#and it was pitch black. dark enough that he couldn't see his hands in front of his face

[starheirxero]

I'm catching up rn btw and ohhhh my ghod did they for realzies scp 3001 Ruin. put his ass in the red reality for real? for REALZIESSS?? that's so everything good for him ^_^

[luc1-anna]

Refusing to drive home in such dark conditions, it was around 1am on a Monday, having just come back from a visit to your friend's, wanting to get home since you had something early in the morning and the roads would be packed if you left later. Parked up at the side of the road, it would probably would've been safer to stay at your friend's rather than stop halfway and wait till the sun rose.

Car lights off to conserve energy as the light outside illuminated the build of your vehicle. Though it wouldn't be obvious that someone was there if they didn't look hard enough, with bushes covering your surroundings. The sound of gravel alerting your senses, only to see the reflective colours of a police car, stopping right beside yours as one of them stepped dout, leaving the other in the car. Flashlight glowing towards your car, pointing in your face. "How you doing today ma'am?" Leaning on the open window of yours, you couldn't deny that he was attractive, he was like a model. A few minutes passing as he asks questions, finally getting to the last one. "Can I see your id?" Motioning for you to put it in your hands. Scuffling about as you were a bit nervous, normally it would be fine to hand your id to an officer, but this one was more on the attractive side whilst the others weren't.

"Well I've got to do a quick test for alcohol and substances" noticing how flimsy you were when you tried to hand him your id, barley able to remember a reason why you were nere at practically midnight, stuttering as you spoke to him too. "Step outside the car for me?" He wasn't asking, he expected you to do it, stepping out as he dragged you towards the cop car, sitting you inside as the other man glanced back for a few seconds, engulfed in your beauty. "Breath into this for me love" surely it was unprofessional for an officer to call you 'love', right?

Despite the tests come back negative he had other ideas in mind, refusing to let you go, explaining that it was unsafe for such a pretty lady to be on the side of the road, when it was practically pitch black. "Leave her alone, you being creepy." "Shut the fuck up, I don't see you getting off your ass" arguing as you sat in the back, you were grateful for the officer who sat in the driver's seat.

Somehow that arguing developed into him taking his frustration out on you. Face rubbing against the cool temperature of the metal. Body jerking forward with each thrust, feeling a shock run up your spine as he kept slapping your ass, using your hands as handlebars for his own dirty deeds, tightening the handcuffs just to leave marks on your poor wrists. "Your pussy feels good for such a slut like you." You weren't a slut, maybe he had a degradation kink, "Taking an officer's cock on the side of the road at 1am" thrusting further inside of you, the curve on his dick made it better since he was reaching places which you couldn't, tip running along your gummy walls. Gripping onto his cock, wanting to leech off every drop of his cum.

"Taking your time with her?" The other officer called out, still sat in the car as he monitored the surroundings. "Shut up!" He called back, he was so worked up in your hole that he didn't have anything snarky to comment back. Hand slapping your ass in retaliation, making you yelp as you felt the sharp sting. Hand staying gripped on your ass as he pushed further inside, cock rubbing against your walls. Balls slapping your poor cunt, creating a noise which could only be described as pleasure. Door slamming as you heard the steps onto the gravel, Stumbling backwards as he felt an arm on his shoulder. "You take too long." Dragging you off the car, letting you hold your own weight up. "What? You want a turn or something?" Joking with him as he pushed inside once again.

Hearing the zipper unfold in front of you, you couldn't see much due to the position. "Look up" bringing your chin up so you met his boxers, already noticing the imprint of his bulge kissing the exposed part of his boxers, leaving a light mark of your lips. Stroking his hands along your head, throwing his boxers down since you couldn't do it, cock popping up as it hit your top lip, light pink mushroom tip dripping with precum, leaking all over his cock. Stuffing your poor mouth with his full length, tongue having to adapt to how large he was as it swirled along, taking in every vein and detail. Throwing his head back as your mouth warmed up his cock, he didn't even have to move since your body kept on jerking forward due to his colleague. "Your good with your tongue" complimenting how well you sucked him off. Another sharp sting running throughout your body, noticing how much attention you gave him, he was getting pissed off since he was first. "Slow down, your gonna bruise her!" Helping you out as he noticed how hard your face mashed into his pelvis, balls slapping each end of your lips. "Or atleast loosen her handcuffs" he didn't like how tight they looked on you, most likely going to leave marks when they taken off. Loosening the grip on your head, stepping back a bit so you stopped gagging on his dick. Knees wanting to buckle from how hard he thrusted inside. "Shut up, I'm close" wanting to speed him up so you could focus on the nicer one. Walls gripping onto his cock, balls slapping your wet cunt, feeling some accomplishment from how you made someone cum.

"Don't get all cocky princess, he does this to most pretty girls." Clearly this officer was a whore if that was true, fucking any girl he got his hands on. Not even trying to deny it as he paid no attention to the man. Kissing his teeth. "Don't lie." Responding to the man as he felt his balls empty, seed spilling all inside your tight hole, he didn't even care that it had the risk of getting pregnant since you felt this good, plus he wouldn't mind having a kid with such a beautiful woman. Groaning in response, cum already dripping out of you since he hadn't done this in a while, removing himself as he watched it drip out, slapping your ass for one last time.

"I'm done" drying his cum coated cock with a tissue. You wasted now time getting out of that position, crouching down Infront of the other officer, hands still tied behind your back. His essence dripping out of your hole, causing the gravel to turn a different shade of white. Mouth bobbing forward to backward as you took his full length back in, gagging at the feeling of his tip hitting your throat.

[cainsau]

Pitch Black Therapy || The Boys Imagine

(Platonic) Hughie Campbell x Supe!GN!Reader

Summary: After escaping the asylum, the boys went on their respective missions, leaving you, Lamplighter, and Hughie in Mallory's safehouse. Hughie gets curious about you and your power.

You were told to stay in Mallory's house with Lamplighter and Hughie while the others went on their errands. It was a strange situation, considering that you and Lamplighter used to be on opposite sides in the asylum. He never harmed you specifically, but you could hear all the screams and crackling of fire whenever he had to burn someone, which made your headaches worse back when you were stuck in the cell with those bright lights. You would often glare at him, but he couldn't tell, because you always had a pair of sunglasses on ever since the escape.

If glaring at him felt good, it felt even better to not see him at all, so you made yourself comfortable in the kitchen for a while, until Hughie came.

"Hi." He said with a smile. "Not sure if i've officially introduced myself before, but i'm Hughie."

"Oh, hey," You reached out a hand towards him, offering a handshake, "I'm [Y/N]."

At first, he was taken aback by your normality. Whenever he introduced himself, it usually brought out a hostile reaction for some reason. He was just trying to be nice, but people didn't seem to like it, and now finally someone appreciated it.

You both sat on the kitchen stools in silence while you drank a can of soda, only accompanied by muffled voices of the TV in the other room.

He glanced curiously at you a few times, and finally gave in. "Hey, uh, you always wear those sunglasses. Are they, like, your trademark style or is there something… else going on?"

You chuckled, almost choking on your drink, "Man, i wish it was a style choice. But no, it's a side effect, i suppose. Everything's too bright for me."

"Sounds terrible." He grimaced. "What kind of power do you have that does that? Is it, like, night vision or something?"

"I do have night vision, but my power is... well," You paused for a moment, trying your best to find the correct words, "I can blind people."

"Blind people? Turning people blind?"

"Pretty much." You finished your drink, and threw the can towards the trash bin, but missed. "I can generate darkness and submerge people in it, causing them to not be able to see anything." You walked over and picked up the can, dropping it into the bin. "It also works on cameras and stuff."

"Whoa. That's cool... but scary, but... cool."

You then turned around to face him. "Do you want to see?"

"I think the question should be: do i want to 'not' see?" He joked, which earned a small laugh from you. "That seems horrifying, to be honest."

"You know, actually, i heard that there's people who pay to experience having all sensory inputs removed. They say it's therapeutic." You said, pretending to try to convince him as you returned to your seat. "You don't wanna try some pitch black therapy? Free of charge."

He shook his head dramatically, "Nope, no way."

"Alright, alright." You put both hands up, a playful gesture of backing down. "But seriously though, i think you should try once, so that you're not too shocked if i have to use it in the field later."

He thought about it for a moment, it actually made sense. "You're probably right."

"Great! I'll go for five seconds, how does that sound?" You clasped your hands together, ready to start.

"Woah, hold on, you seem way too excited about this." He chuckled.

"What can i say? I'm new to this too."

"Right." He nodded. "Five seconds is enough, i think."

"Okay, on three. One. Two. Three." You released your hands, and a pitch black substance appeared from between them, expanding instantly until it engulfed the whole room.

One second in. Hughie jumped a bit in his seat, frantically looking around for any source of light. Two seconds. You could see him panicking a little. Three. He brought his hands right in front of his eyes and waved it, but he could see nothing. Four. He put his hands back on the kitchen counter, relieved that it was still there. Five. The room turned back normal.

He seemed a bit disoriented, suddenly being able to see again.

"You alright?" You asked, feeling a little bad.

"Yeah, no, it's just... i thought it would be a regular kind of darkness, where i could still see a little bit of movement or something, y'know? But i couldn't see anything at all. Like, if i had to experience that for the first time while we're out there? I'd probably get a heart attack or something."

"Yeah..." You smiled apologetically. "Sorry."

"No, it's fine, you were right, and that was pretty awesome. Not therapeutic at all though."

You gave a small laugh, which Hughie returned.

[mae-is-crazy]

I was wondering if you could do Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes one shot where Mae and Noa are sitting by a fire in a cave, like you know how some movies do like silhouette scenes where the light shines on them but you can only see their silhouettes and they're talking very softly I'm not really sure you can come up with something maybe it's something serious or like something touching or heartwarming. But I always imagine they would be tired and like exhausted or something or emotionally or physically but they're like getting closer to each other I mean they're Bond or something which eventually mae fall asleep on him and he feels all awkward X3

Okay, I'm being so serious right now what I say that I LOVE THIS REQUEST!! So frickin' wholesome and cute. I'm usually one to go into serious and darker content, but I couldn't miss the opportunity to write some fluff. I had a lot of fun writing this. I hope you have just as much fun reading the finished product :) :)

Signs of Constant (Noa/Mae)

Synopsis: A quiet night by the fire leads to sharing the beauties of two different world.

(This story is unedited. Edits will be conducted at a later date).

In the serene warmth of the fire in front of him, Noa observed Mae.

He studied her face like it was the last time he’d see it. And it very well could be; she’d been gone for two springs, off with who he assumed to be a group of intelligent ech- humans- so who knew how long she’d be gone for next time. When Anaya alerted him of her presence, Noa had felt this warm wave in his gut that pushed him to see her without a second thought.  

Through the limited lighting of the dancing flames, Noa took in her every feature.

Noa could see a faint scar on the bottom right side of her chin, one that hadn’t been there the last time she was around. Her hair looked different too. Darker? No, it was just the night. It did look shorter, but only slightly. It was still in that lose braid he last saw her with.

Something that hadn’t changed, however, was her eyes. Even with hues of orange engulfing the small cave the two were huddled in, its raging colors were no match against the cerulean shade in her eyes. Even before the two were formally introduced he’d first noticed the striking color, a color that shood out against the earthy browns and greens of his clan. They somehow seemed to shine brighter on the night.

As if reading his mind, Mae blinked in his direction. She smirked slyly as Noa quickly looked down at his lap. “Gotcha,” she teased lightly.

Noa silently prayed his dark pelt could hide whatever heat was radiating off his face. He turned to look behind him, instead focusing on the massive silhouettes on the rocky backdrop. It was clear enough the height difference between the two, but the fire only made it more obvious- almost monstrous.

An ape and a human. Two different species, two different worlds. Different ways of life and how they think the world should work. And yet they were at peace with one another.  It shouldn’t be possible, and yet here they were, sharing a fire.

Mae follows Noa’s field of sight. She watches the shadows behind them bounce across the rock wall. Noa side eyed her. A smile began creeping upon her face.

“My mom always did this when we had a fire,” Mae explained as eh shuffled herself to turn around, her back facing the fire. “You can tell stories with the fire.”

The put her hands up and together. She stacked her thumbs on top of each other and made a slight cup with her hands. She displayed it in front of the fire, and…

“It’s a bird,” Mae moved her hands in a fluid motion as if the creature was in flight. Noa couldn’t’ hide the amused chortle, only making the girl’s smirk grow into a toothy smile. Noa could feel a quickening sensation in his heart. Her eyes seemed to shine brighter through her smile- brighter than the flames in the pitch black night- because of her smile.

Mae changed her hands to form a new shape. This beast had a snout similar to that of a boar, but without jagged teeth or short, flappy ears- whereas this thing’s ears stood at attention. “It’s a dog.”

Noa gave her a confused glance. Mae put her hands down immediately after.

“The hands… are like sign.”

“I don’t know sign.”

Noa twisted his whole body to fully face Mae and she silently did the same. He put up one hand and took a deep breath before slowly twisting his fingers into different shapes. He’d tuck a finger into his parm or point to the side. He took a moment before moving onto each letter to let Mae absorb what she was seeing.

“Fire,” he whispered. Mae looked at her own hand. She glanced up at Noa’s hand and back down at hers before trying for herself. Noa watched the girl tale her time forming each character. When she’d make a mistake, he repeated the sign until she’d get it right.

Noa released a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He softly smirked. There was so much to learn from one another. So much to teach as well, it seemed.

Mae looked outside past the fire. The only thing visible in the dead of night was the celestial body of stars. It was a constant in this rapidly changing world. Noa found reassurance that, no matter what happened, he could as least look up each night and find that the stars hadn’t left him.

Noa signed without looking away from the girl. “Stars,” he murmured. She followed quickly in suit and mirrored his gestured. “Stars,” she mimicked quietly.

The ape nodded in approval. He raised his hand one more time, this time spelling out each word as he shaped it.

He tucked his thumb between his pinkie and ring finger. “M.”

Made a fist but being sure to keep his thumb exposed. “A.”

Noa’s fingers touched each other tightly and sat atop his thumb.

Mae beat him to finish the word.

“E.”

The two watched one another carefully. The silence that once brought Noa comfort now made him feel awkward, almost uneasy. Whereas Noa would stare at Mae, it seemed that she was doing it to him- thinking to herself, forming possible judgments. What did she see that he couldn’t?

The intensity in her glare suddenly shifted and her she relaxed her shoulders. Mae squeezed her eyes shut and dipped her head. She stretched out her arms and yawned. Before Noa could register what was happening, Mae leaned closer to him, resting her head against his shoulder.

Noa stiffened like a board. He heard his breath and eyed the fragile girl (though she was far from fragile outside of the physical scene). The fire was beginning to die down. Even so, Mae still did not shiver against Noa’s body.

He waited a minute, two, ten before settling on the idea that she’d fallen asleep. He tilted his head to catch a glimpse of her peacefully slumbering form.  The young ape felt truly honored to feel trusted with this precious girl’s life in such a vulnerable state.

