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missblissy · 3 years ago

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Hi!! I want some pain so the Hurt/comfort post, about Alastor x reader with 1, 2, 4, 12??

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1: “We need to stop the bleeding – now!” 2: “I hate to see you hurt like this.” 4: “I want to help you, so please let me.” 12: “You’re normally the tough guy. Today, let me be tough for the both of us.”

Something about today had felt off. Ever since you woke up, it just felt... not right. As if your mind already knew what was going to happen before it actually did. But no one can really know that for sure. That's why it's called a gut feeling. And that feeling told you that today... You might just die.

You've tasted blood before. But for some reason this time it tasted sweet, rather than bitter, and full of iron. There wasn't much for you to focus on other than the lights from the ceiling flickering over your head. You faintly heard a doctor screaming, "We need to stop the bleeding! BP is dropping- Let's go! Now!"

How did you end up here again, violently broken and bleeding out? Oh, that's right... You were driving home after work. It was another late shift during the dead hours of the night. Drunk drivers were often out during these hours of the night. One just so happened to hit you, and now you're here in a hospital.

You just wanted to go home and sleep. You wanted to lay beside your husband and not have to worry about anything. That was not your case, however. And instead, you tried your best to speak. A nurse who was pushing you along the gurney said, "It's alright, we'll help you, you're safe now." But all you wanted to do was ask about your husband. For someone to tell him what was going on. You were sure he was at home, sleeping soundly and without a clue what had happened.

And Alastor wouldn't find out until the next morning. He'd wake up to several missed calls from dozens of people and some he didn't even know. This man didn't even get dressed. He ran out of the house still in his pajamas and floored it to the hospital. Along the way there, Alastor would throw a massive fit. He'd smash his hands on the steering wheel, beating himself up over not getting there sooner.

He'd curse and swear and honestly drive like a maniac. Every red light he got caught at only made him angrier with the world. His tires would spin and shoot smoke the second the light flickered green and off he rushed again.

Luckily, you were out of surgery long before Alastor got to the hospital. A nurse walked him to your room, and he found himself staring at a sight he'd never imagine. You were broken beyond belief. The nurse gave Alastor a sorry look, "Everything's stable, for now," The nurse said, "But...." She shook her head, "It was one of the worse car accidents we've ever seen. We did everything we could-"

"Coma..." Alastor said the single word, "Induced or?" The nurse shook her head.

"Brain damage, though there is still plenty of brain activity," That was good to hear. It meant you weren't brain dead... yet. The nurse gave him a sorry look, then with a nod of her head, she left him there. Alastor slowly walked into your room and closed the door behind him. He even turned all the blinds so no one could see in the little windows from the hallways. Everything felt wrong.

He stood at your bedside. Taking in everything. The tubes, the machines, the wires. Almost immediately he felt his eyes burn with the threat of tears. And when he placed a hand on your cheek he couldn't stop the waves of them rushing down his face.

The sheer pain of the situation made Alastor sob like a child for the first time in his adult life. He sat down beside you and grabbed your hand, "Dammit..." He squeezed tightly, "Dammit!" He let out a little shout and brought your hand to his cheek, "I hate this-" He let out a small cry, "I hate to see you like this, my poor dear-"

He couldn't stop the waves of tears sobbing from his eyes. He'd never let himself cry like this before, but he felt like if he didn't cry, he wouldn't have the chance to later. With anger, he ran a hand over his face, aggressively wiping his tears. He threw his glasses off his face and they clinked to the floor. Alastor's fingers ringed into his hair as he let out another sob and pushed his bangs out of his face. He had completely lost all of his composure. Every part of him was breaking down.

Alastor sat down in the chair by your bedside and buried his head in one of his hands. With his other hand, he still held firm to yours. His fingers dug into your skin as let out another sob, "Please-" He hiccuped, "Please...!" He looked up at your unconscious face with watery dark eyes, "Please be okay," He whispered the words out quickly as he brought your hand to his lips, "Please let me help you-" He spoke the words against your skin, "I want to help you- Please let me... Just!" He paused for another quick sob, "Please just give me a sign your still in there..."

He was never a man to pray to any kind of god. He didn't believe there was one, to begin with. But Alastor found himself praying, hoping that anything would happen. He couldn't lose you, and certainly not like this. You never sign any DNR papers or made it clear to your doctors that you didn't want to be resuscitated. But you did tell Alastor if there ever came a day that you needed machines to keep you alive, you had asked him to pull the plug.

With the weight of what was once just a silly conversation that had now come true, Alastor found himself drowning in misery. He rested his head on the back of your hand as sat in his chair. He looked at his glasses on the ground as tears splattered around them, "I don't want to kill you," He whispered with a cry, "I don't want to unplug you if there is a chance you'll come out of this."

The stone-cold silence lasted only a second between the beats of your heart monitor. A beep, then silence. Another beep, then silence again. Alastor found himself swelling with rage and anger, but mostly sadness. He shook his head slowly as he stared at the ground. This can't be happening... He thought This has to be a dream... This-

Something sounded off. The beeps were getting... faster? Alastor looked up and stared at the monitors. He didn't understand any of them, there were so many, but something was happening. He watched numbers flicker and change when suddenly he felt a tug at his hand.

You didn't make a sound or hardly move but you're squeezed his hand. Alastor had never been so hopeful for something so small. He shot out of his chair with enough force to tip it over behind him.

"Darling!?" Alastor firmly gripped your hand and leaned over you. He let his free hand brush your hair out of your face as he asked, "Darling, please, for the love of god- Can you hear me?"

He waited, and waited some more. Suddenly her felt your hand squeeze him again while he searched your face for any signs, "oh my god-" He whispered to himself as he watched your face twitch with pain before your eyes flickered open. With lightning speed Alastor ran to the door of your room and swung it open, "Someone get a nurse!" He shouted into the hallway, "Please!" He ignored most of the odd stares he was getting.

It wasn't a second later that a small team of nurses rushed in to check on you. You had certainly woken up and the tubes down your throat were not comfortable at all. The intubation tubes were removed, along with the feeding tubes, while others updated your stats. Alastor waited nervously in the corner of the room as he watched a team of people work over you. He felt so helpless that he couldn't watch for long. He'd leave the room and wait in the hallway, trying his best to ignore the painful coughs and groans as tubes were pulled out of your throat.

When the nurses left, Alastor quickly went back into the room and to your side. You had only just started breathing on your own again. It was much harder to breathe than ever before, but you still managed. You were still groggy, swore, and very much in pain. Despite this, you still let the smallest and weakest smile crawl along your lips, "Hey..." Was the first thing you said to your husband.

You watched as Alastor's eyes flickered all over your form. From the casts, the pins, the cuts, and bruises. He searched your face for serval minutes than began a weak laugh that sounded similar to a cry, "H-hey..." He said with a long sigh, he even tried to wear a smile that just didn't sit right on his face.

"Al..." You raised a weak and tired hand to his face. He immediately pressed his cheek into the palm of your hand and shook his head, "I'm sorry," You said. But you had nothing to be sorry for, you didn't cause this or intend for it to happen.

He couldn't say anything, Alastor was too caught up with his feelings. You watched him break down all over again as if he was still living with the fear that you might die, "Hey- hey," You raised your hand slightly and made him look at you, "I'm alright," It was hard to see him so broken down like this, "I'm okay, I'm here." You reassured him, "I'm not going anywhere."

Alastor shook his head quickly as if he didn't want to bother you with his feelings. He sucked in a quick gasp for air then sobbed out, "I'm not strong enough to deal with something like this- Ever-.... I can't lose you." He said quickly.

You couldn't really scoot over but thankfully the bed was rather large. You gave Alastor's arm a tug and he quickly climb in and curled up beside you. He was careful to stay clear of any broken bones as he made himself comfortable.

You stared at the ceiling while Alastor shut his eyes and buried himself into the crook of your neck, you used your free hand to comb his hair despite the pain it caused you to move, "That's alright," You finally told him, "No one is strong enough to deal with something like this. You're normally so tough and good at hiding your emotions. But you don't have to do that. I'm alive, I lived, I can be tough enough for the both of us, even if it's just for today."

Alastor curled himself as close as he could beside you. He wanted nothing more than to hide and forget about this day, he knew how impossible that was but he still wanted it. You could feel his tears running from his face and onto your skin. He couldn't stop crying when normally he never cried. He didn't even cry at his mother's funeral. Even though you were the one in the car accident, somehow you felt that Alastor was in the most pain.

"Please don't ever leave me," His voice was raspy and broken as he spoke against the skin of your neck.

With a sad and sorry look on your face, you did your best to pull him closer and wrap your arm around him. You pressed your forehead against his and you felt a set of tears drop from your eyes. You did your best to smile as you spoke, "I won't," You promised, "I'll never leave you, I'll always be here."

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #hotel #alastor x reader #alastor x you #alastor / reader #alastor / you #reader insert #x reader #alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #human!alastor #human!reader #modern!au #angst #angsty #not fluffy #not cute

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marmolady · 3 years ago

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The Fountain

Main Pairings: Estela x (f)MC

Summary: Post-EndlessEnding. A Broken Chains AU. The world has been restored, but at the price of Taylor's life. And Estela isn't ready to let her go.

Word Count: 2121

Warnings: Major character death.

Tagging: @saivilo, @edgydepressedchoicesthot, @sceptilemasterr, @greengroove

Hug prompts-- 29. group hug. Thanks @mauvecatfic! I'll make Raj's next hugs more cheerful.

Through the rumblings of an oncoming rainstorm, the silent figure of Estela Montoya limped and crawled through the thick La Huerta jungle, driven by a thought that had become a need… to see the face of her beloved again, to hear her voice. It spurred her on, a tiny glimmer of something worth living for that she clung to with desperation that increased with every unsteady step.

Estela’s last memory of her wife, of her beautiful Taylor, wouldn’t be that hollow shell-- bloodless, devoid of all the fire and spirit… all the easy warmth that should have been there-- that she’d laid sobbing next to the dark medical room. No. She was going to take her minute more. Everyone else… they had a world raised from the dead; a world that meant absolutely fucking nothing to Estela now. After everything she’d sacrificed… god, Taylor… the world owed her that moment.

The Fountain of Youth was a long and arduous trek from Elyys’tel at the best of times, but half-dragging a savaged leg, it was near insurmountable. If it weren’t for the promise of hearing that voice, of seeing those sapphire eyes alight with life… well, Estela would endure the harrowing journey over again if that was the end. Her knees, the heels of her hands… they were badly grazed and muddied from catching herself as she’d stumbled again and again. Her senses, usually alert to her surroundings, had been dulled by the haze of grief that preoccupied her every thought. She was lucky to have gotten all this way through La Huerta’s treacherous jungles without coming to serious harm, but it was of little concern to Estela. The worst that could happen was that she’d die. And that…. In all honesty, it would be welcome. What was there worth surviving for now? Were it not for all that had been sacrificed so that she might live, she’d end her fucking life herself and be done with it. There was no future… no future save for this time they had together. When their moment was over, Estela would be once again plunged into the abyss that was the depth of her grief, an abyss that would surely swallow her up. She couldn’t look that far ahead-- she just couldn’t. She had to keep it together for Taylor… one last time.

Estela fell to her knees as she came through the doorway of the abandoned temple. Dread flooded her body. All that was left now was for her to summon the courage to reach out to the woman she loved from across time… to do so knowing that she’d been setting in motion the last minute they’d have together. Once it was done it was done; that much she as certain of. She could keep going back to that tree until she drove herself to insanity-- but doing so would be to inflict that pain on Taylor, forever colouring her too-short life with a darkness she didn’t deserve. Just once. Just once in the rest of her life-- that wasn’t asking too much, was it? Estela’s stomach turned as she thought it out. There had been no thinking it out while she’d slogged through the jungle; she’d moved onwards robotically, her mind and body detached from one another while grief drove her to the last hope, the last scrap of her person. Only now did she doubt everything. She hauled herself back to her feet, her weakened leg trembling violently beneath her weight. And she kept walking forwards, all the while her mind whirred.

It wasn’t as though Taylor would see this future, see the heartbreak in her wife’s eyes, and be able to change the path she’d set herself on. This path had tortured Taylor. She’d sacrificed herself because she simply couldn’t live with the alternative. And she’d died with hope. A hope that had been for naught, a spark extinguished along with the life in her eyes, but a hope that had given Taylor the courage to give away her very life force. What right did Estela have to take that away?

But I need her. I need her!

She’s gone.

The minute would be over and… Taylor would still be… gone. Would Estela hurt any less? No, but she’d endure a world of pain for even a second of feeling Taylor’s presence there with her. She’d endure it again and again, over and over until it killed her.

If it’s gonna hurt her…?

Estela’s shallow breathing became even more rapid as she stood before the tree. Tears spilled down her dirty cheeks. Blind grief had gotten her this far, but she’d been so blind. She couldn’t do this. Not now, not ever.

Taylor was dead. Dead and gone. They’d said their goodbyes down beneath Atropo, before Taylor had touched that damned crystal. She’d close her eyes and see the terrible, sickening way her sweet Taylor had writhed in agony… the way her face lost almost all semblance of her self as it contorted with the pain. As Estela had seen again and again, near constantly since she’d woken to a healed world, but a world without Taylor. It was more than she could bear.

With tears and snot rolling into her mouth, dripping from her chin, she stumbled toward the tree… toward the Fountain of Youth. If she was careful, if she thought it through properly, she could find solace elsewhere. Panting for air, Estela wiped her face hurriedly. She couldn’t be crying for this, no matter how much she was tearing up inside.

She’d told herself she wouldn’t do it. It was risky; she’d need to be certain not to say or do a thing that could alter the events that would shape, well, everything. But it was different now. She needed it; she needed her mom to tell her everything would be okay. Because the person she’d otherwise have turned to was lost forever, and… because it wasn’t okay…. She wasn’t… she wasn’t.

Raising her hand to the tree’s surface, Estela closed her eyes and imagined her mother’s face… the words of comfort that would come. Just enough… just enough to keep her from crumbling. But as her fingers were about to graze the bark, she hesitated. That face in her mind warped with shock and fear. Of course. That fucking scar. She wouldn’t even be able to get a single word out before it would be clear to Olivia that something had gone wrong… that she’d been badly hurt. Estela felt the cold weight of her heart sink down to her toes. She… couldn’t do that to her mama.

A tortured cry wrenched itself from Estela’s lungs as she threw her body forward against the hard, cold bricks. There were no more loopholes… no cheats that could give her even a moment more of an existence that wasn’t this fucking, fucking nightmare. She screamed into the damp ground, and screamed until her throat and lungs were raw.

Why did she have to go on living?

It was like she was drawn to people who were like her-- people who cared too much, people who would die for a cause. They’d die and they’d leave her. She’d tried to warn Taylor off; ‘you get close to me, you’ll get hurt’. Bullshit. Because no matter how Estela might put her life on the line for what she believed in, somehow she ended up the one still breathing. But she didn’t fucking want to. She didn’t want to live anymore. She didn’t… want to….

She howled.

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A small party emerged at last from the thickest part of the forest, the ruins of No’ox Naj illuminated by a flash of lightning as if to welcome them to shelter.

Shivering from the wet that sent a chill to his bones, Diego huddled close to Varyyn, who guided him with a gentle steer of a long and muscular arm.

“You must watch your step. It would be easy to slip on the wet moss.”

Gazing around the temple, taking in the gloom that hung there, Raj shuddered violently. “Maybe it was all that talk of ghosts and the whole ‘dead Zahra’ thing, but this place just gives me the heebies….”

“Well, yeah. That’d… that’d do it.”

“Estela?” Quinn called out, her voice echoing off the stone walls. “Esteeelllaaaa…!”

No answer. Diego’s heart sank. He’d been so sure he’d been onto something. Not only was this place a strong connection to the Endless-- and by association, with Taylor-- but it held within a magic gift that could never be more tempting than it was right now.

“We should go further in,” he decided. If this ‘Fountain of Youth’ thing did work, maybe they could ask…? The thought made a hard lump rise in his throat. The thought of seeing Taylor again. But they couldn’t… they couldn’t.

“You’re right,” Michelle agreed. “As if Estela ever comes running when anyone calls her name at the best of times…. If she’s anywhere, she took herself there to be alone; she was never going to make this easy.”

Diego winced so hard he was certain it hadn’t gone unnoticed by a single one of the group. She’d have come running for Taylor. Every time. He cleared his throat. “We should at least check around the tree. Um, maybe check in with the others?”

Somehow, he’d found himself leading the search party. A role, he was so painfully aware, that would usually have naturally fallen to Taylor. That should still be falling to Taylor. His imaginary friend had left him, so… so it was time to grow up. To step up. He supposed it helped that everyone was handling him with kid gloves just as they were Estela; if Diego needed something to happen, everyone just about fell over themselves to make it happen. Right now, all he wanted-- all any of them wanted-- was to know that Estela was safe. If anything happened to her now….

Quinn checked her phone; still a bizarre feeling after so many months without such communications. Her face fell, even expecting no different to the response she got. “Still nothing on their end. But the Elysian could take days to check properly, even with whatever scans Iris has access to, and all the cameras-- just because they haven’t found her there yet, doesn’t mean….”

“We’re not losing anyone else!” Michelle said shrilly as she paced the floor. “I’ve just lost one sister and I’m not about to… about to….” She gasped and dissolved into sobs. “…Taylor would be losing her mind.”

There was a shuffling sound… stumbling feet. Everyone hushed, a joint breath held.

Limping into view, one hand-- stained with blood as were her forehead and knees-- propping her up with the wall as she came forward; Estela.

“It’s okay. I… I’m safe.”

Safe. Not ‘okay’, but safe. It was all she could give them.

She could have hidden away. Her friends--- though she loved them so much-- were living reminders of what had been torn away. She could not look at a one of them and not see Taylor.

“Oh, thank god!” Michelle exclaimed, and she rushed forward. She had a moment’s hesitation, holding back from taking her friend in her arms and squeezing her to within an inch of her life, not knowing if any physical show of affection would be welcomed. But Estela reached out, her eyes welling, and Michelle guided her into an embrace.

The feeling of being taken in a friends arms, of being held… it was wonderful, and yet it hurt, and all at once the dam broke and Estela could not have held back her tears if she’d wanted to. She collapsed to the cold, damp floor, eased down by her friend's steadying arms.

Raj was next in-- never one to hold back when a group hug was in the offing. As he got down on the ground, Estela flopped forward and cried into his chest. There was nothing to say, so he just wrapped her in a hug and squeezed her there, while Diego and Varyyn, and Quinn piled in too. There they wept together. Sharing in loss and relief and exhaustion and a deep and overpowering sadness.

In the centre of the mass of arms and bodies, Estela closed her eyes against Raj’s warm chest… surrounded in a scent so reminiscent of happy memories and better days when the world was not so dark… feasts and laughter and… her. Her Taylor. She sighed deeply… and let herself feel it.

The comfort she needed was right there. It wasn’t enough-- how could it be when her world had ended?-- but it was warmth and it was love, and her heart was not breaking alone.

#endless summer #playchoices #estela montoya #estela x mc

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blushnik · 4 years ago

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I love love your works and posts. Always looking forward to more content from you. Anyways my question is that in Punisher season 2 really trashed billy. What do you think about it. Personally I Hate Krista and Madani. Do you think billy and frank would have eventually started a relationship if billy hadn't been outed for betrayal.

*SOBBING HAPPY NOISES* Lemme just- uh, lemme calm down, this was so much praise I didn't expect to see when opening the inbox 😭🙏💙💙💙💙💙💙

Okay, now to your question *breathing exercises initiated*

First, I just wanna say that I kinda pushed the entire season 2 out of my mind, especially THAT part (y'all know what I'm talking about, I ain't gonna say it out loud) cause it just really hurts but xD I think I can handle it for this one occasion.

Season 2 really went ahead and said: Let's just punish Billy Russo for 13 episodes straight, yeah? Cause the show's name is PUNISHER. And he's PUNISHER's nemesis, right? So we PUNISH him, that makes sense, right? *clown mask here* And people will totally cheer when we finally get rid of him cause he's BAD and deserved to be PUNISHED, RIGHT? *clown levels intensify*

Lemme just point out that Billy Russo DID get his punishment when Frank introduced him, quite intimately, to a mirror. He suffered consequences of it during his coma in his dreams and after with memory loss and all conditions that came with it. And that'd be okay to have at the start but NOT FOR THIRTEEN FKING EPISODES.

You can't beat up a character that much, for that long, and then expect us to be cheering when he meets the shittiest end you could possibly think of. Not to even mention the monumental waste of potential in that story.

Remembering what he did and being told what he did are two VERY different things. If he doesn't remember shit then ofc it doesn't make sense to him how could he ever betray Frank like that. For all he knows, everyone just turned against HIM and made up this lie, his best friends and people he cared about going after him for – in Billy's eyes – no reason. Forget Maria and kids and Rawlins, just the fact my best friend, the only person I ever truly felt connected to and trusted and cared about ground my face against a broken mirror would be A LOT to process.

I seriously expected Billy to remember what he's done somewhere in the middle but somehow the writers thought new characters nobody cares about and an overly complex plot is a better way to go? That letting Billy be just a confused screaming crying mess for the entirety of season 2 while ten meaningless subplots get resolved so he can die right after will somehow work?

Look, I get he was supposed to lose everything he had in season 1, that being not only his wealth and company and good looks (he's still hot shut up and those feeble scars, bitch, what was that, Shadow and Bone did a better job at doing accurate scars) but also his self-control, his control over his emotions, composure, his ability to keep his cool, smooth-talking, etc.

But you can't let him be the victim and then expect the audience to not empathize with him or feel sorry for him and to NOT be okay when he dies right after it seems he finally found some peace, happiness, and love (I hate Krista too but shit, he was so happy with those stupid flowers, Ben sure knew what he was doing when he gave those blue flowers to Alina right before everything turned to shit).

