#IN THE MIDDLE OF SUBWAY. LEAVE ME ALONE

[gorillaxyz]

nothing more terrifying than being told someone is trying to find a way that youre racist

[dollgxtz]

Getting Closer

Word Count: 4.6k

Tags: sylus x fem!reader, cnc, stalking roleplay, rough sex, taunting, home invasion roleplay, crying, pet names like kitten, and sweetie, spanking

AN: Hiii again! Tyvm for 900 notes on my last story!!! I didn't think dark romance content with Sylus would be popular with ppl (I keep seeing convos about people mis-characterizing him). But honestly I think people should write him however they see fit!! I love seeing different interpretations! However, one things for certain. This man is definitely into primal play and no one can convince me other wise. This is loosely based on the midnight stealth story where he says "You're pretty good at running away" and "I truly enjoy watching my little prey struggle, especially when it thinks it can escape from me"

AHHHH ENOUGH TYPING ENJOYYYYY!!! (✿˶’◡˘)♡

Its a late evening and you and your dearest coworker Tara (who you basically considered your bestie at this point) were having a delicious dinner at one of the most high rated restaurants in Linkon. What was the occasion? Nothing special actually, Tara was just an intense foodie and felt the need to drag you to practically every restaurant in the city when she was feeling a particular craving. Not that you minded, it was actually nice to get to do something other than fighting for once. The Wanderers had been getting more frequent lately, and it seemed like every other day you were being called to fight them off.

Tara was busy chatting away about her own exhaustion from work, how badly her last haircut had gone, and some guy she had met on the subway that couldn't seem to leave her alone. You could only giggle as she went on and on about him. Despite her obvious distaste for the guy, you thought he actually seemed pretty well rounded. You had been hesitating on telling her about Sylus. You didn't worry that he was going to leave you for Tara, nothing ridiculous like that. He was just...hard to explain. I mean what could you say?

"Oh yeah, I'm dating the leader of Onychinus, yeah the one that escaped from space prison and rules the N109 Zone...did I mention he probably owns this restaurant? But don't worry he's SUCH a sweet guy if you get to know him!"

Yeah...probably wouldn't go well. You let out an exasperated sigh, looking out of the restaurants tall window. It was a bit chilly tonight, no doubt it would start snowing soon. You turn to Tara again, whose still in the middle of her stories of her bad dates. You're about to ask her if she's ready for the check when your phone rings.

Tara gets a dangerous look in her eye and before you can even blink she snatches your phone off the table and abruptly answers.

"Is this the mysterious handsome boyfriend my friend wont tell me about?" she coos, blocking your attempts to grab your phone. "Tara!! Please!" you exclaim, trying your hardest to not get the attention of the other patrons.

You feel your ears heat up as you get up from the booth. She laughs at something he says as you finally get your device from her grasp. She huffs in amusement from her little joke. You put the phone to your ear to hear Sylus chuckling a bit.

"Sorry ...um, what did you want?" you say lowly, trying to get yourself together.

"I'm guessing that's...Tessa?" Sylus says, clearly amused by the situation. He's got that...tone in his voice. The one he uses when he's toying with you. You feel your face heat up, trying to keep your cool with Tara watching close next to you.

"Tara" you correct, coldly, shooting her a death glare. "She's still got a few screws loose clearly". She giggles at this comment and you sigh.

"She seems pretty funny to me"

"What did you want? I was just about to head ho-"

"I really like your hair today, kitten" Sylus says, his voice seemingly lower and...dark?

You feel the hairs on your neck stand up, immediately you begin to scan the restaurant. He hasn't seen you today at all...is he in the restaurant? Is Mephisto outside somewhere tattling again? You scan everywhere but no sight of either one of them.

"Cat got your tongue sweetie?"

You swallow, turning back to the phone. "I see you have nothing better to do than send that damn bird to spy on me again. I'm taking him apart when I find him" you say, trying your hardest to sound calm.

Tara tilts her head in confusion, and you give her an awkward grin. Dammit. You'll have to explain it off as an inside joke or something later. Sylus chuckles again on the other end, sending a million thoughts racing in your head.

"Who said anything about Mephisto? He's back at home, probably resting".

"Then how..." your voice trails off, the words seemingly stuck in your throat. Curse this man, always playing his stupid mind games with you.

"What do you mean how? I can see you of course. How else would I know sweetie?"

Ah...so he is here. He's just hiding from you, probably enjoying the look of your panicked face and you wiping your sweaty palms on your skirt.

"That skirt will roll up pretty easy don't you think, kitten?" Sylus says, drawing out every syllable. You can hear the smile through the phone and it infuriates you. But it also forms a knot in your stomach from excitement. He's got you right where he wants you clearly.

You suddenly hang up on him, barely able to bear the tension forming in you heart and stomach. You sigh and turn your attention back to your very worried coworker. "Um...sorry. I think we should probably get the check don't you think? Its late haha..." you trail off, trying to look less stressed. What was that idiot thinking?? There's no way you were gonna do that in public. You try looking through the window again, trying to spot even a tall silhouette somewhere but nothing...where is he???

You feel cold fingers touch your shoulder, and you whip your head to face Tara. "I'm sorry if I made you upset...or him. Is everything okay with you both?" she asks, her brows furrowed in confusion. Your head spins trying to come up with some explanation for your panic. Is there even a good excuse? No way you could tell her that its some kind of sex game you both indulge in right???

"Umm, look its fine!! Nothing to worry about Tara, I forgive you" you say quickly, gathering your things into your bag. "I have to go though, lets get the check yeah?"

Tara, albeit still puzzled, nods her head in agreement. "Lets meet here again next week! But please, if you ever need to talk to me I'm here okay?" she says softly, before leaning in to give you a quick hug and kiss on the cheek. You both chat for a bit before the waiter comes with the check, bidding each other goodbye once the bill was settled.

You open the door to the restaurant and shiver as the crisp, early winter air envelopes your body. It wasn't nearly this cold earlier and you curse yourself for picking this stupid thin skirt to wear. The sun has long set and its dark. The moon gives the street a nice glow however, which settles your nerves a little.

Your phone rings.

You stop dead in your tracks, debating if you should even pick up. With shaky fingers, you finally answer.

"You know I don’t like being hung up on, where’s your manners hm?" Sylus asks. You glance over your shoulder, half expecting to see his annoying grin, but there's nothing there. You nod absentmindedly and murmur a quick "whatever" as you keep walking. Maybe if you stay quiet, you’ll catch the sound of his footsteps and figure out his location?

"You're close...aren't you Sylus?" you say, trying to sound confident in your question. In all honesty you had no idea.

"Obviously. I can smell that vanilla perfume I love so much. You should wear it more often"

"Its not really that good of a scent, too sweet. I don't like it..." you mutter, voice shaking as you walk. You hear a crunch behind you and you whip your head around. Unfortunately, its just some stray cats scurrying about near some trash cans. You cant tell whether your relieved or more frightened that its not Sylus.

"We both know that's not true. You always wear it on our dates..." he chuckles through the phone, as if it finds it amusing. "Always trying to impress me, how cute”.

Ah, so he did notice. You found it kind of freaky how observant he was sometimes. He probably knew you better than yourself at times. But this confirmed something very important. He was close, close enough to smell you. Did you pass by him by accident and didn't notice? You start walking a bit faster, hoping to catch the last subway home before in leaves the station.

"Zip it" you growl into the phone. You look up ahead, spotting some mirrors being displayed in some glass displays. Ah hah...maybe you'll see glimpses of him if you stop by?

You abruptly stop in front of one of the mirrors, pretending to admire your appearance.

"Do you think I should wear my hair like this more often Sylus?" you ask, narrowing your eyes to look in the reflection. There is someone, but its not Sylus. Just a disheveled looking guy smoking a cigarette.

"Using the reflection are we? What a clever little kitten you are...~"

He hangs up.

You spin around, hoping to catch sight of him. I mean c'mon, he's over 6ft, wide shoulders, and white hair. He should be easy to spot, even in the dark. But again, nothing.

But you know he's still watching you. You can feel it. You begin to hug yourself, partly out of fear but also out of being cold. You needed to hurry if you didn't want to be stuck walking the rest of the way to your apartment.

Part of you didn't want to admit it but this was exciting. You liked Sylus when he was sweet yes...but you liked it more when he was dangerous. You keep up a slightly fast pace, trying to keep your head on a swivel. You battle between feeling scared and confident, your stomach in shambles.

You turn your head as you enter the crowd of people waiting to board the subway. All of them seemingly tired and needing somewhere to be. You swipe your subway pass through the gate lock and it opens.

Your phone rings again, and out of instinct you hang up on him. Then you get an idea. You call back.

The distinct ring tone of Sylus's phone can barely be heard over the noise of people chattering but you hear it!! You strain to hear it but it only rings once before he picks up.

"You always manage to impress me with how clever you are. Too bad it won't save you in the end...will it?" Sylus chuckles.

"Quit talking and stop hiding prick" you spat, looking around.

"Ah ah ah, patience sweetie. Unless you want me to take what's mine in front of all these people?"

You can tell by Sylus's tone that he's losing his resolve. More importantly his patience. No doubt he'd be turning up the intensity of yall's little game very soon. You shiver, imagining you pinned underneath him, whining and mewling from his cock while people pass.

"What's your plan kitten?" he asks, the sounds of brakes and doors opening echoing through the phone. "I know where you live, I know what turns you make, what your street looks like. You know you can't outrun me"

"Ha, well I know that you cant hide forever, Sylus" you say triumphantly. You step onto the subway, trying your hardest to push past people.

That's when you see it. The white hair, the red eyes. Your gazes find each other almost instantly. Despite walking into your trap, Sylus's mouth forms an almost villainous grin and he starts taking strides towards you. The door shuts behind him.

You hang up.

Thankfully, people pile behind you, giving you some cover from him. You turn your head over your shoulder, watching him closely. He's wearing a black turtleneck with a brown winter jacket made somewhat of leather. He's broad, and tall and yet blends in fine with the people around him.

You watch as he scans every face and seat he passes. You attempt to back up but are met with a few disgruntled people telling you to stop pushing. You're trapped. Panicking, you try to think. Maybe you could get off a stop early? No, he'd definitely get to your place before you. You have to get home and lock the doors, maybe barricade if you have to. All you can do is think to press yourself against the glass doors to hopefully be the first one off.

You turn around, and realize he's staring you down intently. Somehow he had made his way right behind you without you noticing. He towers above you, blocking your view of other people.

Shit shit shit.

His expression, once smug, now drops. His eyes glare at you from under his brow. You feel frozen, like a deer in headlights. Like true prey. All you can think to do in the moment is turn back around, avoiding his gaze. Sure, he's got you pinned now. But he won't do anything with all these people around right?

You feel him lean down, breath hot against your ear.

"Did you really think you could escape from me?" he growls, trailing a finger down the curve of your spine. You shiver from his touch, your instincts screaming at you to bolt away from him immediately.

"I do like to play with my prey a little...but you know I always find you" he says, resting a hand on your hip now. Your shaking now, whether from fear or excitement, you don't really know. He's so close you can feel the hardness of his erection against your ass. He's definitely at his limit now.

Not wanting him to think he's won just yet, you remain silent and whip your head away from him. You look at the faces of your fellow passengers but no one seems to notice you. They're all busy engrossed in their phones or conversations.

"No ones going to help you kitten". He mocks. He gets even closer, resting his arm on the wall beside you, angling his body so no one can see you. He takes his free hand and slides it under your shirt, caressing your soft tummy, up to your belly button, eventually settling on the roundness of your breasts.

You desperately try to reach up to remove his hands but of course to no avail, it doesn't work. You feel heat rising to your face...but not only there. An aching, hot feeling in the core of your stomach and between your legs engulfs you.

"Sylus...really? Here?" you ask, voice shaking, trying your best to hold in a whimper. Sylus doesn't answer, only continuing touch your breasts. His thumb and index finger rests on one of your nipples, pinching it slightly. You nearly drop to the ground, pain and pleasure sweeping through your core.

'What's wrong? I can touch you wherever and whenever I please" he says plainly, continuing his assault on your nipple. "You're mine".

As if trying to prove a point, his hands comes off your breast and dips underneath your skirt. He swiftly but roughly begins to press his fingers against your pussy over the fabric of your underwear. You gasp at the suddenness of the assault, your knees threatening to buck underneath you. You grab his wrist in an attempt to stop him but he ignores you.

"I should just take you right here. What do you think sweetie?" he whispers in your ear, clearly enjoying the sight of your distraught face.

As if the universe decided to grant mercy on you, the robotic voice of the intercom suddenly announces the name of your stop.

The doors open. You lose your balance, but quickly recover before you eat gravel. You don't even bother to look behind you, you just start bolting, trying to put as much distance between you and Sylus as you can.

"Aww, kitten where are you going? We're just getting started" Sylus chimes from behind you. No doubt not even bothering to chase after you. You knew he'd catch up in his own ways. Ignoring him, you keep bolting, all that track during high school thankfully being good for something.

You make a sharp turn into an alley, your stamina beginning to falter but you know you cant stop. Your phone rings, and in a burst of anger you answer.

"Quit calling!" your voice a mix of anger, desperation and fear, which gives Sylus a good chuckle once more. He's completely unphased by your little tantrum.

"I must ask, why pick an alley? Are you trying to make this easy for me?" he teases.

You turn your head, almost gasping when you see the familiar silhouette of Sylus.

Then he moves. Long, quick strides and he's already closed the distance between you two. He's whistling a familiar tune, no doubt from one of his many records. You recognize it almost immediately, its one of your favorites. But now rather than soothing, its just rather unnerving.

You snap out of your frozen state and keep bolting, narrowly missing Sylus's attempt to grab your hair.

"My kitten is still fairly quick, I see. Good job sweetie" he praises, his footsteps still not far behind you. You know his words are made mockingly. He could've easily grabbed you with his Evol if he wanted to. He's simply toying with you now. Playing with his food.

You turn sharply out of the alleyway, the sight of the gates to your apartment building in view. Safety. Its so close. A rush of adrenaline courses through your veins. The wind whips past your face as you push your body past its limits. The night is even colder now with the sweat pouring all down your body. Your hair is even sticking to your neck and face now but all you can think about is bolting up the stairs and locking yourself away.

You made it to the base of the stairs, wasting no time to run up the stairs. There it is.

You hear footsteps behind you.

The door. Now. GO. You dash through your doorway, cursing yourself about why the door was even unlocked in the first place. But in this situation? It was a blessing in disguise.

That was the fastest you had ever locked a door in your life. You scanned the room making quick work of pushing the sofa against the door and a few chairs.

You collapse.

Your breathes come in uneven, staccato bursts, sweat having drenched your shirt by now. You rip it off over your head, the clamminess unbearable. Now only in your bra and skirt, you're able to breathe a bit. As you start to collect your thoughts, you freeze.

Wait. The balcony.

Fuck.

You get up quickly, rounding the corner to lock the balcony doors. Thankfully, they're still shut when you reach over to lock it.

Yes!! You won?? Did he give up?

There's nothing but silence and the sound of your ac humming for a few short moments. You start to question if Sylus actually did leave you alone, when your phone suddenly rings. You answer it. confidence ringing in your voice.

"I win Sylus. Thanks for the little game though" you retort, still attempting to catch your breath.

"Are you sure about that?" He asks. His voice is cool and calm. "How sure are you that you got to the balcony before I did?"

"Wha-I would've heard you Sylus..." you say with uncertainty. You weren't sure anymore. You look around. Your apartment isn't the biggest. No way he got in here without you noticing.

"Would you have heard me?"

"Pfft. You don't scare me" you spat, backing away from the balcony doors.

You hear him chuckle. "I guess I almost had you didn't I?". You make your way towards your the middle of your living room.

"Say...what do you think would've happened if I caught you kitten?"

Your thoughts stir in your nearly silent apartment. You aren't sure how to answer him, anxiety knotting in your stomach. You start making your way to your bedroom, with your face towards the balcony, watching it with intensity.

"Surprise...~"

You nearly jump out of your skin, a scream ripping through your throat as large arms wrap around your waist and lift you. Sylus is quick to cover your mouth, dragging your kicking and distraught form towards your bedroom.

He got in before you. Of course he did. He can be lightening fast after all.

You bite his hand, hard. He simply chuckles, causing you to get even more desperate.

"Let me go!" you yell.