Noa was just about to allow himself sleep when he heard a tiny voice against him:

“Tomorrow, I want you to each me your name.”

[loulovingho]

Focus

(read below or on ao3)

“Focus. Focus, focus, focus, focus.” The words stumbled out of his mouth unconsciously. His fingers tapped against his thigh rapidly. His eyes were wide but hazy; blearily searching for something to center on but coming up empty.

“Focus, focus, focus.”

He was sweating. It dripped down his forehead, off his eyebrow, to his cheek. It tickled as it ran over his nose. It gave him chills on the back of his neck.

“Focus, focus.”

His leg shook, bouncing up and down anxiously. It was hard to breathe. Hard to breathe the way he needed to breathe anyway. He could only inhale part of the way, short and stunted exhales making him dizzy.

He could hear people yelling at him. Could hear them calling his name.

They might as well have been speaking a foreign language.

*****

The night had started innocently enough.

Life had been too serious lately, so Karen decided to plan an escape room adventure for everybody. She and Hen, Bobby and Athena, Eddie, Ravi, Maddie and Chimney, and Buck and Tommy were all coming along while Carla watched the kids for the evening.

Everyone was having a good time, even though the random room that was chosen for them was a particularly bleak theme.

“Prison escape,” Hen read after she'd been handed a piece of paper. “You've all been sentenced to death for a crime you did not commit. Escape the prison before you're sent to the chair. Have fun... Wow, was the serial killer room taken?”

“I chose random so no one could ask me the theme,” Karen explained. “Half of you guys are cheats.”

The escape room was actually a set of three rooms. They got through the first one pretty easily. Made it halfway through the second before everything started to fall apart.

The second room was the warden's office. Besides a single lamp that sat on a desk, there was no light in the room. That was part of it. You couldn't turn on lights in the warden's office without risking getting caught.

In the far corner of the room there was a black, steel closet. It was about the size of a portable toilet, but no door on the front. The oddness of it drew Tommy's attention.

“Whatcha thinking, Babe?” Buck asked, walking over to him while everyone else hovered over the desk.

“It doesn't fit the rest of the room.”

Buck squinted to try and get a better look. “Looks empty.”

“I know,” Tommy agreed. “S'weird. I'm gonna check it out.”

“You're gonna check out an empty room?”

Tommy smiled, wiggling his eyebrows at Buck. “Watch out, Hon, I'm heading back into the closet.”

Buck snorted with laughter as Tommy stepped forward and into the small space.

As soon as he did, the floor beneath him gave slightly. Just enough for him to feel a trigger release. Behind him, a door dropped down so abruptly that he had no time to react until after it had happened.

It was dark. Pitch dark. So dark that even as he put his hands up to feel along the door, he couldn't see his hands in front of him.

“You fell for the warden's trap,” a female, robotic voice boomed into a speaker somewhere in the closet. “You must find the button to escape.”

Tommy didn't even half hear what the woman had said. All he knew is he needed out of there.

Now.

He tried to push against the door. Push it up, push it out, anything.

It didn't budge.

He could hear mumbled voices from outside. He knew everyone had probably gathered around after he'd been trapped in this space. They probably thought it was funny. They were probably laughing, joking about him being trapped. Maybe even taking a picture or two of this- this box he'd been put in.

He couldn't blame them if they were. Under normal circumstances, this would be funny.

But these were not normal circumstances.

And it wasn't funny.

His pushes against the door turned into banging. Over and over, banging at the steel to try and make it give way.

“Ev- Evan!” He called out, a bit unsure. “E-”

“You fell for the warden's trap,” the voice repeated. God, it was so loud! Tommy had to cover his ears. “You must find the button to escape.”

“Evan!” he yelled again once the voice stopped. “Evan, you gotta-”

“Tommy,” he could barely hear Evan through the door. “Tommy, you have to find a-”

Evan's voice was so calm. It shouldn't be that calm. Not when he's inside this death trap. They should all be fighting to get him out. They should be busting down the walls. Get an ax, get a gun, get explosives, get something! Just get him out!

“Ev-” he brought a hand to his chest. He could hear little wheezes coming out with each breath he took.

He could only take two steps back before he was met with the wall. He slid down, knees to his chest, hands squeezing against his thighs. “Ev... Evan,” he huffed out. He knew his voice was far too quiet to actually be heard. “Evan, you gotta... Please, I- I need. I need to...”

“You fell for the warden's trap. You must find the button to escape.”

Tommy squeezed his eyes shut.

“Fo- Focus, Tommy. You n- need to focus.”

*****

The initial slam of the closet door caused Buck to jump back in surprise.

“Whoa!” someone exclaimed from behind him. Karen, he thinks. “What the hell happened?”

“You fell for the warden's trap. You must find the button to escape.”

The voice rang out throughout the room. It was unnecessarily loud.

“Are we supposed to find the button out here? Or Tommy in there?” Hen asked, the rest of the group gathering around the closet.

Chimney shrugged. “Both, maybe?”

“I'll start looking,” Ravi offered, and Karen joined him on his search.

Something was wrong. Buck could tell that pretty quickly. He tilted his head, trying to focus on the muffled sounds coming from inside the closet.

“Evan!”

Buck could barely hear Tommy, but he could tell that he wasn't saying his name the way he usually did. He pressed up against the door to listen.

“Evan! Evan, you gotta-”

“Tommy!” Buck yelled back to him. He sounded panicked. Terrified, actually, and Buck had never heard him like that before. “Tommy, you have to find a button!” he tried to explain.

“Ev.... Ev... Evan.”

Tommy wasn't yelling anymore. It almost sounded like he was about to pass out.

“Hey, we gotta get him out of here!” Buck exclaimed as the robotic voice sounded over the speaker system.

“That's what we're trying to figure out, Buck,” Hen reminded him.

“No, I mean like right now.” Buck turned back to the closet and began trying to pry the door open. “H- He's freaking out in there, guys! I tried telling him to find the button but I don't think he hears me.”

The group began to gather around, Eddie immediately joining in to open the door.

No luck.

“They've got cameras on us, right?” Athena asked. “That's what that child at the desk said. How do we get their attention?”

“A- A hint. We get hints!” Buck remembered. “There's a- a button by the door.”

Ravi quickly ran to the button and pressed it over and over until there was a ding.

“You have asked for one hint,” a very bored sounding employee's voice rang over the intercom system. “There's a button both inside the closet and outside. Either one will open the door and lead your friend to safety.”

“We don't give a damn about hints, man!” Eddie exclaimed. “Our friend is panicking in there. Get his ass out!”

“You only get two hints per room. Are you sure you want to use your final hint?”

“Oh my God! We're not asking for hints. Use whatever override you have and get him out! Now!”

It took a few seconds for the employee to respond. “Are you... Are you being serious right now, dude?”

“Get him out!” About half the group yelled out that time.

“Okay, okay!”

After what felt like the longest ten seconds of all their lives, more lights came on inside the room and the door to the closet began to open.

“Don't crowd him,” Eddie said, and everyone but Buck took a few steps back.

Buck himself remained kneeling just outside of the closet, his eyes immediately filling with tears as soon as Tommy came into view.

“Focus, focus, focus...”

Tommy continued repeating the word even as he squinted from the sudden light. His eyes were darting around the room, but Buck was pretty sure he didn't even see them, or at least it didn't register that they were them.

It was the first time Buck had ever seen Tommy without his calm, cool, and collected persona. It was terrifying. Judging by the silence of everyone else around, they'd never seen him like this either.

Buck reached out his hand slowly. Not to touch Tommy, just to offer it. Still, the movement caused Tommy to gasp, jerking back to try and make himself even smaller against the back wall.

“S'okay.” Buck kept his voice as calm as possible, even as he shook with his own worry and fear. “It's okay, Tommy. It's me. It's Evan.”

Finally, Tommy's eyes settled on Buck. He blinked a few times, a stray tear falling down his face as he did. “Ev... Evan?” he breathed out. His lip trembled as he spoke.

Buck nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, it's me, Tommy. I- I'm here.”

His breaths were still heavy, but they came fully now. He glanced around the room, at all the people around him. Some watching, others trying hard to make it look like they weren't. His heart began to race.

“Hey, Tommy, can you focus on me?” Buck asked. Tommy's eyes shot back to him.

“Focus,” he repeated. “Focus, focus, focus-”

Eddie approached carefully, kneeling down about a step behind Buck. “Hey, Tommy?” he began, getting the man's attention. “Tommy, you remember my name?”

Tommy stared at him for a second. Opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again. “Eddie.”

Eddie smiled. “Good. That's good, Tommy. What about this guy beside me here?”

“Evan.”

“That's right. Who is Evan to you?”

Another tear fell. “Boy... boyfriend.”

“What year is it?”

Tommy moved his eyes back and forth between Eddie and Buck. His breathing slowly began to return to normal. “2024.”

“And what city are you in right now?”

The clutch Tommy had on his thighs loosened, allowing some color to return to his hands. Carefully, he started to straighten out his legs. “Los Angeles.”

“Good. Back with us?”

Tommy nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I- I am.”

“Great. Claustrophobia is no joke.”

“It... It's not-”

Eddie held up a hand. “I know, Man. You want me and Buck to help you up, or would you rather get up by yourself?”

“My legs feel kinda weird,” Tommy admitted.

“Okay for us to help?”

Another nod.

Buck, who had remained quiet while Eddie did whatever he needed to do, stood and began to step into the closet as much as he could.

“Don't-” Tommy began to warn, but Buck was quick to reassure him.

“They shut it down,” he said, reaching his hand out again. “It won't close on us, I promise.”

Tommy took his hand this time, and Eddie's too from the other side. He kept a firm grip on them both even after they lifted him up. “Thank you,” he muttered, his face blushing with embarrassment. “I- I'm so sorry, guys,” he started, but they were all quick to dismiss the apology.

“Hey, you got us out in under and hour,” Chimney said, trying to lighten the mood. “Technically, we won.”

*****

Buck wrapped an arm around Tommy's waist as they headed outside, Eddie staying a step behind in case Tommy were to need his help.

“We'll go in just a minute,” Buck said as he helped Tommy into the passenger seat of his truck. Tommy had already handed him the keys, knowing he'd be unable to drive. “I just need to tell everyone goodnight.”

As Buck went to his sister to give her a hug, Eddie came over to Tommy. “You alright?”

Tommy took a deep breath. “Besides an incredible amount of embarrassment, I'll be fine.”

“No need to be embarrassed,” Eddie assured him. “We've literally all been there, some way or another. You ever need to talk, I'm here.” With a fist bump and a reassuring nod, Eddie walked away as Buck hopped into the driver's seat.

As soon as he started the car, Tommy leaned his head back and closed his eyes. “God, Evan, I'm so sorry. That was not how I wanted our first night out with your friends and family to go.”

“You have no reason to apologize,” Buck replied. “And they're your friends too. Your place or mine?”

“Mine.” Tommy turned his head toward Buck, watching him as he watched the road. “Will you stay with me?”

Buck glanced at him with a smile. “Of course.”

Neither of them spoke again until Buck reached the highway.

“I know they're my friends too,” Tommy said, staring out his window at the cars passing by, “but it's different. It was my first time being with all of them as your boyfriend; your partner. They're your family, Evan, and I wanted...” he sighed. “Something like that hasn't happened to me in over twenty years. I didn't expect it, and I couldn't stop it. I'm-”

“Please, don't apologize again, Tommy. Please.” He reached his hand out over the center console. “Can I hold your hand?”

Tommy felt like crying again. He hated that Evan felt like he had to ask now. He wasn't sure why he felt the need to ask, but he was sure it was something he had done in that room.

Instead of answering, he laid his hand in Evan's, intertwining their fingers.

“Tommy, everyone in that room already adores you.”

When Tommy huffed out a laugh, Buck doubled down.

“I'm serious. They're always talking about how cool you are, how you're willing to help anyone with anything. They joke me about the faces I make when you're name is brought up, but they don't realize that they're the ones bringing up your name. You have nothing to prove to them, Tommy. Nothing to prove to anyone.”

Tommy wasn't completely sure about that, but he figured it was best not to argue.

*****

They fell into a comfortable silence the rest of the way home, keeping their hands together until they pulled into Tommy's driveway.

Tommy headed into the bathroom to shower, then waited in bed while Buck took his turn.

As soon as Buck was in bed, he held his arms out for Tommy to cuddle into. Tommy was glad he didn't ask. He had hoped that whatever he did in that escape room hadn't changed their relationship to the point of Buck questioning every touch. He could only remember little bits and pieces, coming back to him in embarrassing spurts.

He snuggled close into Buck's chest, wrapping an arm around his waist with the other tucked between the two of them. Buck held onto Tommy tight, his hands rubbing soothingly up and down Tommy's back.

“I think Eddie thinks that I- that that happened because of my time in the army,” Tommy spoke softly, his eyes closing at the comfort of Buck's touch.

Honestly, that's what Buck had been thinking too. “Was it... Was it not?”

“Not really. I mean, that didn't make it better. There were some things that happened there that were-” he stopped, that was a story for another time. “It goes back further than that though.”

“When you were a kid?”

“Mhm.” Tommy clung onto Buck's t-shirt. “I told you my dad wasn't a good man. That he was a lot like Gerrard.”

“Yeah, I remember.”

“Well, that's all true, but he was worse. A lot worse. When I was young he would... I- I would...”

Buck brought a hand to Tommy's hair, slowly carding through the loose curls. “You don't have to talk about it,” he told him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

“I want to tell you everything.” Tommy's voice broke even as he spoke. He squeezed his eyes shut even tighter, taking in a shaky breath. “I just don't know if I can tonight.”

“That's fine. I'll be here when you're ready.”

“Will you...” He took another deep breath, “Will you hold me until I fall asleep?” That was something Tommy had never asked for before. Had never felt so comfortable with a partner to show any weakness. It was different with Evan though. He may be embarrassed that he had his breakdown in front of everyone, but there was no embarrassment with Evan.

Another kiss to the top of his head had him releasing any of the remaining tension from the night as Evan whispered against his skin, “I'll hold you forever, if you let me.”

Tommy knew long before tonight that he would.

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Kinktober '24: Primal Play/Biting | Jung Wooyoung

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT interact)

Summary: Wooyoung rented out a cabin for the two of you to live out a fantasy. You couldn't be happier

WC: 2.2k

Warnings: minor elements of cnc (everything is consensual and discussed beforehand), chasing, some fear play, physical aggression from both parties, choking, biting, blood for a split second if you squint, oral (m and f receiving), face fucking, spanking, dacryphilia, hair pulling, fingering, some manhandling, scratching, Wooyoung has a dirty mouth, reader is mentioned as being prey, use of the terms 'pet' and 'thing' like once each, praise, degradation, and probably a lot more

A/N: This is kinda filthy and yall are probably gonna eat this up. Please heed the warnings!!! Enjoy!

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Your heart was racing so hard it was making your chest ache, blood rushing in your ears as you pressed your back as hard as possible against the corner of the closet you were hiding in. It was pitch black, nothing but the faint sliver of light shining beneath the door from the light Wooyoung had turned on. Your hand was clasped over your mouth to try and stifle the sound of your breathing.

