#I'm punching myself in the face over how stunning she is

[spicymambaae]

How can a woman be so breathtaking??? I literally gasped for air WTF KARINA???

To have this pretty face between your legs my god...

[carlsdarling]

Heated arguments

Carl and Y/N have an argument, then some make-up sex, and it gets really emotional... More of a plot, and also sex and fluff. Everyone is 18 or over. (This was requested, but the request somehow vanished from my inbox, don't know.)

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex

You were just fed up. Carl's overprotective attitude, the way he constantly tried to control you and forbid you to do things, and you glared at him angrily when he scolded you for going on a supply run with Maggie and Glenn for once and then leaving them to search a pharmacy and getting surrounded by walkers. You'd wanted to search the pharmacy for a few more personal items, including condoms.

"You could have died," Carl told you, his face pale with anger, his jaw tense. "You almost died!"

"No, I wouldn't have died," you contradicted defiantly and crossed your arms in front of your chest.

"Are you kidding me?" Carl's voice pitched. "Maggie told me that there were at least a dozen walkers in the pharmacy when she and Glenn came in, and that you were stuck on top of a cabinet! If Maggie and Glenn hadn't vanquished the walkers, they would have tipped the cabinet over and eaten you alive."

"No, they wouldn't have," you replied against your better judgment. "The walkers would have given up."

Carl stared at you, stunned, his eye narrowed. "Are you really that stupid, Y/N, or are you just faking it?" he insulted you, ruffling his hair. "You know, I may not want to admit that my girlfriend has a birdbrain, but obviously she does," he stated brutally. "No one with a shred of intelligence would put themselves in a predicament like that! And then you get upset that I'm supposedly controlling you? Yes, maybe I do, but the reason is that you're stupid and reckless and can't take care of yourself!" Angrily, he clenched his right fist and punched a locker.

You flinched at his words and his outburst of anger, and you began to seethe inside. "Oh yeah, but of course Carl Grimes The Almighty is perfect! Who puts themselves in danger all the time, on purpose? You do! How many times have I told you not to go into dark stores alone to loot unimportant stuff?"

Only recently you had scolded Carl for going into an abandoned department store just to get an old CD player for you. Beaming like a child, he had presented the item to you and had been as proud as all the times before when he had taken extra dangerous actions just to be able to give you presents - perfume, jewelry, make-up, books, anything he knew you would like. No matter how many times you told him to stop, he wouldn't listen to you.

"At least I can look after myself," Carl replied angrily. "You can't. I forbid you to go on any tours without me!"

You put your hands up indignantly. "You don't have any right to forbid whatsoever, Carl! Fuck you!" you shouted at him before turning around abruptly and running off in the direction of your house.

"Fine!" Carl called after you. "Then do what you want!" Enraged, he marched off in the opposite direction, his hands in his pockets. It was true that he regularly did dangerous things himself - but only to please you and impress you. No, actually that was only half the truth. Carl's missing eye made him feel inferior to the other new lads in Alexandria, and he lived in constant fear that you might leave him for one of them. Carl couldn't bear the thought of losing you, so he desperately tried to impress and spoil you to prove to you that he was the best option for you. Even if it meant risking his life.

You slammed the door behind you in anger and even started cleaning the house in your frustration. Who did Carl think he was?

Not even an hour passed before there was a knock at the door. Standing on the threshold - Carl. You looked at him in silence. "Can I come in?" he asked shyly. Wordlessly, you let him in. "I... can we get along again?" He looked at you pleadingly and his hands were shaking, he was obviously nervous.

"Carl, you called me a birdbrain, I..."

"I didn't mean it that way," he murmured, hugging you and burying his face against your shoulder. "Let me make it up to you?"

Your body responded to Carl as it always did, and you moaned softly as he began to kiss your neck. You were like wax in his hands; you always had been, and you didn't protest as he directed you to the couch in the living room, swept the cushions down and pressed you onto the padding. "Carl, this is inappropriate, we're still in an argument," you whispered, gently trying to push him away.

"I was thinking of some make-up sex," Carl whispered back, and you succumbed to the temptation - even if it didn't solve your problems. Carl unbuttoned your blouse, unhooked your bra and soon had your jeans and panties pulled down too, leaving you naked in front of him. You couldn't wait to see him naked too and tugged impatiently at his belt. Carl stood up to hastily remove his clothes, and before he was about to lie back down next to you, you grabbed his slim hips, grasping his proudly erected dick and giving the tip some kitten licks, then slowly slid his veiny shaft into your mouth and sucked on it.

Carl's knees got wobbly, he inhaled sharply and began to whimper, then he put his hand on your head, tousled your hair and controlled the movements of your mouth. "Oh yes, please," he whispered breathless with arousal. You cupped his balls with one hand and rubbed them while you continued to slowly suck Carl off. Some precum leaked out of his cock and you swallowed it before suddenly withdrawing from him, eliciting a sound of disappointment from Carl. His dick glistened with your saliva as he lay on top of you without further foreplay, gently forcing your legs apart and thrusting into you in one smooth motion. You were more than ready for him and moaned out, your hot, soaking wet walls clenching around his cock. Carl's heart was beating right next to yours as he fucked you with skilled movements. You buried your face in his neck curve, kissing and nibbling his pale skin, while Carl's long hair tickled your face and you inhaled his scent, which intoxicated you as always - the typical, unique Carl scent that made your hormones go crazy.

You lifted your hips. Carl's cock slid in and out with a steady rhythm, and he breathed heavily, again and again he let out those small, adorable moans that turned you on even more. You stroked Carl's back, completely overwhelmed by your feelings for him, it was just you and Carl and your lovemaking, and your whimpering grew louder.

"You cumming?" Carl looked at you, little drops of sweat standing between his eyebrows.

"Carl, oh yes, Carl," you moaned, half senseless with lust. Carl was delighted as always that he was the reason you felt so good, and he would make sure you cum before he did. He withdrew from you almost completely, then slowly penetrated you again, again and again, until you were on the verge of madness. "Oh my God, Carl, you're so good." The orgasm came over you so hard it felt like your head was going to explode , and Carl noticed a new gush of slippery hot moisture welcoming his cock. He quickened his pace, his moans became louder and louder, his thrusts harder and more irregular, then he tensed up, all his muscles tightened, and he had his release right inside your pussy.

Carl stayed on top of you for a while, both of you sticky with sweat and body fluids, and you pressed against him. You two didn't speak until Carl finally pulled his dick out and lay down right beside you. "Are we... good with each other again?" he asked shyly.

You frowned. "The fact remains that you called me stupid, Carl," you said icily.

Carl winced with guilt. "I didn't really mean it. I'm sorry," he whispered glumly, and when you didn't respond, he reached for his jeans, which were lying on the floor next to the sofa, and fished out a necklace with a pendant in the shape of a glittering jaguar. He attempted to hand you the necklace. "Here, I found this when I was scavenging, and I thought..." He seemed anxious.

Anger welled up in you, and you slapped Carl's hand away; the necklace whirled through the air and landed on the ground. "Tell me, don't you get it?" you snapped at him. "I don't want you to keep getting unimportant things for me! You put yourself in unnecessary danger every time! For bullshit like a fucking necklace! And don't tell me you found the necklace by accident!"

Carl blushed and lowered his gaze. "You're right, the jewelry store was full of walkers. It... it's just... well, it's just that..."

You looked at him inquiringly. "It's - what, Carl?" you asked in a softer tone.

Carl struggled with himself, then it all burst out of him. "It's just that there are these new guys in the community, and I can see them staring at you - and at me, with my ruined face. I... what else can I do but go the extra mile to make sure you stay with me? To make you like me? I don't want to lose you, Y/N." Carl's lower lip quivered slightly.

Carl's words touched you and made you sad. He was so insecure about your affection for him that he felt he had to shower you with gifts and attention - even if it meant putting his life on the line. It took you a while before you could answer. Carl didn't look at you, he stared at the ceiling, a single tear trickling from his left eye. It flowed down the side of his cheek and dripped onto the sofa cushion, leaving a dark stain.

"Carl," you said, shocked. "Do you really think I feel so little for you? That I'd leave you for another guy if you didn't make an extra effort to please me all the time? No matter if you risk your life in the process?" You couldn't believe it.

Carl was crying now, and it was the first time you'd ever seen him cry, and it distressed you even more. "I... before those boys came, I was the only one here your age, and... and I was scared that you were only with me, because I am the only option." He sounded bitter. "But now that Ron and Benjamin and Spencer and the other lads are here, well... you have a choice, and why on earth would you pick me?" He sounded completely despondent.

You were completely gobsmacked, and you hugged Carl tightly. "You fucking idiot, you," you said tenderly, brushing his dark hair out of his face and kissing him; his tears tasted salty. "I didn't get together with you because you were the only option, but because I fell in love with you, eye or no eye. And I would never exchange you for another guy. And I don't want you to put yourself at risk to impress me ever again, because I couldn't bear it if something happened to you. Carl, I love you more than anything. I love you for who you are"

Carl looked at you, his eye puffy and red. "Really?" he whispered, smiling at you. It took a load off his mind. You felt him finally let go of his worries and his body relaxed.

You nodded. "Please don't ever do that again," you urged him, pointing to the necklace. "Promise me."

"I promise," he said quietly and stood up for a moment to pick up the necklace from the floor. "But I can still give it to you, can't I?" He grinned mischievously. "It's already here."

You rolled your eyes. "All right," you admitted defeat. Carl put the necklace on you and cuddled up to you again. "I love you, Y/N," he whispered happily, wrapping his arms around you.

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Tags: @knochentrocken0808 @tessasweet @xxcarlswifexx @taylormarieee

[hard-core-super-star]

my ears fill with the sound of you kneeling [K.Bishop]

pairing: sub!kate bishop x dom!reader

summary: you and your girlfriend explore a slightly unconventional form of comfort after you catch her slipping into her self-destructive tendencies again.

warnings: smut -> minors and god look away [literally just porn with feelings…like a LOT of feelings; petplay/puppyplay; vibrator use; humping/grinding; finger sucking; a touch of overstimulation; kate exploring her submissive side while R tries to guide her through it]

wordcount: 2.4k

a/n: i was working on a few requests and then i blacked out and wrote this whole thing instead. i'm sorry [but also, you're welcome :)] i have nothing else to say for myself, enjoy. [we'll be back to our regularly scheduled wholesome hailee steinfeld programming next week]

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“I can explain.”

Those words never mean anything good, especially when they come from the mouth of a certain stubborn archer. A stubborn archer you happen to be very much in love with.

You sigh the second her words reach your ears, making sure to count down from five before turning away from the fridge to face her. You’re not sure what you’re expecting to find but you’re sure expecting it wouldn’t have helped much anyway.

Kate stands in front of you, her face littered with small (badly bandaged) cuts and noticeable bruises forming on her gorgeous face.

The purple suit she wears whenever she goes out on “Avengers business” (as she likes to call it) hides the damage you’re sure has been done to her body. You don’t know whether to yell at her or ask her if she’s okay.

Ultimately, you do neither and instead, walk away before you say something you’ll regret. Just because your girlfriend happens to be a very powerful and stupidly reckless superhero doesn’t mean you have to like it. You’ve learned a lot about the brunette since you started dating her and sometimes that information was more of a curse than a blessing.

“y/n, wait!” She calls out before following after you like a lost puppy. “Just hear me out.”

“Hear you out?” You scoff. “Why? So you can lie to me and tell me you’re totally okay when we both know the truth?”

The lack of response tells you everything you need to know.

She’s slipping again. Letting herself get caught up in fears and doubts that only make her act more reckless than usual. She’s not getting hurt because she’s unskilled or lacks proper training, she’s getting hurt because she wants to. Because she thinks she deserves it.

You hate that you understand where she's coming from. You're not a stranger to self-destructive tendencies but at least yours don't involve getting repeatedly punched in the face.

She follows you all the way into the bedroom and it’s not until you’re both in the safety of those four walls that her hand grips your wrist. You could escape her hold if you wanted to but you’re not angry enough for that. A part of you wishes you were so you didn’t have to look at the pain written all over her face as she turns you around to face her.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

“Please,” she says, taking a step closer. “Tell me what I can do to fix this.”

