#but damn do i feel like i’ve been stabbed in the chest

[thirdwifeofriversong]

i just finished Cryoburn for the first time… holy fuck

Aftermaths is many things.

Chief among them a reminder, in five parts and an epigraph, that drabbles are very much an artform as the author efficiently rips your heart out.

[ladycaramelswirl]

definitely not old

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

A/N: Did I create an extremely improbable scenario just to suit my need to create another highly improbable scenario? Yes. Do I care that it’s unrealistic? No. Please forgive any typos/ grammatical errors. 

CW: suggestive content, but not explicit (like 15+?). Use of y/n one time. (Technically this would probably warrant one of those hostile workplace environment seminars like they had for Derek and Penelope. But it’s funny? Idk this isn’t serious.) Sassy Hotch. Crack plot tbh. 

Also I know the timeline doesn’t really make sense, because JJ is a profiler and Emily and Rossi exist, but I imagined Season 1 Spencer while writing this! I guess it’s 2005? Btw I do not know how tapes work, so just pretend it makes sense please. This is so unserious. 

Summary: reader wife and Hotch are private people; the BAU team is nosy. Spencer is just constantly in the right place at the wrong time. 

Enjoy!

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The screen in front of you depicted horror - just not the kind the BAU was used to. The UnSub had confessed to leaving a message in an old tape. He had already been arrested, but you were all hoping it might contain something that might help the conviction stick. Only he was extremely paranoid, so not only had he left the message in a code, but he had spliced it into a tape he thought people were least likely to watch. His p***. It was the last thing to do for the case and everyone was trying to help. You all sit at the round table, and Spencer shifts in his seat, clearly uncomfortable. Derek laughs at his shyness and Emily laughs at the very unrealistic movements. She and JJ tilt their heads at the shape the two on the screen have put themselves into. 

“That does not look comfortable”, JJ mocks. 

The words are out of your mouth before you think. “Trust me it’s not”. 

Everyone at the table snaps their heads to look at you. 

“Damn Mama”, Derek laughs. “Who are you doing these moves with?”

You try to hold back a laugh. You were not ready to share about your sex life with your colleagues, no matter how close you were. Plus you’re pretty sure Aaron would not appreciate it. 

“That is inappropriate workplace conversation”, you say, pausing the video. “And you’re going to miss the next series of code”, you tell him, trying to get him to revert his attention back to the video. Emily grins at your attempted evasion.

“We already got all the code. She just doesn’t want us to tell Hotch she’s capable of all that. Doesn’t want to make the old man feel bad”.

“He’s not old. He’s only 5 years older than you”, you remind her. She puts a hand on her chest in mock offense like you’ve stabbed her. You roll your eyes. “And this is still inappropriate”.

“So it wasn’t Hotch”, Derek laughs. 

“You’re just annoyed because you haven’t tried it yourself”, you deflect, moving to sit next to Spencer who seems to actually be doing his job. 

“I’ve seen her do yoga and she’s very flexible, so if she couldn’t do it I don’t think you can”, JJ tells Morgan. 

“Oh you have no idea what I’m capable of”, he teases, which earns laughs from around the table. “I’m better than the old man for sure”. They all start laughing and talking about you and Hotch. 

You roll your eyes. “Wasn’t old in bed last night”, you mutter under your breath. You startle at the sound of a book hitting the floor and see Spencer’s bright red face. JJ, Derek and Emily look over in curiosity at what they might have missed, but you ignore them, attempting to give Spencer an apology for making him uncomfortable. He moves to drink his coffee in an attempt to avoid more of the conversation. Only he chokes on it because Hotch enters the room. 

“Have you finished working out the code?”

Everyone’s heads snap to him - JJ, Emily and Derek wearing matching grins. Hotch eyes you patting a coughing Spencer’s back.

“Are you alright?”, he asks. 