Granted, he did shitty things in season 1 and season 2 too but the difference is this;

In season 1, those were his conscious choices. He never was a victim even in his own story. He knew he stepped on other people in order to get himself higher, he decided when it comes down to it, better someone else than him. He decided that after building himself up, no price was too great to pay just to make sure he was never hitting the bottom again and he had no problem with doing it because he's incapable of compassion and 'even though he loves Frank more than anything or anyone, Billy loves himself just a bit more' – Ben Barnes' words, not mine.

But in season 2, he doesn't know about any of that. He does feel like a victim because from his POV, everyone is simply attacking and somebody close to him hurt him for things he can't believe he did because at that point, he believed he would NEVER be capable of doing such things. And when he does something shitty – it's because he feels attacked, he feels like he needs to protect himself and that he's pushed towards it.

Pretty fking hard to see him as a villain, at least for me -.-

It's almost like the writers were too scared to explore that emotional turmoil and impact it would have on him and how it'd change his character if he remembered. Which is SUCH a shame it hurts. Ben Barnes has put so much nuance and depth into Billy's character, he had dimensions and so many layers so just imagine what it would be to have all of that go through some serious angst and explore his relationship with Frank further.

But no.

Instead, we get this imitation of angst where Billy Russo becomes a punching bag and we're supposed to go OOOH HE STILL EVIL BITCH when he darest to punch back.

And don't get me started on the worst character kill-off I've ever seen. Just no. I am not even sharing my opinions on this cause it's too much to think about.

So there you have it, season 2 is trash in my opinion, they really did Billy so dirty while throwing in subplots and characters that were absolutely unnecessary to have. It could totally be just about Frank and Billy trying to come to some closure (violent or not) and maybe Dinah sprinkled in cause she got a lot of beef with Billy too.

Now just to quickly answer the other question, would they have started the relationship eventually if Billy wasn't outed for betrayal?

Marvel and the Mouse are cowards so ofc not in the canon, but in my humble hcs opinion, ofc YES. Frank's the only one Billy feels a connection with and vice versa. And while it's easier for Frank to care for other people than it is for Billy (since, unlike Billy, Frank is capable of compassion), nobody gets him and accepts him the way Billy does. I like to think of that quote from the Darkling for this:

"I've seen what you truly are and I've never turned away."

That's Billy @ Frank. Together with the reasons, I listed in the previous ask where I pointed out how they complement each other ^^

PS: I just wanna say I actually love Dinah but it may be because of my hcs. She was really getting on my nerves at the beginning and then I just made up stuff in my head that made me really fond of her, like Dinah dating Karen Page and being the good bro for Frank and Billy.

Thank you for the reading if you made it this far, THANK YOU for the kind words and keep invading my inbox if you like 🥰💙💙

#asks #brank #frankenbilly #billy russo x frank castle #frank x billy #more brank rant #i love you anon 💙

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hesther-mcg · 4 years ago

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chained

➥ pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

➥ summary: the one where two people are chained to one another, hopelessly in love but every bit of wrong for one another

➥ rating: angst, song fic, biker!bucky au

➥ warnings: explicit language, mentions of toxic relationship

➥ a/n: happy valentines day! in the name of irony i’m going to post this today, bc i can. this has been rattling around in my noggin for a bit now and i actually rlly like this. i hope u do too. i highly recommend listening to the song while reading, its also available on spotify.

chained :: elle king ft. cameron neal chained marvel m. list

We can run away, but we can’t hide for long

And all that lingers harms us

She’d tried it—moving houses, running away from the problems she was used to, changing things. She’d already tried it, and it had worked beautifully at first. The high of being in a new place, a place all to themselves, it was wonderful. And it had brought out the man she had started to believe was gone, the man she’d loved for so many suns and so many moons; years of her life having been spent growing alongside him, and she felt nothing short of complete satisfaction.

“Thanks for running away with me,” she’d whispered to him in the late hours of the night, head rested on his bare chest and his calloused hand running up and down over the delicate skin of her back.

“I’ll go wherever you want me to, babe,” was his promise, spoken softly into the dark with a tenderness reserved for her heart and ears only.

But all good things came to an end, and her life had brought truth to that statement. Things settled, routines came back and everything that lingered became visible. The issues that remained, the unspoken anger and unresolved conflicts rearing their ugly heads once again. She’d tried to pack up her life and her love and run away, but she was learning that she couldn’t hide for long.

I can lie to you, but the truth comes alive

Every time I die saying goodbye

Everything was a slow progression, the honeymoon phase wearing off slowly but surely; the conflicts creeping in where they weren’t welcomed. Again, everything was fine at first, they seemed to move as a team and it filled her heart with a warmth almost indescribable—they were so much of the same mind, in her eyes.

But then things drifted off course, the scales tipped in every which way except balanced—right where she wanted, and irritation grew to be the default when she saw his hands reach for the motorcycle keys. Betrayal became the default when she looked away from him and nodded her head, giving a flat and unconvincing ‘I’m okay,’ or ‘have fun.’ Hurt became the default when she bit her tongue until her mouth filled with the taste of crimson copper and her sobs shook her entire body, the sound of a roaring motorcycle engine filling the house.

She could lie, but he always knew. They had their problems, they battled through their conflicts, but they were still positive and negative forces magnetically pulling the other closer, two links in a chain stuck together for eternity.

Cause I don’t want to change

but I can’t stay this way

Love was a lot of things; sometimes she thought of it as something warm and familiar and safe, and other times she was convinced it was the chain that kept her around. She loved him, god damnit did she love James Barnes, but she knew that she was nearing her limit. Her heart could only take so much before she’d lose herself completely, and then she was done for beyond that point. Forever damaged; irreparable.

When Y/N thought about a life where she was on her own, miles upon miles away from the man she only wanted love and comfort from, her chest felt similar to how she imagined a sinkhole made the earth feel. The memories they shared, the laughs and the cries and the endless fun, it would forever haunt her if she were to leave—but one could argue that they already haunted her, already plagued her thoughts and dreams and every second she was breathing.

“What do you want?!” He’d screamed when she’d brought up her concerns, arms raised in the air and brows furrowed.

“Things can’t stay this way, James,” she’d stressed, fingers knotting her hair as they frantically ran through the strands.

And I don’t even mind staying chained, and thinking of you

Thinking of you

“What if I don’t wanna change?”

The breath had caught in her throat at his words, heart sinking to the pits of her stomach as her teary eyes bore into his, his figure blurry but radiating frustration.

“Then I’ll leave,” she threatened, the words burning her mouth as she spoke them. “I love you but I won’t let that stop me.”

But she always did—when he crawled into bed with slow movements and gentle hands, words soft, sweet, and oh so guilty. Apologies and false promises, admissions of love and sweet nothings, it mended her heart for the time being and she remained in the same place.

Is it up to me?

It’s always been up to you to find the peace we needed to

Strength had been dwindling, strength to fight for a relationship immersed in chaos. When things blew up, when the road grew rocky and dangerous and sometimes even lethal, it’d always been her to struggle putting the pieces back together. His words of affirmation and endless charm was the glue that only temporarily mended the cracks, but it was her will and her strive that got them there in the end.

Strength was dwindling, and she was starting to give up. “It’s always been up to me, James,” she’d told him, voice quiet, scratchy, and broken. “It’s always been me, but it’s on you now.”

He hadn’t responded, lips slightly parted as he took in the way that she didn’t even bother looking at him. He knew he’d been digging a grave, and he was starting to see that eventually he’d have to lie in it if he didn’t straighten up. The problems in their lives, in both him and her, they were deeply rooted and while she’d been trying to hack away at them, he’d only been watering them.

Is it said and done, is it carved in the stone?

How many days is it gonna take ‘til we get back home?

Most days, he did nothing but convince her that their fate was sealed—that their ultimate demise on the horizon and refused to move for anything. She’d tried and tried to tell herself that that wasn’t the truth, exalted all resources willing into existence the fact that they were meant to be—stuck together for the trials and tribulations that life undoubtedly bring them.

Things could change, and perhaps they would; nothing was said and done for them because only Y/N could write her story and only she could choose her ending.

But the harder she held on, the longer the path seemed to be. If what they had was a journey through struggle and strife, then the journey seemed years and years long—an endless battle to just make it through the days to even see the end of the road, and it more often than not left her wondering how long it would take before they would make it back home. How long would it be before they returned to where they started—sickeningly sweet, head over heels in love and willing to do anything under the sun for one another.

Cause I don’t want to change

But I can’t stay this way

If this was what growth was, then she wished someone had told her of how painful it was. It felt like scratchy throats from screaming matches, aching chests from nights spent clawing away at the burning skin, and so many more things that weren’t even worth listing. The point of it was that she was finally reaching the point where the door was opening, creaking slowly and revealing the outside world where she could escape.

Y/N didn’t want to escape, but she was starting to see that maybe it was what she needed to do. At one point she had loved her life because he had made the sun shine brighter every day and the stars twinkle a little more each night, and while she longed for that version of James he was not anywhere in sight—and hadn’t been for a long time.

She knew she couldn’t stay this way, she knew it and felt like a complete idiot every time she saw her own reflection, but, much like the aforementioned growth, this change was just as painful. And pain was something she’d felt enough of.

And I don’t even mind staying chained, and thinking of you

Thinking of you

The doors had all been slammed, every single one had the unfortunate fate of being in the path of an angry James, and a few of them hadn’t survived and refused to close completely.

“Why do you want to leave so bad, huh? If you don’t wanna be here then just fucking leave!” The emotional torment was clear as day in his voice as he screamed to the top of his lungs, and it tore her heart to shreds.

“You know damn well why!” She’d shouted back, face beet red as her chest violently heaved. “I don’t fucking deserve this, Buck, and I’m sick and tired of it!” Her nerves buzzed under the surface of her skin and she could feel her pulse in her face, and the man before her only stared back with dark eyes.

“You won’t change,” she’d sobbed. “You won’t and you know it, and if you loved me you would.”

“Y/N—” he’d started, taking a step forward but she’d held her hands out, pushing herself against the wall to get further away.

“No.” Her words were shaky yet void of fear; actually, James could hear the grit that she’d developed after dealing with his shit for so long and he felt his chest cave in slightly. “You stay there and you listen to me.”

Will you wake me up? Will you shake me up?

Cause I’m losing my way in the game

The cracks and creases on her heart deepened greatly, and when they did so she felt every bit of it. The way his eyes bore into hers, as if he was searching her soul like he’d done so many times before, made her look away—for this time she couldn’t trust him to search with good intentions.

“I’ve tried for a long time to make this work, and you can’t tell me you don’t see it. You’re not stupid, James; don’t pretend to be.” She’d shook her head with her last statement, hair going every which way and tears almost filled his eyes because she was right. “But it wont work if something doesn’t give and I’ve given enough!”

He nodded lamely, because that’s all he could think to do. He knew she didn’t want his words, they didn’t matter right now.

“Are you even serious about this? About us? You know this isn’t a joke, this is MY life! It goes way beyond just you and your issues and your anger,” her arms waved around in the air. “James, I’m losing myself in this and you’re supposed to save me!”

The tears did fill his eyes then, stinging the blue orbs and causing him to blink rapidly. He felt like shit, and every bone in his body ached with guilt.

Even at our best, my love

Neither one of us was ever really good enough

The realization that some things truly weren’t meant to be, that some people really weren’t meant to be together, was a tough pill to swallow. Y/N felt herself choke on it multiple times throughout the years, but it was finally down and done with. She couldn’t say if they were never meant to meet, or just never meant to stay together, but either way she knew that they were a recipe for disaster.

Her chemicals and his mixed together didn’t make the love that lasted a lifetime, the kind that made it through the dark and the light of the rocky road through life. They made poison, a stunning and paralyzing formula of toxic traits and deep rooted issues. They weren’t a match; even at their best they were never compatible—just too blind and in love to see it.

“I don’t know why I can’t change, and I will always stay this way,” she sang softly, her heartbreak shining through under the bright lights of the stage in a bar miles and miles away from the man she loved. The band behind her kept up well, putting the raw emotion behind every beat and note that this song required, and for that she was grateful. It was a slight break in the constant dull that she felt, a break that she was beginning to believe she wouldn’t see in her lifetime.

“And I don’t even mind staying chained,” the drawl in her voice was nothing short of old soul and broken dreams, and it wouldn’t have fit in anywhere other than the rundown bar filled with folks of a similar kind. She’d worn heartache daily long before she walked away from that house, but now it never seemed to wipe off. It was never ending, and so was the thought of him. She truly was chained to him, and sometimes in the middle of tear filled nights she told herself that he was still chained to her as well. “And thinking of you.”

Thinking of you, thinking of you, thinking of you.

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What Heroes Do

Category: Action, Drama

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Characters: Eijirou Kirishima

Hello, everyone! I’m super excited to post my piece for the @kirishimabigbang! I hope you all enjoy this action-packed piece about how Eijirou adjusts to life as a pro hero!

A low growl rumbled in Eijirou’s throat as sweat beaded on his flushed skin and his muscles ached with exertion. Even with his full body hardened, he could not escape the effects of the strain he was forced to endure at the moment. He struggled to keep his breathing steady, letting out little puffs of air before sucking fresh breaths in. Easy does it, Eijirou. Come on, body! Don’t quit on me now! he encouraged himself, his feet sliding a little across the concrete as he braced himself better. His biceps flexed powerfully as they strained to continue holding up the fire-engine-red automobile he currently had lifted up by its bumper.

Whatever you do, you can’t drop this car! He thought as he clenched his teeth, his vermillion eyes flickering to the pair of legs sticking out from the underside of the car. Though Eijirou preached “mind over matter” to himself like a mantra, his body had reached its limit after holding up the automobile for a nearly hour-long operation. His arms began to quake, and the car squeaked a little as he dropped it a good six inches. He groaned loudly, hunching down into a squat and pushing his palms into the underside of the bumper so hard that his hardened skin scratched the paint. Just as he was about to warn that his strength was going to give out, the would-be mechanic pushed himself out from underneath the vehicle.

“Phew! Thank ya, Red Riot. I can’t believe I forgot the jack at home. What a day to get an oil leak, eh?” The civilian laughed as he wiped oil off his brow, smudging the thick brown-black liquid across his forehead. Eijirou released a wheedling breath as he half-dropped, half-set the car back down on the ground. Using the trunk of the vehicle to support his weight, he took a minute to catch his breath, sucking in big gulps of air. He managed to find the strength to give the man a dismissive wave.

“No… No problem…” he wheezed, deactivating his Quirk. He flinched at the all-too-familiar sensation of sweat sticking to his hot skin. “That’s what heroes are for, after all… No problem’s too small…” He smiled charmingly as he flicked his sweat-soaked bangs out of his face and looked up at the man. When the civilian opened the driver’s side door, ensuring that everything was in proper order, Eijirou muttered several curses under his breath and allowed the pain pulsing through his muscles to show through an agonized scowl. As soon as the man turned back, he painted that cheesy shark-toothed smile on his face.

“I can’t thank you enough,” the man insisted, his face shining pink with both exertion and gratitude. “Is there anything I can do for you, sir? A coffee, perhaps, or some lunch?”

Eijirou’s weary smile widened and he gave another nonchalant wave, finally finding the strength to straighten up to his full— and impressive— height. Clearly unnerved by Eijirou’s six-foot-something musclebound figure, the small civilian compulsively straightened as well, though his head probably only just barely brushed the underside of the hero's metal faceplate-bound chin.

“No, that isn’t necessary. Just get home safe,” Eijirou replied with a laugh, falling into a lunge to work out his aching calf and thigh muscles. After a bit of stretching, the fierce burn in his body dwindled a bit, and he gave the man a jovial wave. “All right, I’m off. Watch that car of yours, okay?” He winked before whirling on his heel to trot down the sidewalk. The man called after him, though Eijirou didn’t hear what he said.

As soon as he turned the corner into a deserted alleyway, he stopped to heave a sigh and plank against the grimy, damp wall. A muffled scream leaked out between his clenched teeth, and the iron of his face plate banged against the brick as he hit his forehead against the wall a few times. The frustration that had bubbled up inside his body dwindled as soon as it came, leaving him achy and blue. With lidded eyes, he gazed down at the fabric of his pants and his metal-plated shoes.

“I never imagined I would be using my totally manly Quirk and costume to help guys fix holes in their oil tanks on the side of the road,” he grumbled, and a flush of guilt immediately followed. With another sigh, he flopped around so his back was now to the wall; the brick scraped his skin as he slowly sunk down into a crouch, rubbing at his eyes with the heels of his palms.

He knew that he shouldn’t be complaining; he’d only graduated a short time ago, after all, so it made sense that he would be sent out to do the grunt work while the higher-ups tackled the big jobs. Nonetheless, Eijirou just couldn’t help but feel unfulfilled. The most exciting thing he’d seen in the several months since he’d joined the agency was a stick-up of a candy store because some thirteen-year-old with a very realistic water gun wanted to nick some chocolate bars without paying. He knew it was wrong of him to wish trouble on anyone, but he craved the adrenaline, the thrill of the chase and the takedown. Groaning, he tipped his head back to look up at the sky. The sun was sinking towards the horizon, meaning his shift would be ending soon.

“So ends another day in paradise.” He smiled wanly before pushing himself to his feet and trudging down the path back towards the agency.

His return was just as uneventful as the rest of his hero duty, so he soon found himself showered, changed, and on the bullet train home. He blinked sleepily as he clutched the silver handrail above his head. In his state of exhaustion, the gently rocking of the train car and the hum of conversation lulled him into drowsiness. His eyes drooped and he stifled a yawn with his free hand. I can’t wait to get in bed, he thought, smiling sleepily as he envisioned the embrace of his mattress and comforter. Just as his eyes shut and his body began to sway with the onset of sleep, the train lurched violently.

“What the—?” His exclamation was drowned out by the startled screams of the other passengers. Eijirou expected to hear the screeching of the brakes echoing through the bullet train tunnel, but instead, he felt the train lurch the other way— it was speeding up? As his mind whirled with confusion, the overhead speaker system buzzed to life.

“Attention passengers. This is not your captain speaking.”

A confused and frightened hush descended over the train car. His instincts buzzing, Eijirou gripped the handle as he leaned forward, eyes narrowed as he trained his ears on the voice echoing down from the gray speaker just above the door.

“You are now our hostages.”

Another chorus of screams and gasps rippled across the crowd. Children looked to their mothers in fright, tears beading in their eyes as they began to bawl and cling to sleeves and skirts. Many of the stout men paled as nervous sweat appeared on their foreheads, and quite a few of them clasped the hands of their significant others to squeeze them painfully tight. An old woman seemed unbothered by the threat, continuing her sudoku puzzle as if it were just another evening train ride.

“This train is now hurtling at rising speed. Inevitably, it will derail, causing catastrophic damage and countless casualties. Most, if not all, of you will perish in a maelstrom of steel and fire.” As more of the civilians began to openly weep, Eijirou felt his body flush hot with anger at the trainjacker’s mocking theatrics. The young hero also felt a cold rush of guilt follow, quenching the heat to turn his blood to ice. That selfish, selfish part of him had wished for something like this— and, even worse, he was enjoying it. His body sung with adrenaline, pumping through his veins to send every part of him on high-alert. He twitched incessantly, gripping the handlebar above his head and involuntarily activating his Quirk. Sparks rained down in his hair as his hardened skin scraped the metal.

Hurry up and finish your speech already, jerk, so I can kick your ass!

“What can you do? The answer is nothing. We have taken the train engineers hostage, and within each train car are several of my henchmen who are ready to deal with anyone who decides to get… rowdy. I advise you all to simply sit quietly and ponder whether the Japanese government considers your lives worth several hundred million yen.” With a cruel laugh, the villain cut off the speaker feed, leaving the train car deathly quiet. A few broken sobs and petulant whispers echoed in the metal box as the civilians looked around, wondering which of them could be the devils in disguise.

Eijirou dropped his arms to roll his shoulders, craning his head to the left and right to crack his vertebrae. He bounced on his heels, grinning widely as he allowed the adrenaline to overtake him. There was no time to worry about his selfish wishes and the universe’s dramatic answer… Right now, there were people who needed saving. As he extended his back, groaning in satisfaction as his vertebrae popped, a large man in a beanie, gray sweater, black cargo pants, and combat boots rose from where he was sitting. The fabric of his hat brushed the top of the roof as he squinted at Eijirou, who straightened up with a smirk.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” the stranger growled.

“Gettin’ rowdy,” the redhead replied cheerfully before socking the villain right in the jaw with a hardened fist. The man spun on his heel, his head snapping to the side with an audible crack. His jaw dangled uselessly as he stumbled in place in a daze before he crumpled to the floor, unconscious. It seemed he was the only villain stationed in this train car because no one rose to avenge him— or they simply were too frightened to bother after Eijirou had cold-cocked the hulking man without flinching. As shocked gasps, sobs of relief, and nervous reproach rippled through the train car, Eijirou rose his hands placatingly.

“It’s all right, everyone! I’m a pro hero!” he assured them with his signature shark-toothed grin. “Everything is going to be all right.” While a few of them sank into their seats in relief, most of them looked at the eighteen-year-old with doubt. Eijirou tried to hide the droop in his smile as he debated on what to do. The hostage negotiators were probably bickering with the villains, but there was no guarantee that they would succeed; worse, it could all be one big farce, and the psychopaths could have no intentions of letting anyone escape the train alive. The only sure-fire way to know what’s going on is to head to the front of the train! he decided.

“Are you gonna go fight the bad guys?” a little boy piped up as Eijirou began moving toward the door adjoining the next car. Grinning, Eijirou spun around to give the child a thumbs-up.