She's practically begging you and despite how badly you want to pretend tonight never happened, you catch a glimpse of the desperate look in her eyes. You don't think you've ever seen it before and yet you know exactly what it means.

Kate's begging for more than just your forgiveness right now.

You know you shouldn’t do it. You should tell her to take a shower and then climb into bed with her and help her recover from her mistakes. But your response slips out before you can stop it.

“Kneel.”

Your breath catches in your throat as she complies immediately with your command. A part of you had been expecting her to do it and yet it stuns you all the same.

You’ve never seen your girlfriend like this. Not only is this the most submissive she's ever been with you, but it’s also the most relaxed you’ve seen her since her destructive cycle started up again.

For the first time in weeks, the weight she carries on her shoulders every day disappears. There’s no shame, no regret, no pain in her eyes. Nothing but pure adoration and submission.

“Please,” she whispers. “I need you.”

Her words should be arousing, and in a weird way they are, but you can’t stop the waves of concern from crashing into you. You can tell she really does need this. Needs to let go of herself and have someone else take the wheel for once. But you’re not sure if that person should be you considering the way you’ve been treating her since she walked through the door.

You open your mouth to tell her that much but she’s quicker than you are. Her hand reaches out for yours and she holds your wrist tightly before bringing it closer to her mouth. You watch with wide eyes, barely able to breathe, as she slowly takes two of your fingers into her eager mouth.

The warm wetness that surrounds your digits is unlike anything you've ever experienced before. The vulnerability turns into intimacy right in front of your eyes and, even though you're nervous as hell about messing this all up for her, you let the moment envelop you until everything else fades away.

You know, deep down, you need this just as much as she does.

When you finally speak again, it's in a tone you've never used before, not with Kate, not with anyone but you seem to hit the nail right on the head considering the reaction you get out of your girlfriend. “Good girl. Is this what you need? To have your pretty mouth filled up and used?”

She whines in response, the sound coming out muffled yet desperate. It’s the closest she can get to confirming your suspicions in this state.

A shiver runs down your spine at the thought of all the things you could do to her. Kate’s always been strong. Resilient in all aspects of her life, and it really would be so easy to push her to her breaking point. But you don’t want to do that. Not tonight. Not when you can see how much she needs to be both comforted and dominated.

You are a little upset with her still though so you decide to meet her halfway.

“Strip.”

You remove your fingers from her mouth once the command is out in the air, ignoring the whimper she lets out at the loss. You pretend to ignore the telltale sound of fabric rustling as she removes her clothes while you walk to the bedside table and take out a familiar wand vibrator.

Your steps are slow and deliberate once you decide to make your way back to her. It’s impossible for your eyes not to trail down her contradiction of a body. She’s full of toned muscles from years of archery and martial arts training and yet there’s an air of softness to her skin.

An air of warmth that seems to radiate from her even now. Even as bruises litter her torso and cuts nip at her soft thighs.

“You look so pretty on your knees for me, baby.”

She shakes her head although a small pink hue spreads along her face at your words. “Not baby.”

“No?” You ask as you come to a stop in front of her, forcing her to tilt her head back to look up at you. “Then what are you?”

A beat of silence passes and you almost expect her to keep her desires to herself…until a single whisper falls from her inviting lips. The sound is so quiet you almost wonder if you imagined it.

“Puppy? Is that what my good girl wants to be for me? A cute little puppy?”

Your hesitation at using the name fades away the second Kate’s eyes light up at the sound of it. You’re not sure how long she’s kept this desire a secret from you but it’s merely another thing to add to the long list of reasons why you love her.

The look on her face is enough of a response but she still uses her words, clearly looking to keep being your good girl. “Yes, please.”

“Such a good puppy.” Your free hand comes down to pet the top of her head. You chuckle to yourself while she whines and presses up against the loving touch. “A little puppy like you needs to be trained. Do you think you can handle that, pup?”

She nods instantly and you know she’s placing all her trust in you. Trust that you’ll take care of her the way she needs right now. That you won’t leave her like so many before you.

“Stay like that, okay?” You reach over to grab a random pillow from the bed and place it between her legs.

Her hips buck forward before you even do anything. You coo at her, placing a quick kiss on the top of her head and positioning the vibrator on top of the pillow. You make her wait a few agonizing seconds before you switch the toy on.

The sound she lets out is more of a whine than a moan but neither of you mind too much. You move the toy around, making sure it’s pressed right against her clit and pretending you don’t notice the speed with which her wetness covers the vibrator.

You step back once you’re satisfied and the pout she gives you might just be the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen. “You have to be trained, remember, pup? No touching. If you want to cum, you’ll have to hump that vibe like the needy little puppy you are.”

A part of you thinks she’s going to complain about the rules you’ve set in place but then her face contorts in pleasure and you know her mind is too far gone for her to argue back.

There’s no better feeling for you right now than watching as your girlfriend lets herself go like this. There may be a lot of things the two of you need to talk about later but right now is all about helping her feel good. It’s about providing her with something she’s always wanted but never had.

You’re lost in a world of your own as your eyes hone in on the way she grinds her needy cunt against the toy. You could probably come undone from the mere sight but you’re not thinking about yourself right now.

“How’s that feel, puppy?”

You don’t expect her to be able to form words right now but she surprises you. “Good! Feels, oh- feels so good!”

“I’m glad. You deserve to feel good, pup.”

She half-whimpers, half-moans in response.

It only takes a few more moments for her movements to grow sloppy, a telltale sign that she's close to the edge.

“I’m gonna-” One quick look at your face causes her to change her words. “Please, please can I cum?”

You can’t hold back your smile as she asks for permission. “Yes. Go ahead and cum for me, puppy.”

She doesn’t leave you waiting for long. All it takes is a few more seconds of her humping the vibrator for her to fall apart. Your eyes widen slightly while you take in the enticing sight before you. The way her whines grow louder, the way her whole body trembles and her head flies back in pure ecstasy.

“y/n!” She cries out.

You’re there in an instant.

You’ve missed so many things, messed up even more, but you’re there when she needs you this time. There’s no hesitation in your movements, no other thoughts in your usually crowded mind except being the support beam your girlfriend desperately needs right now.

“It’s alright, you did so good for me.” Your voice is barely above a whisper as your arms wrap around her trembling frame.

She slumps forward into you, incoherent mumbles and soft whimpers leaving her lips. The sight would be heartbreaking if you weren’t acutely aware of the way her hips continue to rock against the vibrator still snugly nestled against her sensitive cunt.

“Katie,” you mumble. “You can stop, darling. You don’t have to keep going.”

Even as the words escape you, you can tell she doesn’t want to stop. She’s sensitive and vulnerable and so, so needy.

“Please…” You can’t see her face but you can feel the desperation in her voice as her breath hits your neck.

You instantly pull her closer to you, whispering soft reassurances as your hand slowly slides down her body, teasing and caressing her overheated and battered skin. Her body trembles against yours and you feel her bury her face into the crook of your neck in search of some stability.

You’re happy to provide it for her, allowing her to hold on tightly to your arms despite the sting her nails leave behind on your skin.

Your fingers finally reach the buzzing toy and you grab onto the handle to lift it up and press it further into her dripping pussy. She reacts immediately, letting out muffled gasps of pleasure as she continues to grind against the overwhelming stimulation you’re providing her with.

“Shh, you’re okay.” You don’t know if your words register in her mind but you keep going anyway. “Such a good puppy letting me play with you like this.”

“Need…please…”

“I know, pup, I know. Just let go. Let me make you feel good.”

She was closer to the edge than you expected because those words are all it takes for her to fall apart again. Her grip on you tightens to the point of being painful but you don't dare move away from her.

You let out a soft sound of your own when you feel her wetness drip down onto the toy in your hand. You're sure your fingers are soaked with her release but you don't focus on anything except your shivering girlfriend.

“Good girl,” you whisper as you turn the vibrator off and move it away from her. “My good little puppy.”

You feel a different type of wetness hit your neck. You're not sure if the tears are from pleasure or pain but you comfort her all the same.

“It's alright, Katie, you're alright.”

The whimper you get in response tugs at your heartstrings enough to get your hand moving. It's a bit awkward considering the position you're both in but you manage to slip your fingers between your neck and her mouth.

It only takes a second for her to register what you're offering her. Her lips part and she takes your fingers into her mouth, moaning at the taste of herself that lingers on your soaked digits.

“Shh, I've got you. You're safe with me.”

You both know your words are true and a sense of calm settles into the air around you.

It's going to take a lot more than this moment of pleasure to help Kate out of the cycle she finds herself in but this is a good first step. And you intend to hold her as tight as this when you finally begin to navigate what comes next.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

My favorite headcanon ever is that Steve is lying in bed, and he rolls over into a pair of comforting arms. He sighs, snuggling into a cool but rather comfy chest. Their skin a welcome presence against his warm cheek. Steve blinks rapidly. Wait a minute. He looks up to find Eddie sleeping in his bed.

"Eddie?! Didn't you die?!" Steve asked.

"Huh. . .? Oh, yeah, I got better. Go back to sleep, baby," Eddie said.

Steve stared at him for a minute before laying his head back down. Yeah, he had to be dreaming. It was such a nice dream. Steve curled a hand tightly around Eddie's hip and fell back asleep.

In the morning, Robin had biked over to Steve’s house, wondering why the hell her best friend wasn't answering his phone. She used her key and went in, lumbering up the stairs to Steve’s room. She opened the door to find him fast asleep, in the arms of Eddie Munson. Robin shrieked.

"Oh my God! Eddie, didn't you die?!" Robin exclaimed.

"Ugh, why does everyone keep asking me that?" Eddie asked.

"Maybe because you died?!" Robin yelled.

"Oh, yeah."

"Shit!" Steve yelled, finally waking up. "It wasn't a dream."

"Hi, baby," Eddie said, sweetly, as he cupped his face and gave him a kiss. "You want pancakes? I'm going to make us some pancakes."

He got out of bed and moved past Robin out the door. Robin looked at her friend, stunned.

"He just kissed you."

"Yeah, I was there."

"Have you - have you guys done that before?"

"Nope."

"Ah. Maybe he thinks this is a dream. Let's ask him," Robin said.

They wandered into the kitchen where Eddie was digging through his cabinets. Steve realized Eddie was wearing his old gym clothes and was now wearing one of his mother's clips to hold his hair up.

"Eddie? Do you think this is a dream?" Robin asked.

"No. . . Do you?" Eddie asked.

"You died, Eddie. Now you're standing in my kitchen acting like it's no big deal and then you kissed me! You kissed me, Eddie," Steve said.

"Shit. You have every right to punch me for that!" Eddie exclaimed and turned to face him, fully panicking. "I came back, man. I crawled out that hellhole myself, and I'm not sure how. . . I mean, I think I might be a vampire. Anyway, I got out of there and I all I could think about was you, Steve. That was my first thought. . . Well, not without wondering if Dustin was okay, though. I checked on him first, and then I came here to you. You were already asleep, and so I took a shower. Sorry, man, I borrowed your clothes. Anyway. I looked at you, and you looked so beautiful that I couldn't help but think about all the opportunities that I could have lost with you, and my only thought was how much I just wanted to sleep next him and hold him. You can totally hit me because I totally deserve it. I just didn't want to die again without knowing what it was like to kiss you," Eddie rambled on.

Steve moved towards him and cupped his face.

"Eddie, is it really you?" Steve asked.

"Yes."

Steve leaned forward and kissed him. Eddie whimpered against his mouth and melted into the kiss. He wrapped his arms around Steve's neck, pulling him tightly against him. Steve picked him up and placed him on the counter, stepping in between his legs. Eddie wrapped his legs around him in a tight grip as Steve deepened the kiss.

"Are we just going to ignore the fact that he said he's a vampire? . . .Okay. Fine. I'm still here!" Robin exclaimed.

Suddenly, there came a pounding on the door, startling everyone. Dustin's voice floated through the door.

"Steve! I'm freaking out! Last night, I woke up, and I saw Eddie staring at me through my window! I assumed that I was dreaming, but I went outside this morning, and there were a set of footprints and his bandana, which I am sure we left with him in the Upside Down. . .Steve, I think Eddie might be alive!"

[rottenpumpkin13]

Imagine if Vincent woke up during Nibelheim?