"Sure sweetie" he drops you to the ground, giving you a small window of opportunity to run. You try, but he instantly grabs your hair, twisting it into his grip. You yelp, tears forming from the sudden pain. The more you struggle the more it hurts. You desperately try removing his hand but of course he doesn't budge.

He watches you with a pitiful look, rolling his eyes.

"So fucking predictable, as usual"

He starts dragging you across the hard marble floor. Your scalp feels like its on fire, each and every strand being stressed with every pull. He finally reaches your bedroom, wasting no time to bend you over the bed. You push back against him, attempting to kick him. He pulls your head back by your hair. You nearly scream, letting out a sob. Tears stream down your face as you try to look at him, pleading.

"Please, I'm sorry. Please don't" you beg. He simply laughs. You feel his Evol wrapping around you.

"None of those are safe words sweetie"

You choke back on tears. You're practically soaked now. And it wasn't sweat. You feel utterly helpless, trapped underneath him, begging to be freed. He reaches up a hand, undoing the clasps of your bra with one hand. Its falls off your chest effortlessly, leaving you exposed.

"Thanks for making this part easy. Though this skirt is still in the way" he mutters. He pins you to the bed, rolling your skirt up to reveal the skin of your ass.

"Sylus...please" you whimper. Your only answer from him is the sudden sting from a sudden slap to the ass. You yelp in pain, the hot achiness between your legs rising. He rips your underwear in two with swiftness.

"Sylus, please" he mocks, you can hear the grin on his face. 'Telling me you don't want this and yet your dripping all down your leg"

He slides a finger along your cunt, making your legs buck. He rolls a finger around your cunt a few times, earning a symphonies of moans from you. You're already desperate to cum and he's barely done anything to you. Breath ragged, legs shaking, your about to beg him to let you finish when he suddenly pulls away.

???

You're confused until you hear the sound of his belt unbuckle. Is he...going to fuck you already? Not that your disappointed at all. You brace yourself for a sudden intrusion when your met with the sharp sting. You yelp, the surprise of the attack sending shivers down your body. But he doesn't stop, he hits your ass again. And again. Then again. And again.

You feel like your about to pass out. The pain is overwhelming all your senses. But part of you doesn't want him to stop. Your sure you have belt shaped bruises littering your ass by now. The tears have completely clouded your vision. You cant see a thing.

"You're so pretty when you cry sweetie. So pretty~". Sylus reaches a hand up to your faces and wipes some tears away. He leans over, lifting your chin to look up at him.

"Are you doing okay?" his tone is soft, his expression a mix of wonder and worry. You nod enthusiastically, letting him know you're still enjoying this.

"Aw. Lets change that shall we?" he says, his soft expression turning into a smug grin. Your smile drops and your heart starts pound again.

This bastard.

He gives you one last hard whip to the ass before you hear the belt drop to the floor. Then the sound of him unzipping of his pants follows. Your pulse quickens in anticipation. You can't move though, his evol keeping you firmly in place. He puts his hand back in your hair, tugging just enough to remind you of your place beneath him. You feel him align his hips with yours.

"Sylus, I-"

Then he's pushing into you. You're so wet that all it takes is one fluid motion and he's in. Doesn't hurt any less though. You stifle a scream, trying desperately through your tears to beg him to pull out. His pace is deep and slow. It feels almost akin to torture. The head of his cock presses against your g-spot, building a painful high in your abdomen. The hour of teasing and adrenaline rush has you beyond overstimulated, you feel ready to burst at any moment but its not enough stimulation. You stay bordering on the edge of heaven, and yet he doesn't allow you to cross over. It feels like hours as he keeps getting you right to the tip of finishing and then slows down. It hurts so bad, and your crying over and over.

"Sylus...it hurts" you whimper.

"Its supposed to"

"Sylus...please" you beg, your voice shaking from desperation.

"Calm down kitten"

"Sylus-'

"I said calm yourself. Or I'll stop now. Do you want that?"

You whimper in disagreement, face planting into the bed once more. Sylus lifts your head by the chin, leaning down to give you a small kiss on the cheek. You look so beautiful right now, the puffiness and red of your eyes turning him on even more. He speaks, his voice hard and cold.

"Always so greedy. Spoiled brat."

With little to no warning, he slams his cock into your aching cunt. You gasp in shock, but have no time to process anything as he fucks you faster and harder with each thrust. Your so overstimulated that it only takes a few thrusts to make you cum. Your body tenses and shakes as you come undone on his cock. Your moaning while gasping for air, feeling the best you've ever felt and yet on the verge of passing out.

Sylus feels your cunt tighten so hard around him that he can't help but also come undone himself. You hear a small and faint "Fuck..." but your head is spinning too much to hear much else. You're in a trance practically.

You feel the stickiness of his cum dripping down your thigh and then your out like a light. Adrenaline and overstimulation had gotten the best of you. Sylus chuckles and gently lifts you onto your bed, pulling the sheets over your worn out body.

When you wake up, your eyes and head hurt so so bad. Your vision is blurry too. You attempt too blink the blurriness away.

Sylus.

You sit up, looking for him. Did he leave already? You look at the clock, the red hue of the lights read that its three in the morning.

"S-sylus?" you whimper, feeling slightly abandoned.

"Calm down sweetie, I'm here. Its cute watching you search for me though" he says, his figure appearing in the doorway. He's holding a water bottle and a wet rag. He sits next to you, and starts gently wiping the dried tears from your face. You look down, your thighs still a sticky mess of cum, sweat and desperation from earlier. Sylus smiles a bit, laughing under his breath.

"I figured I could run you a shower when you woke up" he says, stretching out his hand for you. "Although the plumbing here is...less than adequate I guess I could join you".

You roll your eyes, laughing at his dumb remark before taking his hand in yours. You cant help but crack a smile.

"Yeah, lets go"

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

More of Stanley's sketchbook because he makes me sick /pos

(Just imagine he was looking in a mirror at the subway to draw this anshfhwj. The london bus ticket is unrelated, it's just a random knick knack he had lying around<3)

People weren't the only ones Stan met on the streets.

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+ this is an absolute fucking batshit WILD oneshot I initially wrote for these drawings that got WAY out of hand, if you feel like reading that.

The oneshot below is a stand-alone now, and in no way is related to the drawings above, but I just wanted to show you guys because Jesus Christ

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Winter of 1981, at a subway station Stan doesn't remember the name of-

The sorry excuse of a transport system that this hellhole of a city called a functioning subway was hardly anyone's first choice of a warm place to stay the night. And yet, here Stanley was; standing like an idiot in the middle of a small bustling stairwell that led down to the full screeching chaos of a train stop on a Tuesday evening. A rowdy crowd of exhausted office workers streamed out like a tidal wave from the entrance of the station, the bustle of their footsteps all too eager to go home and relax after a long day of work.

The faint, stuffy stench of old piss and sweat followed the crowd to the surface from the deep depths of a less than sanitary and overcrowded train station. The pungent smell intermingled with the crisp stinging winter air in a cocktail of shitty city gloom often associated with this time of the year; when the holidays were too far away and the sun seemed to come and go with practically the same 9 to 5 schedule as the workers had, leaving them going to work in the pitch dark and coming back out in the inky black as well.

He might have looked like he belonged there, depending on how one would want to look at it. He stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the sea of prim, pressed suits and neart uniforms. His ratty old jacket and generally unwashed appearance certainly didn’t help his case, but he also knew that stations like these also tended to shelter quite a number of homeless wanderers like him, especially during the winter. So, it wasn't exactly uncommon to see other sore thumbs seeking reprieve from the biting cold and the dangerous likelihood of frostbite from within the enclosed walls of the subway station.

Heck, if most of these underground kingdoms didn't also happen to be a breeding ground for several illicit activities, he might even have followed their lead. But, believe it or not, Stanley's already had enough experience with illegal activities to last him a last time, and he isn't looking for a new fill. He was satisfied with what meager shelter his trusty car offered him, as little a difference it might make in terms of safety.

Stanley's obstruction of the already narrow stairs with his loitering went unappreciated, as shoulders roughly shoved past him and swinging briefcases repeatedly bumped into his sides, usually coupled with a nasty glare and a snide comment or two. He paid them no mind, however. He wasn't here to start a fight with some random bum with a dead end job, as much as he thought it would probably do them both some good to duke their stresses out on one another.

The hours ticked by with wave after wave of new crowds being dropped off by a train and left to pour out of the station into the streets. By the time the streetlights turned on and the pale pink in the sky slowly faded to make way for the stark glittery black of the night sky, the tide of people had slowed to a trickle and rush hour was long since over. He was now the stairs’ sole occupier, with a few occasional stragglers stumbling up the steps and hurrying past him without a second glance.

Stanley did not move from his spot, however. He stood resolutely in the middle of the stairway, fervently rubbing his arms and stamping his feet in a futile attempt to try and regain feeling in his extremities as he waited. Rocking on his heels, he titled his head backwards to let his eyes roam the constellations that carpeted the endless expanse of the sky stretched out above his head, almost losing himself in the scintillating canvas of stars.

It reminded him of old times; of the sparkling beach sand twinkling in the dim moonlight, and the soft sound of lilting waves hovering in the background as he lay back on the cold wooden deck of his ship and watched the stars dance.

He still remembered every name his brother had once recited to him time and time again as he pointed out each star and galaxy from the night sky.

Then, like clockwork, he was broken out of his reveries by a telltale meow coming from below. The sound was a familiar blanket that immediately melted away the tension that had begun to build in his chest as he practically sagged with relief.

His body moved almost automatically as he leaned down to detach the frail tabby cat that was attempting to literally fuse with his legs, purring up a storm and rubbing her head against his pants as though her life depended on it. The cat gave a soft chirrup of dissatisfaction at being manhandled, which Stanley absentmindedly replied with a chiding click of his tongue as he lifted her up his chest and gently tucked her into his jacket in a practiced motion.

She thankfully remained blissfully limp in his grasp as he shifted around some more so that she was nestled comfortably inside the dark pocket of warmth inside his ratty jacket. The tiny warm lump that rumbled contently against his front radiated with heat, and his fingers finally began to feel like actual fingers rather than useless stiff frigid lumps of meat and bone attached to his palms.

A pointed cough startled him from his clumsy wriggling to get the cat to settle down. An oddly familiar security guard stood at the entrance of the station at the bottom of the stairs, leveling Stanley an unimpressed look with the metal gate in his grip already halfway closed, ready to seal the subway for the night. He must have been a comical sight; caught awkwardly bent over while trying to get his newly acquired cat to stop kneading biscuits on his stomach, with said cat peeking out from the gap between his collars.

Stanley faintly recognized the guard. He was a much older man, with a shock of thinning white hair neatly tucked underneath a dark blue cap and a strange depth in his eyes that reminded Stanley of the sea; with countless unspoken truths lurking far beneath the surface, but no less grand and knowing of all that the universe had to offer, as though he had already lived a thousand lives before this one.

He had seen the man around before, at another station, doing the opposite of his job by ushering stray buskers and homeless stragglers from the streets and into the (relatively) safe walls of the subway, instead of doing what any other law-abiding security guard would do and kick them out into the elements. He wasn't sure what the older man was doing here, of all places, since all the previous stations he'd seen the man at had been several states over, practically on the other side of the country.

A brief spark of panic shot through his spine at the thought that this man could be following him, but he quickly discarded the ridiculous notion as soon as it entered his mind. He had never even seen him before, and hardly ever even interacted with him; there was no reason for there to be any sort of bad blood between them. Unless he happened to be related to one of Stanley's many, many enemies, then perhaps his fear was a little warranted.

However, the old guard made no move to attack or do anything other than stare judgmentally, almost expectantly. For the first time in a long time, Stanley felt like a child being caught doing something he wasn't supposed to do. He tried his best to keep his uncomfortable squirming to a minimum under the unrelenting gaze, stubbornly returning the man's gaze with his own wary glare. His cat’s muffled whining came from inside his jacket. The traitor, she was leaving him to deal with the old man on his own.

With an exasperated jerk of his head, the security guard gestured towards the inside of the station. For a moment, Stanley stared dumbly, uncomprehending of what the old man could possibly want from him. Rolling his eyes, this time the man gestured more insistently at the small gap that still remained between the metal gate and the entrance, his arm sweeping the air in a low arc as he dramatically urged Stanley inside. Suddenly, it clicked, and Stanley shook his head.

“I have a car,” he said plainly, his voice echoing loudly in the desolate silence of the winter night that surrounded the unlikely pair.

He wasn't sure why he was so nervous, it wasn't as though he was lying. He did have a car, his trusty Stanley-mobile was parked safely away in the corner of an unassuming alley that wasn't often frequented by anyone. There was no way he was reaching it tonight, though; it was practically on the other side of the city, much too far away for him to arrive at a reasonable time. His nightly excursions to meet his small friend unfortunately left him with no other choice than to leave his car behind, the hunk of metal far too unwieldy and noticeable to drive around openly on the streets. He never knew who could be watching, after all.

He had simply been hoping to find himself a dark corner to tuck himself into with his cat, just for the night, but it seemed as though the universe had other plans. Or rather, this strange old man had other plans.

Although, if Stanley thought about it, the subway wasn't such a bad suggestion. This was one of the safer stations in the city; and with the rich neighborhoods being so close by, no rogue criminal or dealers dared to come near this area unless they wanted to be slapped with a hefty fine or face a higher potential to be arrested. And of course, there was the obvious shelter from the unrelenting cold that now seemed to permeate his bones, even with the purring warmth that was nestled inside his jacket.

So, that was how he found himself hunkering down for the night inside a shabby old subway station, with a satisfied cat still rumbling away against his chest and a strange old security guard locking down the gates behind him. The man said nothing as he hooked his keys back onto his belt and gave a firm pat on Stanley's shoulders as he walked past him, pausing to scratch his cat behind her ears before moving away. His footsteps bounced off of the grimy tiled walls with an odd reverb as he turned a corner.

“You'll be safe in here,” the man said, voice sage and gravelly. The words had a weight to them, and seemed to hang in the air with such a presence it was as though the old man had never even left his side.

The subway was empty, quiet. It was such a stark contrast to the loud rowdiness of the rush hour crowd these halls once held. Stanley hadn't yet registered the utter silence of the station as he aimlessly made his way down the winding, deserted halls of the ancient station. He mindlessly walked past the aged and peeling advertising posters plastered on the walls, his nose becoming accustomed to the stinging stench of the subway. The quiet seemed to swallow the sound of his steps as he explored the branching paths and endless tunnels. They were almost kaleidoscopic, dizzying, nonsensical. There were doors where there shouldn't be, and deadends where it didn't make sense.

The silence only began to truly settle in his bones the more he walked. He suddenly wished that he would head the telltale footsteps of the old security guard again, just to hear another sign of life in this underground hellscape other than himself. The ghostly memories of screeching trains and bustling crowds haunted the halls; now, only nothingness reigned supreme. He glanced down at his small feline companion, who slumbered away against his chest, blissfully unaware of his jackrabbiting heartbeat threatening to burst out of his ribs. The silence seemed to permeate every inch of space and crush the air out of his lungs. He couldn't breathe.

Stanley’s steps grew faster, more frantic as the walls and ceilings seemed to close in on him. They grew smaller, tighter; squeezing, trapping. He hardly even registered his cat's complaints as she was jostled around in his grasp, breaking into a full out run. His breathing sounded loud, too loud, and the world was collapsing around him.

When he finally broke out into a large, open platform, he could finally breathe again. He had arrived at the tracks, the empty tunnel where the trains would pass an empty, gaping maw in the wall that seemed to swallow all light around it and beckon him closer. He felt his cat wriggle out from within his jacket and hop out with a displeasured yowl, scampering away and disappearing behind a corner much like the old man had. True silence pierced his ears and thrummed like a deafening pressure in his temples. He was alone.

Stanley was stuck in that subway station for years.

[blueberryarchive]

jk & th fucking you in the subway

(smut, degrading, dub-con, stalking, taehyung talking like he gets paid for it) shorts for the sleepless

The most sudden cold passed in the city that night, both hands inside his jeans and his shaky foot waiting to hear the squeaky reels of the subway.

The alcohol didn't help at all, what's more, his body felt more sober than when he started the night, and God knows that after seeing your smile directed at one of the bartenders, sobriety would hit him in the face like the night wind. 

