#as soon as I saw this prompt this immediately thought of this scene

[p4ranormaluv]

SOMETHING RED — 성훈

you thought when sunghoon finally found you he’d rip your guts out— but no! turns out he just wants to be in your guts.

PAIRING: ghostface!sunghoon x f!reader

GENRE: smut, thriller

CONTENTS: stalker ex!hoon, dom!hoon, sub!reader, autumn setting, murder, brief desc. of dead body, chase scene, dub-con, knife/fear play, blood/pain kink, injury, degradation/praise, petnames: bunny/sugar, rough sex, oral sex, hoon grips reader’s neck but no choking, hair pulling, spanking, size kink, orgasm control, fingering, squirting, over stim, creampie, one neck bite, passing out

WC: 5.1k

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“i had a really good time tonight, y/n.” your date smiles as you stand at your front porch.

“yeah, me too.” you reply, and you’re telling the truth.

after almost 4 years since you fled away from your hometown, and your ex (sunghoon, or rather ghostface, as the civilians like to call him), you’ve finally gone on a date.

it honestly should have been perfect. it was a simple evening. you went for ice cream and afterwards walked around a nice park to talk and feed the ducks, appreciating the beautiful colors the trees are turning. your date is an absolute gentleman, he won’t stop smiling at you and laughs at all of your stupid jokes. he’s acted like nothing but an overall sweetheart the entire time.

and yet, that’s the very thing that was wrong with the date in your mind.

it was simple, perfect, sweet…

no tension or skip of your heart beat, no wondering what will happen next. there was just…no thrill.

you think sunghoon has really fucked you up. even after all this time you’re still comparing people to your ex. your crazy, obsessive, killer ex.

god, sometimes you even catch yourself wishing he’d pop up in your life again. but after you found out it was him who was killing all of the people in your life and town, anyone who he deemed as getting in the way of your relationship, you panicked and immediately called the police.

no one has seen him since, evidently. you certainly haven’t.

but do you really wish you would? if he saw you again he’d probably kill you.

“y/n?” your date says gently, breaking you out of your stupor as you blink at the man in front of you, noticing how he’s gotten significantly closer than when you last noticed.

your porch light’s obnoxious hum is the only other sound as he gazes at you, giving you a hopeful, prompting look— sort of like he’s expecting something. you think you know what it is, but you suddenly feel like you’ve turned to stone.

“we’ll go out again, right?” he whispers as his face inches closer and closer, smiling at you sweetly.

“i’ll— i’ll text you.” you vaguely answer.

your date laughs again even though you haven’t said anything funny, raising a single hand to gently hold your arm as he finally realizes he’s gonna have to take full initiative. puckering his lips, he leans into yours as he shuts his eyes. you don’t do anything except let your eyes bulge out of your skull, before at the last second turning your head, causing his kiss to land on your cheek instead.

he pulls away while blinking widely in surprise, before his cheeks bloom a pink blush and he laughs—…again. it’s starting to be less charming and more annoying.

“you’re so cute.” he says, thinking you’re just shy.

“goodnight, y/n. i’ll see you soon?”

“sure!” you lie. “goodnight!”

you wave before immediately shutting your door.

you sigh tiredly, appreciating the beautiful glow of the moonlight that gently illuminates your otherwise dark house.

flipping the switch that lights your stairs, wood creaking beneath your feet, you walk to your bedroom. the night’s air is fresh, and the soft sound of rustling leaves always helps you calm down. so you open your bedroom window, letting the gentle breeze spread goosebumps across your arms.

moving to your dresser, you grab a tank top and shorts along with some panties before going into the bathroom to take a shower. you sit your fresh clothes on the bathroom countertop, stripping off your dirty clothes and letting them pool at your feet.

when you get in the shower you feel your previous stress melt off of you with the warm water, all thoughts and worries forgotten— temporarily at least. after about twenty minutes you step out, quickly wrapping a towel around you as the water dripping off your body and the chill in the air makes you shiver.

you move to grab your dirty clothes left on the floor to put them in the hamper, but your underwear is missing.

“what the heck,” you mumble to yourself, shaking out the clothing in your hands, checking if the item wasn’t just tangled amongst them.

“looking for these?” a voice— his voice— asks.

you gasp as your body jolts, feeling your heart spike in your chest when you look up to see ghostface standing at the bathroom’s open door.

he’s wearing his mask, signature big butchers knife in his hand as he twirls around your panties from it’s sharp point.

and…blood.

blood is on his hands and dripping off the weapon’s edge.

“y’know, i expected you to still be anxiously locking all the entrances of your house for a while longer, but you stopped only a year into moving here…” he thinks aloud with sarcastic wonder, lifting up his mask to let his eyes drink in the image of you clutching your towel to your chest.

sunghoon lets your panties slip off the knife and drop back onto the floor before stepping closer to you.

he moves slowly, making your panic worsen as he corners you into the bathroom like prey. a small, frightened noise comes from your chest when your back hits the wall, sunghoon’s face closer than ever as you watch his lips raise into a smirk.

“can you tell me why that is, bunny?”

your body trembles at the nickname that hasn’t been directed to you in years.

sunghoon started calling you that after one of the first dates you went on, the two of you watched a scary movie and you criticized the characters who were so easily killed.

“do you think you could do any better?” sunghoon had asked, smiling at you patronizingly yet fond.

“well, yeah? they always get killed cus’ they do something stupid. like lock themselves in one room or crawl through a fucking cat door.”

“and what would you do?”

“run.” you had simply answered.

“well?” sunghoon drawls, hot breath puffing into your face as he stands practically against you.

his knife is still raised, gently grazing the tip over your cheek as his eyes follow the movement.

“who’s blood is that?” you struggle out, feeling the crimson liquid trickle down your neck.

“drop your towel.”

“w— what?”

“i said drop your fucking towel, y/n.” he grits, moving the knife to apply harmless pressure to your neck— but it’s there, and it’s threatening.

the damp fabric lands with a thump on the tile floor, leaving your nipples to harden from the bite in the air.

“should have left that window fucking shut…” you whisper, but sunghoon catches it with his close proximity.

he steps back just enough to run his perverted eyes all over your body, weapon moving from your neck down to your breasts.

you inhale shakily, sunghoon chuckling under his breath.

“yes, you should have. although it wouldn’t have mattered. i came in through the front door that you also conveniently forgot about.” he replies to your statement. “which brings me to my question that i asked first, why have you been leaving everything unlocked, y/n?”

you glare up into his eyes with wavering bravery, sunghoon finding you to look more like a scared, defenseless animal.

you don’t speak, trembling lips pressing into a thin line. sunghoon slides the flat of his knife over your nipple, spreading the leftover blood across your skin and causing you to flinch as a small moan escapes you.

“you missed me.” he states with suffocating confidence, seeing right through your facade— knowing how you really feel.

“you still love me. don’t you, bunny?”

he presses his chest against yours, the rough material of his shirt giving stimulation to your sensitive nipples as he moves the weapon back up towards your face. the steel blade swipes across your mouth, staining your lips red.

sunghoon tugs down your bottom lip with his thumb, rubbing slowly side to side before pushing inside your mouth. you take it without thinking, staring up into his eyes as you suck on his appendage, wincing at the steely taste of blood.

“still such a slut.” he marvels fondly, eyelids drooping as his breath gets a little heavier. you bob your head just slightly, like you would do to his cock, and sunghoon reacts with a groan. your pussy clenches at the sound.

“well, you didn’t exactly answer my question, bunny. but since you’re so cute and helpless right now, i’ll have some mercy and answer yours.”

he pulls his thumb back and you don’t release it until it comes out with a wet pop, sunghoon groaning lowly before slamming his lips onto yours. he swallows your moans as his empty hand roams your body, fingers feathering over your bare pussy, trailing up to grope roughly at your breast before firmly wrapping around your throat.

you squirm. any shame has left your mind as you try and rub your cunt up onto sunghoon.

he’s playing nice for now it seems, pressing his jean clad thigh between your legs and letting you hump against him. you whine into his kiss as the denim makes contact with your clit, biting on sunghoon’s bottom lip unconsciously in pleasure.

he grunts at the slight pain, slapping your ass before gripping it roughly and digging his nails into your flesh.

you lick his bottom lip and suck on his tongue in apology, sunghoon’s nails retracting to rub soothingly over the skin that is now littered with red crescent cuts.

“god, i love you, bunny.” he groans lowly. “it’s your date’s blood.”

“h— huh?” you gasp, eyes widening as sunghoon stares deeply into your eyes. “you…did you kill him?”

“do you care?” sunghoon quips back cockily, but you recognize the tinge of jealousy in his tone. “he was too soft for you anyway. you like it when someone is rough and makes you feel dominated, don’t you? someone big enough to overpower you?”

he speaks in a dark tone, hand gripping your hip with possessiveness that’s sure to leave a bruise.

your breathing picks up again, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with emotions— though you’re not sure what any of them are.

“fuck you, sunghoon.” you spit, the man maniacally laughing with clear amusement.

“sure, sugar, later. right now i think i’m in the mood for a chase.”

he says this as he steps away from you, leaving you confused as he stares at you expectantly.

“well?” sunghoon lifts a brow, lowering the mask to cover his face completely again, gripping his knife a little tighter. “run, bunny.”

fear settles its anchor in your stomach and you take off like a bullet, water and blood dripping from your naked body as you run down the stairs. there’s only the sound of your panicked gasps of breath before ghostface’s heavy footsteps creak down the steps, coming right after you.

your first thought is to go the front door, but when you open it you're greeted with the massacred body of your date sitting in a bloody, gutted heap of red and pink mush.

you scream, immediately slamming the door shut as you choke on a gag that tickles up your throat.

ghostface makes it down the stairs, taking large but calm steps towards you as his knife gleams in the moonlight, black plastic eyes staring blankly at you.

“stop!” you cry, suddenly thankful for the wrap around layout of your house as you run right, out of the livingroom and into the hallway.

you can go to the kitchen, bedroom, or second bathroom.

everything is a dead-end except the kitchen, which has two escape routes to the outside: a latch window and the back door.

you quickly open the bedroom door to throw ghostface off and quietly sneak into the kitchen.

risking taking the time to carefully open a drawer and take a knife out— just in case, you then hurry over to the back door and turn the knob.

there’s the sound of something slicing through air before you yelp as it cuts into your hand, forcing you to jump away from the door.

“i wouldn’t do that if i were you.” ghostface warns as he walks in, creepily melodic with how he speaks.

you look back at the doorknob, seeing his knife stabbed into the wood from the force ghostface threw it with, your blood splattered in a small area against the white paint.

“now look at that, you made me hurt you.” he says with mocking sympathy, his dangerous tone making your knees feel weak with fear.

you keep switching your eyes from looking at the window to ghostface.

he just stands, watching with undivided attention as he can practically see the cogs turning in your brain, waiting for what you’ll do next like he’s watching a mouse in a trap. (or a bunny in a snare.)

you suddenly run out of the kitchen’s second entry, ending up at the living room again and booking it up the stairs. you wouldn’t have had time to make it out the kitchen window with ghostface right there, but maybe you can escape through your bedroom window. it’s already open, and even though your house is two stories, there’s a tree right next to it that will shorten the drop— if you can reach a branch without falling off the roof.

when you get to your bedroom ghostface is hot on your trail. you try to slam the door shut and lock it, but he presses against it from the other side right at the same time.

you push as hard as you can to shut the door, but ghostface has always been much stronger than you.

busting the door open, your body is flung backward as you land on the floor, knife falling out of your hands and sliding away from you.

you scramble on the ground to get it back, just barely grasping it in your hand before ghostface grabs and flips you over onto your back, ripping his mask off and letting it clatter to the floor.

“s— stop it, sung— sunghoon.” you struggle to get out from how your body and voice shakes, pressing your legs together in fear and ignoring the wetness between them as sunghoon cages your body with his limbs.

“oh, are you going to make me?” he challenges with no fear, the smile on his face clearly expressing that he doesn’t take a word you say seriously.

“go on then, bunny. take a stab at me.”

sunghoon drops his own knife from his hands, baring himself to your mercy.

your eyes widen, hands shaking as you pathetically raise the knife.

you look from his eyes to his vulnerable stomach that you could easily plunge the weapon into, and back up to his eyes again.

sunghoon slenders his gaze at you, as if to say ‘you can’t do it, can you?’.

you burst into sobs, dropping the knife and hiding your face in your hands.

sunghoon leans down to coo at you, running his fingers through your hair and kissing your forehead.

“i knew you couldn’t do it, bunny. i’ve been watching you ever since you left town, and you know what i found out?”

you take watery gasps, wiping off your tears so you can look up at sunghoon.

you know the answer, even in your messy state. it’s apparent throughout everything in your life, after all these years and all the decisions you’ve made.

“i—…that i n— never stopped loving you.”

“that’s right, sugar. couldn’t even bear to kiss your date, could you?”

you shake your head, cries reducing to sniffles as sunghoon cups your face with his still bloodied hands, the liquid beginning to dry as it feels tacky on your skin.

“it’s okay, bunny. you were a good girl, so i won’t punish you…too much. as for him— well,”

he laughs, but it sounds hollow, devoid of anything other than hate and rage. “he got what he deserved.”

suddenly sunghoon is picking up his knife and hoisting you up, your waist thrown over his shoulder as you gasp in surprise while he walks over to the bed.

sunghoon takes a handful of your ass, admiring how it jiggles when he jostles it in his hand before giving it a hard spank. you whimper and push back into his palm, wordlessly asking for more.

“slut.” he chuckles under his breath, throwing you roughly on the mattress a second later.

sunghoon places his knife on your nightstand as you sit up on your elbows to look at him curiously. he practically devours your body with his eyes as he strips off his shirt, your mouth watering at the revealed expanse of his tapered waist and sculpted abs. you can’t help but whine when he slowly pushes the waistband of his pants and underwear down, hard, huge cock slapping against his stomach wetly.

“missed this, bunny?”

you only whine, feeling like the desparate whore that you are for sunghoon as you blatantly squeeze and rub your thighs together, trying to bring any sort of relief to your needy pussy. you practically feel edged by everything that’s transpired so far.

“come.” sunghoon orders, pointing at the floor in front of him.

you know what that means, quickly getting off the bed and on your knees, looking up at him with pathetically begging eyes. he only acknowledges you with a piercing stare, picking up his knife again as he moves it beneath your hairline, pressing the cold, flat side of its blade into the nape of your neck.

“now suck.”

you’re eager, enveloping his dick into your watering mouth and pushing yourself as far down the long shaft as you can muster. you gag, sunghoon’s salty pre-cum making you salivate for more as you don’t pull off, only trying to push his cock deeper down your throat.

even as your eyes squeeze shut, choking around him— you don’t stop.

not until sunghoon roughly pulls you off by the hair, a deep sound coming out of you as your mouth is suddenly empty, gasping and coughing while a string of saliva hangs from your lips.

“did i say swallow me whole? dumb whore. suck.”

you immediately do as he says, apologizing with your eyes and pliant little hums around him as you envelope just the tip in your mouth, sucking on it delicately like a lollipop.

sunghoon bares his teeth at the teasing pleasure, watching your lips that are glossy with your own spit prettily wrapped around his big dick. you look so small and helpless like this: kneeling, naked, someone else’s blood drying on your body— as well as a little of your own.

sunghoon thinks you’re most beautiful like this. his slutty little bunny trapped in the snare he’s made just for you.

grabbing a painfully tight fistful of your hair, he slams your face against his pelvis. you’re reduced to choking sounds and sputters as you struggle to take the sheer size of him into your mouth, sunghoon continuing to catch you off guard as he starts bobbing your head up and down his shaft like a cock sleeve.

you cry and moan at the feeling of him using you like a cheap whore, your pussy throbbing with the need to be touched but being ignored— and it only turns you on that much more.

your scalp burns as sunghoon keeps yanking you by the hair, spit seeping out of the corners of your stretched lips and running down your chin.

“almost forgot what a dirty slut you could be, bunny. f— fucking shit!”

hearing sunghoon’s hard resolve crack, you’re hit with another wave of enthusiasm.

you swallow around him, doing your best to lick and suck whenever you get the chance between the harsh movements he controls you with. then you have an idea, and without a second thought you’re executing it.

moving a hand down to your pussy, you smear the generous wetness on your fingers, lifting them up to cup sunghoon’s balls, fondling them with ease thanks to your slick.

“god— fuck! good girl! that’s a good little whore. choke on my dick while you make me messy.”

you feel like you could almost cum just from sunghoon’s words, the tingly pain at your scalp, and the full mouth of dick you’re taking. moans almost rhythmically come from your throat as your free hand goes down to rub desperately at your neglected clit, hips making trembling movements at the pleasure that’s not enough while at the same time being too much.

“bunny, oh— damn. you really like me fucking your mouth, don’t you sugar?”

“mm—hmm,” you moan around him, sunghoon starting to snap his hips more aggressively. you feel his dick pulse in your mouth, a deep growl coming from him a moment later, signaling his soon release.

“you ready for me, bunny? you ready for my cum?”

please, please, yes— you want to say, but it only comes out as whimpers as his cock bruises the back of your throat.

your thighs begin to tremble as you feel yourself getting closer. sunghoon moans out, pressing his hips flat against your face as his dick throbs, pumping a huge load down your throat. that paired with the feeling of his knife pressing harder into your neck sends you into white hot ecstasy, shaking like a leaf and thighs clenching around your own hand as you ride it out on your soaked fingers.

sunghoon’s dick is dripping with your spit and his cum when he pulls out, still hard as a rock and catching his breath as he slowly jerks himself off, wincing at the painful pleasure after just cumming— but not able to stop as he’s mesmerized by how much of the both of you there is, mixing all together with each movement of his hand.

sunghoon then looks over at you just as you’re pulling your hand away from yourself, groaning as he sees the wet webs between your fingers.

“get on the bed, bunny. ass up.”

your movements are clumsy as you’re still weak from the hard orgasm, but you want more, so you do as he says. sunghoon gives you a helping hand, making sure you don’t fall as the both of you get on the bed.

sunghoon sits up on his knees behind you. your ass looks amazing in this position, and your legs are spread, completely unable to hide your dripping pussy from sunghoon’s hungry eyes.

you turn your head, looking back at him with fucked out eyes that ask for more. he smirks, placing both hands on either side of your hips before stooping low to go down on your sloppy cunt.

“oh— fuck, su— sunghoon!”

you’re so turned on, and if you really think about it (which you’re trying not to), you probably shouldn’t be— not after what he’s done.

and yet, here you are, whining like a whore as the ghostface killer fucks your pussy with his tongue.

he can’t get enough of your taste. he’s went years without it after all, and sunghoon finds he’s going feral now that you’re finally in his mouth again. he delves his tongue as deeply as it can go, paying attention to what movements make you cry louder. sunghoon makes sure to pull out and suck your puffy clit between his lips, proud at himself with how it makes your legs quiver, before shoving his appendage back inside your core and fucking it in and out of you.

“hoonie, please,” you beg, already needing release as you’re sensitive from your previous orgasm.

“no,” he barks, annoyed that he even has to separate his mouth from your pussy to speak, reconnecting with you immediately after.

you dare to whine defiantly at him, and sunghoon reacts by reigning his hand down on your ass.

the hit is hard, making your eyes widen and taking your breath away as the strength he uses on you is unexpected. you can feel your skin tingling and hot from where the slap landed, and somehow it just makes you feel even more needy.

sunghoon knows you liked it, he can tell by how your pussy is contracting around his tongue, making him smirk against you as he keeps eating you out with no mercy.

you wiggle your hips just slightly, side to side, unable to keep still as you just need more.

you feel sunghoon’s annoyed growl, the vibrations of it sending a shock of pleasure straight to your core. he spanks you again, right on the same spot as before. this time a sob is ripped out of your chest at the pain, your face burying into the bed.

“you’re a bad fucking girl, can’t even do what i want you to.” sunghoon grits as he removes his mouth and shoves two merciless fingers inside you instead, roughly curving them as his thumb rubs at your clit. the amount of pain and pleasure is equal now, making you want to pull away while at the same time, push closer. the sounds your pussy makes as sunghoon quickly moves his fingers are loud and should be embarrassing— yet all you can think about is how good he’s making you feel and how badly you need to cum.

“hoon, i— really i can’t— can’t take it!”

“oh you’ll take it, bitch. if you want me to fuck you with my cock by the end of this.”

“no— yes! please, want your cock!” you blubber, the thought of not getting it making you feel as if you could cry at any moment, that paired with how meanly sunghoon treats your desperate little pussy, fucking it like he wants you to squirt all over the sheets— yet refusing to let you.

“i’ll be good, hoonie! i’ll let you do whatever you want, just— let me cum!”

the man doesn’t say anything, fingers not stopping as you feel his other hand’s nails dig into the flesh of your ass again, leaving more claiming cuts into your skin.

“fine, filthy slut. cum.”

the relief and pleasure of finally letting go is too much, your hearing is reduced to a high pitched ringing, and you’re not sure if your eyes are shut or if your vision has blacked out.

when you come back to, you’re on your back, sunghoon’s hands all over your body as the look in his eyes looks like he’s truly lost it.

“hoon, can’t,” you pant out as he starts lifting your limp leg to his shoulder.

but he doesn’t stop, his frantic movements continue, only looking up at you with pupils you swear are blown out.

“you’ll let me do whatever i want, remember?” he speaks out roughly, his throat scratchy either from eating you out so vigorously or from being so turned on.