I really wanted to write a crack funny answer but I couldn't bring myself to ignore this concept asdfghjkzzzzz enjoy

°:. *₊ ° . ° .•°:. *₊ Vincent knew he would inevitably be roused from his sleep. However much he wished otherwise, he understood it was merely a matter of time before someone woke him up. Whether it be curious children or overly bold explorers stumbling upon the mansion and venturing this far, Shinra operatives seizing him, or even the dreaded idea of Hojo himself, a scenario he prayed would never happen.

The point remained; he anticipated it. That being said, it did not lessen the blow of the shock when he sensed someone enter the chamber.

His eyes snapped open, fixating on the interior of the coffin lid, while his body remained motionless and silent, akin to a predator lying in wait. Then came the footsteps, tentative and deliberate, drawing nearer to the coffin.

Vincent's hand closed around Cerberus as he awaited the inevitable. Then there was shuffling, followed by hands grasping at the coffin lid. Anticipating the intruder's move, Vincent beat them to the punch⏤flinging open the door.

"Who dares disturb me?" he demanded, his voice hollow with bitter anger.

With a blur of his crimson cape, the coffin lid was cast aside. Vincent sprang up, exhibiting a swiftness not felt in years, aiming his gun directly at the intruder's head.

Two slitted green eyes widened in response. It was as good as a bucket of ice dunked over Vincent's head. He faltered, a screen of memories flooding back into his mind's eye like a highlight reel of his sins, one after the other, each a painful flash: Lucrecia—Hojo—Jenova—Sephiroth. 

Sephiroth.

For a moment, Vincent failed to notice how much he had grown. The silver strands framing his face and the glassy green eyes mirrored that of the infant he had last seen so many years ago. But now he was a man, appearing utterly lost.

Vincent kept his gun leveled, and Sephiroth made no move for a weapon. He simply stood there, his hollow gaze framed by dark circles beneath his eyes.

"I'm… Sephiroth," he uttered, his voice small enough to startle Vincent into lowering the gun.

Vincent's breath came heavy, a thin sheen of sweat forming beneath his bandana. He stepped back, forcing himself to truly see Lucrecia's son. A wave of anguish gnawed at his insides, raw and undeniable, threatening to drag him under had he ever been buried.

Sephiroth bore her likeness: her chin, her lips, her cheeks. He was hers. She stood before him again… looking unwell.

Vincent rushed forward before Sephiroth could collapse. As Sephiroth sank to his knees, a quiet cry of pain escaping him, Vincent caught him, feeling the bones beneath his gloves as he grasped Sephiroth's wrist.

He was malnourished, probably burdened by a weight that had reduced him from his former strength. He needed help, and urgently. Vincent helped him to his feet, wrapping an arm around his back for support.

And for a fleeting moment, he held Sephiroth as he once saw him as a baby, and everything felt right. This time, he vowed, he would make sure of it.

Hours later, Cloud entered their shared room at the inn with Zack. His troubled expression was evidently told from the crease on his brow, which was the first thing Zack noticed when Cloud closed the door and leaned against it.

"What's wrong?" Zack asked, closing his book and sitting up.

Cloud paced further into the room, his lips a thin line. "I… didn't know Sephiroth had a father."

Zack rose, the hair on the back of his neck standing with him. "You saw Sephiroth? Where? When did he come back?"

Cloud appeared equally stunned, but he had a tale to tell. "Just now. There was another man with him… really tall, kinda looked like a vampire."

Zack's jaw dropped. "Is Sephiroth alright? Does he need us? Man, he must be a wreck after staying holed down in that library for a damn week."

Cloud shook his head. "I offered to help them up the stairs, but they managed. Sephiroth seems… lost? Confused? I showed him to Sephiroth's room, and they went there. I think he's taking care of him."

Zack collapsed onto the bed, utterly flummoxed. "Who is he? Where did he come from? Does Sephiroth know him?"

So many questions flooded Zack's speech, and Cloud had but one answer to encompass them all.

"I asked for his name, but he didn't say," Cloud admitted. "He only mentioned that he was Sephiroth's father."

[harperb2813]

The Archer 🏹

Things get steamy after you and Kate leave your father’s dinner party

Warnings: Cursing, kissing, dirty talking, teasing, use of y/n,dom! Kate x sub! reader, oral sex strap on use (r! receiving), multiple orgasms, choking, shower teasing.

a/n; I’m working on another story so have this while I finish it. I am going back to my Christmas gf, but Ellie will be back soon I promise.

Kate’s POV:

Y/n Stark. I don't know what it is but something draws me towards her. It could be the way she smiles, or her beautifully eyes. It could be her stunning personality. The way she laughs, parts her hair snaps her fingers when she's stressed or nervous. It could also be her looks. She has a beautiful body. Her hair is perfect and silky. I stare at her for a short while, admiring her from afar. Her boyfriend, Jason walks be hind her grabs her hand. She flinches. As she walks away Y/n has worried look on her face.

I know it's none of my business but my curiosity leads me to slowly start to follow Y/n and Jason. I see them head into a inclosed room and I have a feeling that something bad is going on to happen. The look she gave me when Jason arrived and when she turned around. I start to eavesdrop and hear her and Jason arguing.

'This can't by good.' I think ' the look in her eyes when he was there was fear.' And then I hear a slap. I freeze. Then I see red. I immediately open the door and see Jason standing over an scarred y/n. I grab him by the collar and push him against the wall

"What the hell!" He yells "Get off of me!"

"Did you just hit her?" I ask him

"Kate don't" Y/n says holding her cheek . I look over at her and think if I should go through with this. I ignore her and ask him again

"Did you hit her!?" I yell at him

"Yes! I did! But she deserved it. She's a little bitch! She should have shut up when I told her to." He said. Out of the corner of my eye I see y/n's eyes start to tear up. That was it. Something inside me clicked and I punched him.

"If you ever touch her again, it will be the last thing you do. Do you understand?"

"Yeah yeah whatever." He says. "What are you gonna do about?" To prove my point I kick my leg up and hit him in the balls.

"FUCK!!!" He says, clasping his crotch as I let him go. "This isn't over!" He says through gritted teeth.

"Y/n, are you ok?" I ask rushing over and kneeling down to help her ignoring Jason's comment.

"Yeah. I'm ok" she says. Now that I'm closer to her I notice more cuts and bruises, most likely from Jason.

"C'mon," I say. "I'll take you back to my place and get you cleaned up."

"Are you sure?" She asks

"Of course"I say. She blushes and thanks me as we get up and head back to my apartment.

We get there and we are greeted by Lucky.

"Oh my gosh is this your dog?!" She says going to pet him.

"Oh yeah that's Lucky" I say.

"He's so cute!" She bends down to pet him. As she does, she looks at me and smiles. I blush. I look at her, fantasizing about us. I snap back to reality.

"If you want to shower there is one upstairs"

"Thanks," she says. "For everything."

I smile and head to my room. "Ok Kate don't freak out. Just act cool. Cool? How do I act cool? I whisper to myself. I hear a knock.

" Hey, can I come in?" Y/n asks.

"Sure" I say. She comes in and shuts the door. She looks at me and sits on the bed.

"Kate, I- I have something to tell you." She says nervously.

"Oh, ok. What is it?"

“Well i- it'd be better if I just showed you." She stands up and pulls me in for a kiss. Her lips are soft. I close my eyes. She pulls away. I stare at her with a shocked look in my face. "Oh no. Your not reacting. Why aren't you reacting. Shit! Oh no this was a bad idea!" She says

"Wait Y/n!" I say. I grab her hand and walk closer to her. "It's ok" I lean in and kiss her.

Your POV:

Kate pulls me in for a kiss. She kisses me softly and then I kiss her back harder. We start making out and she pushes me against the wall and starts kissing my neck, holding my arms above my head. Then I break free and push her onto the bed. I climb on top of her, putting my legs on her hips, straddling her.

"May I?" I ask. She nods slowly. I start to take off my shirt and she takes off hers. I unhook her bra exposing her tits. I go back to kissing her and I feel her hand going up my neck. I start to move my lips lower until I'm at her waist. I unbutton her pants and quickly continue kissing all the way down to her thighs.

"Are you ready?" I ask her.

"Yes" she says. I slowly enter my tongue and I start eating her out.

"Fuck! Oh my god" she moans. Her hands grip my hair tightly.

I go back up and start kissing her thighs more.

"Wait keep going" she breathes.

"Should I use my fingers this time?" I ask

"Please do!!" she responds. I go back down this time inserting my fingers. I hear her moans fill the air as I go faster and faster. She grips my hair tighter and tighter as I do so. Her walls tighten around my fingers.

"Fuck! Y/N" she moans. "I'm gonna-" she is interrupted by another moan. I feel her cum and I take out my fingers and lick them clean. I go up for a last time and start kissing her when she then pulls me over so I am now on the bottom.

"Are you ready? She asks. I nod as she goes down. Before I know it she is eating me out. I feel a knot growing inside inching me closer to my orgasm. I start moaning as she goes faster with her tongue

"Want a finger too?" She asks

"Fuck! Yes!" I say. I feel the knot rising higher. She inserts her fingers and starts to fuck me. She gets faster and faster as I feel myself tense up.

"Fuck! I'm there! I'm there!" I moan, my legs shaking as I reach my orgasm. Kate slowly comes up, kissing me as she does.

"I have something else if you want to try it"she says. I'm now intrigued as to what Kate has.

"Oh?" I say. She gets off of me and grabs a strap on. She puts it on and I raise my hips and sinking down on top of her. I down fully on her and start to slowly move up and down getting increasingly faster. Soon I am riding her dick and it feels amazing I let out moans as I continue riding it. I hold her hips for support as I fuck my self on her faster. Each time I go up and down it feels like I’m floating. Her dick glides against my tight walls and the tip hitting my g-spot perfectly.

"Fuck! Oh my god! Oh!" I moan. Kate then flips me over so I am on the bottom again and starts pushing it into me. I moan and I feel the knot. Her hips snap against my ass as she thrusts in and out of me. As she fucks me faster and faster with each thrust, I feel my second orgasm getting closer and closer.

"Kate! Jesus fuck- I'm gonna cum!"

"Should I keep going?"she asks.

"Yes! Fuck! I'm so close! Please don't stop!"

Finally I feel it. The knot is released and my second orgasm feels amazing. Kate and I are both panting when she moves closer o my head.

“Now, you’re gonna take this and let me fuck this perfect mouth of yours. Understood?” She says. I nod and she slides the strap on into my mouth and down my throat. I try not to choke but when she starts thrusting I gag. She chuckles. “That’s it. Choke on it. Atta girl…” she starts thrusting faster and I start gagging.

and she takes off the strap on.

"Wow," I say "that was-"

"Fun" she says.

"Mhm" I say. She gets in bed and turns on her side so she's facing me. She cuddles against me. I feel her warm body radiating. She kisses me goodnight and wraps her arms around me. I put my head close to hers and stare into her beautiful blue eyes. I wipe a part of her hair off of her face and plant a kiss on her forehead. She smiles and closes her eyes.

"Goodnight Y/n" she yawns

"Goodnight Kate…" I yawn back.

Your POV:

I wake up the next day with Kate spooning against me, a smile across her face as she lay there sleeping. I then think back to last night. I have flashbacks of kissing and moaning.

"Good morning Y/n" I hear Kate mumble as she snaps me back to reality.

"Morning" I say rolling over to face her. I give her a peck on the lips and she returns it. "Remember that shower I was gonna take last night?" I ask her.

"Mhm" she says.

"Care to join me?" I offer. She immediately sits up, eyebrows raised.

"Really? She asks. I nod.

"Yes really. Now are you coming or now" I say as I slide out of her bed but realize I'm not wearing anything.I wrap myself in a blanket and ask Kate where the towels are. I go to grab two and Lucky is there to greet me when I step out the door. He almost seems to know what we did last night. I grab the towels and bring one back to Kate and wrap the other around me instead of the sheets. I find the shower and start it. I drop my towel and step in. Not long after Kate joins me. She stands behind me and starts kissing my shoulders and makes her way to my neck. I let out a moan and tilt my head back. She kisses me all the way down to my thighs. She smirks, teasing me.