You, on the other hand, were wearing the shortest dress in your closet, the highest heels, and the most dopey face. You were juicy red meat in the middle of a concrete jungle, your hair moved with your staggers, and you laughed as you heard your babbling echo down the long, desolated hallway.

It wasn't worth arguing with you and your promiscuous ways every time you drank. He would have preferred to stay home and prepare dinner for you, good wine, good sex. But you and your forms of showing off would destroy your poor boyfriend.

Those thighs shaking gently, your breasts glistening with the sweat of a night of dancing.

"We should take a cab, Tae."

"It's here. Come on, baby." His sweet, low voice indicated that you had done something wrong.

The rails shook under your Moschinos, his hand settled on your waist guiding you to the open door. You grabbed the metal pole and spun around several times, your squeals and laughter didn't seem to amuse Taehyung.

You looked in the direction where his pupils were directed, in the other corner was a man, alone, his eyes went up and down in your direction nervously.

"Could you stop being such a slut for a moment?" Taehyung muttered, squeezing his eyes.

Your chest hurts, the burn of the alcohol rising to your face.

"I thought we were alone. God!" You rolled your eyes, preventing tears from ruining your makeup.

"You always act like you're alone."

"What does that mean?" You stammered, gripping the pole tighter, losing your stability.

Taehyung didn't say anything, shaking his head. A sarcastic laugh.

"Taehyung." Your voice was higher than normal, your boyfriend looked at the stranger and then back at you. "What does that mean?"

"Let's leave the topic for when we get home, 'kay?" Your boyfriend mumbled, getting up from his seat to support your useless body. "Anyway, you're so fucking drunk that I don't think you'll even remember how you got home."

The way he spoke, the way his eyes looked at you: they burned with dangerous playfulness. You didn't understand, you didn't like it.

"Stop treating me like that." Your voice trembled.

"Like what?"

"As if I was a whore."

The subway lights disappeared for a few seconds when they returned, you could only see Taehyung's shoulders shaking in silent laughter.

"Tae, what's wrong?"

Tears accumulated in the two wrinkled lines that served as eyes, and the laughter continued.

You looked at the crestfallen man. His hands twisted anxiously, and he swallowed as he felt your gaze on his arms. He was quite strong, you could see it even under the hoodie.

"Oh, so do you wanna fuck him too?" Taehyung grabbed your hair, winding his fingers through the strands until he arranged a good portion so that you were looking at him instead of the stranger. "Are you such a whore that you want to fuck the weird fucks on the subway, too? You make me sick."

"He's not even looking at me, you're paranoid."

Taehyung let go of your hair, and you fell to the ground shaking as you watched your boyfriend approach the man. The stranger opened his eyes and stammered something intelligible when the cell phone was taken from his hand.

"Oh, this is perfect." Taehyung laughed, his finger flicking from one photo to the next. "The motherfucker has been taking photos of you from afar since the club. Freak." Taehyung brought the phone closer to your face, showing one where you were bending down to fix the bow on your heel, your pussy bulging under your underwear.

"See what you're causing, you fucking whore?"

"Tae, please. Stop this."

"I'm sorry." The man said, he was a little taller than your boyfriend and stronger, but he looked like a stupid giant in front of Taehyung who only smiled cruelly.

"You're sorry? Can you believe this guy, baby?"

You lowered your head, the alcohol tickling your stomach as the stranger looked at your breasts shamelessly.

"Oh my God, she's blushing now. That never happens when she's with other men, you should be proud, dude." Taehyung hit the stranger in the chest.

"M-my name's Jungkook." It was just a trickle of voice above the metallic noise.

Taehyung opened his eyes in pure disbelief. He couldn't believe how stupid he looked. Broad shoulders, tattoos and piercings, all meant nothing.

"You are pathetic, Jungkook."

Jungkook's hands hid in his hoodie, eyes evasive, sweat rising on his forehead. Taehyung put the cell phone in his pocket, sighing.

"Come on, baby. Sorry I left you on the floor, it wasn't very nice of me." Taehyung offered his hand, and you took it. Your surprise was when by sheer force you were pulled onto Jungkook's hard chest.

"Sorry." Jungkook tried to stabilize your body with his sweaty hands.

"Don't touch me!" You squeaked, but Taehyung pushed you into his chest again, this time with your back to Jungkook.

"Don't move. Neither of you." Taehyung put his index finger on your chest. His eyes traced every curve of your body with a sly smile. "Be a good girl and let the man have a little touch, hm? He looks starved."

You could feel his cock throbbing in your ass, nausea churning in your stomach. It was big.

"It's like that toy you have in your cabinet but attached to a huge, pathetic piece of meat. Ain't that right, baby?"

Taehyung's tongue ran across your chest until he reached the piece of fabric that was poorly covering your breasts. You screamed as you felt your boyfriend destroy your top until your tits were exposed.

"Stop!" Your voice grew weaker until a huge hand covered your mouth, the smell of cheap perfume and sweat causing a headache.

Jungkook's free hand went to your breast, squeezing without caring about the pain it caused you. Starved he was.

"Was this what my princess wanted?"

You shook your head as you watched your boyfriend undo his belt.

"You shouldn't feel bad about it, I know what you need."

His cock bounced out of his jeans and landed between your legs. His eyes widened with a devilish smile.

"Oh my God, you're dripping."

Jungkook hurrief behind you to imitate Taehyung and let his sweatpants fall to his knees.

"Fuck." He breathed as he spread your ass with his hands, nails leaving jagged edges on the soft, ripe skin.

Taehyung tore the delicate fabric until he left your pussy at the disposal of both cocks. You could feel the veins of your boyfriend rubbing against the skin between your thighs. How Jungkook poked your clit every time he tried to move without shaking.

The juice from your pussy comes out hot until lubricating both. The overwhelming pleasure of two men moaning in your ears.

Taehyung held your face to spit into your mouth, his fingers guiding you to kiss Jungkook behind you. His bitter, cigarette-tasting saliva making you wrinkle your nose.

"Stop complaining." Your boyfriend's hand bounced off your ass.

"Sorry." Jungkook looked into your crystalline eyes before wrapping a thick, tattooed arm around your neck. "Please, let me-"

"You don't ask a whore what she wants, do you?"

"N-no."

"Exactly."

Your boyfriend held your hair until you sat on top of him, his wide cock parting your lips to find space, the sweet burn of his veins throbbing in your walls.

"Take his cock in your mouth, baby."

Jungkook approached and let your delicate lips be adorned with the pearls that fell from the tip of his dick. 

You were so angelic, so good, Jungkook knew you would do anything for a stranger. He can't forget the time you accidentally brushed against his cock during rush hour on this same subway.

How you smiled, apologizing as if it were your fault that you were so tasty, so small under him, looking up at his drooling and stupid face while he tried not to think about raping you in an alley when you two came out.

And now, here was your throat open for him and the mascara falling black on your blushing cheeks. He couldn't stand much if you looked at him that way, with your nipples in the air and that fruity perfume emanating from your hair.

"I can't, oh god." Jungkook was breathing sharply, one hand resting on the glass window and his feet on tiptoe, passing from station to station.

Taehyung abused your pussy, both thighs squeezed by his hands until they were pressed against your shoulders. Eyes drooping and hot tongue grazing your earlobe.

"Tell him where you want him to cum, princess," Taehyung whispered, his hand stroking your hair.

You threw your head back for air, and like a good girl, you took Jungkook's cock to your clit, pulling the tiny skirt up.

Jungkook looked at you, you thought he was going to cry at any moment. His body bent down until he could touch the swollen nub with his leaking tip.

"Yes..." You whispered, burying your head in Taehyung's neck. Your boyfriend looked at the stranger with a proud smile.

Jungkook couldn't believe how your pussy started dripping all over his face and his hoodie with your squirt. He ran his tongue over his wet lips, and the saltiness of the fluids was the last thing he needed to push him over the edge. His broad back hunched over you, your pussy painted white.

He stood up and slumped his body until he fell into the seat in front of you.

"Did you cum, baby?" Taehyung cooed, you agreed. "Was it good?"

"Mhm."

"Good."

Taehyung lifted your weak body to your feet, his arm hugging your breasts and a hand on your neck while he pounded into you like an animal in heat. Your agitated eyes and divine overstimulation.

Jungkook just watched, sweaty and grateful for the spectacle. Your moans and your pain, the fat milky drop that fell between your legs when Taehyung came.

The subway stopped, opening its doors to another desolate station. Taehyung took out Jungkook's cell phone, and with a couple of touches the photos of you had disappeared, throwing the device to the ground.

"Fuck off."

Jungkook swallowed before picking up his phone, fixing his wrinkled clothes, and leaving. Your body embraced in your boyfriend's arms trembled watching the stranger leave.

He stopped outside, both hands returning to the pockets of his hoodie.

You wiped away your tears and before closing the door you saw the small smile on Jungkook's face.

header by: @florietas

[baby-yongbok]

Seventeen

Best friend!Lee Know x Afab!Reader

Genre: Friends to lovers?? Angst?? Fluff??

Summary: Mysterious letters from a stranger made you fall in love despite your best friends apprehensions. You think back to every moment that's led to you meeting your secret admirer but the memories do little to prepare you for the mystery you're about to uncover.

Word Count: 2.4k A/N: This is a repost because I just kinda... wanted to repost it? Idk. I don't think that it did as well as it could the first time so here we go againnnnnn!

❋ Italicized parts are flashbacks

❋ This One shot was inspired by the song i love you by Billie Eilish

✧ Masterlist ✧

Six months of mystery has led you to this moment. You started getting letters from a stranger, dainty decorated notes with cursive words declaring their undying admiration for you and all that you are. You’ve never been the type of person who’s felt seen by those around you, you’ve grown content with floating in the background and only being heard when someone chooses to unmute you. Maybe that’s why these letters felt like a thunderbolt hitting uncharted territory. Maybe that’s why each word that you read when you plucked the baby blue stationary from your mailbox made you feel dizzy as you burned with the desire of a thousand suns. 

“You don’t even know who’s sending these letters. What if it’s some creep?” Your best friend, Minho, grumbled on the other line as he struggled to give his stubborn cat her medicine. 

“No creep could ever write the things I’ve read. He’s emotional and profound and - and he’s…” Your mind wanders off into a daydream as you think of all that he could be. 

“A stranger, he’s a stranger. Listen, I’m all for fairy tales but I don’t want you getting hurt. Just let me take you if you decide to meet the guy.” You huff, he’s right he is a stranger and you shouldn’t meet with this guy alone. “I’ll hide behind a tree or something.” 

You giggle at the thought but agree happily. “If that’ll make you happy then sure. I’ll let you know when he can meet me.”

“Thank you.” A comfortable silence settles on the line before Minho speaks again. “Wait, how do you know that he’ll want to meet up? He doesn’t put a return address, you can’t send him anything back.”

“He’ll want to meet, I just know it.” You stare up at the ceiling with stars in your eyes and butterflies in your stomach. Minho scoffs on the other line.

“You’re so hopelessly romantic that it’s sickening.” 

You sat knee to knee with Minho on the Subway, three more stops and you’d be there. Three more stops and your prince charming would be sitting and waiting for you by Gapstow Bridge. You’ve been to Central Park dozens of times since you’ve moved to the city but nothing could ever top this. You watched as people piled on and off of the subway car, eyes glued to their phones and headphones blasting music or some mystery podcast that would keep them up all night but you couldn’t bring yourself to listen to anything other than the hammering of your heart in your chest, what if his is beating at the same rhythm?

“You really don’t have to go with me. I’m a big girl. You have to go all the way back to Korea the day after, you should be packing and resting and spending time with the cats and -” Minho nudged your shoulder as he glared at you with narrow feline eyes. He looked annoyed but you could tell that he was amused. 

“I want to take you, let me see Central Park one more time before I have to leave for half a year.” a weak chuckle escapes you but it quickly drags off into a despondent sigh. 

“I don’t want to go either, trust me, but I’ll be back before you know it. We’ll video call in the middle of the night and early morning and we’ll use our friendship lamps and you can send me a million pictures of Central Park in the winter. I know how much you love Gapstow Bridge.”

“It’s beautiful when it’s covered in snow, really. You have to see it in person, there’s nothing else like it.” You force a smile onto your lips but Minho doesn’t have to pretend. His smile is genuine, it’s just the effect that you have.

“Promise to spam my phone?” He holds out his pinky, his boba eyes upturned at the corners. You can’t help but to smile back, your doe eyes turning into shining moons that no lunar eclipse could rival.

“Promise.”

You turn to look out of the window as the train turns the last bend to your stop. You gasp, a smile spreading over your lips and a plum colored blush adorning your chilled cheeks. 

“Min! Min, it’s snowing. It’s sticking, look!” You tap your best friend, he’s been fiddling with his fingers the entire ride. His usual jokes have been nonexistent this evening, maybe he’s nervous for you. He seemed so worried after all. “I get to spend the first snow with you!” 

You smile over at him, eyes wide like Venus or maybe the moons of Saturn would be a better comparison. No matter the celestial object they could never compare to the shine of your hazel orbs. They are mere specks found in the never ending galaxy of your irises. 

“Maybe this is a sign of good luck.” He grins as his eyes scan the scenery. “Maybe you can make a wish on a snowflake tonight.”

“Look who’s being a hopeless romantic now.” You stick your tongue out at him, squinting your eyes and shaking your head playfully. He huffs a laugh with the crooked smile that he’s known for as he watches you. “Oh! This is us, let's go!”

You grab his hand and pull him out of his seat as you race towards the sliding subway doors. You race up the subway steps, your agile friend trailing behind you quickly with a tight grip on your hand. Once you make it to the top you stop and stare. A thin layer of icy white covers the street and sidewalks. You watch with wide eyes as the slush settles onto the tree branches and falls around you like feathers during a pillow fight. Soft, pretty, comfortable. 

“Are you sure that you want to do this? He could be a creep, ya know.” Minho has asked the same question about fifteen times since the two of you started walking to the train station and your answer has been the same every. Single. Time. 

“I’m positive and if he is, which I doubt that he will be, you’ll be there to do a quick one two jab and save me.” An eye roll and a sigh are all that he offers you as the two of you make your way down the steps to the station. 

“Just… prepare yourself okay? You really don’t know what you’re walking into and I don’t want you to walk out of there with a broken heart.”

“I’ll be fine. I’m a big girl, remember?” You take the lead, heading for the turnstile and swiping your MetroCard. You walk through just as you hear the train pull up and turn to Minho with wide eyes of excitement, your heart is still full, he can’t let that be taken away by someone no matter how infatuated you are with them. “It’s here, come on! Run!” 

You run up the metal stairs, the heels of your boots making a song out of each step and Minho follows right behind you, jumping the turnstile and running quickly as he ignores the staff yelling for him to pay. He’s sure that he’ll pay soon, he’ll pay in a currency greater than any atom in his body can handle. 

“There! He said to meet him on the bridge.” You jog towards the attraction that’s always held a special place in your heart. The stunning aged stone and the shining water underneath it made for a beautiful scene. “I don’t see anyone yet though.”

You walk up the slope of the bridge, squinting into the evening darkness. The sun set two hours ago but the lights of the surrounding buildings make up for the stars absence. Despite the orange of the surrounding lights, the air is cold. Your presence is all that makes the atmosphere feel warm. Comfortable.

“Maybe we should just -” You turn to Minho, your fingers laced together across your chest. Your black gloves that are slightly too big slipping up your wrist.

“He’ll be here. He wouldn’t let me down.” Minho sighs, looking over towards the small lake with crisp leaves flowing with each careful ripple that the wind creates. Maybe that’s how this will go, it’ll be smooth like he’s guided by the wind. Certainly he won't shatter the universe in your eyes.

“Y/n.” It was barely a whisper but you heard him. You’re on your toes looking in the other direction when he calls your name but you snap your neck to look up at him. That sparkle in your eyes is so bright. “I’m so sorry.”

“What do you mean?” He can see it, a star dying in real time. What kind of monster would do this?

“When I- It wasn’t supposed to go this way.” The tear that trails down Minho’s cheek is nearly turned to crystal by the cold bite of the winter air. It blows his parted hair as he stares down at you. You’re putting it all together. The stars dimming at a pace that would leave NASA baffled, confused, anxious.

“Minho, stop messing with me.” You smile and for a second he thinks that he can see them come back. For a second he can spot Orion and the big dipper seems to take one last breath but when he looks away, when he squeezes his eyes shut and chokes back a sob, that’s when the lights go out.