“even if you didn’t let me, i’d still do whatever i want with you.” he cruelly chuckles, smirking down at you. the points of his teeth remind you of a wolf.

guess you really are the bunny.

you whimper— and you’re not sure if it’s from fear or twisted arousal.

tears fill your eyes as you watch sunghoon grab his huge cock, jerking it a few times to spread his cum. (not that he needs to— you literally just squirted.) you can only imagine how big the stretch will be inside your tiny little pussy to fit his huge girth. you’ve taken it before of course, but your insides are crying out in sensitivity, and your head feels foggy, like you could fall back out of consciousness again.

“please, hoonie, please—“

you’re words are cut off by your own agonized cry as sunghoon’s cock feels like it’s piercing your guts, pushing and pushing until he’s down to the hilt.

then he starts thrusting into you with enough power that it pushes your head against the headboard, your hands moving up to brace yourself as your hiked up leg tightens around his shoulder.

despite everything, you can’t help the delirious moan you let out, feeling your pussy ooze more fluids you didn’t think you had at this point.

“my slutty little bunny, huh, y/n?” sunghoon almost coos, if it wasn’t for how his teeth are harshly bared.

“missed my big dick abusing your insides, didn’t you, bunny?”

you sob, tears racing down your cheeks as your hole helplessly clenches and suffocates on sunghoon’s huge, unforgiving length.

“admit it. admit you’re a dirty whore for me.”

“i am— i am, hoonie!” you pant out breathlessly, each of his bruising thrusts feeling like they punch the breath right out of you. your chest aches from the big gulps of air you take. “m’a whore, such a dirty whore for you, sunghoon— fuck, please!”

sunghoon’s pants almost match up with your own, his body starting to tremble as he moves to lean down on his elbows against the bed, the new position forcing your leg to stretch even further— causing sunghoon’s cock to ram even deeper inside you.

“you’re mine. you hear me, bitch? you’re fucking mine! don’t ever think i’m gonna let you run away from me again.”

“oh god— i’m cumming!” you scream, unable to even ask for permission or try to hold back as your body convulses with the waves wracking over your body.

the only thing that keeps the darkened edges of your vision from completely taking over is sunghoon’s dick driving into you, chasing after his own high as your pussy spasms around him. you’re almost too tight, your core literally unable to take his huge size anymore as sunghoon forces his cock in again and again, balls slapping crudely against you.

when he finally busts inside, sunghoon clamps his teeth down on your neck, the sensations overwhelming him as he fucks you full of his cum.

he doesn’t pull out, even when your crying doesn’t stop, he keeps your poor abused pussy plugged up with his full load by his huge dick.

once sunghoon catches his breath, he glides his tongue across his teeth, curious at the taste of blood in his mouth.

“hoon, you bit me.” you whine, pouting at him as you try to look where his teeth left bloody marks into the junction of your shoulder.

sunghoon sighs, and you can tell by the noise and how his eyes flit over the wound excitedly that it turns him on.

his tongue licks over the bite in apology, cleaning up the blood before pressing little kisses all over it.

“you make me crazy, bunny.” he whispers lovingly, eventually pulling away from your shoulder to hover above your face.

you stare at each other silently, before you tilt your chin up, begging for a kiss with pouty lips and shiny eyes.

sunghoon smiles, those wolfish teeth still poking through slightly as he leans down to capture you in a slow, passionate kiss.

it tastes like blood and cum.

your blood and cum.

the realization frightens you only a little bit, the stronger emotion being some sort of sick arousal.

sunghoon might be crazy over you, but he’s definitely made you crazy as well.

REBLOG/COMMENT TO MAKE AUTHOR SMILE

NOTE: divs by adornedwithlight

[griseldabanks]

Sean stared at the tiny, bedraggled creature that had just clawed its way out of the mess of shiny black eggshell on the scrubbed surface of the wooden table. It looked a bit like a lizard, with a long, swishing tail and sinuous body covered in scales as black as the egg. But its little head bobbed on a long, slender neck as it looked around the room with huge eyes that glowed golden in the firelight. And the leathery, bat-like wings that scraped along behind it made it clear, if nothing else did, that this was no lizard.

Those round, yellowish eyes looked up and latched onto his. It opened its mouth, made a little growling sound...and Sean discovered that he could understand what those sounds meant.

“You aren't my mother, are you?” the baby dragon squeaked.

“Um...no.”

Somehow, it seemed the dragon could understand him too. “I didn't think so,” it said, reaching back with its sinuous neck to knock one last little shard of eggshell off its back with its nose. “Your voice sounds different.”

Sean wondered if he should tell the dragon that its mother was dead. He probably should, eventually. But thankfully, Father Mark returned at that moment with a plate of bread and cheese, forestalling that moment. He brought the food over to the table, eyes riveted to the dragon. “So,” he breathed, sinking into a chair as he set the plate on the table, “it's happened.”

The dragon's nostrils flared as its head whipped around to eye the food. “Is that food? My mother told me all about it! She promised me she'd have a treat ready for me just as soon as I hatched!”

Sean broke off a bit of the dry, crumbly cheese and held it out in his palm. “Do you want some?”

The dragon reached over with its long neck, examining the cheese from all sides and snuffing it curiously. Then it opened its mouth, revealing a row of fine, needle-sharp teeth, and bit off half of the chunk in Sean's hand.

Sean watched the dragon chewing thoughtfully, a dozen different emotions passing over its face. He'd never imagined a dragon's face could be so expressive.

“What kind of meat is that?” the dragon said once he'd finished his bite. “It didn't taste anything like my mother described!”

“Oh...that's because it's not meat,” Sean explained. “It's cheese.”

“Cheeeeeeeeeeez.” The dragon extended its neck as it drew the growl out extra-long, as if to taste the word on his tongue just like the first food it had ever eaten. “My mother didn't tell me about that.” It cocked its head to one side, then the other, eyeing the remaining food in Sean's palm like a bird contemplating a worm. Then it shuffled its wings, almost like a shrug, and lapped up the remaining crumbs of cheese. The tongue was rough against Sean's skin.

“You gon' haff sum?” the dragon mumbled brightly.

Sean found himself smiling, not caring that Father Mark stared at him as if he'd grown another head. “Sure.” He picked up the knife on the plate and cut himself a slice of bread and cheese.

“Oooooh, what's that?” the dragon demanded, licking its chops and dancing closer to the plate, its little claws clacking against the wood. It sniffed at the breadcrumbs on the tabletop. “I wanna try some!”

And so human and dragon broke bread together for the first time.

The Chesterton Challenge: Day 6

Welcome to Day 6 of the Chesterton Challenge! If you haven't already, make sure you check out all the creations in the notes of yesterday's post.

Today's Optional Prompt is: Cheese

Because how can you have a Chesterton-themed creative challenge without referencing his famous quote: "Poets have been strangely silent on the subject of cheese"?

With this prompt, one could write a cheese-themed poem (I welcome as many as you'll give me), but there are plenty of other directions one could take this prompt. You could cook a dish involving cheese, create artwork in homage of cheese, or even write a cheesy story. Be creative!

Whatever you create, make sure to show us or tell us about it by reblogging or replying to this post.

Now go forth and create!

[hotshotsxyz]

doctor, doctor, give me the news

(buddie) (1.4k words) (8x05 spec) y'all i think i kind of went off with this one

Tommy flinches. It’s a quick, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it thing that he quickly turns into a playful cringe, but for a second, it was real. It was real and Buck saw it and he doesn’t know how to unsee it.

He pulls his phone out and opens the camera so he can see it for himself, and okay, yeah, it’s not great. But also—they’re both firefighters. Buck’s seen way worse than swollen, red skin, and he’s sure Tommy has too.

“Afraid of the curse now?” he asks lightly instead of voicing the thought.

“Um, yeah, I think you’ve convinced me,” Tommy replies.

Buck squints at his own image. “What do you think it is?”

“Other than a curse?” Tommy asks.

Buck nods.

“Honestly, Evan, I have no idea. Maybe we should call in some back-up.”

“What?” Buck asks, brow furrowing. “Like some kind of curse breaker?”

Tommy snorts. “Like someone with a little more medical training,” he replies.

“Oh, yeah that—that’s probably a good idea,” Buck says. He feels himself flush even redder.

“You want me to call Hen? Or Chimney, maybe?” Tommy asks.

Buck shakes his head. “They’re taking the kids to a haunted hayride today. I’ll text Eddie.”

Tommy’s nose wrinkles a little, and Buck can’t help but wonder which part of what he just said Tommy didn’t like. He types out a quick message.

SOS. curse real. need paramedic diaz asap

Eddie’s reply is almost instantaneous and comes in three short messages.

not a paramedic

and curses aren’t real

I’m on my way

Buck looks up from his phone. “He’ll be here soon,” he says.

“That was fast,” Tommy observes.

Buck shrugs. For a second he considers sending Eddie a selfie, something to prepare him for the not-so-pleasant sight of his face, but he—

He kind of wants to see if Eddie flinches, too.

Eddie’s key turns in the lock and Tommy shoots Buck an odd look. He’d try to parse it, but he’s really starting to feel how much his face hurts and he kind of just wants Eddie to hurry up and fix it. He stands and walks past the stairs in time to see him shut the door.

“Ouch,” Eddie hisses as soon as he catches sight of whatever it is his face is doing now. It’s not a flinch. If anything, he sways forward like he might at a scene. Assessing. Ready to jump in as soon as he’s formed a plan.

“Yeah,” Buck says. “Told you I’m cursed.”

Eddie lets out a light laugh. “Mm, I think I’m supposed to be the one making the diagnosis here,” he says.

He ushers Buck to the kitchen table, sets his med kit down, and pulls out a chair for him.

“Gee,” Buck says, “A guy could get used to this kind of medical care.”

Eddie grins. “Doctor Diaz, at your service,” he says, holding out a hand for Buck to shake.

Buck huffs a soft laugh and takes it. “I’ll be a good patient, I promise,” he says.

“Don’t start lying to me now,” Eddie replies, eyes twinkling.

Across the table, Tommy chokes.

Buck drops Eddie’s hand and looks over at him. “You okay?” he asks.

“Mm,” Tommy hums. “Just uh—got some spit down the wrong pipe.”

Buck frowns but doesn’t push it any further. He looks back at Eddie and finds him rummaging through his kit with a pen light between his teeth. He makes a triumphant noise and turns to Buck.

“Alright, let’s see,” Eddie says softly.

He steps into the space between Buck’s legs, and Buck’s brain kind of just—freezes.

“Look up for me?” Eddie prompts, and when Buck doesn’t—can’t—immediately comply, Eddie presses two fingers beneath his chin and guides it up until suddenly the only thing Buck can see are Eddie’s eyes. “Thought you we’re going to be a good patient,” Eddie murmurs.

All at once, Buck’s brain unfreezes, skipping right past calm and into hyperdrive. Because—because—he’s looking at Eddie and Eddie’s thumb is skating across the skin that’s just beneath the worst of the swelling  and Buck can feel it and surely Eddie’s touched his face before except—except—no, Buck’s pretty sure he hasn’t but now that he has Buck’s never going to be able to forget the way it feels because he knows it should hurt, it should, but it doesn’t and he kind of never wants Eddie to stop touching him and that’s—that’s—

“—hurt?” Eddie asks, only Buck misses 90% of the question so instead of answering he hums vaguely and watches Eddie’s face twist in sympathy.

Eddie starts dabbing something on Buck’s face, hydrocortisone maybe, or triple anti-biotic—whatever it is it feels cool and nice and as Eddie concentrates on his task he bites down on his lip and suddenly Buck can’t look at anything else, can’t look at the furrow in Eddie’s brow can’t look at the ceiling can’t—

“You think he’ll live?” Tommy asks dryly.

Buck feels like he’s been doused with cold water.

Eddie’s lips, those lips that he still can’t bring himself to look away from, twitch into a small smile. “Depends,” he says. “Has anyone figured out how to break the curse?”

It punches a laugh out of Buck’s chest, the kind that comes out in a single syllable and with a rush of air. Eddie takes a step back and finally Buck feels like his brain is returning from the stratosphere, back to its baseline level of chaos.

“So—” Buck tries, but it comes out rough. He clears his throat. “What’s uh—what’s the diagnosis.”

Eddie frowns. “Honestly? It kind of looks like spider bites.”

Tommy’s chair clatters back, and when Buck looks over he’s suddenly standing.

“Babe?” Buck asks, but it feels gummy and unfamiliar in his mouth.

“I, um—not a fan of spiders,” he squeaks.

Eddie blows out a soft breath that Buck’s pretty sure only he could recognize as laughter.

“You don’t have to stick around,” Buck says, and he swears he means stick around the loft, but—but—“I’m okay, I’ve got the second best doctor in Los Angeles looking after me.”

“Second!” Eddie exclaims, mock affronted.

“Hen,” Buck replies with a shrug.

Eddie heaves a dramatic sigh. “You’re not wrong.”

Tommy looks between them, a deep furrow in his brow. “Yeah,” he says. “I’ll uh—I’ll head out.” He backs toward the door, then pauses as he gets a hand on the knob. “See you tomorrow?” he directs at Buck.

“’Course,” Buck replies, and he’s pretty sure if Tommy had asked him that this morning his reply would’ve sounded soft and sweet to his own ear, but now Buck doesn’t hear much of anything at all.

Tommy nods once, and then he’s gone.

Buck looks back at Eddie, and god, he tries. He tries so hard not to notice the long line of Eddie’s legs where he’s leaning against the table, not quite sitting on it. He tries not to think about that soft curl, the one that makes an appearance more often than not these days, the one that rests against his forehead. He wants—he doesn’t—Eddie’s not—

Buck stands abruptly, except Eddie never did take more than a step back and now they’re practically nose to nose and Buck isn’t sure if he’s still breathing. Eddie’s head tips to the side and Buck—there’s not a thing he can do to stop the freight train that is his imagination, and oh, he can see it. He can feel it.

All at once he’s sure that if Eddie Diaz were to lean in and kiss him—right now, or a year from now, or a decade—if Eddie kissed him, Buck would be ruined in every sense of the word. He’d never be able to kiss another person without seeing Eddie, feeling Eddie, tasting Eddie and—

He wouldn’t want to.

Buck takes a stumbling step back and knocks into his chair, making it clatter the same way Tommy’s had. And fuck, for a second he didn’t even—

“Buck?” Eddie asks, all concern and kindness and wide brown eyes.

“Fine!” Buck says. “I’m fine. You—you, uh—do you want—” Me? Us? Something terrifying and perfect and permanent and “—water?”

Eddie’s brows knit together. “Sure,” he says. “But sit back down. Let me get it.”

“Okay,” Buck breathes. He sinks into his chair.

Eddie grabs two glasses out of his cabinet without even pausing to think and fills them with the Brita he already knew was in Buck’s fridge and snags a coaster that he bought before placing one of the glasses in front of Buck.

“Seriously,” he says, settling into the chair closest to him and leaning forward, “are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Buck says, and he’s honest to god not even sure if he’s lying.

[pathologicalreid]

Can I please request protective Spencer x BAU!Reader who get "lightly" hurt or put in danger bc SWAT or local police made a mistake, and Spencer goes OFF on them. Hotch or Rossi have to calm him down because no one but the BAU knows theyre dating. I'd love to see protective Spencer if possible :)

no sign of danger | S.R.

when SWAT makes a mistake that puts you in danger, your boyfriend is... displeased

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: flangst content warnings: bloody nose, concussion, split lip, blood, mild violence. spencer reid says the f word. word count: 1.58k a/n: anon, not to be dramatic but something about writing this changed my brain chemistry. thank you for requesting!!! i hope you like it!

The time between arriving at a scene and when SWAT cleared the building was almost always intolerable. There were too many variables at play. It made you uneasy.

So, you waited, leaning on the side of an SUV with your Kevlar already strapped on, you turned to look at Hotch, “We’ve got an audience.”

Breadcrumbs that Garcia had picked up led the team to a house in a small town in Arizona. Unfortunately, the FBI garnered a lot of attention, and neighbors were starting to gather around the house. Hotch nodded, “Reid, JJ, work with the locals on crowd control, and make sure no one is recording. The last thing we need is for the news crews to show up.”

You offered Spencer a small smile as he turned to follow the blond to the barrier. He waved behind his back as he walked away.

Chuckling from right next to you got your attention, just to see Morgan shaking his head, “You two have it so bad.”

“I like to think we have it good, actually,” you said, flushing slightly. The teasing came with the territory, dating within the BAU meant never knowing a moment of peace – especially with Derek Morgan around.

There wasn’t an opportunity for him to respond, because as soon as he opened his mouth, your radio buzzed to life in your ear, “Building is clear. No sign of danger.” At the sound of the SWAT commander’s voice, you and Morgan surged forward to enter the building, Emily and Hotch following close behind.

Behind you, Hotch cleared his throat, “Morgan, Y/L/N, take the two rooms in the back, we’ll take the front.”

Nodding at your orders, you and Morgan walked past the staircase and to the opposite end of the house, where the kitchen and the den were. “This place looks like it’s been abandoned,” you thought aloud, dragging your index finger along the kitchen counter, and cringing when it came back covered in dust.

As you wiped your hand on your jeans, you looked up to see Morgan sorting through a vinyl record collection. “You’re right. It doesn’t look like anyone’s even entered this house in years.”

You hummed, opening the first cabinet you saw, wrinkling your nose at the discovery that the house also smelled like it had been abandoned. As you went to close the cabinet, the one below you swung open, the force of the doors almost knocking you to the ground.

Stumbling back, you saw a flash of hands before you were slammed into the refrigerator behind you. Immediately, you dropped to the floor, watching as Morgan tackled the guy and shouted for Hotch and Prentiss.

“We need an ambulance, Y/N’s down,” Emily spoke urgently into her radio while Morgan cuffed your attacker.

You winced at the way the radio buzzed in your ear; the way Emily’s voice echoed combined with the throbbing pain in your head made you nauseous. “What do you mean ‘Y/N’s down’?” Spencer’s voice rang through the radios, prompting you to haphazardly yank the coiled wire from your ear.

Everything sounded like you were underwater, Emily and Hotch asked you questions as the fog cleared from your head, “You’re bleeding,” Emily said, there was a worried look in her eyes.

Hesitantly, you pulled your hand from your face, just to see it covered in blood. You weren’t even sure how long you had been holding your hand to your face. “Can you stand?” Hotch asked you, his tone was concerned, but there was something else buried within it.

Nodding slowly, both of them helped you stand. Emily hooked an arm through yours when you stumbled slightly, she led you out of the house and to the ambulance. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Morgan place his hand atop your attacker’s head, protecting it from the top of the police cruiser.

As soon as you sat down on the back of the ambulance, an EMT handed you a towel to hold to your nose. Your eyes flittered up to see Spencer approaching the ambulance, but to your surprise, he turned at the last moment and faced down the SWAT commander. “What happened in there?” He asked, his tone wholly accusatory.

“It looks like the person of interest was hiding in the kitchen when your team entered,” Commander Polk answered, obviously thinking Spencer was just asking for a sort of status report.

Spencer shook his head, “We’re hunting for a serial killer, and you had the audacity to miss the presence of an entire person?” He asked incredulously, “Did you even clear the kitchen?” He pointed in the direction of the house, where Rossi and JJ were now entering to look around more.

The SWAT commander faltered for a moment, “Someone did, but it wasn’t me personally.”

You winced as the EMT prodded at your face, surmising that your nose wasn’t broken, just bleeding badly as a result of the blunt force of the refrigerator. She pulled your hand from your face so she could inspect for any further damage. You opened your mouth to talk, but the EMT was quick to stop you, “You shouldn’t talk, not until we can look at the cut on your lip.”

While the EMTs got more supplies out, Emily helped you take off your Kevlar vest, undoing the Velcro for you and gently tugging it off. The entire front of it was covered in blood, you winced at the sight of the now-red letters.

“You need to figure out whoever checked the kitchen and make sure they know what they’re doing,” Spencer said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Commander Polk’s demeanor instantly changed, “I assure you, agent, we take training our team very seriously. This was just a mistake.”

Even from this distance, you saw Spencer roll his eyes. “First of all, it’s doctor,” he corrected – at which you rolled your eyes. “Second of all, of course, you take training seriously, it’s mandated by the federal government. This was a mistake, a mistake that ended in the injury of a federal agent,” you looked from Hotch to Spencer, hoping your unit chief would do something before Spencer got punched by the SWAT commander. “SWAT making mistakes gets other law enforcement officers killed,” he continued.

“What’s your point, doctor?” The commander asked.

Spencer cleared his throat, “I’m saying you’re fucking lucky she didn’t get killed, or else-“

“Reid!” Hotch called, stalking over to where your boyfriend was nearly getting into a fistfight with SWAT. He muttered something unintelligible to Polk before dragging Spencer away by the elbow, “What was that?”

Your boyfriend threw his hands up in the air, “He needed to be made aware of their mistake.”

Sternly, your unit chief shook his head, “They are aware, Reid, and I assure you I’m not going to drop it and there will be an internal investigation into what went wrong.” He raised his eyebrows, “That being said, it’s not your job to take care of mistakes made by other people.”

“No,” Spencer agreed, “but it is my job to take care of her,” he said, gesturing over to where you were sitting in the back of the ambulance.

Hotch pointed around to the locals and other SWAT members, “They don’t know that, Reid.” He whispered, keeping his voice down so he didn’t expose your relationship to everyone in the Arizona town. “Let me take care of it,” was his final statement before he walked back to Commander Polk.

Shoving his hands in his pockets, Spencer spun around and finally walked over to you. Emily nodded at you before stepping away, “Are you alright?” He asked.

