just left me there, like you always do. killer and my friend would’ve taken care of me.” you clicked your tongue, resting your chin on your hand that rested on the door.

“because i can’t leave you again.” he said in a low tone that almost exploded into something catastrophic. “i don’t know if i could make it to the next fuckin’ day without you.”

“that’s funny because earlier you looked like you were having the time of your life with that chick who clung onto you like you’ve got a finger up her ass.” you huffed an annoyed breath as something under your skin got more and more uncomfortable. “now you want me to come back?! those months where we broke up are still not enough for you to wake the fuck up and sort your goddamn emotions?!”

kidd bit his lip hard, trying to swallow all the tears that stung on his eyes. he was silent for a while, the silence rang in his ears as your words echoed in his head. “i…was at my best when we were together.” he started, not having the balls to stare at you. “i drank less, i ate more, i laughed more, i cried more, i…loved more. as much as i try to deny everything about you, yo-you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.” he paused to swallow before a single tear fell on his lap “point is, you were so fuckin’ good for me i…don’t deserve you- no, more like, you don’t deserve a shitsack like me.” he scoffed, sniffing and gazing out his window. “but i know that’s not a goddamn excuse for all the assholery i did tonight, and all the ones before.” he finally gazed at you, eyeliner running down the corners of his eye as his lips shuddered under his teeth. “so, i won’t ever… cross your way again. i’ll stay away for good. because you deserve that, name.”

his nose was red and runny and his eyes were glassy. he wiped his nose and got out the car, getting some air. that’s the most in months that he got vulnerable after you two parted.

you couldn’t explain the thumping in your chest, the stinging in your eyes, and the wetness on your cheeks. why were you feeling sorry for this jackass? why did you want to hug him when he said all that? why does your heart feel like it’s on the verge of exploding? why does he still make you lose your fucking mind even when you two are not together anymore?

drunk on the residual champagne and rush of emotions, you also got out of the car and circled around it to meet him on the other side. you stood before him, waiting for him to look at you but he refused to. “look at me, kidd.” you said it multiple times but he still wouldn’t. so you took his face in your hands and pulled him closer.

“that’s all i ever wanted from you, eustass.” your gaze alternated between his muddy eyes. “i wanted to hear how much ‘we’ mean to you, how much you changed because of ‘us’.” you smiled, heavy tears finally streaming down your face. “i wanted to see you face your emotions, i wanted to see you stop denying everything ‘weak’ about you.” you stroked his cheeks, pulling him closer by his neck to hug him. ignoring his genuinely shocked expression that you so much as even get a feet closer to him voluntarily, he still couldn’t process the fact that you intentionally hugged him. he stiffly stood up while you did so. eyes and mouth agape as your perfume inebriated him even more.

the only thing clear to him right now was the numerous cars passing by that almost hit you, his hands reflexively landed on the small of your back to pull you closer. a little whimper escaped your lips from the sudden grip, his metallic cologne making your heart beat twice as fast. “o-oh shit, sorr-” he was about to let go of his grip on you but you held his arms in place.

“don’t ruin it.” you firmly commanded, hugging him tighter by his neck as he did the same on your waist.

you two stayed like that for a while, until no cars were now passing by. you finally let go and he did too, the absence of his touch on your skin left you feeling empty. “it’s late.” you brought up, clearing your throat.

“yeah.” he responded awkwardly, leaning by his car to lower himself to your height. “get your ass home, the dew might get you sick.”

“that part of you still hasn’t changed, i guess.” you laughed bitterly.

“and for the fact that i’m madly fuckin’ in love with you. unfortunately, things’ll change for sure.” once he realizes what he just said, he blushed from his ears across his face. apologizing profusely but you brushed him off. you then strolled to your front door.

“well i suggest you make it up to me, do better. let’s have that change be something positive, yeah?” you followed up, gazing over your shoulder. he had a look of disbelief on his face, not sure if he heard you right. truly doubting that you’re giving him a second chance. something about him made you want to try again with him.

you then bid him good night, telling him to be careful on the way back to his home. that night, you two stayed up video calling each other. catching up, teasing each other, and talking about your differences and the closures you two badly needed.

this has been in the drafts for a while. is this too toxic tho? omg?

[eatommo]

Howling [j.p.]{kd14}

wax play

cw: manwhore!javier, wax play, temperature play, pain kink, angst because Javi is a slut, dea agent!reader, illusions of sexual intercourse, sexual tension, confessions, jealous!reader, not sorry for the gif!

You told yourself the next time Javi called, you wouldn't answer. Sure, he'd pay for the cab and he'd make you breakfast in the morning, but you knew the more attention you gave him the less he'd want to spend time with you.

At least by reputation Javier Peña was a player, you knew of at least a half dozen women just in the office who he used and discarded once the chase was over. You tried to tell yourself you weren't any different, but still you played with fire.

You tried not to dwell on the thought for too long, because even if he was a damn good lay, he was also a damn good liar. He had to be seeing other girls, and you wouldn't, no, couldn't be upset about it.

In the morning, when other men would like to see you sneaking out the door, he'd invited you to stay, making you breakfast, a cup of coffee and offering to take you home to change before you both slinked into the office tastefully just minutes apart.

He knew how to look at you from across the room, the briefest bit of eye contact able to remind you what he looked like between your legs. Walking past him during a smoke break was enough to dredge up memories of his cologne and cigarette-scented pillow you laid on during the latest tryst.

You see him flirting with an informant, briskly walking past them trying not to care or even appear like you notice, because really you shouldn't. Afterall, you know better.

You sleep, ignoring the late Friday night text asking you to come join him at a club for some dancing. Saturday morning you have a missed call, unclear slurred words, and rhythmic music, perhaps to tell you he went without you. You clear the machine without second thought.

You curl up on the couch after indulging in some flan paired perfectly with a cup of rich black coffee as you look over some financial statements of a business that you think could be a front. You're burning a vanilla and tobacco-scented candle you won at a work raffle.

You peace is interrupted, with a rasp of a fist on your door. You take your gun out of the side table securing it in your hand before you approach the door. "Who is it?"

You roll your eyes, recognizing the voice immediately, "Peña." he states as if it should be obvious, "How many people are coming to your door at this hour?"

You open the door just enough to glare at him through the opening, "I must've sent the invitation to the wrong desk." You bite, keeping your features casual.

He laughs, sure that you're bluffing, it makes you even more frustrated. "No one else deserves an invite, I promise." He turns on the charm, his casual shirt is open a few buttons deeper than appropriate.

You don't hide a critical look over his body, wearing jeans that fit into the last decade and holding an unlit cigarette he flicks perhaps by habit. Your gaze narrows, "I'm not going out tonight."

He doesn't miss a beat, "Could I at least get a light?" he gestures inside, figuring you'd at least have home field advantage you reluctantly oblige.

He slinks into the space as soon as he can fit through the door, the clip of his boots on the terracotta floor feel like they reverberate in your chest.

Striding to the table, you pick up the lighter you used for the candle and toss it as you turn to face him, the lighter hits his chest and falls into his arms as he struggles to catch it. You cross your arms, and watch as he lights it with his brows pinched together.

His mouth forms a protest, but you don't let him start. "Look, Javi I have a lot to do."

He pinches the bridge of his nose, "We both know that's a fucking excuse." A long draw ashes half the cigarette, before he continues, "Why didn't you come out last night?"

You take a deep breath, steading your temper, "I have little interest in playing this game with you Jav." He blows smoke into the air, letting the yellow tinted light cast a haze in the air.

"I thought we had fun last week." He shrugs as if observing the color of the sky, "There's a costume party at the Léon. I wanted you to come with me."

Shaking your head, "I'm not interested." You know you're lying, his damn brown eyes bore into your soul, melting your resolve.

"That's just a fucking lie." Javi is growing in frustration, shifting from foot to foot across the room from you. He takes another draw of his cigarette, finishing it and looking in around vain for a tray.

"I don't smoke Jav." You shake your head, going to the kitchen to put a little water in your empty coffee cup for him to throw the butt.

"My beside table suggests otherwise." He follows you, trailing behind like a lost puppy.

"I only-" you catch yourself, not wanting to entertain for any longer than this cigarette, rather not trusting yourself with him for much longer. "I quit."

He shakes his head in disbelief, "What else have you only done with me cariño?" He practically purrs the sentiment, and can see the look in your eye shift, he's more in touch with what you want then you know.

You twist your head and suppress a shutter, he steps across the kitchen closing the distance by half, just a step or two away from you he stops. How much longer before he's kissing you? How much longer before he leaves your kitchen for the last time? "I can't do this to myself." Your heart hammers painfully in your chest, and you swallow the urge to cry.

Seeing tears well in your eyes has Javier's calm demeanor shift slightly, "We can just talk." He reaches back into his pocket, pulling out his pack of cigarettes and slapping them against his palm.

You lower your head, your shoulders heavy with frustration, but as much as you argue, you don't want him to leave. "I don't want to talk about anything."

"I might not be some fairytale prince or even a gentleman, but surely you don't think I'm a monster." He steps closer, now so close you can smell his cologne.

You take a deep breath, pinching your eyes shut letting the silence speak for itself before shaking your head trying to clear the influence of his voice. "Didn't I give you what you wanted?"

He turns on his heel, walks back towards the living room and defiantly sits on the couch. You storm after him, he pulls out a cigarette and lights it with the lit candle. "I haven't stopped thinking about you."

You fold your arms around yourself, the warm atmosphere in your apartment not doing much to calm your nerves. "I've never cared about what women want for breakfast," he continues in between short pauses for deep drags, "and yesterday I went and got enough food for the next few days." The smoke curls from his lips, and you watch in skeptic fascination.

Your eyes bounce between his mouth and eyes, practically begging him to continue his confession. When he looks up and meets your eyes with his, he takes a drag from the cigarette and then turns it and offers it to you. A heartbeat later, you sigh in defeat and move around the coffee table, sitting next to him you take it between two fingers and breathe in the smoke.

As you exhale, you lean forward putting your elbows on your knees. "I wanted to go." You confide, the weight of the sentence hanging heavy in your chest.

You pass the smoke back to him, he takes it from your hand, but doesn't let go and instead holds your hand in his. He nods, "I'm not good at this part. I have been thinking about the way you feel, how my heart feels when you laugh, or how you cling to me."

He inhales, you watch the tip of the cigarette burn, chewing on your lip as your heart flutters in time with the blood rushing through your ears. "Javi." His falls from your lips, breath-catching and the rich smoke making your head spin.

"I can prove it," he's practically purring, shoulder brushing yours. The room light is dim, and it highlights the bridge of his nose and jawline like a piece of art.

Your mind wanders as quickly as his hand traces down your back, delicately with just a brush of his knuckles. The energy between you had started so hostile and heartbroken, and now you teetered on the cusp of pure unadulterated rapture.

He lifts flicks the ash from the cigarette off onto the coffee table, and takes another draw of the cigarette, turning toward you this time, his face mere inches from yours. Unthinking, you lean in and hover an inch from his lips, and suck the smoke from his lungs into yours.

The moment is softer than what you've shared before, but the tenderness doesn't stay long as Javier begins to kiss you like he's a man starved.

His mouth is relentless, licking and biting and tugging all at once. You match his enthusiasm, twisting and climbing onto his lap in a fluid movement. Perched on his thighs his hands run up and down your back, pushing himself up against you for the little friction you give him.

You swallow his groans, holding his face to yours and pressing your chests together. Gathering the hem of your shirt and pulling it up and over your head you separate for the briefest of breaths as it passes between your faces. He leans forward, causing you to sit at a different angle causing your clit grind against the seat of his pants perfectly, provoking a shiver.

His mouth works down the column of your throat, connecting your collarbones and nibbling at the skin on the top of your breasts. One of his hands caressing your ribs while thumbing over the soft flesh of your nipple swollen and sensitive to the prickle of his moustache.

"Do you trust me cariño?" His breath is light as a feather, and if he was any quieter you wouldn't have heard him. You nod, and swear his hips instantly start moving against your own.

Javier reaches towards the coffee table and retrieves the beautifully scented candle and blows it out. You don't really have time to react, but he pulls away from you just slightly and pours the warm wax over the mounds of your breasts.

Instinctually you flinch as the wax burns your skin and trickles over your pebbled nipples with a tantalizing yet surprisingly comfortable sensation. The temperature change is enough for you to break out in goosebumps, Javier runs his thumb across your skin soothingly. "Good girl."

You whimper, the praise making the pain melt away to pleasure. "Again." It's almost a surprise to yourself but Javi complies, pouring more of the white wax over your other breast, it dribbles off the edge of the glass and onto his hands.

He watches in fascination as you submit to him and breathe through the sweet torture of his undivided attention.

[gummybugg]

Meet my OC Blair from Crater City!

hi hi! i brought a detailed character bio! yay! enjoy the headshot i drew!

Inspired by that one picrew @ reelrollsweat made!

Detailed Bio under the cut!

˗ˏˋ [intro]

Name: Blair (he/him)

Role: protagonist

Dob: Jan 10; aged 23

Sexuality: bi

Mbti: esfp

Occupation: in-universe equivalent of an uber driver (which is lowkey illegal since he hijacks auto-cars)

bio / summary: Moves to Crater City from the outskirts for a chance to pursue computer/technology and to find a place he can finally belong. Quits college and his white collar job because they were “too boring,” much to others’ dismay. Once his bff Elijah gets jumped by his supposed creditors, Blair vows to do whatever it takes to avenge his best friend even if that involves getting his hands dirty.

˗ˏˋ [appearance]

Height: 5’3”

Hair: very dark brown, mullet, full of cowlicks

Skin: beige

Eye: very dark brown

build / physique: build to last (chubby/sturdy)

notable features: acne scars, multiple cuts/scars, missing left pinky, slight beard stubble, sharp canines, double ear gauges, double helix piercings in each ear, tongue piercing

clothing style: some random guy who rolled out from under your bed (cargo shorts + a band tee)

˗ˏˋ [more]

tag for your oc: blair, blair core

aesthetic / vibe / tropes: just some dumbass in a post-apocalyptic hellscape; heart motif

traits / quirks: follows his heart, lives in the moment, loyal to those he loves, tries and fails to keep promises, tends to be self-centered/stuck in his head, party animal, turbulent, vulgar at times, will fight even if all odds are stacked against him, noticeably fidgets/stims according to emotion, excessive use of alliteration and odd metaphors, can talk someone’s ear off for hours at a time

quotes: “Let scientists do what they want with this body. There's enough Blair to go around for everyone!” / “C’mon man, get up, you know we can't afford an ambulance!” / “Oh, so you're mad at me because I wanted to avenge my best friend? Excuse me for thinking my best friend’d wanna help me dispose of the body!”

fun facts: croc-enthusiast, terrible driver, perfect at parallel parking, left-handed, has unusual luck

hobbies / skills: going to bars, dancing, playing video games until 5 am, collects knives/road signs/keys/rocks, creates robot pets that don't last very long, knife tricks with his balisong, doodling, creating characters

likes: the color red, frosted animal crackers, sweet food, night driving, talking about his hyperfixations, hugs, rock music, buying shirts with funny quotes on them, listening to Elijah play his guitar/sing

dislikes: being called crazy/a freak, the constant chatter in his head, loud/bright places (when sober), when people don't believe him, the dentist's office, condescending people, the rich

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The Serpent Strikes- Magical Mystery Ride Chapter Twenty Seven

Summary- This a continuation of the last chapter- The Dove and The Serpent. We go back in time a little bit and see things from Chaz's perspective. I confess that I went FULL ON drama and it gets dark.

Warnings- verbal/physical violence, voyeurism, domestic violence

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Previous Chapter- https://www.tumblr.com/starshine-hockey-girl/703003404083068928/the-dove-and-the-serpent-magical-mystery-ride?source=share&_branch_match_id=link-1154860346251412887

Tuesday- January 8th-Chaz’s office-Downtown Philadelphia

Chaz opened Instagram as he sat down to eat his lunch. He checked out his usual people before logging in under his burner account. He loved to keep tabs on his Dovey. It had been almost five years since he had been in her physical presence. He had gladly taken the pile of cash her father had offered in reward for leaving her in peace. She had worn out her usefulness to him and he had grown bored that she no longer posed a challenge. She had not even fought back the last time. She had laid there like a limp ragdoll. Even the sight of the emerging bruises and bloody cuts no longer thrilled him. 

Still he could not control the urge to follow her movements. It had been a troubling development when she had revealed her relationship with Seguin on Instagram in the fall. He had been forced to follow the NHL star to see the complete picture of their relationship. Two things were abundantly clear-she was happy and in love and Seguin was completely whipped.