“Yes! Good! I’m good!”, Spencer squeaks, afraid Hotch is going to ask him why he’s so nervous. Aaron looks to you for some answers but before you can tell him it’s nothing, Spencer suddenly stands up.

“Got the code! Going to call the local PD. DA is waiting”, he warbles before you all watch him run out of the room. Hotch turns back to the rest of you. 

“Well then that wraps it up. Go home now, get some rest”, he instructs. Everyone starts packing up. You and Hotch walk towards the door when he realises there’s only 6 of you in the room. 

“Where’s Dave?”, he asks.

You’re about to tell him Rossi went to the bathroom when the Italian walks back in. Rossi immediately notes the paused video.

“Wow that looks uncomfortable”, he remarks. Everyone smirks in your direction. Hotch snakes an arm around your waist and looks at the screen. Then at you. 

“It was, wasn’t it?”

He smiles at the jaws dropping to the floor. 

“Good night everyone”.

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A little bonus scene:

In his office later:

“You heard us talking before you came in the room didn’t you”, you question your husband. He was so private, he wouldn’t have said something like that otherwise. 

“They called me old”, Aaron grumbles, but his tone is amused. “Just wanted to shock them a little”.

You make your way over to his side of the desk, pulling him to stand up beside you. 

“Well Agent Hotchner, I have to tell you, there’s been some speculation about your performance”, you taunt. “Care to prove them wrong?”

“Last night wasn’t enough proof?”, he laughs raising an eyebrow. You run your hands up his chest and behind his neck, pulling him close. 

“The results were inconclusive”, you tease. He grabs your hips and traps you between himself and his desk, his mouth trailing kisses down your jaw. 

“Well I can’t have that kind of speculation going around”, he murmurs into your skin. Your breath hitches from the sensation of his lips on the sensitive spot on your neck. But instead of continuing, he pulls away and meets your eyes in a conspiratorial grin. “We should do an in house evaluation as soon as possible”.

You open your mouth to reply when the door swings open, Spencer finding you sandwiched between Hotch’s thighs and your blouse rumpled. His mouth drops open and suddenly all 187 iq points mean nothing when his brain loses function.

“Oh- I- um- sorry!”, he manages before running away. You stare at the slammed door then back at Aaron and burst into giggles. He drops his head to your shoulders and sighs. 

“I feel like a teenager”, he groans.

“At least you don’t feel old.”

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Bonus bonus: 

Still in the conference room: 

“I want to go back to 10 minutes ago when I didn’t know this information”, Emily moans. 

“I think I need 5 more minutes before I can form a coherent thought”, JJ laughs in disbelief. Spencer walks back in.

“I finished my report. Where’s Hotch and y/n? Can we go home?”

“Probably doing it in his office for all we know”, Derek mutters.

Spencer’s brows furrow in confusion. “Doing what in his office?”

Rossi raises an eyebrow at Emily. “Is this kid serious?”

She shrugs back at him. 

“Spence, Hotch says we can go home. But you should probably report about what local PD told you before you go”, JJ tells him.

Spencer nods and makes his way to Hotch’s office. The rest of the team watch him walk away.

“You think we should have told him to knock before going in?”

“Probably.”

The sound of a high pitch yelp and the slam of an office door echo down the hallway. 

“Oops.”

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thank you for reading :)

masterlist

[shybluebirdninja]

Swipe Right, Bub

Summary: Logan’s usually tough persona crumbles when he gets nervous before your Tinder date, and it’s clear he has no idea how dating apps work.

Pairing             : Mutant!Logan Howlett x Human!Fem-reader Genre              : Fluff

Logan wasn’t sure how the hell he ended up here. Sitting at a bar, staring at his phone like it was about to explode, waiting for a Tinder date. Tinder. He hated that damn app. The whole swiping thing made him feel like an idiot. And the fact he’d even gotten matched? Probably a glitch.

But here he was, in a flannel that was definitely not “date night material” and boots that still had a bit of mud on them. Real smooth.