You flashed him a thumbs up, gesturing toward the EMT, who answered for you, “We just glued the gash on her lip, so she can’t really talk right now. She’ll be fine though, maybe a small scar, if anything.”

“Good,” Spencer said, ambling over and taking a seat next to you. “I was so worried about you,” he murmured, and you watched as he restrained himself from touching you.

Humming, you leaned into him for just a moment. Your movement was intentional, but it was quick enough that any passersby would assume you were just unsteady.

The EMTs left once the glue on your lip dried, directing you to ice it periodically to help with swelling and handing you care instructions.

You were left with a mild concussion, a split lip, and ruined clothes. All things considered, you felt like you were pretty lucky. The rest of the team piled into the SUVs, you and Spencer sitting in the back of one with Hotch at the helm and Emily in the passenger seat. “Who knew Reid had it in him?” Emily wondered aloud, eliciting a small laugh from you.

“I can’t believe you almost got into a physical fight with SWAT over a split lip and concussion,” you said, smiling slightly, but stopping as you felt the glue on your lip tugging.

Spencer rolled his eyes, “It wasn’t over the split lip and concussion, it was over the abhorrent display of-“

“Reid,” Hotch said in his no-nonsense tone.

Your boyfriend slouched back in his seat, “So, maybe it was over the split lip and concussion.”

Closing your eyes, you reached over the middle seat and took his hand in yours, “Thanks, Spence.” You whispered so that only he could hear, leaning over the gap between you and setting your head on his shoulder.

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[firewasabeast]

prompt: buck gets hurt at a scene due to gerrard. tommy is working ground ops and becomes livid with gerrard. maybe someone has to pull tommy off of him! anyway, buck ends up finding it hot.

“In one word, how would you describe Tommy?”

“Uh... cool.”

“Firefighter Buckley! E- Evan! Evan! Do you copy?!” His heart was racing. He could feel it pounding in his ears.

He didn't wait long for a response. Didn't go back for his helmet or his oxygen. He just ran. He ran past the rest of the 118, who yelled at him to wait. He tore loose of the grasp that Eddie had on him for a brief second. He ignored the way his eyes started to burn before he even got in the building. He gasped and choked against the dryness in his throat as soon as he was inside.

He only had to take a few steps in when he was stopped by a caved in ceiling that blocked any path. That didn't matter anyway, because somewhere underneath the ceiling was Evan.

Evan, who shouldn't have been in the building anyway.

Evan, who had yelled over the radio that he could hear the structure beginning to collapse.

Evan, who cut out before he could finish relaying the information because the ceiling fell on top of him.

He was under there somewhere.

And Tommy was going to dig him out or die trying.

He wasn't alone. He knew that. He could hear familiar voices around him. They were yelling, calling out to Buck, tossing away debris. Tommy knew they were trying to help, but it wasn't fast enough.

It wasn't enough.

It wasn't enough.

It wasn't enough!

“Evan!” He screamed over the sounds of the creaking building all around him. His throat felt like it was on fire.

He didn't care.

“Evan! Evan, where are you?! Make a sound!”

What about you? One word to describe Tommy.”

“Hm... I'll go with stoic.”

He could hear a different voice over the radio. The voice of a man he hated.

“118, evacuate immediately! You're disobeying a direct order!”

He was the reason they were having to dig for Evan right now. The building had been evacuated. All personnel had been accounted for. Except Gerrard decided he didn't agree with the head count. He didn't believe that everyone had gotten out. Swore he saw movement inside.

It didn't take much to convince Buck. If he thought someone was still in danger, he was going to go back in and rescue them.

It's what any of them would have done.

But Buck had been Gerrard's target.

There wasn't anyone else in the building. A part of Tommy wondered if Gerrard had actually seen anything at all.

No one else knew that Buck had gone back in at the time. They were all busy tending to the wounded or working on stabilizing the fire. It wasn't until his voice came over the radio that they learned he was inside. And then the roof came crashing down.

“I repeat, get your asses out now! We'll begin a recovery mission when the fire is completely out.”

Recovery... not rescue.

Tommy ripped the radio off of him and slung it across the room. It didn't matter that the others still had their radios on. That Gerrard's voice was still echoing through the smoke-filled space. It wasn't right in his ear anymore, so he could concentrate on what mattered.

He continued digging so vigorously that he was gasping and panting for breath. He could hear the wheezing escaping him. His muscles ached and sweat dripped into his eyes.

He kept going anyway. Nothing would stop him.

“Your turn.”

“These games are hard.”

“They're not games, they're personality tests. I wanna see how right we are. Now, one word. Tommy. Go.”

“Ugh! Fine. He's adaptable.”

Tommy tossed more and more pieces of rubble away until he hit something that was not part of the roof.

It was a shoe.

Or a boot, to be more accurate.

Evan.

“Evan!” he yelled. “Hey, I- I got something! Over here! Help!” He continued digging to get to Evan as the rest of the 118 came over to help.

“Come on, Evan. Move! We've got you, we've got you.”

Evan didn't move.

He didn't move when they got the last of the debris off of him.

Didn't move when they pulled off his helmet and mask to check for a pulse.

Didn't move when Chimney looked over at Hen and shook his head.

“We've gotta get him out of here!” Chimney yelled. Before they could get into position to lift him together, Tommy was reaching under his knees and arms, hoisting him up and carrying his lifeless body out of the building.

He ran until he made it outside, then carefully laid Evan on the ground and began chest compressions. He wasn't sure how quickly he moved, but it took a few seconds for the group to catch up to him. “Come on, Evan!” Tommy yelled as he counted. “Come on, Baby! Breathe, Evan! Breathe!”

He felt hands on his shoulders, someone- Chimney, he thinks- was telling him to stop. To let them take over.

He kept going.

“Breathe, Baby, just breathe!”

“Now you.”

“I'd say calm under pressure.”

“That is not one word.”

“Okay, so one word for calm under pressure then.”

“Composed?”

“That'll do.”

“You know, calm works too, guys.”

“Please, Evan!”

Suddenly, arms were wrapping around him, pulling him off of Evan before he could try to fight back or protest.

He jerked away from the hold, twisting to see it was Eddie. “What the hell are you doing?!” he yelled.

“They've got it, Tommy,” he replied, his own voice shaking with worry. “Let them handle it.”

He turned back around to see Chimney and Hen working on Evan. They had already torn his shirt and had him ready to be shocked.

Tommy moved beside him, kneeled down and got as close as he could without touching him. “Evan, you gotta breathe. Please, just breathe.”

As soon as he was shocked, the monitor came to life. “I got a pulse!” Chimney exclaimed. “Let's get him ready for transport.”

Tommy thought that would be the moment his own breath would come back to him. He thought that's when he'd feel joy and relief.

He didn't.

As they got Evan ready to go to the hospital, Tommy's gaze drifted up.

Right to Gerrard.

He could feel his blood boiling. A rage like he'd never felt before seeping through every pore in his body. He didn't listen as Eddie came up beside him, telling him he needed to go to the hospital and get checked out too.

He breezed right past him. His pace quickened the closer he got to Gerrard. Before he knew it, he was standing in front of the man, and his arm was going back, then making direct contact with Gerrard's nose. “You son of a bitch!” Tommy yelled as Gerrard stumbled backwards. He brought both hands to his face, blood seeping out between his fingers.

Tommy didn't care. He took another step and grabbed onto Gerrard's turnouts. “You sent him in to die!” he shouted as he shoved him against a firetruck.

“I'll have your job, Kinard!”

“You won't get the chance.” The words came out in a growl. It wasn't a threat, but a promise. He didn't care what happened to him in that moment, as long as Gerrard could never hurt another person again. His arm went back, but this time he had people grabbing onto him and pushing him away.

“He's not worth it, Man!” Eddie yelled. Holding his arms out between Gerrard and Tommy to keep them apart. “He's not worth it. Go be with Buck.” Eddie pointed back to the ambulance, which was seconds away from leaving for the hospital. “Go!” he demanded.

“If something happens to him,” Tommy warned, staring Gerrard down, “I will kill you.”

“Tommy!” Eddie yelled. “Go!”

With a final glare, Tommy turned, running for the ambulance.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“One word. How would you describe me?”

“One word isn't enough.”

“It's all you've got.”

“Then... Loving. No! Caring. No! Affectionate. Wait-”

“Evan.”

“This is hard!”

“Gotta pick one, Babe.”

“Fine. I think, loyal. Yeah, that's a good one. You're loyal.”

There were two very uneasy days in the hospital before Buck woke up.

Tommy wasn't there when it happened. He'd been at the hospital for forty hours straight when Maddie demanded he go home, shower, and eat something before he came back.

He had just stepped out of the shower when he got a text from Maddie saying he was awake and alert.

He'd never gotten dressed so fast in his life.

His hair was still a mess of wet curls when he raced back into the hospital. It wasn't until he walked into the room and saw that Evan was sitting up with a pudding cup in hand that he finally felt okay again.

“Hi,” he breathed out, his shoulders relaxing.

Evan smiled at him, setting the pudding cup on the tray table. “Hi yourself.”

Tommy didn't notice Maddie in the room. Didn't realize Eddie was there either. He simply walked over to Evan and sat beside him on the bed, cupping his face in his hands and leaning in for a kiss.

He tasted like chocolate pudding.

It was wonderful.

“We're, uh, we're gonna give you two a minute,” Maddie said, getting up from her chair. She and Eddie snuck out before Tommy pulled back from the kiss.

“I was so worried about you.” Tommy's eyes wandered over Evan's body. A fear that something else might be wrong. Something the doctors didn't notice while Evan was unconscious. “How are you feeling? I wanted to be here when you woke up but your sister made me leave.”

Evan took Tommy's hand in his, holding on tight. “I'm okay, Tommy. I promise. Maddie, um, she told me she had to basically force you out of here.”

Tommy huffed out a laugh. “She threatened to have me committed if I didn't go home.”

Evan lifted his free hand and ran it through Tommy's hair. “I've never seen you leave the house with your curls before.”

Tommy shrugged. “You're more important.”

Buck couldn't help the blush that rose on his cheeks. “I- I heard, um, from Eddie that you... you defended my honor at the scene.”

Tommy shook his head. “You don't need anyone to defend your honor, Evan. I did go a little crazy though.”

“But you won't lose your job, right?”

“Got two week's paid suspension, and I have to go to anger management, but I think Gerrard is the one at risk of losing it all. Apparently I had a lot of people backing me up. Him, not so much.”

Evan nodded. “Good. Now kiss me again.”

Tommy smiled, his face scrunching up tight as he leaned in for another kiss. It was more chaste than the last, but filled with just as much love.

“Can I tell you something?” Buck asked in a near whisper once they had parted.

“Of course.”

“When Eddie was telling me what you did, I- I...” He broke eye contact, pursing his lips as he fiddled with the sheet draped over his waist. “I thought it was really hot.”

Tommy's eyebrows rose. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Tommy placed his fingers under Evan's chin, lifting his head until their eyes met. “I'm sure someone got it on video,” he said, eyes going dark. “Could probably get you a copy.”

Evan took a deep breath. He knew his heart rate monitor had to be going crazy right now. “I love you, Tommy,” he said, grabbing onto Tommy's shirt and dragging him in for another kiss.

Tommy stopped as his lips ghosted over Evan's. “I love you more.”

“You've gotta pick one for yourself now.”

“Oh God. Sarcastic.”

“Uh-uh. Won't accept it.”

“What?! You can't deny my word for me!”

“I can and I will. Say something positive.”

“Sarcastic can be positive. It won you over.”

“Tommy.”

They were quite for a moment, then Evan glanced up from his paper to see Tommy watching him closely.

“Why are you staring like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you're in love with me.”

“I am in love with you.”

“Ugh! Tommy, pick a word.”

“Okay, fine. Um, Protective. I'm very protective.”

[mywritingonlyfans]

Rapture. // Cillian Murphy X Reader. (Smut!)

prompt: You're younger, and love partnered with Cillian in filming a movie. He's developed certain feelings for you and finding himself struggling with them recently, until things get worse with the idea of a sex scene being added to the script. (age gap, wax play and some other sex stuff)

words: 4,3K.

He had received the script update that morning, and as he saw your eyes shift away from him during casual conversations before rehearsals, he knew you had read the new scenes. Both of you were aware of the possibility of that much-discussed sex scene that the director was considering adding. However, neither of you had imagined how it would play out, and the thought of being partially undressed in front of each other felt somewhat odd. Still, Cillian couldn't help but envision the words he had read earlier that morning coming to life in just a few weeks' time.

Now, you were sitting across from him, wearing a loose blouse and comfortable shorts, with your legs crossed. Your fingers tapped lightly on the script as you read your lines. As the others left the room, he realized that your nervousness wasn't about needing to rehearse in a few minutes, but about him being there. Cillian had initially dismissed his thoughts about you, attributing them to the recent divorce he was going through. However, he soon realized that these feelings were more than just passing thoughts.

He had already developed a pure and genuine admiration for you. He found himself lost in daydreams of conversations you could have, where he could rest your head on his chest and kiss your forehead, assuring you that everything was alright. Just as he found himself reliving the moments when you would get excited and talkative about the books you were reading after he mentioned that he had already read them. Each time you passionately shared your thoughts and enthusiasm for the stories, he couldn't help but be captivated by your animated expressions. The way your eyes would light up, the gestures you made, and the genuine joy in your voice made him smile, even long after the conversations had ended.

Yet, your expressions, your smiles, and your worries were too precious for him, but he reminded himself daily that such feelings were wrong, even though he couldn't stop them from growing.

What used to be harmless had taken a different turn after those new scenes were added to your interactions. Reading the scene had been somewhat painful, but seeing you there in person made it even more overwhelming (though not necessarily bad). The room was small, with scented candles around, something the director believed would help the actors feel at ease, though that wasn't the result Cillian was experiencing. He was practically lying in front of you, trying to make himself comfortable, avoiding looking into your eyes, though he hadn't noticed that his hands were sweaty and his breathing was heavier.

Still, he mustered the courage to gaze at you for a brief moment, trying to keep his thoughts from spiraling. "You've read it, haven't you? How do you feel?" Your nervous laughter was adorable, and your hands tightened around the script, making him notice how delicate and smaller they were compared to his own. "Yeah, I read it," your voice sounded weak, and he waited for your prolonged sigh before you continued. "I've never done something like this before, not even in theater." His face turned red, and he tried to comfort you with just a look. Touching you at this moment felt like a terrible idea, but he still did it, sitting next to you, making sure his shoulder touched yours. Contrary to what he thought, you seemed to relax at the contact, appearing more relieved. "It must be strange having to do this scene with me, given that I have no experience. Sometimes I feel like I'm not bringing positive results to your work." He immediately shook his head, hating it when you belittled yourself. You were incredibly talented.

Still, he lingered on those words. How inexperienced were you really? He had to control himself not to sound breathless as he continued, "You actually make it more enjoyable, and it'll be fine. If you agree, we can go through the lines before filming the scene. And if there's anything I can do to make you feel more at ease with this or anything else, I'll be right here." You turned to him, your angelic face now less worried, and nodded, unsure of what to say. There was a comfortable silence, and Cillian found himself smiling with closed eyes. Stopping these thoughts might be better, but they were inevitable. All he could do was wait and deal with it when the time came, even if there were more scenes after this, as well as marketing and interviews after all the filming...

...

He woke up feeling hot, drops of sweat on his temples and his chest damp. His mouth was dry, and his mind was still on your slightly parted lips, imagining how they would grow wetter as you felt him on your skin the previous night. He felt tight in his shorts, and your scent near him caused a pounding in his head. You were peacefully asleep as if you had never given yourself to him, as if you hadn't suggested adding more intensity to your lovemaking after exhausting all your muscles and neurons together. He hugged your body tighter, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer against him. You snuggled into him, and he brushed your hair away from your face and neck, kissing the spot with caution, yet urgency, until you slowly woke up and reciprocated. Your touch was delicate and gentle, just as he had fantasized before, and it fed his mind entirely.

And you felt like you could still taste yourself on him as he intensified the kisses, and your control was slipping away with each firm squeeze he gave your hips and how solidly hard he was against you. Cillian was aware that you enjoyed it—the marks left, the momentary pain when he bit your thigh, and the darker hues that you hid the next day from the intense way he kissed your breasts while you rode him. Your serene eyes and slightly parted lips showed calm facial expressions, and you found yourself surrendering to him fully. Despite no apparent reason except him being older than you, and even though it might be considered inappropriate, he found himself enjoying the thought while your features became even more devoted.

He unbuttoned your last buttons, leaving his hands free to explore every inch of you, and smiled at your soft moan when his fingers touched the marks under your breast. He kissed the spot, running his tongue over the sensitive skin, and grunted at your soft whimper. Your head was buried deep in the pillow, and Cillian didn't hesitate to position himself so he had a full view of you.

"I have an idea, I think you'll like it," he whispered, out of breath, and you chuckled in response. The room was still dark, far from dawn, and the only illumination came from the scented candles you kept on the nightstand to create a soothing sleeping environment. He had them well-reserved in his mind at the moment.

"Can I hear it first, sir?" you asked curiously, completely surrendering to this. Cillian loved how you trusted him without even needing to hesitate, even though there was no apparent reason to trust him other than him being older than you, and even though it might be considered inappropriate. He found himself enjoying that thought as your features became even more devoted. He nodded and unbuttoned your last buttons, leaving his hands free to explore every inch of you, smiling at your soft moan when his fingers touched the marks under your breast. He kissed the spot, running his tongue over the sensitive skin, and grunted at your soft whimper. Your head was buried deep in the pillow, and Cillian didn't hesitate to position himself so he had a full view of you.

"I'll try it, and you'll tell me if it's not okay, alright?" You were a bit whiny and clearly still sensitive from the previous hours, and he loved that. Your gaze was satisfied, and your muscles visibly relaxed; he loved the effect he had on you. You nodded, "I'm okay, Cill." Your hands went to his hair as he moved to your collarbone, showering it with kisses, bites, sucks, and eventually, firm grips. He could taste the flavor of your moans and cries on the tip of his tongue.

 Something about it felt so real it burned in him. The recorded scene of the film was recurrent and he was there confirming the perfection of what he had seen before.

He enjoyed the way you let him do whatever he wanted with you, how it consumed his mind and forced him to maintain control, not to go too far with you. The knowledge that no one had touched you before, tasted you, or marked you in such an intense way only heightened everything further. His teeth chattered, and his knees felt weak at what was to come.

Pulling away, he gracefully tugged on your hair, and his chest was filled with your half-closed, half-tired gaze that seemed to pierce him. He rubbed against the sheets beneath him, feeling sore just from the thought alone, and you chuckled sweetly. His head swirled, and he leaned over and grasped the candle holder, his fingertips briefly turning red from the heat. You paid more attention, adjusting yourself on the pillow, but he disapproved, "You don't need to do that; I want you to relax like before, princess. Just focus on emptying your mind, lie down and be cute."

You did nothing but nod and return to your previous position, but this time letting your body go limp wasn't so easy. You could feel how wet you were from the mere thought of what had already corrupted your mind. Still between your legs, Cillian caressed the inside of your thigh, and you realized you had closed them; your mind was cluttered and hard to control. You spread them apart, leaving no room for ambiguity, making it clear that you didn't want him to hold back with whatever this was. He positioned himself better between you, allowing you to feel how heavy he was even with layers of fabric between you—his shorts and your panties. You could swear you already had a wet spot in yours. Your chest was desperate, rising up and falling down slowly, and Cillian couldn't look at you without wiping the satisfied smile off his face. 

He raised the candle holder, and you could feel the heat on your breasts, your nipples excited by the sensation. The flicker of the fire was reflected in his eyes, and your lips pressed firmly together. You stifled a whimper, but couldn't hold back the whining when the wax dripped onto your sensitive skin that had already been exhausted by him. "I want to hear you, don't hold back," his high-pitched voice with a serious expression, his lines well-defined from how focused he was, left you dazed, and you needed to grind against him strongly, causing both of you to grunt and release the air from your lungs. He was happy with this, happy that you were desperate and that he was causing you some pain.

Cillian lifted the candle again and watched the droplets of wax fall onto you, tracing a line from the center of your breasts to your lower belly. Compared to his, your face was angelic with each movement, the soft moans leaving your expression even more inviting as you felt small in front of him. Your stomach clenched, and your face displayed a mixture of pain along with soft, adorable moans that made him want to explode. His hands trembled, and he had to focus hard not to finish right then and there and be done with it.

"Fuck, pumpkin, you look so good," and you enjoyed how seeing you like this had that effect on him. Your eyes closed, and everything felt intensified; your hips involuntarily spasmed against his, but it was a futile act. He audibly laughed from time to time, sweet and mature yet perverse, as if to make it clear how satisfying this was for him, and it left you completely dizzy and longing for more. He peeled off some hardened wax from your skin, admiring the marks it had left, and after massaging the area for a while he allowed the liquid to accumulate as it burned, running his tongue over the area and sucking the skin to him.

Your nails dug into his shoulder with enough force to leave crescent moons, and he let go, his teeth clearly imprinted on your skin, your fervor only making him more determined. He ran his thumb over the spot that would later be darkened and poured the excess of wax into you. Your legs tightened around him, and your hands grasped the sheets, tears welling up in your eyes, and your whimpering was soft but pleading, not exactly knowing what plea was being conveyed through it all. "Fuck, Cill, fuck, fuck," you tried hard for some relief. He halted his movements, forcing your legs to stop and holding your arms down to the mattress. He was delicate yet firm, just as you needed. You had a safe word; he knew you were okay, you were just trying to get his attention.