His eyes widened when he saw her latest post. He couldn't believe it at first. His Dovey was coming to Philadelphia. He had procured tickets to the game already with the purpose of sizing the new man in Dovey's life. He was curious however about the choice of games on her part. January in Pennsylvania seemed to be an odd choice. He looked at the date of the game again, January 10, 2019. He smiled to himself- five years to the date. "How perfect Dovey- come to me, my little. Dovey," he thought to himself. He couldn't be completely shocked that she was coming to Philadelphia in time for Seguin's game given that date fell on their “anniversary”. As much as she pretended that he no longer existed, Chaz knew that she was still controlled by the fear of him. 

He scowled and picked up the phone and dialed Chelsea, his new girlfriend. The fact that she was part of the Philadelphia Flyers social media team was about to come in very handy. When she picked up, his voice became warm and cozy- warm enough to melt butter. 

Chaz: Hello Chels

Chelsea: Hey babe

Chaz: I need a favor. I used to hang out with Tyler Seguin back when I lived in Dallas. I would love to surprise him at his hotel to say hello. Do you know where they stay?

Chelsea: You hung out with Seggy?

Chaz: Yeah, back in my wilder days

Chelsea: I am glad those days are over. Seggy is a manwhore. I will find out and let you know..

Chaz: Thanks, Chels

He picked up the phone and called his buddy, Chandler. They worked together briefly at Chaz’s first job in Philly but stayed in touch after Chaz was fired for taking a swing at a female co-worker who challenged him during a meeting. 

Chaz: Yo Chandler-What’s up?

Chandler: Nothing much. Just watching Harper in her bounce swing.

Chaz: Do you still have that Teddy Bear with the nanny cam?

Chandler: Yeah, we don’t use it anymore. What’s up?

Chaz: Long story- but I need to catch someone being naughty. Can I borrow it? 

Chandler: Sure, want to meet up for a couple of beers tonight?

Chaz: Nah, I’ll swing by and get it

He hung up the phone and saw the text notification from Chelsea and texted her back

Late Wednesday morning- Westin Hotel- Philadelphia

“Excuse me?” Chaz said impatiently as stood behind the tall brunette having a conversation at the concierge desk, “Are you going to be done soon?”

Jamie Benn turned around slowly and raised an eyebrow, “You got a problem?”

Chaz backed down immediately when confronted, “No, no problem. I just need to get this bear delivered and be on my way.”

The concierge cleared his throat, “Sir, I do have that reservation made for you for this evening at Club Risque for the VIP table. Is there anything else you need?”

“Nah, I am good,” he said as he went to walk away to where the guys stood. “All set for tonight.  Now let’s get breakfast. I am starving”

Chaz stepped up to the counter, “Hey, I need to deliver this to Flynn Rider.”

“Certainly Sir,” the concierge checked the room listing, “I see him here in a room. I will get it delivered right away.”

ONE HOUR LATER- hall leading to Tyler’s hotel room

“Come on Seggy,” Benn pleaded as they walked back from breakfast, “If you go, then everyone else will.”

Tyler slid his key over the door lock and laughed, “No.”

They walked into his room and Benn continued to plead his case, “Come on Seggy. It will be fun.” 

Tyler shook his head, “Teddy will be here in a few hours. The last thing I am going to do is to leave her alone in a hotel so I can go to a strip club. Why would I do that?”

Benn made his final plea, “It will be a team bonding thing.”

“You bond with the team. I will bond with Teddy’s boobs instead,” Tyler joked.

Out of the corner of his eye, Tyler noticed the bear sitting on the bed. “What the fuck?”, he muttered and walked over. He picked up the card and read it to himself. He didn’t notice the camera located in the eye of the bear. 

In Chaz’s office, the nanny cam notification alerted Chaz and he picked up the phone to observe. 

“The bear is for you?” Benn scoffed, “I saw it dropped earlier. Delivery guy was totally sketch. Who had a bear delivered to you?” Tyler handed him the card to read. “Aww, it’s from Teddy?” Benn read, “Why is she coming up again?”

Tyler took the card back from Benn, “Tomorrow is the anniversary of something bad happening to her. I invited her to come so she wouldn’t be alone.”

“Something bad happened?” Benn questioned, “To Teddy?” 

Tyler hesitated. Although there had been a thaw in Teddy and Benn’s feud, Tyler didn’t want to divulge too much. 

“She had a creepy boyfriend, Chaz,” Tyler finally spoke, “That’s all I can really say.”

“And he hurt her?” Benn said quietly, trying to read between the lines. 

“Yeah,” Tyler replied, “Pretty bad.”

“You should stick with her tonight. Maybe take her to some fancy place for dinner? Girls like that shit,” Benn tried to suggest in order to get out of the conversation. 

“Reservation has already been made,” Tyler smiled, “Now I gotta go get Teddy from the airport.” Tyler looked over at the large bear and had an idea. He picked it up and started out of the room with Benn following behind him. They waited at the elevator and when it dinged Tyler said, “See ya later. Don’t let Hitch catch you and the boys at a strip club tonight.”

“You underestimate my sneakiness, Seggy,” he laughed as Tyler entered the elevator. He turned to walk to his room but turned back before the elevator door closed. “I am sorry to hear about Teddy. You have to be a really twisted fuck to hurt someone as sweet as her.”

Chaz stared at the video on his phone, “Oh you have not idea how twisted I can be, you dumb fuck.” 

He sat the phone down and listened for more notifications. He was pulled into a meeting and put the phone in his pocket. He felt the vibrations of the notifications that buzzed in his pocket. After the meeting, he raced back to his office and shut the door. 

On the camera feed, Teddy stood across the room with her arms wrapped around Tyler’s waist. Chaz leaned forward and zoomed the camera in to examine her face. She smiled easily and her voice sounded different in some way. He zoomed out again and watched as Tyler walked them over to the bed. Chaz felt the anger rise in him as they embraced and Tyler spoke tenderly to Teddy. When Tyler pulled her down onto the bed and she straddled his waist, Chaz tilted his head. There was a confidence in her that he had never seen before. When Tyler pulled up her skirt to reveal she had no panties on, Chaz’s mouth dropped. 

This wasn’t his Dovey. This wasn’t the Dovey who flinched every time he touched her. His Dovey didn’t like sex, not that it mattered much to him anyway. He used her body for his own pleasure with no thought to what she wanted. His eyes were transfixed on Teddy’s body as she took the lead. “She’s enjoying it,” he thought to himself in disbelief, “fucking slut.” 

His breath catched when Tyler approached the bear and turned it around. His view was now of the wall, but he could still hear every moan and sigh. Chaz closed his eyes and listened. His mind raced with undeniable arousal at the sound of her voice to white hot rage at the realization that she had denied him this. Sex with Teddy was quiet and only done on Teddy’s part out of obligation and fear. “This- this” he thought to himself, “I deserved this.” His body responded to the sounds and his arousal became too much to ignore. He stroked himself and imagined how she would feel as a willing and active participant. The moans got louder and the cries more intense. “Yes, yes, yes” she urged Tyler, "fuck Tyler- I'm almost there." Chaz imagined it was him and it fueled the intensity of his strokes. He climaxed just before Teddy. The sounds of her orgasm hung in the air. 

When she sighed, “Oh Tyler, you fuck me so good”, Chaz’s fists balled up. 

“You fucking slut,” he seethed, “You goddamn whore.”

“I love you Sweet One,” she breathed happily, “You are the best thing to ever happen to me.” 

Chaz screamed and punched the desk. The rage took control. “So you can be a slut, just not for me,” he hissed as swept the contents of his desk on the floor. “You denied me, Dovey,” he grunted as he picked up a stapler and threw it across the room, “I got the cold fish and he gets this?” His mind raced. His initial plan to simply spy on her and plant seeds of doubt in her head changed. “Oh no, Dovey” he said to himself as he trashed his office. “Oh no,” he exclaimed, “You owe me and I am going to take it whether you like it or not. You will be mine again.”

He disconnected the nanny cam app and looked around his office. “Let housekeeping clean the mess,” as he gathered his things. “Dovey,” he said to himself, “I’m coming for ya.”

TWO HOURS LATER- WESTIN HOTEL 

Chaz had no immediate plans as he walked toward the hotel entrance. The rage had dissipated and turned into cold calculation. She was somewhere in this hotel and he was going to find her. His head was down to escape the cold, bitter wind as he approached the door. The collision with the taller brunette didn't faze him as he continued his walk. However it was the voice that drew his attention back. Tyler called out, “Hey, watch where you are going,” and Chaz froze. He turned slowly to see Tyler staring at him. 

His eyes scanned the area. He saw her red curls as she faced away from him. It was clear that they were going out. In a nano-second, he assessed the situation. “Sorry Seggy,” he called out before turning back to enter the hotel. Teddy’s head turned at the sound of Chaz’s voice. Her eyes searched the area but saw no sign of the voice. She shook her head and turned around. 

Inside the hotel, Chaz stood by the window and stared as they entered. His eyes narrowed as Teddy leaned over to Tyler to kiss him softly. “Think Chaz-think,” his brain willed him to think. They were dressed up so probably going to a nice dinner. “What a waste of money,” he continued to think to himself. Nice dinners at expensive restaurants were not a regular occurrence when he was with Teddy. He preferred to keep her at home. Besides, Teddy could always stand to lose a few pounds. “Where would Seggy take her?” he thought to himself. His mind replayed the memory of Jamie Benn from this morning getting reservations from the concierge. “Of course,” he smiled and started toward the concierge desk. 

The concierge looked up with a tired expression. It was the end of a long shift and the only thing on his mind was a nice glass of wine at home. Chaz approached him with a smile, “Excuse me, I am supposed to meet my friend, Flynn Rider, for dinner. I got tied up in a meeting. Can you tell me where the reservation is set?”

The concierge looked at Chaz in exhaustion. He seemed vaguely familiar. Perhaps he had seen him with Mr. Rider/Seguin earlier in the day. He looked down at his notes. “The reservation is for seven pm at Alpen Rose. He selected the private dining room. Would you like me to arrange transportation?”

“No, no thank you” Chaz smiled, “I’ve got it.” He walked away and the concierge put up the closed sign at the desk. Chaz selected a seat in the lobby with a view of the front door. As he waited, his mind ran through multiple scenarios to achieve his goal. He had to get her alone-, that much he knew, but how. When would be a time she would be separated from the pretty boy? He thought for a moment. “During the game,” he smiled and concocted a plan to get Teddy to him. The plan started to take shape. “I’ll need Chelsea’s help,” he thought to himself, “She will do it if she knows what’s good for her.”

He was almost lost in his thoughts when he saw Tyler enter the hotel with Teddy following behind. Chaz stood up and followed them from a distance. He couldn’t resist the urge to toy with her one more time. He called out to her as they waited by the elevator, “Dovey, Lovey Dovey- come here Lovey Dovey.” She turned to search for the voice. The fear was evident all over her face. He smiled and said, “Not yet, Dovey, not yet.” Her knees buckled and Pretty Boy raced to her. He couldn’t hear what was being said so he edged closer. Teddy kissed Tyler’s cheek as the elevator doors opened. Chaz took another step closer. “Let her get a good look,” he smiled to himself, “Let her know that I am coming to get her.” 

The elevator door opened up and they stepped inside. Pretty Boy walked backwards to lean against the elevator wall. Teddy stepped towards him and he pulled her in tight. "Are you sure I can't convince you not to sleep right away?" he whispered when Chaz came into his view. Tyler looked into his eyes as he lifted his foot to hit the door close button. "Sorry, man- I am going to do unmentionable things to her in this elevator," Tyler smiled as Teddy's hand reached down and palmed his crotch. The bearded man with dark eyes and curly hair blinked and took a step toward the door before it closed. 

Chaz stood and stared at the elevator doors. She was going to give him another taste of it tonight, he thought to himself. Frigid bitch never offered it up to him period, much less more than once in a day. He started to fume when his phone rang. 

Chelsea: Hey where are you?”

Chaz: I got caught up with something. Why?

Chelsea: I made these cookies that you wanted me to make. Are you sure that this recipe is right? It seems like too much salt to me. 

Chaz: Oh, it’s just right. Seggy will love them. I’m on my way to your place. Be ready

Chelsea: I didn’t realize you wanted to do that. You know since we…… last night.

Chaz: What? A guy can’t want to fuck his girl two nights in a row? Do you want to deny me?

Chelsea blinked at the subtle change in Chaz’s tone. 

Chelsea: No, no…. 

She said quickly to keep the peace

Chaz: I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. Be ready.

Chelsea: Yes, Chaz 

Chelsea's bedroom

The headboard knocked against the wall. Chelsea's face was buried into the pillow to muffle the sounds. Chaz's hands gripped her hips as he thrust deep into her. His head was thrown back and his eyes remained closed.  In his mind, it was Teddy taking it from him. Her sounds from earlier replayed in his mind.

Chelsea whimpered as he took his aggression out on her body. "That's it. Take it like the little slut you've become," he urged. Chaz's hand reached down to grab Chelsea's hair and pull her to his chest. "I don't want you quiet," he hissed, "I want to moan for me like you did for Pretty Boy. Call me Sweet One. Say it."

 Chelsea's eyes grew wide at his words. "Chaz, you are scaring me. Who is Pretty Boy? Who is Sweet One?”,Chelsea pleaded with him. All of it made no sense to her- his words, the sudden aggression and the new intensity. He fucked like a man posessed. He pulled her hair tighter, "Don't argue with me. Just fucking do it." He pushed her back down and continued. 

Chelsea spoke tentatively at first, unsure what to say. "Yes, Sweet One,yes," she started, "fuck me hard." She gulped, 'Fuck your little slut, Sweet One. Give it to me Chaz. It's all yours. All of it belongs to you."

"Louder, say it louder," he instructed as he bent down, turned her head and kissed her.  The angle changed just enough to hit her magic spot- a first. 

"That's it, Chaz," she moaned, "it's so good." It was a new type of sex and Chelsea wasn't sure how she felt about it. Previously, he had not produced anything that felt this good. Nothing that approached this level of pleasure. She hoped that she was about to experience her first orgasm. She let go of the questions in her mind and enjoyed the ride. Pretty soon, the physiology of it took over and her body responded. Then her voice joined, becoming louder with each thrust until she exploded with screams of pleasure. 

Chaz followed with impassioned pleas. "Yes- Yes, my Dovey, that's how it should be. That's how it should have always been."

Chelsea stiffened slightly at the name, Dovey. He had never called her that before. "And what was this insistence that she call him Sweet One?" she thought to herself. All of it swirled in her mind as he kissed her neck tenderly. She sighed softly and enjoyed the moment. It was a nice departure from his usual “wham bam, no thank you ma’am” style  and if the new names were part of the game, she was willing to play along with it.

He pulled her to him and spoke softly, "Hey, I have another favor to ask."

"What's that?" She yawned as her body basked in the post orgasm glow. Finally all of the hype about sex made sense to her. This might actually make all the other shit tolerable. 

"Can you take the cookies into the arena tomorrow and get them to Seggy? To the locker room?" He asked expectantly. He focused on keeping his voice calm and neutral.

"Why didn't you give it to him tonight?" she asked innocently, “That’s where you right? At the hotel?”

“He wasn’t there,” he said as he began to spin his lie, “I got there and waited there. I finally checked with the concierge who told me that the team went to Club Risque.”

“Wait, the entire team went to Club Risque tonight?”, she said in surprise. 

“Yeah, you know those hockey guys. Nothing but trouble, right?”, he smiled. 

Chelsea flinched. Chaz’s distaste for the Flyers players had been a great source of tension between them. The memory of his first backhand slap entered her mind. Chaz had thought Claude Giroux, of all people, flirted with her. Since then she had been careful to limit any interaction to purely professional circumstances. “Yeah,” she finally said, “nothing but trouble.” 

“So will you do it, my Birdie?”, he questioned. 

“Sure, Chaz, anything for you,” she smiled. 

Wells Fargo Center- near the visiting team locker room

Chelsea looked around nervously. The pass around her neck provided her all access to the arena as part of her social media job with the Flyers. However, there was no real reason for her to be near the visitor locker room, especially not to deliver a tin of cookies. 

She had scoffed earlier that morning when Chaz put the tin of cookies in her hand. “Really?” she asked, “I can’t believe you actually want me to deliver a tin of cookies to him? I don’t get it.”

He pulled her into a hug, “It’s an inside joke. Don’t overthink it, Chels.” He flashed her a smile and felt the urge to question him dissipate. 