“That’s right! That’s what heroes do, after all!”

The little boy sucked in an awed breath, his eyes blowing wide with admiration. Invigorated by the plucky lad, Eijirou’s chest swelled as he strutted confidently up to the door, pausing to peer through the window. Another lone man stood in the middle of the aisle, with a strange purple gas floating around them. All the passengers were slumped over in their seats or crumpled to the floor, apparently asleep.

That’s one way to keep people from getting rowdy, Eijirou frowned, ripping off a large chunk of his tee shirt. A couple of high school girls sitting near him could barely suppress their squeals as the action revealed the chiseled planes of his abs, and he tossed them a wink before tying the fabric around the bottom half of his face. It wouldn’t prevent all of the strange mist from entering his system, but would hopefully buy him enough time to subdue the enemy and slip into the next train car.

He carefully watched the man’s movements until he inevitably turned his back. Sucking in a breath, Eijirou swung the car door open and bum-rushed the man, charging down the aisle like a linebacker. By the time the villain had turned around, Eijirou was driving his hardened elbow right into his solar plexus. The man wheezed, eyes rolling into the back of his head and spittle flying from his mouth as the breath was knocked from his body. He flew backward, slamming into the door with his head colliding with the glass window. As it shattered around the crown of his scalp, he crumpled, bleeding and unconscious.

The noise attracted the attention of the occupants of the next car, including the villain’s lackeys; Eijirou wasted no time, careening down the aisle and throwing the next door open. He vaulted over the unconscious man to land in the middle of the aisle, grabbing the two startled men by their heads to knock them together. As they reeled, eyes rolling, Eijirou shoved one to the ground to punch the other in the face. The villain howled as blood spurted from his nose— so Eijirou punched him until he stopped howling and flopped back, only held up by Eijirou’s grip on his shirt.

When Eijirou dropped the villain to look down at the other, who was still lying on the floor, the man slowly raised his arms in surrender.

“Look, man, they just told me I was gonna get paid.”

“I advise looking into a new career field,” Eijirou snorted and gave him a stern point. “Don’t make me come back here.” The man nodded vigorously at the warning, so Eijirou decided to let him be, stomping off down the aisle to the next door. He paused as the windows, which had previously shown the dark gray-black walls of the tunnel they were traveling through, suddenly blared with bright light. The picturesque countryside now stretched on before him, but he could barely enjoy it as the scenery was nothing but smudged green. The train was already precariously hurtling, gaining speed with every passing second and inching closer to fiery catastrophe.

“Damn lunatics,” he grumbled as he opened the door.

For a group capable of successfully hijacking a bullet train, Eijirou found their manpower sorely lacking. He proceeded from one train car to the next with little difficulty, either dispatching his enemies or frightening them into submission with his raw displays of power. He’d reached the front one-third of the passenger train before the loudspeaker screeched to life again, and he paused in the middle of pummeling another lackey to listen.

“It has come to my attention that we have a young pro hero on board. My apologies for not addressing you sooner; I don’t know of many pro heroes so poor that they have to take public transportation.”

Eijirou scowled at the blatant insult, unconsciously wrapping his hand tighter around the villain’s throat. He was oblivious to the man’s squirms and whimpers, too honed in on the calm and sadistic voice bleeding from the speaker above his head.

“It seems you are hell-bent on making it to the front of this train. I admire your grit, so I have pulled all of my underlings into the engineers’ room in the car attached to the control room. If you manage to fight your way through my entire group of henchmen, then I suppose you’ve earned the right to challenge the final boss, little hero. Good luck.”

As the speaker cut off, Eijirou released the villain, who sunk to the ground and gulped down greedy breaths. Smirking and tugging down the strip of tee-shirt he still had tied around his slightly sweaty face, the young hero grinned defiantly.

“All right then, asshole. Challenge accepted.”

As promised, there were no villains occupying the anterior cars of the train. Eijirou still skulked through them suspiciously, his red eyes searching the sea of passengers in case one of them was a villain in disguise looking to get the jump on him. His keen gaze saw no hostility, only fear, anxiety, and— when they clapped eyes on the unassuming hero— hope. Their expressions of trust and adoration filled Eijirou with vigor, prompting him to increase his stride and head toward the engineer’s car with as much speed as he could manage without exhausting himself. As he reached the final car— at least, what he thought to be as he noticed the lights were off in the next one— he paused as he realized something.

I’ve seen that expression countless times before. And it wasn’t just in crises like this— he’d seen it on the man’s face when he walked up to his car pulled up on the side of the road today. He’d seen it on a little girl’s face last week when he helped her find her lost cat. He’d seen it on an old woman’s face, too, when he helped her bring her groceries to her car across the entire supermarket parking lot. Hope, relief, trust… These were emotions he saw every single day as humble citizens looked to him to serve all their needs, big or small.

Smiling ruefully, Eijirou leaned his forehead against the door. I’ve been a big, fat idiot, haven’t I? All this time I’ve been too caught up in the glory that I totally forgot what matters… How unmanly. Taking a moment for the epiphany to sink in, he closed his eyes, feeling the way his muscles were humming and his blood vessels were singing with epinephrine. Sure, the high was nice, but… He also really wished he could be in his bed, enjoying a cup of something warm to drink while he watched the news report on some mundane event from the day. Right now, the populace was probably glued to the screens watching the train hijacking unfold in real-time.

From this moment on, Eijirou was going to wish that every day was as boring as it possibly could be— because boredom meant peace, and peace meant security for the most vulnerable, the most in need of saving.

And the only way to restore peace is to give this jerk and his lackeys a good old-fashioned Red Riot walloping! Eijirou grinned devilishly, stepping back and throwing the door open. In the gloom of the engineer’s car, which only housed modest wall-mounted cots, a mini-fridge, and some other odds and ends, about a dozen and a half plainclothes bozos turned their gaze upon him.

“All right, then. Who’s first?” Eijirou chirped.

They all sprang at him.

“Hey, hey, hey, that’s not fair!” the redhead cried, ducking a swing and delivering a blow to an assailant. Eijirou grimaced at the familiar thunk of Kevlar against his fist; so, this lot was a bit more prepared than the goons occupying the latter portion of the train. Grunting, Eijirou danced around another grunt who lashed out at him, her fingernails morphed into wicked-sharp, several-inch-long claws. He hopped up onto a cot and grabbed the curtain railing attached to the ceiling, pulling himself up to kick out both his legs. His boots plowed into the middle of two of the lackey’s faces, sending them stumbling back into the crowd. Another five surged forward to take their place.

“Man, this is a lot more exhausting than in the action movies!” Eijirou puffed as he dropped down onto the cloth to avoid the onslaught of quills a porcupine-like Quirk user had shot at him. He yanked one out of the wall to jab another in the nose, making him yowl and whip his head around. The lackeys all gave a wide berth to avoid being poked, allowing Eijirou to wrench the minifridge out of the wall and heft it over his head.

“Snack time!” he grinned before chucking it. It beamed one guy in the chest before bouncing off and crashing on another’s foot. As the first lackey collapsed against one of the beds, holding his likely cracked ribs, the other howled in pain and pushed the minifridge off his foot so he could cradle it, bouncing around in a circle on the other. All it took was an accidental shove for him to trip over his compatriot and bang his head against a pole, knocking him out cold.

All of the villains looked at him, then at Eijirou, who ran a hand through his sweat-slicked hair and made a “come on” gesture.

“I ain’t got all day, ya know!” he challenged.

“Do you think we’re getting paid enough to deal with this?” one of the grunts huffed, making Eijirou rear back in surprise. A ripple of unease traveled through the small group before another, a short blond-haired youth who looked like he wasn’t even out of high school, dropped the crowbar he had been wielding.

“Come to think of it, did he ever tell you guys how much he was gonna pay us?” The young man frowned. Another ripple of mutters and grumbles went around before a few of them tentatively shook their heads. In utter disbelief, Eijirou couldn’t help but speak up.

“Wait, wait, wait— you guys hijacked a train for this guy even though you had no idea how much you were getting paid?” he blurted, mouth falling open.

“We didn’t even know we were hijacking the train until we were on the train! He just told us he needed some grunts for a job!” one of the men complained, kicking the floor with the toe of his boot. “Man, I just wanted some cash to buy my daughter a nice birthday present…”

“I wanted to buy my lady some flowers,” another sighed wistfully, “and maybe one of those big giant teddy bears that are super squishy and soft…”

Eijirou reeled in confusion, reeling from the whiplash effect of the sudden development. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he held up his hand as if he could stop time to allow him to process what the hell was happening.

“Look, you guys… Whatever your motives are, you do realize that, if this train doesn’t stop, as soon as we hit a curve in the tracks it’ll derail, and there won’t be any cash because everyone will be dead or dying?” He sighed, cracking an eye open to see them gaping uncomprehendingly at him.

“But… The boss won’t let that happen, right? He just wants the ransom.”

“Are you sure about that? Have any of you seen him on a phone call? Hell, you don’t even know what he’s promising you, so it sounds kind of fishy to me.”

“The beefcake has a point.” A young woman frowned, rubbing her chin.

“Are ya telling me we’ve been conned?!” another man growled, stamping his foot with steam blowing out of his nose as his face reddened darkly. Probably, if this guy could talk you simpletons into hijacking a train without promising a solid figure of money, Eijirou thought, but he held his tongue; he was winning the villains over, after all, so he didn’t need to go and piss them off. They were beginning to dissolve into a mutinous uproar, yelling and shouting and fuming.

“All right, all right,” Eijirou shouted over the din, waving his hands in a placating gesture. “Let’s not get all bent out of shape, now.” He looked nervously to the door leading to the adjacent car, worried their superior heard the outburst. When no one came through, he continued in a quiet voice, “I’m sure none of you really want to be involved in a mass murder— right?” Staring owlishly at him, all of them feverishly shook their heads. Thank goodness, Eijirou thought with an inward groan, keeping the saccharine smile on his face. “So, I’ll cut you all a deal. If you let me pass to deal with this guy, I’ll downplay your involvement to the authorities. We can get you set up real nice— rehab programs, halfway houses, you know, ways to make your life better, yeah? How’s that sound?”

The crowd of grunts looked at one another uncertainly, then back at Eijirou, who was smiling so hard in his attempt to seem genuine and helpful that his facial muscles ached. He wasn’t lying anyway, but it was critical that he won them over, because he really was wasting time. Out of the corners of his eyes, he watched the landscape shooting by beyond the windows; the gray smudges against the horizon were probably mountains, which meant the tracks were going to begin to curve. Hitting them at this speed would be disastrous, so Eijirou had to stop the runaway train as soon as possible.

He breathed a small sigh of relief as the lackeys parted, giving him a wide berth to the door.

“Thank you, guys. You’re doing the right thing,” he encouraged brightly, patting them on the shoulders as he passed. A few of them blushed and shuffled their feet shyly; it made Eijirou burn with anger, the knowledge that someone manipulated downtrodden souls for such nefarious ends. As he got to the door, he rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck, loosening up his body for the final fight. He sucked in a breath, then pulled the door to the control room open.

He found a man in khaki slacks, a white button-up, polished shoes, and wire-rimmed glasses holding a gun to the train engineer’s head.

“Well, well,” the man quipped and used his free hand to push his glasses up his nose, “I didn’t realize I was being besieged by an upstart.”

“Who are you callin’ an upstart?!”

“My, what a brute you are. There’s no need to yell.”

“I’m yellin’ ‘cuz you hijacked a train!” Eijirou fumed, a vein bulging in his forehead. The man rolled his eyes as if Eijirou’s ire was completely unwarranted, casually flicking his hand in a dismissive gesture. “Whatever! Slow down this train, right now!” he ordered, taking a step towards him. The man immediately pointed his gun at him, making him freeze in his tracks. He knew his Quirk would reflect the bullet, but in these close quarters, there was no guarantee the ricochet wouldn’t kill the hostage, or the villain, for that matter.

“No, that won’t do. You see, I absolutely need this train to derail.”

Eijirou looked at him dumbfoundedly.

“You mean… You have no intentions of stopping? You want to kill everyone on board?”

“Yes, precisely,” the man said disinterestedly. Eijirou blinked as his head swam, struggling to process the ludicrous notion. “I can see you’re having difficulty comprehending why someone would want to cold-bloodedly end the lives of hundreds of men, women, and children, so I’ll spell it out for you, so you can have some closure before you perish.” The man smiled like he was doing Eijirou a favor. A chill traveled down the redhead’s spine; even though he’d fought monsters like the League of Villains, he’d never seen such open malice.

This guy was a true sociopath.

“You see, I’m just a humble office worker,” the man said, flourishing his arm as he continued to point the pistol at Eijirou; he kept his peripheral vision on the engineer, a silent warning not to tamper with the controls under any circumstances. “I grew up with a loving mother and father, the middle child of three. I went to an average high school, had average grades, went to an average college and graduated with an average degree, and got an average-paying desk job. By all respects, I suppose you could call me more successful than some.” He shrugged, his tone betraying the fact he didn’t believe his words at all.

“That’s just it. My life is so average that it’s unfulfilling. I have no special talents or interests. I’m too plain for anyone to notice; I’m passed over for promotions, and I don’t catch girls’ attention. Do you realize how infuriating it is to see everyone parading how special and unique they are? Everyone is always talking about the need to fit in, yet, when you fit in too well, you don’t fit in at all.”

“I won’t be remembered when I die— at least, not living the life I have. But you know what people always remember? Tragedies, catastrophes, major accidents. You know who people remember? Great minds, villains of heinous proportions. So you see, young hero, I will be remembered now. They’re going to remember me as the mastermind who hijacked this train and led its occupants to a fiery death,” he said as a sickeningly elated grin spread across his face and his eyes lit with twisted pride.

“You’re vile,” Eijirou breathed, shaking his head with a completely amazed expression.

“Perhaps, but they remember vile people, too.” The man shrugged and pulled the trigger.

Eijirou managed to harden his chest just in time. The bullet bounced off his rock-hard skin, and he dove for the engineer on instinct, smooshing him against the control panel. The small compartment rang with a series of dings as the bullet bounced off the metal walls, and then the gun-wielding man let out pained yelp. Eijirou glanced down to see him curled up on the ground, clutching his thigh as it bled profusely and stained his pressed slacks a dark burgundy.

Eijirou kicked the gun away, sending it skittering to the far side of the room, before planting his foot on the office worker’s back.

“Stay down, if you know what’s good for you,” he snarled before pulling himself off the engineer. The train worker shook his head, a little dazed, before fluttering his hands over the controls.

“No! I won’t let you!” the villain screeched. His burst of fury and adrenaline allowed him to temporarily overpower Eijirou. He lunged up and grabbed the lever controlling the train’s speed, bending it at an odd angle and snapping it in half. Eijirou shoved him to the ground and wrenched his hand behind his back, but it was too late.

“Oh no! It’s jammed!” the train manager wailed, wrenching on the small stub of lever still remaining; in his effort, his hand slipped, and the jagged metal sliced open his palm. Red blood splashed across the controls as he curled in on himself, whimpering. Eijirou stepped off the villain, who was cackling maniacally, to rush to the window; he could see the curve leading into the mountains fast approaching. “We can’t stop the train now… He tore out the wires for the emergency brake system as well!” the train engineer lamented, pointing at a busted panel in the control bench with wires sticking out of it.

“Can you rewire it?” Eijirou asked as he looked back, eyebrows cinched with concern as his mind whirled. When the man shook his head, his heart plummeted and a sense of doom began to fill his belly.

“I can.”

Eijirou whirled around with a gasp to see the young blond-haired villain from earlier sauntering in, crowbar resting on his shoulder. The office worker, now pale from blood loss as it continued to leak out of his leg, looked at his former lackey in betrayal. “I’ve been hotwiring cars since I was eleven.” The youth grinned, thumbing the underside of his nose. “I should be able to get it working again, no problem.”

“Even if you manage to get it working, if we don’t have enough track between us and the curve and still hit it too fast, we’re doomed! The train is traveling upwards of 250 miles an hour right now!” the engineer cried as the boy squatted down and began fiddling with the wires.

“We just need to slow it down enough for me to get in front of it!” Eijirou said, watching the young man play with the wires. His deft fingers carefully entwined them back together, sparks jumping near the pads of his fingers. “If we can slow it down, I can use my Quirk and—”

“Got it!” the young boy cried, and the engineer immediately slammed down on a large blue button on the control panel. Eijirou looked up as a digital screen lit up, displaying a green schematic of the train deploying air resistance panels on its roof. The train immediately jerked back as the wind slammed against the large metal panels, and Eijirou saw the speedometer jump down below two hundred miles per hour.

“It’s working!” the engineer declared in glee. Eijirou planted his foot on the office worker’s back as he began to squirm.

“My Quirk allows me to harden my body. How slow does the train need to be going to make sure I don’t get squashed trying to push it to a stop?”

“I-I’m not sure, but, I would say at least under one hundred and fifty miles an hour, but that’s still incredibly fast—” the engineer muttered uncertainly, scratching his head. Eijirou ignored his apprehension, red eyes glued to the speedometer. As soon as the twitching dial reached the “150” marker, Eijirou whipped around to yank open the control car window.

The wind immediately rushed in, snatching at their clothes and hair. Eijirou stuck out his head, squinting as the fierce gale blasted into his face; through the tears welling up in his stinging eyes, he managed to make out the fast-approaching bend in the tracks as they snaked into the mountain range. Come on, Ei! You can do this! You have to slow the train! He encouraged himself, sucking in a breath and bouncing on his heels to psych himself up. Even with his Quirk, it was still pretty terrifying to be climbing on the front of a speeding bullet train. After a few seconds, he hauled himself up to sit in the window before he could change his mind.

“All right. Easy does it,” he grunted, kicking off his shoes and socks before hardening his fingers and toes into jagged, sharp edges. He reached up to dig his fingers into the metal side of the train; the smooth steel crunched under his grip, allowing him to get purchase on the otherwise sleek vehicle. After ensuring that both his hands wouldn’t slip with a few vigorous tugs, he swung his legs out the window. He yelped as the wind snatched at them, leaving him desperately kicking against the train until he managed to drive his hardened feet into the metal. He took a minute to collect himself, sweat dripping down his face, before slowly inching around to the front of the train.

Soon enough he was splayed out on the curved front of the train, with the wind blasting against him as he wondered how things could have possibly turned out this way. He sucked in a few breaths as the anxiety threatened to take over, using the cool wind to slow the nervous sweat blooming on his skin. It’s all good, Ei, he told himself with a weak smile as he hardened his entire body, the ridges of his skin bulging against his clothes. You just gotta drop down and slow the train. It’s fine. It’s cool. It’ll be one of those super-manly action scenes you see in the movies! You can tell everyone all about it! It’ll make a great story! Now, get… down… there!

Before he could stop himself, he slid down the front of the train. He caught himself at the last minute by slamming his hands into the metal, wincing at the heat bleeding out from the overheated engine. His feet slammed down into the wooden slats of the tracks and into the fresh earth beneath; the wood splintered immediately as Eijirou’s legs plowed through them, leaving bits of wood and scours in the earth in his wake.

A keening groan slipped through his clenched teeth as his entire body jarred, rattling his bones and shaking his brain around in his skull. Still, he held fast, throwing his weight against the train and digging in his feet until bits of earth and wood were flying around his calves. The massive vehicle groaned and whined at the assault, but Eijirou could hear the wheels squealing as they slowed. It’s working! He thought, relief making him almost euphoric— or, perhaps, it was his brain turning to jelly from behind knocked around in his cranium.

Above the squealing train, the buffeting wind, and the snapping wood, Eijirou thought he heard the whirling of helicopter blades. Sure enough, when he glanced out of the corners of his eyes, he saw the ovoid black form in his peripherals, keeping speed with the front of the train. It then reared up, coming over the top of the train, and Eijirou craned his head back as a lithe, blonde figure hopped down onto the roof.

“Hey, kiddo! Need a hand?” Mt. Lady winked at him. Eijirou couldn’t manage a response with how violently his body was shaking, but the pro hero wasn’t seeking one. As she grew to her gargantuan size, she slid off the side of the train to plant her feet down on the earth and wrap her arms around the vehicle. As she slid, she uprooted trees and bushes as her feet dug great trenches into the ground. Eijirou cried out as the train gave a mighty jerk backward, slowing ten or twenty miles per hour already. With Mt. Lady’s help, it didn’t take long for the train to smoothly glide to a stop, just a few yards from the bend in the curve leading into the mountains.

Eijirou slid bonelessly to a heap, trembling as his muscles burned from the strain. After shrinking down to her normal size, Mt. Lady rounded the front of the train to see him lying in a crumpled mess, panting heavily and shining with sweat. “You all right, kid?” she smiled down at him, hands planted on her hips. He gave a half-hearted flop of his hand in answer, making her chuckle. “You did a good job holding your own while we were on our way. The helicopter couldn’t match the speed of the train. If you hadn’t slowed it down for us, who knows what would have happened!” she said as she squatted down beside him.

Eijirou rolled his head to the side as he heard more helicopter blades and crunching tires. The bullet train was now surrounded by an entire fleet of personnel— military vehicles and soldiers, police officers and pro heroes, government officials. Although his entire body felt like a melted pile of goop, Eijirou forced himself to roll over and half-stumble, half walk around the front of the train.

“Hey, hey, wait!” he called hoarsely as they were unloading handcuffed villains from the engineer car. “Not those guys. Those guys are good.”

“What?” the officer asked with a look of bewilderment. Several other higher-ranking officials came to listen while Eijirou explained. Thankfully, there wasn’t too much argument; the Hero Commission representatives agreed to uphold Eijirou’s promise, and led them away uncuffed to hopefully a better future. The blond-haired kid threw him a wink and a thumbs up as he was paraded by.