Minho’s never seen a shooting star, he’s never seen light fall at such an alarming rate that we call it beautiful and now he wishes that he never had. He hates that the one time that he got to wish upon a falling star was when he broke your heart. 

“When I started sending them I thought that I had more time, I thought that we…”

“It was you?” A tear trails down your cheek as you whisper, your once sparkling eyes are clouded with frost as the snowflakes catch and melt on your lashes. “You knew about every letter, I read them to you, I told you everything but you already knew because you - you wrote them.”

“I had to tell you. I had to tell you how I felt I couldn’t take it anymore; it was eating me alive. It was killing me.” He turns to you, tear stains on both of his blushed cheeks. His eyes are glazed with worry, panic, and so much love. They’re packed with so much adoration that you wonder how you ever missed it in the first place. “Not being with you was killing me. I just - just wanted to tell you and then I got that damned call. If I would've known that I'd get called back to Korea I wouldn't have done this.” 

“How long have you known?” You cross your arms, staring at his chest rather than his face. “You sent twenty-six letters… which one did you send after you found out that you had to leave?”

“Please.”

“Which one?” Your voice is weak, hoarse with sentiment as you hold back the hurricane of emotions in your chest. 

“Seventeen.” 

“Wow.” Your mouth hangs open in a silent cry of disbelief as you turn to look into the distance of the dark park. 

“I should’ve told you, I know that. I should’ve stopped and confessed I shouldn’t have done this to you but - but you looked so happy. You were so in love with being seen and I was so proud of you for finally believing that someone sees you. That’s all that I’ve ever wanted” You scoff, laughing a bit as you blink up towards the sky, welcoming the snowflakes onto your skin, offering them a safe place to melt as you come undone in the night. 

“Did you have to do it like this?” 

“You love Gapstow and I knew it would snow.” You huff, grinning sadly. You turn to face him again, large eyes searching his anxious ones. He can see the wounds that he’s created but of course you make it look beautiful. Of course your wounds bleed constellations, he’d expect nothing less from you. 

“You never cry.” It’s his turn to grin now. 

“You make me do a lot of things that I said I never would.” 

“Like what? Write twenty-six love letters and sneak them into my mailbox?” You chuckle, are your stars coming back?

“Like love. Believe in love enough to give it a chance. Fall in love so hard that I profess my endearment on expensive stationary just so I can see you smile. Even if you didn’t know that you were smiling for me, because of me.”

“Minho…”

“I’m an idiot and I don’t deserve to love you.” His words are rushed as he smiles down at you. They're a sad and pitiful attempt at masking how much he hates himself right now. It's an attempt to hide how much he wishes he could take this all back and call it all a joke just to see you shine like you did a bit ago. “I don’t deserve to have you love me back either.”

“But I do.” Another tear escapes the floodgates behind your eyes and the hurricane in your chest grows stronger. “I do and I have for so long.”

He stares at you with tears falling faster than before, they chase each other down his cheeks and drip off at the edge turning into snowflakes themselves. Maybe he can make a wish on one.

“I don’t want you to love me.” He chokes out as he blinks the tears away.

“It wouldn’t make you leaving hurt any less. I’d just be losing a different version of you.”

“I put every ounce of myself in those letters, as long as you have them you’re never losing me.”

The thread behind your eyes snapped in that moment and it sent your hurricane of emotions free from your chest. You expected for the trees around you to be lifted up into the air. You expected for you and Minho to be whisked away as you twirl like ballerinas in violent gusts of frigid air but it never came. All that visited you were tears as you began sobbing into your hands.

Your oversized glove slipped to your fingertips, holding on desperately just as you were. Minho wasted no time before wrapping you in his arms, you clung to his chest like a sad child on the playground. Whining sobs into his coat as he quietly matched your emotion.

He knew it. He knew he’d pay for this in a way much bigger than him. He knew he’d empty your heart once you found out but he was selfishly in love with you. How could he confess to you like this when he knew he had to leave?

 He should’ve stopped at letter Seventeen.

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[hyckism]

BOX. — five

written part - 556 words

you and renjun return inside the shop, the cool breeze of the air conditioning hitting your face as you open the door. the familiar scent of old paper and ink envelops you, a comforting contrast to the bustling sidewalks outside.

as you walk towards the counter, you freeze. there, standing in the middle of the fiction section, is none other than your ass of an ex, beomgyu. the casual conversation you were holding with renjun cuts and he looks over to you curiously. noticing your silence, he glances over and his expression hardens.

"what's he doing here?" renjun mutters, his voice edged with irritation. you take a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart.

"I don't know," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. renjun marches over to beomgyu, his usual friendly demeanor replaced by a scowl.

"can I help you with something?" he asks, his tone dripping with animosity. beomgyu looks up, a smirk playing on his lips.

"just browsing," he says nonchalantly, his eyes flickering to you. "hello, y/n." renjun steps closer, his posture aggressive. "I think you should leave."

"renjun," you say, placing a hand on his arm to hold him back. "It's okay. i can handle this."

renjun hesitates but eventually steps back, though his glare remains fixed on beomgyu. you take a few steps forward, your gaze locking with your ex's.

"what do you want, beomgyu?" you ask, trying to keep your voice steady.

he chuckles, the sound grating on your nerves. "can't a guy shop for books? and what happened to gyu, huh baby?"

you bite back a retort, remembering how you used to love referring to him with that name, a name he only allowed you to use. "you’ve never picked up a book in your life," you say firmly. "why are you really here?"

he shrugs, his smile never reaching his eyes. "maybe I missed you. maybe I just wanted to see if you were still wasting your time in this dump."

anger flares inside you. "i love it here," you snap. "and i don't need you checking up on me. you ended things, remember?"

Beomgyu's expression darkens. "you’re always so sensitive," he says dismissively. "It's no wonder you're still stuck here."

renjun, unable to stay silent any longer, steps forward again. "that's enough. you've said your piece. now get out."

beomgyu glances between you and renjun, his smirk returning. "whatever. I’ll be back to visit you, when your lap dog isn’t around."

as he turns to leave, you feel a weight lift off your shoulders. renjun's hand finds them, giving you a reassuring squeeze.

"you okay? fuck him, he’s such a dick." he asks softly.

you nod, a small smile tugging at your lips. "yeah. thanks for having my back.” you look away warily, “actually i took the subway here and…"

renjun smiles back at you, his eyes warm. "i’ll drive you home when we’re off, you don’t even have to ask,” he reassures. "you know you don’t have to deal with him alone, right?”

you nodded again, though the fear still lingered. the thought of going home after this encounter filled you with dread. what if beomgyu decides to show up at your apartment? the very idea made you feel sick to your stomach.

you retreat to the back pulling out your phone.

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[lunaandco]

the reporters series; part one, halloween devil

pairing: gavi x ofc

summary: blanca meets a masked boy, that might be someone she should know.

warnings: a little bit explicit, they fuck in the bathroom lol

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The first clue should have been the quality of his sweater.

Blanca hated partying with her uni friends. They always forgot she was a town person at heart and lost her in the crowd of the big city. That never happened back at home, with Martina, were everyone knew everyone and the streets were more familiar than her own house.

But she still went, and she still ended up alone, pulling down the hem of her short dress and wondering if she should take off the fake plastic devil wings she was wearing. Getting lost in the crowd of her town wasn't so bad. In Barcelona, it was terrifying.

Blanca found herself trying to leave the club, hand on her phone, ready to check for the nearest subway station, when she crashed against some boy. He was wearing a white knit sweater, white jeans and a creepy, nun-like mask, that did nothing to conceal how big and sweet his eyes were.

"Sorry," she said. She was just a few inches shorter, but his shoulders were broad enough to cover her.

"No worries," he winked. "I wasn't looking either."

His gaze slipped to her cleavage for an instant, the tight dress was meant to make her boobs pop up, the friend who leaned said, to get boys' attention, and it was clearly working.

"Hermano, we're going to–" a friend of the boy, with a similar mask and dark skin, stopped right on his tracks, when he saw Blanca. "Damn, bro. Don't let me interrupt you."

Both Blanca and the first boy stuttered, her cheeks turning as red as her hair. The second boy retreated, after mentioning something about a booth somewhere, she was too busy thinking about how her boy had not denied flirting with her.

"I'm sorry about Ale," the boy apologised. "I'm... Pablo."

Blanca wasn't stupid. She noticed the hesitancy at the introduction, and realised he must have given her a fake name.

"I'm Inés," she said, also giving a fake name. No girl should give her personal info to complete strangers. Specially if she didn't even know his face.

"Would you like to have a drink?"

The boy, Pablo, ended up being funny. From the South, but had spent enough time in the city to be almost fluent in Catalan, sports lover and really into football. Blanca perked up at that. She was studying sports journalism at uni and told him just that.

The way he tensed should have been the second clue.

When they found their way to the bathroom, and empty cubicle in the men's, she got to examine the fabric of his sweater up close. The knitting pattern was high quality, thick thread that screamed expensive. So were the jeans. Nothing about what the boy had said or done indicated her that he was a spoiled trust fund brat. He shared the same fondness for late afternoon football matches in the park with the neighborhood kids and remembered those discontinued, offbrand cereals all the middle to lower class kids of their generation missed. And they were in a cheap nightclub anyway.

But Blanca was too horny to join the dots. She lifted his sweater at the same time he reached below the skirt of her dress.

"I want to kiss you," she begged.

"I can't take off my mask," he replied, a regretful tone on his voice. She wanted to protest, but his fingers pulled down her black thong, and suddenly all she could think of was the pleasure he was drawing out of her, the softness of his tense muscles.

He had said he liked sports, but his body was more than built. It should have been another clue. Blanca dropped a kiss on the cheek of his mask as a revenge, leaving a black lipstick stain.

"Please, fuck me."

And he did. Jeans lowered to his mid-thigh, sweater up his armpits, hands on her ass as her back was glued to the wall, thighs around his waist. He fucked her hard until she could not speak and the condom filled.

After a good fuck, Blanca tended to crash out. She became clingy and sleepy, almost like a drugged kitten begging for cuddles.

She should have warned him.

Pablo took it well. He helped her put all her clothes back where they were, ran his fingers though her hair to try to comb it a little, as he accommodated his own clothes, all amidst her whining because he was too far away.

He must have had led her out of the club, because fresh air hit her face and she finally sobered up.

"Sorry," she muttered, but his hand squeezed her hip.

"It's okay," he said. "It's kind of a compliment." She giggled and then spotted more guys with similar masks to Pablo in the corner down the street. "Those are my friends. Do you want to come home with me?"

There was an unsure tone to his question, but she nodded, taking off the horns of her costume.

"I'd love to."

Fitting in the car was another struggle. Despite it being big and expensive —truly another clue on itself Blanca should be thankful he was not a serial killer, with how unaware she was of her surroundings —there were only five places to sit, and they were six. One of Pablo's friends drove, and she ended up sitting in Pablo's lap, at the passenger seat.

Before the car started, the friend driving took off his mask, and Blanca was left staring at his face.

"Why does your friend look like Ansu Fati?" She muttered. Pablo sighed, and took off his mask too. "Oh."

Ansu started driving, but Blanca could only look up at Pablo —no, Gavi.

"Surprise?"

"Should I call you Pablo or Gavi?" She asked calmly. The dopamine hit was still clouding her nerves.

"I actually prefer Gavi," he admitted.

"It's nicer," she smiled softly. "You should probably call me Blanca then. Inés isn't my name either."

"Ah."

Ansu dropped them at Gavi's apartment. He dropped the mask on his couch and turned to look at her.

"I'm the worst sports journalism student in the world," she joked. Gavi snorted.

"You won't rat us out, right?" He asked carefully. "We were so excited about going out without being recognised, the masks were so fun..."

Blanca understood. She wasn't sure she would have been so calm around him if she knew.

"What kind of career you think I want to build?" She replied, feigning offense. "I want to be a women's football journalist. You and your friends are a second thought."

Gavi beamed, his shoulders relaxing. Blanca sighed.

"I think I owe you a kiss," he said. Blanca grinned, rushing to his arms as he pressed his lips against hers.

[hanahaki-disease]

The One Minute You’re Not By My Side

An ROTMNT FanFic

Summary:

For as long as he can remember, Donnie always had Leo beside him. Through every illness and injury, daydream and nightmare, Leo had been at Donnie's side; it was all he had ever known.

And then the impossible happens for one minute: Donnie was alone for one minute.

Leo doesn't understand why Donnie was so strung up after the Krang invasion, chalking it up to him being protective over everyone and shutting himself off for some reason or other. When confronting him, Leo learns why his twin had been distancing himself from him

I had published this on my ao3 a few years ago intending to put it here on tumblr but I haven’t gotten around to it, but it’s here now. This is for all you angst-loving disaster twins fans!

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“No Leo!” Donnie yelled. The battle shell he was working on forgotten about as he tried to hold back his tears. “I’m not talking about when we lost you in that krang dimension!”

“Then why are you so upset?!” With a huff, Leo dropped onto the bed. His leg had been healed enough to walk him from the med room to Donnie’s lab, that’s for sure, but he couldn’t stand there for that long. Not yet at least, with the way Donnie said his knee cap was fractured. “I don’t get it. I don’t get why you’re so adamant about this!”

“‘Cause, you don’t understand!” Donnie replied.

“Then tell me! I can’t read your mind-!”

“You died!” He snapped. Donnie turned around from the table, tears flowing freely now in the purple LED lights.

Leo sat there stunned. The breath in his lungs held itself in his throat and the words on his tongue died like Donnie said he had. “What?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

“You died. I’m not talking about when we lost you in the other dimension. No. Your heart stopped beating for one minute on the way back to the lair.” Donnie turned back to the haphazard piles of wires and metal on the table.“For one minute—for seventy-four seconds—you were dead and for the first time in our existence…I was alone.”

He couldn’t look at his twin the same anymore.

They thought Leo was stable enough to move to the lair, and while he needed the most medical attention out of the group, everyone believes he was good enough to move through the subway tunnels toward home. He had been doing fine, up until the station on sixteenth and broadway when he had gone quiet and limp. Leo had started slipping out of April and Donnie’s grip, his legs unmoving and his head hanging against his chest. April was the one to notice first, not liking the way Leo’s hand wasn’t gripping onto hers anymore.

When they laid him, Leo’s eyes had glazed over, a ghostly sheen that spread over his irises and left him staring ahead at whatever victim was in its path. And Donnie was right next to him.

Donnie couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe. The world below him disappeared and he was falling through into nothingness as he stared at his twin brother’s dead eyes. Around him, fuzzy figures went to work trying their best to reanimate the dead turtle. He saw red and orange were the first to the scene, their hands following the steps from the CPR training a few years ago. Yellow was next to him, trying to shake him out of his stupor. Grey was somewhere, Donnie couldn’t see where because it didn’t matter at that point. Donnie was now alone in this world.

Everything zeroed in on Donnie as the realization hit him: Leo broke his promise.

A flash of a memory, a ghost of a forgotten time when the twin was just under six years old, hiding beneath their shared blanket in the middle of the night. Bright eyes staring at each other as they giggled about everything and anything.

“Hey ‘tello?” The blue-dressed turtle said.

“Yeah ‘nardo?” The purple one replied.

“You’re never going to leave me right? You’ll always be with me?”

“Of course!” The child’s voice beamed. “But only if you promise to never leave me alone, m’kay?”

“I promise! I’ll always be right by your side!” The blue turtle held out his third finger. “I pinkie promise!”

“But we don’t have pinkies!”

“Doesn’t matter! You have to promise to, okay?”

“Okay,” the purple turtle wrapped his third finger around his brothers, eyes half closed as sleep was rushing over them both. “I promise.”

Donnie didn’t know what to do in those few seconds, that moment when his whole world crumbled to the ground. And then he heard a gasp and yelled of relief. He saw black gloves twitch off the ground and a blue bandanna spring to life before reading on the cold concrete of the subway station. And while everyone else had expressed their concerns and double-checked if Leo was okay to move again, Donnie had still stayed frozen in place, his eyes staring at where Leo’s dead ones looked back at him.

“Donnie,” Leo said breaking the silence.

“No! No! Don’t ‘Donnie’ me!” The older twin yelled, angry tears replaced the sad ones, but they were tears nonetheless. “I had to lose you twice! Twice! I had to watch you break your promise twice, Leo! You said you’d always be by my side, you promised we’d be twins forever, and then you had to do your dumb-dumb self-sacrifice to save our dumb-dumb lives without thinking of how that would affect me!!”