You could hear his footsteps, slow and deliberate as he circled the room. Then it was quiet, and then the light flicked off, and for a moment you really thought that you were home free. Then, just as you were properly letting your guard down, the door to the closet was flung open, and your boyfriend was looming over your frame, his shadow engulfing you in darkness you didn't even know was possible.

"Found you," he said, voice low and sending a jolt of panic through you. You pushed yourself up, bolting to push past him only for his arms to wrap around your waist. You squirmed, shrieking and pushing into his shoulder. He grunted as you managed to jab an elbow into his side, his grip on you loosening enough to squeeze yourself free. You dashed out the door, pulling it shut behind you to gain an extra second and sprinting down the steps, damn near tripping on your way down.

Your eyes scanned the cabin that was laid out in front of you before booking it towards the kitchen. Maybe if you were careful you could find a place to hide outside, maybe he wouldn't think to look there.

You'd thought Wooyoung was insane when he'd suggested renting a remote cabin to live out your wildest fantasies and all your domestic dreams far away from everything, but now with nobody for miles and nothing but your own instincts to protect you from the dark, desperate side of Wooyoung that had taken over.

You took a sharp turn into the kitchen, hissing when your side caught the corner of the counter. And maybe it was that single moment of slowing down, or the way your fingers were fumbling with the lock on the sliding glass door, too hopped up on the adrenaline to function properly, but you didn't manage to get the door open before Wooyoung was running up on you.

One of his palms landed against the glass door by your head, the other curling into your hair and yanking your head back. You looked up at him, eyes wide with that delicious panic that he craved to see in you, and his own dark and dangerous as he drank in your expression.

"You put up such a good fight, didn't you?" He purred, the corner of his lips tugging up into a vicious smirk. You squirmed, trying not to give in to the weight of his body pressing you to the glass. He pulled harder at your hair and you let out a strangled cry as if the pain of it, and the way he let his strength loose like he hardly ever did, wasn't leaving a searing pool of arousal between your thighs. "Bet you wanted me to catch you, hm? Put your pretty holes to use?"

He pressed closer, the cold of the glass stinging even through the fabric of your shirt, and you could feel the outline of his cock, hard and heavy against your thigh. He chuckled, noting the way that you still weren't sold on giving in to him, on letting him get what he wanted, but that was part of the fun, waiting for the switch to flip in your head and watching the way you turned from frantic prey to eager pet for him.

"Woo," You whined out, eyes watering from how hard he was still gripping at your hair. He growled, leaning down to capture your lips with his and taste how sweet his name was on your tongue. You kissed him back, teeth catching his lip hard enough to make him hiss. He brought his free hand up, wrapping it around the front of your throat and giving it a small squeeze. You gasped, and he dove deeper into the kiss.

Your hands found his waist, nails digging into his skin and feeling the way he kissed you harder in return. He pulled away, harshly dragging your shirt off of you while you worked his off in turn, each of you battling each others movements until your upper halves were bare for each other. He dipped down, mouth latching onto your neck and leaving a harsh trail of little marks. When he reached the crook of your neck, he stopped, just dragging his tongue over the spot. His big hands found your waist, pinning you back into the door and keeping you from jolting away from the feeling of the glass no matter how hard your body tried as it adjusted.

You were about to protest, tell him to let you go or get on with it, when his teeth dug into the soft spot where your shoulder met your neck, biting so hard that you were temporarily consumed by the searing pain. You cried out his name, hips grinding towards his and nails leaving nasty red marks down his biceps that he'd surely flaunt later.

He didn't let up right away, biting until you were flinching away properly. When he pulled away, he admired the way his teeth left bright dents against your skin, a couple tiny droplets of blood blooming on your skin. He smirked, latching his mouth over the spot and soothing the pain with his tongue.

"Need you," You insisted, pushing him off by his shoulders and dropping to your knees in front of him. You pulled his pants down, taking his boxers with them. He hastily kicked them out of the way, still focused on the way that you stroked him, spreading the precum he was leaking along his length before sliding your mouth down him with no warning.

He tossed his head back, letting out a guttural groan at the warm wetness of your mouth wrapped around him. He pressed a hand to the back of your head, urging more of himself into your mouth. You gripped at his thighs, looking up at him and easing your mouth open, letting him thrust hungrily into your mouth like he wanted to. You couldn't breathe properly with the way he was filling your throat, drool spilling over your lips and tears pricking your eye with every gag you made around him, but it was just spurring him on.

"Fucking filthy," He said, voice practically a whine as he fucked your face, admiring how absolutely ruined you looked for him, squirming and pushing at his thighs when he held your head down on his cock. He could feel your throat contracting around him, feel you spluttering and gagging and absolutely choking on him. He squeezed his eyes shut, holding you there for a second longer before letting you pull off of him.

You doubled over, coughs wracking your body, but he only gave you a few moments to catch your breath before he was grabbing your arm and hauling you to your feet. You stumbled, letting him bend you over the counter to yank your pants and underwear down your thighs. You laid your upper half firm against the counter, feeling yourself drip down your thighs.

You didn't see him kneel down, but then his hands were kneading at your ass, and his mouth was latching over your core. He lapped at you, sucking and slurping so lewdly that you'd probably be mortified if it didn't feel like heaven. You rocked back against his face, aiding him in the way he eagerly smothered himself in you, drinking you in and drowning in your arousal. He drove his tongue deeper into you, coaxing more of your wetness out.

Your moans were flowing out of you without any hesitation now, chants of his name and hoarse, wailing pleas for him to keep going. He pulled away, pushing three fingers into you all at once. Your knees wobbled with the stretch of it and the expert way that he found your gspot, abusing it with his fingertips and biting into one of your ass cheeks, leaving another stinging mark, then several more down your thighs, ignoring the way you twitched and shrieked at the feeling, your entire body burning from the feeling.

Then you were coming on his fingers, drenching him in your juices which he eagerly lapped up as it ran down his wrist. He pulled away and stood up, not bothering to wipe your wetness from his face before lining himself up with your aching cunt. The slide was so easy, the tip of his cock reaching into your tummy and sparking a sort of desire that you couldn't begin to fathom.

"Fuck me," You demanded, already rocking back onto his cock. He reached around you, hand circling your throat again, the tip of his pointer finger guiding your chin back. You obediently arched your back, head tipped so far that you could see the way his dark hair was sticking to his forehead, his skin covered in a sheen of sweat and lips plump and red from working over you.

His thrusts were immediate, deep and fast and making your hands scramble against the counter. He filled you up perfectly, every breath coming out huffed and growly as he fucked into you like a feral animal. His free hand gripped your hip, digging his nails into you and dragging you back into each thrust until he was fucking you like a toy.

Your walls clenched around him, trying to suck him deeper, or slow him down, you weren't sure, and you didn't care. Every move he made sent tingles through you, every ridge of his cock dragging deliciously inside of you and making your head spin.

You were so loud, barely noticing the way you were babbling pure nonsense, but it was music to Wooyoung's ears.

"so fucking tight," He huffed, letting go of your hip to spank you hard, then again, and again until you were trembling under the weight of him. "Look how fucking perfect this pussy is. Made for me to use, my pretty little hole."

You couldn't think with him talking to you like that, and then he was pulling on your waist, dragging you up so your back was pressed into him, every breath tickling your ear. You gasped, feeling him even deeper as he nudged your legs as far apart as he could with your pants still around your knees.

"Wooyoung," You practically screamed, tears freefalling now. He reached up, using his thumb to wipe your tears away before sliding it into your mouth and letting you taste the salt on his skin.

"Go on, cum on my cock." He urged into your ear before dipping lower, biting the back of your shoulder hard again. That was the last push you needed, your entire body melting against him as your orgasm rocked through you. He didn't stop though, continuing to fuck into you hard and fast, groaning loudly at the way you were milking him.

"Too much," You mumbled, squirming underneath him, but he didn't give up, just sliding his hand into your hair and pushing you back down against the cool marble of the kitchen counter. The overstimulation was beginning to burn, slowly stoking the fire inside of you back up.

"Shh, just take it. Gonna take all my cum, right? Let me breed you nice and full like a slut?" He taunted, and you moaned, nodding as well as you could with him holding you down. Your entire body was already starting to ache, but it was a feeling that you craved.

Wooyoung tipped his head back, sweat beading at his hairline and dripping down his face as he chased his release, giving you a few more deep thrusts before he was spilling inside of you. He stayed there, plugging you full of his seed and letting you both catch your breath. He pulled out, and you winced, both at the emptiness and at the feeling of his cum slowly seeping out of you.

You stood up straight on weak legs, stretching your arms over your head. When you turned to look at him, his eyes were still dark, scanning every inch of you, taking in every mark he left on you. You opened your mouth to speak, but his hand came up, landing deceptively gentle around your throat, that self satisfied smirk curling his lips and leaving him looking like the cat that got the cream.

"Oh pretty thing, you don't really think I'm done now, do you?" he asked. His grip tightened, and you let out a stunted gasp as he pulled you closer, dipping to your ear. "I'm gonna fuck you in every room of this house, and you're gonna take it. Isn't that right pet?"

You looked up at him, already aching to have him fuck you again, your heart racing in your chest at the way he looked at you. You nodded slowly.

"Good girl." He whispered, letting go of your throat and stroking your hair before nodding his chin towards the rest of the house. "Now run."

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[tobiotetsu]

the beast’s beauty

fushiguro toji x f!reader

description: because of your father's mistake, the infamous toji zenin forced you into imprisonment in order to pay his debt. however, what you never expected was to fall in love with the monster he was.

genre: angst, historical au, 18+, mini series

warnings/tags: explicit smut(vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, will add more) violence, mentions of stockholm syndrome & misogyny, blackmail, character injury, blood, profanity, mdni, grammar mistakes

a/n: thank you to everyone showing love for this series!!!this is a little mellow chapter hehe! blogs are truly appreciated <3 (taglist: open) (wc: 1.3k)

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The only smell that filled the air around you was the stench of cigarettes. Your father was a drunk so booze wasn't an unfamiliar scent. smoking, however, wasn't a habit he developed. Your throat seized a coughing fit before you could open your eyes.

Your bare shoulders felt a cool stone behind them as you regained your full consciousness.

What happened?

You clenched your clothes as you remembered the last moments before you were taken.

Your father had sold you away in a bet.

The air in the dark room stank, but you breathed it in deeply in an attempt to calm your mind. Your eyes scattered around the room in hopes to know where you were. The room was almost pitch black. The only light that seeped through was from the cracks in the door.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to pound your fits against the door and crumble it into pieces and run home. Run home to your father. To the man who did this to you. Tears welled up in your eyes merely at the thought. Through everything that you two have been together, through you playing the role of the parent to the one who was supposed to take care of you. You thought he had the decency to still care for you.

Your breath gathered speed and quickly turned into a panicked state. In attempts to inhale more you loudly gasp, hoping that if you breathed in enough of the wretched air, you'd wake up from this nightmare.

Before you could compose your thoughts, the illuminated door frame began to shake. The high-pitched jingle of keys was the only sound that filled the room. Your breaths had completely stopped. Everything in you froze, unprepared for who or what was going to appear.

Your eyes hadn’t gained their complete visibility yet so you weren't able to see the detail of the figure in front of you. He was large. His frame filled 80% of the doorway. He had something in his hand. You pressed yourself into the stone wall behind you in an attempt to move as far from him as you could.

As you shuffled your legs, you felt heavy resistance and great pain. A small yelp escaped your lips. You looked down and your dress was in tatters. Below the fabric, your eyes were met with rusted metal shackles. Your right ankle looked bruised as dark purple marks peaked under the shackle. Your left however was far worse. Wrapped in cloth and decorated with deep red patches. “What did you do to me?” your voice came off more threatening than you thought you could muster. You stare at the man in front of you. You can see him slightly better now. He was wearing a black wool sweater now. Its sleeves were rather large, even he had to roll them up slightly. The object he was holding was a metal bucket and a rag.

“I didn't do shit. You did.” the man took a step closer to you. Your fingertips curled into the fabric of your dress. Fear coursed through your veins but for some reason, you didn't dare show it in your eyes. You continued to look straight at this man.

“Excuse me? I kidnapped and hurt myself?” you couldn't help but satirize this whole encounter.

“You've been in and out of consciousness for 4 days now. Day 1 you did that trying to get away,” he said pointing to your ankle. He crouched down in front of you before continuing. “And yesterday you did that,” he said as he hovered above your shoulder. You didn't even notice the marks forming on your shoulder all the way down the right side of your back.

As the distance between you two halved, you finally could see his face properly. He looked cold. Not temperature wise but his soul looked cold. There was no warmth in his eyes. There was no remorse, no hope.

You needed hope, and the longer you looked at his eyes the hope in your own died as well.

“Please, I can give you money. I-” Before your pleas could finish he interrupted you.

“I don't need money. I need the guns your father sold. They’re one of a kind and fucking expensive.” His words were law. No matter how hard you bargained, he wouldn't free you. He set the bucket beside you and wet the rag in the fluid. His rough hands rang the cloth out with ease and he moved to place it on your shoulder.

“Don’t!” you dodge his hand quicker than he expected. “Don’t fucking touch me”

The man sighed and threw the rag into the bucket. He stood and leaned his body on the wall opposite to you, waiting for you to pick up the rag. You weren't going to give in, you wanted to protest and this was the only way you knew of.

There wasn't a clock present but you were sure at least 15 minutes went by as you two stared at one another. You gathered more pieces of him. He favoured his right side, as his pressure is never fully on his left. His hair was cut recently; the tips of his hair looked frayed and jagged.

He was the first to break the silence as he pushed himself off the wall and dug into his back pocket.

“Your wounds are going to get infected if you keep at this” His words gave you a good laugh.

“And why would you care?”

“I need you to be alive. I can’t exchange a dead daughter now can I?” you sharply inhaled at his words. “And what did I say before? I don't break my promises.” a small smirk pulled at his lips for barely a second before it disappeared into his permanent frown.

You gulped at his words. You had no reason to believe this man. He kidnapped you. He may hurt you or even worse. But maybe it was that piece of hope that was at the back of your mind. You didn't have anyone at this moment. You doubted your father would save you; he never did in the past.

“Fine” your mumble was all he needed as the man began to unbuckle the shackles at your feet. Swiftly, he looped one arm under your calf and the other one pressed tightly against your back. His fingertips felt rough to the touch. He picked you up with ease.

“I can walk!” you shouted without thinking about your inquiries.

“Yeah and then you're gonna break a hand next trying to run. Hell no”.

He walked quickly up the stairs and into a small hallway. Two doors were facing each other. The man carefully stepped into the one on the right. It was a washroom. The room was lit by 3 candles. There was a small window in the room accompanied by a chair, sink and a large tub already filled with water.

You were placed on the chair near the sink. The man scratched his neck as he gathered fabrics and placed them on the side. Once again he took his previous position as he led against the sink waiting for you. It was then that you slowly realized what was to happen.