“Phew! I’m tired,” Eijirou groaned as he flopped against the train. He cracked an eye open as the mastermind of the entire operation was wheeled out on a stretcher, stoically blank-faced. When he caught Eijirou’s eye, however, he grinned widely.

“They’ll remember me still, won’t they?”

Eijirou stared at him a second, then looked down the train, where the rattled passengers were being led to safety by the first responders. They probably would remember, but Eijirou didn’t want to give the sicko the satisfaction.

“Nope,” he quipped, looking back at him with a stony expression. “In time, all bad things are replaced by good things instead. You’ll be nothing but an afterthought.”

The man stared at him incredulously for a minute, mouth hanging open. Then, with a screech, he started bucking up against the leather restraints holding him down to the stretcher. The EMTs wordlessly wheeled him to the ambulance, giving no heed to his deranged ramblings. Sighing, Eijirou slumped back against the train, leaning his head and enjoying the way the metal cooled his sweaty, heated skin. He found himself drifting into a light doze, exhausted from all the chaos of the train ride.

He imagined the embrace of soft sheets, a warm comforter, and a fluffy pillow, making him smile dreamily. There was nothing like crawling into bed after a day like this. But… I’d much rather crawl in bed after a peaceful day, he thought drowsily, peeking at the crowd of civilians who’d had to endure the fruits of his selfish beseech to the heavens. When they crawled into bed tonight, would their sleep be plagued by nightmares? Would they have to hold their loved ones close to feel safe?

Indeed, Eijirou had been remiss in wishing for something exciting, but that was okay. He’d make up for it by being the best hero he could be. He’d put his all into every task at hand—whether it be rescuing a cat from a tree or preventing catastrophic destruction—because, regardless, that meant saving the day for somebody. He would attend to everyone in need, no matter if that need was big or small, because that’s what heroes do.

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#eijirou kirishima #kirishima eijirou #my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha

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urlocalbunny · 4 years ago

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.ruined orgasm - ethan.

hi, babes! My posting rate went DOWN, i’m aware, but lots of things happened and the national exams are nearing my asscheeks, so please understand that i’m overwhelmed so the requests are stopped in time lmao

1.675 words, enjoy!

Ethan was moody, and everybody knew that much. Always slamming doors, yelling, frowning, laughing at people evilly, sometimes, even... Hissing? But Eloise still put up with a lot to make their relationship work.

And in the end, it did make a difference. Ethan would tell her where he went and with who, how his day was, sometimes he'd even get her food instead of sending Beliath to learn more about her favorite things! Even if she told him that he didn't need to justify himself because they were dating, he tried to show her he could be more than just a moody young vampire. He wanted to show her he could be reliable when it counted.

That's why Eloise had the stupid idea of trying to be reliable too and got herself sitting on his bed, listening to him talking trash about everything possible with his head laying on her lap.

"And he's such a dumbass. Did you see his hair this morning? He looks like a mop. Aaron takes care of him, and he doesn't learn anything, probably burnt all his brain cells trying to find out how much is two plus two. Ah, speaking of Aaron, can you believe he ditched Leandra again? That tomato head is fucking crazy! I mean, there isn't any competition anymore because you're way hotter and you're my girlfriend, can't he do something?-"

"You're acting like a 72-year-old grandpa who likes a gossip." She deadpanned, watching his face contort into a disgusted frown.

"What the fuck? You're so mean! Pet my head." She sighed, patting his head.

"What's happening to you? You're talking too fast."

"I need to vent!" He exclaimed.

"Oh, god. Look, let's calm down. You have to sit down." She patted the bed near her. Ethan was very fast, but she never saw him using his powers inside his room like that. He sat down anyway, but then he fidgeted. "Sit down." She said softly and straddled him harmlessly. He blushed.

"What are you doing?" He asked suspiciously.

"I'm just chilling with you. I'm not going to hurt you."

Sometimes, talking to Ethan was like trying to aid a hurt animal. He was in pain, scared, angry. That made him have very wary reactions. She was the first girlfriend he took seriously, after all. He wasn't the type to stay too much in one place.

"You're... Um- close." He mumbled, a little uncomfortable.

"It's okay then. We can sit side by side again. I'm sorry for pushing. I didn't realize I was too quick." She smiled, beginning to scoot over, but he held her by the waist.

"N-no. Stay like this. You're warm." He hid his red face in the crook of her neck, smelling the perfume Beliath bought for her on her birthday. Fitting.

"You're cold." She said, squealing lightly. "It's not overwhelming, though. You're chilly. I like it." His head felt very heavy. Her treatment of him was too much to handle.

"Are you alright?" She asked, quirking one cute and now messy eyebrow. He huffed, looking at her hesitantly before cupping her face on his hands and kissing her softly.

Her tiny smile on the kiss pushed Ethan further. His heart hammered like crazy. He couldn't help but squeeze her waist, making her open her mouth to moan softly. His tongue slid in slowly, licking hers tentatively, tenderly. She returned the caress, scratching the hair on the nape of his neck as a treat for his boldness. His kisses got eager and full of little appreciation noises as his hands groped her thighs roughly. Her hands got rid of his coat. Eloise tried to spare him a glance to see if she needed to stop, but he urged her back with an annoying whine, tasting her tongue again. The feeling was as if they kissed for the first time again. He wished he could stop, but her lips were so good. He wanted her to keep going even if he didn't know where.

"Eloise, I want to fuck you so bad." He whispered, pulling her hips against him. She matched his movements, combining with wandering hands, to keep him calm until the situation escalated. Her eyes took in his glazed over stare, his panting, and his now swollen red lips. A small white hair stripe ran from his belly button and lower, hiding on his pants.

"Kick off your shoes," she panted, pulling his shirt off. He did as she asked, kicking them off and pulling his socks with his feet. The sight of his flushed neck made her suck in a breath and lean in, kissing his skin eagerly. His hands found themselves on her thighs again, this time creating little red marks under his fingertips.

"You don't have to be shy, love." She whispered, making him scoff.

"You think I'm some virgin you can control?" His hands slid to her ass, squeezing it. The friction his zipper gave made her clench around nothing, whimpering louder than usual. His composure fell, a shy yet pleading stare taking place. Her fingertips ran along with his nipples, eliciting a violent shudder. His back arched nicely against her hand. Her hands worked slowly, appreciating him while his own hands kneaded her ass slowly. His stare fell on her breasts, the way the dress strap hung down still engrained on his mind. He kissed her neck, daring.

"You're so lovely." His whisper woke her up from a deep daze, her hands squeezing his waist ever so slightly.

"You're beautiful." Her answer was almost immediate. He was taken aback by such warmth. No one-night stand ever did him like this. That was already intimate. He was told he's beautiful before. Not like this. Not by her.

Pushing him on the bed and standing up to allow him to raise his hips, Eloise pulled his pants and trousers down. He blushed.

"You look pent up." She sighed, running a hand through the tip. His cock twitched.

"Why am I naked, and you're fully dressed?!"

"That, honey, is called dominance." She gripped the hem of her dress, pulling it up and planting a knee between his own, revealing her thong. He had imagined, and he'd definitely seen and felt her before, but that laid beyond his expectations. The adoration he felt broke the last of the boundaries he had. His shoulders relaxed. Raising his arms above his head and laying them on the bed, he thought that maybe surrendering once wasn't so bad.

"Open your legs for me, honey." He obeyed. Placing herself between them, she kissed him intensely. He couldn't help but pinch one of her nipples, earning a high-pitched moan from her... And his nipple pinched in return. "My, my, you look so clever taking advantage of our positions, don't you?" His hand dropped by his sides, back arching against her hand. She began to slide her nail against his stomach, gripping his cock with her hand and jerking him carefully.

His eyes fluttered shut, a peaceful expression dancing on his face as he whined lowly and pushed his hips in sync with her hand. She gripped harder, coating him on his precum. Her hand worked up and down, sometimes he felt her other hand cup his balls, and she occasionally sucked on his nipple, appreciating his body, but Ethan wasn't going to last.

"Eloise, please. I'm close. So close, I'll be so good to you, so, so good, just p-please-"

"Oops!" Her hand shot up just as Ethan was about to cum. His hips jerked upwards as he moaned helplessly and loudly, sobs erupting from his throat as he thrashed around, orgasm now ruined. The pain mixed with the full pleasure that could've been something else. Betrayal danced behind his eyes, his back arched and his hips thrusting up against nothing, tears dripping from his cheeks.

"Eloise!" He sobbed pathetically, reaching for her hand. "Elo-" he coughed.

"Shhhh, it's okay, you're still so hard." She cooed, running a hand on his stomach to soothe him.

"You ruined it- why?" He was shocked, making her chuckle.

"I couldn't resist, honey. Here, let me fix it."

"How are you going to fix- ahn-" he shut up quickly when her entrance engulfed his tip, swallowing him and bringing him into her soaked heat.

"Like this." She struggled to say, holding herself against his shuddering form and waiting for him to adjust to her. Ethan kept panting, but soon enough, he came around, starting to grind up frantically until he was balls deep within her, earning some approving moans from her. She coaxed him into turning them around, making Ethan cradle her head on his arms and thrust desperately, looking for release no matter what. His cock twitched, the sensitive tip rubbing against the sweet spot that had Eloise seeing stars. The girl arched her back, nearing her end when Ethan lifted one of her legs and held it, bruising the skin and creating a new angle.

"That's it. You're doing amazing." He moaned at that compliment, snapping his hips in a low mantra of "Eloise, I wanna cum," and the groans when she pulled on his hair.

Ethan started growling incoherent stuff, tears streaming down his cheeks. His face and neck were red, and he held a breath. Eloise keened, gripping on his arm as her walls spasmed around him. Her back arched, legs trembled. His head was spinning, white dots all over the place.

"Eloise, I-" he didn't have time to explain, a long whine taking place followed by a gasp as he came inside, hips still snapping, then stilling comfortably.

"Are you okay?" She asked, caressing his back. He looked at her with his bloodshot eyes.

"That was amazing." He panted, resting his head against her chest. "Can I dom next time?"

"Of course, baby." She said softly. Ethan smirked when Eloise gasped, and the slap he gave on her leg made a loud sound in the room.

"Ah, ah. The baby is you. Get on all fours. Now. You're paying for not giving me what I wanted.

#nsfwbunny #ethan smut #ML Ethan #ethan x eloise #moonlight lovers #moonlight lovers ethan #moonlight lovers headcanons #moonlight lovers smut #kinktober 2020

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loungelizardatwar · 4 years ago

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Even 58-year old time travelling asassins deserve hugs

Here’s another fic with Ticklish!Five because I’m in love with one (1) feral gremlin asassin boy and I want him to be happy. Anyways I hope you enjoy! Also I may not have proofread this well enough because i’m embarrassed so if you see any errors let me know lol

It was times like these when Five really missed Delores. He was drunk as shit on the couch at Elliot’s, clutching the bottle in his small hands with a miserable look on his face. He still couldn’t believe that the fucking world was going to end again because of them.

Five thought about trying to find the department store before, but he found out that the building hadn’t even been built yet. So his lovely Delores didn’t exist in this timeline. He sighed, taking another swig of liquor with a grimace.

Elliot was sitting in a chair nearby, watching the man in a child’s body with a leery yet sympathetic look. He didn’t trust him fully yet but he felt bad seeing him look so miserable. He had no idea what Five had been through so he couldn’t really offer him any help.

Five was lonely, and deep down he really just wanted someone to hug him. But his pride kept him from telling his siblings that. He was a highly trained assassin, not to mention he was 58 years and 14 fucking days old and he figured that murderous old men like him didn’t deserve hugs.

Somewhere in his mind he had hoped that at least one of his siblings would have been happy to see him again. Instead they all blamed him for stranding them even though he was just trying to save their lives. He remembered how Vanya and Allison had hugged, even though Vanya had amnesia and didn’t even remember her. It made his heart ache. He wished that he shared the bond that the rest of them had.

Five slumped against the couch, taking in shaky breaths as he tried to steady himself. He missed his family every single day for those 45 years in the apocalypse and he spent all that time trying to get back to them. Now that he found them again they were all angry because of him. Because I failed them. He took another long sip from the bottle, feeling angry tears prick at his eyes.

“Hey Five, are you okay?” Came a familiar voice.

Shit. It was Klaus. He must have snuck in while Five was lost in his thoughts.

“Yeah, ‘m fine. Why do you even care?” Five sniffed and wiped his eyes, trying to play it off casually.

Five deflated at the concerned look Klaus gave him, and he sighed as Klaus sat next to him on the couch. He could tell that his brother could see right through him.

“Why wouldn’t I care? Tell me what’s going on in that crazy head of yours, old man.” Klaus put a hand on his shoulder and Five tensed up.

“First of all, don’t call me that an’ don’t touch me.” Five slurred slightly, taking another large sip of alcohol. He swatted his brother’s hand away.

“Okay, fiiiiine. You must have had a really shitty day.”

Five scoffed. “You don’t even know the half of it.”

Klaus fixed Five with a look that he couldn’t quite read, and he was curious about what he was about to say.

“I might be able to help you relax, if you’ll trust me.” Klaus said with a twinkle in his eyes. He couldn’t help the little smirk that took over his features.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or the bubble of curiosity Five felt in his belly, or the fact that he really did miss Klaus and his antics. Whatever it was, something made him feel like he could trust Klaus to cheer him up.

“Fine. Do whatever you think will help. But I’m not responsible for your injuries.” Five put the bottle down on the floor next to the couch, crossing his arms and looking at Klaus with a pout.

“That’s all I needed to hear!” Klaus grinned at the sight of his 58 year old brother pouting like the petulant child that he looked like. He started poking at Five’s sides, delighting in the startled squeaks he got.

“H-hey! What the fuck! Dohohon’t do thahahat!” Five hissed, swatting at his brother’s hands. He wasn’t really surprised at that Klaus would choose such a childish method to cheer him up. Five acted like it annoyed him, but deep down he knew that he probably did need to lighten up at least a bit.

“Awww, but Five! You’ll feel better if you let yourself laugh. I’ll stop though, if you really want...” Klaus went to move away, and Five panicked.

“Wait!” Five all but shouted, sounding more desperate than he meant to. He suddenly found himself blushing for the first time in years. He didn’t want to ruin this playful moment with Klaus.

“I mean, it’s okay. I trust you Klaus. You can keep going.” Five sighed and smoothed back his hair, a nervous habit he picked up over the years to self-soothe.

Klaus instantly lit up, not expecting this reaction from Five. He figured that his brother would probably tell him to fuck off and blink away, but he was very intrigued to see him blush for the first time he could remember. It was a cute look on his childish face.

“Oh really?” Klaus cocked his head to one side in fascination. “This is great! Thanks, Fivey!” He grinned and clapped, letting out a giddy giggle,

“Ohohoho shihihihit! Heheheheh!!” Five squeaked, falling into helpless giggles. He curled into himself, making Klaus smile at how child-like he really looked when he laughed. Meanwhile the alcohol was making Five feel weightless and warm, and he had to admit that he already felt a little happier. But he couldn’t stand the delighted way his brother grinned down at him. It made Five want to die of embarrassment and strangle Klaus at the same time.

“Are my eyes and ears deceiving me or are you actually enjoying this~?” Klaus teased, suddenly snatching up one of Five’s hands in his own and using his other to lightly tickle Five’s palm. Klaus knew that it was one of his brother’s death spots.

“Sh-shuhuhuhut up! ’m not- fahahack! Klaus, NOO! HAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHERE!” Five screamed and cackled, frantically flailing and trying to pull his arm away.

Thanks to Five’s powers, his palms and wrists were incredibly hypersensitive. On a scale from 1 to 10 they were easily a 13, where as his knees were more of an 11. In other words, it tickled so much that Five wanted to crawl right out of his skin.

Klaus laughed, letting go of Five’s hand. He couldn’t believe that a highly trained assassin such as Five could be rendered to begging just from the lightest touches on his hands. Klaus hoped that none of their enemies found this weakness or Five would be screwed. He snorted at the thought.

“I’ll leave your hands alone for now,” Klaus teased with a soft smile. “You feeling okay?”

“Th-thanks.” Five croaked, greedily sucking in air. He was still smiling, his dimples and blushing cheeks on full display. “I’m fine, I just..need a minute.” He closed his eyes, sighing and laying back against the couch.

“Of course, take your time.” Klaus grinned at him, ruffling Five’s hair. Usually Five would roll his eyes and push him away, but when he nuzzled into Klaus’s hand, Klaus realized with a pang of guilt that Five must be touch starved.

But how could he not be? Spending 45 years alone in an post-apocalyptic wasteland with only a mannequin to keep you company didn’t offer much room for happy, cuddly moments. But then, that wasn’t all there was to it, was there?

Klaus was struck so violently by the revelation that he visibly recoiled. Nobody has hugged Five since they were kids. It made Klaus feel sick, to imagine how that must have felt. To know that after all those years apart from his siblings, not a single one of them even missed him enough to give him a hug.

And here they all were again, reunited after they all thought they would never see each other yet again. Five had saved their asses, though he may have separated them in the process and they threw it all back in his face.

“Hey Five?”

“What?”

Five pushed himself up, resting his head on Klaus’s shoulder. He felt content in his tiredness, happy to lean on somebody other than himself for once.

“C’mere.” Klaus opened welcomed arms,

doing all that he physically could to not cry.

Klaus felt so fucking shitty for never giving any thought about what Five had done for them. But he knew that he deserved it and that he needed to be there for his drunk brother. It was the least he could do.

Five lazily opened one eye, giving Klaus a funny look. “Why?”

“Can I give you a hug?”

Five wasn’t sure how to respond, as if he was taken aback by the audacity of the question.

“You want to?” Five tried to hide the way his voice wavered as he asked. He hated feeling vulnerable like this, but his family was the only exception.

“Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?” Klaus almost couldn’t believe him, but he could understand where Five’s wariness came from.

Five just sighed, looking so utterly sad that Klaus could hardly bear the sight of it. He put his arm around Five’s small shoulders, and he almost couldn’t believe his ears when he heard a sniffle. Then, when Klaus felt Five’s breathing grow shaky he was right. Five was crying.

Klaus had maybe 5 seconds to register that before Five was clinging to him for dear life, crying like he had never heard before. Klaus did all he could do to hold Five, rubbing his back and trying to calm him down but the man in child form was a sobbing mess.

It wasn’t long before Luther came in, seeing the scene unfolding in front of him.

“What’s going on?” He asked, looking concerned and slightly sad on seeing number Five sobbing into Klaus’s chest.

“I-I don’t know! All I did was ask Five if I could give him a hug and now he’s stuck to me like a sad baby koala bear...I just hope he doesn’t try to bite me.” Klaus sighed dramatically, but he didn’t really mind. He hoped that Five could tell.

“Ah, shit.” Luther sighed, awkwardly sitting next to Klaus and Five on the couch. All three of them hoped that the couch wouldn’t break, but it seemed fine despite it’s creaking. “What should we do?”

Klaus shrugged, but he was smiling like he had an idea.

“Five, buddy? Are you in there?” Klaus asked, giving a gentle poke to Five’s side.

Five twitched, still sniffling and clinging to Klaus.

“Leave m’ alone..” He croaked, sighing deeply as he tried to steady his breathing.

“Are you okay?” Both Luther and Klaus asked at the same time, wincing as they realized how they’re both such mother hens. A trait they probably picked up from Grace, bless her circuits.

A few moments passed of Five’s shaky breathing and quiet sobs, until eventually he got his bearings enough to look up at Klaus. His eyes were red and puffy underneath, and his hair was a complete mess but somehow he looked a little better. Klaus was sure that the relief of crying was probably good for Five. It just pained him so much to see it.

“Yeah, i’m okay.” Five finally said, covering his mouth with a hand as he yawned.

Klaus chuckled, and Luther gave Five a fond look. They were both so glad that he was alright.

“I bet you’re exhausted. You can nap on me if you want.” Klaus suggested, adjusting his position so they were both more comfortable on the couch.

Five hummed, considering the idea.

“Here,” Luther said, reaching to grab a small throw blanket. He tossed it over Klaus and Five, smiling a bit as he watched them get comfortable. It sure was a funny sight, seeing the usually grumpy number Five cuddle up to Klaus. But everyone knew that Five had been through the most out of all of them, and he deserved his rest.

#the umbrella academy #tua #number five #number four #ticklish!five #I just want five to be happy and laugh for once dammit #also he needs to REST.#tickle fic #tua tickle fic #the umbrella academy tickle fic

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bitch-out · 4 years ago

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SAY LESS! I love angst and hurt/comfort. But this is angst with a happy ending, so it’s not for nothing :)

Alex tells Julie about the night he came out to his parents.

Post season 1, sometime. WARNING: swearing, slurs. If you don’t want those, just skip the stuff in italics

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“What about you, Alex?” Julie’s voice asked.

“Huh?” Alex’s head snapped around, looking at her. He had not been paying attention to their conversation at all, choosing instead to focus on a book Julie had lent him. They were all hanging out in her room, a more regular occurrence now that they had become more solid and could actually touch things. He had been so engrossed in his book that he had no idea what they were talking about.

He shut the book and sat up on Julie’s bed. Whatever they were talking about, Alex immediately picked up that it was not a pleasant topic. Reggie was trying not to catch his eye from his seat at Julie’s desk. His cheeks were a little bit red, not in the flustered way, but in the way that meant he was uncomfortable. Luke was looking down at the ground, also avoiding eye contact from his seated spot on the floor.

Julie repeated her question. “What about your parents?”

Ah. So that’s why they looked like that. They knew he didn’t like talking about it.

It’s not like it was a taboo subject between the boys. For a couple of guys from the 90’s, they were pretty in-tune with their emotions. It was just… really hard for Alex to talk about. Because talking about it meant thinking about it. And thinking about it meant reliving it all over again.