"Feel good?" Kate asks. I nod. She kiss her way back up my body and then steps behind me, hugging me. She keeps kissing me. We get out of the shower and get dressed. We head to the living room. Kate lays down and I lay on top of her Lucky joins us, curling into a ball at the other end of the couch. I feel my eyes getting heavy as I look at Kate. I give her a kiss before falling asleep on her.

If you made your this far let me know if I should write a part 2 to this. I’m thinking about it and have a few ideas in mind. Thank you!

[oakwolves]

And Then I Go and Spoil It All By Saying Something Stupid Like I Love You, Part 1

Alright I got a random burst of energy to write for this au so I'm putting it under the cut

Rosalyn’s hands gripped the steering wheel even tighter as she pulled up in front of a bright house booming with music. She sat there in the car for a few minutes staring ahead as she steeled herself to go inside and face her Brutus.

The sound of Julian clearing his throat jolted her out of her stupor.

“Uh, Rose? You ready to head inside yet?”

“Yeah, yeah, sure. I just… I’m getting myself ready.”

Julian reached out and placed a steady hand on the girl’s shoulder. “If you want to go home instead, I’m sure Payton will understand.”

Rosalyn looked up and shook her head. “No, I’m fine. I need to do this.”

Rosalyn and Julian entered the house and were instantly surrounded by a cacophony of music, laughter, and shouting. Rosalyn’s face tightened slightly at the noise, but she continued to shake it off. Payton spotted the two of them and ran over with a wide grin.

“Rosalyn! Julian! You came!” She said excitedly.

“We're not here to party, Payton. Where is he?” Julian asked bluntly. Payton’s smile went out like a blown candle as she sobered.

“Ace? Right over there by the punch bowl. I've been working up the nerve to dump the whole thing over his head.”

The mental image of her boyfriend sopping wet with punch made one end of Rosalyn’s lips quirk up slightly, only for them to drop once her eyes locked in on Ace sweet-talking a group of students. For a split second, his eyes met hers and everything else around them was blocked out. Ace resumed shaking hands and chatting, shattering the immersion.

“Wait here, guys. I'll be right back,” she said, making a beeline for Ace. Julian stopped her.

“Careful, Rosalyn. If there's anyone who can handle Ace, it's you... but you've been burned before. If you want me to back you up, I'm there.”

He emphasized his point by joining his fist with his palm together. 

“Thanks, but no thanks. I have to do this myself,” Rosalyn assured him, squeezing his hand. She took a deep breath and kept walking towards Ace. This time, when he spotted Rosalyn in the crowd, he lit up.

“Rosalyn, How's it going? Heard you're having trouble in paradise.”

Rosalyn kept her steely gaze focused on Ace, ignoring the stares and whispers of other students. She beckoned for him to follow her, and soon she could hear his footsteps trailing behind hers. Rosalyn and Ace found themselves outside, where it was much quieter and open.

“It’s been a hell of a week,” Rosalyn finally said, not looking at him.

“So I’ve heard. I have to say, I'm stunned you resigned. Dodge the impeachment, make sure your school still has a vote on the Council, even if it means throwing yourself under the bus…” 

She could feel his gaze against the side of her face as he spoke.

“I did what I had to.”

“Smart play. In fact, I've never been more proud of you,” he said. At this, Rosalyn scowled. She fixed her face before finally looking up to meet his gaze. Her expression softened, seeing the boy, who put his jacket over her sleeping frame on the nights she spent hours going over hundreds of proposals, silhouetted in the soft moonlight. 

“Ace, listen. Whatever went wrong between us, I'm sorry. I know as well as anyone how hard you worked for that White House internship-”

“No, you don't know. You couldn't know. That's the point. Nobody at your school has a clue how hard I worked. You think you can show up on an empty lot and win everything,” he hissed venomously.

“I don’t think that, but-”

“See, it's not you I have a problem with, Rosie. It's your whole school. It's what you all represent.”

“Don’t interrupt me, Ace,” she cut in darkly. Ace’s eyes widened, but he remained silent as long as she spoke.  “I came out here because… despite everything, I wanted to try and make things right with you.”

“I told you. Your school is finished. The Council is mine. Your resignation doesn't change a thing.”

Rosalyn mentally cursed herself as Ace took a sip of his punch. 

“Ace…we were friends…more than that,” she said softly. Ace looked away from her, his face conflicted. “You can act like you were just manipulating me, but it's not true. Maybe you needed something from me too, but that belief you had in me was real. It meant something. I know you still care. For what it's worth, I'm sorry we hurt you. I hope it's not too late.”

Rosalyn stepped forward and placed her hand on his chest. She could almost see Ace's heart beating under her fingertips. She was sure he felt it too, that connection they could never quite shake. He pulled back, closing his eyes.

“Don't start that. You don’t get to talk about 'what we had' as if you weren't the one who tore it all apart. It doesn't change anything,” Ace bit out again, but there was much less heat behind it this time. He looked down at her, the hard lines on his face starting to soften. “It is too late…”

He turned away, rubbing a hand over his face. The sound of music and laughter from the party inside felt painfully distant. For just a second, Ace looked lost. Rosalyn stood her ground, refusing to let him get any wiggle room.

“Maybe it is. But I'm not giving up. On you, or this school. You can try and destroy us, you can try and tear everything down...” she said firmly. “But I'm not giving up on you. Not until I’m forced to stop.”

He closed his eyes again.

“I’ve always admired your fire,” he said after a long pause.

“Then you know I won't let myself get burned again. I won't let you win.”

“Maybe not,” he said, a hint of a smile at the corner of his lips. As he started to walk away, Rosalyn called out to get his attention one last time.

"Wait!"

He turned back around, looking at her expectantly.

“What is it?”

Rosalyn froze, unsure of what to say. There was still so much left unsaid between them. She took a step closer to him again. The words died in her mouth, a graveyard of unspoken words on her tongue.

They get interrupted by a voice at the front door.

“There you are, Rosalyn!” Rosalyn and Ace turned around to see her friend Annie leaning on the door. She looked between the two of them standing at the porch. “Everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine. Just a little chat,” Rosalyn said quickly. She was thankful for the interruption, but not happy about the questioning look Annie was giving her.

"I... alright. I'm just surprised to see you and... Ace out here together. When he showed up all by himself I figured you two umm...broke up.Because of... y'know...."

"Broke up?" Ace repeated. He almost laughed, but caught himself. Rosalyn shot him a warning glance.

“We didn’t break up,” Rosalyn found herself saying before her words registered in her brain. It was technically true. In the midst of everything that had happened these past few days it never occurred to Rosalyn to officially end things.

"We didn't," Ace echoed. Even his carefully composed voice had a hint of surprise in it this time.

Annie looked between both of them again, as if searching for something more to say, but she appeared to be tongue tied. A few long moments went by in awkward silence, but thankfully, she left without saying anything further.

Rosalyn looked back at Ace, who had a grin starting to form on his face.

“What?” she asked with indignation.

"You were just so quick to correct your friend and say that we didn't break up. I'm touched." Ace smirked. “Well now we have to keep up the act.”

"An act? What do you mean?" she asked, a mixture of confusion and suspicion on her face.

"You know, for the sake of appearances. Keeping up the act of still being together," he said breezily. Rosalyn's eyes were still narrowed at him.

“You said it was too late for us, Ace. Why do you suddenly care now?” She asked. “What’s in it for you?”

He leaned back against the railing. His demeanor was easygoing, but Rosalyn knew there had to be an angle to his suggestion. There was always a reason behind his every move.

“Appearances. Like I said, it’d be a shame to let people think our relationship ended on a sour note after a scandal,” he said. “It looks bad for me, and it looks bad for you.”

Rosalyn considered his words for a moment, still suspicious of his intentions. She considered her options for a moment. Ace obviously wasn’t going to let go of his goal of destroying Lakeside, so she’d have to find another way to stop him. Maybe staying close to him as his pretend girlfriend would put her at an advantage…

"Alright," she said slowly. "But just one thing."

“Hmm?”

“I’m still going to fight against whatever you have planned for Lakeside every step of the way,” Rosalyn stated flatly. If anything, Ace's smile only grew wider.

"I didn’t expect any less."

Suddenly, Rosalyn heard shouting. Looking back inside the house, she spotted Julian and Max squaring off, students surrounding them, egging them on. Ace quickly dropped from her mind as she rushed over.

“You know I'm right, Julian. Rosalyn has always been a loser, but now your whole school knows it,” Max jeered.

“Walk away, Max, if you know what's good for you,” Julian warned, crossing his arms across his broad chest.

“Yeah, you don't know what you're talking about!” Payton added.

“Really? So Rosalyn didn't resign from the Council because everyone turned on her?” Max taunted, his eyes fixated on Rosalyn as she approached. At this, Julian steps forward in front of Rosalyn with his fists balled in anticipation. Rosalyn moves in front of him, fixing a steely gaze on the bully.

“That's enough. Max, you got something to say, you can say it to me,” she said.

“Rosalyn! You actually showed your face in public. Didn't think you'd have the guts. How's it feel to be an outcast in a school full of nobodies? Seriously, your school is for kids nobody else wanted... and now even they don't want you.” he smirked, looking down at her.

Rosalyn gritted her teeth, her anger starting to get the best of her.

"You don't know anything," she said, her voice quivering slightly. Before Max could respond with another scathing taunt, someone crossed in front of them.

“I think you underestimate Rosalyn’s value to Lakeside,” she was surprised to hear Ace say.

The room seemed to go silent, everyone's attention now focusing on Ace. He was now standing tall beside Rosalyn.

He took a step forward, drawing closer to Max. The smirk on his face was gone, replaced with an intense gaze.

Max seemed unphased. "You're Ace, huh? I'm surprised you'd even want to be around Rosalyn now. Kinda seems like it’d be bad for your rep."

"I don't let other people make judgements for me," he said simply. "Rosalyn’s worth doesn't diminish just because you say it does."

Max rolled his eyes.

"What, are you her boyfriend or something? Gonna go down with the ship?" Max mocked.

“I am, actually,” he said firmly, taking Rosalyn’s hand in his own. Out of the corner of her eye, Rosalyn could see Julian tense up. 

“She called her own classmates ungrateful and entitled. Guess she wasn’t as goody two-shoes as she made everyone believe,” Max said. Rosalyn bristled at the reminder. Ace's fingers tightened around Rosalyn's, a silent reassurance.

"People make mistakes, but that doesn't define who they are,” he said, his gaze still fixed on Max. "Rosalyn has principles and she sticks to them. Those are admirable qualities, not signs of weakness.”

Max huffed in annoyance. He eyed Ace and Rosalyn’s joined hands with disdain.

“Whatever,” he muttered. He then smirked and straightened up as he turned his attention to Rosalyn in particular. “ Your school's falling apart, all because of you. That'll make beating you at the next football game even easier.”

“Say that again! I dare you,” Julian warned, stepping forward. Rosalyn reached out to pull Julian back  as the students around them started to cheer and yell for a fight. Max smirked at the two of them.

"I'm thinking we need to make some room in our trophy case, with how much we're going to dominate you this year," Max continued, mocking Julian.

“Go ahead! Your trophy case is gonna be empty!” Julian shot back. Some of Rosalyn’s friends stepped in to pull Julian away from Max. Rosalyn noticed Ace was fixated on Julian’s rapidly disappearing figure. There was something in his eyes Rosalyn had a hard time picking up on. She shook her head and made her way back outside. Ace soon appeared beside her.

As they stepped out into the night air, the quietness seemed almost deafening after the raucous noise inside. Ace stood beside Rosalyn silently, the shadows casting dark shapes on his face.

There was a tense pause as they both caught their breaths. Rosalyn looked over at him, her gaze uncertain.

“You can let go of my hand now," she mumbled.

Ace looked down at their joined hands as if surprised that he was still holding onto her. He slowly let go, but not before his thumb grazed her knuckles lightly. He seemed lost in thought for a moment before speaking.

"You alright?" he asked, his voice softer than before. Rosalyn didn't respond right away. Her mind was still reeling from the events that had just unfolded.

"There's no one here, Ace. We can stop pretending now."

Ace paused for a moment, and Rosalyn was certain she saw a flicker of disappointment in his eyes before it was quickly masked by an emotionless look.

"Right," he said, his expression unreadable. There was a pause before he added, "You know, we're going to get an Oscar for that performance in there."