His chest heaved, every ounce of anger and grief pouring in his words. Donnie had been fighting a war against his emotions since the invasion, trying to keep his head level and not think about those few moments where his other half had been gone, and right now he was losing. Donnie wiped a few tears from his face, his cheeks feeling dry and crusted over from the salt, “I…I don’t know how to live if you’re not there, ‘nardo, because you’ve always been there.”

“It’s always been us, always been you and me.” Leo looked away from his brother, his own tears creeping up on him. “And then it was just me…I-I don’t know what that’s like, and I don’t ever want to find out again.”

That’s how it had always been, since they were toddlers, Leo and Donnie were practically glued at the hip. Wherever one went, the other would follow. When one got sick, the other was right next to them. Even if they fought or argued, they never strayed far from the other. The blue and purple turtles had a bond so very different than the rest.

When they were older, shortly after reforming Draxum from villainy to lord of the lunchroom, they found blueprints of Draxum’s lab. Original ones at that.

In the design for the center spire, the one that housed the oozequitoes and the cage where their father was trapped, there was no separation wall between Leo and Donnie’s embedded mutation bobble. They had been floating in shared goop when they were mutated by the ooze and Lou Jitsu’s DNA. No wonder they had been so close—they were practically reborn as twins when they were mutated!

Whether it was a coincidence or not, Leo and Donnie had grown up as them against the world, and for a few moments, it was just Donnie.

Leo grunted, his voice bringing Donnie’s attention to him, his non-existent eyebrows were furrowed as he stood up from the bed. There were no arm rests to help him up and his walker was too far away to grab, but that didn’t stop him. And slowly, oh so slowly he made his way to his twin, weak and recovering arms wrapping around his brother and the bandages that covered Donnie’s injuries.

“Leo, wha—?” Donnie began, startled by the unannounced touch.

“I’m sorry, ‘tello.”

Donnie cried again for the second time that day as he wrapped his around his brother’s cracked shell, burying his sobs in his neck as the two of them hugged. And for the first time since the end of the invasion, Donnie didn’t feel alone anymore, not when he had his twin by his side.

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If you decide to read my other works, you’ll notice that this fic isn’t as…refined as what my most recent stuff is like. It doesn’t matter though, this was like my first serious work and I’m proud of it.

You should be too >:|

<3 hanahaki

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[vigilxnte-shit]

chapter one: fresh out the slammer

i choose you and me, religiously || matt murdock x éliette de castillon || a taylor swift-inspired matt murdock x oc love story

masterlist here || 18+ fic, minors go away

summary: after five years in a loveless marriage, éliette de castillon leaves her small town in upstate new york on a train bound for hell’s kitchen. she has nothing to start her new life- no car, no phone, no money, just the hope that a former acquaintance with a conflict of interest may be able to break the holy ties that bind her. 

warnings: mentions of emotional abuse

word count: 1685

a/n: i want to dedicate this first chapter to the entire murdock tuna team 🐟 and especially to darling @a-leg-without-fear and @yarrystyleeza for inspiring me and proofreading!! i love this entire server and the community we've developed, thank you to everyone in the server for inspiring me to get back into writing!

at first, she had thought the rain would be refreshing. she thought the walk would clear her mind, that after five hours on a bus and braving the c-line with no cell phone she would enjoy the peace and quiet and the feeling of being clean. instead, she just felt freezing cold, exhausted, and alone. 

she had spent the multiple bus rides from cobleskill in silence, absorbed in the book she had brought, refusing to make eye contact with anyone- she could never know who knew sam, if any of her busmates were secret compatriots of her soon-to-be ex-husband, and so she had opted to err on the side of caution until the last half hour of the second bus trip. she’d gotten carsick then, setting her book into her bag and staring out the window. she had watched the city come into view, the sun just hitting a low point in the west as she stepped off to the subway station.

hell’s kitchen welcomed her home with that smell- not a good one, necessarily, but the smell of the city. she took the steps down to the subway just as the rain started, and the ceaseless chatter and grimy handrails brought her back to six again. her childhood hadn’t been a happy one, but the idea somehow comforted her. new york city had been bigger when she was six. still scary, but in a different way, in a vivid, huge, and encapsulating way; a way that she chose to visualize as she stepped onto the subway and left her married name on the platform. 

her sense of hope had dwindled as she ascended a different set of stairs at the next station, when she walked out of the underground to a world caged in by gray. the rain was pouring now, and she definitely didn’t have an umbrella. she shielded her eyes as she looked up at the sky, hoping that if god was real, he was listening. 

“you’re not doing yourself any favors,” she muttered to him. the sky answered with a clap of thunder, and she rolled her eyes. maybe the church was right. maybe this was punishment for breaking her vow, for leaving her marriage. 

she didn’t have time to think about that as she tugged her notebook from her bag, shielding it from the rain. she had written down the directions to the office in pink gel pen, the closest stationery she could find- it was already hard to read, she couldn’t risk water damage, too. 

she leaned over towards the wall,  visoring the notebook with her hand. she cursed herself from eight hours ago from this handwriting- in addition to the unfortunate decision of pen, the cursive letters were swiftly scribbled, sometimes running together or breaking in the middle of words. after half a minute of whispered profanities and huffing, she finally pieced her own words together, staring at the page in annoyance. 

the good news was, she was close. the neighborhood was only an eight-minute walk away, and from there the office was only a couple more. only fifteen minutes and she would arrive at the concrete doorstep. she had hoped she would arrive looking semi-put together, but this rain didn’t seem to be going anywhere. 

with a grumble, she closed the notebook, holding it tight to her chest just in case. she set off towards 50th street, the spring in her step rusted by the rain soaking through her strawberry blonde curls and black pencil skirt. her arms wrapped around the notebook like an embrace, a gesture she was all too used to gracing herself with.

as she walked, trying not to focus on the cold, she thought about matt. it had been years since the two of them had last met- he had been in his second year of grad school, a year ahead of sam. el had attended three parties that overlapped with matt, her hand holding to sam’s elbow as he tugged her from clique to clique, seen but never heard. everyone had marvelled at how he’d done it, how the pastor’s son and future district attorney had settled upon the quiet girl from a foster home. she had never had anything to say to these comments, simply smiling and nodding, eventually breaking off to go sit by the alcohol that she was too young to touch. 

that was how she’d met matt. she had sat down by him without thinking, desperate to just take a break from the overstimulating noise and the headache-inducing crowd and the overwhelming sense of christian guilt taking over her soul. it made the room felt too small; everything reeked of either alcohol or sex or some combination of both and then some. she had clutched her rosary in her fingers and as she sat down, already preparing for how she would take this to confessional. her heart raced at the thought, her world spun and she felt the tips of her fingers go cold. this was her fault. she should have talked sam out of attending the party, should have reminded him-

“hey, are you okay?” 

the concerned voice had broken her spiral meditation, her head jerking to the side and witnessed an image that would never leave her head: a young man with wavy chestnut hair, his brows furrowed and his eyes hidden by a pair of dark-tinted glasses. 

“your breath picked up,” the young man had said. “it sounded like you were about to hyperventilate.”

“i…i’m okay, thank you,” el had answered timidly.

and then she had seen something that would haunt her every day of her married life, a sight that carried her through every argument and each tear she cried and any rare sliver of happiness she experienced. 

she saw him smile. this young stranger, who seemed to be blind, who had never met her before, had smiled at her. and his smile was beautiful. dimpled on the right side, with perfect teeth and a type of warmness that lit up the entire room. it reminded her of the nimbus in all the portraits of christ, illuminated the entire space around him. 

“i’m matt,” he had said softly, extending his hand. 

“el,” she smiled back. his hands were just as warm as his smile, just as friendly and open. 

but before she could say anything else, before she could tell him she loved his smile or thank him for checking on her, she heard those footsteps. the world went back to grayscale, growing paler with each step towards her before the world went completely black and white when his hands settled on her shoulders.

“murdock! i see you’ve met my fiancée,” sam had gloated, his voice taunting and drunken. this was the routine, this was what el was used to- being sam’s trophy, his success story, the project that proved his worth. an immigrant with a dark background on her way to being his wife. 

that was something that hadn’t changed throughout their marriage. that was the monochrome world she’d come to know as she sat night after night at the kitchen table, being force-fed everything she did wrong. burning the dinner, trying to go to college and be a lawyer, forgetting to pick up coffee- it was all destructive, all laziness and delusion, all god telling her that she was too defiant and should learn to obey her husband. 

sam’s nightly sermons were loud and angry and targeted, but still they fell on deaf ears. she would sit in the dining room chairs and nod, let the occasional “mmhmm” slip, and think back to that college party where the world was brighter and warmer. 

el and matt had met twice more after that night, both times at other parties. she had no clue if he would somehow recognize her, if he would even remember her, but if nothing else, she had to try. 

when she saw the sign, she tensed up a bit. what if he was still talking with sam? what if he was in on this whole thing, and was about to send her right back to him as soon as she opened that office door? 

the rain didn't stop. it kept pouring down on her, almost with a newfound intensity, forcing her hand- she couldn’t stand and freeze in the street forever. 

with a nod, she clicked her heels along the concrete towards the door with the little sign. it was 6:26, and the sign reading Nelson & Murdock stated the office closed at 7. she had made it in time. she hugged her arms for just a moment longer before she tucked her notebook back into its bag, never taking her eyes off the sign as she reached for the knob and turned it.

the rain stopped when she crossed the threshold. it was warm inside, the rise in temperature making her acutely aware of just how drenched her clothes were, and yet she couldn’t find it in herself to care much. she scanned the room, taking it in, before her eyes landed on a desk in the middle of the office. three people sat around it: a pretty blonde woman with the biggest blue eyes el had ever seen, a familiar shaggy haircut with a side profile that she couldn’t quite place a name to, and the one person she’d made this whole journey for. she barely had time to identify him after entering, recognizing his deep brown hair milliseconds before he urgently spun around.

she couldn’t meet his eyes. they were still covered by deep tinted glasses, only not the rectangular, black frames that she had often seen so clearly  in her mind. they were round now, gold trim with deep red lenses. he looked sophisticated, mysterious, and above all- shocked. his friends looked confused, their eyes looking to him for an explanation. he never gave one. 

his eyebrows raised above the line of his glasses, his dimple lost in the shock. he clearly hadn’t been expecting her arrival. when he spoke, his voice was soft, almost fantastical, like was in a dream.

“èliette?”

[iguessitsjustme]

Thinking about all of the people that tried to help Day when he was lost and confused. Thinking about how their kindness was his nightmare. Those strangers wanted to help, but all Day knew was that he was surrounded by people he couldn't see and had no way of knowing their intentions. Thinking of how they crowded him instead of giving him space. Thinking about that young man who helped Day cross the street and then left him, knowing he needed help. Thinking about how all of those people were concerned but not about Day the way they needed to be concerned. They wanted to help but in doing so didn't think about how Day might feel being surrounded like that. Or how he might feel being abandoned by the one person who took his arm to guide him to a safer place. Because sure, he wasn't in the street anymore, but that doesn't mean that he felt any safer.

Thinking about how when Mhok found him in a similar situation in the first episode, scared, alone, and in the middle of the street, Mhok didn't leave him after getting him out of the street. Mhok took him home. Mhok brought him to safety. Time and time again Mhok brings Day safety even when they're out of Day's comfort zone. Having Mhok there extends his comfort zone so he can go out.

Thinking about how Day was late and his mother panicked the way she would if Day was a young child out past curfew. Thinking about how she's not wrong to be worried but they way she worries is wrong. Thinking about the lies Night has told about why Day isn't around. Thinking about how Day's family treats him like they're marking time until he gets his eyes. But you can't stall life. It goes on regardless of circumstance. Thinking about how Mhok constantly reminds Day that he's more than just his eyes and that he's capable of still living. Thinking of how Day reminded Mhok on the subway that he has working legs and doesn't need a seat because of his eyes. "I just need you close to me."

Thinking about how Day is learning he is still himself. He's not just more than his disability. He's Day. He might not be a national athlete anymore, but he didn't go anywhere. He might have hidden himself behind anger and rage and pain, but he's still there. He can still laugh and find joy in life. His family helped him hide away and Mhok is reminding him of the whole world outside his bedroom.

Thinking about how Day meets his teacher and is reminded that everyone is going through something and the only way through it is to fight and to hope. And thinking about how Mhok is teaching Day to hope again. "I just need you close to me." Day needs Mhok close to him because Mhok is his hope.

[klufu]

put your head on my shoulder. ✧

description - falling asleep on their shoulders (scaramouche, albedo, tighnari, cyno, aether) modern au!

trying out a new layout... anyways i hope you like these headcanons

mentions - pure fluff, albedo wears glasses, tighnari acting cocky, small snippet of lumine in aether’s part, and highschool au

(this took a while because i was busy, sorry if its rushed)

scaramouche

scaramouche was extremely stubborn when it came to telling him what to do. he would either scoff and complain to himself before complying, or he would glare at you and act like he never heard you.

"come on scaramouche! we're gonna be late for work, the boss is going to lecture us again because of you!" you tried dragging him out of bed by his wrist, but he wouldn't budge. instead, he grumbled and swiped his arm away before going back to sleep.

you sighed, wondering how the hell you're supposed to get him out now. you looked at him and his annoyed impression, before heading to the kitchen to leave him alone for now.

scaramouche smiled to himself, thinking that he could finally get some shut eye without being bothered for once. he started getting comfortable until he heard your footsteps approaching.

he pretended to be asleep, that was until he felt a stinging, cold feeling pouring onto his face. he got up almost immediately from where he was resting, looking at you holding a glass of ice water with a smirk.

he scowled and looked at you with a pissed expression, and your eyes widened, knowing you were done for. he tackled you onto the floor and pinned your wrists, making you yelp. freezing waterdrops dripped from his soaked clothes and hair, and you squealed trying to push him off but to no avail.

"w-wait! you can kill me all you want when we get back from work, but we really should be going now!" you said in a tremulous voice. he gave you the death stare for a couple of seconds before finally releasing you.

he got up and locked himself in the restroom, probably to take a shower and dry himself off from what stunt you just pulled. you sighed out of relief, and hurried out the door to wait for him instead of receiving more dirty looks.

...

both of you got into the subway and looked around for an vacant place to sit. in the corner were two seats that looked open, so you grabbed scaramouche's hand and pushed through the crowd.

just as you were about to sit, scaramouche sat in the middle of both seats and gave you a sly smile. he was still heated, so he wanted to get back at you for that. you put your hand on your forehead and shook your head, groaning at how childish he could be. you held onto a pole instead.

as the subway started to deport, scaramouche noticed how you weren't holding onto the pole properly. one push and you could fall over completely. he opened his mouth to tease you, but he noticed that you were closing your eyes.

he crossed his arms and mumbled to himself before pulling you onto him. he sat you in the seat beside him, wrapping an arm around your waist so you wouldn't fall in the opposite direction. your head flopped over onto his shoulder unconsciously, catching him off guard.

he carefully looked over at your peaceful resting face, admiring how beautiful your aspects were. he looked away and started to drift to sleep as well. you wrapped your arms around his while you were asleep, unbeknownst to you.

little did both of you know that you weren't making it on time to work after all.

albedo

albedo holds the end of the pen against his lips, carefully deciding how he’s going to write out the solution to the equation that sits in bold letters on top of the paper in front of him.

he taps the pen against the table impatiently, too engrossed in the subject to realize that you were standing behind him.

“what are you doing here, albedo?”

he nearly flinches when you leaned down to whisper in his ear. his body relaxed, knowing that it was only you. “i am studying for the upcoming exam, (name.) do you require anything from me?”

you give him a shrug before grabbing the seat next to him and pulling it closer to where he is. you sit and closely watch his movements.

albedo doesn’t falter at this. after all, he’s never been bothered whenever you observe him. his lips curve to form a small smile, but he focuses on his work so you wouldn’t see it.

you drag the chair you were sitting in closer to him which made a loud squeaking noise. he quickly puts his hand on your arm to tell you to be quiet, with his finger on his lips. “don’t make so much noise. they’ll kick us out of the library again,” he chuckled.

“ah, sorry sorry. i just wanted to get closer. seriously, they really have to get better chairs next time,” you joked. albedo simply nodded and proceeded to write something on a notebook to which you payed no mind to. you sighed, sitting in silence with him for what seemed like minutes.