A grimace twisted onto Alex’s face. “Nothing much to tell, really. We didn’t get along.”

“Why?” Julie asked confusedly. Luke opened his mouth to cut her off and change the subject, but Alex shook his head. It was okay. He trusted Julie. Actually, he wanted to tell her. He had been there for her hard stuff; he knew he could trust her with his hard stuff, too.

“I told them I was gay,” he said simply. “They didn’t like that. End of story.”

Her face fell. “That’s awful,” she faltered, moving to sit next to him on her bed.

He shrugged. “It is what it is.” There was no use getting upset over something that happened 25 years ago. At least, that’s what Alex kept saying to himself. “The 90’s were a different time. I like it better now anyways.” That was something Alex could say with 100 percent certainty; he would much rather live as a ghost in 2020 than go back to being a human in the 1990’s.

“I’m sorry.” Julie put a hand on his shoulder comfortingly. He looked over and gave her a small smile, leaning into her touch. “Maybe… maybe you could reach out to them,” she suggested. “If they’re still around… Maybe they’ve changed. It’s been 25 years.”

He hadn’t considered that. Still, his answer came quickly. “I don’t want to.”

Julie coaxed him in a soft voice. “But you never know unless you try-”

He stood up from his seated position on her bed quickly. The hand that was on his shoulder quickly slid off. “Julie, I really appreciate you trying to help me, really I do,” he started, trying to keep his composure. “But when I say me and my parents didn’t get along, I don’t mean in the same way Luke and his parents fought or how normal parents fight with their kids.”

He looked over to Luke, not wanting to hurt his feelings by diminishing his parental problems. But the only expression Luke had was concern for him. With Luke… he always knew, deep down, his parents loved him. For Alex, it was different.

Alex’s hands were shaking now. He tried to quell the tremors by flexing his hands, but they wouldn’t go away. “I mean the night I came out to them…”

It was like he was right back in his living room in 1995.

He had taken months to build up his courage. The first people had told had been Luke and Reggie, of course. That had gone way better than he expected; he hadn’t even really meant to tell them. He had just made some comment about a boy he thought was cute in their history class. They had barely given him a second glance, pulling him into a hug and saying they were proud of him for telling them. It was almost a non-event.

But with his parents… he knew it would be different. Just from the way they spoke about those kinds of things. From the crude jokes and snarky side comments and the judging glares they had given when talking about gay people or gay things… he knew this was not going to be fun.

That being said, they were his parents. Maybe they would get over it.

He sat them down at the dinner table on a Sunday night. He told them. He had never regretted anything more.

“NO SON OF MINE IS A FAGGOT!” his dad roared, pounding his fist on the table. Alex flinched, tears welling up in his eyes. There was a vein popping out of his dad’s forehead, his face bright red. His mother was sobbing violently into her hands, unable to even look at him.

Alex was frozen in place, unable to even utter a word. He had expected a bad reaction, but this... this was even worse than he could have imagined.

His dad grabbed him by the lapels and hoisted him to his feet, yelling in his face. “WHO TURNED YOU INTO A QUEER? THOSE BOYS FROM YOUR FUCKING BAND?” His dad spit, his knuckles white from the strength of his grip on Alex’s shirt.

Alex jerked backwards, pulling himself out of his dad’s grip. Tears were spilling down his cheeks. “Wha- NO! No one turned me, dad, I- I’ve always been this way-” His voice broke as he tried to reason with his parents.

“We’ll get you help, we’ll fix this. We’ll find someone to fix you.” His mother sobbed, standing to move toward him. Alex couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

He stepped away from her. “I’m not broken, mom. I’M GAY! And nothing is EVER going to change that.”

His dad moved lightning fast, letting out a yell and hitting him across the face.

“That was the only time he ever hit me.” Alex said quietly, finished recounting that night. “After that day it wasn’t anything as bad as that, they just… barely acknowledged my existence.”

He hadn’t even realized he’d been pacing while telling Julie his story. Something wet slid over his cheek. He brushed away a tear he hadn’t even realized he’d shed. He looked over at his friends. Luke’s hands were clenched tightly in his lap. Reggie’s face was pale.

As bad as that night had been for him, it was also bad for them. When he called an emergency band meeting that night, they were the ones to pick up his broken pieces. They were the ones who put him back together again after he fell apart.

Julie had her hand over her mouth, tears spilling over her knuckles. She swallowed a sob. “A-Alex, I-I’m so sorry-”

“It’s okay Julie, you didn’t know,” he reassured, returning to sit next to her on the bed. He took her hand, squeezing it.

He considered her previous point that perhaps his parents had changed their mind over time. “Even if they have changed, I wouldn’t want to talk to them,” Alex decided. “Actually, it’s almost worse if they changed. Because that meant they had the capacity to understand me, the capacity to love me but I just… wasn’t enough.”

He felt an arm wrap around his side. Luke. He rested his head on his best friend’s shoulder. “You’ll always be enough to us, Alex,” Luke promised. Julie nodded vigorously, snuggling in closer to his side.

Reggie sat next to Julie, pulling them all into one big hug. “We love you so much, dude.”

Julie kissed the back of his hand where it gripped hers. “We’re your family now.”

Alex smiled. “You guys are the only family I need.”

#julie and the phantoms #alex #Alex jatp #luke #reggie #julie #fic #I have so many feelings about Alex #his parents are pieces of shit tho #jatp #headcannon #jatp fic #Alex fic #watch out for the angst

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jeranasblog · 5 years ago

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Please stay by my side

Summary: Peter is afraid that his Daddy is sick of him.

Rating: E

Notes: This story is my 6th @starkercestevent contribution. Kink for the 6th story: Line Prompt * “Is this what you wanted?” (Bingo board at the end of the post). Read the first OS here. They add up to one story but can be read separately, too.

Warnings: Adoptive Father/Adoptive Son, don’t like it, don’t read it.

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Peter had a bad day, no, a bad week, actually. He was stressed out because he had worked on a term paper last month, and it had gotten out of hand. He had been counting the days until it was over, hoping to spend more time with his Daddy afterward, but once the term paper was submitted, his Alpha had been busy preparing for an upcoming business trip. So he had stayed at home, hoping every night that his Daddy would be home before midnight. He never was, and with each day that passed, his mood grew worse.

Suddenly, Peter started to doubt everything. What if his Daddy didn’t want him anymore? What if he was getting tired of Peter? Or even worse, what if he couldn’t deal with the media picking on their relationship anymore? Rationally, he knew the doubts were nonsense. It had been his Daddy who wanted to go public, his Daddy had wanted to show him off, but the longer they were apart, the worse Peter felt.

On a particularly bad day, he decided to call Bucky. After Tony’s birthday, they had kept in touch, and although they had just started spending time together a few weeks ago, Bucky was already one of his closest friends.

“Can you come over?” Peter had sobbed on the phone, and since Bucky had nothing to do, he was over in less than fifteen minutes.

“Hey, sweetie, what’s wrong?” Bucky took one look at him, sat down at his side and gave him a big hug. Peter sniffled, clutching Bucky’s shirt and burying his face in the soft fabric.

“I-it’s nothing, I swear,” Peter hiccupped, his voice small and pathetic.

Bucky stroked his hair, patiently waiting until he had calmed down a bit before he started to question him again. “Now tell me what’s wrong.”

“It’s just…, he’s so busy,” Pete complained, his voice shaking. “He’s Tony Stark, powerful, handsome and rich, one of the most eligible Alphas in the entire country and I’m just me. What if he gets tired of me one day?” He started to sob harder, tears were running down his cheeks and he felt Bucky's shirt getting wet, but thankfully the other Omega didn’t complain.

“Hey, hey, shhh, sweetie. Calm down.” Bucky smiled at him reassuringly, his hands patting his back as if he was a child. “If I can promise you one thing, it’s that your Daddy is gone for you, baby. He can’t keep his hands off you, hell, he almost started fucking you in front of everyone at the Stark Charity Gala. You should have read the news the day after the event. They were all saying how feral he got when Senator Pierce tried to touch you. Just because he’s a little busy right now doesn’t mean he’s sick of you.”

Peter stared at him, his innocent brown eyes opened wide and a hopeful expression started to blossom on his face. “You think so?”

Bucky laughed loudly and squeezed his shoulder. “Yes, dead certain, sweetie. But if you want more of his time, you can always tease him till he snaps.”

Peter sat up straight, a mischievous smile on his face. “Any suggestions, Buck?”

The other Omega grinned as well. “I thought you’d never ask.” Half an hour later they left the apartment with a detailed plan in their heads.

“Are you sure that this is a good idea, Buck? What if the timing is bad?” Peter couldn’t stop the doubts that were slowly coming back to the surface. He opened the door of his apartment, already thinking about returning his purchases.

“Oh, Pete. Don’t worry too much. He’s going to jump you tonight, I promise.” Bucky gave him an encouraging smile and took the shopping bag out of his hand. “Let’s just take one picture, we can still delete it afterward, okay?”

Peter sighed but gave in. Bucky wouldn’t be convinced otherwise anyway, so he might even try it. He watched how his friend pulled out the clothes they had picked out together, and they piled on the bed. It took him a second to overcome his insecurities, but eventually, he changed into the new clothes.

Bucky had persuaded him to buy an outfit similar to one he had once worn for Steve. They had chosen light blue panties and a matching short skirt that barely even covered his butt. His whole thighs were on display and it would reveal everything if he moved wrong once. His legs were covered with white thigh-high stockings, which Bucky had convinced him to wear because they made him look innocent, and according to Bucky, his Alpha had a weakness for him looking bashful and innocent. To complete the look, Bucky had forced him to buy a lacy white crop top and a light-blue choker with ‘Daddy’s boy’ written on it.

Peter felt insecure. He liked the outfit, liked that it made him feel soft and delicate, but he was afraid his Daddy would hate it. Or worse, think that Peter was too obtrusive. He thought for a moment about throwing Bucky out and hiding the outfit in the back of his closet forever. Maybe his Daddy would pay him attention anyway, or maybe it might even be too late. But Bucky seemed to sense his inner struggle, nudging him to get onto the bed while he pulled out Peter’s phone.

“Sit with your back to me,” Bucky instructed as he unlocked the phone. “Spread your legs a little and lean forward. Not too much, we only need to show Tony an inch of the panties sticking out.” Peter was so used to following orders that he didn’t question them. He didn’t even protest when Bucky came closer and pushed up his skirt to reveal more skin. It felt good to just be, thinking about nothing but looking good for his Daddy.

“Now look over your shoulder, sweetie.” Peter obeyed, blushing a little from the attention. “Just like that Pete, it’s cute. Stay still.” Bucky took a couple of pictures while Peter was frozen in his spot. “Turn around Peter, lie on your back. Put your arms above your head and stretch a little.”

The new pose made his top slide even higher until it was barely covering his nipples. Bucky pushed up the skirt as well and the pose made him feel even more exposed than the last one. “Now spread your legs, sweetie. Just a little. Make it look natural.” Peter hurried to obey, and Bucky took another row of pictures.

“You look beautiful in them, baby.” Bucky whistled loudly, and Peter flushed violently in response. He wasn’t used to getting compliments and still couldn’t believe Bucky that the pictures turned out great.

However, the other Omega showed him the phone and Peter was burning in shame. He couldn’t deny that he looked good, he definitely did, but he had never seen himself like this before. The only word that described him was ‘slutty’. His skirt was barely covering anything, his panties and the curves of his ass were on display. He was flushed all over, almost as if he’d had sex minutes ago and the choker showed how desperately he wanted to be claimed by his Daddy.

The pictures were indecent, and definitely nothing he could send his Daddy while he was at work. “I don’t think I’m comfortable sending them, Buck.” He was scared, just wanting his Daddy to pay attention to him.

Bucky gave him a dirty look, a mischievous grin on his face that didn’t bode well. “That’s too bad, sweetie because I already sent them.”

Oh god, no. He wanted to curl up and die.

~*~

Peter was overly aware of the sound of the opening door when his Daddy came home. He was several hours earlier than usual, but Peter had still been anxious all day. Sending the pictures to his Daddy had been a mistake and now he would have to pay the price. He could already imagine how embarrassing the evening would be.

Peter was still wearing the skirt because Bucky, the traitor, had sent himself one of the outtake pictures where Peter’s entire ass had been on display. He had threatened to send it to Tony as well, in case Peter had the idea to change out of the clothes before his Alpha came home. So he had spent the entire evening in a revealing outfit, scared his Daddy would be disgusted.

“Peter, come here,” His Daddy’s voice was firm, and Peter flinched. He wanted to hide, wanted to turn back time, but he couldn’t disobey his Alpha. Reluctantly, he tiptoed to the living room, hands clasped the too-short skirt, trying unsuccessfully to pull the fabric down.

His Alpha was standing in the middle of the living room, looking powerful and handsome, and Peter felt like a little child that was called to the principle. He did his best to avoid his Daddy’s eyes, more interested in observing the floor.

“Baby, what was that?” Tony asked and pulled out his phone, showing Peter one of the pictures. His expression was neutral, but a small twitch on his forehead showed the Omega that he was holding back.

Fear spread in Peter’s stomach; an ugly feeling that made him want to cry. He knew he had fucked up, he had been too obtrusive, too demanding, and now his Alpha was angry at him, rightly so. “Daddy, I’m so sorry.” Peter started sobbing. “I didn’t want to pressure you, I swear. It was just- Bucky said you might like to see me like this, and he sent it before I could stop him.”

Abruptly, Tony relaxed, all the tension falling from his shoulders. “You said Bucky?” He dug deeper. “Bucky as in ‘Steve’s Omega Bucky’?”

“Yes,” Peter answered crestfallen. “He convinced me to buy the outfit and took the pictures. I’m so sorry, Daddy.” He sobbed harder, afraid his Daddy would reject him.

Suddenly two arms wrapped around his middle and pulled him closer against a muscular chest. He was surrounded by his Daddy’s scent, strong arms keeping him upright and his body relaxed unconsciously. Peter snuggled closer to the warm chest, breathing in the musky Alpha scent and he was savoring the feeling as much as he could. If this was the last hug he would ever get, he could at least enjoy it.

“Shh, baby.” The Alpha cooed, his hands buried in Peter’s curls. “I’m not mad at you.”

Peter raised his head; his eyes widen as he stared at his Daddy. “You’re not?”

“No baby, I’m not,” Tony assured him and pressed a kiss on his forehead. “I was jealous, baby. You can’t imagine how turned on I was when I saw the picture. Fuck, the outfit looks amazing, you look amazing. But someone else took the picture and I was jealous. I know I haven’t had much time for you, and I didn’t want to neglect you, sweetheart. I’m just glad that another Omega took the pictures. Do you understand, baby? You are mine.”

Peter smiled carefully at his Daddy, and he allowed himself to feel relieved. His Daddy hadn’t been mad, just a little jealous. He loved the possessive nature, loved that the thought had bothered his Alpha and suddenly confidence was filling his body.

“So you like what you see?” Peter asked bashfully, lowering his eyes to make an even more innocent picture.

The Alpha groaned, one hand wandering lower and slipping under the skirt until it was cupping his ass. Peter whimpered slightly, pressing himself closer against his Daddy and enjoying the Alpha’s attention. “Sweetheart, you can’t imagine what you’ve done to me.” His voice was deep, almost a growl and Peter shivered from the possessiveness. “I was sitting in a meeting with our Canadian customers when I got the pictures. I wanted to come home and fuck you, just as much as I wanted to rip the photographer’s throat out.”

“Daddy, please.” Peter whimpered and he started to rub himself against the Alpha. All his worries, all the pent-up energy was coming out, released in the form of overwhelming arousal. He knew his body was already slickening up and he could think about nothing but his Daddy’s thick knot inside of him. It had been too long.

His Alpha grabbed his hips, stopped his movements and Peter wailed. He was desperate, wanted to be reminded that he belonged to his Daddy, preferable split open on his Daddy’s cock. But the Alpha ignored his plea, capturing his lips instead and thrusting his tongue in Peter’s mouth. There was no technique, no finesse, just raw hunger, and his Daddy’s tongue that was controlling every inch of his mouth. Far too soon, the Alpha pulled back.

“Daddy,” Peter whimpered, his innocent gaze fixed on his Daddy while his lips were shining with spit. “Can you fuck me, please?”

The chuckle of his Alpha that followed his words was deep, a little mean even, and a wave of want lit up every cell in his body. He loved this, loved when his Alpha took control, and although he already knew that his Daddy would refuse his request, his body was still burning up.

“Have you earned it, baby?” The Alpha asked rhetorically. “Sending me filthy pictures at work, making me want to fuck you in my office. Is that what you wanted, Pete? That I'd lose control until I would drop everything for you and fuck you the way you need? Are you a little slut for me?”

Peter whimpered, his eyes rolling back as he tried to find friction against his cock, but the tight grab of his Daddy was too strong, preventing him from taking what he wanted. “Please, Daddy. I need your cock in my cunt. Please.”

The Alpha growled feral and pushed him back, letting Peter stumble across the room while he took a seat on the couch. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, already fully hard and leaking with precome. “Get on your knees, baby.” His voice left no room to argue. “Crawl to me and suck my cock. Show me how badly you need me, show me that you’ll work for it. Such a slutty little girl, the skirt doesn’t hide anything. Come closer and earn my knot.”

Peter moaned; a loud sound that was echoing across the entire room. He sank to his knees, partly because of the command, but his knees felt so weak all of a sudden that he couldn’t stand upright anyway. He hadn’t thought that being called a good girl would turn him on, but his Daddy had proved him wrong. He wanted to be a slutty little girl for his Daddy. Wanted to wear skirts and stockings as long as it was enough to make the Alpha lose control.

He crawled closer to his Daddy, his back arched and his ass pushed high in the air. He felt that his skirt slid lower, revealing more and more of his panties until he wasn’t even covered anymore. His Daddy’s gaze was fixed on his ass, hungry eyes that showed how aroused the Alpha was.

“Baby, gimme your panties.” The Alpha commanded. “Keep everything else on but give them to me.”

Peter whimpered and obeyed, stripping them off and giving them to his Daddy. He sat between his Alpha’s spread legs, his weight shifted onto his thighs and his back still arched. He knew that his skirt had ridden up, and although he had stopped crawling, it was still high enough that the curve of his ass was on display.

“You look like a fucking dream, baby,” Tony growled, hooking one finger in his choker, which declared him his Daddy’s property. “Come on, be a good girl, and make yourself useful.”

Peter leaned closer eagerly, his face pressed against his Daddy’s crotch as he inhaled the strong scent. He felt calm all of a sudden, balanced, as if he had a purpose in life. He could be good for his Daddy, the best Omega for this perfect speciesism of an Alpha. He placed chaste kisses on the Alpha’s cock, worshipping it like his Daddy deserved. He would show him that he could work for it, that he could earn the thick cock in his cunt.

Slick was running down his thighs, no fabric stopped it from dripping onto the floor and the thought made Peter bask in pride. He would always be ready, always slick and open for his Alpha.

“Baby, don’t tease,” Tony said, a slight warning in his voice. “Open up and take it, choke on it, work for it, sweet girl.”

Peter moaned in response, opening his mouth and taking the thick flesh inside. It tasted incredible. Salty and clean, a little bit like his Daddy’s come and he was addicted right away. He swirled his tongue around the cock, licking up the precome as if he was starving, and the smell of his Daddy made him dizzy with arousal, his mind blissfully empty again.

“God, baby. Look at you.” Tony cooed; his hands buried in Peter’s hair. “One lick and you’re cockstupid again. You are the perfect Omega, born to suck cock. Tell Daddy how much you love it, sweet girl.”

He whined, the vibrations tingled along the flesh and he could feel his Alpha’s cock twitching in response. He couldn’t speak, unwilling to pull back even a little, so he tried to nod and took his Daddy deeper to show him how much he liked it. Luckily, Tony understood. “God, baby, you need it bad, don’t you? Can’t even pull back for a second to answer my question.”

Peter confirmed the statement by taking his Alpha deeper, opening up until he could take his Daddy all the way inside. He was choking on the cock, his throat spasming and milking his Alpha while tears were spilling from his eyes. He loved the feeling, loved how helpless his Daddy was leaving him, and when the Alpha pressed his face ever deeper against his crotch, Peter started to tremble. His legs remained dutifully spread, although he wanted to close his thighs to get friction against his empty hole, but his Alpha hadn’t allowed it.

Tony tightened the grip in his hair, pulling his head back until he was forced to let go of his Daddy’s cock. He whimpered, suddenly feeling too empty and he tried to look pitiful to convince the Alpha to give it back.

“None of that.” His Daddy threatened and pulled him up until he was sitting on his lap. Slick was spread everywhere, and Peter started to wiggle on Tony’s thighs, trying to get friction against his hole. “Baby, don’t act up.” The voice was firmer now, less gentle and Peter wailed, struggling to keep his hips still. He was desperate, needing his Daddy’s knot so badly, and it felt he hadn’t had the chance to bounce on it for ages.

Tony wrapped his arms around his middle and pressed him close against his chest, making it hard for him to move. Peter moaned, forced to endure the sweet agony, and he could feel his Daddy’s bare cock bumping against his hole. One movement of his hips at the right angle and Peter could be exactly where he wanted to be, but the Alpha used his strength to keep him still.

“You look so beautiful, sweet girl,” Tony whispered in his ear, while a hand was wandering lower on his back, slipping under the hem of his skirt. As soon as his Daddy’s fingers made contact with his bare skin, Peter sighed, falling limp against his Alpha’s chest. He just had to take it, he wanted to take it. “I want to dress you like this every day, sweet girl. A short skirt I can push aside any second, cute little stockings and a choker that tells everyone that you’re mine. Would you like that, baby? You wouldn’t even need panties.”