“Hey, can I help you?”,the Stars equipment manager called from inside the room as he readied the team’s equipment before the morning skate. 

She mustered up her courage, “Yeah, can you put this in Seguin’s locker?” 

He looked up and stared at the tin. A smile of recognition spread across his face. He recognized the tin from the multiple times that Teddy had sent Tyler into practice and/or a road trip armed with her infamous cookies. “Sure,” he walked over and grabbed them. “Did Teddy send them through you? I heard she came in yesterday.” he mentioned casually. 

Chelsea blinked and questioned how to answer. “Umm, sure,” she finally. She hoped that it would allow her to extricate herself from the situation as soon as possible. She turned to leave and was halfway down the hall when a loud voice called out to her, “Hey Teddy- what are you doing here?” Chelsea turned around to see Jamie Benn walking toward her with a smile on his face. 

“Oh, you aren’t Teddy,” he said quickly, “Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay. It’s the second time I’ve heard the name Teddy in the last three minutes,” she smiled as he approached her, “Who is this infamous Teddy?”

“It’s Seggy’s girlfriend,” he said as he got closer. He picked up her access badge and read it. “Chelsea, you look a lot like her. Sorry for the confusion. What are doing down in this area? Did they send you in to spy on us?” He laughed softly. 

“Yep, it’s all part of the Flyers plan on beating you guys,” she responded with a touch more flirtation than intended. 

“Oh, that plan is brilliant,” he took a step towards her. 

Alarms bells began to ring loudly in her mind. “Danger, danger, danger,” she thought to herself. “Well, it was lovely to meet you….,” she paused for an answer, “Mr. Benn. I have to get back to the winner’s side of the arena now.” 

Benn started to give a smart ass answer but Chelsea took off in a practical sprint back to her office. She closed the door and rested against the door. So many thoughts swirled in her mind. “Who was this Teddy? More importantly, what did it have to do with Chaz?” she thought. She sat down to start doing some investigation. First she pulled up Tyler’s instagram. There were at least a dozen posts featuring Teddy. She blinked at the uncanny resemblance. 

Still, what did this have to do with Chaz? His strange, albeit pleasant, behavior last night was odd. The more she thought about it, the more questions she had. “If Chaz really hung out with Seguin in Dallas, why didn’t he have his phone number? Why did he need me to get the info for him?” she thought to herself. She searched Tyler’s followers. Chaz was not listed. She searched Chaz’s page to see who he followed. He did not follow Tyler. She went back to Tyler’s page and looked at the posts about Teddy. She paused at the post from Tyler in November. In Teddy’s reply, she used the hashtag #mysweetone. “Sweet One,” she thought to herself, “That’s the name Chaz wanted me to call him.” 

She kept scrolling through Tyler’s feed. Then she clicked on Teddy’s profile. It was set to private. She went back to Chaz’s profile and checked. He did not follow Teddy. The investigation was creating more questions than answering them. One there was clear- Chaz had a fascination with Tyler Seguin and his girlfriend, Teddy. The only question that remained unanswered was why. 

FOUR HOURS LATER- CHELSEA’S OFFICE- WELL FARGO ARENA

Chaz knocked softly on Chelsea’s door. Chelsea stared at her screen and tried to put the pieces together. Something wasn’t right and she couldn't put her finger on it. When Chaz didn’t get an answer, he cursed silently and knocked louder. Chelsea looked up, “Come in.” 

Chaz walked in carrying takeout from his favorite sushi place. He smiled and held it out as a treat for Chelsea. She looked up and then back to the screen without acknowledging it. She wasn’t a fan of sushi and he knew it. Chaz walked over to the desk and sat on the edge. His hand went to her face and turned it to him. “Birdie…..” he said in a tone that contained the slightest of edges. “What’s so fascinating that you can’t acknowledge me?” he asked. She quickly switched tabs to the Flyers instagram page. 

She turned to him and examined his face. He raised an eyebrow in question. 

“Who is Teddy?” she asked firmly. 

“Who is who?” Chaz replied. 

“Who is Teddy?” she repeated just as firmly. 

“I don’t know what you are talking about Birdie and I really don’t like your tone,” he replied neutrally. Inwardly, his heart raced. He needed Chelsea. He needed Chelsea in order to get to Teddy. 

“Fine, ignore the question,” she spit out, “Do you really know Tyler Seguin?”

“Of course, I do,” Chaz scoffed, “We go way back to when he was traded to Dallas.”

“Why did you need me to get you the hotel information, Chaz?” she quizzed, “Why not ask him yourself?”

“Because it was supposed to be a fucking surprise,” he hissed.

“So you are such good friends with Seguin that you don’t follow him on instagram and he doesn’t follow you?” she continued. Chaz blinked. He knew that he couldn’t take the chance to follow Seguin under his main account so he used his burner account, but he couldn’t explain that to Chelsea without explaining Teddy. “You know I looked at Seguin’s Instagram today. Did you know that he has a girlfriend named Teddy? She looks a lot like me too,” she prodded. “You know what else?” she asked, “Apparently her nickname for Tyler is Sweet One. Now where have I heard that before? Huh Chaz?”

Chaz froze. She stood and walked to the other side of the desk, instinctively putting a distance between her and her boyfriend who was prone to lose his temper when challenged. “Tell me who Teddy is to you and why you seem to be obsessed with her.” 

Chaz smiled, “I am not obsessed with her Birdie. That’s all you need to know.”

“Fuck that, Chaz,” she answered defiantly. 

His hand flew up in a swinging motion but he caught it. Chelsea saw it and took a step backwards. 

“Tell me the truth, Chaz,” she ordered, “Tell me the truth or get out!”

“Okay, okay,” Chaz spoke urgently, “Teddy is my ex. Teddy is my ex-girlfriend.”

 “Was all of this a ruse? A ruse to get to Teddy?” she gasped, “Why do you want to get to Teddy so badly?”

“I need to…. I need to make amends,” Chaz lied as he walked around the desk, “I need to see her so I can apologize to her.”

“Why?” she stepped back, “Why do you need to apologize to her?”

“You know me, sometimes I can lose my temper,” he stepped towards, “I want her to know that I’ve changed. I have a good woman and have changed.”

“So you are totally over her? Why did you want me to cosplay her last night?” she held out her hand, “You weren’t fucking me last night. You were fucking her.” The reality sank in and she screamed, “Get out! Get the fuck out!” She turned to open the door and Chaz slammed it shut. 

“Birdie,I am not going anywhere,” he whispered in her ear, “I am not going anywhere until you bring me Teddy.”

“Why the fuck would I do that, Chaz? Why would I bring her to you? What do you want?” she said half-defiantly and half-fearfully.

“It doesn’t matter what I want, Birdie,” he said menacingly, “Bring her to me or pay the consequences.” Her eyes flashed up at him. “That’s right. You remember what happens when you don’t obey me.” The implied threat sank into her soul. 

“Please Chaz,” she begged, “Please don’t make me do this.”

“Don’t make me ask again.” he placed his hands on her arms and squeezed tight. He pulled her forward and slammed her back against the door. “Don’t make me ask again, Birdie. I’ll have to clip your wings.”

“No, please don’t hurt me, Chaz. I’ll do it,” she said as her eyes filled with tears, “What do you need me to do?”

“Just get her to the concourse. I will take it from there,” he answered as it was the easiest thing in the world to do.

“And you will leave me alone after that?” she asked quietly. 

Chaz opened the door, “It will be my pleasure. You were beginning to bore me anyway.” 

Outside in the hallway, Flyers captain Claude Giroux stood and watched as Chaz walked away. He heard the tears and sniffles coming from Chelsea’s office. He knocked softly. “Go away, Chaz,” she cried, “I’ll do it. You don’t have to browbeat me anymore.”

“It’s not Chaz,” the captain answered, “Can I come in?”

Chelsea opened the door and stepped aside. Her head was down and she stared at the floor. “How can I help you?” she asked quietly. 

Claude looked at her tear stained face and frowned. His eyes did a quick scan of her body. They stopped at the red handprints on her arms. “I heard crying and wanted to check on you. You know, see if you needed anything,” he said gently. 

“It’s just a silly fight with my boyfriend,” she said quickly. The thought of Claude or anyone else on the team knowing the reality of her situation filled her with shame. 

Claude nodded to her arms, “Did he do that?”

Chelsea took in a ragged breath, “It’s no big deal. I’ll be fine.”

“Look at me,” Claude said firmly. He quickly added in a softer tone, “Please.”

She raised her eyes to his and waited. She waited for the admonishment. She waited for him to blame her for being involved with someone who treated her so badly. Instead his eyes were soft and she wasn’t sure if his pity was better or worse. 

“I want you to know that the team cares about you. I care about you. If you need anything else, just say the word,” he explained. She nodded her head. “You don’t deserve to be treated that way, Chelsea. Don’t let him make you think otherwise.”

“Thank you,” she said before her voice cracked, “That- that means a lot.”

“I have to go get ready for the game. I’ll see you before we hit the ice, eh?” 

Chelsea forced a smile, “yeah, I’ll be over there soon.”

“Keep your chin up,” he smiled back, “You got the Broadstreet Bullies at your back. You’re one of us. If he messes with you, then he messes with us.”

Wells Fargo Arena- Concourse

Inside the arena, Teddy and Trish made their way down to the rink for warm-ups. With the spotty service, both were oblivious to their phones blowing up. Trish glanced around the lower bowl of seats for any sign of Chaz. There were none. "Incoming," Trish whispered as a red-head approached Teddy. “Excuse me, aren’t you Teddy Baxter?” she said brightly. 

“That’s me,” Teddy answered warily. 

The red head flashed her badge to Teddy and Trish. “I’m Chelsea with the Flyers social media team. Can you come with me to do a quick bit for Instagram?” she asked. 

Teddy tilted her head in confusion, “Why would the Flyers want to do a bit with me? My boyfriend is the star of the opposing team.”

"We try to get an Instagram influencer to participate when they are at games. It can be a great way to build your following," she said cheerfully. Chelsea glanced up at the concourse, “Come on, it will be fun. We can get the Stars in on it too,” 

"Oh, I would have to run it by my brand team first," Teddy shook her head no, “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

Chelsea pleaded, “Please? I really need you to do this for me.” 

Teddy turned and focused her attention onto Tyler who smiled and took a running leap into the boards right in front of her. Then he turned with a dramatic flair, placed his hands on his heart and blew her a hiss. Teddy smiled and giggled. 

Chelsea slowly walked up the stairs with a sense of dread filling her. At the top of the stairs, a hand reached out and grabbed her arm. “I thought I was clear in my instructions, Birdie,” Chaz hissed, “You were supposed to get the bitch up to me.”

Chelsea turned to him and cried, “Chaz, I tried. I really tried but she wouldn’t come. Please don’t hurt me.”

FIRST PERIOD

Teddy tried to focus on the game, but her mind wouldn't let her. She knew that there were enough eyes focused on her and not the game for there not to be a chance of Chaz suddenly appearing. Besides, it wasn't his style to do things publicly. No, he would want to get her alone. 

Then her mind drifted back to her conversation with Chelsea. It had been so odd and confusing. She pulled out her phone to search Instagram for her. There was no signal. Teddy shook her head, got up and started up the stairs. Trish followed her, "Teddy, what's up? You have to give me some warning." 

"Don't you think that whole thing with the Flyers media girl was odd?" She answered and continued up the stairs. They had both barely reached the top of the stairs when Teddy felt a hand grab her arm tightly and start to pull her. She instinctively pulled against it until she looked up to see her father. From a secluded spot, Chaz watched and plotted. Getting close to his Dovey was getting infinitely more difficult.

Suddenly, the arena erupted as the Flyers scored their second goal of the period. In the pandemonium, Chaz lost sight of the trio as Robert guided Teddy to the supply closet the Baxter security team had commandeered for the night. Once the door was shut, Teddy looked around the room. "What happened?" she said quickly as she observed the team's faces.

Steve stepped forward. "Remember the tin Tyler carried back from morning practice,? Turns out they were sent by Chaz as a message."

"A message? What sort of message?" she asked quickly when the more important question hit her, "How did he get it there?"

"You're getting good at this, Teddy," Steve answered, "Chaz is in a relationship with someone in the Flyers organization. She delivered the cookies to the locker room."

"She?" Teddy asked. Her mind went back to Chelsea. There was something about her desperation to get her to film something. Her desperation to get Teddy alone. It was only now that she recognized the terror in her eyes. Instantly she knew the source of the terror. "Chelsea, it's her. Isn't it?" Steve looked back in confusion. "She tried to get me to go with her to film an Instagram thing for the Flyers. It didn't make sense to me so I told her no. She practically begged me to help her. Oh God, I told her no." 

"Exactly what you should have done," Robert interjected, "Good instincts."

"There's more," Steved added. "There was a flower delivery to the conference room with a message. Chaz knows we are here."

"How would he know that?" Teddy questioned.

"The bear," Steve answered.

"The Teddy bear?" She answered, confused, "I don't understand. How could the bear tell him anything?"

"It is a nanny cam. When we brought it to the conference room and he saw everything," Steve explained, "We are leaving now."

"Now?" Teddy questioned, "What about Tyler? He will be worried if he doesn't see me in my seat."

"Then let him fucking worry," Robert yelled.

Teddy turned to him, "Don't yell at me."

"I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe," he yelled back.

Teddy steeled her spine, "You know what doesn't make sense to me, Daddio? How did nobody know that Chaz was in Philly? He has been here long enough to have a damn relationship. Why didn't anyone know about that? You told me that I didn't have to worry about Chaz, Daddio. I trusted you and yet here we are."

He stepped back with a wounded look on his face. "Daddio, I am sorry. I take it back."

Steve interjected, "Teddy, I will get word to Tyler. He will understand. Your safety is the most important thing to us."

"Give me a damn second," Teddy walked to the corner of the room. She closed her eyes and tried to process the information- the nearness of Chaz, the Teddy bear, the cookies as some sort of message, the flowers with a definite message, and finally Chelsea." 

She paced and remembered the look in her eyes. Chaz had involved her in whatever plan he had. There would be consequences for her failure. Teddy closed her eyes and imagined just how violent Chaz could and would get. She shook her head.

She couldn't shake the feeling that she was missing something obvious. "Tell me about the cookies," she asked.

Robert sighed and punched the wall. Teddy glanced then focused her attention on Steve. "The cookies were bad-full of salt, inedible," he explained.

"He tried to hurt Tyler," she said plainly.

"And the flowers. Tell me about the flowers," she continued.

Steve described the large bouquet of white gladiolus and carnations and the contents of the card. "Funeral flowers," Teddy stepped back, "that was his message to me." Everyone turned with a question in their eyes. "I hate those flowers because you only see them at funerals. He knows I would think of that. He wants to kill me."

"Which is exactly why we need to get you out of here!" Robert screamed again.

"Then what?" Teddy questioned, "do you think that he will just say 'oh well' after all this? If he doesn't get me, then what?" She stared at the group, "then what? He already went after Tyler, in this arena. You think he can't get to him again?"

Steve and the team exchanged looks. "And what about Chelsea? Do you think he is just going to do nothing? He tried to use her to get to me, with the clear goal of death. You think she won't be a price for that?"

"What are you saying?" Steve asked.

"I am not going anywhere until we come up with a plan to protect her. I had no one to protect me back then. I am not going to allow the same thing to happen to her. Now let's think." Teddy said with authority.

"You heard Teddy. We have twenty minutes to come up with a plan," Steve barked out, "Someone get me the head of arena security."

Outside on the concourse, Chaz searched the crowd. "Where did that bitch and Dovey sneak off to?" he thought to himself. Shortly before the end of the first intermission, he saw Trish and Teddy leave a concession stand with popcorn and sodas. They laughed and joked as they walked back to their seats. When warm-ups started, Tyler skated to where Teddy stood by the glass. His hand went to glass and he called out, "where did you go?"

 She smiled, "a chat with Steve and team."

"Everything okay?" he asked.

"Don't worry about me," she smiled, "I am in capable hands. Focus on scoring."

"Okay, bossy butt," he laughed and skated away. He turned around and blew her a kiss.

On the concourse, Chaz seethed. When Chelsea put her hand on his arm, he jumped. "It's just me," she said quickly, "good news. She wants me to come talk to her during the third. We have another shot."

Chaz looked at her with a question. "What had changed? he thought so himself, "You know what? I don't fucking care." He forced a smile, "Good for you, Birdie. Good for you."

His eyes were focused on Chelsea as she went to Teddy's seat. Chelsea had received a simple DM on Instagram during the first intermission that read "Come see me about your idea during the third. Maybe we can work something out." 