The holder, with the candle still burning, was now beside the sheets next to you. "Look at me, babygirl." You swallowed hard, tears streaming down the sides of your face. "Let's be good and not knock over the candle," he said firmly and clearly, and you nodded in pure eagerness, watching his well-defined and prominent muscles due to the force with which he was holding you. He kissed your face, wiping away the salty dampness, then moved to your mouth, which you wisely captured in a somewhat desperate act. He pulled away slowly, a thin trail of saliva connecting you both and slowly fading away.

He chuckled, and with no more, held your jaw and used his thumb to make you open your lips for him, sealing them with his, and soon you felt the buildup in you, and with a fuller sigh, you swallowed his breath over the messy kisses, feeling somewhat comforted. He caressed your cheek with his fingers, studying you, and you stuck your teeth into them, still trying not to move too much and be good. It was obvious you were struggling with this task. "It's good, Cill, I don't mind." He continued with more kisses and wet bites on your body, tightly gripping the open bars of your shirt with a gentle yet firm grip, almost causing your back to lift slightly off the mattress in need of him. It wasn't hard to tell you were younger, just looking at your genuine eyes was enough, and the reminder of that, that it was wrong in a way, made him want more of it all.

"Stay still, or we won't get anywhere, pumpkin," he said, and indeed you had forgotten about the candle by your side. You couldn't and wouldn't let it fall. He still sensed your scent so prominently on you, a lingering blend of sweat from the night before. Dry droplets adorned your panties, and a damp spot in the center was visibly apparent; it was adorable in his eyes. He kissed the area, gently brushing his nose against it, and you let out a graceful sigh. And once again, he found himself immersed in the feeling of having you like this, a sensation that was exclusively his. No one else had the privilege.

Unable to hold back any longer, Cillian pushed the thin fabric down and traced his tongue through you. He was familiar with it, but each time he tasted you, it fueled him with more energy. He didn't need to go too deep; you were already sticky enough, and yet clearly sensitive, a delightful mess nonetheless. Cillian pushed your swollen lips up, reaching your intended spot, and he licked it avidly. You gasped, your fists clenching the sheets. He blew on the spot and sucked on it for his own pure pleasure; he loved how the smell and taste lingered vividly in his mind afterward. However, he knew neither of you could last much longer in this way, and it wasn't how he wanted to end things.

He tightened his fingers on your thighs, using more of you, already feeling his chin and cheeks sticky from you. Reluctantly, he withdrew, mesmerized by how your essence still overflowed his mouth as he swallowed deeply, seeking oxygen. Your whimpering turned more pleading and disapproving, and he understood; he felt the same way, sore and neglected, begging for any hint of relief.

"I'm being good, Cill." Your eyes were wide open as you pleaded your case. He nodded, wiping the corners of his mouth with his fingers and still licking them to avoid any waste. It only quickened your breathing, and he felt a twinge of pity.

"You are, babygirl, you're being wonderful." He massaged his fingertips into you, spreading the burning sensation. You wouldn't be able to stay still even if you wanted to.

"You're okay, right?" he asked, pushing his fingers in slowly and deftly to fill you, watching your eyes squeeze shut tightly and your back arching a little.

"I am. I'd tell you if I weren't," you sounded weak, with sweat glistening on your forehead. It wasn't a very convincing vision, but Cillian trusted that you'd speak up if something was wrong. He moved his fingers until you got accustomed to the feeling and relaxed, making sure you wouldn't have any trouble taking him after. But you were so wet that he knew you could handle him easily even without much stretching. He made a mental note to try that later.

He pulled his fingers away, his hand sticky and wet from the excess that had dribbled, his mind taken by you, all the positions, and possibilities.

"No waste, remember?" You recalled something he had told you. Soon, your hands were around his wrist, and he didn't hesitate to let you take his fingers into your mouth, enveloping them and sucking on your sweet flavor, your eyes closing as he savored the sensation only he could describe. Your touch of sweetness and genuineness taking him over completely.

"Enough," he declared, pulling them away from you, leaving you with sad, pleading eyes. You could easily be death of him if you wanted.

You felt a bit hazy, things moving fast but still light, and surprisingly comforting after just waking up. You couldn't say when or how, but as you shifted slightly in bed and your eyes met his, he had already managed to shed his shorts. He was pulsating; he wouldn't last much longer, and you could tell he had held back for quite some time until then.

"I love how you look," he chuckled, smugness evident. His cheeks and the tip of his nose were flushed from the stress. His hair, with some strands of gray, fell over his face, and before you could brush it away, he held your arms again. You gasped, hesitating, and he forced your body onto the mattress, his weight and legs spreading yours apart. Lightly, he closed the gap between you, then settled inside you. As he had imagined, he slid in skillfully. Your head was thrown back, and you felt complete ecstasy just from finally having him after such a wait, even though it burned, and Cillian didn't feel much different.

His grunts were deep, and it made you even more flustered and messy for him. He rose, still dripping from your body, holding the candle holder. Even though he hadn't planned to tease since he was just as eager, he proceeded anyway. His hand rested on your waist, and without moving, he allowed you to ride him slowly with lazy thrusts to get what you wanted. You were shy, and your movements were as delicate as your body, adjusting to his as if you couldn't let him know. Soon he would be emptying himself inside you, deep, and that made him pant. In the meantime, he measured the droplets of wax over your belly and breasts, watching in awe as your body trembled from exhaustion.

Your moans were mostly breathless tones, and your mouth remained partially open. Your eyes never left him, of how his v-line joined yours as he filled you perfectly, until all the air left your lungs. He let a few drops fall on his own abdomen, grunting hoarsely at the warmth of him, and he smiled sweetly as your hips stopped their motion, and you focused solely on watching him.

Cillian paused, gently placing the candle holder back on the nightstand, and he tenderly turned you over onto your belly on the bed. You complied with grace, leaning forward to be closer to him, not holding back your affection. He cradled you, running his fingers through your hair, and his body welcomed yours against his chest. With utmost care, he joined with you, moving deep and fervently, his movements filled with passion, turning your whimpers into soft moans of pleasure.

The sight of you brought him immense joy, and he cherished the intimacy you shared. He was overwhelmed by the depth of his feelings for you, and he wanted nothing more than to fill you up warmly. He knew he had to be gentle, to ensure your comfort, and to respect your boundaries. Even more knowing you weren't used to that.

With each tender touch, he felt the connection between you both, savoring the moments of ecstasy that flowed between your bodies. He marveled at the depth of your trust in him, and he felt an overwhelming desire for more and more of you.

As he continued, he held you close, your hands seeking his to anchor you in the intensity of the experience. The room was filled with the sweet sounds of your pleasure, and he was enthralled by the way your body responded to his touch.

He adored every moment, every caress, and every gasp that escaped your lips. As your passion reached its peak, he held you tightly, ensuring you felt safe and into his arms. Your shared climax made him dizzy, leaving you both breathless and content.

Afterwards, he stroked your back, waist, and shoulders, reveling in the intimacy you had just shared. He admired the marks and traces left on your body.

"I treasure every moment with you," he whispered, his voice filled with adoration and a strong accent.

You smiled softly, feeling the warmth of him envelop you. His presence brought you comfort and peace, and you knew that you were deeply his.

With a caring touch, he wiped away the traces of passion from your lips, and you savored the lingering taste of him on your tongue.  You nestled even closer to him, and he let you, holding you tighter. You could still feel him oozing between your legs, the liquid turning cold, tingling a little from the soreness, but it felt great. You knew he would treat you like precious pearls, bathing you and leaving you clean before you went to sleep, and that was comforting.

"I'd never let a single drop go to waste," you said, your voice filled with sincerity. Your eyes are genuine and serene as you watch him, as if you really had no dimension to it. And then, you got filled into his solemn and comforting laughter at your fragile soul causing a pleasant vibration in your body.

...

His eyes opened as if breaking free from a suffocating hold, his head emerging above water, and oxygen flooding back into his lungs. Nevertheless, he remained still, feeling a warm weight on his shoulder and his pants suddenly tighter and less comfortable. Slowly, awareness seeped into his brain, and he became conscious of his surroundings. He felt a sense of worry, unable to move even if he wanted to. Gently, he brushed aside strands of hair from your face without touching your skin, observing how peacefully you rested against him, completely oblivious to his internal turmoil when it came to you.

He gazed at the ceiling, still wrapped in the comfort of your body's warmth against his own. Despite his mind being entangled with images of you, with your hand between your thighs and your cheek pressed against his shoulder, your lips slightly parted and looking so delicate and untouched, he couldn't bring himself to meet your eyes directly anymore. The once sweet thoughts now mingled with wilder and more fervent desires, a concoction of heated emotions that overwhelmed him. He felt like he wouldn't be able to endure all of it until the end. He already felt completely entangled and trapped.

As he lay there, he found himself torn between the conflicting emotions that had taken hold of him. The intensity of his feelings for you had reached a point where he couldn't contain them any longer. It was as if everything had shifted, and what was once a tender connection now burned with a passionate fire. He did desire you and that horrible way, but he had also fallen for you, and it frightened him.

The realization that he had developed such strong emotions for someone so close and yet so out of reach weighed heavily on him. He couldn't help but wonder what would happen if you ever found out, or worse, if he acted on those impulses. He wished he could go back to the simpler times, when he could bask in the innocence of your presence. But it was too late. He had crossed a threshold, and there was no turning back. The feelings were there, tangible and consuming.

On top of it all, the candles still exuded essence as they burned hot and bright before his field of vision.

[rustygem]

hi do you take requests?

if you dont, feel free to ignore, but if you do..

imagine dr ratio having a wife/husband(reader), or lover whatever. they've been married for a long whike now on a really healthy relationship. reader is a opposite to ratio, a calm collected individual who doesn't lash out

but what happens when ratio became so stubborn the reader snaps and calls dr ratio by his full name? especially in front of people?

kinda want to know your perspective and jow you write this

(i love ut writing :3 its still okay to ignore though)

彡prompt: you love dr. ratio, you do. but sometimes he can irritate the shit out of you.

彡warning(s): swearing. sorta angsty, but it’s somehow fluff. probably ooc! ratio?

彡notes: dividers by cafekitsune.

Y’know, usually date nights with a loving partner are supposed to go well. And yours with Veritas did, but only until you two started having a back and forth on paying the tip.

“Veritas, please. It’s only 100 credits.” You pinched your temple. Seriously, the waitress was nice! She wasn’t too pushy, there wasn’t any attitude. One small tip wouldn’t hurt.

“What is there to tip the woman for? For doing her job right?” He crossed his legs. “Darling, you must understand that a waitress who isn’t unbearably contemptible isn’t one deserving of a tip.”

“For fucks sake…she’s gonna come over here in less than five minutes. If you don’t want to pay her, I will.” As soon as you took out your wallet, Veritas just shook his head.

You were endearing and your emotional intelligence was admirable. But for goodness sakes, you seemed just a little too insistent on spending extra credits for somebody just doing their job.

As if it was right on cue, you gave the waitress the bill, along with a 100 credit tip with a smile.

It wasn’t until you stopped the waitress from leaving to give her another 50 credits that Veritas just huffed and snatched the money out of your hands.

“Okay, that’s enough. She doesn’t need anymore money than you gave her.” He put your credits in his wallet, glaring at you. “Don’t be so careless with your credits.”

The nervous waitress looked at him, then at you. Her nerves only increased as she saw your eye twitch.

You raised your voice. “Veritas Ratio, quit being prudish and give her the credits!”

It wasn’t the yelling that made him recoil, it was the anger in your tone and voice. Frustration wasn’t new, but you were actually mad at him.

Noticing the eyes on you, your boyfriend, and the poor…poor waitress, your anger subsided.

“Uh…Please. Please give her the credits.” You spoke softly now, mumbling a softer ‘thanks’ as he handed her the money.

However, the waitress took a deep breath, and spoke up. “I can assure you 100 credits is more than enough for me. But thank you.” The waitress smiled at you and walked off with the check.

You picked at your nails, lip quivering as you thought about what you should say to your boyfriend—who was several steps ahead of you.

Noticing this, he looked at you as he continued walking. “If you feel guilt–ridden because you think you’ve hurt my feelings, then banish the thought immediately.”

You rushed next to him, looking at him with lingering feelings of doubt and regret. “Yeah well, I’m sorry for yelling at you and making a scene.”

God, what’s wrong with me? You thought to yourself.

He frowned, watching tears brim your eyelashes. “It’s not like you weren’t provoked.” He sighed before continuing.

“But, in all honesty sweetheart, I thought you were being too benevolent like always.”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you stared at your shoes.

“Though, your attempt at trying to put me in my place made me reconsider something.” He stopped, eyeing you.

“I considered you to be someone who’s too kind for their own good. That was one of the things I wanted you to work on.”

And you swear you saw him smile for a second. “But, you’re still capable of standing your ground, so perhaps I misjudged. Apologies.”

Embarrassed, you scratched your cheek. “That’s sweet of you, Ver–ow!”

He pinched your cheek with his fingertips. “Though, the next time you want to raise your voice at me, I’d prefer you do it in a more private setting.”

[hockybish]

So I saw Nico (Hischier) wasn’t on your list but I was wondering if you’d consider writing for him? If so could you write something for this prompt: "Did I stutter?"

Thanks!

Yes, I do write for him. I was on mobile trying to update the list and it wasn't looking right at the time, but he's on there now! :)

This is based on a scene from a movie

Enjoy!

It was a typical night out for the guys. They were trying some new place Jack had recommented that had a really good live in house band.

"I bet I could walk out of here with any girl I wanted" Dawson hiccupped into his beer glass.

"If they can understand you" Nico couldn't contain his laughter.

"Oh yeah pretty boy? I bet you couldn't get a girl to sleep with you in less than a minute"

"Hundred buck says I can." Nico added money to the bet. Dawson agreed and they shook on it. He was up for the challenge. He scanned the bar for a pretty girl that would go for him in less a minute.

"Oooo. Can I pick her. Because this had to be challenge and she has to hot and maybe a little out of your league." Jack asked loudly. Nico didn't care, it would be more of a challenge that way.

Jack analyzed all the pretty ladies in the joint. Before landing on one the perfect one. You.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing sitting all alone at the bar? Can I buy you another one of those or something else?" Nico stood behind the pretty girl Jack had challenged him to hook up with.

"No thank you I'm good." You gave him your answer without a hesitation or second thought. You hadn't even looked at him at this point.

"But you don't know what you're missing. I'ma catch." Nico nervously smiled. He didn't think she'd say no.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing sitting all alone at the bar? Can I buy you another one of those or something else?" Nico stood behind the pretty girl Jack had challenged him to hook up with.

"No thank you I'm good." You gave him your answer without a hesitation or second thought. You hadn't even looked at him at this point.

"But you don't know what you're missing. I'ma catch." Nico nervously smiled. He didn't think she'd say no. He didn't know what to do, this was uncharted territory.

"Really? That's what you want to go with? You haven't got anything better?" You finally look at the man and immediately recognized him as New Jersey Devil Captain Nico Hischier.

You quickly looked around to see his other hockey friends watching the two of you very intently. You sigh knowing exactly what this interaction is.

"The way I see it you have two options, I walk out of here and you go back to your little friends with your tail between your legs or we can walk out of here together and we split the money." If he was going to drag you into a bet, you were definitely going to get something out of it. This wasn't going as planned. In fact in was going into uncharted territory

"Did I stutter?" You batted your eyes at the hockey player. Nico stared at you with this mouth wide open, you could literally see the wheels turning in minds. He couldn't function properly.

"How much time do you have left?" The ice in hit your lips as you take a sip from your drink.

"Um ah" Nico quickly looked at his phone. "Like 24 seconds."

"That's not much you know." You start chugging the contents of the glass. You were leaving this bar as soon as time was up whether the cute man came with or not.

"Well?" You stand getting ready to walk away.

Nico pointed his head towards the door, indicating that he wanted to leave. Playing into it you grab ahold of his hand, leading him to the door where your car was waiting for you. You immediately drop his hand once you get there.

"You know that bar Jay's? Its close to arena. Friday night after the game I'll be there. Bring my money." Using the keys you unlock the vehicle.

"You knew who I was this whole time?"

"Of course, I'm not stupid, you're Nico Hischier, captain of your New Jersey Devils." You say in your best annoucer voice.

"And you are?"

"Not important"

"Then how am I going to know it's you?"

"Oh, you'll know" You give him a little wink climbing into your blue car and locking the door as fast as you can so Nico couldn't get in after you. Nico was hot but you weren't really in the mood. Maybe another time.

"I didn't drive here" He tugged on the handle when he couldn't open it.

"Okay and?" You shrug, that wasn't your problem that he came unprepared for being rejected at the last second.

"You do realize I can't go back in there right?"

"That sounds like a you problem" You start to drive off, but suddenly stop and roll down your window. "Friday after the game, don't forget my money!"

"Damn" The captain whispered to himself. He was falling for her already.

"Really? That's what you want to go with? You haven't got anything better?" You finally look at the man and immediately recognized him as New Jersey Devil Captain Nico Hischier.

You quickly looked around to see his other hockey friends watching the two of you very intently. You sigh knowing exactly what this interaction is.

"The way I see it you have two options, I walk out of here and you go back to your little friends with your tail between your legs or we can walk out of here together and we split the money." If he was going to drag you into a bet, you were definitely going to get something out of it. This wasn't going as planned. In fact in was going into uncharted territory

"Did I stutter?" You batted your eyes at the hockey player. Nico stared at you with this mouth wide open, you could literally see the wheels turning in minds. He couldn't function properly.

"How much time do you have left?" The ice in hit your lips as you take a sip from your drink.

"Um ah" Nico quickly looked at his phone. "Like 24 seconds."

"That's not much you know." You start chugging the contents of the glass. You were leaving this bar as soon as time was up whether the cute man came with or not.

"Well?" You stand getting ready to walk away.

Nico pointed his head towards the door, indicating that he wanted to leave. Playing into it you grab ahold of his hand, leading him to the door where your car was waiting for you. You immediately drop his hand once you get there.

"You know that bar Jay's? Its close to arena. Friday night after the game I'll be there. Bring my money." Using the keys you unlock the vehicle.

"You knew who I was this whole time?"

"Of course, I'm not stupid, you're Nico Hischier, captain of your New Jersey Devils." You say in your best annoucer voice.

"And you are?"

"Not important"

"Then how am I going to know it's you?"

"Oh, you'll know" You give him a little wink climbing into your blue car and locking the door as fast as you can so Nico couldn't get in after you. Nico was hot but you weren't really in the mood. Maybe another time.

"I didn't drive here" He tugged on the handle when he couldn't open it.

"Okay and?" You shrug, that wasn't your problem that he came unprepared for being rejected at the last second.

"You do realize I can't go back in there right?"

"That sounds like a you problem" You start to drive off, but suddenly stop and roll down your window. "Friday after the game, don't forget my money!"

"Damn" The captain whispered to himself. He was falling for her already.

Let me know what ya'll think!

[pyschedtrickster]

TADC Ep 2 - Depression and the Meaning of Life

Well, I may or may not be a day late to release of the episode, but I've watched it three times so far and I have some thoughts. Let's get the gritty stuff outta the way.

First of all, The Amazing Digital Circus belongs to @gooseworx and therefore everything I say here is just my personal take on the episode. I could be wrong, talking out my ass, etc. But this episode really spoke to me, so good job Goose.

Secondly, spoilers <3

Third, I think I've written enough that people won't get jumpscared with spoilers. This is gonna be a long read, so bear with me. This post will contain ALL my thoughts on the episode, both meaningful and just silly things I liked.

BUBBLE

So anyone who knows me from Bunnydoll Burrow knows I love Bubble. They're my favorite so far and this episode only cemented that further. They're wonderful comedic relief and even if they don't have any character development (which I don't think they will), I will always love them.

Caine Cares Too Much

While watching this, I was immediately off-put by Caine's reactions, even beginning with him calling Zooble back. He sounds so... dire? I don't know if that was intended to mean something or if it was just to put emphasis on how much Caine cares about his creations. Caine is AI, so world-building is likely his ONLY goal, or his prompt if you will. It wouldn't surprise me if that was why he was so upset by everyone's reactions.

But I can't help but wonder if this will play into his character arc. We understand that Caine is ambiguous right now and there's no real explanation of what his intentions are in the Circus. Something about this just really set me off. It made me feel unsafe in a way as if staying behind would result in danger of some kind. Obviously, it couldn't be that bad, as Zooble did stay behind and turned out fine. Still, I can't shake the feeling that this is foreshadowing.

Zoobie

Hilarious. What a solid nickname, I've seen so many headcanons that Zooble would be a stoner in the real world. This only makes it better. They are now Zoobie in my mind.

Pomni's Child Comment

While I'm sure this was just a silly comment to be made, I kinda liked it. Just a little in-show reminder that through all of this, Pomni is a real, grown-ass woman stuck inside some digital Hell. The whole first episode, we see her wallowing and panicking, justifiably so. Finally, we get to see her grow more serious and stable.

Through the episode, we see more of her being a good character and becoming more at terms with her situation. I'll touch on this more soon.

Gangle

My girl CANNOT catch a break. Gangle is such a funny character and so, so sweet. She's level-headed in my opinion, even through her emotions. She seems to have a good grip on the shit happening around her but has a hard time communicating properly because she has a lot of feelings going on. Me too, honey, me too.

Even in the face of violence, danger, and overall shitfuckery, she doesn't shut down. Sure, she cries. But I've cried plenty of times while still holding the fort down. I think I just relate to her.

Lastly, I NEED to know what this means like I need oxygen.