At the same time, his Daddy’s hand had wandered between his cheeks and a finger entered him surprisingly in one thrust. Peter moaned loudly, trying to bounce on the finger, to stretch himself, but the Alpha didn’t let him. One finger wasn’t enough, was never enough, because only his Daddy’s thick knot could satisfy the burning need in his body. At least, Tony gave him a second finger right away.

His Daddy started to finger him, thrusting in and out of his wet hole and spreading them to make him ready for his Alpha. Pleasure was buzzing through his body with every stroke, switching off all coherent thoughts and nothing existed anymore, nothing but his Daddy and the pleasure he could bring him if Peter only obeyed.

“Have I been neglecting you, sweet girl?” Tony teased; his finger twisted and made obscene noises caused by the huge amount of slick. “Your cunt is so wet, arching for me to fill it up. You’re leaking all over me, baby, ruining my pants and tempting me. Tell me, how badly do you want me, my little slut.”

“D-Daddy!” Peter was sobbing by now, sensations were crashing over his body and leaving him a whimpering, desperate mess. He couldn’t take it anymore, he needed more. So much more. “D-daddy, please. G-gimme your knot. I-I’m your sweet girl, your little slut, anything you want. Just p-please.” His voice broke in the end, words too hard to find and he gave up. Every muscle of his body was working in overdrive, it had been too long since he had been split open on his Daddy’s cock. Their clothes were ruined, traces of slick were coating his skirt and the stockings were sticky with his Daddy’s precome.

“All right, baby.” His Daddy finally decided, giving him a hard smack on the ass that made the Omega whimper in arousal. “Take a seat, but don’t you dare move. I wanna carry you to the bedroom first. A sweet girl like you deserves to get fucked on a bed, even if you act like a little slut.”

Peter whimpered eagerly and shifted his weight, trying to split himself open on his Daddy’s cock. He struggled, couldn’t really get the angle right until finally the Alpha showed mercy and pressed it against his hole. Peter impaled himself in one go.

It felt like coming home. The familiar weight was stretching his walls, giving them something to clench around, and the Omega started to calm down. It was the reassurance he needed, proof that he belonged to his Daddy, that he was owned by his Daddy. His whole body was singing in arousal, his mind was empty and he could just be. He forgot how insecure he had been about wearing the skirt, how afraid of his Daddy’s rejection. He didn’t care that the media was talking about their inappropriate relationship for weeks, the only important thing was his Alpha’s knot inside of him.

Peter wrapped his legs around his Daddy’s waist as the Alpha stood up, and he clung to him as if his life depended on the other man. With every step Tony took, the cock in his hole moved and bumped against his prostate. It was torture, so good, so thick, but not enough. He fought against the urge to move, to bounce, trying to remember that he had promised his Daddy to be good.

Finally, they arrived in the bedroom and Tony laid him on his back without once leaving the slick heat. “Don’t worry, baby.” The Alpha whispered in his ear while he was pushing up the skirt a little bit. “I know your sweet little cunt can’t stand to be empty now. Daddy will fill you up, will give you his seed and breed you, just like my needy girl needs.”

Peter whimpered approvingly and spread his legs further, pulling them against his chest until he gave his Daddy the perfect view of his hole. He didn’t even need to be asked, he already knew what his Daddy wanted to see, how his Daddy wanted to take him.

“So good for me, little girl.” Tony cooed, his gaze fixed between Peter’s legs. “Come on, baby, spread your cheeks, show Daddy what he’s working with.”

The Omega blushed but didn’t hesitate, savoring the humiliation that didn’t diminish, no matter how often the Alpha ordered him to present. His hands wandered to his ass, spreading his cheeks and baring himself for his Alpha’s view. The knowledge of being vulnerable, of being open for his Daddy’s gaze was overwhelming and Peter couldn’t suppress a small twitch if his hips. Thankfully, the Alpha didn’t mind.

Tony started to move his hips, thrusting in and out of Peter’s body at a maddeningly slow pace. He was brushing against his prostate with every stroke, his hands fixating the Omega under him. Peter couldn’t take it. He started to cry, his body wanted to twitch, wanted to pull back or push closer to the other man, but he couldn’t, he was forced to hold still. Pleasure was washing over him, keeping him high and needy, but not enough to push him over the edge.

“Please, Daddy. More, please.” Peter started to beg, whimpering and crying, trying to coax his Daddy into fucking him properly. His eyes were rolling back and black spots started to blur his vision, his body on the verge of shutting down.

“So beautiful, baby.” Tony’s teasing voice had turned softer, almost affectionately, and he pressed kisses on Peter’s neck and jaw, everything he could reach. “I love you, sweet girl. Everything about you. Never think I’m not totally gone for you, okay?”

Peter nodded and sobbed, uncertain if the tears came from the maddening sensations or the loving words. His Daddy wanted him, always, even if every other Omega in the world would try to hit on him. The thought made him feel warm inside, special and cared for. He would do anything to keep his Daddy, would be the best Omega in the entire world, and as soon as his Daddy was ready, he would accept his mark.

Slowly, the Alpha started to increase the rhythm, his thrusts became faster and harder, pounding Peter like he craved, like he needed. Obscene sounds were echoing across the room, his slick emphasizing the smacks when his Daddy’s pelvis thrust against his ass. Tony’s cock was impossibly deep, splitting him open and rearranging his guts until everything inside of Peter seemed to be captured by his Daddy.

An emotional mixture of love and want was exploding in his body, spreading into each of his cells and leaving Peter burning with arousal. His orgasm washed over him like the tide, flooding every inch of him, and it left him high and buzzing. He sobbed, not noticing that he was screaming his father's name, that he begged his for Alpha to claim him, to turn him into his Omega properly. He didn’t even notice anymore that his Daddy was coming, too. The only thought that got through the fog in his mind was that his Alpha had finally knotted him, claimed and bred him, marking him properly as his Daddy’s Omega.

Come was sloshing in his hole and when he finally calmed down, he felt that his Daddy’s weight was pressing him against the mattress, preventing him from twisting too much. Slowly, his brain was turned back on again and he realized that his Daddy was talking to him.

“Shh, baby, sweet girl, relax. I’m going to claim you one day, make it official for everyone to see, but you have to be a little more patient. I don’t want you to regret it. Make sure you can deal with the media before I tie you to me forever.”

Peter whimpered and pressed his body closer to his Daddy’s bulky frame. “Would never regret it." He slurred, a satisfied smile on his face. “Luv you, Daddy. Always.”

His Alpha was tuning them around, pulling Peter on his chest and he was desperately clinging to the Omega. “Baby, I couldn’t bear to lose you. I’m sorry I neglected you. Please, stay with me.”

Peter froze, his Daddy was never emotional, never afraid of anything. But here they were, lying together in bed and the Alpha was clinging to him like he was gonna break if Peter decided to leave him. “Daddy, I’ll always want you. I’m ready, you can claim me.”

Tony gave him a gentle smile and pressed his lips to his forehead. “Soon, baby. I promise. Give me a few more months. If you’re still sure then, I will claim you properly.”

Peter grinned broadly, already imagining how it would feel like to officially be his Daddy’s Omega. “I’m already yours, Daddy, and I can’t wait to make it permanent.” His Daddy pulled him closer and kissed him in response.

#starker #starkercestbingo2020

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ravenforce · 5 years ago

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Cheating Death II

Warning/s: None FOR NOW. *Insert villainous laugh here*

A/N: Sorry it’s taking me a while to write this past few days. Actually, scrap that I haven’t been writing seriously this week because I have fallen to the cracks of playing SIMS 4 again and currently downloading Animal Crossing: New Horizon. Anyone else playing ACNH? Be my friend soon! Anyway, here’s just a little get-to-know the reader. I’ve written like 2k words to this already but decided to just cut it into small pieces while I’m staving off my writers' block for Stark Legacy and Manhattan 7. Enjoy! Will post part 3 tomorrow.

Parts: 1 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

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You opened your eyes and saw green. For a minute you were so disoriented you didn’t know where you are until you started gasping for air but all you had is water. You reached up and found the edge of the tub, and pulled yourself out of green-coloured water. You started coughing violently. You were all alone, save from one of your old friend, Megan Gywnn a.k.a Pixie.

“Welcome back.” She greeted but didn’t make a move to help you. You nodded your thanks before leaning against the tub to gather your bearings. You wanted to ask where your sisters but you knew there’ll be hell to pay after what you had done.

“Shall I get your sisters?” Megan asked, cutting through your internal musing. You looked up and shook your head. You raised your hand, and immediately she came to your aid.

“That won’t be necessary but be ready. We will leave at the break of dawn.”

Megan nodded and followed you up and out of the dungeon to prepare the jet.

***

The flight for Nanda Parbat to New York was long but not quite dreary. Megan, always the bubbly one, filled you on what you’ve missed for the past three months. Yes, you’ve been gone for three months. No wonder your sisters weren’t there when you woke up. They couldn’t just sit around and wait for you to rise from the dead. They’re both busy women.

You can only sigh quietly to yourself as you imagine the hell to pay for not just willingly dying but also for taking too long on your resurgence. You just hope that they weren’t too worried. They were fucking worried. You knew the moment you step into the lawn of your family estate just how worried they are by the sheer number of assassins waiting for you.

“So much for a surprise,” you sighed before throwing Megan a dirty look. For what it’s worth, she looked sheepish for ratting you out. You patted her shoulder before walking inside the house.

***

“Well, well, well. Look who’s back from the dead.” Talia, your eldest sister greeted from where she’s perched beside your other sister.

“Tally.” You greeted casually. You know she might be mad at you but you know she’s not going to be your problem. Talia has always been the understanding and nurturing one. You worry more about your other sister. She was the tough love kind.

“Nyssa.” You tried so hard for your voice not to shake for it to end up exactly as that.

“Y/N Al Ghul.” That’s all the warning you got before she disappeared from where she was sitting and jumped you. You let out an undignified squeak before her fist connected to your cheeks. You groaned before throwing her off of you.

“You said you want to travel the world.” A punch connected to your left rib, you groaned in pain.

“You said you wanted to experience cultures.” You dodge a kicked aimed at your head.

“Nyssa.”

“Do not Nyssa me.” A punch in the face that busted open your lips. “You said you wanted to watch the sunrise in one city and the sunset on another. You said you wanted to walk the path less travelled.”

She throws one sloppy punch and you caught her wrist. She has tears welling up her eyes. “I’m here now,” you said before pulling your sister in a hug, which she resisted at first.

“You said you wanted a normal life that’s why Talia and I disbanded the League. Then you go off, in space no less, to save a fucking hero.” She’s sobbing in your arms, and banging her fist against your back. You looked up at Talia as she approached you and Nyssa.

“Thank whatever is up there that Lucius Fox still has the formula for the Lazarus pit or you best believe Nyssa and I would stop at nothing to get you back,” Talia said caressing your cheeks over Nyssa’s shoulder.

#drabble #mini series #dc x marvel characters #avengers imagine #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanov x reader #natasha romanova x reader #black widow x reader #scarlett johansson x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanov imagine #natasha romanova imagine #black widow imagine #scarlett johansson imagine #cheating death series #raven writes

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sunfetti · 5 years ago

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Hi if it not much to ask for a Teru x Reader angstfluff fic. Where teru's in a relationship with reader who died abruptly and became " [Y/N] of the student council room" and because they want to see teru again. But they have to struck a deal with tsukasa and become his helper

An: My first request!! Thank you so much for requesting, it’s totally not too much to ask!! Hopefully you enjoy it!!

Word count: 1000+

Summary: Teru and Y/n were the happiest couple at Kamome Academy, but what happens when tragedy strikes? And what is Y/n willing to pay to see Teru again?

Trigger warning: Violent death, slight gore, heavy angst (please do not read if that upsets you!! I will post something more fluffy in the future to make up for this!!)

“The rumor of Y/n San...”

Have you heard of this rumor? They say in the student council room, resides the ghost of the heartbroken Y/n-San. Their grief chains them there and if they see you—they will make you feel the heartbreak they feel.

Silence... That’s all Y/N heard nowadays—no longer were the days that they could walk to school with their friends or greet their family when they got home. They couldn’t even affectionately hug their boyfriend anymore—that’s one of things they hated the most of this new existence. It’s not like they had wanted this, to live beyond their time. No. They wanted oh so desperately to be alive, still living and happy with their family and the love of their life. Safe and sound within Teru’s arms like they used to be able to do every day they wished.

Who was Y/n you ask? They were a former student at Kamome Academy, and the beloved of Teru Minamoto—the two of them being inseparable even before they were in a romantic relationship. They were the power couple of Kamome Academy, and It seemed as though nothing could stop them. That is except for the incident…

It happened so suddenly—that wretched day. Even when Y/n closed their eyes, they could still remember that day vividly.. It haunted their mind, just like how they now haunted the student council room. Y/n had been walking towards the Minamoto residence—having planned to spend the night there, as they had done so many times before. They giddily clutched the necklace clasped around their neck that Teru had given them earlier during school—the memory replaying within their mind.

”Are you sure you want me to have this?” They asked, admiring the gorgeous necklace that glimmered in Teru’s hands. It was such a beautiful gift but surely it must have cost a fortune right?”

“Of course I want you to have it! I bought it just for you!” Teru said, beaming with joy as he gestured for them to turn around. He gently put the necklace on his beloved, pressing a loving kiss to the back of their head. “There.. I knew you would look gorgeous with it..” He says, watching Y/n admire the necklace more—touching the charm.

“Thank you so much Teru! I love it!” They exclaim, happily hugging their boyfriend—who spun them around.

Ah yes.. That day had been so exciting for Y/n, so much so that they practically skipped towards the whole way. Though even despite how vivid that memory was, the nest few parts became slightly blurry to Y/n. Though they assumed that was reasonable due to how fast paced it was...

They had seen Tiara playing outside and waved to her—obviously being best friends with the youngest Minamoto siblings since Y/n was dating their older brother. Though, Tiara was so excited to see them that she ran towards the road—not noticing the car that was speeding towards her.

The next is a blur but Y/n distinctly remembers tossing their schoolbag aside and dashing into the road.

“TIARA LOOK OUT!” They screamed at the top of their lungs as they shoved the youngest Minamoto sibling out of the way as the car hit them—sending Y/n flying and landing harshly on the road with a sickening crack.

Tiara cried, having scraped her knees and hands—though seeing her brother’s s/o on the ground obviously hurt, she ran to grab her older brothers. Though Teru had beat her to it, running out of his house only to see his sister crying and then in horror—his s/o on the road.

Handing Tiara off to Kou, he dashed towards Y/n—falling to his knees once he got to them. “Y/N ARE YOU OKAY?! OH MY GOD—PLEASE BE OKAY!” He yelled, fumbling with his phone as he shakily dialed for an ambulance. He stuttered out his location and the situation through tears, checking out his beloved despite how the sight pained him.

He clasped their hand tightly—trying to reassure himself more then his s/o. “Y-you’re g-going to be o-okay Y-y/n..” He managed to stutter out, tears almost blinding him as he reached to brush the hair out of their eyes.

“T-teru?” They whispered, feeling their eyes begin to become heavier as they tried to keep them open—even if it was just for a few mode moments. Tears fell on their face as Teru whispered put sweet nothings to them—refusing to believe this would be the end of his beloved—of them.

“T-teru.. T-teru I-I l-love you..” They managed out, before their eyes closed for the last time.. Their heartbeat stilled as Teru shook them—trying to wake them up, like he had done so many times when they napped together in the student council room—or under a sunny spot. Yet they were gone by then, and he merely cradled their lifeless body as he sobbed more and more. He held them so tight that it took Kou and two EMTs to tear him from their body.

All that was left of his beloved was a broken necklace—charm shattered into pieces, just like Teru’s heart..

It was dark and there was water surrounding the whole place.. Something you’d imagine nothingness was.. And then suddenly there they were—in the student council room, floating above the ground and feeling their chest ache painfully. They never saw Teru ever again—for he refused to enter that room due to his grief. There was too many memories there to work.. Instead he worked in another room, far away from where Y/n wandered.

Anyone who entered ran when they felt the chill of Y/n clinging to them—trying desperately to get their attention. The heartbreak that manifested around them made most break into tears as they blindly ran away—leaving Y/n alone again.

And that’s how the rumor of “Y/n san of the student council room” was started. Their once lovely memory was stained with anguish and heartbreak. But it’s not like Y/n cared much, as the only thing they longed for was Teru. All they wanted was to see him again—to be around him.

“I wish I could see you again..” Y/n mumbled, floating above the table in the room—which had started to collect dust. Oh how he would have hated that—after all he wanted his workplace to be neat so he could work more efficiently..

“A wish you say?? I think I can help you with that!!” A voice called causing Y/n’s eyes to shoot open as they fumbled to look towards the voice. And there stood a boy—but he seemed off, almost eerily cheery as he smiled at them with a toothy grin. A seal was placed onto his cheek—colored a shade of black that reminded Y/n of the void they found themselves in once upon a time.

Though what caught their attention was the promise to make their wish come true, they stared at him wide-eyed before uttering out. “Could you? Could you really make my wish come true?” They asked, suspicious of the boy yet still hopeful.

“I could!! You want to see him again don’t you? “ The boy exclaimed merrily—seemingly eager to help them. Y/n felt for the first time in what seemed like forever—pure joy.. The prospect of seeing their lover again overwhelmed their reason—so much so that they almost forgot to ask the consequences or the price.

“I’m Tsukasa, and I’ll grant your wish! But I’ll need you to do something for me in return okay??” The boy—or Tsukasa states, causing Y/n to pause in their elation.

“What do you want me to do in return?” They asked, though their voice came out much more pitiful and desperate than they had wanted.Tsukasa grinned even wider, floating towards them eagerly. “You just have to be my assistant!! You see my brother has an assistant so I want to have one too!! You’d just would have to help me out when I need it!”

“Assistant? Brother??” Y/n asks further, the answers Tsukasa was giving only resulting in more questions.. Though if it meant seeing Teru again—then it would be worth being this weird kid’s assistant right? “Alright. As long as I get to see Teru again, I’ll do anything.” They say, sticking out a hand for Tsukasa to shake. And the latter did so—very eagerly.

“We have a deal then!! Have fun Y/n!!” He says, smiling as one of his koku-joudai surrounded the ghost in black smoke.

“H-hey what’s going o—” Y/n starts, before disappearing completely into the smoke and appearing in another room. Hesitantly they glanced around, gaze flicking towards the messiness and the complete disarray of the room. It looked completely trashed and was heavy with just as much sorrow as the student council room had when they haunted it.Though the voice behind them made Y/n whip around in surprise..

“Y-y/n is that really you?” Teru hoarsely called, staring wide-eyed at them. He almost broke out into sobs if he had any more tears left.

“Teru!! I missed you so much!!” They exclaimed, flying towards them and tackling him in a hug. He wrapped his arms around them—even despite the shock he was in, he hugged them like no tomorrow.

Thoughts raced through Teru’s head—how had Y/n become a supernatural? Would he have to exorcise them?.. No. Teru refused to exorcise his beloved—even if they were the one thing he loathed.

“I’m never letting you go again.. Promise me you’ll never leave me side okay? Promise me that Y/n..” He says, cupping their face between his hands.. They smiled softly, tears welling up in their eyes. “Of course Teru.. I’ll never leave you again..”

Have you heard this rumor? About Y/n san the ghostly lover..

#teru x reader #teru minamoto #jibaku shounen hanako kun #hanako kun #hanako kun x reader

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xhaotixaesthetica · 5 years ago

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Yandere!Ateez Reaction to you Trying to Escape

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Author’s Note: Heya anon! You’re a lucky one, cause your request got answered the quickest lol. I’m on a roll right now, this is the third request I’m answering today. At least as of when I’m writing this, that’s the case. I could stop halfway through and not finish this until two years later lmao. I outline Yandere!Ateez’s personalities in a previous headcanon, so this is based on those personalities. Some of them, like Yeosang and Jongho, have S/O’s that aren’t even aware they’re Yandere, so in those cases, I made it their reaction to when they think you’re trying to escape.

READ THE TRIGGER WARNING: This post contains mentions and discussion of abusive relationships, threats, violence, death, supernatural creatures, depression, self-harm, disturbing sexual descriptions, and mental illness. The behaviors and relationships depicted below are abusive and unhealthy. These are not examples of healthy relationships, it’s actually the opposite. This is meant to imagine the members of Ateez in a popular anime trope and it in no way represents their real-life personalities and characters. It’s fiction, it’s for fun, PLEASE DON’T READ IT IF YOU KNOW YOU WON’T LIKE IT OR THIS KIND OF STUFF DISTURBS YOU!

Genre: angst?? IDK really

Word Count: 2.7K+

You are in: the Asteroid Belt.

Hongjoong

The Perfect Boyfriend

Bitch, I’ll pray for you. Hongjoong is an extremely violent boyfriend and trying to escape is NOT advisable unless you know you have a completely foolproof plan.

He told you to never run. He told you that you won’t have any warnings or three strikes. If you leave he will catch you and he will hurt you.

Hongjoong is a man of his word, but you didn’t listen.

“Aww, baby,” Hongjoong made a mock pout, crouching down to your level. “Does the poor baby’s broken leg hurt?”

You couldn’t even look at it, it was twisted at such a grotesque angle. You’d always heard that broken bones didn’t hurt as much as you would think, and you found that to be true right now. Or maybe you were just in so much in all the other bruised parts of your body that it drowned out the pain in your leg.

“This is what happens when you don’t listen to me, you stupid bitch.”

Seonghwa

The Ice King Everytime I write that, I think of the Ice King from Adventure Time.

The silence was unbearable. He hadn’t said anything since your bodyguards brought you back, kicking, screaming, and terrified.

He just stared at you blankly, nothing in his eyes, nothing on his face, nothing in his body language. Occasionally, he would take a sip of the glass of brandy on the table beside him. Sometimes cross and uncross his arms over his chest.