When Chelsea arrived at the seat, Trish got up and walked up the stairs, per the plan. Chelsea sat next to her and looked nervously. "So, when is the first time he hit you?" Teddy said without making eye contact. Chelsea gasped. "What? He told you that had never happened before, right? That it was whatever you did made him do it," Teddy continued, "It's all your fault."

"It was after the first time we…." Chelsea started.

"At least he is consistent," Teddy laughed, "So what does he want?" 

"He wants to apologize," she whispered. 

"You believe that?" Teddy asked.

"No," she answered.

"Good, at least you are not totally blind," Teddy said, "So we have a plan. I am going to need you to trust me." Chelsea looked back nervously. "Don't do that," Teddy urged, "He will get suspicious."

"We?" Chelsea asked.

"Security team. I will explain it one day," Teddy, "Tell him that it has to be right before the end of the game otherwise Tyler will get suspicious. Got it?"

"Okay," Chelsea answered got up to head towards the stairs.

Teddy turned as she started up, "He won't hurt us. He won't hurt us again. Just follow my lead."

Trish returned to the seats and slipped a tracker into Teddy's hand, "They will be able to track you and hear you, but you won't hear them. Test it out."

Teddy smiled, "Steve, how it's going out there? So much for that plan on beer and cheesesteaks? When we get out of here in one piece we'll grab one of the way to the airport, okay?"

Trish pressed on the ear piece, "Stick to the plan and we'll be fine."

END OF THE THIRD

Teddy used Benn's goal in the third period to escape to the concourse. As she ascended the stairs, she spoke "Heads up boys. The show is about to begin." Chelsea waited for her on the concourse. They stared at each other momentarily, then nodded in solidarity.

Teddy saw the fear in Chelsea's eyes. Chelsea looked around as she started to lead them to the stairs that led down to the bowels of the arena. Chelsea said quietly, "Why are you doing this? You could have just escaped."

"And what? Let you pay the consequences of his hate for me? No, we are not going to let that fucker win." She leaned forward and grabbed her face, "You can do this. I can do this. We will do this together."

Chelsea whimpered and Teddy felt Chaz's presence before he grabbed her arm. She turned and gasped, "Chaz!"

"Quit the act, Dovey," Chaz hissed.

Her eyes filled with tears, "Suspecting that you are watching me, knowing that you are and you grabbing me are very different things. The last time you surprised me, I ended up in the hospital. It's not an act."

 "I know that you have eyes on you-at least for now." He insisted, "Don't worry, we will lose them soon.

"You don't have to do this, you know," Teddy replied, "Just let us go. No harm, no foul."

Chaz twisted Teddy's arm behind her back, "Now where would the fun be in that, huh?" He glanced back at Trish who was told to keep a respectful distance in the planning session. Her gut was telling her otherwise. Chaz glanced at the clock. They had about thirty seconds before the arena would erupt in celebration of the Flyers 2-1 victory over the Stars.

On the bench, Tyler's eyes searched Teddy's section for a sign of her and saw nothing. Benn leaned over and asked, "What's wrong?" 

Tyler turned "I think that Teddy's intuition that Chaz was following her was right. She isn't where she is supposed to be."

They both looked at the section again with no sign. Benn tried to encourage Tyler, "She probably headed down early to beat the crowd. You know how these Flyer fans get."

The horn sounded and throngs of people swarmed the concourse. Chaz yelled, "Birdie, get us to our final destination or pay the consequences." Chelsea grabbed Teddy's free hand and pulled her through the throng of people. Chaz followed behind with her arm twisted behind her back. With each step the pain increased and Teddy whimpered.

"Where are we going?" Teddy cried. She knew that her team would lose visual contact in the crowd and hoped to provide any clues that she could. The confidence that she had in abundance while they planned began to fade. It was one thing to put herself in the line of Chaz's wrath but it was entirely another thing to include Chelsea.

When they began their descent into the bowels of the arena, she narrated their travels. "Why are we going down here, Chaz? Where are you taking me? Have you thought about how you are going to leave this arena alive?"

"Shut up Teddy. Shut your fucking whore mouth," Chaz hissed. He grabbed her hair and snapped her head back, "Does your Daddio know what a whore you've turned into? You were so innocent with me." He pushed both of the women as they traveled along the dark hallway. "Maybe it's time to show Pretty Boy how it's done."

In the makeshift war room, Steve barked out orders. "Get the lower exits sealed. Do it now!" He yelled. 

The head of arena scanned the possible routes. He picked up the radio, "Secure the locker rooms. Shut them down."

Inside both team locker rooms, players looked up in surprise as the doors leading out to the arena with sudden force. A chorus of "What the fuck?" echoed in each room. Tyler looked at the door and got up from the bench, half-dressed. "What's going on?" he asked urgently. In his gut, he knew. Something was wrong and Teddy was in danger. 

The security guard refused to answer. Tyler asked again, his voice rising an octave. Benn got up and stood next to him. "Do you think it's Teddy?" 

On the radio, updates flowed. "Chaz has two hostages downstairs. They are heading to main hallway. Keep distance. Teddy seems to be in physical distress. Chelsea seems fine."

In the Flyers locker room, Giroux had take a spot next to the guard in order to relay information. "Chelsea…. Boys, he has Chelsea." 

"Our Chelsea?" TK Konecy asked. "What's happening?" Claude explained what he had overheard earlier. The entire team gathered to listen. "That punk ass bitch has been hitting her?" TK questioned, "You know what he have to do, G."

Meanwhile, a similar conversation took place in the Stars locker room. Tyler raced to get dressed. Benn went to him, "Where do you think you are going?"

"Chaz has Teddy who is under "some physical distress". Where the fuck do you think I am going?" Tyler hissed. 

"Hold on," Benn said, "I will create a distraction." Benn walked over and got in the guards face. "When are you letting us out of here? Look, I don't have time for lockdown practice. You are standing between me and a plane to take me home to my extremely hot woman." 

The guard tried to respond and Tyler slipped out the door. Once in the hallway, Tyler listened to get a clue which way to head. 

"Pretty Boy? Who is Pretty Boy? Is it Tyler?" Teddy's voice became clear. "Chelsea, is that where you are taking us? To Tyler?" Chelsea nodded her head. "Fuck," Teddy thought to herself. She could only hope that Steve would have planned for that scenario. "Chaz, you won't be able to get into a locker room. Even with Chelsea's credentials, they won't let you in there. Come on, you are not thinking clearly." 

Chelsea tried to think. Chaz relied on her to guide him to the locker room. He wouldn't notice if she directed toward the security office. She made the turn as Chaz dragged Teddy behind him. Steven and Robert Baxter stood in the hallway. Chaz screamed, "You stupid bitch. You stupid, stupid bitch" He let go of Teddy's arm and and reached for Chelsea. 

"Nooo," Teddy screamed and placed her body in front of Chelsea, "Run, Chelsea, run. You can make it. They will get out safely. RUN NOW"  

She took a step toward Chaz,  "I am the one you want. She is just doing what I told her to do. Blame me- blame me!" 

Chaz took his hand, swung it hard and slapped Teddy with his backhand. He grabbed her by the hair and forced her to face Robert. Her father's face contorted in anguish. Her face stung from the blow. "I'm okay Daddio. I am okay." Teddy tried to soothe.

"Not for long, Dovey, not for long," he hissed in her ear, "I am done with you by a long shot."

Teddy examined her surroundings. From what she could gather, there were four outlets on the main hall. Chaz would have to guess between the other three options. "Walk, Dovey- turn around and walk," he ordered. 

In the Stars locker room, the team had chattered away, assessing the situation. The consensus was that they were not going to allow an attack on Teddy unchallenged. It didn't take much effort to intimidate the security guard away from his post. When word came out that Teddy had been separated from Chelsea, the team stormed past into the hallway. They arrived at the same time as Chaz and Teddy.

"Where is he? Where in the fuck is Pretty Boy?" Chaz shouted as he scanned the team, "See Dovey, you need a real man. You need a real man to keep safe. Where in the fuck is he? " He whipped her body around and dragged her down the hall to the third outlet. The Flyers blocked it. 

Tyler had mistakenly taken a right turn and landed on the hall of the fourth outlet. Chaz's words echoed through the hall. Teddy’s cries pierced his heart. He ran and stood at the fourth and final outlet. He screamed, "Hey Chaz, are you looking for me?"

Chaz pushed Teddy forward to Tyler. She fell on her knees, looked up and saw his face. He never looked stronger. He took a step towards her and saw the mark on her face. "Pretty One," he said softly, "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"

Chaz grabbed her by the hair again, pulling her to her feet again. "Oh Pretty Boy, don't worry about Dovey. She is used to a little discipline in her life. None of that Pretty One bullshit," Chaz taunted, "She needs it rough."

Tyler took a lunge at Chaz, who danced out of his grasp. "Let her go or I will fucking kill you," 

Chaz, "Oh Pretty Boy, you will stand there and watch. You can watch how a real man does it."

Something in Teddy snapped at Chaz's words. "Real man? She thought to herself, "No, her father was a real man- a man devoted to his family for almost thirty five years. Lex was a real man- a best friend who saw the good in her even when she couldn't. Finally, Tyler was a real man- a sweet soul who loved her without conditions or restraint." 

Teddy twisted her body around. Behind her she saw her father and Steve, poised to pounce. She turned to her side and saw the Flyers team standing together. The look in Claude's eyes was defiant, as if to dare Chaz to make a move. Her head swiveled to the Stars who waited patiently for a signal. Finally she turned to Tyler who watched with a pained expression on his face. She gave him a smile and felt her strength rise up within her. 

She thought about Chelsea. Teddy had been compelled to help Chelsea who did not have anyone else. Turns out that she was wrong. Chelsea did have an entire NHL team ready to go to blows for her. 

Then she turned her attention to Chaz. She saw him through a new set of eyes. He was so sure that he could control her and bend her to his will. She laughed as she thought to herself, "Fucker could not find a clit with a compass and a map. How the fuck is he going to hurt me?" 

The laughter became louder and Chaz pulled at her hair, "What the fuck are you laughing at Dovey?"

Teddy turned him and smiled, "You fell for it. You actually thought I was fucking scared of you. Oh Chaz, no one is actually afraid of you. You think you are real man because you hit me a couple thousand times? You are a little momma's boy trapped in a man's body. You only pick on people smaller than you- the ones that you think you can scare into submission. "

Teddy looked over at Tyler, "Say the words, Sweet One."

Tyler's eyes widened and he stared for a moment. She nodded in encouragement. "Who do I want, Pretty One?" Tyler said softly. He was confused by the request.

Teddy smiled, "Me and only me." She felt her soul rising up.

Chaz grabbed her face and pulled it to face him. "Shut the fuck up, Dovey," he seethed. He grasped at straws to keep some sort of control over her.

"Keep going," she pleaded with Tyler.

"Why do I want you?" He continued.

Teddy wretched her face from Chaz's grasp and turned to Tyler, "Because you love me and will never hurt me."

"Never, ever Pretty One," Tyler asked loudly, "Who is my lady?" 

Teddy smiled triumphantly, "Me and only fucking bad ass me." 

She turned to Chaz and spit in his face. "You just made a big mistake-huge." 

She picked her foot and stomped down onto with her stiletto heel. He doubled over in pain and shock. "I'm sorry- did that hurt?" She scoffed, "I wear real heels now that I don't have to make myself small for my man." 

She threw her favorite boxing combination of a jab, cross, hook, uppercut followed by another cross. The blows each landed with enough force to know Chaz back. She took a breath and repeated the combination as Chaz fell to his knees. "Oh, did you not know I take private boxing lessons three times a week? I probably should have told you. Oooops!"

Chaz covered his head with his arms as the blows rained down upon his body. "Wait," she laughed in his ear, "I thought you said you were going to show me how a real man does it. What happened- you pathetic piece of shit."

"Stop," Chaz's voice said weakly, "Please stop."

"Say it again," she screamed, "Say it again, you fucking.coward."

"Please stop. I am begging you," he pleaded for mercy.

Teddy grabbed his hair and pulled his face up to look at her, "Look at me. Look at my face and know that I am not afraid of you. I will never be afraid of you again." Chaz's eyes welled up with tears. "You know where you fucked up, Chaz? When you tried to hurt Tyler- that's…. that is when I decided to kick your ass. I would die before I allowed you to hurt him,” she declared.

"If you come for Chelsea again, I will beat your ass. If you come for him again, I will beat your ass. If you come for me again, I will put your ass in the damn morgue," she shouted as she stood up and walked away. She abruptly stopped and turned around, "Don't believe me? Just look at all the back up I have. Fuck around and find out."

In the span of time it took Teddy to make it five yards to Tyler, a team descended upon Chaz and restrained him. Teddy didn't look back and ran to Tyler. He swooped her into his arms and squeezed for dear life. "Pretty One," he whispered into her ear, "I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything," she cried, "don't say anything. Just hold me and don't let me go."

"Okay," he swayed back and forth. In the chaos that surrounded them, they clung to each other. Both were lost in their own thoughts. 

Teddy rested her ear against Tyler's chest and listened to his heartbeat. "Your heart is racing," Teddy said quietly.

"I  was scared to death. I was afraid to try to take him down. I should have… I should have saved you," he sighed.

"You did save me. Maybe not tonight, but you saved me with your love. It was your love that brought my strength to the surface. It was your love that reminds me every day that I can do the hard things. I can do them because I am not alone anymore," she encouraged.

"You give me too much credit, Pretty One," he kissed the top of her head. 

"You don't give yourself enough credit," she kissed his chest, "Do you need the words?" he whispered yes.

"Who do I want?",she asked.

"Me and only me," he answered

"Why do I want you?", she repeated their pattern.

"Because you love me more than anyone else in the world and you know I will never, ever hurt you,” he answered earnestly.

"Who is my REAL man?", she smiled up at him.

"Lucky me," he smiled back.

"I love you Sweet One," she whispered, "I have a feeling it's about to get crazy around here." She turned to look at the crowd around them. She looked back into his eyes with tears.

"It's a good thing I am certified in handling crazy," he wiped her tears, "I love you and you can do the hard things." He paused and corrected himself, "No, we can do the hard things together." 

[cambrian-creature]

Hello, and welcome to M*A*S*H enjoyers anonymous

Now tell us, why are you here?

(basically just a free space to talk/infodump, be free my sweet cheese)

Oooooh boy.

MASH is a show about war, but also mostly it's about people and how people react under stress. Something to note is that it's about the Korean War, but it's actually about the Vietnam War.

It's got its issues, definitely. It's not particularly respectful to Korean people despite being set in Korea. But it was the 70s so like. Idk, can't expect much. There's a lot to unpack in the way of imperialism. The show is very anti-war, but mostly focused on the Americans, which is pretty damn reductive if you ask me. There is also the misogyny and if one more person calls Major Margaret Houllihan "hot lips" I am going to throw hands. I'm not making excuses for any of this, but it's an old ass show and you can't get too hung up on it. ANYWAY, you asked about the good stuff.

The main character, Hawkeye, is this. Unhinged, sleep deprived, alcoholic surgeon who's just. Unreasonably good at his job. Despite the Horrors of War, he's still one of the kindest, most lovable people, and he only put Frank in a shipping crate one time, so it's fine. And the blood he stole was for a good cause. As was the money he stole and the one time he gaslit a guy into thinking he'd lost his mind. All for a good cause. He's so cool, he's a menace, he's a slut, he's deeply psychologically damaged, he's a little silly, he invented the principle behind Goncharov, he's even bisexual.

Hawkeye's best friend and roommate is Trapper John, fellow manwhore and prankster extraordinaire. He always makes me a little sad cause I think he's Hawkeye's best friend and Hawkeye isn't his best friend? To him, it's all temporary, and he'll get out of Korea and go back to his wife and kids and probably try to not think about any of it ever again, but Hawk's such a ride or die friend, and he depends so much on not being alone and. Fuck, man. He's just like me for real. No shit, I realized this a couple years ago, and it sent me into this huge spiral of wondering if my friends love me as much as I love them and it lasted like. Years. And then I did that thing people do where they tell other people about their feelings? Which was weird. But it was also cool and now I do not worry about that as much anymore. A little bit, because the fears never cease, but y'know. It's cool. Apparently I am also sad and lonely because I am FULLY spilling my guts here lmao. Don't read that. Fuck whatever BJ has going on, THIS is the Trapper Complex.

Also Trapper leaves like three seasons in and is replaced by Blow Job Hunnicut, who keeps saying shit like "man, I bet you sure had fun with Trapper, huh" and "boy this must be just like the good ol days with Trapper" like we get it, you're jealous. He's also deeply psychologically damaged. I don't like him so much, but I also haven't seen a lot of him yet so I guess we'll see.