Despite her feelings being conflicted, Rosalyn couldn't help a small smile forming on her lips.

"You're getting a little too much into this fake boyfriend thing," she commented.

Ace shrugged casually, but the corner of his mouth curled up in a sly grin.

"When I commit to something, I commit fully," he replied. "It's all in the details."

“So I’m told.”

“You were told correctly.”

A hint of amusement flashed in his eyes before he looked away, his expression returning to a neutral mask. They stood in silence for a few moments, the night air growing colder around them.

Rosalyn shifted awkwardly, the silence between them stretching on. She couldn't help the nagging feeling that there was something Ace wanted to say, but he was holding back. Finally, unable to bear the tension anymore, she broke the silence.

"Why did you step in back there? I thought you wanted me to look bad with that recording you leaked at my school."

Ace glanced at her, his gaze unreadable. He took a moment before responding, choosing his words carefully.

"I told you. It was never you. I want your school to fall. There’s a difference," he said bluntly. "But watching you get verbally kicked around didn't sit well with me. Fake girlfriend or not."

"Oh," Rosalyn mumbled, surprised by his honesty. She hadn't expected him to admit that. The silence fell between them again, but this time it felt less tense, more contemplative. Rosalyn wrapped her arms around herself, slightly shivering. Suddenly, she could feel someone slipping something around her shoulders. Looking down, she saw that Ace had draped his jacket over her.

"You look cold," he said, his voice still nonchalant, though his eyes betrayed his concern. Rosalyn pulled the jacket closer around her, the warmth instantly soothing the chill she hadn’t even realized.

“Thanks…” she murmured, her heart stirring.

Ace just nodded in response, shoving his hands back into his pockets, his gaze returning to the distance. The silence that followed was less uncomfortable this time, almost comfortable.

"You need a ride?" he asked suddenly.

“I came here in my car. I’ll be fine.” she assured him. Ace didn’t push the subject. 

"Suit yourself," he said with a shrug. He stood there for a moment, as if uncertain whether to leave or say something more. Rosalyn gave Ace back his jacket and headed back to her car.

Her thoughts were a chaotic jumble with the night's events replaying in her mind. With Ace out of sight, she was able to bring herself back down to earth and process what had happened.

The drive home was silent, save for the sound of the radio. It was playing a song about a love that's complicated, the melody resonating with the turmoil in her heart.

[christinebloodwrittings]

Something exactly like this

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, police brutality.

Words: 1401

Chapter 2: Have a good one, punk.

Taglist: @lavnderluv @xoxobabe

I got up early, walked to the nearest police station and practically impose that they brought the police officer that hit me without a reason. I managed to get to his superior, explained the situation, placed the evidence and the badge number I memorized. He apologized for the inconvenient, but he refused to make justice on the officer, though I wasn't expecting him to, really, I'm not that naive. I just wanted to be in peace with it.

A good night sleep and two days off work worked like a charm! Due to the bullet wound I couldn't move very swiftly, so I sent my boss photos when it was fresh and bleeding so he would leave me alone for a while, blood makes him sick, talk about an opportunity well taken.

The cut was closed but it still hurt a lot, not enough for me to complain much about it, but if I looked too much at it or stepped too harshly, boy it stung.

"Welcome to Shot's, what can I get you?" I tried to keep myself as calm as I could, but every word that came out of my mouth seemed to catch on fire in the air.

"Y/n dearie, you seem...pissed" my manager approached me attempting a soothing attitude, "Just a bad couple of days, sir, I'll try to swallow it" he shook his head, "With that wound, even I would be in an awful mood, just try to take it as easy as you can, and would you call Jess? She's late again" I sighed, she's an usual at being late, so it was normal for her to send me a message with a lame excuse, all because she fell asleep or her boyfriend is banging her.

"Sorry sorry, so so sorry Y/n" she rushed through the back entrance, collided against the counter, and attempted to hug me but I stepped away, "I heard the manager say you were injured in the raid, I'm sorry honey" That's all she had to say?

"Busy" I whispered and continued pouring coffee for an old lady, when I was finished she corned me at the restocking, "But how are ya'? How did it go with Hobie?" She had the face of a puppy after given it a treat, "You mean after you fucking bailed on me and left me alone? Been better, but what do you mean?" She was stunned, "Wait you guys seriously didn't do shit? That was the whole meaning of the setup!" I was flabbergasted, not precisely anger, but I felt lied to and inclined to punch her in the face.

"The what?" I asked and she immediately regret her words, "Well I thought you could use a boyfriend, and what more cool than someone completely opposite from you?" I wanted to slap the ton of makeup off of her face.

"You mean you wanted me to date an anarchist, crazy enough to go to a raid, who puts his life in danger over the cause every day, fucked up, probably drug user, punk?" In all honesty, he didn't look half as bad, but still not the point.

"Fact number one, everything right but he doesn't do drugs" at least that's a point to his favor, "And two, yes he's a punk, but a kind hearted one, I've known him for a long while now, gotta trust my gut" Now she was going to get the slap for sure.

"Either way, I'm not that desperate, if I wanted to find a guy, I would've already done it" internal slay because it was true, but I was too much of a package to handle.

"You should consider hanging out with Hobie, you two would make a hell of a match" I sighed, she was insisting far too much, "Not intrested, and you're overselling it" thank whatever in existence the manager appeared, "Y/n dear, when you can, I need those boxes to the back, just put them by the trash can" I nodded.

A last glance to Jess's sorry face made me ease my temper, at least she didn't do it with bad intentions, she's just a horrible matchmaker.

I dropped the boxes by accident. When trying to take them all without bending the knee, some ended up further away from my reach, and to top it off my shoe slipped and my bandaged knee hit the concrete. By sheer luck I avoided screaming in pain, my pulse went down to the injured area.

"Need help?" I looked up and it's no other than Spiderpunk, upside down, while holding one of the boxes that went away, "Stalking much?" I smiled, "What is it with you and greetings? Hey there Spider-Punk, how's it hangin'?" He left the box with the others and stretched his hand for me to take.

"Literally hanging, it seems" I sassed him back while standing up, luckly he was so strong. "Now where is it?" He inclined his head towards mine, "What are you talking about?" I scoffed, taking a second to think, and then it hit me. "Well, I saved you from hard work" this man should be a comedian, "Bullshit, but nice try" he snaped his fingers like when a cartoon couldn't do something, "Worth it".

"But you know? It's true, how are you, punk?" I swear I could sense his smile, "Good, how's the leg?" I shrugged, "It would hurt if I tried to kick someone's ass, so you got away, for now" I got closer, just to tease him out, but it backfired, "I would love, to see you try lil' darling".

He was so close I could feel his breath coming out of the mask. I laughed, maybe because he was way more sassy than I anticipated, or embarrassment. The sound of angry customers brought my atention to the door, and I knew it was time to go.

"Have a nice day, punk" I walked a few steps away when he somehow got landed and got enough seconds to grab my hand, "Thought we could chat or somethin', but luck forbid we have a decent encounter right?" He snickered, "Some of us have actual jobs, ya know?" I noticed, he wasn't letting go, but me neither.

"Then" he got closer, his chest inches from me "Some other time?" His fingers got a better grip of my hand, not quite tight, but firm.

"I leave at eight, and curfew starts at ten, you work it around those hours" at ten precisely, the police start the patroll, and they shoot or grab whatever that moves that isn't uniformed.

"Fuck curfew, pigs can suck my arse" I honesty believed him, "Sure, but I won't risk a beating and getting myself violated in the slammer, not all of us have super powers to get away" and all that trouble for his deviant ass? Maybe...

"Yeah, so can I stop at yours?" Why his grip got tighter? And why he's so warm?! Help. I'll be the envy of the groupies that love this guy, like Jess.

But will it be too much of a risk?

"Don't know if I should let an anarchist, the number one enemy of police and the government, inside my house" also wouldn't like to find out what would they do to me if they catch me with such a celebrity.

"I'll bring some crisps then" oh well, what the hell then.

"I'll leave my window open" where did that even come form, that came out way more flirty than intended! Fuck!

I tried to get away but he still had my hand, "You still owe me a kiss" is he serious?

"I don't think I was in certain death just now"

"Does it have to?" He asks. I mean does it have to be certain death? Hope not.

"You act as if you needed it" he got closer, was that even posible? "Jus' like to settle that debt" he placed his hand on a safe area of my waist, putting no pressure into it.

I hunmed and let go of his hand, "Then I'll keep owing you" reaching for the door I heard him ask, "Why's that?" I smiled, already on the other side of the door.

"So you keep it as an excuse" And what an exit, I was actually so proud of myself, but my embarrassment got over me and my face started to heat up.

Damn that masked man!

[letters-to-rosie]

Minutes to Midnight is seriously and envy-inducingly good! But I just want to say that, when you said "one shot of all time", my mind immediately went to you've got your demons, and darling, they all look like me. And then I got reminded of why it's my personal favorite (other than it being plain good, ofc): the summary. A well-written fic is a well-written fic, obviously, but the perfect summary really adds to the experience. Like how it catches your eye and makes your heart race because you know that an author who can write such a summary... well. They also can and probably did write a fic that blows your clothes off and turns them inside out before sending them to the hamper. It's about the anticipation.

Ahem, so anyway. I started thinking about how few words one needs to evoke an emotional response, and I wanted to share my excitement about that.

ahhhh thanks for the recommendation!!

I'mma use this as a little bit more time to gush over Minutes to Midnight just because, and then gush over you've got your demons as well because oh man. thank you for sending it my way!!

Ekko is my favorite character, but I am also a big fan of making him Worse, and I love how Minutes to Midnight does it in a way that feels so authentic. like I can extrapolate him right away from what we see in the show. and this is the only fic I can think of that really takes it to such an extreme, but again it's done so compellingly that it really feels like a Jinx version of Ekko, even if Jinx remains similarly filled with rage. there are just so many lines I love and I could list them all day but when it culminates at the end, tying together the time themes and the regret and the betrayal it's just... I love it so much

one line for fun: She’s bleeding, choking, underneath him, and he hits her, and hits her, don’t you get it, I could have done this anytime I wanted but I didn’t, I didn’t, I gave you my life and you threw it back in my face, even as she claws at him alley-cat-desperate.

every time I read it, I'm just in my room, actually screaming lol

and now for you've got your demons!!!!

there were also a ton of lines I could have pulled out but then we'd be here all day but

Dark against light - though the light has always been Ekko. i cry She chose him long before he chose her. i cry endlessly Powder never asks Vi her favorite color, because she doesn’t know what she’d do if she didn’t say the same thing Ekko did. a never-ending stream

but man it's just so stunning. like you said, I love how few words it uses to get its story across. getting to read prose that packs that sort of punch is always so special. Powder/Jinx is just so relatable and you really feel her struggles come through. her tangle of confusion and not getting things like marriage really resonated with my ace self (and I always enjoy an ace-spec Jinx). but her crush was so precious I just wanted to hug her and let her be happy with Ekko and maybe my delusional ass can imagine that they are someday in that fic universe lol

and the way the summary gets entirely recontextualized at the end????? INCREDIBLE truly a one-shot of all time. we have to make it an indefinite article now lmao

I got super lucky because the author of "you've got your demons" wrote my gift for the secret santa we just had!! that fic is called Moonlight Refuge and let me tell you if it didn't convey every emotion I wanted, which is the "I should want nothing to do with you but I can't help myself" part of timebomb, and in this one it's mutual and just fantastic. I spent like half my comment writing AHHH because the emotions were just everywhere it was a good time

also hi @cranechel we're in the corner gushing over your fic... I will leave a comment soon but wanted to answer this lol

[eybefioro]

Weekly fic rec, by yours truly...

The path looks almost muted, bathed in the soft lights of a overcast afternoon. The trees hang their branches above us, a green ceiling that would protect from the harsher sunbeams and speckle the ground with stars in a more sunny day, but now only surround us in more shadows. We hear the slightly wet crunch of the soil under our feet and the birds singing not far away; the breeze smells of bittersweet memories and nostalgia. We reach the clearing, where we watch the horizon as the sun sets, and for a moment, everything blows up with colors, the clouds making the perfect canvas for the golds, the purples and the reds, right before the night steals the light.