Government Mandated Shipping

I dunno man, I just really liked this. I'm a shipper at heart. I've been writing fanfic since middle school. I saw pure fanfic material when I watched this scene.

Kinger and Raggs

This scene made me smile. It's a cute nod towards how Kinger is the longest-standing character and, according to some lost post of Goose's, Ragatha is the second. Plus, all of episodes one and two, we see her trying so hard to be a rock for Pomni. She tries to include everyone, keep everyone cheerful, and be a stable constant in a realm of chaos; Seeing Kinger recognize how far she's come and using that to bring her back to reason was just so refreshing. Ragatha deserves more appreciation like that: less about what she does for others, and more about what she's done for herself.

Jax's Disappointment

So we don't know much about Jax besides how Goose loves him and says he's an asshole who may or may not be irredeemable. When he started talking about violence and getting excited at the thought, I chalked it up to him being an ass. But it struck me just how much this mattered to Jax in this scene. I have questions, man. But I'm about to go on a wild tangent, so hear me out.

Jax is happy when being destructive. He gets immediately upset when things go well. And in the circus, we can assume that there have been a lot of traumatic, wild things that have occurred. I wonder if the chaos, the violence, is a comfort for Jax because of those traumatic experiences. As a person with trauma, I've learned that there's a funny cycle that I and other traumatized people experience.

We don't like the situations we're in, but when faced with normalcy, it's so much scarier than the damaging situation we come from. So, we run from 'normal' back into the suffocating arms of our traumatizing situations for comfort. Going back to the situation means more trauma, more trauma means a harder time finding peace in a safe, normal environment, which means more trauma... you get the picture.

So am I saying a fictional purple bunny is using violence in a digital realm to cope with the very real topic of trauma? Maybe. Yes. Yes, I am. This is how I cope.

Depression, Finding Your Place, and the Bigger Picture

Now you may be saying, "hey! You skipped over some major scenes to talk about silly stuff! What gives?"

Well, as the title of this post suggests, I had some heavier stuff to address in this episode and wanted to compile it all in one section. So that meant skipping over a scene to bunch it in with other ones. I'll break it down.

Depression

Let me begin with the fact that I have been diagnosed with depression for years now. I've been hospitalized for it and I've had family members struggle with it around me. This heavily influenced how I viewed this episode and specifically this scene.

Gummigoo had a perfectly reasonable reaction to seeing the perfect replica of him that is his model. Seeing something like that would shatter your world, and we see that happen to him immediately.

But when Gummigoo talked to Pomni and asked why anything matters, it gave me this really familiar feeling. Thoughts of being nothing, of feeling meaningless, the mere idea of being an obstacle--I've experienced all of these. I'm sure others have. Pomni was right when she said it's normal. Everyone has felt down from time to time.

But what Gummigoo is talking about really hit home with my depression. Thoughts like these, especially when they linger for long, change how you view the world. Everything is tinted blue and desaturated. You feel empty and eventually, so does the world around you. You feel like when the party is over and everyone leaves, you disappear--or you think you should, at least.

"Why are you trying to cheer me up? How does this benefit you at all?"

And it's so, so hard to accept help when feeling like this. Depression is a bitch in the way that it wants you to stay depressed. It feels like everyone around you wants you to feel better because it is a convenience for them. It almost feels transactional if you smile.

But Pomni says it so beautifully; "I guess I just don't want you to feel like you're nothing. I don't want anybody to feel like that."

The way she says it makes me feel like she knows the feeling too, and in reality, she says she does understand in a way how Gummigoo feels. But that? That made it real for me. I don't know why. This whole scene, the entrapment and loneliness despite not actually being alone, just embodied how I've felt for years. What amazing writing.

Finding Your Place

This scene was really the cherry on top of everything I just spoke about. We see that these two understand each other, at least as much as they can. They recognize all of this, it's ridiculous. They're hurtling through space into the unknown, hoping everything works out. They may feel empty, but they're not alone. They've got each other, for better or worse. Maybe they don't know where they belong in this liminal space, but they know where they stand in each other's minds.

And then we get this ending scene. God. Fuck.

I knew that there was obviously something to that dream Pomni had in the beginning, but somehow I didn't expect this to be the conclusion to it. I guess I was too distracted by everything else. So when I got to this shot, I got all warm and teary-eyed.

Pomni finally feels like she's got a pack, a place in this digital circus. When you don't feel mentally alone anymore, there seems to be a weight that's lifted off your shoulders. It doesn't cure the sadness, but at least you know that if you need to be picked up, someone will be there. Depression wants you to be alone, but it just lost that battle. The internet has said it best: A win is a win.

The Bigger Picture

We all know where the end of the road is. How we get there is the mystery. This thought can really make a person feel small, especially when depression comes in to tell you that you in fact are small, according to the chemicals in your brain. But the power of numbers and knowing your place in the world makes facing the unknown a little easier.

I'll be honest, the words are kinda lost on me at this point. Our demise is a really hard topic to broach. I've lost a lot of people, especially some major players in my life (shoutout to the Dead Dads club), and still, I don't understand it all. But the best way I can explain it is through my own experience and how I applied it to this episode.

I had for a long time gone through life trying to prepare and prepare. I played the role of the strong, unaffected individual after being hardened by trauma in childhood. I didn't want to be outwardly emotional, because if I was I would have to admit defeat.

It made me feel weak, especially when my depression would whisper nasty things to me about my self-worth. The bigger picture at that time didn't even exist in my mind. I lived to serve and die. It was no way to live.

Only recently, with time, a couple grippy sock vacays and therapy have I started to form my own, new big picture. At the center of this is my interactions with others. Family, friends, and strangers, all of them are affected by my actions. Even during the days when I feel worthless or alone, I remind myself that even the little things I do have a spiderweb effect. I have worth, more so than serving others or being some obstacle. I can simply walk down the street and perhaps I'll be the person who some kid looks at and hopes to look like when they're older. My existence is so much more than just a give-and-take situation with everyone around me.

It felt like Pomni found her purpose in the circus, and it was more than just playing along until the end. Rather, it was to befriend the people around her who have proved in one way or another way that they care. Abstraction wasn't in vain to them. Lives mattered, and therefore so did Pomni.

In a vast, digital world where chaos looms like a grey cloud, Pomni always mattered. She just had to realize how, and it was much more than being an obstacle or a pawn. And so do we, I think.

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

I thought of another 1K fic request for you if you have the time. For a while, I've had this missing scene in my head from Calypso's Birthday where Stede is the one who untied Ed from the stretching device he was tied to. Stede undoubtedly heard Ed screaming in pain and from the angle we're shown, he probably couldn't see him that well, if at all, so he had to be worried sick over hearing his love in pain but not being able to see what was happening. I just imagine him rushing over as soon as the situation is under control and untying him and whispering to him and making sure he's okay. Ed probably has a hard time moving at first because his joints were just popped, so maybe he just lays there for a minute while he adjusts and Stede comforts him.

I really enjoyed this one! It works so well with some thoughts I'd had bouncing around about what I wish we'd seen in this episode.

(Always taking prompts for 1k word fics!)

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The world had narrowed down to a singular goal and what Stede had to do to see it through.

There was clarity, in moments like this, and Stede was glad for it. Everything he could see, from the rope around his wrists to the knives within eyeshot, became nothing more or less than potential tools. He was, himself, little more than the need to get to Ed. To touch him and kiss him and make sure he was okay, yes, but at times like these his mind could only hold one thing, and there wasn’t even space to think of what could come after.

Stede wondered if the way Ned had positioned them on deck, so he and Ed couldn’t see each other, was another intentional way of hurting them or if it was just a casual cruelty. Stede didn’t even know what was happening to Ed, how badly he was being hurt and in what way, and if he thought about it for too long he thought he might just go mad with worry.

Time went funny, at moments like these, every second sort of melting into the next. Stede knew he’d dream about it for years, probably - picking out Ed’s cries from the crowd, the little broken noises of pain as he tried to keep himself quiet. A shouted threat at the end of one of Stede’s own yelps. A scream that morphed into a cry of Stede’s name and back again, like Ed just loved Stede so much, trusted him so much, that he was hurting and unconsciously thought of Stede as the person who might be able to make it stop -

He couldn’t even deny it to himself, later. Ned Low’s death warrant was written when he’d mocked and hurt Ed in the cabin; it was sealed with the pain and fear and humiliation of having to listen to Ed be hurt and be powerless to do anything about it or offer comfort.

It was all very clever, slipping his bonds and getting Ned’s crew turned against him, and Stede was sure he’d find time to brag about it later. But the instant tides shifted, it all faded into the background.

Stede’s legs wobbled as he ran to Ed.

“They put you on a fucking rack,” he said indignantly, looking Ed over, checking for blood or bruises.

“Bit medieval, yeah,” Ed agreed. His voice sounded alright; little hoarse, but nothing indicating he was in excessive pain, circumstances considered. “Respect the chutzpah, at least?”

“I do not respect the chutzpah, frankly,” Stede muttered, getting to work on grabbing one of the torturer’s knives and sawing through the bonds on Ed’s wrists. 

“Oh, oh fuck,” Ed groaned, starting to pull his arms back by his side and stopping immediately, his face twisted in pain.

“Are you okay?” Stede laid a gentle hand on Ed’s elbow, and Ed flinched.

“Nothing broken, nothing dislocated.” Ed let his eyes slip closed for just a moment. “I’m alright. I’m okay.”

It sounded like he was trying to convince himself.

“Gonna help you,” Stede said, carefully taking Ed’s forearms in his hands. “On three, okay?”

They moved Ed’s arms back down to his side, Stede guiding them back very slowly, trying to minimize Ed’s pain. As he’d said, it was nothing time and rest wouldn’t fix, but his muscles and joints were incredibly sore and weak, and his arms trembled with exertion as they brought them down.

“More comfortable?” Stede asked, undoing the bonds around his ankles next. “How do you feel?”

“I’m alright.” Ed shifted a bit, grimacing. “Just…hurts.”

He’d lowered his voice to a whisper as he admitted it. Stede rested his hand on Ed’s thigh as he worked, rubbing soothing circles through the leather.

“For a second there, it actually felt really nice,” Ed joked. “Gave my back this satisfying pop like you wouldn’t believe.”

“Oh, I bet.” Stede sat at his side, taking note of how reluctant Ed was to move. “Right now, on my pain scale, I’d say I’m at about…a four. They mostly just poked me and hit me with a stick. Very impermanent.”

He raised his eyebrows, then, in obvious question. He’d shared. It was a safe space to talk about it.

“I’m at…” Ed considered. “Maybe a seven.”

“Oh, Ed.” Very slowly, so Ed had plenty of time to object if he didn’t want it, Stede took Ed’s hand, giving his fingers what he hoped was a comforting squeeze, and with the other he cupped Ed’s cheek. “You poor thing.”

“I’m alright,” Ed mumbled. “Just need to lie still for a bit.”

Stede’s own wrists were red from the chafing of the rope, he’d noticed, and he confirmed grimly that Ed’s looked just as sore and painful. Slowly, being sure not to move too quickly and hurt him, Stede lifted Ed’s hand to his mouth so he could kiss the scrapes on his wrist.

“Thank you,” Ed whispered.

“Of course.” Stede scritched his fingers lightly through Ed’s beard, making him hum happily. “You just take a breather. You’re doing so well. I’m here, now, and you’re safe, and I’m never going to let you get hurt again. I’m with you.”

He hoped Ed heard between the words. I love you, I love you.

Stede held Ed’s hand and kept a soothing hand on his face, smiling down at him as Ed nuzzled his cheek into his palm. Occasionally, he glanced up to supervise how things were going, making a mental checklist of the crew, making sure they were all okay, keeping an eye on Ned Low as his own former crew tied him up.

He ran his thumb gently over Ed’s cheekbone.

The crisis had shifted. Ed was safe and alright, and Stede had a new priority. He watched Ned with narrowed eyes.

Oh, yes. He wasn’t sure how, yet, or exactly when. But he looked at Ned Low and there was one, singular goal in his mind:

Ned Low was a dead man walking.

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

"It's a good thing we brought towels" | modern!AU frustrated!levi at the beach

✧ notes ➼ 18+, smut, car sex, public sex, frustrated levi, sub to dom!levi, filth, everything i write is filthy

ooooooooook im writing this beach scene for my fic and now i cant stop thinking about dragging my tongue across levi's abs jkdjkjkf

minors dni btw lmao idk what u all expect from me at this point

like

imagine being at the beach, just hanging. you're in your two-piece bikini and you were actually able to drag levi with you for once. he usually hates the beach—there's no way he would get into that filthy ocean water and sand gets in between his toes. it just sounded miserable all around. but once he arrived and saw you in your bikini, he began having the thought that it just might be worth it

imagine you immediately feeling something within your core when you see levi take his shirt off, wearing only a pair of swimming shorts even though he had no intention to swim. it's not like you haven't seen each other both naked quite a handful of times, but there was just something about him that made it mesmerizing every time. it was the way his abs were perfectly molded into him, how the sun seemed to shine off his skin, his happy trail that led down below his shorts, his toned arms seeming to be all you can think about, and how good his fingers always feel inside you.

before long, he's dragging you to your car, after the both of you had been forced to spend the latter half of the morning simply watching each other without being able to relieve the rapidly building tension. you quickly crawl onto him, planting your lips onto his, his tongue immediately entering your mouth and wrestling yours for dominance. you felt his hands gripping at your hips and the more you began to grind on him, the more you began to feel his cock through his swimming trunks.

imagine being so frustrated that you push levi onto his back across the seat, slowly dragging your tongue across his abs, getting to taste and take in everything that you were only allowed to admire with your eyes. you felt him shuddering underneath you as you dragged your tongue up from his abs, across his pecks, and gently along his neck, nibbling on his ear.

"frustrated?" you'd whisper.

that's when something would snap within him. before you know it, he's flipped over so that you were now the one on your back as he pinned your wrists up against the car window. he'd look at you with his intense grey eyes, slowly taking in all of your features.

his hand would gently caress your cheek, down to your jaw, brushing gently over your neck, with him lingering a bit longer as his hand dragged over your breast, down your abdomen and towards your pussy. you felt yourself tense, getting increasingly excited and frustrated as his fingers came closer and closer to your heat.

you'd shiver as you felt levi push the fabric of your bikini off to the side to expose your pussy to him and he'd gently press his fingers against your already swollen clit, drawing gentle circles, a smug look entering his eyes once he saw the way you moved under him.

"who's the frustrated one now?" he mumbles.

as soon as levi noticed your eyes rolling to the back of your head and the way that your body was tensing, he removed his fingers, prompting a whine from you. however, your whine quickly turned into an embarrassingly loud moan as you felt him immediately enter you fully with his cock. after giving you a second to adjust, he'd start slowly moving his hips, sliding in and out of you, your slick coating his dick and he felt his own breath hitch as he felt your pussy suck him in, causing him to grip down on your wrists harder.

his thrusts go from slow and steady gradually to rough and sloppy as he saw how your body reacted every time his hips made contact with yours. he'd throw one leg of yours over his shoulder so he can get a better angle, with his own grunts becoming audible as he felt himself go deeper and deeper into you.

the two of you had started your makeout session with some social tact in that you didn't want to make it too obvious that you were relieving yourselves in the back of your SUV, but that was no longer the case, as your moans echoed throughout the car and his thrusts became rougher and rougher.

"l-look what you fucking do to me, _____," he'd mumble under his breath as his own composure quickly began to falter as he watched you fall apart under him.

his own thoughts became scrambled as levi began chasing his own high, a coat of sweat covering both your bodies, with the car windows beginning to fog up from the combined body heat of both your bodies. he slammed his hips against yours until he finally pulled out, spilling his cum all over your stomach.

his grip on your wrists would loosen as he used his hand to hold himself up from falling directly onto you.

after a few seconds of panting, he'd look into your eyes and gently press his lips against yours, tucking your loose strands of hair behind your ear.

"it's a good thing we brought towels."

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SOMETHING RED — 윤아

you thought when yunah finally found you she’d rip your guts out— but no! turns out she just wants to be in your guts.

PAIRING: ghostface!yunah x f!reader

GENRE: smut, thriller

CONTENTS: g!p yunah, stalker ex!yunah, dom!yunah, sub!reader, autumn setting, murder, brief desc. of dead body, chase scene, dub-con, knife/fear play, blood/pain kink, injury, degradation/praise, petnames: bunny/sugar, rough sex, oral sex, yunah grips reader’s neck but no choking, hair pulling, spanking, size kink, orgasm control, fingering, squirting, over stim, creampie, one neck bite, passing out

WC: 5.1k

NOTE: sunghoon version of this fic here! this fic took away a lot of my writing virginities: knife/blood play and g!p (꩜﹏꩜)

WARNING: i posted a sunghoon ver. of this fic under this account! so if it looks familiar that’s why! i don’t have any other accounts i post my works on currently, and if i do i will add them in my navigation or bio. if you see someone stealing my works, please lmk.

you’re responsible for the media you consume! i tried to tag everything but there may have been things i missed.

“i had a really good time tonight, y/n.” your date smiles as you stand at your front porch.

“yeah, me too.” you reply, and you’re telling the truth.

after almost 4 years since you fled away from your hometown and your ex (yunah— or rather, ghostface…as the civilians like to call her), you’ve finally gone on a date. and it honestly should have been perfect. it was a simple evening, you went for ice cream and walked around a nice park to talk and feed the ducks, appreciating the beautiful colors the trees were turning. your date is absolutely adorable, she can’t stop smiling up at you thanks to her shorter stature, and she giggles at all of your jokes. an overall absolute sweetheart.

and yet, that’s the very thing that was wrong with the date— in your mind.

it was simple, perfect, sweet…

no tension or skip of your heart beat, no wondering what will happen next, there was just…no thrill!

you think yunah has really fucked you up. even after all this time, you’re still comparing people to your ex? your crazy, obsessive, killer ex?

god, sometimes you even catch yourself wishing she’d pop up in your life again. but after you found out it was her who was killing all of the people in your life and town, anyone who she deemed as getting in the way of your relationship, you panicked and immediately called the police.

and no one has evidently seen her since. you certainly haven’t.

but do you really wish you would? if she saw you again she’d probably want to kill you.

“y/n?” your date utters, breaking you out of your stupor as you blink at her in front of you, noticing how she’s gotten significantly closer to you than when you last noticed.

your porch light’s obnoxious hum is the only other sound as she gazes at you, giving you a hopeful, prompting look— as if she wants you to do something. you think you know what it is, but you suddenly feel like you’ve turned to stone.

“you’ll take me out again, right?” she whispers as her face inches closer and closer, fluttering her lashes at you.

“i’ll— i’ll text you.” you vaguely answer.

your date giggles again even though you haven’t said anything funny, standing on her tiptoes as she finally realizes she’s gonna have to take the initiative. puckering her lips, she leans into yours as she shuts her eyes. you don’t do anything except let your eyes bulge out of your skull, before at the last second turning your head, causing her kiss to land on your cheek instead.

she pulls away while blinking widely in surprise, before her cheeks bloom a pink blush and she giggles— again. it’s starting to be less charming and more annoying.

“you’re so cute.” she mumbles, thinking you’re just shy.

“goodnight, y/n. i’ll see you soon?” she says while taking a backwards step down your porch stairs.

“sure!” you lie. “goodnight!”

you wave before immediately shutting your door.

you sigh tiredly, appreciating the beautiful glow of the moonlight that gently illuminates your otherwise dark house.

flipping the switch that lights your stairs, wood creaking beneath your feet, you walk to your bedroom.

the night’s air is fresh, and the soft sound of rustling leaves always helps you calm down. so you open your bedroom window, letting the gentle breeze spread goosebumps across your arms.

moving to your dresser, you grab a tank and shorts pajama set, and some panties, before going into the bathroom to take a shower.

you sit your fresh clothes on the bathroom countertop, stripping off your dirty clothes and letting them pool at your feet.

when you get in the shower you feel your previous stress melt off of you with the warm water, all thoughts and worries forgotten— temporarily, at least. after about twenty minutes you step out, quickly wrapping a towel around you as the water dripping off your body and the chill in the air makes you shiver.

you move to grab your dirty clothes you left on the floor to put them in the hamper, but you don’t see your underwear.

“what the heck,” you mumble to yourself, shaking out the clothing items in your hands, checking if the item wasn’t just tangled amongst them.

“looking for these?” a voice— her voice— asks.

you jump with a gasp, feeling your heart spike in your chest as you look up to see ghostface standing at the bathroom’s open door.

she’s wearing her mask, signature big butchers knife in her hand as she twirls around your panties from it’s sharp point.

and…blood.

blood is on her hands and dripping off the weapon’s edge.

“y’know, i expected you to still be anxiously locking all the entrances of your house for a while longer, but you stopped only a year into moving here…” she wonders aloud with a fake whimsy to her tone, lifting off her mask to let her eyes drink in the image of you clutching your towel to your chest.

yunah lets your panties drop back onto the floor and steps closer.

she moves slowly, making your panic worsen as she corners you into the bathroom like prey. a small frightened noise comes from your chest when your back hits the wall, yunah’s face closer than ever as you watch her lips raise into a smirk.

“can you tell me why that is, bunny?”

your body trembles at the nickname that hasn’t been directed to you in years.

yunah started calling you that after one of the first dates you went on, the two of you watched a scary movie and you criticized the characters who were so easily killed.

“do you think you could do any better?” yunah had asked, smiling at you patronizingly yet fond.

“well, yeah? they always get killed cus’ they do something stupid, like lock themselves in one room or crawl through a fucking cat door.”

“and what would you do?”

“run.” you had simply answered.