“Are you going to leave?” you raised an eye as you stated the obvious.

“And have you jump out the window?”

“I won't run,” you stated.

“And I ain't leaving”. “Then I'm not going to get in the tub.” you protested firmly. Your words seemed to do nothing as the man took a step toward you and crouched to eye level.

“Listen, either you take the corset off, or I'll rip it off your body myself.”

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[mysticficti0n]

Hi B can you do something about if the TH boys were to walk-in while she was showering?? I feel it would be really funny

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Shower intrusion

warnings- swearing and thats about it

words- 990

Tom

Tom was sat round in the living room watching some stupid film on tv until the idea of going for a nice relaxing shower came to his mind, he knew Y/n was up stairs, he could hear her fucking music rattling off the walls so its perfect timing to go in and clean off whatever was on him from the day. He climbed up the stairs and saw his roommates door wide open with the speaker on 100 volume, he shook his head as he grabbed a towel from his dresser and walked to go to the bathroom, his hand twisted the door knob and he walked in and hot steamy air hit his face "TOM GET OUT!" a high pitched yell echoed on the tiled walls "FUCKING HELL Y/N!" he shouted back standing stunned as Y/n reached for the shower curtain to wrap around her body "well don't just fucking stare!" the girl growled seeing Tom's eyes widen with realisation to what he'd done- we all know where his little eyes drifted... "shit I'm sorry I thought you were in your room!" he argued looking to the ceiling trying to not think of her naked in front of him "I'll go now erm... enjoy?" Tom had never moved quicker in his life to leave the bathroom. Why was he such an idiot? Tom found himself sat back down on the sofa flicking through channels before a wet-haired Y/n came and stood before him- fully dressed in her Pj's may I add- he gave her a shy smile as she crossed her arms staring down at the slouched position he was in "bathrooms free now perv"

Bill

"I need to go take this bloody make-up off!" Bill groaned wiping his black eyes and seeing a huge dark smudge draw itself along his hand "ugh!" leaving the group down stairs he went to his room searching for the make-up wipes "come on where are they?" he pulled open every draw he owned swiping his hands over every surface he could reach but nothing Then he thought to check Y/n's room, she always had wipes stocked somewhere, he knocked the door and had no response, Bill opened the door slightly and saw a darkness filled room but a light shone from her bathroom, with a happy sigh he trudged in walking straight to the bathroom not noticing the sound of the taps being twisted off "Y/n I need some- OH FUCK I'M SORRY!" right in front of his eyes was a unsuspecting Y/n hurriedly wrapping her towel around her "why didn't you say something when you were walking in!" she laughed seeing the singer cover his eyes and spin back round "fucking idiot, you can turn around now" slowly Bill turned back to the girl seeing her fully covered with a clip holding her hair back "erm.. I need make-up wipes if you have any" his voice was quieter than before making Y/n chuckle and point to next to her sink "thanks and sorry... I don't know why I didn't thing you'd be in the shower" the boy quickly grabbed the wipes and ran back down stairs to fill in his bandmates about his encounter before wiping off his make-up

Georg

Georg was sweating like shit on a hot day after being outside helping set up the barbecue with Tom who couldn't seem to understand how to screw legs onto the main barbecue drum which oddly enough ended with a shoe mark stamped into it, with heavy steps he came up the stairs taking his shirt off and already unbuckling his belt his free hand pushing the bathroom door open as soon as the smell of vanilla and lavender filled his nose he regretted everything he did "shit sorry sorry!" he chanted walking back out closing his eyes making him close to smacking his head off the door "Jesus Georg you gave me a heart attack!" the girl called with a laugh, while the bassist stood with a thought fighting his way to the front of his mind, he opened the door slightly again and the scent of his shampoo washed over him "are you using my fucking almond shampoo?!" he yelled getting a suspicious 'no' from the girl "fucking hell Y/n out of everyone in this bloody house I didn't think you'd be nicking my shampoo! I wondered why it ran out so fast!" "look it makes your hair so shiny and smooth I was getting jealous!" Georg couldn't stop a laugh from leaving his lips "I'll buy you your own next time but don't use any more!" he warned walking to his own room to write a reminder 'get the shampoo stealer her own shampoo'

Gustav

"god my shoulders hurt so bad" the drummer grumbled rubbing the sore spot on his right side "ah- I need a shower, hot water helps" he spoke to the group sat with him as he turned to leave the room he thought he remembered Y/n saying she was going for a shower but surely she'd be out now? He made his way to the bathroom and pushed the door open and herd the small voice of Y/n singing a tune then "GUSTAV LEAVE!" the boy was brought back as he attempted to run out the room but it turned out to be more of a stumble as he smacked into the wall outside "SORRY Y/N!" he yelled slamming the door shut while slapping himself in the face trying to forget the image on Y/n with suds falling down her body, how long was he looking? "why does nobody in this goddamn house knock doors before they enter?" the girl shouted with a grunt making him laugh and her angriness, he'd make it up to her- maybe buying a door lock? "Gustav I know you're still outside" he snickered walking back down stairs with a red tint across his face "oopsie" he giggled

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The Brightest Star (North x F!Reader)

Every year since I have this blog I have written at least one fanfic for North when Christmas is close, I couldn't let this one be the exception, so I hope you like it.

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You sighed as you tried to control your shaking hands, you really didn't want to ruin another machine, but nothing seemed to work. You couldn't help it, not when he was so close, even if you couldn't see him, you could feel it in your bones, that terrible, ancient fear that stabbed into your skin like a million needles, seeming to inject those horrible shadows into your being.

You shuddered when the memory of that terrible day suddenly came to your mind. You had blocked out most of the details, but you remembered perfectly the feeling of a deathly cold hand wrapping around your throat, stealing all the air from your body, the darkness slowly filling your senses and the screams of children echoing in your ears.

Pitch Black had escaped, but you could still feel his grip on you.

"Are you ok?"

You jumped when you felt a large but warm hand on your shoulder and thanked everything in your mind that you hadn't screamed when you saw blue eyes filled with concern staring at you.

“Yeah, I’m fine” you lied.

The man didn't seem to believe you, but he was kind enough not to push, so he just gave you a gentle squeeze and took a seat next to you. Internally you were grateful that he was so easy to work with, because you were sure that your teacher would already be questioning you.

You silently passed him the toolbox and returned to your own project, allowing muscle memory to take the reins and letting your memory wander back to that day, though not to Pitch's terrible memories, but to the bright light that you had next to you.

Nicholas St. North, retired bandit, loud but kind man, Santoff Claussen's savior. Again, you didn't remember the details, but you did remember the way the blanket of darkness around you was suddenly broken with the clean cut of a sword, and the cold that seeped into your bones slowly melted with the warmth of a pair of big arms. You felt safe even without knowing who the man holding you was.

North had saved you, he had saved your home, your children, magic, and because of that he had not only earned a place as Ombric's apprentice, but, without knowing it (and you wouldn't admit it), he had earned a permanent place in your heart.

He was a brilliant man, with surprising ingenuity, his inventions surpassed anything that had been created before in the town, and a heart of gold. Ombric had given him a place in his house, and since you were also technically his apprentice, it was a matter of time before you struck up a friendship with the former bandit, to the point that your teacher joked that you couldn't live without him anymore.

Not that you cared, you liked North more than you were willing to admit, and the man in the moon knew that man needed a family, a home to belong to, and you hoped, deep down, that somehow you could be part of it.

You just wished he could see how special he was, that he could see himself the way you and Katerine saw him. Despite his carefree attitude and the confidence he projected in front of others, especially in front of children or Ombric, you knew that guilt and memories of his past life still haunted him, that he often questioned whether he really deserved a place as a guardian.

"Do you think I'm worthy?" he asked

"You are" you smiled, reassuring him "you're a really bright star"

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You smiled as you watched the elves running around, getting between the tables and getting in the Yetis’ way, who were already too used to it to really bother with them. You loved this time of year, the bright lights, the decorated trees, the colors, the warmth of the fireplaces, the cookies, the gifts, and in the middle of it all, him.

In the end, Ombric had been right, you couldn't stay away from North, so when he formed his alliance with the Yetis, moved to the North Pole and built his magnificent city where his inventions brought joy to everyone, you had naturally been at his side.

It had been a long time since you had finally admitted your feelings for the man, and with Manny's blessing (who had made you age as slowly as North did), you had sworn to share his mission of protecting wonder in children for whatever centuries you had left.

"Mrs. Claus" a cheerful voice sounded behind you.

You smiled as you turned to him. In front of you was Santa Claus himself, as imposing as the legends said, with the years reflected in his face, which still retained its childish warmth and as handsome as the day you met him.

"Mr. Claus" you replied "ready for your big night?"

Christmas Eve was always a busy and difficult night for North, but you knew that, like you, he would never change the children's joy at seeing that Santa had visited them for anything. 

He simply smiled and offered his hand to you, escorting you down the hallway as you headed to the reindeer shed. You never accompanied him on deliveries, preferring to wait for him with a cup of hot chocolate and freshly baked cookies, but you were always there to watch him leave. He had said you gave him luck, and you never questioned it.

"Tell me, darling" he whispered "do you still think I'm worthy?"

Oh, so it was one of those nights. Despite everything he had experienced, despite how much he had done for children and for the world, there were still echoes of his ghosts walking through his mind. It wasn't as frequent anymore, maybe once every few years, but sometimes, he still needed you to remind him how special he was.

"North" you said softly "look around you. Look at everything you've created, the wonderful ideas you've made come true, look how much this place has grown"

Carefully, you let go of his arm so you could take his hands instead, making him look at you with an intensity and fragility reserved for you.

"But most of all, look at what you have become, everything you represent" you said "You are not only the guardian of wonder, you are more. Christmas is not only about gifts and beautiful lights, it is the memories that are created, the love that is strengthened, the joy that is shared, the illusion that is reborn even in adults. You represent all that. Even when the magic seems lost, people find it again in your figure, in your celebration"

North smiled and closed his eyes, savoring the feel of your palm as you caressed his cheek gently.

"You are the most important guardian, protector of magic" you continued "and you are the brightest star of Manny's new golden age."

[the-marshals-wife]

Restless (Raylan Givens x Reader)

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A/N: More than a little inspired by the Lady A song "Need You Now", here's an impromptu Raylan fic because this gif also inspired me and it's past time I wrote something for my marshal man. ✪

Description: Raylan Givens x Fem!Reader, moody fluff | Warnings: kissing, guns and alcohol mentioned | Setting: before Primeval | Word count: 1,064 | Gif credit: user vincenzides

Imagine being unable to sleep and finding Raylan on your porch keeping watch

It was another sleepless night for you. There seemed to be million things to worry about lately, and not enough daylight hours to do it in. You'd spent the last two staring up at the ceiling before giving up hope for a restful night. You rub at your eyes as you make your way down the stairs, each creaking step ringing throughout the old farmhouse. If you were being honest, the house being paid off was the only thing not making you lose sleep.

You'd gone the route of warm milk and hot tea before, but you found the only thing that truly helped in times like these was curling up in your grandfather's rocking chair. Even just a few minutes there never failed to soothe your troubled mind and bring back the peace of simpler days.

You flip the lock on front door, pull it open as it squalls on the hinges, and switch on the flickering porch light.

"Still need to change that," you remind yourself, adding to your already exhaustive mental list.

With it well past midnight, it was almost unsettling how still and silent it was outside. You push open the screen door and step onto the weathered porch boards in your slippers. In the summer months, at least you had the comfort of the crickets chirping. But on a damp spring night like tonight, the abundant life of the hollows had yet to sing its song.

Having just crawled out of your warm bed, the cool air hits your face and sends chills right through you. You cross your arms and shuffle towards the end of the porch.

You freeze in place, however, when you see a dark silhouette sitting motionless in the rocker. Fight or flight already kicking in, you're counting the steps backward to the shotgun just inside the door when the shadowy figure speaks.

"Don't shoot me," calls a familiar voice.

"Raylan Givens, you just about gave me a heart attack," you exhale as you clutch your chest.

"We wouldn't want that," he replies, peering up in the dim light, "I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to scare you."

As your heart starts beating again, you begin to find your words. You pull your robe tighter around yourself and tentatively approach him. "What are you doing here?"

"I couldn't sleep," he says, as if that were an explanation.

"Well I can see that. But what are you doing on my porch?"

He leans back in the rocker and turns his head towards the pitch black yard. "Had a feeling."

"Bad?" you question, watching him survey the darkness.

"Yeah."

You sigh. That's the way it was with Raylan. The quickest draw in the county with a witty comeback or sarcastic comment, but never one to waste words on the hard days.

"Guessing you don't want to talk about it," you venture, sitting down in the wicker chair beside him.

"Not really," he answers.

You nod, frowning. "Can I at least get you a drink?"

"No, thank you. Had plenty already," he says, finally looking over at you, "I just wanted to make sure you were alright."

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know," he sighs, taking off his hat and running a hand through his hair.

"Raylan, should I be worried here? Is something coming? Do I need to put on my 'shooting shoes'?" you laugh a bit, hoping to ease the tension.

"No, it's not like that," he chuckles, leaning forward on his knees and staring down at his boots, "I'm sorry, I don't know what I'm doing here. There's nothing wrong. Just the whiskey talking, I guess."

You scoff. "You're many things, Raylan Givens, and a good liar is not one of them."

He glances up at you and smirks.

"Why are you really on this porch tonight?" you ask.

He leans back again, eyes fixed on the hat still in his hands. "This job gets you a lot of enemies. That I wouldn't mind so much, except it never ends with me. People I care about tend to get caught in the crossfire."

He turns to you, and even in the dark, you see in his eyes a vulnerability you'd scarcely seen before.

"I can live with a lot of things, but I won't live with you getting hurt. Least of all because of me. I'm not gonna let that happen."

You pause as you realize that not only was Raylan being honest about his feelings, but that he has them for you. You half-expected a hallelujah chorus to follow, but there was only the peaceful quiet of the evening. Maybe you were asleep, you wonder, for surely this was a dream.

"There's only one thing for it then," you begin, standing up.

You take the hat from his hands and place it in the chair you'd just left. Before he can protest, you sit down on his lap, and he stares at you completely stunned. Tucking your legs up, you lay your head on his shoulder and rest your hand on his chest.

"You'll just have to stay here," you declare softly.

Hesitating only a moment, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer.

"Guess I'll have to," he replies.

Several moments of him holding you in comforting silence go by before he speaks again, and you can hear him smile as he does.

"I should warn you, though. I've been told, by just a few people mind you, that I can be a pain in the ass."

You sit up, snickering, "Tell me something I don't know."

His gaze softens, weighing your challenging words.

"Alright, how about this. If I stay, I don't have plans to leave."

Just when you thought he couldn't surprise you any more, he goes and says a thing like that, looking at you the way he is.

"That's good. Because I don't have plans to let ya," you smirk.

You let your words and worries fall to the wayside as you lean in and kiss him. His hand slides up your neck and into your hair as he kisses you back hard, tasting like whiskey and longing. Many heartbeats of intoxicating embrace pass before you both remember to breathe.