Sunflower Fingerprints by Fearandhatred

Rated Gen, ~3,2k words

My tags: tender, painful, beautiful

Summary

A fun little side perk of being a demon is that Crowley only gets to see the world in shades of grey. That is, until that world is touched by one particular angel.

So I think it won't come as a surprise that I'm recommending this one. I feel like I must have gushed about it a few times before, but I *need* to do it in a proper post, and it's perfect now that I'm settled in doing this every week.

So. Sunflower Fingerprints. I don't even know where to start. Good lord it is beautiful. No you won't understand how delicate this is until you read it, but I will do my best.

In the first few sentences, Leanne gives a whole new perspective for the Fall, yk, to start with a punch. It hurts, I could almost feel it in my body, but it was indeed so beautiful -- and that settles the whole energy of this fic. It's beautiful and hurts, but never in a aggressive way; it's delicate, it has love and intention, it's tender.

We get to see a few glimpses of Aziraphale and Crowley over the history, and how the demon's colorblindness affected their interactions; the garden of Eden, making Crowley approach Aziraphale is the first one, and I love the way she describes how colors spread from Aziraphale’s feet, and how Crowley is in awe at the golds and whites, at the same time that he feels slapped in the face by heaven again.

The way that Crowley longs for color, but that isn't the reason he seeks Aziraphale makes my insides twist. He can't even use that as an excuse to be by his side, and he fears how Aziraphale would react if he knew the whole truth, fears he will be misunderstood, and that internal conflict is just so lovely (I feel like a sadist using that word to describe it but I can't find a more fitting one lol)

Crowley has a whole different perspective about colors, and that whole section where he goes about the meaning of colors to him is just so stunning. And then he says his favorite color is yellow and I ask myself if he even knows that is the shade of his eyes and my heart bleeds a little. Then there's the watercolor bit, where we get a bit of breather, a bit of chuckle, just to get punched right after by the way Crowley's touching Aziraphale is described; and I quote:

[...]grey starts to spread out from him and onto Aziraphale's skin like fungi, in sickening, decaying black.

Like... seriously Leanne, I wanted to chew my right arm. Or someone's right arm. Gah. And then after that we get a heartwarming, stunning and bittersweet description of Aziraphale on a Holi festival. The imagery of Aziraphale all happy and beautiful surrounded by vibrant colors, with Crowley observing him will be forever seared in my brain. That is a last respite before the final knife twist.

So, until this point, Leanne has been constructing a very delicate depiction of Crowley's relationship with Aziraphale and colors, and she weaponizes it all in the end. We see the final fifteen under this new perspective, and the fears that Crowley felt during it all turn against him, and dear lord I wanted to cry.

I just love the whole imagery. It was so well constructed, so beautiful and hurted so good. It was almost like it was made especially for me, and I lost count of how many times I read it or got myself thinking about it. Angst is not for everyone, I know, but I think this one many people would appreciate.

Sometimes, we need to let ourselves feel and appreciate the fall. Appreciate the colors that the people we love give the world, and how it hurts when we are deprived of it, how the world is grey without them.

This fic is like looking at an old photograph from a person that you loved. Like trying a recipe from a loved one to seek those flavors that bring you back to a good memory, but never being able to get it quite right.

Also if you read this and wanna yell, yell at @fearandhatred . This is her fault for writing something so beautiful. (No, yell at me too, so we can yell together 💛)

Edit: Leanne made a poem that fits with one of my fav paragraphs of this fic. It's here. She's insane.

[crooked-haven]

Surprise!

➭ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x (F) Reader

➭ Genre: Angst & Fluff

➭ Warnings/Tags: Cursing, Sad, Betrayal, 2 Author Povs, 1 Y/n Pov.

➭ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are purely coincidental. Also this is my story so please don’t steal!

➭ By: Crooked-haven

Word count: 0.9k

-Author's POV-

Jungkook and y/n had been together for two years. They were high school sweethearts, but now they were both in college, living together and deeply in love. Or so it seemed.

One day, after a particularly long day of classes, y/n came home to find Jungkook sitting on the couch with a funny look on his face, nose deep into his phone, clearly smiling about something.

"Hey, babe." he said. "I have something I want to show you."

Y/n, always eager to see what her boyfriend was up to, walked over and leaned in to look at his phone, before she could see what was on the screen, Jungkook quickly pulled it away and locked it.

"What's going on?" she asked, confused but not completely oblivious to the glimpse of a heart next to a girls name she saw. "I have a surprise for you." Jungkook said, grinning.

Y/n didn't know what to make of this. She had never been one for surprises, but Jungkook was always full of them. So she sat down next to him and waited. After a moment, Jungkook stood up and said, "Follow me."

Y/n trailed behind him up their carpeted stairs, wondering what he had planned, smiling at all the possibilities. He led her into their shared bedroom and closed the door gently. "Okay, close your eyes." he said in an eager tone.

Finally what seemed like hours, he spoke in almost a teasing manner. "Okay, open your eyes."

-Your POV-

I slowly opened my eyes, and what I saw made my heart instantly sink. Jungkook was standing there, holding hands with another girl.

I felt like I had been punched in the stomach and could feel the lump growing in my throat. I can't believe that Jungkook would do this to me, and the worst part was the way the other girl was staring at me, smug and self-satisfied.

Jungkook broke out into a grin as my eyes slowly started tearing up, I had no idea he was ever capable of something so heinous.

"Gotcha!" he said, breaking out into a fit of laughter. I was stunned. I have never seen Jungkook act like this. I have no idea what to say or do. Finally, I say in a shaky voice, tears rolling down my cheeks. "What's g-going on?"

"It's a prank!" Jungkook said, still grinning yet still holding hands with the unknown girl. "I wanted to see how you'd react if you thought I was cheating on you." He stepped forward as I stepped backwards. He let the girls hand go.

I couldn't believe it. I had been so scared and hurt, and now Jungkook was just laughing it off like it was no big deal. I took a deep breath, sniffing as I watch the female awkwardly leave. "That's not funny." I said, getting up from the bed. "You scared me."

"I'm sorry baby." he pouted, still smiling. "I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to see how you'd react."

"Well, I reacted pretty badly." I said, crossing my arms, suddenly feeling insecure. "Why would you ever think that's okay?" I wiped my tears away with the sleeves of my, well his hoodie.

"I don't know.." he said in a low tone, his smile fading, and looking down at his feet. "I guess I just wanted to have a little fun..." he mumbled out, clearly feeling guilty of what he's done.

I sighed. I don't know how to feel about this. I am hurt and confused, but part of me also understands that Jungkook had meant no harm, yet the burning in my chest at the thought of no longer having him, made it hurt worse.

"I think I need some time to myself." I said, walking towards the door of our shared room. "Wait baby!" He said in rather a whisper than a yell, following behind me, only stopping at the top of the stairs. "Don't leave please, we can talk about this." I shake my head no and walk to the living room.

-Author's POV-

Y/n was hurt, and she didn't want to talk. She wanted to be left alone so she could understand all the feelings attacking one another inside her chest. So with that, he grabbed his jacket and keys, texting his best friend, Taehyung, that he was on the way and left their shared apartment, giving y/n the space she desired.

He messed up big time.

End♡︎

A/n-

I have been getting back into the quick oneshots, but I hope you enjoyed this one, this was a bit of a cliffhanger and I may add a part 2 to it.

Anyways! If you enjoyed don't forget to comment and give me a ♥️, it's much appreciated!!

Until next time!!~

[final-girl96]

My Boyfriend's Back Chapter Forty

YN

I sat in Sidney's kitchen with her and dad, Reese was playing on the floor. Dad had brought Sidney her groceries since I asked if he could take Reese until we find out who the killer is and make sure it's not another ghostface. I mean, I knew who it was but I couldn't say anything. It was bad enough Randy asked me about Stu.

Sidney was talking about Cotton being murdered then she went into talking about mom and all her secrets. She had accepted that our mother wasn't perfect. I sat there beside her watching Reese play on the floor. My mind kept going back to Stu. I had a feeling he would be showing up sometime soon.

Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if he's sitting on my couch or in my damn kitchen eating my food when I go home tonight. He won't be happy to see Reese isn't there whenever he does show up. But I'm not going to have her anywhere near this shit.

After I left Sidney's, leaving Reese to go with my dad, which she had no problem with. He was her favorite person other than Randy, probably because they both spoiled her. Aunt Sindey was also high up there. After saying goodbye and watching dad drive away until I couldn't see his car anymore. I said goodbye to Sid and went home.

I unlocked the back door, pushing it open and I instantly felt like I was being watched. My heart rate went up slightly, but I knew who was hiding in the dark. I shut the door and walked towards the kitchen. "She's not here, my dad has her." No answer. I stopped halfway down the hall, my gut telling me something wasn't right. I fumbled with my keys trying to get a grip on the small thing of pepper spray I had on them.

My feet moved me backwards towards the door then froze a few feet away when a tall dark figure appeared at the other end. "This isn't funny, Stu!" I hissed out. My heart felt like it was in my throat, my hands shook slightly. I willed my feet to move when they began to slowly move towards me. "I mean it, Stu! I am not in the mood for your fucking shit!" They got closer, showing they had a ghostface costume on and a knife in their hand.

I screamed when someone came from behind me, pushing me out of the way before tackling the person in front of me just as the person in the costume started to run towards me. I used my hands to brace myself on the wall to keep myself from falling. I looked towards where the two people were and realized it was Stu that had tackled the other person. Stu punched him then ripped his mask off.

I didn't get to see who it was with Stu blocking my view. His fist came down again, knocking the person's head to the side. "You think I wouldn't be watching her house?!" Another hit to the person's face. They groaned and tried to push Stu off of them. "I warned you! Now I'm gonna fucking kill you!"

He pulled a knife out, pinning the person's hands under his knees. He lifted the knife over his head, both hands gripping the handle. That's when I got a good view of the person. It was fucking Mickey! My eyes widened and I screamed when Stu brought the knife down but Mickey was able to get a hand free and punched Stu.

With Stu stunned it gave Mickey the chance to knock him off balance enough to roll out from under him. He took another swing, slamming his fist into Stu's face again. Stu stood up, stumbling back slightly. Mickey tried to Stab him but he was able to block it in time, bringing his leg up and kicking him backwards. I made a rash decision to try and open the back door.

Just as my hand met the door handle, a hand wrapped itself in my hair, yanking me away from the door, spinning me around so my back was to a chest. Cool metal pressed against my hot skin and looked up to see Stu standing a few feet away. His face was red, eyes dark and full of murderous rage. Mickey held onto me, pressing his knife against my throat. This was it. This was how I would fucking die.

I’m just glad my daughter wasn’t here because god only knows what he would do with her. Hell, for all I know is this could be some kind of setup for Stu to take her from me. But deep down something told me that he would never do that. He’s a psychopath but he loves her and he loves…me. Mickey pressed the blade harder, the sharp edge nicking my skin. I let out a low hiss at the sting from the small cut. I’ve always felt that smaller cuts hurt a lot worse than a deep cut. Papercuts were even worse. Pictures of Stu pushing his knife into Luke’s lower stomach and pulling and sawing his way up towards his sternum. The flash of Luke’s guts falling out to lay on the floor at his feet. All the blood that covered him, the floor, and Stu’s knife made me nauseous.

My breathing started to pick up at the thought of Sidney or Randy or god forbid my dad finding me with my insides on the outside. The thought of my daughter growing up without me and having to have that trauma for the rest of her life. I looked up at Stu and I know he saw those thoughts running through my head. “If you were smart you’d let her go. She’s never going to want to be with you when she has the original. She’ll always be mine and I don’t like when others try to take what’s mine away. So you have two seconds to get your fucking hands off of her before I fucking gut you!” Stu’s grip on his knife tightened, his knuckles turning white.

Mickey pressed the side of his face against my temple, turning his head and running the tip of his nose up the side of my face and smiling. A shiver ran down my spine from disgust. He pressed his lips to my ear. “I bet you taste fucking amazing. Maybe I should find out for myself after I kill this asshole for you, hmm? I could be so much more for you than him. He’s a wanted killer. Nobody knows I had anything to do with Windsor. I can take care of you…” He looked over at Stu, his smile growing into a more sinister one and the words that left his mouth ended his life because they set Stu into a rage, turning his vision red. You could see it in his eyes. “I could be a better father to that little girl.”