“well?” yunah drawls, hot breath puffing into your face as she stands practically against you.

her knife is still raised, gently grazing the tip over your cheek as her eyes follow the movement.

“who’s blood is that?” you struggle out, feeling the crimson liquid trickle down your neck.

“drop your towel.”

“w— what?”

“i said drop your fucking towel, y/n.” she grits, moving the knife to apply harmless pressure to your neck— but it’s there, and it’s threatening.

the damp fabric lands with a thump on the cold tile floor, leaving your nipples to harden from the bite of the air.

“should have left that window fucking shut…” you whisper, but yunah obviously catches it with her close proximity.

she steps back just enough to run her perverted eyes all over your body, weapon moving from your neck down to your breasts.

you inhale shakily, yunah chuckling under her breath.

“yes, you should have. although it wouldn’t have mattered. i came in through the front door that you also conveniently forgot about.” she replies to your statement. “which brings me to my question that i asked first, why have you been leaving everything unlocked, y/n?”

you glare up into her eyes with wavering bravery, yunah finding you to look more like a scared, defenseless animal.

you don’t speak, trembling lips pursing into a thin line. yunah slides the flat of her knife over your nipple, spreading the leftover blood across your skin and causing you to flinch as a small moan escapes you.

“you missed me.” she states with suffocating confidence, seeing right through your facade— knowing how you really feel.

“you still love me. don’t you, bunny?”

she presses her chest against yours, the rough material of her shirt giving stimulation to your sensitive nipples as she moves the weapon back up towards your face. the steel blade swipes across your mouth, staining your lips red.

yunah tugs down your bottom lip with her thumb, rubbing slowly side to side before pushing inside your mouth. you take it without thinking, staring up into her eyes as you suck on her appendage, wincing at the steely taste of blood.

“still such a slut.” she marvels fondly, eyelids drooping as her breath gets a little heavier. you bob your head just slightly, like you would do to her cock, and yunah reacts with a groan. your pussy clenches at the sound.

“well, you didn’t exactly answer my question, bunny. but since you’re so cute and helpless right now, i’ll have some mercy and answer yours.”

she pulls her thumb back and you don’t release it until it comes out with a wet pop, yunah shuddering lowly before slamming her lips onto yours. she swallows your moans as her empty hand roams your body, fingers feathering over your bare pussy, trailing up to grope roughly at your breast before firmly wrapping around your throat.

you squirm. any shame has left your mind as you try and rub your cunt up onto yunah. she’s playing nice for now it seems, pressing her jean clad thigh between your legs and letting you hump against her. you whine into her kiss as the denim makes contact with your clit, biting on yunah’s bottom lip unconsciously in pleasure.

she grunts at the slight pain, slapping your ass before gripping it roughly and digging her nails into your flesh.

you lick her bottom lip and suck on her tongue in apology, yunah’s nails retracting to rub soothingly over the skin that now is littered with red crescent cuts.

“god, i love you, bunny.” she whispers. “it’s your date’s blood.”

“h— huh?” you gasp, eyes widening as yunah stares deeply into your eyes. “you…did you kill her?”

“do you care?” yunah quips back cockily, but you recognize the tinge of jealousy in her tone. “she was too quirky for you anyway— and small. you love it when someone makes you feel like the small one, don’t you? someone big enough to overpower you?”

she speaks in a dark tone, hand gripping your hip with possessiveness that’s sure to leave a bruise.

your breathing picks up again, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with emotions— though you’re not sure what any of them are.

“fuck you, yunah.” you spit, the girl maniacally laughing with clear amusement.

“yes, sugar, later. right now i think i’m in the mood for a chase.”

she says this as she steps away from you, leaving you confused as she stares at you expectantly.

“well?” yunah lifts a brow, lowering the mask to cover her face completely again, gripping her knife a little tighter. “run, bunny.”

fear settles its anchor in your stomach and you take off, water and blood dripping from your naked body as you run down the stairs. there’s only the sound of your panicked gasps of breath before ghostface’s heavy footsteps creak down the steps, coming right after you. it almost makes you unable to think.

your first thought is the front door, but when you open it, you're greeted with the massacred body of your date sitting in a bloody, gutted heap of pink and red mush.

you scream, immediately slamming the door shut as you choke on a gag that tickles up your throat.

ghostface makes it down the stairs, taking large but calm steps towards you as her knife gleams in the moonlight, black plastic eyes staring blankly at you.

“stop!” you cry, suddenly thankful for the wrap around layout of your house as you run right, out of the livingroom and into the hallway.

you can go to the kitchen, bedroom, or second bathroom.

everything is a dead-end except the kitchen, which has two escape routes to the outside: a latch window and the back door.

you quickly open the bedroom door to throw ghostface off, then quietly sneak into the kitchen.

risking taking the time to carefully open a drawer and take a knife out— just in case, you then hurry over to the back door and turn the knob.

there’s the sound of something slicing through air before you yelp as it cuts into your hand, forcing you to jump away from the door.

“i wouldn’t do that if i were you.” ghostface warns as she walks in, creepily melodic with how she speaks.

you look back at the doorknob, seeing her knife stabbed into the wood from the force ghostface threw it with, your blood splattered in a small area against the white paint.

“now look at that, you made me hurt you.” she says with mocking sympathy, her dangerous tone making your knees feel weak with fear.

you keep switching your eyes from looking at the window to ghostface.

she just stands, watching with undivided attention as she can practically see the cogs turning in your brain, waiting for what you’ll do next like she’s watching a mouse in a trap. (or a bunny in a snare.)

you suddenly run out of the kitchen’s second entry, ending up at the living room again and booking it up the stairs. you wouldn’t have had time to make it out the kitchen window with ghostface right there, but maybe you can escape through your bedroom’s window. it’s already open, and even though your house is two stories, there’s a tree right next to it that will shorten the drop— if you can reach a branch without falling off the roof.

when you get to your bedroom, ghostface is hot on your trail. you try to slam the door shut and lock it, but she presses against it from the other side right at the same time.

you push as hard as you can to shut the door, but ghostface has always been stronger than you.

busting the door open, your body is flung backward as you land on the floor, knife falling out of your hands and sliding away from you.

you scramble on the ground to get it back, just barely grasping it in your hand before ghostface grabs and flips you over onto your back, ripping her mask off and letting it clatter to the floor.

“s— stop it, yu—…yunah.” you struggle to get out from how your body and voice shakes, pressing your legs together in fear and ignoring the wetness between them as yunah cages your body with her limbs.

“oh, are you going to make me?” she challenges with no fear, the smile on her face clearly expressing that she doesn’t take a word you say seriously.

“go on then, bunny. take a stab at me.”

yunah drops her own knife from her hands, baring herself to your mercy.

your eyes widen, hands shaking as you pathetically raise the knife.

you look from her eyes to her vulnerable stomach that you could easily plunge the weapon into, and back up to her eyes again.

yunah slenders her gaze as if to say ‘you can’t do it, can you?’.

you burst into sobs, dropping the knife and hiding your face in your hands.

yunah leans down to coo at you, running her fingers through your hair and kissing your forehead.

“i knew you couldn’t do it, bunny. i’ve been watching you ever since you left town, and you know what i found out?”

you take watery gasps, wiping off your tears so you can look up at yunah.

you know the answer, even in your messy state. it’s apparent throughout everything in your life, after all these years and all the decisions you’ve made.

“i—…that i n— never stopped loving you.”

“that’s right, sugar. couldn’t even bear to kiss your date, could you?”

you shake your head, cries reducing to sniffles as yunah cups your face with her still bloodied hand, the liquid beginning to dry as it feels tacky on your skin.

“it’s okay, bunny. you were a good girl, so i won’t punish you…too much. as for her…well,” she laughs— and it sounds hollow, devoid of anything other than hate and rage. “she got what she deserved.”

suddenly yunah is picking up her knife and hoisting you up, your waist thrown over her shoulder as you gasp in surprise while she walks over to the bed.

yunah takes a handful of your ass, admiring how it jiggles when she jostles it in her hand before giving it a hard spank. you whimper and push back into her palm, wordlessly asking for more.

“slut.” she chuckles under her breath, throwing you roughly on the mattress a second later.

yunah places her knife on your nightstand as you sit up on your elbows to look back at her curiously. yunah practically devours your body with her eyes as she strips off her shirt, your mouth watering at the revealed expanse of her long torso and toned abs. you can’t help but whine when she slowly pushes the waistband of her pants and underwear down, her hard, huge cock slapping against her stomach wetly.

“missed this, bunny?”

you only whine, feeling like the deparate whore that you are for yunah as you blatantly squeeze and rub your thighs together, trying to bring any sort of relief to your needy pussy. you practically feel edged by everything that’s transpired so far.

“come.” yunah orders, pointing at the floor in front of her.

you know what that means, quickly getting off the bed and on your knees, looking up at her with pathetically begging eyes.

she only acknowledges you with a piercing stare, picking up her knife again as she moves it beneath your hairline, pressing the cold, flat side of its blade into the nape of your neck.

“now suck.”

you’re eager, enveloping her dick into your watering mouth and pushing yourself as far down the long shaft as you can muster.

you gag, yunah’s salty pre-cum making you salivate for more as you don’t pull off, only trying to push her cock deeper down your throat. even as your eyes squeeze shut, choking around her— you don’t stop.

not until yunah roughly pulls you off by the hair, a deep sound coming out of you as your mouth is suddenly empty, gasping and coughing while a string of saliva hangs from your lips.

“did i say swallow me whole? dumb whore. suck.”

you immediately do as she says, apologizing with your eyes and pliant little hums around her as just the tip is in your mouth, sucking on it like a lollipop.

yunah bares her teeth at the teasing pleasure, bares his teeth at the teasing pleasure, watching your lips that are glossy with your own spit, prettily wrapped around his big dick. you look so small and helpless like this: kneeling, naked, someone else’s blood drying on your body— as well as a little of your own.

yunah thinks you’re most beautiful like this. her slutty little bunny trapped in the snare she made just for you.

grabbing a painfully tight fistful of your hair, she slams your face against her pelvis. you’re reduced to choking sounds and sputters as you struggle to take the sheer size of her into your mouth, yunah continuing to catch you off guard as she starts bobbing your head up and down her shaft like a cock sleeve.

you cry and moan at the feeling of her using you like a cheap whore, your pussy throbbing with the need to be touched but being ignored— and it only turns you on that much more.

your scalp burns as yunah keeps yanking you by the hair, spit seeping out of the corners of your stretched lips and running down your chin.

“almost forgot what a dirty slut you could be, bunny. f— fucking shit!”

hearing yunah’s hard resolve crack, you’re hit with another wave of enthusiasm.

you swallow around her, doing your best to lick and suck whenever you get the chance between the harsh movements she controls you with. then you have an idea, and without a second thought you’re executing it.

moving a hand down to your pussy, you smear the generous wetness on your fingers, lifting them up to cup yunah’s balls, fondling them with ease thanks to your slick.

“god— fuck! good girl! that’s a good little whore. choke on my dick while you make me messy.”

you feel like you could almost cum just from yunah’s words, the tingly pain at your scalp, and the full mouth of dick you’re taking. moans almost rhythmically come from your throat as your free hand goes down to rub desperately at your neglected clit, hips making trembling movements at the pleasure that’s not enough while at the same time being too much.

“bunny, oh— damn. you really like me fucking your mouth, don’t you sugar?”

“mm—hmm,” you moan around her, yunah starting to snap her hips more aggressively. you feel her dick pulse in your mouth, a deep growl coming from her a moment later, signaling her soon release.

“you ready for me, bunny? you ready for my cum?”

please, please, yes— you want to say, but it only comes out as whimpers as her cock bruises the back of your throat.

your thighs begin to tremble as you feel yourself getting closer. yunah moans out, pressing her hips flat against your face as her dick throbs, pumping a huge load down your throat. that paired with the feeling of her knife pressing harder into your neck sends you into white hot ecstasy, shaking like a leaf and thighs clenching around your own hand as you ride it out on your soaked fingers.

yunah’s dick is dripping with your spit and her cum when she pulls out, still hard as a rock and catching her breath as she slowly jerks herself off, wincing at the painful pleasure after just cumming— but not able to stop as she’s mesmerized by how much of the both of you there is, mixing all together with each movement of her hand.

yunah then looks over at you just as you’re pulling your hand away from yourself, groaning as she sees the wet webs between your fingers.

“get on the bed, bunny. ass up.”

your movements are clumsy as you’re still weak from the hard orgasm, but you want more, so you do as she says. yunah gives you a helping hand, making sure you don’t fall as the both of you get on the bed.

yunah sits up on her knees behind you. your ass looks amazing in this position, and your legs are spread, completely unable to hide your dripping pussy from yunah’s hungry eyes.

you turn your head, looking back at her with fucked out eyes that ask for more. she smirks, placing both hands on either side of your hips before stooping low to go down on your sloppy cunt.

“oh— fuck, yu— yunah!”

you’re so turned on, and if you really think about it (which you’re trying not to), you probably shouldn’t be— not after what she’s done.

and yet, here you are, whining like a whore as the ghostface killer fucks your pussy with her tongue.

she can’t get enough of your taste, she went years without it after all, and she finds she’s going feral now that you’re finally in her mouth again. she delves her tongue as deeply as it can go, paying attention to what movements make you cry louder. yunah makes sure to pull out and suck your puffy clit between her lips, proud at herself with how it makes your legs quiver, before shoving her appendage back inside your core and fucking it in and out of you.

“yunah, please,” you beg, already needing release as you’re sensitive from your previous orgasm.

“no,” she barks, annoyed that she even has to separate her mouth from your pussy to speak, reconnecting with you immediately after.

you dare to whine defiantly at her, and yunah reacts by reigning her hand down on your ass.

the hit is hard, making your eyes widen and taking your breath away as the strength she uses on you is unexpected. you can feel your skin tingling and hot from where the slap landed, and somehow it just makes you feel even more needy.

yunah knows you liked it, she can tell by how your pussy is contracting around her tongue, making her smirk against you as she keeps eating you out with no mercy.

you wiggle your hips just slightly, side to side, unable to keep still as you just need more.

you feel yunah’s annoyed growl, the vibrations of it sending a shock of pleasure straight to your core. she spanks you again, right on the same spot as before. this time a sob is ripped out of your chest at the pain, your face burying into the bed.

“you’re a bad fucking girl, can’t even do what i want you to.” yunah grits as she removes her mouth and shoves two merciless fingers inside you instead, roughly curving them as her thumb rubs at your clit. the amount of pain and pleasure is equal now, making you want to pull away while at the same time push closer. the sounds your pussy makes as yunah quickly moves her fingers are loud and should be embarrassing— yet all you can think about is how good she’s making you feel and how badly you need to cum.

“yu, i— really i can’t— can’t take it!”

“oh you’ll take it, bitch. if you want me to fuck you with my cock by the end of this.”

“no— yes! please, want your cock!” you blubber, the thought of not getting it making you feel as if you could cry at any moment, that paired with how meanly yunah treats your desperate little pussy, fucking it like she wants you to squirt all over the sheets— yet refusing to let you.

“i’ll be good, yunah! i’ll let you do whatever you want, just— let me cum!”

the girl doesn’t say anything, fingers not stopping as you feel her other hand’s nails dig into the flesh of your ass again, leaving more claiming cuts into your skin.

“fine, filthy slut. cum.”

the relief and pleasure of finally letting go is too much, your hearing is reduced to a high pitched ringing, and you’re not sure if your eyes are shut or if your vision has blacked out.

when you come back to, you’re on your back, yunah’s hands all over your body as the look in her eyes looks like she’s truly lost it.

“yu, can’t,” you pant out as she starts lifting your limp leg to her shoulder.

but she doesn’t stop, her frantic movements continue, only looking up at you with pupils you swear are blown out.

“you’ll let me do whatever i want, remember?” she speaks out roughly, her throat scratchy either from eating you out so vigorously or from being so turned on.

“even if you didn’t let me, i’d still do whatever i want with you.” she cruelly chuckles, smirking down at you. the points of her teeth remind you of a wolf.

guess you really are the bunny.

you whimper— and you’re not sure if it’s from fear or twisted arousal.

tears fill your eyes as you watch yunah grab her huge cock, jerking it a few times to spread her cum. (not that she needs to— you literally just squirted.) you can only imagine how big the stretch will be inside your tiny little pussy to fit her huge girth. you’ve taken it before of course, but your insides are crying out in sensitivity, and your head feels foggy, like you could fall back out of consciousness again.

“please, yunah, please—“

you’re words are cut off by your own agonized cry as yunah’s cock feels like it’s piercing your guts, pushing and pushing until she’s down to the hilt.

then she starts thrusting into you with enough power that it pushes your head against the headboard, your hands moving up to brace yourself as your hiked up leg tightens around her shoulder.

despite everything, you can’t help the delirious moan you let out, feeling your pussy ooze more fluids you didn’t think you had at this point.

“my slutty little bunny, huh, y/n?” yunah almost coos, if it wasn’t for how her teeth are harshly bared.

“missed my big dick abusing your insides, didn’t you, bunny?”

you sob, tears racing down your cheeks as your hole helplessly clenches and suffocates on yunah’s huge, unforgiving length.

“admit it. admit you’re a dirty whore for me.”

“i am— i am, yunah!” you pant out breathlessly, each of her bruising thrusts feeling like they punch the breath right out of you. your chest aches from the big gulps of air you take. “m’a whore, such a dirty whore for you, yunah— fuck, please!”

yunah’s pants almost match up with your own, her body starting to tremble as she moves to lean down on her elbows against the bed, the new position forcing your leg to stretch even further— causing yunah’s cock to ram even deeper inside you.

“you’re mine. you hear me, bitch? you’re fucking mine! don��t ever think i’m gonna let you run away from me again.”

“oh god— i’m cumming!” you scream, unable to even ask for permission or try to hold back as your body convulses with the waves wracking over your body.

the only thing that keeps the darkened edges of your vision from completely taking over is yunah’s dick driving into you, chasing after her own high as your pussy spasms around her. you’re almost too tight, your core literally unable to take her huge size anymore as yunah forces her cock in again and again, balls slapping crudely against you.

when she finally busts inside, yunah clamps her teeth down on your neck, the sensations overwhelming her as she fucks you full of her cum.

she doesn’t pull out, even when your crying doesn't stop, she keeps your poor abused pussy plugged up with her full load by her huge dick.

once yunah catches her breath, she glides her tongue across her teeth, curious at the taste of blood in her mouth.

“yu, you bit me.” you whine, pouting at her as you try to look where her teeth left bloody marks into the junction of your shoulder.

yunah sighs, and you can tell by the noise and how her eyes flit over the wound excitedly that it turns her on.

her tongue licks over the bite in apology, cleaning up the blood before pressing little kisses all over it.

“you make me crazy, bunny.” she whispers lovingly, eventually pulling away from your shoulder to hover above your face.

you stare at each other silently, before you tilt your chin up, begging for a kiss with pouty lips and shiny eyes.

yunah smiles, those wolfish teeth still poking through slightly as she leans down to capture you in a slow, passionate kiss.

it tastes like blood and cum.

your blood and cum.

the realization frightens you only a little bit, the stronger emotion being some sort of sick arousal.

yunah might be crazy over you, but she’s definitely made you crazy as well.

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The Most Important Mission of All

Jack Thompson x Reader

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Written for my 1.5k Follower Campaign! Requested by @hawaiianpizzaenjoyer - Hope you like it June! Thanks for being patient while I got it done!

Fandom: Marvel

Prompt: "I can't stop thinking about you."

Summary: Jack and his SO have been dating for a long time, and now he has something very important to ask.

Word Count: 1,592

Category: Fluff, Humor

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

When my boyfriend first asked me to meet him at the docks in New York close to sunset, I couldn't help being a little worried. He was chief of the New York SSR, after all, and a request like that immediately made me think he needed a bail-out with a crime syndicate, or an undercover mission partner who would fly under the radar (since I'd never done spy work in my entire life and no one would recognize me). I'd run through a dozen possibilities in my head, and they only seemed all the more likely when I arrived at the pier Jack had mentioned to find him waiting for me at the gangplank of a ship, dressed to the nines in my favorite tux of his.

Luckily for me, I'd worn a nice outfit too, so I'd be able to blend in at whatever evil yacth party we were clearly about to crash.

Jack beamed as soon as he saw me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me in for a kiss as soon as I was close enough.

"Hi, gorgeous. You look amazing."

I smiled at him, pulling back just enough to be able to meet his eyes.

"Thanks. You do, too." Jack hummed, then pulled me back to him for another kiss. I let it linger for a few moments, then gently pulled away. "As much as I'm enjoying this... I'm dying to know what all this is about."

"You'll see," Jack said with a smirk. He dropped his hands from my waist, instead moving to take one of my hands in his. "C'mon."

Without another word, he started pulling me towards the ramp onto the boat. I trailed after him, scanning our surroundings for any clues as to what we were about to walk into. No one else seemed to be around as we stepped onto the boat, which made things a little eerie. I gripped Jack's hand a little tighter, and he glanced back to shoot me a smile over his shoulder.

"Almost there."

If I hadn't been dating him for so long, to the point that I trusted him more than just about anyone else in my life, I would've thought this was the setup for a slasher movie.

Jack pushed open a door leading out to the deck of the boat, then turned back to me with a proud smile as I followed him through. I raised an eyebrow at him before looking at what he'd apparently been so eager to show me.

On deck, I wasn't greeted with a swanky shady party or an illegal mob meeting. No one was on deck at all, besides me and Jack. And set up under beautiful strands of sparkling light sat a table, draped in white linen and set for a nice dinner. Two glasses of wine waited, with candles and rose petals decorating the rest of the space to really make the scene look like something out of a movie. I turned back to Jack, mouth slightly open.