Okay, now MARGARET. She's amazing. She's cool and fascinating and ALSO deeply psychologically damaged! She's a strong woman in the 50s, she's so angry all the time, she just wants some goddamn respect and also someone to hang out with her to do manicures. She has this fascinating mix of wanting to be feminine and pretty but also needing to be masculine and angry to get respect. She's a hardass, she's obsessed with the rules, she's so mad at everything all the time because she has so little control over her situation, she's just like my mother and I love her so much. She could do any man's job in that camp so much better. I like to think after the war she goes back to medical school and becomes a doctor and gets some GODDAMN RESPECT.

Also she's dating (she dumps him don't worry) this absolute schlub Frank who is. A garbage human being. He's so pathetic and funny but also like genuinely terrible and canonically homophobic. If he were in modern times he would vote for Trump. He's Mr. Patriot. He's the Yankee Doodle Doctor. He's a shit doctor. He's so funny to watch cause everyone around him is so funny and witty and good at snappy comebacks and he says shit like "ohhhh you- you- guys!! >:(" Like yeah Frank. Get em. Don't hold back. He's a real "why I oughta-" kinda guy. Apparently the actor got so much hate mail he quit the show which is honestly so mean and tragic because Frank is such a fun character. I want to watch him fail again and again and again and then cause more problems. He could call me a slur in a Walmart parking lot and I'd just laugh at him and ask him if his wife knows about his girlfriend. She doesn't.

When Frank left, he got replaced by this other guy and I have no idea what his deal is. My apologies to Charles Emerson Winchester III. People like him I guess. He seems boring next to Frank tbh.

Now lemme tell ya about Klinger. Actually lemme show you.

He's beautiful. Gorgeous. Show stopping. He started out as a bit character and the joke was that he was trying to get a section 8 discharge (sent home on the grounds of being mentally unfit to serve), but everyone loved him so much that he became a recurring character and the outfits kept getting better and it went from "haha man in a dress" to "he's a genuinely deep character and this is his coping mechanism and he is so afraid of this war. Also he's the hottest guy around and everyone knows it. Even the priest wants him carnally." Genuinely the best fucking guy. In the early seasons, the laugh track goes off every time he enters a room and it makes me so mad. Take his whimsical ass seriously.

Also I mentioned there's a priest. I'm not sure why they have a priest, but I think that was just a thing in the 50s. He's got too many names. You can find him currently in the Catholic Characters Tournament and it's funny cause the person who runs that keeps getting his names out of order. It's John Patrick Francis Mulcahy, cause they gave him one name in the movie and then changed it in the show like twice at least so. Four names. Anyway, he's the only priest I trust. He literally just wants to help people and he has no way of knowing that he's doing any real good so he wants recognition for his efforts but that goes against what he's meant to be doing, he's meant to be completely selfless, but he wants to know that he's at least doing something, otherwise what's the point. What's the point of everything he's worked for. What's the point of devoting his life to this. To these people and to his god and to being a good person. Because if he thinks of himself, if he wants anything for himself, does that not mean he's selfish? And that's bad, he can't be selfish, but he is because everyone is, that's just human nature to want to know the results of your work. Also he's convinced he's the second coming of Christ or some shit. I can't fully explain this one, but he really does think he's like. God's special little boy. Which is kinda fair, cause he gives fucking EVERYTHING to these people, to the doctors, to the soldiers, even to the enemy, because he just wants people to be okay. He wants people to stop fighting and to heal and to love one another. And he also wants someone to tell him he's doing a good job and that he's making a difference and he wouldn't believe them but it would be something. Also he wants to punch people sometimes. All the time. He could kick anyone's ass in single combat. I love him.

Am I missing anything.

RADAR!!!!! They put a child in a warzone but luckily he is hyper-competent and literally psychic. He makes me sad because he is 19 years old and he has a teddy bear and he is short and angry and eats a lot because he's a growing boy and everyone makes fun of him for having teenager behavior when he is!!!! A teenager!!!! He graduated highschool yesterday!!!!! He's the same age as me and he's in a warzone!!!!!! Get him out of there!!!!! Put him in college and let him work a boring ass fast food job like a normal teenager!!!!! And stop laughing at him for having a teddy bear!!!!!!! He's not even that short, it's just that all the guys in this show are at least 6 feet tall. Anyway, he basically runs the camp because Henry is fucking incompetent (affectionate) so yeah. This child is their commanding officer and the only one anyone respects.

Their actual commanding officer is Henry Blake. He just wants to go home and see his wife and kids again and go fishing and chill the fuck out. He's a good surgeon but genuinely a pathetic army man. But also I love him so much cause listen. He could just fuck off. We see another guy in his same rank and position who just hangs out in Tokyo the whole time making money off this shit. So despite being very afraid all the time, Henry sticks around in a shitty camp 3 miles from the front to patch up kids full of lead. He stays not out of any duty to the army, but a duty to his patients and his people, because he's a good person and a good doctor and genuinely one of the bravest people around. He could've been a coward and hid, but he stayed and he helped people and even though he knew the risks, it just never occurred to him that he could abandon his people to do it all without him. He stayed and he died and he never saw his wife and kids again and he never met his newborn son. He tells his oldest son over the phone to be good while he's gone, to stay strong and keep everything running until he comes back, and he never comes back. I am genuinely crying. Fuck. I hope he's catching the best fish at the big lake in the sky.

Anyway. I'm gonna stop before this gets out of hand. More than it has.

[o3o-lapd-o3o]

pls don't apologise, i am absolutely loving your ideas! jdjdjdj

yessss, i can already picture it on how ody managed to force persuade poseidon to meet tele (no NOT that kind of persuasion *swats away anybodies thoughts of the manwhore au*)

odysseus: *making his way to the beach from the palace*

odysseus: *mumbling to himself* why friends? why did he have to think we're friends?!

odysseus: *arrives at a hidden cove where nobody else will be*

odysseus: poseidon! poseidon show yourself! i have something to speak with you about!

poseidon: *appears and is slightly panicked* i already told you! the shark was not my faul-

odysseus: -this isn't about the shark

poseidon:

poseidon: um, what then? whatever it is i didn't do it!

odysseus: *mumbling* mysonthinkswe'refriendsandwantstomeetyou

poseidon: *staring at odysseus confused* huh?

odysseus: *pinches the bridge of his nose* my son thinks we're friends-

poseidon: *wide eyed* WHAT?!

odysseus: -and wants to meet you.

poseidon: FRIENDS? WHY DOES HE THINK THAT?

odysseus: it doesn't matter why. what matters is you're coming with me to meet my son, got it?

poseidon: *trying but failing to think of an excuse* but i-

odysseus: *just wants this over with already*

odysseus: *red eyes activate* MY SON. MEET. PALACE. NOW.

poseidon: *shuts up immediately*

poseidon: *scared* aye aye captain

odysseus: good.

odysseus: *red eyes deactivate* *plasters on the fakest smile ever* this way please!

odysseus: *walks off back towards palace*

poseidon: *follows* *regretting the day he called out odysseus' name*

(i have an idea for after tele meets poseidon for the first time. it involves him inviting poseidon to dinner at the palace. athena is also there. but that can be saved for another time jdjdjdj)

*after the events of the odyssey*

*telemachus and odysseus walking down to the docks, after odysseus said he'd go sailing with his son*

(listen the man had missed 20 years of his son's life, he could ask ody to dress in drag & do the hula and odysseus would already be shouting "LUAU" in a grass skirt before tele finished his sentence)

telemachus: i'm so excite- *looks ahead*

telemachus: *stops walking* oh no *sad noises*

odysseus: *still walking* what's wrong son?

telemachus: *points to the sea beyond ithaca's shores* poseidon must be angry today, look at the storm in the distance

odysseus: *looks ahead but without worry on his face* no need to worry, we can still go sailing, follow me

telemachus: *confused but follows his dad*

*both make it to the docks*

odysseus: you get started, i've just got something to do & then i'll join you on the ship

*telemachus hops on the ship and odysseus turns to face the sea*

odysseus: *red eyes activate* i'm. going. sailing. with . my. son.

*the sea storm dissipates in record speed*

odysseus: good.

odysseus: *red eyes deactivate*

odysseus: *turns to telemachus smiling like nothing happened* shall we go then?

telemachus: *happy but very confused*

telemachus: *mumbling to himself*what just happened?

[stellati0n]

*emerges from damp cave, throws this at you and disappears again*

you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up

as inspired by the fact that dottore is very likely wearing a harness or some shit under his shirt 👍

(calling dottore a manwhore (half-jokingly); yanking that mfer around or smth idk; also not beta read lmao) this is a leel bit spicy???? i think? i have no idea anymore lmao

he certainly seemed to love talking. did he just love the sound of his own voice that much? with a loud sigh, you leaned your head on your wrist, barely processing anything he was saying. you heard the words, but they mostly just glazed over you.

something something clones... fancy-biology term you've heard maybe once... more clone bullshit... more words flew over your head. so instead, your attention instead wandered to his attire. that was a fancy new look he had, you thought. it was about as pompous as he was with the feathers and glowing accents.

what caught your attention the most was the harness he had on. it's such an expected choice of wardrobe for him, almost laughably so. you silently wondered what would happen if you pulled on it? of course, you weren't going to try such a thing. yet.

your eyes continued to wander over him slowly. he paced around in front of his desk, occasionally stopping to lean on it, or make some sort of exaggerated gesture.

"so i thought that sort of technology would maybe work for some sort of clone, but without him actually here, it's a bit hard to recreate it, y'know... are you even paying attention?" dottore sat back against his desk with his hands behind him, propping himself up. you couldn't see his eyes hidden by his mask, but you knew he was staring right at you with near-tangible annoyance.

"yep." no you weren't.

"really now? then do tell me what i was just talking about."

"i don't know, but i was paying attention to you. what's up with that new outfit?"

"i've been talking to... perhaps more at you for the past two hours and you only notice my clothes now?" dottore's head tilted in perplexity. you were barely paying him any attention of any sort, so yeah, it took you a little bit.

you could understand everything he was saying perfectly fine now, you were just actively choosing to ignore him. "what's up with that choker, huh?"

you couldn't see the expression his eyes were making, but you knew that his slightly agape jaw was a look of complete disbelief. you got up from your seated position across from him and approached him in front of his desk. you leaned in just enough that you could feel faint warmth radiating off him, but still without contact. he instinctually backed up just a tiny bit from you. "...what?"

"oh, look at that. looks like it connects to something under that shirt." you slipped two fingers underneath his choker and pulled them towards the connecting ring in the middle.

"oh my archons, what do you want?" dottore's voice sounded even and impatient, but his quickly preceding swallow suggested otherwise. it was getting easier to read him. (at least this clone)

"to see where this leads, you manwhore." you pulled his head down to your level to mutter into his ear.

"EXCUSE M—" dottore pulled back indignantly, but he was quickly interrupted by your succinct movements. you flicked his beak-like mask upwards, revealing the rest of his face and his bright red eyes beneath. then you yanked the ring of the choker again with greater force and slammed your lips against his.

you leaned into him, bearing more of your weight on him as he began to falter. he wanted to put his hands on you, but he was only going to fall over if he moved them anywhere. he would be even further at your disposal if he was lying on the desk. but he didn't quite want to risk that right now.

your free hand found its way into his mint-coloured hair. it's exceptionally soft under your fingers as you practically manhandled him. your strong grip was admittedly the only thing keeping him upright.

your other hand had begun to work its way down the middle strap of the choker, only to be interrupted by his done-up collar. but that wouldn't stop you, not now, and not before. you undid the blue cravat with one hand and slipped it off him, then moved to singlehandedly undo the top few buttons. you were quite good with your hands, being part of the fatui. being dottore's 'assistant' also helped.

his legs began to feel weak. he was slipping, knuckles turning white from their grip on the desk. he was trying so hard not to fall back.

breath be damned, you thought as you pulled back with a gasp of air. both of you panted, pupils blown wide. his pale face was dusted in a blush. his collar was a mess, by your handiwork. but your suspicions were confirmed. it definitely seemed like he had some sort of harness on, as the middle still continued down over his sternum and further below.

"sorry, i kinda just wanted to make you shut up," you said as you finally caught your breath again. "you talk way too much."

now it was dottore's turn to ignore what you were saying. "hah, who would have thought that a simple change in wardrobe would make you act this way?"

"you say that like it was intentional?" you raised your eyebrow at him.

"who knows, maybe it was?" he shrugged.

"my lord, you really are a manwhore," you quickly said before shoving him down onto the desk, this time working his bound-up coat off.

LMAO SORRY THIS IS SO GOOFY.

DOTTORE'S NEW FIT GOT ME ACTING UP

[mediocre-daydreams]

Hey! I loved your tasm fic “I know you’d never” I was wondering if you could do something like that with Marvel Peter Parker? With the prompts “don’t you dare walk away from me!” And “get out of my sight! go!” Maybe the reader had a rough past and gets scared when people yell at her so flinches when Peter starts showing signs of aggression in an argument? (Sorry I’m a sucker for angst 😘)

here's the beaut! i had too much fun writing this. i wasn't able to fit the second prompt in there (sorry about that) but i tried to squeeze in the general sentiment! thanks for the request &lt;;33

'𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲'𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡

peter parker x gn! reader

inspired by treacherous (taylor's version)

notes: swearing, slut shaming and use of related words, big fat angsty argument, allusions to SA/undefined trauma, accusations of cheating (just accusations though!!)

w/c: 2.1k

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“stop giving me excuses! please, holy shit, just tell me the truth for once!” peter yelled, his voice strangled as he paced back and forth in his room. what had started as hushed whispers of annoyance had grown into a full-blown screaming match the minute may left for the grocery store.

“for once? what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” you scoffed. “like you haven’t been keeping secrets this entire relationship. you didn’t tell me you were spiderman, i found out by accident! you told may about me three months after we started dating! you’re the last person who should be talking about-”

peter threw his hands in the air in disbelief. “are you serious? you’re going to bring stuff up from months ago? i told you, i was trying to keep you safe! why do you keep changing the subject? if you have nothing to hide, just answer my question!”

your voice was shrill and piercing. “no, i’m not fucking cheating on you with brad davis! i can’t believe you’d even accuse me of something like that! you’re being paranoid!”

“what was i supposed to think? his clothes were all over your floor, goddamnit, and you’re always talking to him and being all touchy, you’re my partner, and-”

“what about you and mj? i never say anything about you guys even when you cuddle and hang out and whatever because i’m not irrational and- and possessive! you’re only mad at me because of your stupid double standards; what, am i not allowed to have guy friends because i’m not a dude? but it’s okay for you, ‘cause manwhores don’t exist, do they? it that it?”

peter’s face fell the minute you said ‘double standard.’ was it true? did you have a point? but still, why wouldn’t you have told him brad was coming over? why did you keep dodging the subject? all the evidence pointed to cheating!

“-and i’m so sick of it! everyone thinks i’m a slut because god forbid i have male friends, and now you too? do you see me that way too? like i’m some kind of- of…” you choked on your words, tears welling up in your eyes. you swiped them away, not caring about mascara streaks.

“stop putting words into my mouth!” peter bellowed, tugging at his hair. “you know i wouldn’t- i’d never call you that!”

“yeah? then why was that the first thing you accused me of? you don’t have to call me a slut to slut shame me, peter! i just-” you hiccuped, clutching your chest as you struggled to breathe properly. there was something in peter that wanted to run to you and take you in his arms, to brush the sweaty strands of hair from your forehead and kiss your cheeks until you felt better.

but the insecure side of him, the dark feelings that he’d been suppressing every time he was with you—you’re not good enough, you don’t compare, you’re a second choice—had taken over. his pride wouldn’t let him budge.

peter took your shuddering breaths as an opportunity to butt in. “i have never thought that about you; you’re the one who keeps bringing it up! you just keep labeling yourself a s-slut, so if that’s how you really see yourself, why don’t you just go fuck brad davis already? he was already half naked in your room, so it shouldn’t be too hard, huh?”

you let out another gasping sob, rubbing your snotty nose, disheveled. tugging at your shirt, which had suddenly become very warm and too tight, you snuck a peek at peter’s face. he was flushed and unforgiving, chest heaving in sync with your wobbly breaths.

you met peter’s eyes, praying that you could find some sort of apology or remorse or care, but you only found a cold barrier pushing you away. so that’s what you did—let yourself be pushed away.

digging the palms of your hands into your eyes, you turned to his door, the floor creaking quietly from the weight of your footsteps. the air in his room stilled for only a few seconds before peter’s voice cut through the silence again.