Stu screamed and jumped towards us, fist connecting with Mickey’s face. I ducked out of his hold and hurled myself to the other side of the hall closest to the kitchen. Stu was on top of Mickey's knife, repeatedly stabbing into him over and over. Blood sprayed everywhere as he brought the knife up and back down again and again. “Stop! STOP!” I screamed. His movements stopped, and he looked down at Mickey, who was under him. His breathing was heavy, chest heaving up and down. His head turned to look at me, and the darkness in his eyes slowly faded. He pulled himself away from Mickey’s body, slowly standing and walking towards me. “I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to scare you, but he had to go just like Cotton had to go.”

[switchbladedreamz]

Choosing Me

LongHair!Frank Castle x Fem!Goth!Reader smut

Requested? Nah

Warnings? ❤️18+!!Hella fuckin smut y'all. Just fiiiiilth.

I need him to kiss me with his beard soaking wet

He cheated. Again..

"You know Ryan, you say you love me but you really don't give a shit about me. Do you?" He face turns bright red. It's his only change of expression from condescending. He straightens his tie. "Oh this again! I love you (Y/n/n). Is it your time of the month or something?" Out of the corner of my eye I see the silhouette, it's been following me all day, get closer. "Look I'm sorry I cheated, it didn't mean anything to me. Lets just forget this ever happened, we'll go to that fancy new Italian place and I'll buy you a new necklace." "Wow. It's like you're married the definition of misogyny, Jesus Christ dude. Get ahold of yourself and get your head out of your ass." I laugh, it almost sounds deranged with how pissed off I am. I turn to walk away but he grabs my wrist. I punch him square in the nose. "I have two hands dumbass, next time try to restrain them both." I mumble 'pathetic' before walking to my car. So too the silhouette moves in time.

It's three hours later and I'm crying into a bottle of wine blasting Halestorm, trying to remind myself I'm a bad bitch. A knock sounds at my door. A very beautiful face is on the other side of the door and I feel the gay panic seep in. "Hello, I'm Yelena, your new neighbor. I believe this is your mail," her ethereal green eyes squint as to read the name in the plastic viewing window of the envelope..''(Y/n)," 'my name rolls off her tongue so elegantly, beautiful.', " it was on my doorstep." She speaks in a Russian accent. I accidentally stare for a moment before finally speaking. "Ahem. Sorry! Thank you, yes. Uhm..how did you know my name?" "It's on the mail." She responds, a light laugh on the end. "Oh! Of course, how silly of me." "Is the music too loud? I'm sorry if it is, and I know a lot of people don't like metal.". Yelena has a beautiful smile, "Crank it girl, Lzzy Hale is an icon. I'll see you around." She waves. I'm stunned silent as I watch her door close. I jump over the couch and yank my phone off the aux, calling my best friend.

"Frank!! The most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life just moved in across from me. And she likes the same music I do, I'm gonna marry her.". "Jesus Christ (Y/n), I thought you was busy cryin over that Bryan prick." "Ryan, and I've been crying because I'm totally happy to be rid of his ass." "Yeah I never did like that douchebag. So. What's the chicks name? I'll see what I can get David to find, see if she's the real deal." I smile, I'm happy he cares. "She said her name was Yelena, I didn't get a last name though. She has this beautiful Russian accent but it's not too thick to were I don't know what she's saying. I don't usually go for blondes but man." "Yeah yeah I get it you're head over heels. Stay safe. Did Ron get all of his shit out of your apartment yet? You need any help with that asshole?" " I would like that, he's not a violent guy but he grabbed my wrist, it left a bruise. He'll be here in a few hours and I haven't been able to stop crying but I was a bad bitch when we last spoke now I'm a sad bitch.". "I'll be there". Before I can thank him he hangs up. He has such a way with words.

Frank arrived shortly after the phone call. He brought me flowers, ice cream, and a black throw blanket. I started to tear up "c'mon, can't have my best girl cryin over a gift. Go sit on the couch, I'll clean up and get you some food and water. Can't have that bastard catch ya slippin. He'll think he's won." I put the new blanket on top of the washer so I don't forget to wash it, I stop in the bathroom and wash my face and change out of my wet shirt.

"Heeey, there she is. Pick out a movie". Frank sets two plates on the coffee table. "Found some hamburger helper in the fridge." I hum as a response before picking Hellraiser, classic.

Halfway through the movie someone knocks on the door. Frank gets up, motioning for me to stay on the couch. I can hear the accusing tone in Ryan's voice as he's greeted with Frank's face. "Guess she hopped on the next dick that was nice to her". Frank's response meets Ryan's nose, that cracks. He screeches and I rush off the couch to stand behind Frank. "You're just going to let this APE TREAT ME LIKE THIS (Y/N/N)!?" Ryan yells. "Keep your voice down! And he can hit you once since you left a bruise on my wrist from early. Eye for an eye, bruise for a bruise shithead. Take your shit and leave." I grab the box, pretending Im going to hand it to Ryan, I let it dump to the floor in the hallway. I hear a gasp then a laugh, Yelena was in her door way. "I'm so sorry. I heard shouting and was going to check on you." That makes me smile a little.

Ryan scoffs and surprisingly he leaves without a word. With asshat out of sight Yelena breaks the silence. "Man that was awkward. But good for you, I like that you dumped the box. I would have just stabbed him." She laughs. I awkwardly laugh. "I'm kidding, you Americans." She points at us and chuckles, shutting her door. Frank and myself go back to watching Hellraiser. I hid my face in his arm as the hooks tore Uncle Frank's flesh off, I hate that part. Frank just laughs then let's me know when it's over.

After the movie ends Frank stretches, his shirt riding up. His happy trail making me happy. I can't help but shoot a quick glance to his lap then away. For some reason my dryer goes off. "Okay now put in the movie I brought." I hear Frank faintly call out. As he walks in he's carrying my new blanket, a bottle of wine, the ice cream, and two spoons. I smile and bend over to put in the movie he brought.

"I've never seen this before. Have you?". I can feel his eyes on me as I bend. "Nah ain't heard of it neither but Sarah said she thinks you'd like it and I told her I was headed over here and she let me borrow hers as long as I bring it back without a scratch." "Well cool, thanks Sarah. I'll definitely have to text her after with my review of it.".

Frank and I go back to cuddling. His presence is so comforting, I'm glad he's here with me. Frank starts to shift around, his face sort of contorted into an uncomfortable expression. "You okay Frankie?" I whisper. "I'm alright." He responds curtly. Well okay then.

Thirty minutes later and he's started shifting again, what the hell. I watch his hands go under the blanket and I catch a glimpse. Oh.

"hey Frankie" I whisper again. "Yeah what?" "Are you alright? You keep squirming around. Are you feelin okay?" I look up at him, doe eyes and all hoping he'll tell me the truth. "Quit worryin bout me and watch the movie, I'm okay." I nod my head and get up to go to the bathroom. It's there I realize why Frank was staring. I'm wearing loose shorts and...I forgot to put underwear on when I was changing into my pajamas. I go to my room and get an old pair of a different ex's jogger sweats (she was very tall) and an oversized HIM cutoff for Frank to sleep in.

Back in the living room I throw the garments at him and he catches them. "What're these (Y/n)?" "Your PJs silly, you really think I'm gonna let you drive yourself home after all the wine we've had". I slur my words the tiniest bit. "I'll get some water for us but you're still staying the night." I insist. I'm met with no retaliation from my guest.

The movie ends and Sarah was right, it was great. I pick up my phone but it's dead. Well I guess I'll text her in the morning.

I'm bent down on the floor, trying to find my charging cord under the mattress when heavy footfalls alert me of Frank's presence. I hear him mumble "fuck me" under his breath. I smile but it's swept away due to my lost cord. "hey princess is this what you're lookin for?" His voice is gruff, broken. Like he's trying to restrain himself. I get up off the ground and plop onto the bed, "yes! Thank you!" I grab it and kiss his cheek as thanks, okay maybe I'm still tipsy. I bend back over, this time on my night stand, to plug in my charger. "Damn iiit. I'm on my tiptoes and I still can't reach it. Frankie can you help me please?" He wordlessly walks over and fixes my problem. "Thank you. Would you like to take a shower before bed?" "Uh, yeah that'd be great, thanks. Towels?" "Hall closet". He nods and leaves.

Laying in my bed, trying my best to fall asleep but I can't when I can hear him. He's not loud by any means but the walls are thin. His little "fuuuuck"s or "yes just like that babygirl"s are driving me insane and insanely wet. The last thing I hear is "fuck yes, just like that (Y/n). Good girl" then the water shuts off. When the door opens, I can see Frank in my doorway. "Frank,....could you come lay with me till I fall asleep?" I ask him innocently. "I don't know if that's a good idea." "It's okay if you don't want to but I've been trying to sleep this whole time and it's weird to fall asleep to an empty bed.. I'm cold" I whine the last bit, rubbing my hands on my arms. Effectively squeezing my arms together to make my breasts pop. Another silent nod he steps in, shuts the door, and makes his way to my bed. It's then I notice he's shirtless and a couple droplets roll down his chest. Fuuuuck mee.

"good night princess" Frank whispers. "Gnight Frankie.".

I'm woken up at 5am, so my clock tells me, to grunts and being shaken. I feel something harsh against my behind when the brain fog clears and I realize what's happening. Frank's face is buried in my neck, and his cock against my ass, humping me in his sleep. "please" he whispers. It's so broken, desperate for release. I bite back a moan and rub my thighs together. It does nothing to alleviate my troubles except when I slip my hand down my shorts. I find im completely soaked when my middle finger splits my folds and runs up and down, spreading my juices. I accidentally gasp out loud as I rubbed my clit by surprise. Frank awoke with a grunt. "You okay pretty girl?" His morning voice is so hot. Then I feel the air shift. He knows. "(Y/n)." I don't answer. I'm too ashamed. "(Y/n)." He says more urgently this time. "Y-ye-ahem, yeah Frankie?". "Don't 'yeah Frankie' me right now. Just, just. Is this happening?" He stammers out. "D-do you want it to? To happen?" I turn onto my right side and face him. I had to at some point. "Yes. Do you?". I just nod. "Can I get something verbal, please?" His deep voice on edge. "I do. Please. Please Frank." Like a predator he growls and inches down bed, kissing and licking down my body as he strips me bare. With his large rough hands, grips my ankles, he pulls my center directly to his face. He doesn't stop making eye contact as his beard burns my thighs. His lips suck my clit into his mouth, the tip of his tongue swirling on my nub over and over and over. Two thick fingers languidly thrusting into me. It's all so beautiful and overstimulating. The tips of his fingers cuuurl and my toes do to, hands twisting needy in his long black locks. The grunts he makes when I tug on his hair send me. His fingers and mouth leave me and a small whiney 'nooo' leaves my mouth. Frank chuckles as he changes our position, I look up and my mind is blown. The big bad...hairy.. Punisher, towering over me and chuckling at me. "Frankie if you know one thing, it's for sure how to turn a girl on." His only response is another chuckle. His big hands pull my knees together and brings them over to one shoulder, slowly inching his member deeper into me. The girth stretching me open, nestled deep in my walls.

Frank's eyes never leave mine as he gently pulls out then pushes back in, inch by fucking inch. One arm stays wrapped around knees, his free hand pressing on my waist. Before I ask what he's doing out of nowhere his thrusts become fast and hard. I can see his cock bulging out of my stomach under Frank's hand, my eyes go wide and squeal when that hand applies pressure. "Okay baby, let me hear you". He leans his body forward, thrusting even deeper. The push and pull of his thick cock fucks my brain over, I can't think of anything. "F-Fra-fuuuck Fra-a-ank!" I cry at the top of my voice, all I get as a response is another chuckle. I roll my eyes. "Hey don't you fuckin roll your eyes at me, especially when I'm inside of you." His thrusts don't stop, it takes a lot to muster my verbal response. "You just...chuckle...it feels rude". I cross my arms to further prove my point. Really I'm just playing with my breasts. "It's." Stop, a harsh thrust. "Because." A stop, Harsh thrust. "You're" stop, harsh thrust. "So. Fucking." Two harsh thrusts back to back. "Cute!" He throws my legs open and around him, wraps his arms under me and pulls me to his chest. Plush lips trace my throat, my pulse, a bite to my jugular, a timid lick behind my ear, a nibble to my lobe. "Baby" I whimper, hushed against the shell of his ear. Gods he smells amazing, like me. It makes me feel primal, he's mine, he smells like me, mine mine mine. His hips move fluidly and slow, loving me. Choosing me. I kiss neck, my lips pressing softly to his Adams apple, my nails scratch lightly down his back. He shivers and it's my turn to chuckle. "Now you get it" Frank says before kissing my shoulder and to my chest. We end the blissful night between the sheets, holding hands. "G'night Frankie." I whisper to the darkness. "G'night baby".