He grins at you and chuckles.

"You're never getting rid of me now."

[bloodlinesceo]

Abandoned 🩸

Gif from BLasmanis on Tenor

A/N: Something I had written for Wattpad, but I thought I'd post it on here first. This is actually my first fic on here & it is horror & Halloween based. This will be multiple parts. Kinda wish there was something written about Tama on that day, but I'm gonna do him justice! If you're a gamer & a fan of Resident Evil, you might like what's in the end 👀

Pairing: Tama Tonga x Fem! Reader

Characters: Tama Tonga, Solo Sikoa, Tonga Loa & Jacob Fatu.

📸: Gifs & pics aren't mine credit to WWE , BLasmanis on Tenor & Resident Evil.

Word Count: Almost 3k (apologies if it's kinda cringy).

Warnings 🔞⚠️: 18+, Swearing, mentions of sm*t, dirty talk, suggestive, car problems, almost car crash (everyone is ok), paranormal shit, being stranded. Minors DNI! Not properly proofread!

Written for fictional purposes only & does not depict who they are in real life.

Hope y'all like it!

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It was Halloween night, you & The Bloodline were returning from a house show & heading back to the hotel. Unfortunately, there weren't any hotels nearby so you had to take the long way back. You were in the SUV with Jacob driving, Solo in shotgun, Loa in the middle & you & Tama in the backseat. Just like Paul Heyman was the Special Counsel, you were the same to the new Bloodline & you also happen to be dating Tama 2 weeks after Heyman was kicked out. They replaced him with you & you've been inseparable from them since.

"God, I'm freezing" you said. "Jacob could you turn the heat up a bit, please?" "I gotchu" he said turning the car heat up a few notches. "Thank you" you said, he nodded. "Babe, what do you need a heater for when I'm right here? Cuddle up to me" your boyfriend said. "Okay, Gremlin who needs a fwiend" you smirked earning a groan from him. You cuddled up to his chest as he wrapped his muscular arms around you, you felt the heat radiate from his body making you sigh in content & rest your head on his chest.

You heard someone fake gag from the seat in front of the both of you. "Looks like someone is infamously jealous of us, baby" smirked Tama making you giggle. "Me? Jealous? Never" defended his brother Tonga Loa "I'm cringing at Y/N's sense of dressing, I mean really? A sweater dress? & boots? We're in the single digits of this weather for God's sake. Are you trying to freeze yourself to death?" "Well sorry, I had to grab whatever I could so our Highness Chief doesn't make it late to a show where people don't even wanna acknowledge his ass & I gotta hype it up" making your boyfriend giggle next to you. "I heard thaaat" sang out Solo "I don't caaare" you sang back. You & Solo were like siblings & had your banters & jokes, but when it came to life & work you had each other's back no matter what.

"Tama my right hand man, please punish that woman & make her come to her senses-"God no!" interrupted Loa "please don't encourage them, I already dealt with enough the night before, they were going at it like animals in the room next to me & I couldn't sleep" he rambled, making you & Tama burst out in laughter. "I don't think I needed to hear that information" said Jacob "neither do I" concurred Solo. "I'm just saying, how much longer until we get there? I'm starting to freeze too" said Loa while looking out the window, they were driving up the road through a dark forest, it was pitch black everywhere, no lights. "This area is kinda spooky" he mumbled, but audible enough for you & Tama to hear.

"Aww, little bro, why don't you come back here & cuddle with us? We could really use the heat too. The more people the better" requested Tama. Loa scrunched his face up in response "no thank you, I don't want it to look like Y/N's dating both of us. Plus Shaylee would find me weird for cuddling with my older brother & his girl" he said. "Ah Shaylee, the girl you've been seeing. How are things with her?" asked Solo. "We're good, I had a video call with her before the show. When I get back, I'm gonna take her to the new Mexican restaurant in downtown that opened earlier this month & then take her to an art gallery nearby" smiled Loa. Tama fake yawned "art gallery, boring" he said making you playfully slap his chest "let your brother be happily in love" you said.

"And what are you going to do during your time off?" questioned Loa. "My days off don't include staying stuck at home, fooling around on a podcast & making love to my girl all day" said Loa. "My house is big, maybe you are jealous, we can go anywhere there, and it's not my fault my girl is so beautiful. Ain't that right ma chérie?" Tama asked you. "Stop calling me that, you know how I feel when you speak French" you blushed. "I need to do it more often then if that gets you excited" he smirked tickling you, making you giggle. Loa whined "Are we there yet?" "Not even halfway" said Jacob. "Shit, we better not be lost" he said.

He turned to you both "so what are your plans when you get home, lovebirds?" he asked. Tama scratched his beard, "well, it's gonna be a long day we're gonna get out of bed, depending on how long we can't get enough of each other-"get to the point!" interrupted Loa, causing you to jump & Tama to roll his eyes. "we're going to watch a movie at the theater" he said making you perk up "Smile 2???" you beamed. "The one & only, I know how much you love horror" smiled Tama. You squealed "I love you!" you said hugging him tightly he hugged you back tight "love you more" he said.

"But yeah, after that we're gonna go on a long drive somewhere, dine there, walk around, come home, freshen up & then have our alone time" he whispered burying his face into your neck, "your beard is tickling me" you giggled. "I know other places where my beard can tickle you" he whispered, you gasped quickly covering his mouth hoping Solo & Jacob didn't hear that, obviously his younger brother did which he cringed at. Tama started making his work famous signature noises while nipping your neck, "stop!" you squealed attempting to move away, and he had a tight grip on you holding you in place, preventing you from leaving. "I can't take it anymore!" Loa whined loudly. "Jacob, please stop on the side of the road. Solo! Switch seats with me! Please!" he pleaded.

"Just try to distract yourself from them. Talk to Shaylee" suggested Solo. "I don't know if she's still awake, but I'll text her" said Loa whipping his phone out & checking it. "Huh, it's funny how you say that Solo while we're in the middle of a forest, cause there's no signal!" he snapped. "What?!" he said taking out his phone "I don't have signal either, the hell?" " What the f-ck?! My GPS just shut off!" stressed Jacob. You & Tama both whipped out your phones as well, checking it. You showed him your phone screen indicating that you don't have signal either, he checked his, same thing. "Yeah, no luck on our side either" he said.

"There's no end to this road either" said Jacob, "it feels like I've been driving through this forest forever. I don't know how we're going to reach the next town & get signal" he said shaking his head. "Okay, let's not panic. Just do your best. Let me know when you want to rest & I'll take over the wheel" assured Solo, patting his back calming him down. He said his famous "I love you Solo" "I love you too Uce" he responded. Jacob took a deep breath & drove. There was silence, only the sounds of the car engine running, the faint music on the radio & everyone's breathing were heard.

The song on the radio finished & an intro to a familiar song started playing, Dancing In The Flames by The Weeknd (if you don't like it you can think of another song). Tama smiled looking at you & breaking the silence, "hear that? That's our song" you smiled back & nodded "love this song so much. Our romantic love song" you said running your fingers through his hair & kissing his lips. "You mean, your grinding on each other in the club song?" corrected Loa. Tama pulled away & scoffed in response to what Loa said. "Stealing all your shaving supplies & treats when we get home." said Tama "you can meet Shaylee looking like a bitter ass Chewbacca"

"Y'all nasties grinded on each other to that beautiful song?" cringed Solo. "It was one time! We were drunk!" you confessed. The radio shut off all of a sudden. "Hey!" you yelled. "Solo, what the f-ck?! A good song comes on & you shut it off? Turn it back on!" commanded Tama. "I didn't do that!" Solo said raising his arms up in defense. " I didn't even touch it!" he said attempting to turn it back on, but it didn't work. "It's not working " he said in disbelief. "Great, now we're doomed. No phone signal, no music, we're driving through a long dark ass forest & I got the couple of cringe sitting behind me" ranted Loa, making Tama flick the back of his head.

After a minute, the headlights of the SUV started to flicker on & off getting Jacob's attention; he shifted his head forward to check it out. "What's going on with the headlights?" asked Solo "That's what I'm trying to figure out" answered Jacob. "Is everything full? Gas? Oil? Headlights are new right? Battery?" asked Loa. "It's a new SUV we rented. Everything is nearly full. Filled gas before we hit this road. I don't know what's the problem" said Jacob. The vehicle all of a sudden braked, rear wheels being lifted off the road, shifting it & all of you forward, hitting the seats in front of you & Jacob & Solo hitting the dashboard. The wheels on the end of the vehicle went back on the ground & everything shut off. "F-CK!" screamed Jacob holding his chest. "UGH!" groaned Loa getting up from under the seats. "WHAT THE F-CK IS HAPPENING?" yelled Solo. "OW!" you yelled in pain.

"Is everyone okay?" asked Solo. "We're alive" responded Tama. "You okay baby?" he asked turning his attention to you. "I hit my neck on the headrest" you said rubbing your neck, he carefully rubbed your neck. "HELLO?! Can I get a neck rub too?" asked Loa. Tama waved him over & rubbed his neck, after taking care of you. "Took a hard fall there didn't you?" he asked his little brother, Loa nodded in response. "Alright let's get out" said Solo "it's freezing out there!" you protested. "You can stay, but we need to find out what the problem is with this vehicle" said Jacob. Opening his door & stepping out.

"Tama, we need you" said Solo. "what?" you whined. "You know I was in the Air Force, baby. I was kind of an expert in all this mechanical engineering & reparation. They need me, I'll be back shortly" he said kissing your forehead. "Okay babe" you nodded in understanding, making room for him to head out. He went outside to lift the hood of the SUV & check what the problem is. Solo turned the flashlight of his phone on so he can get a better view. Only you & Loa were left sitting inside.

"Some trip huh?" he asked. "I knew we should've went to the airport after & went home from there. I hate this stupid company for controlling our schedules" you sighed. "Realized it's Halloween, we could've been either out getting all the free candy, going to some party or a haunted house" said Loa. "I didn't realize that" you said "I know Tama wanted to take your nieces & nephews out trick or treating too. Feel bad for them" you sympathized. "Our sis & parents are there, they're in good hands for Halloween til we get back. They're probably trick or treating with their cousins" assured Loa. You nodded "thank you" you said. "Don't mention it."

The boys came back inside, Tama sat beside Loa. "Tried to get a signal outside so we can call someone, but nothing" sighed Solo. "Did you find out what the problem was?" asked Loa. "Nothing, I checked everything & it seems to be in order" answered Tama rubbing his head in confusion. Since the car shut down, it was starting to get cold inside & you all didn't have signal on your phones either to call anybody. There were 5 of you & if you had to spend the night in the SUV there wouldn't be much room to sleep in. "Maybe we should see if any other cars are coming down this road & if they are, ask for help?" suggested Loa. "That sounds like a good idea, let's check" said Solo.

°。°。°。°。°。After 30 minutes °。°。°。°。°。

"ARE YOU F-CKING KIDDING ME??? NOT A SINGLE VEHICLE PASSED BY?!" yelled Jacob. "Maybe everyone's asleep?" guessed Loa. "Still got no signal" said Solo after checking his phone. Snoring was heard, all 3 men turned their heads towards the backseat where you were sitting. You awkwardly smiled at them. They saw Tama laying on your lap, sleeping. "How the f-ck can he sleep through a crisis like this?" asked Solo in disbelief. "Man's snoring like a f-cking hyena as if there's nothing to worry about" said Jacob agitated. "I've grown up with that & I can tell you it has happened many times" said Loa looking over at his older brother, jealousy forming within him watching him sleep peacefully.

"Hey, y'all see that?" asked Solo, looking into the forest. "What do you see?" asked Jacob. Solo squinted his eyes "I see a lit up pathway, it looks like it leads to somewhere" he said. "And why should we believe that?" asked Loa. Solo narrowed his eyes at Loa, "those lights didn't grow on grass, they were obviously man made which leads to somewhere. People have probably walked down that path & if we follow it, it could get us somewhere & maybe we could get some help" said Solo. "So we're all going to get out of car & walk out in the cold?" asked Loa. "We don't know if don't try & it could be better than us freezing our asses here all night" said Solo. "I mean, he's right if anything else goes wrong we could always come back here" said Jacob.

"Alright, let's try it out" said Loa. "Hey, Y/N, wake sleeping beauty up & let him know we're leaving" said Solo. You nodded & shook the man on your lap attempting to wake him up "babe?" you said, he groaned but it didn't faze him, you spoke louder shaking him "Tama?" still nothing. "Y/N, I got this" said Loa stopping you. He went close to Tama "YEYEYEYEYE!!" startling Tama awake & him falling onto the bottom."What the f-ck man???" said Tama. "See? You just gotta try that or just say our dad's here, that'll set him straight" said Loa smiling. "Thank you" you smiled.

"We're still here?!" Tama asked in shock. "What, you dreamt the car magically grew wings & flew us out of here?! Bundle up, we're taking a walk" said Loa. Tama sighed & put his coat on. All of you stepped out of the vehicle. Jacob locked the car, left a red light in the front from his key chain just in case you all got lost & can detect the car on the way back. "What happens if someone tries to steal the car?" you asked. "If we're lucky to even get signal, I'll get notified & if anyone goes near it, hopefully the car will start working & the alarm will blast on which we'll hopefully hear if we're not too far." assured Jacob. You nodded in understanding.

"Okay, stay close everyone" said Solo "we don't want anyone getting lost," everyone nodded. You all walked towards the pathway of lights, Tama held your hand throughout the entire time as you all walked up the lit up pathway. The five of you continued to follow that pathway, there were some strange noises heard on the way which made you hold onto Tama as you walked deeper into the forest & over a small bridge.

After 20 minutes of walking. Solo stopped, making you all stop behind him. You all looked up & were amazed at the view in front of you. It was a large home on a hill, lit up with a waterfall behind it. "Wow" said Solo in amazement, Jacob & Loa looked at each other, same with you & Tama. The place had a gate in front of it. "Are we really going to go in?" asked Jacob. "Well, we have no choice, can't turn back now" said Solo. "I don't know…a house in the middle of the forest, and that being gated too. Do you think these people would be happy to see us on their property?" doubted Loa. "It's a house surrounded by a forest, obviously animals are roaming around that's probably why they kept it gated so they don't get in" answered Solo.

Due to the cold & your outfit, you started shivering & your teeth stated chattering getting everyone's attention. You held onto yourself. "Baby, you okay?" asked Tama. "Yeah, just freezing" you said. "Wear some pants or at least warm leggings next time" said Loa, earning a death glare from his brother. "Here, I gotchu" said Tama zipping open his coat & letting you into it so it could cover you both. You cuddled up to him "better?" he said covering you "much" you sighed in content. He zipped his coat up. "Well, I don't want Y/N & the rest of us to freeze to death here, it's cold as balls we should try knocking & see if they're nice enough to let us in" said Tama. "Alright, let's go" said Solo.