“hey.. albedo. you’ll be here for awhile, won’t you?” albedo nodded his head and looked at you as you started to shift in your seat. “are you leaving? it is a bit late, actually. here, i’ll drive you hom-“ he gets interrupted when you lean your head on his shoulder.

“there’s no need. i’ll keep you company here so you won’t feel bored while studying. besides, i missed you,” you mumble, leaning in more while wrapping your arms around his torso. he gulps, a sudden warmth rushing to his cheeks he was all too familiar with.

he continues to do his work for a few minutes before your eyes start to feel heavy. the smell of vanilla coming from albedo’s cardigan and the gentle scribbles of a pen make you fall asleep, shifting your weight onto the man beside you.

he adjusts his glasses to find you dreaming contently on his shoulder. he smiles, running a hand through your hair that further soothes you. he presses a kiss to your cheek, looking at you again before returning to the paper in front of him with you in his mind.

tighnari

the sound of wind brushes past your ears and the sweet aroma of flowers makes you certain that you would find tighnari in a place like this. he has a sense of belonging around wildlife, always taking in the beauty of what life has given him.

you hear rustling in a tree above you, peering up to be met with an apple falling onto your head. you curse to yourself, rubbing the spot that you’ve been hit. you look up again to see tighnari looking back at you, lounged comfortably on a tree branch eating a fruit. he simply sneers while you frown at him.

“did i hit you just now? well, it’s only natural. i thought a bear was approaching to come and eat me,” he said sarcastically, feigning innocence. you grit your teeth, and it seems to make him more amused.

“you-! you little brat, that hurt! come down right now so i can kick your ass!” you yell. silence passes before he bursts out laughing and you stare at him looking stunned. “y-you’re going to kick my ass, is that what you said? how interesting,” he giggles to himself before jumping off the branch and onto the grass.

the air felt tense around you as he stared at you like a predator circling its prey. you gulped down your nervousness, gradually taking a step back every time he stepped towards you. he smirked before quickly making his move.

the second he jumped at you, you stepped to the side and ran away. he smiled playfully, feeling more excited than before. “shit! don’t come near me, tighnari!” you yelled nervously, not wanting to turn back as he was already chasing you.

whenever tighnari felt to be in an extremely playful mood, there was no stopping what he would do. he wouldn’t give up until he got what he wanted. perhaps it was his animalistic tendencies, or maybe it was just the thrill of getting what he desired. you tried to outrun him, but he ended up catching up to you anyway.

“caught you, (name).”

you shrieked when he suddenly pulled you by your arms closer to him. his grin was unnerving, not knowing what he was about to do next.

all of your worries are washed away when a chaste kiss is pressed to your forehead. you’re even more confused now, wondering why he chased you down only to do such an innocent action which was totally unexpected.

furthermore, you were also confused about the strange feeling in your heart that ached when he pulled away.

"what.. did you just do to me?" you gulped, looking up at tighnari with a flushed expression. he only gave a cheeky smile, the one you hated but loved about him the most.

he offered your hand to you, and you hesitantly took it. you were curious about what he was going to do next, but you didn't let your guard down at all.

he led you to a beautiful tree, scarlet leaves falling with an overall breath-taking sight. you looked at it with admiration, while tighnari looked at you in the same way. he found it adorable, but his pride would never let him admit that.

you snapped out of your dazed state when you felt a tug at your hand. tighnari sat against the bark of the tree, patting the ground next to him to signal for you to take a seat. you complied, and he brought you closer.

for a moment, you relaxed in his arms, until you remembered that you weren't supposed to give in. you were about to stand up until he gently pressed your head against his neck. he hushed and reassured you, and just like that all your worries were washed away.

you sighed contently, closing your eyes while holding onto the boy beside you. he hummed a slow tune, enough to lull you to sleep just by his voice. he chuckled to himself before pressing another kiss to your forehead, watching you with a loving expression on his face before you fall asleep completely.

cyno

the silver haired boy sat in silence as he stared at his reflection in the glass. despite his intimidating appearance, he puts effort into being friendly by telling lame jokes. but that only seems to irk them more and drive them away.

he frowned, looking at his appearance once more. was it his eyes? he doesn’t intend to be feared over on purpose, but knowing him he could send a chill running down your spine in a mere matter of seconds with one blink of an eye if he dared to do so.

he stood up in his seat by a call of his name. he turned his head around to be met with a smile on your face.

he had to admit, he had a small crush on you. you weren’t afraid of him at all, dismissing all of the comments that would be told when people saw you two walking together in the hallway. he admired your boldness, especially your friendly personality.

he snapped back to reality when you put your hand on his desk, trying to get his attention. “my apologies, (name). what seems to be the matter?”

“i totally flunked my biology test today!” you groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. “i didn’t know it’d be that hard, i even studied all night,” you said, handing him the paper with your test score.

cyno picked up the paper and examined it, humming before placing it down on his desk. “i can identify some minor errors that led to these answers. if you’d like, i could hel-“

“that’s great!” you blurted out, immediately grabbing a chair next to you while dragging it towards the desk that cyno was seated at. he looked at you with his mouth agape, quickly ignoring the fast beating of his chest to face you with a calm expression.

he helped you through the test as time passed by without both of you noticing. occasionally, he threw in a few humorous remarks to make it more entertaining, even though he knew he would only get a disappointed sigh in return.

to his surprise, you actually beamed with laughter. he didn’t know how he did it, but something about the way you looked so joyous made something inside him stir. his cheeks bloomed into a red shade, which he covered up by pressing his sleeves against his face.

after you stopped laughing, a giddy smile worked its way onto your face, showing cyno how unbelievably funny his joke was. he was swoon right then and there, moving onto a different topic before his heart decided to burst.

he hadn’t realized how the distance between both of you started to close in, was it always this close? your chair was practically right next to his, and your shoulders were already touching each other. he swallowed, dismissing the thought.

he felt an extra weight being pressed against his shoulder. he turned his head to see what it was, and he almost died on the spot.

there you were, sleeping soundly on his shoulder like a cliché scene straight out of a romance movie. his heart started to beat out of his chest, not knowing what to do.

he was thankful that you came to him afterschool, otherwise anybody seeing both of you right now would spread the sight like wildfire. he remained his composure, gently shaking your body to wake you.

you responded with an annoyed grumble, scooting closer to cyno for more warmth. he was out of ideas on what to do so he laid there with you wrapped around his arm. his stomach was practically swarming with butterflies, he wouldn’t deny that he’s never yearned for a moment like this, cliché or not.

he breathed out and continued to finish the work for you. he would probably just wake you up later once more so you can get a proper nap, but for now he wanted to embrace this.

he smiled, writing as his eyes stayed focused on the paper with his mind full of you.

aether

ink dragged across the paper to reveal your handwriting. you blocked out the chatters happening in the room to focus solely on the assignment in front of you. you had to get it done fast, otherwise you'd have to come in early in the morning next week to finish it.

the bell rang and the students around you quickly grabbed their bags and left, excited for the weekend plans they were having. you on the other hand, were stressed about turning this in on time. you decided you were going to sleep in the whole weekend, feeling spent while writing faster.

when you finished up the last paragraph, you sighed at last. you could finally rest easy without anything having to bother you until the next week.

as soon as you were about to pack your stuff up to head home for the day, aether barged into the empty classroom with an exhausted expression. you almost fell over when he came running towards you.

"(name)!! there you are! i was looking for you to ask if you wanted to come over today, or at least walk home together," he said with a cheery expression, despite running across the entire campus just to catch up to you.

you straightened up with your bag in your hands. "i'd be happy to. i didn't have any original plans for today anyway," you chuckle. aether's face lit up as he suddenly took your hand and dashed out of the classroom with a smile on his face.

you held onto him tightly as if you were about to fall if you didn't keep moving. why was he so fast!? sure, he was at the top of all of his classes including sports, but what was he in a rush for?

when both of you reached the gate, aether's name was called out by another teacher. aether groaned to himself, almost so quiet that you wouldn't be able to hear if you weren't so close. aether turned around and gave his signature smile.

"oh, aether! i'm sorry to bother you at this time but could you please help me out with the books at the library? they're quite heavy to carry around, and i'm sure you are capable of this task," she chuckled. aether looked at you and then looked back at the teacher, before sighing.

“of course, just give me a se-“ “actually, he should be heading home now, he’s pretty busy today,” you spoke up, aether looking at you with widened eyes. the teacher looked shocked too, before continuing.

“ah, no worries! it’s the weekend anyway, i don’t want to be taking all of your fun after all,” she smiled. “have a good day, you two!” she said, before heading back into the school.

aether was still frozen in place until you took his hand and started walking in the direction of his house. he was caught by surprise, but nonetheless followed.

“you don’t always have to say yes to everyone y’know. people have their own problems that they can deal with. i know it sucks to be the errand boy of the school,” you frowned. aether looked down, letting your words sink in.

“i know that, but i still feel the need to help people. i’m not being forced obviously, but it feels nice to know that i’m being counted on,” aether’s hand tightened around yours, and you could tell that he felt sad.

minutes of silence passed until both of you reached his doorstep. he was about to put his bag down until you took it for him and headed in. he was confused by this gesture, until you finally uttered words under your breath.

“if everyone’s going to count on you for help, who’s going to help you when you need it?“ you scoffed, turning around so he wouldn’t see your face.

“���if you need anyone to talk to, i’ll be there. i’ll always be there for you.”

although he couldn’t see your face, he could tell that you were being genuine. his lips curved upwards to form a smile, one that showed that he was grateful for you.

you walked upstairs to aether’s room before he could say anything to you. you passed lumine on your way there with a quick “hello,” to which she greeted you back. aether was right behind you until lumine stopped him.

“you didn’t do the laundry today, didn’t you?” she groaned, crossing her arms and blocking aether’s path. he tried moving past, but lumine kept blocking him. he sighed, “i’ll do the laundry later! (name) is over here today, i have to spend time with them as much as i can.”

lumine raised her eyebrow, looking at him with a teasing tone. “you still don’t have a crush on them, do you? come on, don’t tell me you didn’t know everyone knew you were head over heels for (name),”

aether’s cheeks flushed up in embarrassment, shoving lumine out of the way to get to his room and slam the door. “don’t forget about the laundry aetherrrr!!” she shouted out from behind it, which he was pressed up against.

he finally relaxed until he remembered that you were sitting atop his bed, looking up at him with concern. “what was that about?” you asked nervously. he quickly waved his hands around saying it was nothing, sending the thought away.

you took a deep breath and yawned, taking aether’s attention. “are you tired?” he asks, walking up to the bed and sitting down closely to you.

you nod your head, gently leaning closely to him with your head resting on his neck. he smiled, “go ahead and get some rest then. it’s been a long day, i’m sure you’re exhausted,” he states, pulling the blanket over both of you.

he sighs contently, holding you close to him while falling asleep with you.

[mewhenimanangel]

spiderboy, miles morales x reader

part 1 ʚɞ part 2 ʚɞ part 3 ʚɞ part 4 ʚɞ part 5!

pairing: earth 1610! miles morales x reader

chapter 5 synopsis: Miles takes you on a beautiful date at a gorgeous restaurant in downtown Brooklyn.

wc: 3.1k

warnings!: cursing, kissing, violence, awkward teens in love

translations: hola hermosa - hello beautiful, querida - dear, extremadamente bonita - extremely pretty, cariño - honey, amor - love

You were walking down the street on the way to school, it was Monday now and you could hardly wait to see Miles again. You've never looked forward to a weekend more, Zoya offered to take you shopping on Friday after school for an outfit.

You walked into the building and head to your locker and soon enough Zoya and Peter walked up to you. "Finally you guys are going out" Zoya squealed. "Yeah Miles been talking about you like crazy for the last month" Peter admitted. "Really?? Why didn't you tell me anything?" Zoya snapped her head to him. "I wasn't gonna snitch on my guy like that. Plus I knew you would've told n/n" he answered, Zoya rolling her eyes.

You giggled and went back to your locker, eyes landing on Miles making his way over to you. Zoya followed where you were looking and smiled "We'll leave the two of you alone." she said grabbing Peter's hand and walking away.

"Hola hermosa" Miles said coming up to you. "Hey you" you smiled, closing the door. "Lemme walk you to class?" he asked taking your books from your hands. "Oh you don't have to do that." you said about to take them back. "I want to. Let me do things for you, querida" he said turning so the books were out of reach. "Yeah but that textbook is heavy" you sighed. "Not for me remember" he said raising an eyebrow. "Yeah whatever spidey" you whispered the last part.

Later in the day, you invited him and Ganke to sit at your table at lunch. He sat in the middle of you two with Zoya, Maya and Peter on the other side. He was talking about whatever with Peter and Ganke when you felt his thigh touch yours, you smiled internally when he didn't move away. It was silly how excited you got, considering you were sitting on his lap with your tongue in his mouth not two days ago.

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The rest of the week went by like that with him walking you to class, holding your books and small touches here and there. Now that he admitted he was spider-man, you caught on to his 'spidey sense' activating, his random disappearances and thirty minute bathroom breaks.

On Wednesday you got your hair braided, getting black goddess braids. You went home after school on Friday to change into a pair of jeans and a black tube top. You threw your puffer jacket on and grabbed the money your mom left on the counter for you. Zoya met you on your block and you walked to the subway station.

When you got to the mall before you started to shop, you bought a cinnamon pretzel at Aunty Anne's. "Okay you need something that's like sexy but elegant." Zoya said scrolling through dresses until she landed on one. Her mouth hung open picking it out. "Y/n this is literally it this is so it!" You turned around and saw her holding a black sleeveless mini dress with pink lace trimming at the top and the bottom.

"Ohh my god. I need this!" you squealed, practically running to the dressing room. It was a perfect fit, you stood in the mirror admiring the way it hugged your waist and the way it fell at the top of your thighs. You stepped out for a second to let Zoya see it and she squealed. "Oh my god, you look so good bebe!" she shouted grabbing your hands as you squealed.

After purchasing the dress you decided to do some more damage to your wallets and continue shopping, you were already there so might as well. You both buying more clothes, jewelry, and makeup.

It was getting dark, and your mom came to pick the two of you up. You pulled up to her building and she got out kissing you goodbye "I'm so coming over tomorrow to help you get ready. Goodnight Ms. L/n" "Goodnight sweetie!" your mom called out watching her enter the building. "Are you excited for your little date" your mom squealed playfully biting her tongue. "I am! Miles is really really sweet" you said smiling. "He seems like it. I'm so happy for you baby"

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It was six pm and Y/n went to the bathroom and did a thorough skincare routine: rose clay face mask, eyebrow threading, cleansers, lip mask. You got in the shower and shaved until you were practically hairless. When you got out, you mixed baby oil and rose scented body butter and applied it all over your body. When you were getting into your underwear there was a knock on your door, Zoya bursting in.

"Ughh baby's first date. I feel like a proud mom" she exclaimed putting a hand to her face, wiping fake tears. "Oh shut up" you giggled.

She quickly got to work on your hair, tightly pulling your braids back into a strategic messy bun. She laid out edges into a simple slick look. She smiled admiring her work, before getting started on your makeup. Adding the finishing touch of a pink nude gloss she turned your chair to face the mirror. "Oh my god you really got me right!" you exclaimed.

You grabbed your dress and she helped you get into it, avoiding any contact with the makeup on your face. You checked yourself out in the mirror before adding your gold dior necklace with dangling gold earrings and strapped up a pair of black open toed heels. "Okay what perfume for the occasion?" Zoya asked going through your perfumes. You decided on the Coco Mademoiselle parfum you had gotten for your birthday.

"Oh my god you look amazing!" she said grabbing her digital camera and making you pose as she took a bunch of pictures of you. It was 7:44 now and Zoya said her goodbyes. "Goodnight bebe. I hope you have so much fun! Tell me everything." she said leaving the apartment. "Baby you look beautiful" your mom said holding your face. "My little girl growing up, going on dates" her lips in a pout. "Mommy don't cry" you laughed. "I won't I won't! Just let me get some pictures" she said grabbing her phone.