[thaisibir]

The Niijima sisters and envy

I want to talk about the Niijima sisters AKA best girls and how their relationship stands out to me in this epic 100+ hour game. (P5R spoilers below the cut)

There's no denying that Sae is hella stunning, smart, talented, and successful.  Yet it's interesting that Makoto never shows obvious or outward signs of jealousy or resentment whenever these aspects of Sae are brought up in the games. I'm sure there was pressure or inadequacy felt on Makoto's part when the principal mentions Sae's success as a prosecutor to get Makoto to follow in her footsteps. (Dick move on the principal's part) But we never get moments like Makoto expressing wishes to be more beautiful or smart like her sister. Instead there's just that fierce, earnest sisterly love she has for Sae, a love so strong that it's the reason she joined the Phantom Thieves, and why she's willing to "fight in her corner" and say to Sae "I'm on your side." Even in times when Sae didn't really deserve it, like when she lashed out at Makoto over dinner, or as she teeters on the brink of corruption by the time of the casino palace arc. Whenever Makoto does talk about Sae, I perceive respect and admiration from her more than anything else. In the dancing game, Makoto talks about how both are trained in aikido but Sae kicks her ass every time. I never got a sense of Makoto disliking Sae for this. It's more like "my big sister is so good and I want to keep trying and work harder to be her equal one day." That's part of why I like Makoto so much. Drive, ambition, and strong work ethic are core parts of her character, but she doesn't let envy or resentment get the better of her. That's what differentiates the sisters, why one of them becomes a heroic Phantom Thief and the other is almost consumed in shadow.

Meanwhile it's Sae who's experiencing the envy. This may have come as a surprise to some people. Like I mentioned before, she's practically perfect. What does she have to be jealous of? But I've been in her shoes before. I'm an older sister who works in a high paying male-dominated field (surgery and anesthesia). My younger sister got to pursue the major and career our parents wouldn't let me do (art). With a retired mom, deceased dad, and sister + brother in-law scraping by on minimum wage, I occasionally work overtime or pick up incentive shifts to rake in extra money to support my family on top of supporting myself. The position Sae is in, the career struggles she faces as a woman in a gentleman's club, it's so, so relatable and scarily realistic. The envy an older sibling feels for the younger sibling with more freedom is something I've experienced, and I'm sure I'm not alone in this. The way Sae loses her temper at Makoto and calls her useless is definitely unfair and unwarranted, but we can at least understand where she's coming from. Maybe Sae used to have Makoto's optimism when she was younger. But now she is an overworked and stressed adult, the sole breadwinner for the family, worn and beaten down to a cynical and bitter shadow of herself due to the trappings and pressures of society. The very unhealthy way she is dealing with the death of her father, and thinking of him, is certainly not helping things. (Having lost my dad unexpectedly a few years ago myself, I can't help really pitying Sae for the way she's trying to fight through life without apparently any kind of support network or healthy outlet for her emotions.) The manifestation of Shadow Sae is what happens when Makoto's pure drive and ambition become twisted and corrupted. Meanwhile Makoto is a high school student brimming with potential, free to take matters into her own hands so she can enter another dimension with her thief buddies to drive a nuclear motorcycle and punch the hell out of monsters and save and free Sae from herself. The inevitable clash of sisters is a valuable lesson, a cautionary tale, to remind us that we shouldn't lose sight of the values we hold dear, to not let the world twist us into shadows of ourselves.

All of this more or less articulates why I was so drawn to the Niijima sisters, their characters, arcs, and development as I played P5R. It's a refreshing and (in my opinion, at least) a well written portrayal of sister dynamics. I do wish there was more Sae could do and say to try making up for the harsh treatment toward Makoto after the casino palace. But hey, that's what fanfic is for.

[slytherin-girly]

Perfect/ A Draco Malfoy x reader one-shot

House: dont matter

Year: 4 yule ball *laughs mischievously* too much? Yeah

Ed Sheeran's song 'Perfect'

I love doing this :)))

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{Draco POV}

 I found a love, for me

Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet

Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

Y/n, the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life, also my girlfriend, said that she had to do some dress shopping with Granger girl.

So I spent my time looking at the picture album she had made for us.

Y/n had always been kind at heart. She looked past the bad just to find the good. She's a very good person. I always find myself wondering how I found the most perfect girl in the world.

Cause we were just kids when we fell in love

Not knowing what it was

I will not give you up this time

But darling, just kiss me slow

Your heart is all I own

And in your eyes, you're holding mine

"Y/n, you almost ready?" I called out sitting on her bed waiting.

"Almost! One sec!" She said.

"You- look- wow- you- look beautiful Y/n. Stunning."

"Thank you Draco." She said, "Can you help me with this please? It's the necklace you gave me."

I smiled. It was the first necklace I'd ever bought for her when we started dating . It had my initial on it. D. (Like this👇)

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark

With you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass

Listening to our favourite song

When you said you looked a mess

I whispered underneath my breath

But you heard it

Darling, you look perfect tonight

We made our way to the ball, with Y/n holding on to my arm. It all felt just right.

"Is my hair messy?" She asked me.

"Darling, your hair is perfect. Just like you."

"Awww thanks Dray." She smiled up at me.

We walked into the ballroom. And coincidentally our song was playing.

"Oh Draco! This is our song!" She said excitedly pulling me our onto the dancefloor.

I smiled to myself.

Well, I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know

She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I'll share her home

I found a lover, to carry more than just my secrets

To carry love, to carry children of our own

Our song was finally over and I had told Y/n i would go get us some punch.

"Oi Y/n" Pansy said walking up to Y/n.

"Whaddya want now you shithead." Y/n said plainly.

"How dare-!" She starts.

"I really don't care. Amusing if you think I do. Anyway get the fuck outta my face please." Y/n said and Pansy went back to her goons.

Y/n really knew how to stand up for herself. Strong woman there.

I went back with the punch and sat next to her.

"Y'know Y/n I'm really glad I found you. And I can't wait to marry you."

We are still kids, but we're so in love

Fighting against all odds

I know we'll be alright this time

Darling, just hold my hand

Be my girl, I'll be your man

I see my future in your eyes

"We're only kids Dray, what if-"

"Trust me. We maybe just kids but I'll love you the same no matter what age."

"You're the sweetest." She said smiling.

"C'mon I wanna dance with you." She said pulling me out on the dance floor yet again.

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark

With you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass

Listening to our favorite song

When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful

I don't deserve this

Darling, you look perfect tonight

We danced the night away with each other. Enjoying each other's company. She was absolutely stunning. A lot of the other guys were staring at her, until I gave them a death glare.

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark

With you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass

Listening to our favorite song

I have faith in what I see

Now I know I have met an angel in person

And she looks perfect

I finally found my little ray of sunshine in my life. I don't deserve it I know that.

We walked out of the ball together hand in hand.

"That was a lot of fun!" She said happily.

"It was."

We cuddled in my dorm room for a little while

"What did I do to deserve someone like you Y/n"

"I should be asking you that." She says with a giggle.

"My little angel."

I don't deserve this

You look perfect tonight

"I love you."

"I love you more angel."

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(Pics off of pinterest)

[fangirlstorycreator]

Max Parish X Reader

Context: Max is your bestfriend, he drives you to a date and stays at the bar incase he's a danger. It ends up with Max punching your date 😱💚

Since both you and your bestfriend Max worked together in the police force, you were there for eachother weather it was friendship related or for protective legal issues. You hadn't had much luck when it came to dating, they always had something about them that was right. One guy wasn't over his ex, another was actually gay! Then there was one who was dating both you and another girl at the same time, and the only way you found that out was because he booked a date with you, but forgot he also booked it with her, at the same restaurant! He ended up having two drinks thrown in his face, such a waist of drinks. Anyway, there was this guy you were talking too, and had had one date with before, and it seemed to be going ok. But you wanted Max to join you there anyway.

It was a running thing you both did for eachother, if there was a girl he had a date with who was getting too clingy or too serious straight away, you would be there to help. With you he was much more protective, being a woman out on your own with a guy you had just met was a lot more dangerous. Woman get mugged and attacked a lot, and Max wasnt going to let that happen. So after work, you did your makeup and put on a nice dress, then walked down stairs and towards Max's car. "Wow babes! You look stunning!" "Thank you Max" you said as you sat down in the passengers seat. "Oh man, hes going to take one look at you and melt, any real man would" "That's so sweet Max" He started driving to the car, it was about a 20 minute drive, and when he parked up it was just outside the bar.

"Right, I'll see you in there Max" "I'll be right behind you babes" You walk out first, and even though you dont see it, Max cant help but check you out. He hadn't told you how he really felt about you, he thought he could never get a woman like you. Little did he know, you felt the same, and didnt think you were enough for him either, that's why dating was so difficult, they weren't Max. You enter and see your date sitting at the bar. "Hey Tony" "Hey Y/N, take a seat" he offers you a stool like the one he's sat on, and out of the corner of your eye, you see Max sit in the booth opposite you and Tony at the bar. He gets a waitress to bring him a drink as you and Tony order yours. You had hoped this date would have gone better than the last one, but it seemed that wasnt the case. Tony didnt really ask how you were, he mostly just talked about himself and how skilled he was, at many things.

You got the impression that he wanted to sleep with you tonight, but you weren't that kind of woman. If you had more in common with him and actually had a real bond, then sex would be something you would want, but again, not this early. You decided to make a hand signal to Max, you both came up with hand signals to show how you were feeling in the situation, and the one you did meant 'He's not for me, no 3rd date' he nodded in your direction and you pulled out your purse to pay for your drinks. "Hey what's up? Your going?" "I'm sorry Tony, I'm just not connecting with you. But I think your a really nice guy, I think I'm just not the right woman for you. But it was nice getting to know you, I hope you understand" You pull out some money and put it on the counter, and that's when things start to turn.

"Who the f#ck do you think you are?" "What?" "This is the second time we've been out, so if we weren't gunna f#ck then what's the point?" "Are you being serious?" "You really think I'm hear because I'm interested in you? In what you say or what you think about things? As if you think your so f#ckikg interesting? F#ck your so dumb" You cant give your ears, he was being so nasty to you, so cruel, it even made your eyes start to water. "Look, everytime you start talking, I think to myself, who the fuck does this girl think she is? You are so boring" You cant take this anymore, you stand up and grab your purse, but that doesn't stop him. "Hey, I'm gunna be honest with you, any guy who says he's interested in you beyond just f#ckikg you, is full of sh#t" How could he be so horrible, after you were polite enough to be honest with him, it made you cry quiet but still painful tears.

"Oh come on, your gunna cry now?" He didnt have a chance to say anything else to you, because Max had walked up to the bar, pulled Tony in his direction by his shoulder and punched him square in the face. There was a loud thudding noise when his fist net his face, followed by the sound of Tony crying and falling to his feet, holding his face as blood dripped out from his hands. "You #sshole! Who the f#ck do you think you are?!" "I'm the bestfriend of this wonderful woman, and I also happen to be a cop! Everything you just said to Y/N is nothing but bullsh#t and I will not let some scrawny little runt like you bring down this queen, or say anything that will damage her self esteem, you got that?!" Tony doesn't respond, that is until Max kicks him in the leg "Ow! Yes yes!" Max wipes away your tears as Tony continues to cry from his bleeding nose. "You ok babes?" "Yeh I'm, I'm fine...thank you for that" "No problem, hes an #sshole, screw him! You maybe wanna go get a burger from the meat palace?" "Max I would love nothing more" He smiles as he put his arm over your shoulder and leads you back out to the car, you were so thankful to have him with you, he was literally the best.