"I still don't think it's a good-hey! Don't leave me!" yelled Loa as everyone walked away from him. He sprinted after them. "Watch your step, we don't want anyone to fall into the water there. The current on that waterfall is pretty strong" said Solo, everyone walked carefully to the front of the gate. Solo inspected it, and tried to open it. "Uce, could you help me open this please?" he requested to Jacob. Jacob nodded, & they both grabbed the heavy iron made gates & pulled it hard, and just like that it opened.

Feedback is appreciated!

[sunnynwanda]

Could you do a story where a guard of a Supermax prison befriends a supervillain, because he treats him like a genuine human being instead of an animal; and later, all the power-dampeners suddenly fail; and all these villains just revolt against the guards; but supervillain makes sure he’s safe since he was always kind to him?

I understand if you don’t wanna write this!! 💜

Soulitary

It was silent. Excruciatingly so. Supervillain could hear his own heartbeat, the rustling of the fabric over his chest that accompanied every exhale, the strained motion of his eye ticking. He could almost feel the darkness surrounding him.

At first, it was painful. Supervillain was so reliant on his powers that getting deprived of them physically hurt him. His limbs were too heavy, his chest too stiff, and his body too weak. He couldn't move for a fortnight and barely ate anything until he had lost enough weight to be able to lift his body off the floor. Movement, as limited as it was in his cage, seemed to keep him sane. 

The pain subsided, drifting into the back of his mind over time. 

He adapted to the constant darkness of his cell, too. The initial nightmares of horrible creatures lurking in the dark no longer occupied his shattered dreams. There were no monsters with long claws and cold, slimy fingers reaching for his neck, looking to choke the last breath out of him. No, there were no monsters in his cage. The monsters were outside. Patrolling the corridors, mocking the beasts they were ordered to guard, spitting at them and laughing like hyenas, beating up anyone who dared to answer. Supervillain learned to tune out their voices and ignore their sneering remarks. 

But human nature is a terrifying thing. Supervillain got used to the weakness weighing him down. It was not as difficult to lift his head or hold a spoon to eat whatever animal food he was getting fed anymore. He came to terms with the absence of sunlight as his eyes grew accustomed to the darkness. He even went so far as to condition himself to tolerate inhumane treatment.

The only thing he could not adjust to was the isolation. Solitary confinement. The actual worst they could have done to Supervillain, who adored the confused commotion of his big family. He thrived in chaotic environments, where people talked over each other, laughed out loud and always had something to add to the conversation. 

Conversation. That was what Supervillain was bereaved of. And he felt it - the need, the yearning of human connection. As little as a hello would be enough. Just a word that was truly uttered – not conjured by his frenzied consciousness. 

When he first hears the gentle knock on his door, he doesn't believe his ears. The guards never ask for permission, they barge right in, not dignifying the captives with boundaries. Animals deserve no respect. Thus, Supervillain waits, allowing his eyelids to drop again. He doesn't know why he bothers to open them in the first place when it's pitch black around him, regardless. 

The knock comes again, this time louder. Then he hears a hushed voice. "I'm coming in." 

When no reply follows, the Guard (Supervillain assumes it must be a new one) turns the key, pushing the door halfway open and entering the cell. 

"God, why is it so dark? I can't even see where I'm stepping... Ouch!" He springs back upon stepping on Supervillain's foot and crouches down to place the bowl of food on the floor. "I'm so sorry, I couldn't see."

With his hands now free, the Guard reaches for the flashlight on his belt and turns it on. Supervillain has to cover his eyes - he did not remember light hurting this much - squinting despite his hand obstructing it. It takes him a few moments to adjust, then he wipes the tears off and focuses his gaze on the Guard in front of him. Too young for this miserable place, he thinks to himself while his captor studies him. It's only when their eyes lock, that the Guard comes to his senses, apologising profusely.

"I am so sorry! I did not see you there. I mean, it's hard to see anything in such darkness, but still. My bad." Supervillain is too stunned to react for a number of reasons. Since when did the guards apologise? It was part of the job to inflict suffering on their subjects. Did this one not complete the training? Or was this a trap? Was he acting deft to catch Supervillain off-guard and wound him unexpectedly? 

The Guard, however, keeps rambling. "I thought you would be asleep when you did not answer. It's not an excuse though. I should have checked. That's part of my job, is it not? Ah, you probably wouldn't know." He runs a hand over his face, clearly distressed. Supervillain is amused and too shocked to react. That's the most talking he has heard in months, and a part of him desperately demands to answer. The Guard rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. "Anyways, here's your food. I don't exactly know what that is, but you're so skinny, you should eat it."

Supervillain's mind is screaming at him, begging his mouth to talk, to say something – anything. God, move! Talk, god damn you, a word, any word!

But before he can squeeze out said word, the Guard waves him goodbye and locks the door, leaving him alone. 

He never touches the food, too consumed by the incident to think about anything other than the ray of light – literally and figuratively –that walked into the solitude of his cage. He spends the next several hours in feverish dreams bordering reality until the morning arrives, poisoning him with a blood-curdling idea that the Guard was nothing but a figment of his own imagination – a chimaera created by his delusional mind. Yet, despite his best efforts to convince himself it was an illusion, his memory opposes, bringing forth every detail of the interaction – albeit one-sided – that he managed to engrave in his brain. 

Supervillain is still deep in deliberation when a knock on the door attracts his attention. He freezes, breath hitching in his throat as he waits with desperation for it to come again. It does not. Instead, the key turns in the lock, and the door screeches open. 

"I'm going to turn the light on, if you don't mind," the Guard warns. Supervillain is dumb enough to nod in the dark. "Here we go." 

He flicks the switch outside the cell door; the bulbs buzz worriedly, and light floods the ascetic room. Supervillain looks around, seeing his dungeon for the first time. He notices his blanket in the corner and the untouched bowl from yesterday. 

"Hey, you didn't eat at all! Is everything alright?" The Guard chimes into his thoughts. His voice is laced with concern that feels foreign in this place. When Supervillain shakes his head, the Guard smiles – the room, somehow, becomes brighter. "It's bad, isn't it?" 

Supervillain nods, and the Guard chuckles, placing a new hot bowl in front of him. He looks up in surprise and is met with a shrug. "Figured it might taste better hot." 

The expectant gaze of the Guard is the only reason he reaches for the bowl. It's as shitty as before, but it warms his insides. He hums in appreciation, taking another spoonful. The Guard smiles again, now more cheerful. "Should I leave the lights on? Or do you like it dark?"

Supervillain finally finds his voice. "Light. Thank you." 

The Guard nods before exiting, and Supervillain curses himself for not saying more. He should have talked, for god's sake. This is the first person to treat him like a human being for the past eight months, and all he could muster were three words. 

He feels pathetic. This wasn't him, not really. The true Supervillain was voluble, articulate with his words and emotions and loud. Very, very loud. He loved the attention it earned him, loved being on stage. Performance was part of his persona, his public image of a supervillain. The presentation was what gained him the fame. The same fame that led him here. Alas, he sighs, leaning his back on the wall. 

At least he has light now. 

***

It's been almost four months since Supervillain's confinement changed - the granted light and occasional conversation made his exile from society feel less strenuous. His Guard would come in once a day, as per the rules. Aside from that, he gained a habit of sitting outside his door after the evening rounds, telling Supervillain about his day or the news. His cheerful voice would catch Supervillain off-guard at first, but he grew accustomed to it, as well as to the daily dose of prison gossip. The people in the city were dejected - mass arrests that were supposed to bring peace to the streets had a reverse effect. Supervillain couldn't help the foul smile this knowledge brought to his face. He did not comment. 

After two weeks of talking to the wall, the Guard was ready to give up. He had promised himself he would stop trying after the fourteenth night, which ended up being the night Supervillain replied. It was a short comment on the newly installed power dampeners that were to substitute the old ones. Supervillain pointed out that the old ones were more than efficient, leaving him drained of strength and energy. The Guard then asked if that was the reason he was so skinny, and so the conversation flowed. Supervillain told him about the thorny months of his captivity, how it took him countless days and nights to submit to the unfamiliar weakness. 

During one of the many conversations that followed, they talked about his past, the origin of his unnatural power and the reasons for his incarceration. Supervillain never denied being dangerous – he embraced it gladly, though he never used his power against innocent civilians. Sure, he had committed his fair share of crimes, as regarded by the authorities, irrespective of his cause. But there were worse things he could do.

The Guard told him of his past dreams and aspirations, all of which were crushed when he lost his parents and had to step up to provide for his younger siblings. He came from a household where no one got left behind, and Supervillain finally understood where his kindness stemmed from. 

One day, when the Guard came from the last round, Supervillain was the first to speak. They sat on the opposite sides of the door, back to back and separated by thick metal, yet connected stronger than before. 

"So, will you be leaving soon?" Supervillain fails to mask the melancholy in his voice. So much for being supportive!

The Guard pauses for a long moment before shaking his head no. Supervillain can't see him, but the reply is clear as day. "Your brother's graduating next month, is he not? You can stop working here and search for a new job. More suitable for you."

"I can't," his voice comes softer than a rustle. He presses a clammy hand to his forehead to calm the burn beneath his skin. 

"Why?" In all honesty, Supervillain does not want him to answer. He doesn't want him to go either, but keeping him here feels blasphemous. Despite the cell draining his life force and loneliness ravaging what's left, Supervillain would rather be forlorn again than allow his friend to waste his youth here.

"I can't, Supervillain," the Guard repeats, even lower now, not trusting his voice to speak louder.

Supervillain curses under his breath. "Why not?

Do not say what I think you're going to say, they plead. I don't think I have the strength to alienate you or push you away to make you go. 

"Because I won't leave you here alone." The Guard gets up, walking away to avoid being lectured on the stupidity of his reason. He lacks the nerve to be any bolder. 

He doesn't return until later at night. Supervillain is stiff against the door when he hears approaching footsteps and shuffling. Then comes the soft voice. "I'm sorry."

Supervillain sighs, rubbing his eyebrows to ease the tension. "You did nothing wrong." The claim is met with silence, so he adds. "Apart from getting attached to the wrong person, that is."

The Guard chuckles, shaking his head and bringing his knees to his chest. "Are you the wrong person?"

"I'm a convicted criminal." A fact he had to remind himself daily when he first got here. You are a convicted criminal, and the guards will treat you as such. Except the treatment was far worse than that, until his new friend showed up.

"Doesn't mean you're evil," the Guard chimes into his thoughts, dragging him back to the present. 

"You don't know me," he notes, though it's not entirely true. 

The Guard smiles, leaning forward and placing his chin on his knees to rest his neck as he mumbles. "I think I know more than anyone else."

***

The wailing of the sirens forces Supervillain awake in the most unsettling way. The alarm lights under the ceiling flicker red, alerting him further. He springs to his feet with a speed he hasn't had in a long time and then stops in his tracks because it strikes him. The overwhelming force that hits him right in the middle of his chest, spreading all over his body, obstructing his lungs with suffocating constrictions, rushing through his veins and reaching the tips of his fingers and toes to erupt in sparkles of sheer unrestrained raging power. It's surreal. All-consuming. Galvanising. He revels in the agitation that washes over him, wave after wave. His senses are overstimulated and raw. 

He feels lightheaded as he attempts to focus his eyes on his prickling fingers. It takes him a moment to identify the cacophony of sounds outside. 

And then the realisation dawns on him. 

The power dampeners are off. 

In a prison with the worst criminals of the damn century. He closes his eyes to tune out the noise and think, but his mind is too frantic to concentrate. The moment the inmates realise their powers are back, all hell will break loose. Supervillain knows they will revolt. He would, too – after spending months being treated worse than an animal.

The Guard. The image flashes through his thoughts so fast it almost burns him. With renewed anxiety, he bangs on the door. There's no response, and the ideas running through his head coat his stomach with dread, hot and muggy. He knows it's about to get dirty, and, in all honesty, those guards deserve it. But not his Guard. Not him. Anyone but him. 

He presses his palms against the door, channelling all his fears and worries into heating the metal till it melts under his fingers. It drips down to his feet, forming a pool. When the lock is soft enough, he whips the door open, but as he is about to step outside, someone crushes into his chest, pushing him back and shutting the door behind them. 

He lets out a sigh of relief as the Guard presses his back to the door, holding it closed. 

"That's not going to work." 

"Please don't go out there!" 

They speak at the same time, and Supervillain can't help the smirk that fights its way to his face. "Scared I'll harm your friends?"

"I'm scared they'll hurt you." His eyes are enormous as he stares up at Supervillain, who looks much healthier now. He looks alive. His skin is no longer grey, his lips and cheeks are coloured in pink hues, and even his eyes sparkle with new vigour. He takes hold of Guard's shoulders, pinning him further against the door to stabilise his shaking form. 

"Stay here. Be quiet." The Guard shakes his head no, grasping Supervillain’s arms with an unspoken plea. Supervillain softens. "It's okay. I will keep you safe. I promise." 

With that, he moves the Guard to the side and exits the cell, sitting down against the door – roles reversed from hours before. From time to time, the Guard hears people come and run the moment they spot Supervillain's menacing form.

It's only four hours later that the military arrives, clearing the area and arresting the surviving prisoners. As they bring order to the facility, checking floor after floor Supervillain opens the door. He is met by a tear-stained face and hard stare of his Guard. Supervillain huffs out a laugh and draws him into an embrace before pushing him out the door.

"Try not to forget me when you leave," he jokes half-heartedly, but the Guard shakes his head with surprising firmness. 

"I will get you out of here no matter what it costs me."

He never steps foot in the prison again but manages to keep his oath three months later. When Supervillain exits the gates with release papers in hand, he does not expect to be met by a mixed bunch of his siblings and strangers who all seem to be acquainted. It's moments later that he notices another familiar face he failed to spot for lack of the usual uniform. He shakes his head with a cheeky smile and rushes towards the kindest people in his life. 

Supervillain never has to endure silence or solitude again. 

Alright, there's a lot to unpack here :) First of all, thank you for the wonderful request. It turned out longer than expected, as well as took me longer to finish, but then again, the idea deserved to be worked on. I enjoyed crafting this story immensly. So thanks for that as well. I know other writers have been doing the request too but avoided reading their stories to keep mine clear of influences.

I hope you enjoy this despite the delay. Once again, thank you! xo Sunny

Masterlist

[solargeist]

Imagine with me, if you will; two small children walking along a street in some town who's name has long since been forgotten. The older of the two couldn't be more than five years old, holding his younger sister as they avoid most of the heavier traffic. The smaller of the two had shoes while the larger is walking barefoot. Regardless about the lack of shoes, the child had his sister on his back piggyback style. It's getting dark and the are some safer alleys not too far ahead.

A Watcher stands in the shadows, doing as Watchers do; Watching. Both children held strong potential in them (as all children do) and they walk past where the Entity stood without so much as blinking up at Her. The Watcher observed as the elder of the siblings moved nimbly down the street; skillfully avoiding taller legs and shoes as his own feet slapped quietly along the cobblestone street.