“what are you doing?” his voice was thick.

“leaving. i don’t want- i’m not doing this,” you croaked, freezing in place but refusing to turn and look at him.

“what do you mean, you’re not doing this? you can’t just-” you heard peter’s thumping footsteps behind you and you jumped into motion again, reaching for the door with the intention of slamming it in his face. 

peter growled. “don’t you dare walk away from me!” he lunged forward with superhuman speed, grabbing your wrist before you could even touch the doorknob. you shrieked, breath catching in your throat as your blood chilled. whatever peter was saying didn’t matter because you couldn’t hear it. everything had gone all muffled and you couldn’t see straight—why couldn’t you see? you brought your fingers up to your eyes.

oh. you’d begun crying. really crying, this time. you felt pathetic, standing between the door and peter’s chest, trapped by just one of peter’s hands. it was at times like these where the reality of your situation set in. you were dating spiderman, and when he said he’d wanted to protect you, you never thought that would include protecting you from him. because right now? right now, you were scared.

“please,” you pleaded, mustering up the last of your strength. “please, i’m sorry. please, i didn’t mean it. i’m sorry peter, please, i don’t want it, i’m sorry, please don’t-” you sniveled, tugging gently to free your wrist from his grasp. at the sound of your broken cries, peter let go of you immediately like he’d burned himself and stumbled backward, nearly tripping over a pair of old sneakers lying on the floor.

“i’m sorry, oh my god, i’m so sorry,” peter echoed, eyes wide in horror. “i didn’t mean to- shit, sweetheart, please look at me,” he begged, his hands floating in the air with uncertainty.

you whimpered and as peter slowly took in your figure—arms crossed tightly against your chest, fisting the neckline of your shirt with trembling fingers—he crumbled. “i’m sorry peter,” you whispered, eyes shut and head hanging low. “i didn’t mean it.”

“don’t be sorry, um,” peter looked around the room desperately for anything that could help. the two of you never fought. peter knew how much you hated fighting, especially with him. late one night, you’d confessed to him that he was the person you trusted most and that he made you feel safe. you had kissed his nose and teased him about being spiderman.

peter felt nauseated. how had he gone from being your protector to another projection of the people who’d hurt you—the people he promised he’d protect you from?

“hey, hey, look at me. can you look at me, baby?” he crouched, moving slowly as to not startle you, and held his hands up innocently. “i’m not- i’m not going to hurt you. you’re at my- may’s house, okay?” peter cringed when he had to stop himself from saying his own name. it disgusted him, the way he’d scared you so much that just hearing his name could potentially upset you.

“it’s s-safe here. she’s coming back with groceries, d’you remember?” he looked up at you from his perch on the ground, hoping to catch sight of your face and gauge how you were feeling. your hands were covering your mouth and you were breathing unevenly, each exhale coming out more like a heavy sigh. 

peter watched you timidly, saying nothing. you moved between grabbing the fabric of your shirt to rubbing your nose to slamming the heels of your hands on your forehead before you could get your breaths under control. once you established a steady pattern, you looked up at peter wordlessly.

you just blinked at him. his mind couldn’t help but compare you to a very dejected-looking frog. it was a very poor-timed thought.

“hey,” peter whispered. “are you okay- wait, that’s stupid. no, i’m sorry. d’you, uh, wanna sit down?” peter fell into a seated position where he had been crouching, tapping the floor in front of him. you followed suit, maintaining a couple of feet between the two of you.

“i’m so sorry,” peter sniffled. “i never meant to scare you. i would never hurt you. never. that’s- i would do anything to make sure nothing bad happened to you. and i’m so sorry that i was the one who was the bad… happening.” he pinched the bridge of his nose, too ashamed to meet your eye when you finally looked at him.

“everything about brad was- god, i’m so stupid, aren’t i?” he chuckled bitterly, only to choke on some snot and start coughing. you snorted, unable to contain your amusement.

“it’s okay, pete. i was just being- you didn’t do anything wrong. i was just making things worse for us and you’re right, i shouldn’t have let brad-”

“no, please don’t say that.” peter looked at you pleadingly. “no, you were being a good friend to brad. you’re the kindest person i know, and i was lashing out to you because i was so- so insecure. you’re thoughtful and caring and incredible so i wouldn’t be surprised if brad liked you too, and y’know, he’s brad davis. and you deserve everything, and i let my own doubts get to me and i was so scared to lose you, love. i don’t know what i’d do if i lost you because there’s nobody like you and i don’t even know if i deserve you, but i was so scared that you’d find someone else better and that i’d lose you so it was really my fault, and-”

you cut peter off by shuffling closer and wrapping your arms around his neck, to which he reciprocated with a tight hug. “i don’t want anybody or anything except you,” you whispered into his shoulder, tears slowly fading from your cheeks. 

“i would never hurt you,” peter murmured, nestling his chin further into the crook of your neck. he blinked back burning tears as he kept his eyes level, staring at the wood of his door directly across from him.

“i know,” you sniffed, running your hand through his curls lovingly. “i was just- i went on a tangent and it was right at the front of my mind so i just reacted but peter, i trust you with my life. i trust you and i love you.”

“i love you too.” peter pulled away from your body so he could examine your face. he brought his thumb below your eye to clean the remaining dampness and dab away any streaks of makeup. his heart ached as he took in the damage and pain he’d inflicted.

“i’m sorry for yelling at you,” peter whispered, smiling sadly.

you pressed your forehead to his. “i’m sorry for not being more transparent.” your breath tickled peter’s face. “can i kiss you?”

he hummed in affirmation. the kiss was salty, short, and a wordless message: i’m sorry. peter’s lips were a little chapped and yours were wet, and in all fairness, it probably wasn’t a very good kiss, but it was good enough for you.

“i don’t want to think about this anymore,” you confessed shyly. “not- not the fight. i just don’t want to think about… the other part.” peter pursed his lips, swallowing hard. the miscommunication could be discussed later. but you were hurting, and regardless of whether he’d been the cause, he’d never let you be in pain.

“are you okay if i touch you? where would you feel most comfortable?” peter slid his hand under your jawline to tip your head up and face him. you smiled uncertainly at him.

“yeah, you can touch me,” you murmured. “please, stay with me. ‘n, um, can we sit on the bed?” 

peter nodded, scooping you up and carrying you sideways in his arms until he set you down on top of his comforter with such softness that you didn’t so much as bounce. he crawled beside you, extending an arm. you snuggled yourself into his open embrace, and peter curled his arm around your timid frame and pulled you to his chest, resting his chin on the crown of your head.

he breathed in sharply as he felt you nuzzle yourself even closer to his body. how you could trust him so fully, how you could love him—even after he’d exploded at you—he would never understand. perhaps it was because you were a better person than he was.

his enhanced senses allowed him to pick up the slowing of your breath and the settling of your heartbeat into a steadily pumping metronome that beat against his own chest. kissing your hair, he let himself close his eyes, slipping into the most vulnerable state that one could be in—an unconscious sleep—with the love of his life.

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His queen

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Note - An anon asked for an au sequel to first night with no stucky but this can be read as a one shot. Thanks to lizzygal(link to ao3) for her advice on this! This is written for @sweetlyscared's 1k angst challenge! Congrats boo! I used the prompt 'Do you love her?' Although this is hardly angsty but it's as angsty as someone as soft as me can get🥺 Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Summary - Married life with Steve was amazing (although with a few bumps in the way) until you discovered a heartbreaking secret.

Warnings - explicit sexual content, painful sex, innocent naive insecure reader, dub con/noncon, soft dark Steve, jealous Steve, ooc villain Sharon, like a little breeding kink, some angst.

Pairing - soft dark king!Steve x reader

Word count - 5.3k

Steve jolted when your palm hit him across his face, his hand circled around your wrist, ready to fight whatever it was that slapped him off, his grip loosening when he realised it was just you. You wiggled your hand away from his grip, mumbling incoherently before turning away from him, so that he could only see the silhouette of your nude back in the dim light.

Although he had been with a handful of women, he never had to share a bed with one. He didn’t think he’d ever have to, he was born in royalty, raised to be a king. While he liked having your soft warm body in his arms, he maybe could live without your hands slapping him, or both your legs over his thighs and hips.

It was customary for wives to have their own chambers after the honeymoon period was over. And with a heavy heart he had sent you to your own chambers, he made sure you were treated to the best luxuries possible.

But he found himself missing your presence soon enough. Your legs over his, you annoying him for attention whenever he was working, the way you hummed a song in your head, how you often clumsily bumped into things, your sweet beautiful voice, your scent, everything about you.

So he went to your room, told you that you were to live with him in his chambers from then on. You were hesitant at first, but didn’t say no to him.

You could never deny him anything. He loved that about you. How subservient you were despite being so fiery.

He was grateful to have made you move in, in times like these, when his cock was hard and achingly pressed against your thigh, he had you right where he wanted you.

He softly called out your name, he’d rather have you awake for this. He loved listening to the sweet sounds he could pull out of you. When you didn’t so much as stir he decided he would just have to wake you up another way.

Pushing your legs off his, spreading them apart to make room for him as he hovered over you, pressing soft kisses, rubbing his beard against your skin, he made his way down to his destination, he was parched for your nectar.

He kissed your petal, your cunt already oozing with need, your body would always want him even if you weren’t awake. He frowned when you didn’t move at all. He had been a bit too rough with you that night, exhausting you, making you pass out as soon as he was done, but he was growing more and more impatient.

Scraping his teeth over your clit, he bit it ever so lightly as you yelped awake.

“Oh!” you gasped when you looked down to find the king between your legs.

Swallowing a lump, because this was still so very strange to you. Your mother had told you how a man and woman make love before your wedding, but she never mentioned anything like this.

From your knowledge the king putting his mouth there wouldn’t result in you getting pregnant. But it did bring you great pleasure, to the point where it was maddening.

Sometimes it was the only thing on your mind.

It was as if you were addicted to it.

“My king...” you squirmed when you felt him push his fingers inside you, “I’m so tired... I have court tomorrow...” How he managed to do all his duties and still have you at least thrice everyday was beyond you.

“You don’t have to go. You’re the queen, the future mother of my children, you deserve a day off. Besides I do work you a bit too hard, don’t I?” he asked before plunging his tongue into your heat.

“Huh? No... I’m glad to be serving you...” And you had yet to give him any heirs.

It wasn’t long before you released all over his mouth, your cheeks heating up when you saw his beard coated with your slick as he wiped it off with the back of his hand.

“You can stay in bed all day tomorrow. That way you’ll be strong and ready by the time I’m back.” He told you before capturing your lips in a bruising kiss, as you tasted yourself on his mouth.

Turns out a day off was everything that you had needed. You were born a princess, albeit of a kingdom standing on its last legs, you were the youngest of six sisters, your prospects weren’t all that great.

Your mother told you that you’d be lucky to get a rich lord, let alone a Duke or a prince. A King was out of the question. She taught you how to handle a household, she never could’ve prepared you for court or to be a queen. You always dreamt of marrying for love. Of running away after falling for a stable boy and living far away and being free.

But you married the King of the most prestigious kingdom in the whole world. While you had grown to love Steven, you didn’t love all the responsibilities that were thrusted upon you so suddenly, you didn’t like how you were always under scrutiny. Every move you made was watched and judged by others. You still couldn’t believe your life sometimes.

So it was nice to have a day to yourself. You had slept in till late in the morning, having your breakfast in bed before taking a leisurely bath and then decided to go for a walk in the garden just before the sunset before you’d have to go back up and have dinner with your husband before having to perform your wifely duties.

“Your grace,” you smiled upon hearing the familiar voice, turning around to see Lady Sharon approaching you.

You hadn’t seen her in over a month. She had been so kind to assist you and help you get acclimated to your duties, you’d always be grateful to her.

“I thought you were under the weather,” she frowned. It was the excuse you had given to skip court with your ladies that day. Which wasn’t a complete lie. You were a little sore between your legs. But a warm bath had fixed that.

“I’m feeling quite better,” you said, standing upright, a dignified smile on your face--formal and curt.

Always be formal and curt with everyone. Your instinct was to hug her when you saw her after her month long trip, like you would to any of your sisters or friends, but you must always act like a queen since you were one.

“How was your trip?” you asked her as she hooked her arm in yours so you could both resume walking.

“It went alright. Mama wants to marry me off to the Duke Stark, the trip was some sort of matchmaking ploy,” she snorted.

“What’s wrong with Stark? He seems so charming.” You remember meeting him at your coronation ceremony. Where he had got you beautiful pearls from an exotic country.

“He maybe charming, but at the end of the day - he’s manwhore.”

You gasped incredulously, your hand over your mouth as you looked around to make sure your maids didn’t hear you, “Lady Sharon,” you chastised her, “We can’t use that sort of language.”

“Forgive me, your grace,” she apologized, “I often forget how naive you are.”

“What? Naive?” you huffed. “Not using such filthy language hardly makes me naive.”

“Live a little, all royals are debauched in one way or another. I’m surprised to see just how much of a square you are.”

“Is... is being a square a bad thing?” You wanted to know. You never thought of yourself as a conformist, in fact your mother used to tell you you’ll die an old maid if you didn’t start acting more like a lady and less like a spoilt brat.

“Sometimes it is...” she pondered. “Well, for instance, being a square in bed might be boring for some men.”

“What?” you gasped again. Tightening your grip on her arm and walking at a faster pace to put some distance between you and your maids, “Give us a minute,” you told them.

“Lady Sharon,” you looked into her blue eyes, much like your husbands but a little darker, “Have you ever been with a man?”

“I have,” she shrugged. “Just the one. He was my true love.”

“Bu – but you aren’t married.” You frowned.

“So?”

“So, how can you make love to anyone if you aren’t married...” Your mother had told you that making love only ever happened between a man and his wife.

“I... you do know what making love entails right? This is what I meant when I said you were too much of a square,” she chuckled.

“Don’t... don’t make fun of me...” you pouted.

“I’m sorry, your grace, it’s just,” she put a hand over her mouth as she cleared her throat, “Really funny. Two people, who aren’t married, can make love. Being married is good but not a requirement.”

“I suppose that makes sense, me and his majesty could do it even if we weren’t married...”

“Is he happy with you?” she wanted to know.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s just, you don’t know much about physical relations, and there needs to be a certain level of knowledge and experience for it to be good at it.”

“Do you think he is unsatisfied with me?”

“I wouldn’t know,” she shrugged. “Does he seem unsatisfied?”

He was always asking for it. Which you preferred, because you’d die of embarrassment if you ever had to initiate it. You couldn’t go for too long without it either. He had went on a hunting trip for just a couple of days and you wanted to jump on him and keep him in your bed as soon as you saw him.

Why would he ask for it again and again if he was satisfied?

“I’m not sure... since you know so much about it would you give me some advice?”

“My, I would’ve thought you’d call me a harlot or a whore instead you’re asking for advice...” she smirked.

“Oh, I would never. That is what my mother would say, probably, but you’re my friend. Besides, I would want to make love to Steve even if we weren’t married, and if he was a stable boy.”

“A stable boy?” she quirked a blonde brow.

“Yes! And I would be me, a princess. It’s just a silly dream I used to have,” you shrugged. “What happened to your love? The one you lost?”

“He got married to someone else,” she stated. And although she was firm and sophisticated as always, you could hear his voice wavering and how much pain she was in.

“Oh my... I am so sorry, Sharon,” you said, engulfing her in a hug to comfort her, now that you do actually love someone, now that you know what loving someone deeply means, how overwhelming it can be, you couldn’t even imagine what losing that love would feel like. “You’ll find someone better.”

“There is no one better, your grace. But I’ll give you some advice,” she pulled away from you, putting some distance between you both, “You have to pay special attention to his balls. Many ladies tend to forget them.”

“Ball...? Like toys? I don’t believe he has any.”

“Your grace,” she rolled her eyes as she snickered, “He does have them. That is where your children will come from.”

“Um... what? Wouldn’t they come from...” you looked down, to the place between your legs. That’s where kids come from. That’s what you had been told.

“Well, yes, that is where they will pop out of. But the balls... the ones right behind his manhood, that’s where his seed comes from.”

“Oh...” you nodded as you realised what she was talking about. “So... what about the... balls?”

“Just pay special attention to them. He would like that. Suck on them, tug on them... but gently!” she chuckled as she realised she would have to talk down to you since you were so inexperienced.

“Oh... alright... anything else I can do?”

“Try to be more... active... instead of just sitting there and taking it you know?”

“Alright. I think I get the gist of it.”