There was a knock at the door and you took a deep breath before opening it. Miles stood there wearing a black button down shirt with matching black dress pants, a big pu leather jacket and black loafers. He had a bouquet of pink roses and a small white box in his hand and he smelled really really good. "Hi" you greeted, big smile worn on your face. "Hi" he said smiling back at you "You look so so beautiful, querida. Extremadamente bonita" he said checking you out. "Goodnight Ms. L/n" he said realizing your mom was standing behind you in the kitchen. "Hi hun!" she said back, before easing away.

"These are for you, y/n" he handed the flowers to you. "Aww oh Miles you shouldn't have" you pressed your hand to your chest. "And I uh bought this for you" he said handing you the little white box. You smiled and opened it to find a gold locket with a floral engraving. "Oh my god. Miles this is beautiful" you smiled, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I'm glad you like it." he smiled at you. "Help me put it on?" you asked as he turned you around and latched it.

"Mom, we're ready to leave!" you called out, grabbing your purse. "Wait! Let me get a picture of you guys. I've to show Rio." You both laughed as Miles snuck his arm around your waist and you laid your hand on his chest, posing for the picture. "Bye guys! Stay safe and have fun! Miles you better have her back by eleven" your mom said playfully squinting her eyes at him. "Of course Ms L/n" he chuckled.

When you closed the door, Miles interlocked his fingers around yours as you head to the stairs. "This place is really nice. My parents went here on their first date and they took me one time for their anniversary " he told you, helping you ease down the stairs in your heels. "That's so adorable, m'very honored to be taken there" you said squeezing his hand.

You walked to the subway, hurrying as best you could to catch the train. "Here come on my back!" he picked you up effortlessly as he trot down the last set of stairs and into the train, just making it. He put you down carefully as to not make your dress ride up too much. You wrapped your arm around Miles' and wrapped a leg over the other as you found seats by the door.

Getting off at your stop, you and Miles turned the corner to the restaurant. It was near the Brooklyn bridge, string lights lit around the trees in the night. It was definitely upscale and on the more expensive side. He led the way into the building and the inside was even nicer with dim lighting, beautiful decorations, and nice furniture. "Uh Morales, table for two" he told the lady at the front. His dad told him what to do and was actually the one who made the reservation, but you didn't have to know that.

He kept his hand around yours the whole way there and pulled your chair back for you. "Aww you're so sweet" you said resting your jacket on the back of your chair. "I'm glad I could finally take you on a date." he said smiling at you, you smiling back. He finally let go of your hand to take a look at the menu. "You can get anything you want. No budget" he told you. And he meant it, Miles loved doing things for you, especially if it meant he could see your gorgeous smile.

A waiter walked up to your table and pulled out a notepad. "Goodnight, can I get you guys anything to drink? Any appetizers?" she asked. Miles ordered a virgin cocktail while you got a strawberry lemonade. Since you were both ready to order your food anyways you went ahead and did that. He got salmon over rice that was topped with their signature gravy. You got creamy garlic buttered lobster tail with fettuccine pasta.

You and Miles talked while waiting for food. About everything in general and also nothing at all. You talked about what films were good, what books were good, favorite colors, how it was for him to be spider-man and take on such responsibility. You talked about what you would do after high school and where you would go. He opened up about his uncle Aaron's death and you opened up about your father's significant absence throughout most of your life.

When the food came you both rambled about how good it was, spoon feeding each other your meals. You ordered a strawberry cheese cake to share for dessert and asked for the bill. You grabbed your purse to take some money out. "Aye, cariño, you gotta let me do stuff for you" he sighed pushing your hand with the money away. "But Miles that's a lot of money" you whined. "I can handle it ma don't worry" he said giving the waitress his credit card, adding a tip.

You stacked the plates, making your waitress's job easier before grabbing your jacket and purse making your way out. He opened the door for you and you guys began your walk back home. "I had a really good time tonight, Miles" you told him, staring into his eyes. "I did too" he smiled. You both leaned in, pressing your lips against each other, hands held beneath you. He pulled away from the kiss first "Y/n, do you thi-" he cut himself off, tensing up. Just then an explosion broke out, a building catching fire.

Everyone around began freaking out and running around. "Get somewhere safe please, I'm gonna take care of this!" he told you, making you head in the direction everyone was running. He pulled his suit out from out of nowhere and making sure no one saw him he ran over to where the explosion came from. It was then, an oversized mutant gorilla on two legs appeared on a rooftop. "Come get me spider-man! I wanna be the one to finally kill you!" the villain roared.

Everyone halted in their path upon hearing that, looking back. Miles, Spider-man webbed over to it, landing a kick on the side of its face. The gorilla grabbed his leg and threw him to the ground. You gasped and covered your mouth watching the scene before you, but Miles got up to strike again. The gorilla threw fists in Miles' direction, him dodging effortlessly. He shot webs at his face to throw it off its balance, falling on its back. He jumped on top of the gorilla before it got up and threw him against a wall.

He quickly got on his feet, throwing a punch at the gorilla. The police arrived at the scene opening fire at the gorilla. Miles used his webs to trip and pull the gorilla to its feet, slamming his head to the pavement. Getting angry, the gorilla sprung to its feet and grabbed Miles, pounding him into the ground. He then picked him up with his enlarged gorilla hands and choked him out.

You kicked off your heels, looking around you found a dad and his son holding a baseball bat. You grabbed it, quickly yelling a 'sorry!' as you ran to the side of the building where Miles was fighting. You knew it was stupid to get involved in something so dangerous as this but you didn't want Miles to get hurt, or worse. You ran up the fire escape as quickly and quietly as you could, before hoisting yourself up to the very top of the roof trying as hard as you could to not fall right back down.

"I'm gonna kill you with my bare hands you damn bug" it growled. Miles was trying to claw away at his hands to get him off. While it was distracted holding up Miles, you eased up behind them. Bringing the bat back behind you as far as you could, and swung at its head as hard as you could. Its grip loosened around Miles' neck as it looked back at you allowing him to slip out and catch his breath. "Ohh what's this" it chuckled. You swung again as hard as you could before it grabbed your hand lifting you off your feet.

It angered Miles seeing the way he was toying with you. "Hey you big fucking monkey put her down!" he shouted. The gorilla moved closer to the edge and threw you down. You screamed as your distance to the ground rapidly got closer. "Noo!" Miles screamed out running to catch you. He shot a web down around your waist and hauled you back you up. "You okay?" he quickly asked, you nodded. He gently threw you back against a wall, protecting you and getting you out of the way. He jumped up and kicked at the gorilla's face throwing it down.

He quickly wrapped webs around its ankles picking him up with his hands and slamming him down. He threw a web to at the bat that had fallen earlier, taking it in his hand and repeatedly hitting against the gorilla's head. He kept hitting until he saw blood pooling from its nose and it lost consciousness.

He threw the bat and wrapped his webs around and around the gorilla's body tying a tight knot and dangling its body down to the police. They all ran over to grab it and take it in their police cars. "Thank you Spiderman!" one of them called out. The people on the street shouted out cheers and thank yous. "Anytime!" he called back down.

He turned around and you ran to him, engulfing him in a hug. He tightly wrapped his arms around you and covered his face in your neck. He quickly pulled away to look at you "Why did you do that? You could have really gotten hurt" he scolded. Tears welled up in your eyes "I just didn't want you to get hurt. You could've died!" you retorted. "You could've died! I don't know what I would've done with myself if that happened." he exclaimed. He wrapped his arms back around you, you crying lightly into his shoulder.

"Y/n" "Hm?" you mumbled. He lifted your head off him and pulled off his mask. "Do you think um...Do you think...Will you let me be your boyfriend?" he quickly blurted the last bit. You breathed out and smiled watching his eyes. You held his face in your hands "God I thought you'd never ask" you smiled, smashing your lips into his. Your lips moved in sync, him using an arm to bring you closer and deepen the kiss. He smiled against your lips "Is that a yes?" "Of course it's a yes" you giggled.

"You might wanna change out of that. I've gotta go give that guy his bat back...and get my shoes" you told him. "Yeah okay, I'll be right down" he gently put you down on the ground and you rushed over to the man. "Here you go, really I'm sorry about the...blood" you told him. "No problem...I saw you take these off, so here you go" he hand you your heels. "Oh my god thank you. Have a good night."

You looked around for Miles, when he tapped your shoulder, back in his dinner clothes. "Hey..girlfriend" he smiled. "Hello boyfriend" you smiled back, him giving you a peck on the lips.

You were now standing in front of your apartment door saying your goodbyes to Miles. "Are you sure you're okay?" he said taking your hand in his. "Yes, I'm alright" you giggled. "Just glad you were there to protect me spiderboy" you joked. "Goodnight, amor" he said wrapping his arms around you. "Goodnight" you said taking his lips on yours. "I really like doing this" he giggled. "Me too" you said kissing him again.

Just then the door opened, and your mom appeared. "Oh!" she yelped, the two of you quickly moving away. "Don't pretend I didn't just see what I just saw" she laughed. "Hey Miles, thank you for getting her home safe." she smiled at him, hugging your shoulder. "Of course, goodnight Ms L/n" he said "Goodnight Y/n" he smiled, walking away.

You entered the apartment behind your mom, you really had a lot to tell her.

[leather-ropebunny]

Time Out

Reposting this from my old deleted blog.

Notes: contains rape, gang rape, free use, mentor/mentee, bondage, objectification, degradation, humiliation, dirty talk, slapping, general sexual violence, FTM POV, MxFTM

Minors DNI

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The first time it happens, I'm thankfully alone.

I usually work with a team of my fellow superheroes, but this had been a simple burglary, so I'd insisted I could handle it alone.

Slipping into the house, I manage to locate a shadowy figure plucking something shiny out of a jewelry box in the bedroom, and then…

And then…

And then I blink, and I'm naked, face down ass up on a stranger's bed, shoulders pressed into the pillows, and my body is convulsing in a mind-blowing orgasm. I can feel a thick river of hot cum sliding down one thigh, pushed out of me as my boycunt clenches with every powerful spasm.

My body is sore, like I'd been in a fight, and I can feel bruises forming on my throat, my hips, my cheekbone. My mind can't latch onto what's happened, and it's all I can do to tug my uniform back on and flee the scene, leaving the mess of cum and my own slick behind in a complete stranger's sheets.

The second time it happens, I'm not so lucky to be alone. The robbery in progress seems a bit more intense, and my mentor and I head to the cafe to put a stop to it. After we arrive, though…

I come to, bent over the counter, my uniform pulled just far enough out of the way to display my cunt and tdick to the staff, the customers, the cops, and my mentor. As soon as I register reality, there's a second of shocked silence, and then I'm cumming again, dripping semen onto the cafe floor, my eyes trained on the reflection of my mentor's gaze in the espresso machine. He's staring at my pulsing cunt, and he looks horrified, yes, but also darkly hungry.

I think it's that thought that makes another, weaker orgasm ripple through me.

We try to figure out what's happening, but to no avail. I know, of course, that somehow I'm having sex. Being raped, most likely. The mystery is how, why neither I nor the people around me seem to remember it. We're all stumped.

It happens again

(on a crowded subway car, pressed up against the doors, coming back to reality as I'm falling onto the platform when they open, twitching and moaning as commuters gather around to watch)

and again

(seated on a park bench, legs in the air until I'm almost folded in half, each ankle tied to the trees on either side of me so I'm helpless and exposed to the cell phones recording me once passers-by realize what's happening)

and again

(trussed up and dangling from a streetlamp, my own panties muffling my whimpering as crowds of drunk men leaving the bars after last call realize my wet, naked boycunt has been conveniently left at cock-height, perfectly set up for it to be gang raped)

until it feels like it's happening every time I go out to fight crime.

Finally, I decide that if my team can't figure out what's happening (won't figure it out? I hate to think it, but they seem like they're starting to…enjoy it…), I'll get to the bottom of it myself.

I rig up nanocams to follow me everywhere as I go about my days, and every night I review the footage, but nothing odd sticks out, no sign of anything unusual for a week.

Then I get called out again, and this time I come to on my back on a detective's desk in the middle of the police station bullpen. They laugh as my eyes roll back in my head, legs shaking, and one of them sticks three fingers into my fucked-out, dripping cunt and finger-rapes me roughly until I cum again. I'm too confused, too humiliated to think of telling him to stop, and while I'm cumming a second time, another cop takes that as an invitation to ram his cock into me and pound it painfully into my cervix again and again until he floods my womb with cum.

They laugh again once he's done raping me, and I totter away on shaky legs to our headquarters, slipping into my room to pull up the footage and get to the bottom of this.

It had been a prisoner escape - no one was sure how he'd managed to get away, but as I fast-forward to the moment I had arrived at the station to assist, I can see exactly what's happening. The perp is periodically freezing time.

It all starts to fall into place.

I watch, horrified, as I run into the police station, and the masked figure on the screen gestures, time stopping in an instant.

I watch as he approaches me, reaching out to caress my cheek, then pulling his arm back and slapping me. My head jerks to the side, but I don't react.

As I watch in the present, I lift a hand to feel the heat of a newly forming bruise on my face.

The perp grabs me around the waist with the ease of practice and drops me none-too-gently on the desk. He runs his hands over my body briefly, and I can feel a tingling sensation now, like I can still feel the phantom touch.

He doesn't seem inclined to linger, though, and after a second he starts to move the officers and detectives so that they form a loose crowd around us, positioned as though they're watching. Then, without preamble, he pulls my bottoms off, grabs my ankles to spread my legs, and starts to rape me.

It's violent, his thrusts pushing me across the desk until my head is hanging off the other end, and he keeps having to haul me back towards him. He drops one of my legs to press his hand to my throat, then to slap me across the face, then to my throat again.

There's no sound, but the footage is clear enough that I can read his lips a little as he violates my unwilling body.

'Fucking cockslut…wet already…like it…slap you around…nasty rapedoll…always cum…rape you…your cunt's…only worthwhile part…take it, take it, fucking take it…'

He slams his cock into me brutally, plunging deep, and I watch as he cums inside me, lifting his hand off my throat to backhand me powerfully.

Tucking himself back into his pants, he backs towards the door, and time starts up again. As the cops around me crack up at my shuddering orgasm, the perp escapes, and I watch now from the outside as two cops assault me, as well.

"So that's it," my mentor's voice comes from behind me. "He manipulates time."

I look up at him as he lingers in the doorway, but he isn't looking at the screen or at my face, but at my crotch. That's when I realize that I'm rubbing my aching boypussy through my ruined uniform bottoms, my rapists' cum squelching under my frantic fingers.

When had I started masturbatung to my own rape? When he'd cum inside me? When he'd choked me? Maybe from that very first slap.

My mentor steps closer, and my gaze is drawn to where his cock bulges in his pants, straining against the fabric. My breath catches, and I shake my head, tears beginning to well up.

"Please…please don't."

"No?" He lunges for me, dragging me off my chair and turning me to face my computer, crowding me up against the desk with his bulk. His cock is a hot, throbbing pressure against my ass. "Are you sure? Because it looks to me like you enjoy this."

With one hand, he yanks my saturated bottoms back down, and with the other, he rewinds the video and hits play.

"Always knew you were a dirty fucking whore," he growls, pulling his own pants down just far enough for his cock to spring out, slapping wetly against my asscheek. "And it's about time I do what I've always wanted to do."

He grabs my hip, jamming his cock into my abused cunt, the mess my previous two rapists had left squishing out of my hole, and he begins to fuck me.

I sob, and he fists his free hand in my hair and pushes me down until my vision is filled with the video of the perp using my motionless body in the middle of the police station.

"Look. Look at how easily his cock slips into your pussy. You were already wet. Bet you started soaking your uniform before you'd even gotten there."

"N-no…stop…"

"Oh, yeah," he grunts, his cockhead pressing hard against my bruised cervix as he thrusts deep and holds it there. "You knew what was gonna happen. You've known every time you were gonna get raped."

"No. No. No."

"Oh, fuck. You're clenching down on my cock right now you fucking rapeslut." He starts pounding into me again, pushing my face closer as the cop on screen starts to ram his fingers into my cunt. "You let them rape you even after time had started again. You that desperate for cock?"

"No! I'm not…I don't…please stop!"

"Yeah? You're stronger than they are. Better trained - I should know." His hand leaves my hair to wrap around my throat and squeeze lightly. "But look at you. Just lying back and taking it."

I whimper, and to my horror, begin to rut back onto my mentor's cock. I'm so, so wet. My cunt is so sore, but I can tell it's also puffy and flushed with need. Even as his fingers tighten, choking me, I can feel another orgasm building.

I don't want this. I don't.