After a moment of deliberation, the Watcher left Her place in the shadows to pursue the children. She followed behind them a few paces, unseen by the world as she fluttered through them like a ghost. The child eventually turned turned down a side road to take the pair out of sight. Of course, nothing was out of Sight for Her.

She watched as the elder carefully lowered the younger onto the ground before turning around towards the entrance of the alley. The child puffed his chest out slightly, talking a big breath and, to the surprise of the Watcher, addressed Her. "What do you want?"

Now that was intriguing. The Watcher's form shifted, shrinking down a few inches as well as moving to crouched down to be eye level with the child. "I am Watching, child. Can you see me?"

"Well duh. I could see you follow us down the last three blocks," the child made a face under all the grime on his cheeks. Hard brown eyes the color of deep earth glared at the Watcher under what must have been a mousy brown. "I don't like it. Do it somewhere else."

"However, you two are alone out here, are you not?" She gestured a long fingered hand covered in wrapped rags towards where the smaller girl was curled up, asleep on the folded cardboard her brother had put her down on.

"Yes and we are fine." The boy almost barked at Her, with a voice so young and so full with venom.

She tilted her head at the child she spoke to. "What have you planned for dinner tonight?"

The child shifted on his bare feet, eyes glancing almost guiltily towards a dumpster farther in the alley before they turned back to the Watcher. "That is none of your business, lady. I suggest you mind it."

The Watcher laughed, the sound echoing slightly out of sync in the child's ears. He flinched slightly at the unfamiliar sound. She opened her outer robe just enough to reach inside the pitch black lining. The child watched her intently as Her hand disappeared from view. His young face didn't change as she pulled out a chorus fruit. "What is that?"

"Food." The Watcher said, Her voice as soothing as possible. Her hands broke apart the outer purple part of the fruit, much like how a cauliflower florets were so packed together, to reveal the soft white inner flesh. "I am sure you don't get much fresh fruit out here."

"It looks weird." The child snapped at her as his small grubby hand went to grip the front of his shirt, right in front of his belly.

"Perhaps to you, yes." The Watcher pulled apart a smaller slice before offering it towards the child. "But it needn't stay a stranger."

The child hesitated, eyes sharp between the food, hand, and where the Watcher's face would be if She had it visible. All he could see of Her was shadow. "Y you eat a bit first."

She wordlessly pulled Her hand back and broke off another small bit of flesh and lifted it to where he couldn't See her mouth. Personally, chours fruit was almost too sweet for Her. Like a sweet and spicy candied ginger. She pulled her hand back and then offered the now slightly smaller bit of fruit to the child. If eaten in slow enough, it would not cause the random teleport that it was so famous for.

He didn't hesitate now knowing it was safe, but he still was careful to take the fruit from Her bandaged hand. The Watcher was even more pleasantly suprised that he was able to interact with the fruit. As soon as the child had his hands full of fruit, he stepped away again to take a bite of the soft inner white. He made a slight face at the flavor.

Somewhere else, She smiled. "Good, yes?"

"It is a little... spicy?" He asked it like a question but ate another strip of flesh.

"That is a good word," the Watcher nodded. "Where will you two stay tonight?"

"Here? Probably." He concluded after a moment. "I think it is going to rain tonight and there is a bit of overhang roof back here. Might be able to stay mostly dry."

The Warcher hummed, using her hands to continue to break the chours fruit apart. She Watched him as he finished with the white part of the fruit and started on the thicker purple outside. The pith of the fruit, while still edible, was not as flavorful as on the inside. She like that part a bit more.

Once the boy was done, She offered him another bit of flesh. He took it again, no hesitation this time and took it to his sister to eat. The girl had sat up groggy, but took the fruit her brother gave her. She did not look towards the Watcher at all.

"How about you come home with me? Just for the night."

Her higher ups might have words for Her, but honestly was sure that Their anger with Her would be dissuaded upon realising this human appearing child Saw Her.

The boy frowned. "Why should we?"

"The rain." The Watcher said easily. "Do you not fear the thunder, child?"

"No." He said firmly, puffing his chest out again. It made Her think of a small bird puffing up to appear larger than it was.

"Of course not." She said smoothly. "And for the little one with you."

This cause the child to shift slightly. "She will handle it tonight. We've gotten through it before."

"I am sure you have. However, I offer you an actual bed and a better meal than fruit "

He hesitated. "Just for tonight?"

"Of course."

He thought it over. She could almost see the little gears in his human mind grinding away and She was almost tempted to look, but She didn't have time to before he nodded. "Okay. Just for tonight."

The Watcher nodded Her head and stood from her crouched position and glided over to them. The boy picked up his sister as she chewed on the outer peel. "Would you like me to hold her, sunrise?"

"Sunrise?" He asked confused. The confusion carried over as she held out the rest of the fruit. The Warcher took the still sleepy three year old in exchange for the fruit.

"Nevermind the name, child. Just a pet name." The Watcher held out a hand again to the child once She got the toddler settled. The little girl, once being held by the Watcher, had seemed to perk up and looked at the Entity in young confusion. The Watcher ignored her and offered a newly freed hand to the older child.

He took it and with the sound of an enderman whoop and a few partials, the trio were gone. All that was left was the outer bit of chorus fruit that the little girl didn't finish.

-Phantom

THÉ SIBLING EVER 😭😭

im getting way too attached to a motherly Watcher wuwghudug her bébés…

[happybird16]

gojo x reader, sfw

You wake with a snort, dazedly blinking into the darkness of the bedroom. It's pure, pitch blackness, thick with midnight's strength. “Wha-”

The quiet surrounds you, the city's distant hubbub tempered by the soft pitter-patter of light rain. Raising your head from the pillow, you catch sight of the darkness outside. Dark grey clouds drift lazily in front of the crescent moon, not a star in sight. Sometimes you miss living out in the country, miss seeing the stars twinkle across the sky.

There's no sign of the noise that had startled you awake, and already the sound seems distant to your mind. Sleep beckons you back, making your limbs heavy. Just as your head falls back into your pillow, the sound breaks the silence yet again.

“Eheh- eheehe-”

“What-” your head rises again, and you're suddenly wide awake, twisting to look at the man by your side. Satoru is stretched out flat on his back, head tilted heavily into his pillow. Even in the low light, you can see that he's smiling in his sleep, oddly enough, and then- there's that noise again.

“Ehehehe-”

“Toru,” you mumble tiredly, flipping onto your stomach to press your face into your pillow. “You're laughing in your sleep again.”

Eyes still closed, his lips stretch wide as yet another low giggle escapes, “Ehehe-”

“Hey!” you shout, still half-quiet, slapping an arm blindly across the bedspread. You don't know why he has a giant California king bed; he always tucks you up right against him. Your hand lands lightly on his cheek, one of your fingertips prodding a nostril, resulting in a snort. You slap his cheek again. “Toru, wake up! You're laughing in your sleep again!”

Finally, Satoru inhales sharply, letting loose an odd, confused sound. “Ngg-huh?” His eyes flutter open, illuminating the room with their crystalline baby blue glow. Even half-asleep, his fingers instinctively tug you closer, digging into your shoulder and hip, impossibly warm and large. “Babe? Why are ya’ awake? Couldn't get enough a’ me?”

His voice is rough from sleep, deep in a way that makes goosebumps bloom along the back of your neck. With his eyes open just a sliver, their light illuminates his features in their soft blue glow—the sharpness of his cheekbones, the thickness of his eyelashes, even the way his hair flops adorably against the pillow.

You frown, lip jutting out. Despite your exhaustion, heat simmers and prickles along your skin. You know he can see you perfectly clear, even in the room's remaining darkness, so you scoot forward to bury your face in his chest. “You were giggling again..”

“Oh!” Satoru laughs, his chest seizing beneath your head. The warm puff of his breath bathes the top of your head, and the hand along your back pats your shoulder softly. “Sorry about that, sweetheart. I was dreamin’.”

Satoru is so warm and comfortable, his chest rising and falling beneath yours, that your eyes already feel heavy yet again. The brightness of his eyes gleams across all the shiny surfaces in the bedroom- picture frames, hardwood, the television- lighting the room up with tiny blue little spots. You may miss the stars occasionally, but this feels more or less the same. Little bright lights, sparks of some power you can't really understand. It's like Satoru is a star himself, having drawn you into his glowing orbit.

“Dreamin’ bout what?” you murmur into his bare chest.

“Nothin’,” He laughs yet again, “Just rememberin’ a fight.”

You get the impression that he's not completely telling the truth, but the way his fingers are slowly dragging soft circles into your spine has you too sleepy to really care. “Go back to sleep. No laughin’.”

“Kay,” you can hear the laughter in his voice, but the sound doesn't escape his lips. Lips press into the top of your head, and you can definitely feel the curve of a wide smile. “You're so cute when you're sleepy. My little moon.”

[case-almost-closed]

Little darling angel

Gin x fem! reader (third POV) Words: 3.8K Warnings: Blood, wounds, threatening, death threats, mentioning of abusive relationship, mentions of cheating, Gin's maybe a bit OOC

She knew it would likely be a mistake. She knew it would probably be best for everyone if she just kept walking, ignored the painful moans and threw herself on the sofa at home to watch her favourite series.

And although her head was screaming at her to get the hell out of there, she couldn't help but stand rooted to the spot in front of the side alley and listen to the laboured breathing.

Her heart was pounding in her throat and she knew she should turn away now and just leave, but she just couldn't take her eyes off the side alley. Just go, a voice screamed in her head, but she couldn't. For a few more moments, she stood stock-still on the path before she clutched the shopping bag in her hand tighter and shakily took a step forwards, then another, venturing further into the alleyway bit by bit.

It was pitch black and she could barely see her hand in front of her eyes. The only sound she could hear was the echo of her footsteps against the walls. The heavy breathing had stopped. Had she imagined it? She stopped and listened, but she couldn't hear any more breathing. To be on the safe side, she did what she always cursed characters in horror films for: she called out.

"Hello? Is anyone here?" No answer. Suddenly she remembered that she still had a small flash light in her jacket pocket, pulled it out and switched it on.

A pale beam of light fell on the wall and lit up the dark alley at least a little.

She took a few steps further into the alley when a bang sounded behind her. With a soft scream, she spun round, clutching the torch tightly, only to have the pale light fall on a cat, which scampered away.

Putting her hand over her heart, she breathed to herself, "Wonderful, you're going to get yourself killed one day." Instead of turning round, she looked down the alley one last time.

"If you continue to be naïve enough to wander into dark alleys without being able to defend yourself, then yes."

Startled, she wheeled round again, this time in the direction the voice had come from. The flash light was weak and the light wasn't good, but it was enough to make out the man lying slumped next to one of the rubbish bins. And the pool of blood.

"Oh my God." She dropped the shopping bag and rushed over to him, but paused as she crouched in front of him when she saw the barrel of the gun pointed at her. "Like I said, little angel," he hissed and she could make out a grin twisted with pain. "Your naivety will get your wings trimmed one day."

Her breathing quickened and for a few moments she waited for him to pull the trigger, but nothing happened. The only sound that echoed through the alley was his heavy and her accelerated breathing. "Sir, you need help." Her voice was muffled, careful not to anger him. "Listen, you're hurt bad and you need a doctor." His gloved hand, in which the pistol lay, jerked upwards and she recoiled almost imperceptibly.

"No." She should stop. She should take it, get up and get to her feet while she still could. However, her conscience seemed to have other plans. "Listen, if you stay here, you'll die. It won't take long to call an ambulance." She reached into her pocket to pull out her mobile phone, but a hand grabbed her and prevented her from doing so.

"What exactly about 'no' don't you understand, you stupid girl?" She stared at him with wide eyes. His eyes were unrecognisable and hidden behind his hair and the brim of his hat, but she could feel his gaze boring into her.

"Are you naïve enough to think I wouldn't use this?" He raised the pistol. "Believe me, I have no problem shooting you dead on the spot and I still couldn't sleep any more peacefully tonight."

Now was the time to plead for mercy and flee, but she just couldn't do it. Instead, she smiled slightly.

"I believe you. But it doesn't change the fact that you need medical help." For a moment, he seemed perplexed by her stubbornness, but he quickly regained his composure and lowered his head with a grin that sent a shiver down her spine. "You seem to have a death wish."

"No." She shook her head and searched for eye contact, but it was impossible to make out anything in this light, the hair and the hat. "I'm a nurse, though. It's my job to help people." She sighed and her eyes fell on the gun in his hand. It was still pointing at her, but he had taken his finger off the trigger. At least it was something.

"If you don't want to go to hospital, that's fine and I won't ask any more questions. To be honest, I don't even want to know what kind of schemes you're involved in. But at least let me treat you provisionally. Only to the extent that you are able to walk. After that, I'll leave you alone and if you still want to shoot me, you're free to try."

Silence reigned and for a few harrowing moments she was completely convinced that she was done for. He would put his finger back on the trigger and blow her brains out. Her heart began to pound and she had the feeling that time was passing more slowly than usual, melting away like thick honey.

But just when she couldn't stand the silence any longer, something happened that she hadn't expected.

He laughed. Although you couldn't really call it a laugh. It was more of an amused and at the same time incredulous release of air through his teeth. "You're insane, darling. I could kill you."

"You already said that. Still, I want to help you. My flat is only a few metres from here. It's really not far." He was silent for a moment and she was pretty sure he was really going to kill her now, yet he nodded slightly, barely recognisable, to her surprise.

"All right. But one wrong move -" The sentence remained unfinished, but she didn't need much imagination to understand what he was trying to say. "Okay."

He looked up and for the first time she could see his eyes, piercing her and burning right into her soul. They were greenish-blue and so cold they sent a shiver down her spine. They were not the eyes of someone who had done something wrong in their life. They were the eyes of a murderer, a person who knew no remorse and for whom none of the murders ever left a scar on the soul.

A predatory smile crept onto his lips. "Don't tell me you're backing out now, angel."

She jutted out her chin and wrinkled her nose, looking directly into his eyes. "No, of course not. Can you stand up?" He snorted. "Who do you think I am." He tried to push himself up, pistol still in hand, and let out a pained groan.

She clamped the flash light between her teeth, straightened up and held her hands out to him. He snorted again, this time derogatorily, but she continued to glare at him.

"I'm not a child. I should shoot you for that insinuation alone."

Sighing, she took the flash light out of her mouth so she could speak. "I didn't mean to imply that you were a child. However, you have to agree that it will go faster if I help you up.

He didn't seem to listen to her, but grabbed the edge of the bin and pulled himself up. He groaned and puffed and she didn't want to imagine the pain he was in. However, as he wouldn't let her help him, she decided that the best thing she could do was to get her bag and hurry to get him home. She hastily put the torch back in her jacket pocket, it wouldn't do them any good anyway, and stepped towards him as he pointed his gun at her again.

"And what exactly…. Is this supposed to be?" He was panting and she knew that every breath must be causing him incredible agony, so she endeavoured to speak to him in a calm tone so that he wouldn't get upset. "I wanted to support you in the hope of getting you into my flat faster." He snorted disparagingly and she could understand it. He was a lot taller than her and although he was slim, she could only imagine that he could also be quite heavy.