All the while just staring, not saying anything.

You were too scared to speak, eventually too scared to even look at him, opting just to stare at your clammy hands clasped together in your lap.

What was he thinking?

Would he punish you?

Would he forgive you?

Would he beat you?

Would he . . . kill you?

You waited for what could have been hours, bracing yourself for an even more violent response the longer he sat.

But none of that came.

Without a word, Seonghwa stood and glided from the room. You thought he slammed the door the tiniest bit harder than normal, but you were so scared that you were sure your mind had made it up.

As you shuffled back to your room, you hurried as quick as you could past his door.

Your heart was beating too loud, heart too heavy with despair and disappointment, to hear the very faint sounds of sobbing coming from behind his door.

Yunho

The Damsel in Distress Next Door

Theoretically, you could 100% leave Yunho. You could walk out at any time you wanted and he wouldn’t go after you if he knew you were leaving because you wanted to break up and not because you’re hurt or something’s wrong. He wouldn’t hurt you or try and guilt-trip you.

He would say that he wishes you the best and that he won’t try to hurt himself again.

He. Is. Lying.

The minute you walk out that door, he’s closing all the blinds and windows, turning all the lights off, going in his bathroom, and getting the razor blade out of his shaver.

It’s tiny in his huge hands and that makes him even clumsier. He’s shaking, he’s crying, and blood is already spurting everywhere. He’s going to punish himself for everything bad thing he ever did in your relationship that he never got a chance to hurt himself for.

He remembers everything, without even having to write it down, and he’ll give himself the “appropriate” punishment for every bad action, even down to the tiny, most minute things like the time he forgot to put your favorite condiment on the sandwich he made you three months ago, or accidentally pulling your hair when he was running his fingers through it last year.

It might take a while to give himself all those punishments, but he’s going to make sure he stays alive until he gets everything he thinks he deserved.

The time he spends punishing himself is pretty much your only window of opportunity.

Because you know exactly what’s going on. You know what’s happening, you have that same bad feeling from last time, only amplified by ten.

You know he’ll die if you don’t go back.

You could always call the police and send them there, but you honestly doubt their ability to be able to hold him. Yunho’s an adept liar, and he’d get out of hospital treatment, probably in weeks, just to do the same thing. Except there wouldn’t be anyone to call the police then and there was no doubt he’d die then.

At this point, you don’t even believe Yunho can be fixed.

You have the choice between saving his life and being imprisoned in that relationship with him forever or let him die so you can heal and be free.

Yeosang

The Secret Serial Killer

Yeosang’s initial reaction is going to be straight-up confusion.

He doesn’t understand how in the world you could have found anything out that would make you leave.

He was so careful, always so cautious. The police don’t even know what he is or the things he’s done, so how would you?

You hadn’t been acting weird lately. Or had you? How would he not notice?

But the truth is you hadn’t noticed anything. Like I said, Yeosang is too careful, too sneaky, too clever.

What really happened is that you were out with a friend yesterday evening and decided to spend the night as no one felt like driving and both of your phones were dead so you couldn’t call Yeosang to pick you up. You got to her house and put the phone on the charge before eating a late dinner, intending to call him when it had charged up a bit, but you fell asleep before you could do so.

And this happened to be on a night where Yeosang had prior commitments so he couldn’t stalk you so see what you were doing. He was so tired that he fell asleep as soon as he got home, only panicking when he woke up the next day to find you still gone.

And now, it was eleven o’clock and Yeosang was pulling up to your friend’s house, calming only slightly when he saw you about to get in your friend’s car, phone in hand, looking worried.

He realized you’d probably been trying to call him but the blood pounding against his ears didn’t allow him to hear the phone he’d thrown haphazardly into the passenger seat.

Yeosang barely even parks before open the car door, anything he was about to say dying on his tongue as an explanation rushed out of your mouth.

Yeosang takes it gracefully, nodding, as he pulls you into his arms.

“I was scared something happened to you,” he says, to which your friend starts cooing over your relationship.

She just doesn't know that he’s already formulating a back-up plan in case you found out about him and tried to leave.

He had no problem killing your friends off one-by-one if it meant you’d stay with him.

San

The Jekyll and Hyde

No matter how San was feeling previously, your attempted escape would undoubtedly bring out Other San.

You’d seen Other San angry before. You’d seen him throw things, punch gigantic holes in walls, scream till he was hoarse, had him kick you in the stomach so hard he almost ruptured your organs, and even seen break an entire table once.

But none of that, none of it compared to the way you were seeing him now.

His gait was slow and confident, his dark eyes following you like a predator, a terrifying smirk painting his face, the malice of it detracting from every handsome feature he had.

“Baby,” he laughed, shaking his head, crossing to the kitchen and disappearing for a moment. You’d run if you thought you actually had a shot of escaping but you knew you didn’t and San was already angry enough.

“You’re so stupid, baby,” he giggled, voice muffled by distance and the more overpowering sound of metal instruments tinkling and bumping against each other.

You said nothing.

When San emerged, it was with a long meat knife with an incredibly sharp blade. You didn’t even know you had that.

San’s eyes were wild, manic as he advanced toward you, shuddering at the sound of your terrified whimpers.

“If you wanted me to hurt you, all you had to do was ask.”

Mingi

The Clingy Bad Boy

This is probably going to be pretty short because I don’t see Mingi having a gigantic reaction, shocking as that may seem. It wasn’t short at all, but that’s because I got description crazy.

He would just have a really violent one.

The minute he got you back in the house, he’d look at you for a second.

And then he’d punch the shit out of you.

You blacked out and when you woke up, it was to an aching body and bruises all over your body. Some places were swollen, some cut, and some bleeding, but, thankfully, nothing was broken.

For some reason, breaking bones seemed like a line Mingi wasn’t able to cross when it came to you.

Personally, you’d rather he broke a single bone and left you alone than do all this, but that wasn’t something you’d say out loud.

You looked up when the door opened to reveal Mingi coming in the room carrying a glass of water, a sandwich and chips, and a few pills.

He sat in a chair beside the bed, putting the food on one side of the nightstand and holding the glass of water and the pills out to you. “Take these,” he said, no trace of his previous anger, but no trace of remorse either.

He looked like this was a normal, everyday occurrence.

You complied, recognizing the pills as two painkillers and swallowing them along with a couple large gulps of water.

Mingi brought a first-aid kit from under the bed, cleaning cuts and applying ointments to your wounds, humming in his low, deep voice as he did so.

And even though he was the one who did this to you, the human mind is an absolute bitch and you relaxed as you heard him sing the familiar melody. He was humming the song he always sang when you were sad.

When he finished treating you, he gave you the food and let you eat before helping you to the bathroom, giving you a hot bath and helping you brush your teeth, do your skincare routine, and dress you for bed.

Your body hurt, but the painkillers helped and Mingi carried you and did everything for you so you didn’t have to move around as much.

He sang you to sleep as well, something he rarely did.

As you drifted, halfway between sleep and consciousness, you felt him lean down to your ear and say, “I already told you not to leave me. I meant it. Don’t make me do this again.”

Wooyoung

The Incubus

I really don’t see a way for you to even attempt to escape from Wooyoung. He has demons guarding you and he uses his powers to keep track of you at all times. Not to mention, you can’t navigate Hell, only a demon can. This is a fact that both you and Wooyoung are well aware of.

If you managed an escape attempt, it would only be because Wooyoung was bored and he allowed it to happen. He might actually like you more if you did this. It’d give him something fun to do and an excuse to punish you and his punishments were his favorite thing in the world.

He’d tell his guards to let you slip past and watch you, amused, as you ran out of the house and past the gates. You didn’t last long, eventually too incredibly confused by the twists and turns of hell, too scared of the glowing eyes of unknown creatures that you could see lurking hungrily at you through the dense shrubbery.

Wooyoung was slightly impressed, though. It was longer than any human’s ever lasted and certainly longer than he expected of you.

But still, he waited. You had to know no one else was coming for you. You had to know that without his help, you’d die here. And it’d be a slow and painful death, much more so than any death on earth could be.

You had nowhere else to turn . . .

“Wooyoung!”

There it was.

Wooyoung grinned as he appeared before you in a flurry of black smoke, even more amused at the sight of you sobbing on your knees, hating the fact that you had to return to him but having no other choice.

He tsked disapprovingly, crouching down so he was eye-level with you, his finger slipping under your chin to bring your head up to look at him.

“Bad baby. Now I have to punish you.”

Wooyoung grunted as he thrust quickly into the demon, her loud screams of pleasure reverberating off the walls.

Her smirk was smug as she looked at you, chained in the corner and forced to watch him fuck her.

It was your usual punishment, except Wooyoung normally makes you watch him fuck three or four women (demon stamina was a hell of a thing). But he seemed to be more taken with this girl; they were on their third round and he hadn’t shown any sign of tiring out yet.

You didn’t know what that meant. Had they met before? Did he already like her? Was he . . . was he thinking about replacing you?

You tried to tell yourself that that didn’t matter, that it was something you would be happy about, but you couldn’t deny the lurch your stomach gave at the thought.

If Wooyoung found someone else, what would he do to you?

Would he throw you out? As much as you hated him and this horrible fucking place, you couldn’t ignore the fact that it was much safer here than out there with the other things that lurk in this realm.

And he definitely wouldn’t be nice enough to take you back home.

Would he kill you? There’s a chance it would be quickly but, knowing him, it would be long and drawn out.

Maybe it would be in your best interest not to piss him off, after all.

“Fuck,” he grunted. “So tight!”

His head was thrown back as the woman climbed on top of him, riding him quickly, his hands kneading her ass.

Through his haze of pleasure, he grinned as he read your thoughts. You were starting to question yourself, starting to wonder what was actually in your best interest, just as he wanted.

He became more vocal, making sure not to glance your way as he thrust into the woman and kissed her passionately, both of them groaning loudly as he came.

He could hear how their noises made you feel.

For now, you’d comply because it was best for your safety. But eventually, you’d actually believe you loved him.

“This could be you if you weren’t so mean, love,” he said, placing the woman on her back and thrusting into her once more, going back to ignoring you as he pounded into her, moaning as her legs locked around his waist and her nails dug into his back.

His ego was bigger than ever as he felt your fear amplify, scared he would replace and throw you away, terrified of what lurked outside these walls.

Yes, his plan was going lovely.

Jongho

The Overprotective Guard Dog

We need more Jongho GIFS

OK, I know this is going to be hella short because Jongho would not have a big reaction at all. If you simply wanted to break up, he would ask why. He’d ask what he could change for you two to stay together. He’d change accordingly. If you still wanted to break up, he would reluctantly let it happen and you two would continue to be friends.

If it was because you found out about him, then he would disappear, stalking you quietly from the sidelines without your knowledge.

In all scenarios, Jongho will continue stalking you, taking out threats and people that bother you from afar.

You think you’re rid of him, but you’re his god/ess and he’ll always be around to serve you, whether you know it or not.

The Asteroid Belt

Starlink Intergalactic Navigator

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sohin-ace · 5 years ago

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Jotaro - Lonely

This is cross-posted from Wattpad and available on AO3. This is an old work, the writing has improved ever since.

Enjoy~

The bell rang, signaling the end of morning classes. You gathered your things, and took your bento with you as you were heading out of the classroom. Some of your female classmates called out to you.

"Hey Y/N! You come eat with us?"

"Ah, not today, sorry! I'm eating with someone else." you said to your friends sheepishly.

They came closer to you to not raise their voice and attract attention to their next words, as they may provoke some crazy fangirls.

"Are you eating with Jojo again?" the first one dead panned.

"Jeez, I really don't get what you see in him. I mean he's hot, but that's it." the other added.

"Yeah, he's an asshole, and violent too, and knowing you, you wouldn't even hang with a guy like that even if he was Mr. Worldwide Handsome."

You frowned at their words. You liked these girls a lot and they usually were sweethearts, but you hated when they acted like that. Disrespectful and judgmental.

"Hey, if you hate him that's on you, but please don't disrespect him to my face..." you said softly but sternly. Seeing the upset look on your face, they felt bad.

"I'm sorry Y/N, but really, we don't understand what you like about that guy."

"We're worried about you, you know? What if he does something to you, or gets you in trouble? Did you know he sent Kowasaki-kun to the hospital?"

"And you remember how he told Sayaka-chan off when she confessed to him? She cried for weeks! No respect for women, that guy!"

You understood their concerns, but you started to get tired of all this. You turned to face them properly and snapped.

"How dare you, you don't even know him to judge, maybe if you gave him a chance and tried to actually talk to him face to face, maybe you'll know what's so good about him. He may look intimidating, but he's the nicest guy I've ever met with the purest heart, and he doesn't talk shit about people..."

The girls fell silent, guilt obvious on their faces. You continued on your rant as other students that walked by or entered the classroom, stopped to listen to the whole drama happening.

"Put yourself in his shoes for one sec. If people kept staring at me, followed me all the damn time, spread rumors about me, and started fights with me, I'd want to skip school too and not talk to anyone either. Learn to know people before you make assumptions. And stop cutting him in front of my own two eyes. You damn know he's my friend." you finished with venom in your voice.

You didn't know but this whole time, a very tall edgy boy was waiting outside the classroom, listening to the whole conversation. He had a tiny smile on his lips. He was gone before you could get out of the classroom and notice him.

As you walked away, the people who witnessed the whole scene were astonished by your rant. Some of them also felt guilty, along with your two friends. After all you were right. People kept judging Kujo Jotaro, but who could actually say they knew him? He had a reputation, yes, that's for sure, but nobody actually tried to approach him and check for themselves.

The only ones who tried were thirsty fangirls who only cared for his looks and body, and either ended up hating his harsh personnality, or just got even more turned on by getting insulted by him.

You walked up the stairs, on your way to the rooftop where your tall friend was probably waiting for you. You took a deep breath to calm down your nerves, but you couldn't help the pang of sadness in your heart.

Why were people so mean? To insult Jotaro so freely, only judging the book by its cover, and trying to get you away from him like he was the black plague or something.

As you got there and opened the heavy metal doors, you were greeted by the stone look of your lunch buddy.

"Hi Jojo!" you put on a fake smile, trying to forget the ordeal "Did you wait long? Sorry!" you stepped towards him.

He didn't say anything, just scooted a little further from where he was sitting, a silent invitation for you to sit beside him which you did.

You both opened your lunchboxes and he noticed how little you actually packed. Only some veggies and a salad.

"Vegan?" he asked with his deep voice. Startling you a bit.

"What? Ah no, I uh.. I'm trying to lose some weight haha..." you admitted blushing a little, scratching the back of your neck "It's embarassing."

"Bullshit." he commented while taking some meat from his own cutely prepared bento -bless you Holly- and giving it to you, putting it in your own box.

"Eat. I'm not dealing with your anemic ass again".

You blushed at the nice gesture as you muttered a little 'Thank you'. He actually remembered your little health condition. You only mentioned it once when you felt particularly dizzy, but he actually paid attention and cared.

That's exactly what you were talking about. If people saw this side of him, they would never even glare at him. They would know how sweet and caring he was.

You fixed your skirt after you finished eating, and stared mindlessly at his wandering blue gaze. He always seemed like he couldn't care less what other people thought of him, but you wondered how he felt deep down.

It must be so lonely, being rejected by everyone.

He noticed your staring, and looked back into your sad eyes. Before you could break contact he asked.

"What's wrong?"

You didn't want to talk about negative stuff and spoil the calm mood, so you just shrugged it off and told him it was nothing important, but he pressed further.

"Tell me what's going on." In fact, he knew exactly what happened, but he wanted you to actually tell him. See how you were going to word it.

You knew you couldn't win against him when he was like this. You let out a tiny chuckle as you gave up.

"Jojo... Don't you feel lonely sometimes?" you paused a bit to let you both think. "Even if you pull out that strong exterior, I can imagine how it must feel. People talking dirty all the time, being the center of the attention, having a bad reputation, being assaulte-"

"I'm not lonely." He cut you off as he heard enough.

"Huh?" your eyes widened in disbelief.

"I don't need anyone's validation anyway."

You still wore a painful expression on your face. It was like you were carrying all his pain for him. To be honest, you'd rather wear that burden on your shoulders than him.

"But Jojo..." your voice cracked and you stopped talking. Not trusting your voice anymore as tears welled up in your eyes.

"Yare yare daze.. Why are you the one crying?" he then wrapped his strong arm around your shoulders and pulled you against him so you could cry freely on his chest.

"Because... Because you never cry Jotaro! Are you okay?" you managed to say between sobs.

It amused him how you were the one to ask if he was okay when you were the one sobbing. He'll never admit, but he was actually grateful to have such a caring friend, that will cry in his stead and stand up for him, even if he didn't need any of that.

Also, he thought it was cute how emotional you could be just for him. Sometimes he wondered if he even deserved you.

"Stop worrying so much about me. Worry more about yourself. Good grief your empathy will kill you one day." He took out a handkerchief and proceeded to wipe your face roughly making even more of a mess, like an inexperienced dad.

"Pffft Jotarbbrrbrprpr Staapppbbrbrpbrrb pfffft" you desperatly asked him to stop since he was harshly scrubbing your face and spreading your snot and tears all over your skin.

You just grabbed his wrist and cleaned yourself properly this time, your composure returning.

"...I heard everything back there." he suddenly started after you calmed down in his arms.

"Heard what?"

"What you said about me to those girls in the classroom."

You got up from you leaning position against him and looked at his face with wide eyes. "You were there?"

He nodded, his deep blue eyes soft on your own. He was so beautiful. The more you looked at him, the more handsome he seemed. You could only reciprocate his look as you apologized.

"I'm sorry you had to hear those horrible things they said about you... They're not bad people, they just... misunderstand you."

You tried to justify your friends' behavior to reassure him, but the male didn't give two shits if your friends meant what they said or not, all he saw right now, is how pure of heart you were.

To try and make your classmates look good even when they were openly rude. The way you defended him back then, and how you defended the girls now. How you didn't see the bad in people and only highlit their qualities.

He didn't even notice that he was running his hand to the side of your head and brushing your beautiful hair. God he was so enamored with you.

Lonely? Him? How could he ever feel lonely with someone as magnificent as yourself by his side?

You grabbed his hand gently in your own small one with a soft pink hue tinting your cheeks. Words were needless. These small ministrations of love said everything for you both. Slowly you approached the hand that you were grabbing and gently placed your lips on his wrist in a angelic, feathery kiss.

He shuddered as his cheeks lit up at the pleasurable feeling. You were so cute, he couldn't help but respond by cupping your cheeks and kissing your lips in a silent confession.

If only people knew this side of him.

This was inspired by and old friend of mine. He had the reputation of a violent delinquent, and people didn't like me being around him. Even the teachers called my parents to tell me to stop hanging out with him. I tried my hardest to convince everyone that he was very kind and polite and with the nicest heart. Nobody believed me obviously. Funny thing though, my parents loved him!

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo #jjba #stardust crusaders #jotaro kujo #jotaro #writing #x reader #reader insert #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo part 3 #part 3 #jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo x reader

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nejitenforlife · 5 years ago

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Grieving Process

Genre: Angst

Pairing: NejiTen

World: After Fourth Shinobi War

Synopsis: Tenten is trying to deal with the loss of her long-time comrade and friend after the war. How does she handle the five stages of grief?

(I wrote this story back in 2014. I wanted Tenten to have a chance to express her emotions in a way Kishimoto didn’t let her in the manga.)

"Because death is the only thing that could have kept him from you" - Ally Carter

It’s not true. I don’t believe it. He can’t just be gone, not after everything we’ve been through together.

These were the thoughts running through Tenten’s mind as she stood amongst her friends one wet, rainy day. The day they had the funeral for the genius of Konohagakure, Hyuuga Neji. She stood next to her comrade, Rock Lee and their sensei Might Gai, both heartbroken and sobbing as they faced the grave, Neji’s beautiful face in a photograph sitting beside it.

Tenten tipped her head back, eyes open against the rain droplets falling against her skin. She opened her mouth and let a few drops land on her tongue, relishing the cool numbness it granted her. She didn’t understand why everyone was so sad. He’s not gone. She thought to herself. I’m going to wake up tomorrow and he’ll be there, waiting for me at the training grounds for our daily session.

Her head dropped forward and she once again let her gaze fall on the picture of her comrade, sitting next to the gravestone that declared to the world that ‘Hyuuga Neji’ rested there. She felt numb. Both her heart and her body. She knew she was supposed to be feeling something—everyone else sure was—but she kept telling herself, over and over, that Neji couldn’t be dead. He was a prodigy. And prodigies don’t die easily. So Tenten stood there, beside her comrades and her friends who were grieving over the loss of their beloved friend, while she kept thinking to herself what kind of training they would do the next day. Would he help her with her target training first before they practised the new move he was creating? Or would they talk again for an hour before remembering they were supposed to be training? She smiled at the memory. Half the time their conversations turned to arguments as they both had very different, opinionated views about certain subjects. But the arguments were always in good humour and the two shinobi enjoyed them thoroughly—although neither would admit that out loud.

Tenten smiled to herself as she thought of one such memory. They had been arguing about which ramen was the best—curtesy of Naruto taking their team out for lunch the previous week to Ichiraku Ramen—and it resulted in a sparring match when Tenten threw a kunai at Neji after he—for the umpteenth time—declared that Miso soup was the best. That sparring match ended with Neji winning, as usual, but afterwards the couple found themselves walking towards Ichiraku to find out for certain just which dish was better. And, of course, Tenten had to grudgingly agree that Neji was right—although she didn’t actually tell him that. She made sure to keep to her original argument that her soup was better.

The ceremony ended and straight away Tenten was surrounded by her friends, reaching out for a hug as they looked at her with sorrowful eyes.