But he rewinds the footage again, forcing me to watch as the perp cums inside my unprotected pussy, and groans.

"Yeah, take that load you fucking cumdump," he grunts. "Fucking nympho, that's what you are."

We watch as time starts again and the me in the video begins to cum violently.

With a growl, my mentor shoves his cock into me as far as he can, and hisses, "take it, you stupid fucking rapeslut."

He pumps his load inside me, and yet again, I cum from being raped.

Once he's satisfied he's filled my unwilling womb, my mentor pulls out and watches as I slump to the floor.

"There's another call," he says, tucking himself away. "No time to clean up your uniform or your whore cunt - get out there."

I do, and this time, when I come to, I know I've just been violated in the middle of a busy street. People are staring, laughing, filming while I lie on the pavement, naked, blocking traffic.

As my orgasm rolls through me, I stuff my fingers into my cunt and mercilessly fuck myself until I cum again, thinking of all the footage I'll have to watch with my mentor later.

[thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos]

So on occasion I get these brain worms that won't leave me alone, so im going to tell you bc I feel like you'd appreciate this one. Also bc I feel like someone who might get asks for their personal hcs might like it when someone else gives theirs instead.

I feel like the Rise guys, even though they lived in the sewers and then an abandoned subway, would still take time to have proper hygiene, esp as they age and start getting into relationships with people.

Donnie gives me "designer adjacent cologne" vibes. Certainly nothing that's overwhelming or pungent. Just something with a "clean" subdued scent that would pair well with either formal attire (which I feel like he'd prefer since he has style) or just lazy day stuff. (Obligatory undercurrent of motor oil if you've caught him in the middle of a project)

Leo, in true disaster twin fashion, would kinda do the same as Don, but would like something a little more intricate and complicated in scent profile. Maybe something with wood notes, or a flirty floral when he's feeling saucy. Wears either on the reg, it's just the scent he lives in.

Mikey strikes me as the kinda guy who wouldn't mind actual cologne but would prefer simple stuff, like the old trick of putting a dab of vanilla extract on pulse points instead of scent. And since he works with food so often, not only would it be accessible all the time, but its also kinda sneaky and flirty in its own way. Like, oh you smell baked goods? Come closer, its just me baby~ Lmao

Raph is harder for me to picture. We've seen he's a bit touchy about his various "stinks" (hahaha), so I get the feeling he would just smell like fresh laundry and bar soap most of the time. Esp since he's likely hitting the weights and bench a lot. Gotta keep the b.o. down to a gentle roar. And personally, laundry and soap is the coziest of scents, so when you'd cuddle up to him it would pair well with one of his signature bear hugs ❤️

Hope you liked those! 😘

SMELLS !?!!!!?!?

I LIVE FOR THIS SHIT FUCK YES

I love thinking about what specific kind of scents the rise guys would wear because ✨yes✨ they would totally wear some sort of cologne

I loved reading this!!! You TOTALLY nailed them!! (not me squealing about Don and the motor oil bit)

Thank you for sharing nonnie!! Made my night!

Tagging @sophiacloud28 for her rise men thoughts 😈

[lotties-ashwagandha]

hayyyy in the morning mood for some writing from my fav writer and boom here i am. can i make a request PLEASE and THANK YOU

let’s spice up your oceans 8 masterlist yes?? LOU X READER PERHAPS???

mad as per usual you have free reign, give me something argument based tho… maybe post argument because grumpy satirical lou is a heartthrob yes

thanks babe

love you always <E

HAY BITCH HELL YEAH HOW IS THIS?? @cartoonpeoples

also. im so gay bro im too gay for this why are u doing this to me im im 

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WATERED-DOWN VODKA

pairing: lou miller x reader 

word count: 842

notes and warnings: currently watching oceans 8 as i write this ,,, they are at subway. also everyone go say happy birthday to @cartoonpeoples

taglist: @cartoonpeoples @thedeconstructionist @cordeliass @paulsonsratched @mayfair-fleur @goodeday2u @traumatisedfangirl

- BARELY PRE-HEIST (DEBBIE JUST GOT OUT OF PRISON) -

You could hear her slamming plates in the kitchen as she put them away.

You sat in the main lobby of the theater, switching the television channel every few seconds — you were hardly able to focus on any of the movies playing, leftover fury still burning in your chest from earlier.

Debbie Ocean had gotten out of jail close to a week ago. She had been staying with the two of you, something else you and Lou had argued about, and in the end she had won as you’d known she would, under the condition that Debbie was to stay no more than a couple of days.

“She has nowhere else to go,” Lou had whispered in the kitchen upon Debbie’s arrival. “You can't expect me to leave her in the middle of New York with nowhere to stay.”

You scoffed. “Oh, I’m sure she could con herself into the fucking Ritz if she wanted to.”

Lou had tilted her head, giving you that look, the look that said everything in her silence.

At that point, you knew you were fucked.

Content with the news playing on the TV, you set the remote on the coffee table.

After a few minutes, the slamming of the dishes stopped, and the door to the kitchen opened and shut.

You sighed, a new flash of anger overcoming you. Neither of you had said anything, but her mere presence enraged you, the nonchalance with which she sat on the sofa and began to fiddle with her lighter. You wanted to knock the damn thing out of her hand — the continuous clicking, not a moment’s peace, and the worst part was she knew it got under your skin.

Lou took the remote from the coffee table, changing the channel to a heist movie.

You took it back once she had set it down, changing the channel back to the news.

Again, she changed the channel.

“So fucking childish,” you breathed, leaving the remote alone at last.

“What was that?” Lou asked, though you knew she’d heard you perfectly well.

You were silent for a while, letting everything both of you wished to say hang in the air uncomfortably. Part of you desperately wanted to go to the bedroom and lock her out, though you were intent on not ‘letting her win,’ so you stayed exactly where you were.

Abruptly, you snatched the remote, turning off the TV. “We need to talk about this.”

Lou put down the lighter. “I thought we already did.”

“How much did Debbie offer you? $16 million?”

Lou nodded, her expression relatively vacant except for a growing irritation. Her hair was a bit disheveled, and even the blazer of her burgundy suit had been lost somewhere within your bickering matches, leaving her clad only in an Arctic Monkeys t-shirt she had cut the sleeves and neck out of and a pair of burgundy suit pants.

Debbie had approached Lou about joining her in a heist almost as soon as she arrived. She was planning to rob the Met Gala, a feat unthinkable, and you were certain it would fail. You had never trusted Debbie to begin with.

“How do you know you won’t get caught if you join her?” You said quietly, and the energy in the room shifted ever so slightly, and the irritation in Lou’s features faded a bit. “Debbie went to jail for 5 years for a heist that’s nowhere near as dangerous as what she’s planning now. I don’t have the money to bail you out if you get caught.”

“Deb’s been planning this for 5 years.”

“Yeah, while she was in fucking prison.”

Lou sighed, leaning back on the sofa, her exhaustion obvious. The two of you had been arguing about the heist for hours, and neither of you were willing to compromise in the slightest. “Is it about Debbie?” She asked. “Is that why you don’t like this? You don’t seem to have a problem with the rest of the shit I do.”

“You water down vodka, Lou,” you snapped. “It’s kind of fucking different.”

Lou did not respond, only staring off into her own thoughts.

You froze for a moment, coming to a terrible yet viable conclusion, sitting up straight in your armchair. “What if I joined, too?”

Lou raised her eyebrows, trying to see if you were joking. When she realized you weren’t, she was seething. “No.”

“Why not? You act like you’re the only fucking criminal here.”

“Yeah, but it’s an unnecessary risk. If you got caught with us-”

“We would both go down,” you interrupted. “That’s the only way I’ll stay if you do this.”

“You’re so fucking difficult,” she groaned.

“What was that?” You asked, quoting her words from earlier.

The ghost of a smile passed her lips.

“Is that a yes?”

Wordlessly she nodded, stretching her arms out for you, and you joined her on the sofa, leaning into her.

She took the remote from the coffee table — she turned on the news.

[samcscreams]

Inspired by the absolutely talented @dreamersbcll

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It had not been an easy week for one Sam Carpenter. Hell it hasn’t been an easy life for her either but that’s beside the point. Because here she is standing in front of her baby sister mouth hanging open, words completely evading her mind as she realizes she’s been caught.

Caught red handed.

No not caught with drugs.

Nor alcohol.

Not even a boy or a girl.

No, Samantha Carpenter has been caught doing the one thing she vowed to never do in front of her precious baby sister.

She was caught talking to her father.

As you see the week started off normal, Sam, on her way to work stopped by CVS to pick up her prescription. Only to be greeted with the worst possible news other than another ghost face attack.

“Sorry there’s a shortage this month. We won’t be able to fill your prescription until next week at the earliest.” The pharmacist told Sam

Sam just stood there

“Ma’am? Did you hear me?” The pharmacist asked

“Ya um sorry so there’s no way I could get anything? Maybe a different drug for the same thing?” Sam asked timidly. Her hands were starting to shake at the implication of not having her prescription for over a week.

“That would require a new prescription sent in by your doctor” the pharmacist said matter of factly

“Right.” Sam stood there awkwardly feeling like she should have known that and that her desperation was starting to become detectable.

The pharmacist looked over Sams shoulder and yelled “next” causing Sam to jump and hurry out of the building.

Getting back in her car Sam let out a deep breath realizing she hadn’t breathed since the pharmacist told her the news. She gripped the steering wheel to steady herself as she caught her breath.

Only her breath wouldn’t catch.

Great a panic attack just what she needed. Her vision blurred as her breathing continued out of control. With shaky hands she tried to grab her phone.

Tara. She needed Tara’s voice. It was the one thing guaranteed to bring Sam back. But her hands were so shaky she couldn’t put in her password.

“Fuck”

She exhaled as tears pricked the back of her eyes. If god was real he had answered her prayers. Her phone was ringing and Tara’s beautiful name was flashing across the screen. She hit answer and before she could even say anything.

“Have you seen my English book? I know I was reading it on the couch last night but now it’s not here. Did you move it?” Tara says in one big breath

Hearing Tara instantly brought a wave of relaxation over Sam.

“I put it on your desk in your room. Didn’t want you to forget it.” Sam said sounding almost normal

“Are you okay?” Tara asked knowing something seemed off

“Oh ya just running late for work again” Sam felt guilty it wasn’t a lie per-say but it wasn’t the truth.

“Why are you late again? You left on time. Wait I found it.” Tara told her sister

“Great you should try and keep better track of your books they’re ridiculously expensive” Sam rebuttal choosing to ignore the first part of Tara’s questioning

“Well maybe next time you shouldn’t move my books. I have a very intricate organization method and your honestly messing it up”

Sam chuckled at her sister’s comment

“Okay okay I’ll leave your stuff alone. But I would reconsider that maybe the middle of the floor is a poor place for a book.”

“Ya ya ya get to work.”

“Okay fine. Love you baby girl”

“Love you too. Bye”

And just like that Sam was as good as new. Well for the most part. Sam raced off to work hoping the day would get better. It was only Monday morning and Her stomach turned at the thought of the rest of the week.

Tuesday was normal until Sam was about to head home and her car wouldn’t start. Causing her to use the subway. Desperate times calls for desperate measures. She mentally prepared herself for the stares and interactions she might face riding the subway. Luckily for Sam she made it home with only a few insults thrown her way. But as she was throwing herself onto her bed she couldn’t help but to think this was tuning into a week from hell.

Wednesday it all started to crumble. As Sam was riding the subway to work that morning she was accompanied by her father. In every window and reflection he was there lurking in the dark. It was like he could smell her fear, using it to latch on to her like a shadow. Maybe if she wasn’t caught in a staring contest with him in the window Sam might have seen the three high school boys readying themselves to dump whatever drinks they had on her. Her boss didn’t appreciate her new and improved work uniform. She was sent home with a warning. She just hoped tomorrow would be better. She had the day off and could really use it.

Thursday. It was only Thursday? She thought to herself as she woke up. It was 5 in the morning and time for her daily run. She normally would run later in the day when the sun was more out. But sleep was evading her and running seemed like a sweet escape she couldn’t refuse.

He was getting louder.

She needed every distraction she could today. Unfortunately, Tara had her long lecture today so Sam would be home most of the day alone. She couldn’t tell if she was happy about that or not. Half of her liked the idea that she would be alone. She wouldn’t have to fear anyone seeing her in this state of mind. But the other half craves to be seen, to be taken care of as she slowly descends into her unmediated mind.

“You’re a fighter Sam not a runner. When are you gonna except that” Billy’s voice was low and sharp in Sams mind. She new better than to look at her reflection as she got ready.

Sam left a note on the table for Tara before she left.

Couldn’t sleep. Went for a run. Have a good lecture. Love you

Running was good. Running felt safe. Sam could play her music as loud as she needed and push herself until her body no longer felt real. It was a runners high and she was addicted. Before she knew it she was back at their apartment building out of breath and in dire need of a shower.

Sam left her music on for as long as she could. It didn’t fix the problem but it definitely made it more manageable. After her shower she was about to make something to eat when her speaker died.

“No no no no not now” she said rushing to try and find a charger or her headphones. Both items seemingly fell into a void and disappeared.

“Can’t tune me out now. Can ya Sam”

Sam rolled her eyes. Great now she’s interacting. She can’t do this. She knows she can’t.

“Really Sam you’re gonna just ignore me.”Sam used to be good at it. It wasn’t until she started to understand herself more that tuning him out got harder.

“You know that never works.” He knows just way to say to get under her skin.

Sam starts pacing around her room. Covering her ears as if that would somehow make it stop.

“Is this really any way to treat your father. You need me Sam. Without me you’d be dead. Tara would be dead”

“With out you she would be alive. Truly alive and normal. She wouldn’t have to watch her back every day. Her connection to you. To me. Is what puts her in danger” Sam snapped back. She was yelling at this point her anger was getting the better of her.

He was everywhere. In every picture frame and mirror. In every corner. It was all just too much. She tried to think back to the last time she was off her meds for this long.

The Baileys her breath caught at the thought.

“Let it out Sam it’s inevitable” Billy cooed in her ear

“I’m not like you. I will never be like you. I kill to protect. I was protecting us. I was protecting Tara. Don’t you twist it any other way Billy” Sam was seething she didn’t realize that she was fully looking at Billy in a mirror. She didn’t know when she let go and looked at him.

“Sam?”

Tara. Sam heard Tara. Clear as day. She turned toward her bed room door and sure enough her baby sister was standing right in front of her. How long has she been there? What did she hear? Fuck fuck fuck. Sam was starting to spiral. She needed to say something. Anything would be better than the silence that was pulling them apart.

“I can explain” “my class got canceled”

Both girls said over each other.

“You don’t have to explain.”

“What?”

“It’s okay. I’ve heard you before.” Taras staring at the floor.

“What do you mean? Why didn’t you say anything?” Sam asked searching her sisters face for any type of answer it might give.

“I don’t want to push you to talk. It just seemed wrong to ask”

Sam slowly walked towards her sister. Half expecting her to step away as she got closer. Tara only stood there.

“Are you scared of me?” Sam barely got the words out. Her voice was so hushed Tara almost didn’t hear her say it.

“Are you kidding me? Of course not. Why would you ever ask that!” Tara snapped out of whatever was holding her back. She was now holding her big sister her protector around the waist and looking up into her eyes.

“I’ve been a lot of things at you But scared has never been one of them. You hear me Sammy. Never.”

Sam couldn’t say anything. She just relaxed into her sister.

“Why is it so bad? Are your meds not working?” Tara asked hesitantly

Sam took a second to respond. Her sister seemed to know exactly what was going on. A million questions danced in Sam’s mind but that was all for a later date.

“There’s a shortage in the area”

“Wait here” Tara took off to her bedroom and came back with a prescription bottle.

“Here. Are these them?” Tara asked handing the bottle to Sam

“But how?” Sam looked back at Tara who was beaming with pride

“Do you remember a few months back you said your doctor sent your prescription to the wrong place and they had to refill it at the new one. Well I went and picked up the meds from the other CVS across town. I thought maybe I could have them for emergencies just like how you have my spare inhaler for emergencies.” Tara was proud of herself. She wanted to be able to protect her big sister just like her big sister protects her.

“You are more than anything i deserve my love” Sam said as she placed a kiss atop Tara’s head.

Sam walked to the kitchen and popped two of her pills.

“So what shall we do with the rest of our free day?”