She was all the more surprised when he put his right arm around her shoulder, allowing her to wrap hers around his waist and support him at least a little. "Remember, one wrong move-"

"-and I'm dead. I get it," she gasped, straining. He was a little heavier than she had expected, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of admitting it. She could feel his gaze on her, though her eyes were fixed ahead, where the end of the alley was already coming into view. "I didn't expect such bold words, angel. Considering how naïve you are."

"You say all the time that I'm naive. Why?" They had now reached the street and were only a few metres away from her flat. Her letterbox was almost within reach. He laughed again, this time a real laugh, albeit harsh.

"What makes you think you're not naive? You walk into a dark back alley with nothing but a torch and a shopping bag because you hear moaning. You argue incessantly with a strange, badly injured man, with a gun, who has no problem killing you, only to invite said man into your flat."

"I wouldn't really call it inviting." They had arrived at her house and she looked sceptically at the few stairs they had to climb to get to her flat. After all, she lived on the first floor. "Can you manage that?"

All at once, she felt hot breath on her ear and froze as he whispered directly into her ear. "Don't insult me. Just because I allow you to help me doesn't mean you have the right to talk to me like that. Do you understand?" She took a shaky breath.

"Of course."

"Good."

He pulled back and let go of her, whereupon she instantly removed her arm from his body and took a few steps to the side to make sure she wouldn't lose it.

Concerned but distant, she watched him pull himself up the stairs and followed at a safe distance until they reached the top. Once there, she waited for him to put his arm around her shoulder again before leading him to the door of her flat.

On arrival, she endeavoured to carefully pull out her front door key and then entered the flat with him. She pushed the door shut with her foot and led the man into her living room, where she led him to the sofa, where he sat down with a pain-filled hiss. "One moment, I'll just take the shopping to the kitchen and then get the necessary utensils." She turned round, but his voice held her back. "Your mobile phone."

She turned to face him, only to find that he had pointed the gun at her again. "Put it on the table. We don't want you to call the cops. And don't even think about going to the phone." She nodded and followed his order, refraining from making a snide comment, and then hurried into the kitchen where she put the bag down. As there was no frozen food in it, she didn't have to put it away immediately.

She took a deep breath and tried to organise her thoughts.

One thing was certain. She hadn't expected to have a criminal sitting in her living room tonight to tend to his wounds. She quickly splashed some water on her face before rushing to the bathroom to get the things she needed. Back in the living room, she realised that he had now got rid of his coat and hat and thrown them carelessly on the floor.

She put her things down on the small table and spread a towel on the sofa so that he could lie on it later. "It's going to hurt. Quite a bit. Do you want something to drink?" He snorted. "Something alcoholic, if that's what you've got." She nodded, stood up and handed him a hair tie. "Tie your hair back, please, and try to get out of that shirt. I don't want either of them to get in the way later."

She quickly hurried out of the living room and returned shortly afterwards with a glass in her hand, which she placed on the small table. The man had tied his hair up in a loose ponytail and removed his black shirt. Under other circumstances, she might have given his well-toned torso a second or even third glance, but her eyes were fixed on the gaping wound in his side.

"Did the bullet go through?" He nodded. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." He sounded annoyed. "I didn't take it as a souvenir, though, if that's what you want to know."

She smiled briefly, but quickly composed herself and handed him the glass, which he drank in one go. There was an ironic smile on his lips as he handed it back to her. "Excellent gin, angel."

"I know." Silence fell after that. To her surprise, he obeyed and lay on his side so that she could stitch his side. She didn't need as many stitches as she had thought, but she could feel him tense up almost imperceptibly with each one and tried to work as quickly and yet as neatly and cleanly as possible. After an exhausting twenty minutes, she was finished and was able to put the needle aside.

"Careful." He sat up and gave her a cold look. "I know what I'm doing." She took his word for it, after all, she had seen the scars that adorned his body. "Wait a minute." She quickly got up and took the utensils to the kitchen to wash and sterilise them later, washed her hands and returned with a cloth and a bowl of warm water.

In the meantime, he had sat up and was apparently glancing around her living room. He had tied his hair back, but she still couldn't see his eyes. She knelt quietly on the floor in front of him, dipped the towel in the water and reached to his side as his hand stopped hers, clasping her wrist. "And what is this supposed to be, angel?" His voice was a hiss and she felt her heart pounding in her chest. "I wanted to clean the wound, after all, it would be a shame if it got infected, wouldn't it?"

For a few moments he just stared at her and she felt cold sweat running down her back before he slowly released her and nodded. She took it as a sign to start and carefully began to dab at the edges. All the while, she felt his burning gaze resting on her, but ignored it to devote herself to her work.

"Why are you taking so much time?"

She looked up in surprise; after all, she hadn't expected him to talk to her. "Excuse me?" He sounded disinterested, but she had the feeling that he wasn't just making conversation to pass the time.

"I would have thought you'd try to get rid of me early before your husband got home."

She involuntarily tensed up for a moment and her eyes shot up to him. " How-"

She followed his gaze and spotted her old wedding photo still on the dresser. Snorting, she turned away and continued her work. "Well, I'm sure he wouldn't be too happy to find you here, but he'd have to lift his head from between his young secretary's legs first." He tilted his head and she thought she saw interest in his features.

"He's cheating on you. Yet you don't sound particularly sad."

She snorted. "Why should I? He's horrible. Filthy rich, yes, but turns out he's nothing but a miserable arsehole. He needed someone to cook and clean and admire him. He was loving and attentive at first, I never thought he'd be such an abusive, violent bitch."

He sat up and hastily she withdrew her hand to avoid grabbing into his wonder.

"He abuses you?" Her gaze was focused on his wonders and she found her work done, so she tossed the rag back into the bowl of water. "I don't see why you would-" She was interrupted by a hand tucking under her chin and turning her face to his.

His eyes sparkled with something she couldn't describe.

"Answer. Me." His voice was calm and composed, but oh so cold, it sent a shiver through her body and made her swallow.

"Yes." Her voice was no more than a breath. "Physically?"

She nodded. "Not often. He prefers verbal and psychological abuse. My husband has his fun telling me how incredibly lazy and ungrateful I am. Part of the reason why I probably have the urge to help people. So maybe you should thank him." She got up to leave the room, but he grabbed her hand again and pulled her round. He had also stood up and was now towering over her.

"I may be a ruthless murderer without a conscience," he hissed, "but I do not condone such things. Dare to accuse me like that again and you'll regret it." She nodded. "Understood, sir." He let go of her and she hurried to take the bowl away, but his voice held her back.

"Why don't you leave him?" She turned to face him. He was standing in the middle of her darkened living room, his hair down to his waist, even tied up and his head slightly tilted. He was a murderer, a ruthless man. So why did he care about her life?

Nevertheless, she hurried to answer so as not to test his patience. "Because of the money. He's rich and my job pays pretty badly. I simply can't afford to leave him financially. He has the better lawyers. He would come out on top in divorce proceedings. Only in the event of his death would I receive anything, but I doubt that will happen any time soon."

He looked thoughtful, but nodded. "Anything else sir?" "Yes." He took a step towards her and grinned a wolfish smile. "Call me Gin." She laughed briefly and glanced at the empty glass on her table, but quickly suppressed it. "Gin? That's not because I served it to you, is it?" He just cocked his head and turned away to stare out of the window. Amused, she shook her head and left the living room to return the utensils.

When she returned, Gin had disappeared and all that bore witness to his presence was the empty glass and a small note lying under the glass. Curious, if a little disappointed - she didn't know why - she picked up the note, unfolded it and read it.

Little, darling angel,

I owe you one which does not happen. Ever

Until next time

~~*~~

It had been two weeks since she had taken care of the injured man, Gin, and not much had happened. The only unusual thing was that she had been called several times from her husband's work, where he seemed to be missing. But as he was so rarely at home anyway, she hadn't been able to answer the question.

Exhausted, she pushed the door shut behind her, kicked off her shoes and went into the living room to switch on the light when a hand came over hers. "I wouldn't do that, angel!"

She cried out and wheeled round to strike at the person, but the other hand caught her too, forcing her to look the person in the face. She froze in place. "Gin."

He grinned, his eyes flashing from behind the curtain of hair. "I trust I can let you go without you attacking me. It really would be all too unfortunate to have to kill a woman with such a pretty face."

Heat rose to her face, but she nodded. Gin let go of her and slowly took a step back to give her room to breathe. "What are you doing here?"

He clicked his tongue disapprovingly and began to pace back and forth in her room. His figure looked shadowy in the dim light, but she could see him well enough. "I told you I owed you something. And there's nothing I hate more than that." She swallowed and fiddled with the hem of her shirt. "You don't owe me anything." He stopped and turned to her with his trademark wolfish grin. "That's right. Not anymore."

She frowned in confusion. "Of what-"

"How's hubby?" All at once, she felt as if all her senses had been returned to her without her ever knowing they were missing. "His disappearance. That's on you."

"Maybe." She swallowed. "Is he dead?" Gin tilted his head slightly so that his hair fell slightly out of his face and he could look at her. "Would you like him to be?"

Her eyes fell to the floor and her thoughts raced so fast that she could hardly keep up. "He was a horrible person. But does he deserve to die?" Gin stepped towards her. "Any man who tries to clip an angel's wings deserves far worse." She swallowed and a wave of courage came over her.

"Isn't that exactly what you wanted to do? Wasn't it your words that one day my wings would be clipped because of my naivety?"

All at once, his eyes darkened. "I have changed my mind. And rest assured, my little angel, that any man, woman or child who tries to pluck a single feather from your wings will not live to see the next day. No one will continue to soil your pure white robe."

She should feel fear. She should try to escape. Gin seemed to have taken a liking to her, or at least an interest, and even if she didn't know much about him, she knew he was extremely dangerous and it would be foolish of her to even think that this would end well and not in death.

However, her reason didn't seem to have any effect on the rest of her body, as she only jutted her chin. "So you didn't come to end it then? To end me?"

"Oh my little darling angel." Gin's voice was cold and soft at the same time and his movements were smooth, like those of a predatory cat as he glided towards her. She stumbled backwards until she hit a wall and couldn't move as he braced his right hand against the wall beside her and placed his left under her chin. She was supposed to feel scared, but the only thing she felt was a shiver coursing down her spine and she wasn't sure if it was one of fear.

"We're just getting started, aren't we?"

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Nightmares ✨ (Time x GN!Reader)

Whew, okay. I feel like everyone needs a break from the dark ass yandere shit (especially after that Twilight one, my god)

So here! Have some fluffly shit instead! ✨✨✨✨

Enjoy!✨

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Darkness.

That was all he could make out, other than laughter in the distance. It was pitch black, to a point that Time could hardly see the outline of his hand in front of his face no matter how close he held it; but somehow, he could tell by the whispering of the wind in the trees that he was in a forest.

The laughter he hears is not a voice he recognizes. At least, he thinks it's not. But he isn't too sure. It almost sounds like...

A very familiar scream sends a freezing chill down his spine. One that sounds just like you...

His heart drops into his stomach and it suddenly becomes hard to breathe. This laughter from the other person, twisted and maniacal...

Was that Zelda's voice...?

As panic and confusion begin to course through him, he rushes to the source, fighting away stray branches and bushes and stumbling over his own feet a couple times.

He reaches a clearing, one with water nearby. He can hear the water of a stream, although he can't see it; but what he can just barely make out is two figures against a tree.

That voice has to be you. It has to be. There's no one else it could be...

...And the height of the other person matches Zelda's. As he catches a glimpse of her crown and the blade in her hand glittering in the starlight, it confirms his suspicions.

"Zelda? What is happening here?" he questions, trying to mask the fear in his voice as he speaks to the woman he once thought was an ally and trusted friend.

He'd better not have to choose between you two, but if it's necessary...

...He determines then and there that his choice would be you, in any scenario.

"They're a problem, Link," Zelda states with disgust bleeding through her voice, pressing the blade against (Y/n)'s neck.

"Zelda, hang on. Tell me what's going on," he demands, trying to hide his anxiety and confusion. He unsheathes his sword, should the princess make any sudden moves.

But he's so confused...

...The princess was normally so levelheaded, so calm. As far as he knew, she'd never even met (Y/n); but before, he'd had no doubts that Zelda would adore them.

(Y/n) was a wonderful person. He and the princess had the same senses when it came to telling a good person from bad...

...Or at least, he thought they did, which is why he couldn't wrap his head around her motives.

"...They're a distraction for you, Link. For you and every one of your little apprentices..." she hums condescendingly, pressing the blade more. (Y/n) lets out a hiss, and even with as dark as it is right now, he knows Zelda's hurting them.

"Zelda, enough! Step back, and let's talk about this."

Zelda pauses. She doesn't move, but he just barely catches the glint in her eyes as she glances at him.

"...There's nothing to talk about, Link."

Zelda draws the sword upward, preparing to strike. Sheer terror courses through his entire being as he lurches forward, screaming as he reaches for (Y/n), who reaches back for him in their final moments.

"No!!!"---

Time jolts violently as if he'd hit the ground. Scrambling to sit up and take in his surroundings, his heartbeat begins to slow as he realizes he's back at camp. All the other boys are asleep, with the exception of Sky, who'd taken watch.

Time places a hand to his chest, bowing his head as he tries to steady his heart rate and return to the present.

Goddammit, another nightmare... It was all just some horrible nightmare....

Sky frowns, walking up to him slowly.

"Are you okay?" the meek hero says softly, concern in his gaze as he stands next to Time.

The old man, still breathless, nods as he looks up at the younger hero.

"I... I am alright. Simply a nightmare..."

...Time says nothing more on the subject.

Sensing that the old man didn't want to talk about it, Sky nods. Time looks down, sighing in relief as he sees you lying next to him and beginning to stir. He places his hand on your head, rubbing your forehead gently with his thumb.

"...Time?" you mumble, rubbing your eyes.

"Shh, I'm here, dear. Sorry for waking you."

"...Are you okay? I felt you tossing and turning..." you say so sweetly the old man thinks he might melt.

...Had it been so bad that he was rolling over in his sleep? He sighs a little.

"I am alright, my love. I'm here. Everything is okay..."

You pat the spot on the ground next to him, urging him to lie back down with you. He obliges, his body still exhausted from broken sleep; but he's slightly confused when he sees you scoot upward, to where his head lies by your shoulder.

You let out a yawn, opening your arm for him to come closer and rest on you. His eyebrows raise in surprise; but he doesn't deny you your wish.

He moves closer, allowing his head to rest on your chest. Your arm on the side he's lying on comes up to cradle his head, your hand stroking his hair, while the other holds his hand.

He rests one of his arms over your waist, and for the first time in a long while, he allows himself to relax against you, sighing contentedly as your hand in his hair causes him to feel like drifting off again.

This... feels nice. Now he knows why you love it so much when he does it...

It isn't long at all before sleep overtakes him again. In his half-asleep state, he hears you mumble a soft "Sweet dreams".

The last thing he feels before he drifts off to sleep in the warmth of your embrace is your lips on his forehead.