“You ready for me, petal?” Steven asked as he looked down at you, naked and vulnerable, so beautiful and all his. He nudged his cock against your intimate lips, prodding at your entrance as he awaited your answer. He knew he could be too much for you sometimes, he was trying to do better. So he could make you love him at least half of as much as he loves you.

“Mm-hm... but um...” you trailed off. Not exactly knowing how you would go about asking to suck his balls.

“What?”

“I was just wondering if... I could... do that...” you fluttered your lashes, that usually got you whatever you wanted from him.

“And what is ‘that’?”

“You know... when you make me put my mouth on you...”

He didn’t usually make you use your mouth.

Most of the times Steven had a strict unofficial schedule he followed when it came to lovemaking. He wasn’t someone who liked or embraced change, he was always strategic, as a king and as your husband.

He’d kiss you till you were out of breath, then your neck, and then your breasts, he’d spend a long amount of time there, maybe because you liked that the most probably. And then he’d use his fingers to work you up, tasting you, eating you out and drinking your nectar.

That drove you mad, till you were on the brink of insanity.

You loved it as much as you hated it. You had never felt so out of control in your entire life. Not even when your parents told you they were going to marry you off to a kingdom far away, to a man you had never even met before.

Steven would complain that you thrashed and moved around too much, although he would encourage you to make all the noise that you wished. He pinned you down by your hips. Sometimes he’d make you make once, twice, thrice, it depended on how desperate he was to get his own release.

And then he’d have you on your back. Whispering the filthiest things to you as he fucked you, filled you up with his seed.

He’d hold you close to him, kissing your hair, kissing your cheeks and touching your ever so intimately. That was when you were the most clingy, you’d hold on so tightly to him. You were more vulnerable than usual. You would tell him about how, even though you love being the queen and his wife, it was so new and overwhelming, how you miss your family and your old life. How things had changed and so drastically. He’d always tell you that it would all be okay. That he would take care of you and never let anything bad ever happen to you.

Then he’d have you on your hands and knees. He told you he liked looking at your behind and spanking it.

After that you’d both fall asleep. Sometimes he’d wake up in the middle of the night and nudge you awake to love you some more. But he rarely ever made you suck him off.

“You wanna suck my cock?” he smirked as you meekly nodded. “Go right ahead then, petal. It’s all yours now, you don’t have to ask,” he told you as he sat up on his knees.

You looked at his cock. Hard and standing tall and proud up against his stomach. You now knew that being aroused made him hard and much much bigger. Maybe that’s why it’s often such a tasking job to take him--often leaving your cunt so sore.

Soft dark golden hair, much like that of his beard, and then you noticed them. His twin balls.

You took a deep breath as you took him in your mouth, suckling on his head, following your instincts and what he had taught you.

Your hand coming up and cupping his balls, massaging them gently in your hand. You stopped when you felt him go stiff.

Pulling his cock out of your mouth you looked up at him. “Did I do something wrong?” as you wiped your spittle and his preejaculate off your mouth.

“No,” he shook his head. It wasn’t often that he was stunned. Not ever really. But you, taking that kind of initiative, to touch him without him asking for you to, did shock him just a little.

He held onto the back of your head, bringing his balls just next to your mouth, against your soft lips, “Suck on them,” he told you.

You suckled at one, working the other one with your hand as he pulled at the roots of your head.

“Fuck! Stop!” he heaved, pulling you away, “I have to save it for your beautiful cunt, my queen,” he told you as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead before he pushed you back down on the mattress.

Swiftly entering you, you were still as tight as the night of your wedding, which meant he had to be patient while fucking you, and he tried. He really did. But he was not a patient man. Especially not when you had just put your mouth on him and worked your magic in mere seconds.

He put most of his weight on you as he slowly pushed in and out of you, your face scrunched up in pleasure as you dug your nails into his shoulders.

With your pussy hugging him so well, almost as if it was made for him, as if you were made by the gods just for him.

“What have you done to me?” he rasped, touching his damp forehead to yours. You had weaved some sort of magic on him, making him crazy for you. Now it was hard to tell where he ended and you began.

You pressed a hand against your mouth to stop from giggling or making any sort of noise. Resting your back against the cool surface of the throne. You chose the back of the throne in the court as your place of hiding. Maybe it wasn’t the most strategic ploy but you were playing against a six year old.

Lila Barton had asked to play hide and seek with you. Only to receive a scolding from her nanny--to not bother the queen with such trivial matters.

It was as if you were reliving your childhood. You always felt you were made to grow up and be a lady too fast. With your mother and sisters telling you how important it was to act mature and be a lady, or you wouldn’t be able to marry well. Or marry at all.

So you jumped at the first opportunity to play with the kid. Making her count to twenty before looking for a place to hide. You had to go get your lessons for sewing so you didn’t have a lot of time, you hoped she would find you soon.

“But you’re not even considering it!”

You perked up when you heard the familiar voice, it was Lady Sharon! You had to thank her for all her advice, things had been going great with Steven ever since you listened to her. He had been opening up to you as well, although he was still as voracious in his love making. If anything... he wanted you even more now. Which you didn’t think could even be possible.

But some part of you absolutely loved it. And you knew you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You peaked out to see her, to maybe call her to join you on the floor, hiding behind the large throne. You frowned when you saw that she was holding onto Steven’s arm, looking up at him with a certain desperation in her eyes.

“There is nothing to consider. I’m a married man. It would be adultery – a crime,” he stated.

“Bu – but you promised, you told me you didn’t love her. You said you didn’t have any other choice. I’m not asking you to leave her for me, I know that’s not possible. I’m not a fucking idiot like her.”

You slapped a hand over your mouth again to keep your sobs in, tears streaming down your face as you watched your husband, and his lover, have a lovers quarrel.

You couldn’t hear any more of it. Couldn’t bear it breaking your heart anymore than it already had. You quickly got up, fleeing out of the room by the back entrance - which the servants often used.

“You watch your mouth when you speak of the queen,” he yanked his arm free of her, putting some distance between himself and her, “I didn’t make any promises like that. I told you I intended to be faithful to her even if I didn’t love her.”

He knew it was a mistake to ever get involved with Sharon. He never wanted to be a womanizer. But he had his needs. He didn’t think she would become so obsessed with him. He had broken off their short fling as soon as he became betrothed to you.

He felt responsible for all the rumours about him and her and her ruined reputation. So he had arranged for her to marry his good friend Stark but she had her mind set on him.

“I like the queen. She’s a good friend of mine. I don’t intend to replace her,” she explained. She had no interest in being a queen and having such tedious and boring responsibilities anyway—the power and the status that came along with it just wasn’t worth the hassle. She pitied you and how you just weren’t made for the job.

“But she can’t satisfy you, she can’t give you what you need-- What I can give you,” Being the Kings mistress would probably be better than being a Duchess and marrying some boring old man.

“Won’t you even think about it?”

“No I won’t. And you are to never speak of this again,” he warned her.

“Your grace...” Lydia was completely confused. Standing there with your dress in her hands as you frantically stuffed your clothes in a chest.

She had never seen two people as in love as you and the king. When she first met you, it didn’t seem as if you and Steven would make a good couple. She assumed your marriage would be like any other she had seen. Cold and distant.

Steve had never been smitten with a woman, she always felt there maybe something wrong with him. But he had grown so fond of you in such a short time. Even going as far as asking you to live with him in his chambers. Having the king around often made her duties to you challenging. But she was happy for you.

“I don’t understand. What wrong? Why do you want to leave so suddenly.” Does the king approve of your sudden departure? If not would she get in trouble for it?

“He lied to me,” you sobbed. “I thought--” you let out a hiccup.

“Calm down,” she said as she rubbed your forearms. She wasn’t afraid to touch you in such friendly ways, you weren’t as stuck up as most royals.

You took a deep breath as you tried to explain to your handmaiden why you both had to leave as soon as possible. Before Steven gets back. You’ll move all your things to the room you were supposed to live in and just lock him out of your chambers.

“I would’ve been fine living on my own. Just being a wife and a queen. But he made me believe... that we could be more. That he loved me. It’s not true,” you shook your head. “He lied. He has another lover.”

“Oh,” she let out. She was disappointed on your behalf but not surprised. It would be strange if the king didn’t have any other lovers. “I’m sorry, your grace.”

“I’ll be fine,” you sniffled. “This'll be a good lesson for me. My mother always told me I have my head in the clouds and should live in reality. That’ll teach me to dream.”

It was almost funny for her to watch you babble nonsense, stable boys, princesses and backstabbing friends, take a break to cry your heart out and then resume packing and trying to order all the other servants.

“What’s going on here?”

Everyone stopped moving as soon as they heard the kings voice. He of course looked at the Lydia for an explanation.

“The queen wants us to...”

“I’m moving back to my old chambers,” you briskly walked to him, standing right in front of him, looking him in the eye. He was much taller than you, making you crane your neck to actually get a good look at him, but you still tried to look intimidating and confrontational.

“Why?” he frowned. “Put everything back just as it was,” he ordered everyone.

“No!” you stomped your foot, looking very much like an indignant child who had his toy taken away, than a queen, “Don’t! We’re moving!” But of course nobody would listen to you over Steven. Not just because he was their king, but also because he was much more intimidating than you.

“Stop it!” he reprimanded you. “Whatever troubles you may have, we can sort them out together, but you are not moving back. And that’s the end of that.”

“No! I’m leaving! I’d like to see you try to stop me!” You hmphed. Pushing past him and making way for the door. You didn’t need to take your things with you now, you could just send for them later.

You screamed bloody murder when you felt Stevens arm around your stomach, as he threw you over his shoulder in the blink of an eye, “HELP!!” You yelled at the guards and your maids, who didn’t want to get involved, quickly scurrying out of the room.

“Ring the bell if you need anything, your grace,” Lydia said on her way out to you before she closed the door. It didn’t seem as if the king intended to do any real harm to you so she wasn’t that worried about you.

You kept on hitting his back, thrashing around his hold to break free, “Put me down!”

He threw you on your marital bed, his fingers making quick work of ridding him of his clothes so he could show you how he was just never going to let you go.

“Why do you even care? If I leave or not? You can just call for your lover!”

“My lover?” he frowned as he tried to push your skirts up your legs, which was proving to be a difficult task. Maybe he should’ve asked the maids to undress you before making them leave.

“Do you love her?” you asked, looking up at him and stopping your futile resistance for a few moments, your lips wobbly as you felt your vision blue with tears. You were born a princess, living a relatively sheltered life, never knowing pain so unbearable. As if you would never recover from this, you would never be the same.

You would never believe in love again.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about, petal,” he said, getting frustrated with all the buttons and ties on your dress and ripping your skirt apart. Which he regretted, just a little because you started crying again.

“No! I like this dress.”

“I’ll buy you another one. I’ll buy you a hundred more.” He said as he hovered over you, diving in to kiss your beautiful lips and make you stop saying such preposterous things.

You sniffled as you tried to push him away, making him gather your wrists in one hand and pinning them above your head.

“Stop it,” he told you. “When will you understand that you belong to me now? If I say you have to live with me, here, then that’s what you’ll do.”

“I’m not your slave,” you retorted as you tried to wiggle your hands out of his grip.

“Stop listening to rumors! There are plenty going around. I do not have a lover.”

“No. I saw it with my own eyes. You and Lady Sharon. Just this afternoon.”

“What did you see?”

“I... she said she was your lover...?” You tried to think of what exactly had been said between them. But you couldn’t remember. You were blinded by your fury and your sorrow.

“We used to be lovers, before you and I ever met, but not anymore. I could never think of another, I could never love anyone else,” he said softly as he touched your cheek with his other hand, “You want to know why?”

“Why?” you pouted, feeling a little stupid now.

“Because you’ve ruined me, my queen. You’ve made me a lovesick fool. I could never love anyone else the way I love you. Do you want to know how much I love you?” he asked as you meekly nodded.

Pulling his cock out of breaches, he pushed your skirts up, exposing your thighs to him, he rubbed his cock along the slick of your pussy.

“Did fighting with me make you wet, my queen?” he asked, making you avert your gaze.

“I...” it was the way he had simply thrown you around, how he just wouldn’t let you leave, “Maybe...”

“Hm, don’t start picking fights with me for no reason though. My poor heart won’t be able to bear it,” he cooed as he kissed your cheeks, wet from your tears. “You look beautiful when you cry, love, but I only want you crying when I’m fucking you, you understand?”

“Yes...”

He pushed inside you, you were tighter than usual, it was difficult to even properly enter you. The pain of it of course made you cry again. You sobbed into the crook of his neck as he shushed you.

“You feel my love, darling,” he asked as he was buried to the hilt inside you, “I’ll give you a child soon enough. Then you’ll have a living breathing proof of it,” he whispered in your ear as he started steadily moving, making sure that he won’t hurt you.

“I wish... I was your one and only... like you are mine,” you sniffled as you held on to him, soon it is wasn’t hurting as much, it was a little uncomfortable but you could bear through it.

“You are my one and only. You’re the only woman I have ever loved. Do you love me, petal?”

He looked down at you, wanting you to say it. He needed you to love him, for you to say it to him, he needed to know you weren’t here just because you were scared of him.

“I love you, Steve,” you sniffled, rubbing your runny nose with the back of your hand.

He smiled at you, his hand trailing down both your bodies as he twisted your pearl between his fingers.

“It’s okay... it’s okay...” He kept telling you as you screamed at the top of your lungs, your climax making your mind and your vision fuzzy.

“I’m going to fill you up, petal,” he told you as he finished inside you, staying inside you for a long while after he was done just to make sure you knew how he belonged to you just as much as you belonged to him.

[cursingtoji]

Kakashi Relationship hcs

Genre: cracky smut? Smutty crack?

Note: my personal menace @laraazoldyck threatened me into writing this and I had a ridiculous amount of fun with my favourite 45yo virgin (Seb’s words).

word count: 800

From the first time you met Kakashi you found yourself a mission

The mission is to fluster him

Always so unbothered, one hand in his pocket and another holding that stupid p*rn book

And god forbid if someone asks him about the content of the book

But you saw him through that façade, he just needed a little push

At first, your flirtation attempts just flew over his head

Man wouldn’t even blink at that

To get where you wanted you had to be shameless

Every time the senseis reunite to get some drinks you would touch his thigh under the table

Oop— are you that happy to be here Kakashi?

He excuses himself to the bathroom and you wait some minutes to do the same

That punk would come back to the table like you weren’t just sucking him dry a minute ago

The problem down your legs? You could take care of it yourself but fucking manwhore Asuma was just out there

So yeah you ask him to do you a little favour after the bar closed

And you complained about Kakashi obliviousness after making a mess on Asuma’s face

He didn’t have too much to say besides “yeah that’s Kakashi, now get on all fours”.

After the bathroom episode, Kakashi would try to hide how sweaty he gets when you approach him in public

You don’t miss it of course

But don’t expect him to act on anything

And don’t @ me

This dude only kissed a girl when he fell over her and even then he had the mask on 💀

At some point you consider giving up so you go the master for some advice

Ero Sennin himself

Dangerous move, little one

That pervy tells you to just go for it

Kakashi is careful and won’t take unnecessary risks

You were an unnecessary risk? Ouch

But you do as said, and one day after begging Tsunade to help you out she agreed to borrow you her office

Kakashi gets there wondering why Tsunade called him there so late, and why there’s no light?

You lock the door behind him and trap him on the wall

“You can leave if you want to, but if you stay I’m having my way with you” you start to palm his abs under his shirt.

He tries to say something but he’s a babbling mess the second you palm his cock

“Take that mask off, I want to sit on your face”

You have to take the reins this time, but it’s okay, Kakashi is a good boy and will cooperate

He creamed his pants touchless just by having you sitting on his face

Very fun night 10/10

Tsunade had a whole cleaning crew on her office the next day

Kakashi starts to become a little more open towards you

In the beginning, when you hug him from behind and whisper dirty things on his ear he will pull his mask up to cover the redness that threatens to take over his entire face

But give him a little while to get used to you then at some point you will do that as usual and he will pinch his mask but instead of pull it up he will pull it down and turn to touch his lips on your ear and whisper back something even more dirty

It’s a line from the book he’s reading lmao did you really think he came up with that

Spoiler: you did and now you had to stay behind him because your legs feel weak.