“How are you going, Tenten?” It was Haruno Sakura that asked the question, the mournful look on her face indicating that she was ready to cry with Tenten if need be.

“I’m fine.” Tenten replied, her numb body unable to feel anything as she gazed into her friends’ eyes.

“Are you sure?” Her blonde haired friend, Yamanaka Ino probed, her arms stretching out to hold the brunette by the shoulders. “Because we’re here for you if you need us.”

Cocking her head to one side, Tenten eyed her worried friends and attempted to give them a reassuring smile. “I’m fine girls, really. Why wouldn’t I be? I’ll see him tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Sakura questioned, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “Are you going to his grave again tomorrow?”

Tenten almost laughed at the ridiculousness of that question. “Of course not. I’ll see him for training in the morning. Now I really need to go, I have to make sure my weapons are all ready for our session tomorrow.” Tenten walked away before the two girls could get another word out, dodging Lee and Gai as they came towards her. She couldn’t stay here any longer, not with all these sad people around her while she was trying so hard to stay optimistic.

He’s not dead. She reminded herself. I’ll see him tomorrow and we’ll laugh at how silly everyone has been.

The retreating girl didn’t hear her friends’ conversation as they watched her flee the scene, worried even more.

“She’s lost it.” Ino stated, her wide eyes turning towards Sakura. “She’s completely lost her marbles.”

Sakura chewed on her bottom lip, a frown still on her features. “Maybe it’s just her way of grieving?” She said it as if it were a question. She felt pitiful; she was a medical ninja and could heal any manner of physical injury, but fixing a broken heart was something she feared she could not do. “Come on, let’s go see Hinata. I think Naruto has finished talking to her now.”

The duo walked towards Neji’s younger cousin, Hyuuga Hinata, their hearts heavy with grief as they went to console yet another friend.

Thunk

Stupid Neji!

Thunk, thunk.

Stupid freaking Hyuuga! I hate you! I swear I hate you so much!

Thunk thunk thunk.

The weapons mistress scowled at her training posts, cursing Neji in her head as she threw her kunai at the targets with all her might. She wanted to imagine the targets were his stupid, gorgeous face but she didn’t have the heart—even when all she wanted to do was wring his neck.

“Why did you have to die?” She asked aloud, hurling another kunai at the stump. “You stupid liar! You promised me that—you promised me! How could you!” As she went to get another weapon from her pouch, Tenten, in her anger, cut herself on the kunai as she pulled it out. “Ouch!” She swore and brought her finger up to look at it, noting the blood that was dripping onto the dry ground beneath her. “Stupid kunai! Now you’re betraying me too!” She glared at the inanimate object before turning around and propelling it blindly into the distance.

“Hey, watch out!” Rock Lee walked into her view, his eyes wide with shock. “That almost hit me, Tenten.”

Turning her back on her comrade, Tenten let out a deep sigh before once again reaching into her pouch for a weapon, only to realize she had run out. “What are you complaining for?” She snapped. “Consider it training.”

Lee didn’t laugh as he normally would have, and Tenten realized something must be wrong. His concerned, almost alarmed expression was her other clue. “Tenten,” he started, walking towards her slowly with his arms held up in front of him—as if she was some kind of frightened animal. “I am worried about you. We are all worried about you.”

The weapons mistress folded her arms across her chest defensively and started tapping her foot against the ground. “Why are you worried? I’m perfectly fine.”

Lee shook his head sadly, a troubled expression taking over his features as he regarded her. “You are not fine. It has been a month and you are not grieving Neji’s loss properly. Are you even eating well? We hardly saw you for the first two weeks after his funeral and now all you do is train. You need to talk to someone about how you are feeling.”

“How I’m feeling?” Tenten repeated, her eyes suddenly turning to stone as the anger inside her snapped. “How I’m feeling? I’ll tell you how I’m feeling! I am furious at Neji right now. He left us. He left me! And after he promised me—did you know we were—?” She cut herself off, unable to finish the sentence.

“Yes, I knew.” Lee replied, his eyes full of sorrow for his teammate.

“Then don’t you understand why I’m angry?” She yelled, her face growing hot in her anger. “He lied to me! He lied to me and he left me and now I’m stuck here in a world without him and I am so furious I could kill someone!”

“He did not leave you, Tenten. Not on purpose.”

Tenten shook her head fiercely at her comrade. “He did leave me!” She screamed.

Lee tried to hold out placating hands but she sent him such a violent glare that he backed up a couple of steps. “He was protecting Hinata. You would have done the same.”

“No, I wouldn’t have. To hell with Hinata! Why is she so damned important anyway? I wish she had died instead of him!” She was crying now, hot tears streaming down her face as she shrieked at her friend.

“You do not mean that.” Lee spoke, sadness tinging his voice. He had never tried to comfort a grieving friend before and he didn’t know what to do. He was grieving himself—he didn’t feel comfortable trying to help her when he was still trying to process it all.

“Yes, I do! I wish Hinata would have died instead! Then Neji would still be here and we would be together!” Tenten’s voice cracked with a broken sob and she buried her face in her hands, unable to deal with all the feelings swirling inside of her. She didn’t mean it, not really. Tenten would never truly mean those words and she felt awful for uttering them. But it made her feel a little better, blaming Neji’s death on someone.

“Tenten,” Lee made to walk towards his comrade, arms held out as if to wrap her in a hug.

“Go away.” She mumbled through her hands, unable to look up at him as she continued to cry— big, heaving sobs that wracked her body. When Lee went to take another step forward, Tenten whipped her head up, her eyes full of painful fury. “I said, go away!” She screamed so loudly her throat burned for hours afterwards. She continued to glare at her friend until he gave her a long, miserable nod before backing away, leaving her once again alone in the field.

Tenten collapsed onto the ground, her legs unable to support her as her sobs became louder and harder. “I hate you, Neji.” She muttered, her face pressed against the ground as she wept. “I hate you so much.”

Laying in her bed one evening, Tenten tried to ignore the tears rolling down her cheeks. It had been three months now since Neji had left her and she still wasn’t coping with his death. She had tried to visit her friends—and they had visited her more than a few times to make sure she was looking after herself—but that didn’t seem to be helping her.

“Please God, if you’re out there, please bring him back.” She uttered, her eyes on the ceiling above her. She had never pleaded for anything in her life but she did so now. She needed to do something. “Please, I’ll do whatever you want. Just… Just give him back to me.”

Her tears came harder and she groaned, her heart breaking in her chest. She hadn’t thought it possible for her heart to break any more, but every time she thought about him—about his stupid destiny, his graceful movements, his soothing voice, his beautiful smile—her heart would shatter a little more.

Tenten snivelled, burrowing her head into her pillow to muffle her cries. Take me instead. She bargained. I don’t care what you do to me. Kill me, maim me, destroy me. Just give him back. Take me instead. Even if I’m not alive to be with him, I just want Neji to live.

She continued to plead for his life, telling God everything she would do if only she could be with Neji again. Eventually, for the umpteenth night in a row, Tenten finally drifted off to a restless sleep, her pillow soaked with her tears.

Her house was a mess. She hadn’t cleaned in weeks—the same time she decided to hole herself in her apartment, refusing to see anybody. She lived off instant microwavable meals, and when they ran out, she had just stopped eating. It had been three days now since her last meal.

Tenten lay on the couch, surrounded by discarded food dishes and clothes. She hadn’t showered for a whole week—not since what happened last time. She had remembered something she and Neji had talked about a couple of months before the war broke out. Tenten had found herself curled into a ball under the steaming water— a wet, sobbing mess on the floor of the shower. She refused to go through that again and had decided it best to stay away from the bathroom altogether.

It was almost the end of the day when she heard the knock at her door. She decided to ignore it—just as she had ignored all of the other twenty-seven house calls during the past month. This knocking didn’t stop, however, and soon a bellowing voice accompanied the noise.

“Tenten, Tenten open up!” Her sensei, Gai shouted from the other side of the door. “I know you’re in there!”

Tenten stayed silent, thinking he would go away after a while if she refused to answer. Besides, she wasn’t in the mood for visitors. Along with her un-showered state and empty stomach, she looked horrendous. Her hair was a matted mess down her back and her face was red and blotchy, her eyes in a seemingly constant swollen state since she had been crying for so long.

“If she isn’t going to open this door then I’ll have to do it myself.” Tenten heard her sensei mutter. If she had been in her right mind, Tenten would have been alarmed at those words. But as it was, she just sunk deeper into the couch, trying to drown out the sounds of life filtering in from outside as she held back another bout of oncoming tears.

“Dynamic entry!” The door flew off its hinges, shattering against the wall directly behind her head. Tenten jumped up in alarm but immediately became dizzy and she wobbled, losing her balance and falling back onto the couch.

Gai rolled into the house casually, his hands expertly manoeuvring his wheelchair as he took in the state of the house. “Tenten, what on earth have you been doing? This place looks atrocious—What is that?” He yelled, his eyes landing on the depressed girl in front of him.

Tenten managed an eye roll but was unable to smile at her teacher’s surprise. “It’s me, Gai-Sensei.”

Gai rolled over to her, his eyes wide as he gave her hair and face a long look. “You have really let yourself go, Tenten. Have you been training?” He asked, stopping a few feet in front of her. He would have made it to her side but there was a mountain of debris blocking his path.

Tenten rolled onto her stomach, unable to look at her sensei in the eyes. “I don’t feel like training.” She mumbled into a tear stained pillow.

She heard a sigh from his side of the room and knew the look he would be sending her. Full of pity and disappointment. “Have you at least been eating properly?” He probed. A shuffling noise as his wheelchair moved around in a circle before another sigh escaped his lips. “No, it doesn’t look like it. Tenten, you must eat properly or you will lose all of your strength. What would Neji think if he saw you like this?”

“I don’t care.” She replied, her voice cracking as tears once again flooded into her eyes. She blinked, trying to hold them at bay. Shuffling so that her hands were pressed together in front of her, she twisted the ring that sat snugly on her finger, something she had started doing a lot recently.

“I don’t believe that.” Gai countered, his voice gentle. “I believe you care very much about what Neji would think of your state right now. You know that we are all worried about you.”

A thought popped into her head and she looked up from the couch, finding her sensei through watery eyes. “I’ve let everyone down, haven’t I, sensei?” She asked miserably.

Gai tried to roll closer to her but his wheel snagged on a piece of clothing. He looked at her, his eyes soft and a small, reassuring smile touched his lips. “No. You haven’t let anyone down, Tenten. We all know how hard this has been for you.”

The tears that she had tried to hold back fell from her eyes, staining her already dirty clothes. “It’s been hard on everyone!” She wailed.

“But for you especially.” His eyes glanced down at the ring she was subconsciously twisting around her finger. “When did you get it?” He asked softly.

Tenten made herself stop touching the ring and she held up her hand to stare at the diamond encrusted band on her left ring finger. She sniffled and wiped a hand across her eyes, clearing her throat before speaking. “Hinata slid it under the door with a note last week. She said she found it while she and her sister were going through his room at the Hyuuga estate.” Tenten couldn’t stop the sob from ripping through her body and she leant forward, burying her head in her hands.

“It’s a beautiful ring.” Gai commented, still speaking softly.

“Thank you.” She sniffed, once again wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. She took a deep breath to calm herself and then looked back at her sensei. “He told me that after the war ended he was going to propose to me. We had already been dating for almost a year, and we were both ready for the next step.” The tears came again and she let out a loud moan, wondering if there would ever come a time when she would not cry whenever she thought of her late boyfriend.

“Come here.” Gai held up his arms invitingly and she leapt off the couch, crawling into her sensei’s lap as she began to weep against his shoulder. Gai’s arms came around her and he shushed her as she blubbered incoherently in his arms.

Gai stroked her matted hair back from her face, running his fingers through her strands to try and give it some sort of semblance. “I think it’s about time you pick yourself up. Don’t you, Tenten?” He asked as he swayed her lightly from side to side.

Tenten inhaled deeply, calming her ragged breaths. “I know.” She whispered in reply.

“First things first though,” Gai continued, bringing a hand up to pinch his nose between his fingers. “You are in a desperate need of a shower.”

For the first time since Neji’s death, a smile broke out on her face and she held her sensei tighter, silently thanking him for being there for her.

Tenten stood in front of her mirror, concentrating as she finished putting her hair up into its usual buns. When she was finished, she gave herself a once over before walking to her bed and picking up her wallet, tucking it snugly away in her weapons pouch.

She made her way through the busy streets of Konohagakure, heading towards the restaurant where she was meeting the girls. Tenten quickened her steps, knowing she was already late for their appointment.

“Tenten, there you are! We thought you forgot.” A smiling Sakura stood up to greet her as she walked into the restaurant, spotting the group of girls sitting in the back corner booth.

“Sorry, I kind of did forget.” The weapons mistress replied sheepishly, giving Sakura a hug. The rest of the girls stood up and Tenten did the rounds, giving each a hug before they all sat down again.

“It’s good to see you out and about today.” Ino stated happily after swallowing a bite, already starting on the meal in front of them.

“How are you feeling?” Hinata’s soft voice asked, her eyes looking with concern at her friend.

Tenten still felt guilty every time she saw her lavender eyed friend. Hinata was also grieving Neji’s loss but she had handled it so much better than her, even coming to visit when Tenten refused to see anybody.

The brunette absentmindedly twisted the engagement ring on her finger, smiling at her friend. “It’s still a struggle, but I’m getting there. I’m just taking each day as it comes.”

“You know you can always talk to us whenever you feel like it.” Hinata replied sincerely.

Tenten reached across the booth to grab her friend’s hands, her heart filling with gratitude for the beautiful girls in front of her. “Thank you, Hinata. I know.”

Ino lounged back in her chair, letting out a deep sigh. “I can’t believe it’s already been a year and a half since the war.” She declared. Since his death is what she didn’t say, but the meaning was clear enough.

Yes. A year and a half later, Tenten was still struggling to cope. Some days she was perfectly fine, able to go about her daily duties without breaking down. Other days, though, the brunette wasn’t even able to get of bed she was so depressed. Sometimes, during her training, or even times like now while she was meeting up with her friends, Tenten would suddenly start crying, her tears pouring out involuntarily at the thought of him.

It was a struggle, each and every day, but Tenten was slowly getting on with her life. She still felt Neji’s loss right to the deepest parts of her heart, but at least she could breathe now and not constantly feel like she was drowning in her sorrow. She had accepted his death, yes, but she would never fully be over it.

All she could do was keep pushing on, each and every day. And hopefully one day—if she was very, very lucky—she might be able to be truly happy once more, even without her beloved by her side.

#nejiten #fanfiction #angst #i remember crying the whole way through writing this story

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No Matter What: An Obi Wan Kenobi One Shot

Summary: The Reader is a senator as well as Obi Wan's secret lover and when an admirer finds out about their relationship and uses it to blackmail them into sleeping with them Obi Wan does not take it well.

Author's Note: So yeah this one shot is based off this Imagine

https://katieswinforddiaries.tumblr.com/post/626117871336030208/imagine-being-obi-wans-secret-lover-and-him which in turn is based off of a movie clip. I hope you guys like this one I was really into writing this, but I also understand why some people might not. I actually really enjoyed writing jealous and protective Obi Wan. Again this is an unedited first draft. I mean there is the fact that you get Obi punching the piece of shit.

Rating: M – I like the summary explains why very well. I mean it's very angsty. Though you will be happy to know that there is no sex.

You had been secretly seeing Obi Wan for a little over a year now and you knew that you could never move on to anyone else. And as a senator you were headed back to your quarters to meet him since he had just gotten home from being away on a mission when the last person you wanted to see appeared before you. He was one of your most obnoxious admirers who had been trying to get into your bed for ages.

“Senator. You look ravishing as always.” He complimented.

“Thank you, but I'm actually late for a very important meeting.” You replied as an excuse as you hurried past him.

“With your secret lover?” He asked making you freeze in your tracks and turn back around.

“What did you say?” You demanded.

“I asked if you were going to meet with your lover.” He confirmed giving you a cocky grin.

“My lovers are none of your business.” You insisted. “Senators are fully allowed to have relationships.”

“You're right. Senators are, but Jedi masters are not.” He replied.

“Just what are you implying?” You demanded as your hands settled on your hips.

“I'm not implying anything. I am telling you that I know that you're sleeping with Master Kenobi. Really you could do so much better.” He mocked.

“You're insane.” You retorted.

“No I'm not. And you are going to give me what I want or I will go to the council and tell them. I wonder how much he'll love you when he looses everything I spent his life building.” He told you.

“What do you want?” You asked.

“You. In my bed. You know that I want you and if you do as I ask I'll keep your secret.” He promised.

“You're a cold hearted bastard.” You shot back.

“That might be, but I know you. You'd do anything for him.” He explained. “I understand you will want to tell him first, but I'll expect you in my rooms tonight.” You didn't say a word. Instead you just stormed off. Amazingly you were able to make it to your room before you started sobbing.

“Love what's the matter?” Obi Wan asked as he rushed to your side. “Are you hurt.”

“No. No I'm not hurt.” You promised as he held him tight.

“That what's wrong?” He asked gently wiping the tears off of your face.

“He threatened me.” You told him.

“Who did?” He asked.

“Who do you think. He found out about us and is using it to blackmail me.” You explained.

“What? What does he want?” Obi Wan asked. You could tell that he was only getting more worried by the second.

“Me. In his bed. He said that if I don't sleep with him he'll go to the council and tell them about us.” You explained.

“I'll kill him before I let him touch you.” He replied obviously angry, but you stopped him with a hand on his chest.

“Obi love stop. Don't. It will do more harm then good. And people will ask questions.” You insisted.

“And I'd tell them the truth of what he's doing. What he's trying to do is rape.” He argued. “I won't let him do that to you.”

“I understand. Believe me I'm furious, but if it comes down to a choice of spending once night with that monster or letting him ruin what you've spent your entire life doing I'll make that sacrifice. I love you Obi.” You told him as you rested your forehead against his.

“And I love you, but I can't ask you to do this.” He whispered.

“Yes I do. And you don't have to ask. I'd do anything for you. For us. And no matter what I'm yours. Always no matter what else might happen or how far apart we might be you know that's true.” You assured him.

“Please don't do this.” He begged.

“I have to my love. For us.” You told him. The rest of the afternoon was spent with him holding you in his arms kissing you tenderly you knew the fact of what would happen was tearing him apart, but you also knew that you couldn't let everything you two had be ruined. Eventually you were forced to get up and get ready.

“Don't do this please.” He said finally breaking the tense silence in your rooms.

“Oh my love.” You sighed as you took his hand and pulled him close. “It won't change anything you know that.” You promised “And I will be back. Please will you wait here for me?”

“You know I will, but I don't like this.” He insisted.

“Neither do I.” You agreed before kissing him and walking out. Once you left Obi Wan felt like he was going crazy he tried absolutely everything he could think of, but nothing would take his mind off of it. Eventually he decided to go for a stroll. That was when he say the bastard walking with you acting like the two of you were a couple he he led you towards his rooms. He followed at a discrete distance and after he watched the door close he was only able to wait a minute or so before he stormed over and pounded on the door. He heard cursing, but eventually the door opened.

“What do you want. To watch?” You blackmailer mocked. “By all means come in.” Obi Wan responded by punching him square in the jaw which made you burst out into a laugh. Outside of the necessary fighting of a Jedi Obi Wan was not a violent man. “You think this is funny you little bitch.” Your blackmailer yelled. Obi Wan responded by grabbing his by the caller and slamming him against the wall.

“We're leaving and you're not going to come near her ever again.” He told him. “And if you try to cause any trouble I will tell everyone how you tried to rape her. How do you think that will effect your career? And who do you think they're more likely to believe.”

“And here I thought the Jedi were about peace.” He replied fear obviously written on his face.

“We are, but we will use violence when necessary and I think attempted rape is a very good reason.” He replied before finally letting him go and taking your hand and leading you out of the room. Once outside he pulled you close as soon as he realized that you were shaking. “Did he hurt you?” He asked.

“No. Other then wanting to vomit every time he touched me.” You admitted.

“You're shaking.” Obi Wan pointed out as he shrugged off his cloak and draped it around his shoulders.

“I'm scared. He could still ruin everything.” You explained.

“No he won't. He knows that we could ruin him. The man is a narcissists and the idea of his image being ruined will stop him. And if not I will deal with the consequences.” He insisted. “I couldn't let him do that do you. I love you so much. It's too big of a sacrifice.”

“And your career isn't?” You countered.

“You know you're more important to me. As I said if it comes to it I will deal with the consequences.” He promised. “Now let's get you home. You need to relax.” He insisted before leading you back to your rooms. Once where Obi Wan made you a mug of your favorite tea before running you a bath and helping you into your favorite night clothes. The whole night he was at your side spoiling you and ensuring that you felt safe. Late in the evening you started to fall asleep and grabbed his hand to stop him as he went to move.

“Not go.” You begged.

“Hey it's alright I'm just turning off the lights and change clothes.” He promised. “I'll be right back.” You just nodded tiredly. When he finally came back to bed you did your best to pretend to be asleep, curious what he might do. He gently caressed your hair and placed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I'll always protect you no matter what my love. Hell if you asked I'd leave the order iwthout hesitation.” He vowed before pulling you close to his chest almost as if he was afraid someone was going to take you away from him. It took everything you had not start to cry and instead you nuzzled closer to him and heard him chuckle in response.

“I love you Obi.” You mumbled.

“I love you too.” He replied. “I didn't mean to wake you.”

“It's alright. I feel safer knowing you're here.” You told him.

“Good because I'm here. You're safe. Now you should rest. I'm not going anywhere.” And with that you just sighed happily and drifted off to sleep in the arms of your love.

#Katie Swinford diaries #Obi Wan Kenobi One Shot #Obi wan kenobi #Star wars #star wars imagine

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