"Jack... what is all this?"

He absolutely beamed back at me.

"Do you like it? I thought it'd be a nice surprise. The boat's gonna go around the tip of Manhattan, so we can look at the lights while we have a nice dinner."

"That's amazing! I love it. Just... what's the occasion?"

Jack glanced down, shaking his head as he did so.

"Nothing," he said, incredibly unconvincingly for someone who's primary job was "spy". "Just thought it'd be a nice a surprise."

I nodded, scanning our surroundings again even as I let Jack lead me over to the table. He pulled out my chair for me, then pushed it in before sitting down himself. The boat started pulling out of the harbor as we settled in, and after another moment, I couldn't hold back the question continuing to nag at the back of my mind.

"Is this an SSR thing?" I asked, leaning over the table and keeping my voice as low as possible. Jack's brow furrowed.

"What?"

"All this. Is it a setup for some guys you need to get, or a cover for a stakeout or something?"

"What? No, I just thought it'd be a nice surprise to put together for you. Why would you think it's an SSR thing?"

"Well, you don't usually ask me to meet you at the docks for dates. And this is so sweet, but it's also a little unprompted. I don't know, I just thought you might be secretly calling me in for help on a mission or something."

Jack opened his mouth to reply, but right before he could, two people appeared at our table to set appetizers down in front of us and fill up our glasses with wine. Like they'd been cued, I looked up to find Daniel and Peggy smiling at the two of us. My eyebrows shot into my hairline, and I managed to give them both a polite smile before fixing Jack with a look.

"They're here because they're our friends, not because this is an undercover op," he deadpanned immediately. Daniel snorted and Peggy whacked him in the shoulder, but I could see the two of them chuckling to each other as they walked away.

"I believe you, but you do see my point, right?"

Jack sighed. "Yeah, I guess I do."

I gave him a little smile, then picked up my wine glass and held it out for a cheers. Jack smiled back and did the same, but I noticed his hand shaking a little as he clinked our glasses together. I narrowed my eyes, but Jack didn't seem to notice. He glanced around the deck, where we were currently alone, then finally brought his eyes back to me as he shifted in his seat. Honestly, despite everything he kept saying, I was half expecting him to let me in on some terrible secret when he slid out of his seat and to the deck of the ship, landing on one knee in front of me.

I gasped, my brain fully stalling. I could see Jack mouthing my name, but my brain couldn't seem to process it. A smile made its way onto my face of its own volition, and a shakier version of a smile made its way onto Jack's, too.

"You with me?" he asked, a breathy laugh in his voice as my brain finally started working again. I nodded, my hands flying to my mouth to cover a rapidly-growing smile and a truly disbelieving laugh. "Good."

He cleared his throat, shifting a litte, then continued.

"Like I said, this isn't an SSR thing. It's... look, I've never felt this way about somebody before. I've never been in a relationship where I actually want to spend all my time with the person I'm with."

"Never?" I broke in, giving Jack a teasing smile as I said it so he'd know I was kidding. He rolled his eyes.

"Never until you. With you, I finally had to stop giving Sousa shit for how moon-eyed he is over Carter, because I've been the same way about you. I can't stop thinking about you. I love you. You're the most incredible person I've ever met, and nobody else has even come close. I'm... happier, when I'm with you, and better in every way. I can't think of anyone else I'd want to spend the rest of my life with. So..."

Jack paused, taking a deep breath as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. I obviously knew it was coming, but I still couldn't hold back a little surprised and happy sob as he held it out and opened it, revealing an absolutely beautiful ring inside.

"Will you make me the luckiest man alive and marry me?"

"Yes! Jack, of course, yes! I love you, so much," I said, barely letting him finish the question before blurting out my answer. I slid to the floor with him, wrapping my arms around his neck as I pulled him into a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me close.

"Really? Yes?"

"Of course!"

"...I feel like I'm hallucinating."

I laughed, pulling back enough to look Jack in the eye. I moved my hands to his face, rubbing my thumbs over his cheeks and not bothering to fight back the happy tears streaming down my own face. Even Jack's eyes were a little misty as he pulled me to him for a long, sweet kiss, then pulled away and took my hand, gently slipping the engagement ring onto my finger.

I stared at it for a minute, then brought my other hand up to the nape of Jack's neck, running my fingers through the hair there as I gently pulled him closer to me. I rested my forehead against his and the hand with the ring on his chest, right over his heart. I smiled, taking a moment to let my new reality sink in. After a few beats, Jack leaned in to close the distance between us for another soft, sweet kiss.

The kiss deepened, both of us seriously at risk of getting a little too carried away. Somehow, I managed to bring us back to reality just in time. After all, Peggy and Daniel were still here, and we still had the rest of our beautiful picnic dinner to enjoy. And now we had the rest of our lives together ahead of us, too. There'd be plenty of time for anything and everything we could possibly dream of doing together.

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[runawrites-blog]

Until The Break Of Dawn Ch. 5 (Josh Washington x Reader)

Summary: You all find out about Josh's prank and the situation escalates. (Female Reader) Warnings: Fighting. Mild violence (Mike slapping Josh). Mild Gun Mentions. Talk about Reader's past. Talk of Josh's mental health and him dissociating. Reader and the Characters not knowing how to really handle his breakdown. Mike being an Ass but apologising later on. Specific warnings will be posted in the notes of each chapter. No Y/N, Petnames (Honey) Author's Note: You can find the previous chapter here. When I say the other characters are overwhelmed with Josh's mental health and his breakdown, I don't mean that they treat him badly when they realise that he's dissociating but they simply don't really know how to properly help him, so Reader just resorts to trying to keep him calm. Crossposted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49644949/chapters/125304784#workskin

Your day kept going from bad to worse.

Once you had arrived back at the lodge you had gotten separated from Chris and Ashley. A loud noise had prompted the two of them to investigate and the door had fallen shut behind them. Now you were wandering the dark lodge alone, calling out for your friends and trying to find another way to get to them. Despite having been at this lodge a lot throughout the last year it was still hard to find your way around it in the dark.

It was Ashley’s screams that alerted you to the fact that she was in the basement. Quickly, you followed the sound of her screaming, running down the stairs, and doing your best not to trip. But you stopped when Sam and Mike rounded the corner, almost screaming in surprise when they saw you sprinting down the stairs.

“Good to see you’re safe.” Sam said before looking you up and down. “What happened to you?”

“Long story. We need to find Ashley first.”

“It’s coming from behind this door.” Mike exclaimed and tried to open it but the door didn’t budge. “Something is blocking it. Help me push.”

You and Sam quickly joined him, pushing against the door and trying to move whatever was blocking it from the other side. Thankfully, the door soon budged and opened, sending you all tumbling into the room behind it. You nearly fell but Mike caught you by the arm.

The scene on the other side made your blood run cold. Ashley and Chris were strapped to chairs on either side of a table and a gun in his hands. Before you could even ask what had happened or move a muscle to help them, the door on the other side of the room opened and a man in a mask stepped out, his voice menacing as he began mocking you all.

Sam took refuge behind Mike as Ashley started screaming at Chris to do something. He took the gun and aimed at the man, firing two shots at him. But the bullets did nothing, only spurring the man’s mockery as he laughed at Chris for firing blanks at him. Then he took off his mask.

“Josh?”

You didn’t give him time to speak, nor did you give anyone the chance to react because you immediately ran over to him, embracing him tightly and breaking down in tears. Despite what him revealing himself as the killer meant you couldn’t help the relief and joy you felt as you realized he was alive. His arms hesitantly found their way around you as you sobbed brokenly, all the fear and grief you’d felt in the past few hours leaving you in the form of tears.

“I thought you were dead! I was looking for you for hours and-- but you’re alive!”

“What the fuck were you thinking?”

Chris’ words snapped you out of your relief and you withdrew from Josh immediately, staring at him in shock and confusion. The realization that he had tricked you into thinking he had disappeared and then died after what had happened to your father made your tears of relief quickly turn into anger.

“I thought you were dead!”

“It was a joke, Honey.” Josh defended himself, giving everyone a wide grin. “Don’t you all think this is fair after what you put Hannah and Beth through?”

“I didn’t do anything to them.” Sam hissed as she approached him. “And neither did your girlfriend or Chris. Even for everyone else’s involvement, this is way out of line.”

Josh shook his head, eyes narrowing at Sam. “You all did worse things to my sisters but they didn’t get to laugh it off. They’re dead!”

“None of us are laughing!” Mike snapped, rearing up at him and getting closer while Sam freed Chris and Ashley. “You put us all through--”

“I trusted you!” You interrupted Mike, glaring at Josh as pain seeped into your voice and you tried your best not to scream at him. “You know what happened to my father, about my guilt, about my grief and you decide the best way to prank me is to make me think my boyfriend disappeared in the woods? You made me think you were dead!”

Josh seemed genuinely taken aback by the terrible sadness in your voice. He took a step forward, gingerly reaching out for you but you ducked away, turning your head to hide your tears and calm down. Sam stared at Josh, desperation in her voice when she started speaking again.

“Josh, this is a cry for help. We can help you, okay? Let me help you!”

“This isn’t a cry for help.” Josh huffed at Sam’s words and shook his head. “You’re just mad that I pranked you. No one got hurt!”

“No one got hurt?” Mike snapped, squaring up at Josh. “You killed Jessica! She fell down into the damn mines because you put her there and now she’s dead!”

“I didn’t touch Jess.” Josh shook his head, taking a step back as Mike approached. “Mike, I swear, I didn’t hurt her. To be fair, I did cut off the power and-- and I put some small practical pranks along the way but-- but I didn’t hurt Jessica.“

“You pulled her out of the cabin, through the fucking window, and dragged her off to the mines. And you’re going to fucking pay for it!”

Before anyone else could react Mike slapped Josh in the face, knocking him out and sending him to the floor. Chris and Sam pulled him back while you got to your knees next to Josh to check on him. You stared at Mike in disbelief while Ashley took a few steps back from everyone, cradling her hands to her chest in fear before looking up at her friends in shock.

“Michael, what the fuck?”

“Mike, Jessica is alive!” You exclaimed, hand cradling Josh’s face as you looked back up at Mike. “And what happened to her was not Josh’s fault!”

“Your opinion is less than objective!” Mike snapped at you, shaking his head at you. “The second you saw him, you fell into his arms! He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her through the fucking window. And before I could even get to the porch, he was gone!”

“What?” Sam frowned at Mike’s words. “How would he have done that? He may have been an asshole and pranked us but he doesn’t have superhuman strength or speed to pull that off.”

“Exactly!” You agreed, nodding vehemently. “She’s alive.”

“Why are you even standing up for him? He tricked you and made you think that he was dead! Or are you so happy that at least one person you went on a nature trip with didn’t fucking die that you forget what he put you through?”

Everyone quieted down at that and you had to take a deep breath to not scream at Michael for what he had said. Instead of doing that you decided to focus on Josh, leaning down to check for any injuries he might have had sustained from the fall to the ground.

“Mike, over the line.” Sam said sternly before looking back at you. “How do you know Jessica’s alive?”

“Because I saw her.” You swallowed, taking a deep breath as you began to recount your experience in the minutes. “While I was looking for Josh I fell into the mines through a hole in the ground. There’s a system of old mine shafts stretching way further through the mountain than we thought. And I was looking for a way out when Jess called out to me. We walked together for some time but then these-- these monsters attacked us and we ran.”

“We saw some of those mine shafts on our way to the guest cabin but they didn’t lead anywhere.” Mike mused before looking at you. “Where is she now?”

“We got separated.” You whispered mournfully. “That creature came after us and while she went left, I lured it down a tunnel to the right. I managed to get out but-- but I don’t what happened to Jess.”

“You left her there?”

You’ve had enough of Mike’s accusations then and jumped up to approach him. “I had no other choice! That thing cut off the way and I ran!”

Sam looked at you with a deep frown. “What kind of creatures were down there?”

“Probably part of Josh’s prank.” Ashely whispered. “Who knows what he had planned for the rest of us.”

Sam shook her head quickly, looking back at Ashley. “No, it wasn’t. No one really knew how far these mine shafts stretched and a lot of access ways were blocked off or caved in. During the search for the twins everyone probably only managed to scratch the surface of how deep these tunnels go.”

“And those things were definitely not part of any prank.” You said fearfully as you remembered the creatures you encountered. “They were real. They looked like corpses, emaciated and horrifying, sharp claws and teeth.”

“A Wendigo?”

“What?” You turned to Sam in surprise. “Like the Native American legend?”

“Yes, like the legend.” Sam explained, looking relieved that one person in the room seemed to recognize what she was talking about. “While I was waiting for the water to warm up in the bath I found a book about mythology and-- and these creatures sound oddly familiar to Wendigos.”

“So there just happened to be a book on mythology lying around for you to find?” Mike scoffed and crossed his arms. “Sounds like part of Josh’s prank to me.”

“No, I left it there last year. Don’t you remember me bringing it with me the last time we were all here together?” You raised an eyebrow at Mike. “I must have forgotten it here and when we were up here searching for the twins I obviously didn’t have the time to go get it.”

“You were probably in on his prank!”

“I was not!” You hissed at him. “There are monsters in the mines, Em and Matt are still out there and Jess is in the mountain with these things! We need to all go and find them whether you believe me or not!”

Ashley shook her head in fear, once more cradling her hands to her chest. “No way we’re going down there.”

“What do we do with Josh?” Chris finally spoke up, looking at his friend. “We can’t just leave him here.”

“We tie him up in the barn.”

“Are you insane, Michael?” You screeched at that suggestion, getting in between your friend and Josh. “No way we’ll tie him up there!”

“You don’t get to decide that. Chris, help me get him.”

Shaking your head, you stood your ground and extended your arms to shield Josh. “I am not letting you tie him up in the barn. That’s way too dangerous with those monsters still out there.”

“There are no monsters out there.”

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The wind howled around you as you followed Chris and Mike down one of the snowy paths to the barn while they dragged Josh along. They managed to get him to the barn and tie him up just in time for him to wake up. Josh seemed confused, almost dazed as he tried to wriggle out of his ties but Mike just pulled them tighter.

“You can’t tie him up in there!” You exclaimed, grabbing Mike’s arm to tear it away from the rope. “Michael, stop!”

“Just fuck off!” Mike snapped and shook you off, nearly sending you stumbling to the floor. “This fucking prank has gotten out of control. And I’m still not a hundred percent sure you weren’t in on it!”

“You’re wasting valuable time here.” You pleaded, shaking your head in desperation. “Mike, I’m telling you the truth! I wasn’t in on it!”

“You ran straight into Josh’s arms as soon as you saw him! Do you honestly think I’ll believe you that you weren’t working with him?”

“Chris, back me up here. You saw how I reacted to Josh’s faked death and you know I wasn’t in on it!”

Chris sighed almost mournfully. “I’m honestly having a hard time figuring out what to think. I mean, Mike lost his fingers and Ashely and I were put through hell. And you went straight for his arms, defended him and now you’re trying to keep us from keeping him in the barn.”

“Because there are monsters in the mines.”

“How do we know the monsters aren’t part of the prank? How do we know you’re not in on it and this isn’t all just the next act?”

“Chris, why are you turning against me now?”

Mike turned to you again, shoving at your shoulder as you once more attempted to get to the ropes. “Because you were standing up for him after everything he’s put us through!”

“Oh, you wanna touch my girlfriend now?” Josh slurred and you all turned to find him glaring at Mike. “The idea of anyone hurting Jessica makes you so mad but now you wanna hurt my girlfriend? You’re a piece of trash, you know that?”

“Josh, stop.” Chris groaned, shaking his head at him. “You’re not making yourself look any better, you know?”

“I don’t know what happened to Jessica! But this asshole won’t fucking believe me!”

You watched as Mike rounded Josh to tie his wrists a little tighter, making sure to not give him any more wriggle room. And Josh was positively losing it at this point, ranting on about not being the one who had hurt Jessica, about how this had all been a prank, about how they should leave you out of this because you really hadn’t known. You were concerned, knowing full well that Josh wasn’t in a good mental state and that tying him up or leaving him alone would only make things worse. Chris was overwhelmed and conflicted about who to trust or stand up for. And though Mike still seemed angry you could see worry seeping into his expression.

“Has either of you ever seen him get like this?” Mike mumbled, looking back at you and Chris. “This incoherent, I mean?”

“Never.” Chris mumbled, rubbing his wrist in an attempt to soothe himself. “He hasn’t been taking his meds; that’s for sure. But I thought he was doing fine.”

“I’ve never seen him get like this, either. He seemed completely fine today and the past few weeks, too.” You mused, watching Josh in worry. “For weeks now, I’ve been spending so much time by his side because the anniversary of his sisters’ disappearance was coming up. But he kept insisting that he was fine and he really seemed like it.”

Chris looked at you before he sighed deeply. “I’ve really failed him.”

“And you betrayed me for Ashely!” Josh threw in with an angry glare. “Do you think she’ll want you after this? She’ll never get with you, Chris! Betraying your childhood friend for some girl and then never even getting some pussy? Maybe she just isn’t into fucking cowards!”

“Shut up.”

“Josh, shut the fuck up.” Mike snapped, weaker now. “Just shut up.”

“You two need to shut up! He’s obviously not in the right state of mind and you are not helping.” You shook your head and approached Josh, putting a hand to his cheek in the hopes of the gesture grounding him like it had done in the past. “Josh, Sweetheart, are you still with us?”

Josh blinked at you but his eyes weren’t focusing on yours anymore, just roaming your face aimlessly. “Have you come to rescue me, Honey? I am a damsel in distress, tied up by these fucking assholes over there and I need you.”

“Joshua, please.” You begged quietly, inching closer to his face. “I know you haven’t been taking your meds and you’re not in a good mental state right now but I know that we can work through this. We need your help. You just have to work with us here.”

He whispered your name in an airy voice before leaning into your touch and closing his eyes. You swallowed and kept your hand steady, whispering calming words at him and assuring him that he was not alone. When he finally looked up again, he seemed a little more focused but he was still not meeting your eyes.

“Good job, Sweetheart. We need your help, Joshua.”

“Will the monsters in the mines come and get me?”

“No, of course not.” You whispered, stroking his cheek comfortingly. “We’re not going to let that happen, okay? But you gotta work with us. I need to know if there are any more traps set up around the mountain.”

“Mike.” Josh slurred, leaning over on his stool to look at the other man in worry. “What happened to you?”

Mike just sighed, seemingly having calmed down. “Why don’t you go back to the lodge, Chris? Let everyone know that we’re fine. I think two of us are enough people to watch Josh.”

“A sleepover? Can-- can we order a pizza?” Josh asked quietly, still not focusing on anyone in particular. “Aren’t we going back to the lodge?”

“Not yet, Josh.” You said softly. “We’ll just stay here for a while. Mike will keep you tied up but I’ll stay with you to make sure you’re fine.”

“What about the monsters and Jess?”

“We’ll figure something out.”

Chris left and you spent the next twenty minutes sitting around with Josh and Mike, trying to get your boyfriend to talk to you. Mike was watching your efforts, sitting down on a nearby stool while you knelt on the floor next to Josh, trying to calm him down and get him to tell you whether or not there were more traps hidden on the mountain. He had known Josh for years but he’d never seen him in such a state and he was glad you were there because even though you’d previously stated that you had never seen him like this either you seemed to know what you were doing. Josh looked scared and panicked but your presence was apparently grounding him at least a little bit.

To Mike, it was no surprise that Josh seemed calmer in your presence because you had been a constant to him during this difficult time. But you weren’t just kind and caring with Josh. You were like that with all your friends, even when you yourself were not doing well and Mike felt terrible for all the things he’d said to you, especially the comment regarding your father. When he called out your name you looked up.

“I’m sorry I went off at you like that.”

“It’s alright.” You mumbled, shaking your head dismissively. “You were scared and worried for Jess. I get that. I mean, I yelled at Chris and Ashley earlier because I thought they were trying to prank me with Josh’s faked death. We’re all just really on edge. It’s fine.”

“And I’m especially sorry for what I said about your father. That was way out of line and I apologize.”

“It’s alright. Let’s just maybe talk about something else.”

Mike eyed you for a few seconds before nodding. “Just so you know, what happened was not your fault. Going through that at such a young age must have been terrible and I can’t even imagine how much Josh disappearing scared you.”

“Josh has always been there for me, you know?” You explained, standing up and placing a hand on Josh’s shoulder. “Have I ever told you how I met him? I mean, we shared almost all of our courses, we did a few projects together and got along as well as two classmates would, but I really met and befriended him after my father’s disappearance.”

“How so?”

“I was at the guidance counselor after I had gotten back to school. And she was a downright asshole, telling me that I should be glad no one had found a body yet and that I needed to focus on school now. I was sobbing and crying when I left -- I was only twelve years old at the time. So when we were done I hid under the stairs to the recess area and cried my eyes out. That’s where Josh found me. He had been on his way to the counselor after pulling a prank with Chris. He spent an hour comforting me, talking to me and just holding my hand. Eventually, the counselor found us and sent us to detention because I hadn’t gone back to class and Josh had never shown up for his appointment with her.”

“That counselor is going to leave people needing another counselor. She sounds like a terrible person.”

“She really was.” You shrugged before giving Mike a small smile. “But the silver lining of having to deal with her is that I got to meet Josh. He invited me home that day after detention and we spent hours watching horror movies. The first movie we watched was SAW and that’s why he chose a promposal themed after that movie when he asked me out in Junior Year.”

“They never did find your father, did they?”