Eventually he feels more comfortable to be the kinkiest mfer you ever had to deal with

Jiraya is so proud :’)

This man will find you talking to Kurenai on the street so he comes up greeting you both and you take a peek at the content of the paper bag he’s carrying only to find what looks like handcuffs and a dildo

“The essentials for dinner, sweetie” ;)

While Kurenai is just 😀

At home he would come up to you and thrown an open book at the table

And there it was a fucking sex postion that made you choke on your salad

“I wanna try that”

It doesn’t take long for Kakashi to go from subest sub to domest dom :D

You told him about the times you had Asuma over because Kakashi himself would not spare you a glare

You thought he was gonna be mad

He said “okay” and continued to polish his kunais

Maybe he needed time to process?

No :)

He called Asuma over that same night :)

He let Asuma fuck you for the first round :)

Then made Asuma watch as he made you scream and cum even harder just for him

Huge ego boost for Kakashi

Now he glares and smirks at Asuma under the mask, inappropriately touching you whenever he walk past his friend in the village 💀

[staysuki]

my sunshine ☼ | lee minho smau

[final] chapter 15.—“you are my sunshine.”

word count: 3.4k

warnings: implied sexual assault, objectification, very heavy angst

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it's been ten minutes since you both last texted each other, making minho anxious by each passing second, thinking you were having a difficult time finding your way.

it's been ten minutes since you both last texted each other, making minho anxious by each passing second, thinking you were having a difficult time finding your way.

it's been ten minutes since you both last texted each other, making minho anxious by each passing second, thinking you were having a difficult time finding your way.

nonetheless, he opted to stay in place as he didn't want you to miss each other's spot or get it occupied by someone else. it didn't help that he had to keep watch of the stuff as well as felix and jisung who wouldn't stop splashing around the cold currents like children.

he felt a tap on his shoulder, which helped him relax a bit, thinking it's finally you. but as he turned around, a different face greeted him entirely.

“sup, loser.” he immediately recognized the pale skin and the long black hair, as he reluctantly gave shuhua a small smile as he stood up to meet her gaze.

“hey, i’m glad you could make it, i’m sure y/n would be happy to see you.” he went to get his phone from his pocket, wanting to let you know right away but she immediately stopped minho’s hand from doing so.

“hold it right there, let me state my piece.” she said with her usual crass tone but minho heard her out. “y/n is the kindest person in the planet, i’ll fight anyone who says otherwise. that being said, being too nice has it’s own troubles—namely being taken advantage of by anyone that’s literal trash on earth, but still, that girl doesn’t know how to back off.”

minho just nodded, listening intently, letting shuhua finish whatever she wanted to say.

“but that kindness doesn’t make her weak, okay? she’s strong, she wouldn’t be able to keep being nice if she was weak-willed. in fact, the fact that she can keep trusting people despite getting screwed over constantly is a good testament to that, no matter how fucked up that may be. but you know, her kindness isn’t surface-level, she’s genuine, and she feels things just as much as she gives so whenever people do her wrong, she feels all of that right through her core. then felix and i have to see her broken over and over again and pick up the pieces every time it happens. it sucks, and it’s painful to see.”

“i understand,” minho urged her to keep going.

“the worst one yet would have to be seo changbin, that manwhore, because he ultimately ended up being able to steal y/n’s heart and just ruthlessly crushed it in front of her. call it a bet, call it being a scumbag, call it whatever you want, but that man was just after one thing— and when he got it, when y/n had trusted him, he just left her cold. oh man, still makes my blood boil every time i think about it.”

shuhua wasn’t alone in that aspect, as hearing the story, it also awakened some sort of anger within minho that he had never felt before. how dare could they hurt you like that? how could anyone ever take advantage of you and your kind heart? who’s so heartless as to be able to do that?

he may not know the entire story but he’s sure that you didn’t deserve any of the pain inflicted upon you.

“so anyways, yes, i’m 100% making excuses but they’re valid excuses as to why i hate your guts alongside hwang’s, i’m here to give y/n a chance and her weird ways but don’t expect me to be buddy buddy with any of you—that much.” she rolled her eyes but minho’s worry was released with her statement, at least he’d get to have a chance to prove her wrong.

“i know, and i’m really sorry about what hyunjin did. i told him off immediately after i found out he said those things to y/n, i know i can’t bring time back but please just give him a chance.”

shuhua shrugged, making minho sigh and continue.

“the reason why he’s like that is because of me— i was also once too trusting and had gotten myself in an ugly situation with a lady who took advantage of me… and my body,” he shuddered, looking back on it, shuhua looked at her feet in slight shame as she heard out minho’s story.

“ever since that time it’s been a bit hard for me to approach women, or anyone at all, and hyunjin blamed himself for not being able to help me right away so he’s overcompensating right now. i know that doesn’t excuse it but i hope you’d understand that he’s coming from a place of good intentions— no matter how bizarre the execution. so with that in line, i also just wanted to say that the rumors you’ve heard weren’t true, and i don’t know where you got it nor do i know how to disprove it but i don’t sleep around.. i don’t drink because i’m afraid of being drunk— because it makes me feel unsafe and vulnerable. if i had the choice, i wouldn’t go to parties in the first place but i wanted jisung and hyunjin to be able to have fun and make sure that they’d get to home safely afterwards.”

the two shared a quiet moment for a while, before shuhua spoke up.

“i’m sorry, really, for what happened to you.”

“it’s alright, it’s never easy to hear, nor talk about, but if it would ease your worries about my intentions with y/n, i’d happily do so.”

she nodded, having a newfound respect for minho as she looked at his poker face. a warm heart underneath a cold facade brought upon by the experiences that broke him. he had to protect himself in some way, and because of that, people thought of him (and hyunjin) as unkind.

“thank you for sharing.” she followed up, her heart heavy with the revelation and with the fact that minho trusted her enough with the story. before they could say anything else to each other, jisung and felix appeared beside them, noses runny with the cold.

“hey! i didn’t think you’d come you cold-hearted bitch.” felix greeted shuhua with a big bear hug, a big smile imminent on his freckled face.

“don’t hug me, you’re soaked! why would you even swim at this ungodly hour? the water is cold enough as is in the daytime.”

felix just shrugged, wrapping an arm to shuhua’s like a koala as he groaned, “i think i’m gonna get sick.”

“play stupid games, win stupid prizes.” minho said, wrapping a thick blanket around jisung who was shivering on the sand.

“i-i didn’t wanna l-lose.” he said as he hugged himself, using his phone for warmth.

“don’t worry, idiots don’t catch colds, this is a fluke.” shuhua reiterated, making felix push her off to the sand.

“you don’t get to bully me when you stopped talking to us for almost a month, i basically don’t even know you anymore.” the freckled blonde stuck his tongue out to his best friend.

“it’s not my fault you have the memory of a goldfish.”

the two threw friendly insults at each other, making minho sigh in relief at the mended friendship, as he stared fondly at the two bickering friends, jisung sat up to catch his friend’s attention.

“hey, min.”

“yeah?” minho responded, looking towards jisung who still looked cold, though better than before.

“hyunjin told me he’s with y/n right now so i texted him to get me a smoothie. if you make your way there right now, you might be able to catch up.”

“why would you… ask for a smoothie..?”

“i don’t know! isn’t it good to drink something cold when you’re cold so that your body would generate heat?”

“i’m not sure about the science behind all of that so i’m not gonna let you have it.” he kicked jisung back to a lying position to force him to rest as he made his way over to the smoothie place that jisung had pointed towards. breaking into a sprint in his excitement to see you.

though truth be told, han jisung didn’t really want a smoothie, he simply wanted a reason for you guys to be able to meet up because he knows that you two deserve a time alone.

why the smoothie? he just couldn’t think of anything else.

nonetheless, as he fondly watched his friend’s retreating figure, he sent a message to minho, hoping that this was enough for him to atone for the things he regretted doing.

you would be lying if you said that trying to find your friends wasn’t a struggle— because it 100% is. with the throng of people who all seemed to have the same idea of celebrating christmas vacation in the town square near the beach where the nightlife is bustling, you couldn’t even see anything ahead of you aside from people’s heads.

what’s worse is that your voice seemed to be drowned out by the crowd every time you attempted to pass through a specific path. “excuse me— please, excuse me—”

immediately, you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder, an annoyed loud voice speaking up afterwards, “hello?! can we pass through please?”

the volume of the words near your ear made you flinch, looking up to see hyunjin glaring at everyone in front who gave him odd looks for being so brazen, nonetheless, everyone seemed to scoot away immediately.

“sometimes you need to raise your voice, stupid.” he flicked you on the forehead before dropping his hand from your shoulder, leading the way for the two of you as the path gave way.

“do you know where they are?” you asked, trying to hop on your step to see far into the beach, but aside from the amount of people, the seaside didn’t really have enough lights to illuminate the crowds in it.

“no, but how hard could it be.” he shrugged, just scrolling through his phone as he didn’t even bother looking up to see his way, people just instantly steps away from where he’s walking.

“you don’t have to be so rude all the time, you know.”

his eyes dropped from the screen to you, raising his eyebrows, “oh really? i didn’t see you getting anywhere with that niceness.”

you were speechless, knowing you wouldn’t get anywhere with him so you just sighed, drooping your shoulders as you followed his lead.

“tsk. jisung wants me to get them a smoothie.” you heard him mutter. your eyes widened at the thought of jisung craving an ice cold drink after taking a swim at the beach but you didn’t wanna go all-motherly towards them, respecting their (awfully poor) choices.

“let’s go then.” you said, remembering the layout of the plaza and knowing where to get the drinks.

“ugh, is it far?” he complained and you rolled your eyes at him playfully, awfully familiar with hyunjin’s whininess.

“no, it’s just in front of the beachside, it’s fine.”

as you guys made your way to definitely-not-jamba-juice, you hear hyunjin groan beside you at the long waiting queue, “why do people want to have a cold drink when it’s already fucking freezing? i thought jisung was just really stupid but i guess everyone is.”

you panickedly hushed hyunjin, who didn’t even try being subtle with his remark, his voice reverbating inside the small establishment where fellow patrons gave him the stink eye.

“hyunjin, please!”

it was his turn to roll his eyes at you, “y/n stop being so dramatic, it wouldn’t matter whether some strangers like you or not, i’m literally never gonna see these people again in my entire life, what’s an insult or two gonna do? traumatize them forever?”

“still, it would be nice if you spread some kindness around.”

“i don’t see what good it’ll be, but you do you, just don’t stick your nose in my business.”

“how would you expect people to love you if you don’t show it?”

“i think i’m good with jisung and minho.” he snided but you shook your head.

“i meant, like, romantically.”

he raised his eyebrows, scoffing, “you trying to make a move on me?”

you furiously blushed with widened eyes, “what?! no! i’m just saying, other people! i don’t see you that way!”

“pfft, jeez, defensive much? i was just kidding.” he laughed dryly, a certain emotion you couldn’t trace, “but to answer your question, i don’t care. if nobody would love me then it’s whatever. but if i keep being like this and someone still did end up liking me then i would know that their feelings are sincere because they liked me for who i am, not because i’m forcing myself to be nice.”

you sighed, wanting to retort but you knew that he made an awful lot of good sense, “then, have you ever liked anyone before?”

“no.”

“not even once?” you pushed on, “haven’t you ever been in love?”

you see him look at you intently, for the first time ever, he was able to make sincere eye contact with you. you can see the turmoil behind his sharp eyes, the contemplation and the fear as his mouth hesitated to answer. but eventually, he did, “no. that’s stupid.”

it took all of hyunjin to say that, to say such a bold-faced lie in front of the only girl who has ever given him a chance his whole life. to say that perhaps there has been someone who had caught his eye… and his heart. but he knew that he couldn’t admit those words aloud. never, especially not to you.

maybe he should’ve tried to shoot his shot right then and there, test out your reaction, but he didn’t want to do that, especially since when he looked away from you, he saw the man that would’ve been his rival. the man that actually deserved you and your pure heart. the man who looked so frantically worried looking for you as he entered the establishment.

“oh look, here’s lover boy, see ya.” he gave you a heavy pat on the shoulder before walking away, not even giving you anytime to respond as you just confusedly followed his retreating figure, not seeing beyond the people behind you, wondering what he meant by that.

you were clueless up until you see minho make his way through the line, joining you in your spot.

“hey,” he breathed out, looking exhausted, “jisung said you’d be here.”

“yeah… are you alright? you seem… tired. do you need to sit down? i’m alright with waiting in line alone.”

“no no, it’s alright, i came to get you so..” he scratched the back of his neck shyly, looking down on his feet to try and catch his breath. his cheeks were pink but you assumed it was from running all the way to get here.

“i thought you were watching over the others and the spot?”

he shook his head, and as he turned his eyes back up to you, he shot you his smile— the same sweet smile, probably the sweetest you’ve ever seen in your entire life, that made your heart skip a beat or two. the same smile that had unknowingly caught your heart. “shuhua came.”

you felt like crying right then and there, instinctively wrapping your arms around minho’s neck for a hug as you felt bursting with joy. though he felt reserved at first, he softly enclosed you in his arms as well, letting you revel in the happiness for a moment.

it wasn’t until you realized that you were still in the middle of a busy shop that you cleared your throat, the two of you awkwardly letting go as you shyly looked away.

minho cleared the air, “let’s go back to the beach?”

“what about jisung’s smoothie?”

he shrugged, holding his hand out towards you, “he changed his mind.”

you smiled, taking a hold of his hand, letting him guide you outside.

and it was then that you realize— that this man, whose beauty was illuminated by the moonlight, is a man you fell in love with.

“where are they?” you asked as minho had taken you to a spot in the beachside cliff, overlooking the ocean reflecting the beautiful night sky, but your friends were no where in sight. the cold made you shudder but minho was quick to wrap his jacket around your shoulders.

“you’ll get cold!” you protested but he just shook his head.

“i’m used to it.” he said, “i wanted to be alone with you for a while.”

his boldness took you by surprise, not knowing how to react so you just eagerly nodded, following his suit on sitting down by the rocks.

“i’m surprised there aren’t a lot of people in this area.”

“yeah, many people don’t know this spot, i just found out about it earlier too.” he said but you can see a certain shake in his hands.

“are you… afraid of heights?” you asked, which made him look away in embarrassment. “oh no, don’t feel ashamed!” without even thinking about it, you took his hand in yours and intertwined them, hoping to ease his fear.

you feel him relax his tension, looking at you fondly, “thank you, that helps.”

you could feel your heart bursting and you wondered whether he’d be able to hear the strongness of your emotions from such close proximity. you never knew that anyone could ever make you feel this way again but minho could do it so effortlessly.

“i-i’m not.. coming onto you, am i?” you see his reluctance, making you tilt your head in confusion.

“what do you mean?”

“like.. maybe i’m the only one who feels something special and that you don’t see me as more than a friend. i don’t know— maybe i haven’t been obvious enough that i like you and that maybe i’m just taking advantage of your kindness—”

you could sense that his anxiousness would make him ramble on and on so in a spur of sudden boldness, you decided to shut him up with a quick peck on the lips— successfully so.

it took him a while to get his bearings back, mouth agape and eyes wide, but when he did, he immediately snaked his hand behind your neck, pulling you in to capture your lips for a sweeter kiss.

no words left were needed to be shared, everything was where it’s meant to be. only having to pull away to capture your breaths, the kiss was addicting to the point that you could see yourself not wanting to stop.

“i love you, minho,” you admitted, staring straight into his eyes as he said the same words back with just as much emotion.

“i love you too.”

you two thought that you’d spend a short time just looking at the seaside, but with you around, minho was able to forget about his fear of heights and just cherish this beautiful moment with you. he felt like he’s on top of bliss, the song in his heart feeling completed by your beautiful melody of existence. you completed him.

he started by telling you about shuhua, and what they talked about.

“sorry, i’m sure you would’ve wanted to share such a story yourself.”

“no, it’s fine, i’m glad you heard about it.”

but he also opened up about his own experiences, about his past and to explain why hyunjin is the way that he is. even minho, himself, could tell that his eyes just shot love arrows towards you when he stared into your teary eyes, feeling bad for his past, as he wiped the tears that escaped.

he was utterly grateful that you were so understanding.

utterly grateful that you could see past people’s initial surface.

grateful that you gave them a chance.

even in the darkness of minho’s past trauma, and the darkness of the seaside cliff, you shone brightly with your heart on your shoulder, spreading warmth throughout his veins like the golden summer sun.

you walked in his life and started illuminating it with your glow.

you are his sunshine.

genre: lee minho smau | fluff, angst, crack, college au, strangers to lovers

synopsis: two people with completely different personalities living in completely different circles. in your years of college life, you’ve never once interacted with each other, and everyone thought it’ll stay that way. but after a cruel twist of fate revolving a blind date mishap, you find your lives suddenly intertwined— and perhaps, maybe, you two weren’t so different after all.

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