“I mean, he was pronounced dead eventually but we never got to bury him.” You explained quietly. “And lately, my mom and I have just not gotten along as well as we used to. We have been fighting a lot over the last year because I spent so much time helping Josh. She felt neglected and she let it out on me. So, I spent more and more time with Josh, both of us being there for each other. I love him so much. Seeing him this terrified is so painful and while I understand that what he did was horrible, I feel like we shouldn’t keep him tied up here.”

“I’m sorry but I think keeping him like this is for the best.” Mike sighed softly. “But I’m glad you and Josh managed to be there for each other. I know he shut most of us out, so I’m glad that at least a few people could be there for him.”

“He’s been pretty secretive for the past few months, though. I remember one night while I was sleeping over when I woke up to find him gone and after looking for him for twenty minutes I found him in the study. He quickly shoved what he was doing away, telling me not to worry about it, and went back to bed with me.” You looked up at Mike with an apologetic expression. “In hindsight, I should have worried about it.”

Mike shook his head. “I know I accused you of helping him but now I see that it wasn’t your fault.”

“I should have known what was going on. I spent so much time with him. I should have noticed something was off.”

Before Mike could answer you heard Josh call out your name and you looked down to find him watching you, eyes now much more focused. When you asked what was wrong, he seemed much clearer and more comprehensive in his answer.

“Are there actually monsters in the mines?”

“Yes.” You nodded, once more kneeling down next to him and reaching out to stroke his cheek. “But I promise that none of them will get to you.”

“Josh, dude, we’ll watch out for you.” Mike promised. “I mean, I don’t know if I believe your girlfriend about that whole monster story but if there really are monsters, I’ll make sure they don’t get to you.”

“You’ll fight them off?”

“I’ll fight the monsters off, I promise.”

You quickly stood back up at Mike’s gentle and friendly way of talking to Josh, seeing your chance to get everyone back into the safety of the lodge. “Mike, can’t we take him back to the lodge? We can tie him up in there if you guys insist on that but we’d be much safer if we’re all there together.”

Mike thought for a few seconds before he nodded in agreement. “You’re probably right. I mean, we can keep an eye on him at the lodge, too. You wait here with Josh and I’ll ask everyone else, okay? I’ll give you my flashlight and you two wait it out here. Give me ten minutes.”

“Good idea.”

Mike clapped you on the arm once before leaving. You stayed back at the barn, crouching down next to Josh again as you waited for Mike to return. It wasn’t even five minutes later when you heard someone screaming and you quickly recognized that it was Emily, calling out for help and sounding absolutely terrified. Despite your better judgment you promised Josh you’d be right back and ran outside to help her, knowing full well what terrifying things were out there.

You made it halfway down the trail to the lodge when you ran into her. Emily breathed your name in relief and quickly ran up to you, ranting on and on about the creatures in the mines. After calming her down and telling her you believed her, she decided to go back to the lodge but you refused to go with her, explaining to her that Josh was alive and in the barn. Before either of you could make the decision to go get him a screeching noise sounded behind you and she grabbed your hand to pull you after her toward the lodge.

The two of you made it no more than five meters before one of the creatures jumped from the trees, landing on the ground in front of you, screeching and getting ready to attack. You separated, both falling backward into the snow and quickly trying to scramble back to your feet. When you got back up you saw that Emily had taken off in the direction of the lodge, looking back once so she could yell at you to follow her. But before you could do anything the creature cut off your way and in your fear, you sprinted into the forest, away from both the barn and the lodge.

You ran for what felt like hours but was most likely just a few minutes, eventually turning onto a path that led you back toward the barn. It was hard to keep going through your exhaustion, the cold, and your injuries from falling into the mine but you knew Josh needed your help. You only stopped when you collided with someone and upon looking up you saw that you had once more collided with Chris. But he wasn’t alone. Next to him stood a tall man, dressed in thick layers and with a scar adorning his face, a flamethrower strapped to his back.

“Is she with you?” The man asked, turning to Chris. “Where did she come from?”

“She was with my friend at the barn.” Chris explained before looking at you. “What happened? Where is Josh?”

“I heard Emily scream and ran to check on her. One of these creatures cut off our way and I ran away.” You looked at the man next to Chris. “Can you help us save Josh? He’s all alone in that barn!”

The man nodded and began moving again. “Come on. You can come with us and help. But you have to stay close by and be quiet.”

“Thank you.” You whispered, looking over your shoulder to find Chris following you. “Who is that man?”

“Long story.”

“We don’t have the time to explain.” The man said in a gruff voice, fixing Chris with a serious expression. “Keep moving or your friend is as good as dead.”

And as if to cement his claim a terrified screaming erupted from the direction of the barn. It was unmistakenly Josh’s voice and he was calling out to you, screaming your name and pleading for you to come back. You were running in his direction before either the man or Chris could stop you, but they quickly followed.

You just hoped you would be fast enough.

[simpforchuchu]

Written in the scars | part2

Prompts: DAY 7 - suffering in silence @febuwhump Characters: Tsukasa x reader Fandom: High and Low Summary: They still living hell but at least together.

A/n for prompts: Hello guys! This is my first time trying a prompt challenge. I hope you like the short fics I wrote. I will finish them by writing some of the requests I have. I love you 💜

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: mention of fights, injuries, scars, suicide and surgery, blood, panic attacks, mostly angst but fluffy ending

Part1

Tsukasa thought things had improved since that day. He felt like things had changed, that y/n was feeling better. The hard days were still going on, but he wanted to leave hell behind.

After getting the necessary ingredients at the market, he was choosing the snacks the young girl liked. There was a feeling inside him that he couldn't understand today, so he wanted to return home as soon as possible.

Y/n was setting the table for dinner. After placing the cups in her hand on the table, she took the plates she placed on the counter. While taking the plates, she did not notice the bottle next to her and when her elbow hit the bottle, the bottle fell to the ground.

The young girl sighed deeply, put the plates in her hands on the counter and looked at the broken glass pieces. She bent down to the ground and started picking up the large pieces.

She was careful when throwing large pieces into the trash can, but when a piece of glass cut her hand, she dropped it with pain. She looked at the blood flowing from her finger.

She thought she was better for a long time. Tsukasa was always there for her, they wanted to get back to their lives. But she felt like that fight had taken not only her voice but everything.

When she looked at the blood flowing on her hand, she felt her heart racing. She remembered the broken glass bottle stuck in her neck. She felt the scar on her neck hurt once again.

She put her hand on her chest, ignoring the blood on her hand. She wanted it to calm down. But it continued to beat very fast.

After a while, she felt that she was having difficulty breathing. With help from the fridge, She slowly sank to the floor and sat down. She pulled her knees up and took deep breaths.

She felt like all her struggle had been in vain. The scene that came before her eyes did not go away. She was collapsing to the ground in pain, while Tsukasa and his friends were looking at her in fear.

As her eyes slowly filled with tears, she began to hit her chest with her hand. Fear took over her entire body.

Tsukasa, unaware of everything, opened the outer door with his key and called inside.

“Baby, I'm back.”

He wasn't expecting an answer, of course, but he certainly wasn't expecting to hear loud breathing sounds either. He put the things in his hands aside, closed the door and quickly entered inside. He ran into the kitchen, where the lights were on, and when he saw his girlfriend on the floor with her knees pulled up to her stomach, he thought he was going to lose his mind.

“Y/n!”

He cried out and crouched down next to the young girl.

"What happened ? Are you okay ?"

Y/n felt like she could breathe again when she slowly looked up and saw her boyfriend. Tsukasa hugged her tightly as tears continued to flow from her eyes.

“It's over, I'm here. I'm with you. It's all over, it's okay."

The young girl could feel her heartbeat slowing down as she inhaled the scent of her lover hugging her. Tsukasa looked around. When he saw the broken glass pieces on the ground, he quickly examined the young girl.

Her hand was bleeding. It didn't look like a deep cut. Although he thought she was harming herself at first, he immediately gave up this idea.

He gently caressed the young girl's cheek and kissed her face.

“Let's clean your hands, wash your face. I'm here, I'll clean here too. And you will be fine. We will be fine. I love you so much, did you hear?

The young girl nodded with teary eyes. Tsukasa gently held the young girl's injured hand and kissed it. He slowly picked her up and walked with her to the bathroom.

She first cleaned the wound on her hand, then he helped her wash her face. He felt pain in his chest when he saw her red eyes.

Y/n took a deep breath and shook her head. She looked at her boyfriend in the mirror and tried to smile.

"I love you."

She just wanted to move her lips, but a low sound came out. When they both looked at each other in shock, Tsukasa hugged the young girl tightly, hearing her girlfriend's voice after months.

"Oh my god! I love you ! I love you too!"

HnL taglist : @straysugzhpe @tiddly-winx @ninamarie1994 @thatpoindexterpixy @koala-yuna @star2fishmeg @little-miss-naill

[paigelts05]

Bad Deduction [FNAF, Renegade AU]

Artwork: https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/Bad-Deduction-FNAF-Renegade-AU-1046547408

Story: https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/1046548951

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55526266

Published: Apr 28 2024

This was written for Vanweek, an event hosted by hallogenrobotics on tumblr dedicated to Vanny and Vanessa. I made this as the one thing I'm planning on doing for this event, and I based it on the second day AU prompt 'bad ending', but I'm using it as a regular prompt, meaning that this is day 1's Free space and free space means Renegade AU time, because it immediately gave me ideas and allowed me to flesh out what happened between the end of the Raid and before Prelude of Ruin. So here we have a post-Raid pre-Ruin scenario, where everyone thinks things are finally going to die down, but Faz Ent is planning on kidnapping Ness in order to "regain control over Vanny". A fact that makes Sylvia's thoughts that she'll be able to go home in a few days sting just a little more.

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Immediately after the Raid, Officer Vanessa Sylvia Blake's first dream is a horrible nightmare born from the little Seer's deductions. The Seer keeps trying to figure out every little detail of the megaplex, now more than ever thanks to having more information thanks to the Raid, but he manages to pull a sleeping Sylvia into his deductions too because of one ghost who had good intentions.

You see, Sylvia is posessed by Elizabeth and Gregory is posessed by Evan, and Liz wanted to help out her brother and the Seer whom he possesses, but she didn't know that it it would pull her own host into the deduction too.

Now in a mindscape born of information and deductions, Sylvia can't do anything but live through one of Gregory's Bad Deductions.

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[🌹 Worst night's sleep 🌹]

Sylvia was exhausted.

The Raid had taken a toll on both her body and mind, so as soon as she got back to her temporary accommodation and sat down on her bed, she fell asleep, still in her old, torn, and bloodied guard uniform.

Fire raged around Sylvia.

Where… Was she?

She couldn't see much at all, and couldn't hear anything over the fire alarm, but she ran towards what she hoped was an exit. All the smoke seemed to be traveling that way. Her head was too fuzzy to remember if that was the correct option or the wrong option. But she had to take that chance. Her brain felt as if it was as full of smoke as her lungs.

As she ran, she found herself running up a flight if stairs, and then she hit fresh air.

Fresh early morning air.

It was still dark.

She couldn't see the stars.

And not a person in sight.

She headed over the edge of the building, hoping to gain some bearings on where she was.

Sylvia didn't exactly know what she was seeing.

A white blob surrounded by red on the floor below the megaplex.

Why was she back at the megaplex? Why was she on the roof?

Hadn't she just left that place for good? The Raid was over now; she never had to step foot back in this place again, right?

She tried to remem-

It suddenly felt as if a huge chunk of her mind had been ripped out. Her memories were failing her. But she couldn't let that stop her.

She had to save her sister before she could leave this place.

Then once they were out, she'd be able to help Mike plan the Raid as they'd finally have proof of Faz Ent kidnapping Ness.

But something in her gut told her that there was no goal anymore.

As she kept on looking down at the shapes on the tarmack below, they made sense.

That was the Vanny costume.

'Strange, why would she just throw it off the roof? Did someone free her when I wasn't looking?'

She thought to herself as the scene below was still a blur in her mind.

She felt as if she knew that she was in denial.

She kept on looking, and noticed something she already knew would make her wish that she hadn't seen it.

The costume wasn't empty.

The mask was a smaller white blob, and she saw the distinctive bleached blonde hair; one of the many things William had forced her sister into doing was bleaching her hair.

She had already seen everything on the ground below clearly, but just didn't want to acknowledge what she was seeing.

She did not want to acknowledge what she was seeing.

Her sister was on the ground, surrounded by blood, at the foot of the fire escape.

And so was Freddy, broken beyond reasonable repairs.

Had… Freddy pushed Ness off of the roof?

Even from up here, it was clear that Ness was dead. There were no signs of breathing. Her neck was at an awkward angle. There was too much blood, and Sylvia knew what too much blood actually looked like.

Nothing short of possession would save Ness now.

She had one question on her mind.

Why?

Why did that bear kill her sister?

Sylvia couldn't will herself to move. No matter how hard she tried or how much she wanted to run down the fire escape steps, she could hardly move. The tears didn't stop falling either. She didn't know when she started crying, but she couldn't stop. And even if she could, she wouldn't. She couldn't stop shaking. The mere thought of moving made her feel as if she was going to collapse. The heat around her from the building burning below her made her feel as if she was going to burn, but even with the fire, she still felt cold.

Distant.

So very very dizzy.

A flood of memories hit her like a truck. The raid was over. This was all suposed to be over. Why was she back at the breach. Why was her sister's hair back to bleached blonde when she'd dyed it before the Raid. Why did Freddy push her sister off of the roof again. Why was she far too late to grab her like she did last time, during the Raid when William controlled Freddy into making that attempt on Ness's life?

Why was she seeing this horrid scene in front of her eyes.

Sylvia collapsed to her knees. If her sister was dead, then the past month of her life meant nothing. Everything she tried to achieve had just been ripped away. Her sister would never experience the freedom they'd worked so hard to reclaim.

She didn't care as everything faded as the fire surrounded her.

Because even if the fire escape was still functioning, she didn't see a point.

Sylvia woke up slowly. There was no scream, nor was there a moment of shooting up out of bed.

Instead, she crawled out of bed, still shaking. She slowly pulled herself to her feet, but collapsed to the floor with a loud thud. As she hit the ground, she felt her hands brush against her face. Her cheeks were burning with tears, and she hadn't even noticed.

As she tried to pull herself up again, she heard the door open.

"Is everything OK? Gregory said he heard crying and then a thud."

It was Ness. She was alive.

Sylvia tried to open her mouth to respond, but only a pained wail escaped.

Almost as if on instinct, Ness crouched down by her older sister's side and gave her a hug.

Ness didn't need to know the specifics of Sylvia's dream to know vaguely what happened: Gregory had nightmares about the Breach incident and Raid. Ness just figured that her older sister was just having much of the same.

[🌹 Explanations 🌹]

Sylvia went over to Ness, Luis, and Gregory's room for the rest of the night. As Ness got back into bed, Sylvia noticed that the laptop that stored a copy of all of the Breach incident security camera recordings was not only on, but plugged into the wall. And Gregory was sitting nearby, looking a bit nervous.

"Gregory, are you running deductions again?" Sylvia asked.

Gregory nodded.

"You don't need to. Please, let the adults handle this. I know you don't trust adults to handle stuff properly, and believe me, you're justified, but you're still a kid," Sylvia wasn't mad: she couldn't be. She tried doubly hard to make sure that her tone matched her intentions too, because she genuinely just wanted Gregory to go back to having a childhood, "Try to enjoy yourself whilst you can. Deduce the best speedrun for your favourite game or something, please."

Gregory shook his head. "What was your nightmare about?" He asked with a particular look in his eyes. One of knowing and seriousness. Sylvia knew the look in Gregory's eye: he wasn't trying to change the subject.

"I was on the megaplex rooftop, and from what I could put together, Freddy had pushed Ness off of the roof before I got there…" Sylvia replied.

Gregory nodded.

"I'm sorry," the kid mumbled, "I don't know how, but you're connected to my deductions."

"It's Elizabeth," Sylvia stated almost immediately, "you saw her during the Raid. She only starting to appear after my managers started to micro-inject remnant into me well before the Riot, and she's why I was put in therapy. She'd been somewhat dormant until the Raid. Then during it, she started manifesting more again. Then you remember, in the fight against Afton: she wanted him dead more than I did I swear, she just flat out took over and was the last push we needed to make William burn himself alive. She's really changed since the CL4 and EnTrap incidents."

"Go on," Gregory seeemd slightly confused, but also as if he understood everything.

"Basically, now Liz and I have the same sort of connection that you and Evan do, and the fact that Liz and Evan are siblings," Sylvia started, paused, and then took a deep breath before continuing, "But it's simpler than you think: Evan is just asking Liz for help with his deductions: Liz did passively observe my perspective of the Breach, and Evan really doesn't want to accidentally simulate Ness getting torn apart again."

"So how does that put you - the actual you - in my deductions?" Gregory asked, knowing that Sylvia probably already knew the answer.

"When Liz accepted to help with the deduction, she essentially just joined the deduction; simple as that. And guess who also wound up getting dragged in because her body is connected to Liz's ghost because she's possessing me: me."

Gregory was silent for a moment before he replied. "How did you figure this out?"

"I just figured it out I guess. Helps that dealing with stuff like this is my day job. I'm sure you've noticed that you just know things that only Evan should know about," Sylvia mused, she would have not been entirely sure if it wasn't for the fact that she has spent plenty of time around posessed folk and had to learn how it all worked for her job as a paranormal responder, "It's that. Well, it's a bit more complex than that, but it's basically that: we can sometimes feel each others thoughts and emotions because she lives in my central nervous system."

"Figured as much," Gregory nodded, "I keep remembering the war that Evan died in, so you knowing that Liz agreed to help with deductions and you getting dragged in as a result should have been obvious."

"You're like, ten or something, knackered from the Raid, and have been running deductions - with memory locking - instead of sleeping. I'm surprised that you actually remember who I am," Sylvia gave Gregory a pat on the head as she spoke, "get some rest, kid."

Gregory nodded as he shut the laptop and clambered into bed.

Meanwhile, Sylvia bunkered down at the side of Ness and Luis's bed.

"Aren't you going back to your own room?" Gregory whispered.

Sylvia shook her head. "I don't think I'll be able to sleep without being in the same room as my sister tonight, if I can sleep at all."

"Fair. G'night," Gregory shrugged before falling asleep.

And that left Sylvia alone again.

"Everything ok?" She heard Ness's voice.

Sylvia had to stop herself from jumping; she'd forgotten that her sister was also awake. Ness was just so quiet these days, and just how quiet she was was pretty unnerving, unnerving because Sylvia knew why and how.

Sylvia shook her head. "No, I'm not. I saw you almost die so many times during the Raid, and Liz decided to help Gregory and Evan run deductions, which dragged me into it, which made me have to see you die during that deduction."

As she had spoke, her voice had shook, starting off with a small shake, and ending with Sylvia practically in tears, barely holding on.

She didn't think too much about the silence after she had spoke until she found herself in her sisters arms. Ness had managed to sneak to her side without Sylvia noticing. That much was expected; Ness had had a trial by fire in terms of having to learn to move around silently: William had demanded perfection and had dished out harsh punishments when perfection was not obtained; inhumanely unfair, seeing as that madman had been practically piloting Ness like a meat puppet the whole time that he had controlled her for whilst at the megaplex, so he had - to put it bluntly - been punishing Ness for his own shortcomings birthed of years of inactivity. Thinking about what William had put her little sister through made Sylvia cry even more.

"It's ok. I survived everything William threw at me during the Raid, and that nightmare of yours was just one of Gregory's deductions," Ness cooed as she held her sobbing sister, "and, if William wants to possess me again, he has to do so normally. His 'alternative vector' won't work anymore."

"Alternative vector?" Sylvia asked, "like, as in VR headsets?"

Ness shook her head. "Nope," she smiled, "that old family heirloom that I thought was the whole reason why he was able to possess me in the first place. 1 - it's broken now, and 2 - all it does, well did, was reduce my resistance to possession. Our great great great grandma was a medium who was resistant to possession so getting posessed hurt more, so she made it to help her help ghosts better and not be in agony so much, but cos it was made so so long ago, before anyone started to bother understanding ghosts, it had a bunch of complications. Like being tied to our bloodline because the use of it inadvertantly filled it with remnant - which GGG Gran did not know about either. So, it was only really useful to William because I already had a blood tie to it and a low possession resistance. It basically let him slip out of the headset he was hiding in and into me without causing the tell-tale pain that getting posessed by Mr I-got-springlocked-three-or-more-times would cause."

"So that's why when it happened to Cassey, she passed out, but when it happened to you, all you felt was pain in your eyes from where he jumped from the headset to you," Sylvia mumbled.

"That's right!" Ness nodded, "and that's why I was in pain when he tried to possess me during the Raid."

Sylvia started to shake. She briefly remembered how she felt when she had been posessed: she had been the second. Between Jeremy and Cassey. To think her sister had gone through such pain? After all this? Sylvia found her cheeks drenched in tears; she couldn't stop crying.

"I just made it worse didn't I…" Sylvia heard Ness mumble before her little sister sighed, "well, I guess I'll just have to keep you company untill you go back to sleep."

Sylvia didn't remember when she nodded off, and she didn't remember if she'd had a dream or not. But her back and butt ached from sitting on the floor all night. She panicked for a moment until she saw Ness still sitting beside her, asleep, breathing, and Sylvia only then realised that she was leaning on Ness.

As she pulled herself together and thought about the day ahead, Sylvia thought to herself, "just a few more days in this cursed town, just gotta get through the paperwork and questioning, and we'll all be able to go home."

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