When the door swung open, you stepped in, scanning the room for him. Logan straightened up like he’d just been caught doing something illegal, but when your eyes landed on him, you smiled. Shit, he thought, she’s way outta my league. You were looking real nice—too nice for someone like him who smelled like cigars and had seen more fights than anyone should in ten lifetimes.

You waved, walking over, and Logan fought the urge to bolt out of the bar. This was stupid. He wasn’t cut out for this kind of thing.

“Hey, Logan, right?” you asked, sliding onto the stool next to him.

“Uh, yeah. That’s me,” he muttered, already fidgeting with the label on his beer bottle like it was suddenly the most interesting thing in the room.

The awkward silence stretched for a beat, and Logan could feel the sweat gathering under his collar. You looked way too comfortable, like you were doing this for fun while he was sitting there trying not to screw up everything.

“First Tinder date?” you asked, clearly amused by his discomfort.

Logan let out a low grunt. “Somethin’ like that. Ain’t exactly my thing.”

“Yeah, I kind of figured.” You grinned, leaning in a bit. “You look like the type who’d smash his phone before swiping right.”

“Almost did,” Logan admitted, running a hand through his wild hair. “Had to get the damn app downloaded twice ‘cause I broke the first phone.”

You laughed—like, full-on laughed—and Logan couldn’t help but smirk a little. At least you weren’t bored.

“So,” you started, leaning on the bar, “you’re, uh, not big on technology then?”

Logan shook his head, his fingers tapping the bar in some anxious rhythm. “Last time I trusted somethin’ mechanical, it was trying to kill me. Ain’t a fan.”

“That sounds... dramatic.”

“You’d be surprised.” He took a swig of his beer, trying to calm down the stupid fluttering in his chest. Was he… nervous? He’d fought in wars, been stabbed more times than he could count, but a simple date was making him sweat like a rookie.

You started chatting, talking about your job, your hobbies, how weird the whole dating app scene was. Logan didn’t say much, but honestly, he didn’t mind. You were easy to listen to. You weren’t pushy, not asking him a ton of questions, and it was nice.

But you noticed after a while, because of course you did. “Oh god, I’m just talking your ear off, aren’t I?” you said, looking a little embarrassed. “I haven’t even asked anything about you.”

Logan just shrugged, trying to act casual. “Don’t mind listenin’. You’re good at it.”

Shit, did that sound creepy? He cleared his throat, hoping you didn’t think he was being weird.

“You sure? I mean, you probably have way more interesting stories than I do. You seem like the type who’s lived a pretty wild life,” you teased, sipping your drink.

Logan gave a small, gruff chuckle. “Yeah, you could say that.” He didn’t exactly want to drop the “I’ve lived for over a century and fought in every war imaginable” bomb. Not the best first date conversation.

But you just smiled, completely oblivious to his internal struggle. “Well, next round, it’s your turn to talk. Fair’s fair, right?”

“Yeah… maybe,” he muttered, looking away. He wasn’t great at the whole “opening up” thing. He’d rather let you ramble about your dog or how you almost burned your apartment down trying to make pasta. That was easy stuff.

You reached out, patting his arm, and Logan stiffened like he’d just been hit with a stun gun.

“Don’t worry,” you said, with that killer smile of yours. “I’m not gonna grill you. But if you ever wanna share any of those stories, I’m all ears.”

Logan tried to play it cool, but the second you touched his arm, his brain short-circuited. Smooth, real smooth, he thought, glaring at his beer like it was to blame for how awkward he was being.

Just then, your phone buzzed, and you glanced down at it, frowning. “Ah, crap, sorry, work’s calling. Gotta run,” you said, standing up. Logan’s heart sank a little. The night was over, and he hadn’t even gotten a chance to not screw things up.

But then, out of nowhere, you leaned down and kissed his cheek. And just like that, the Wolverine—the guy who had metal claws and could heal from a damn nuclear bomb—blushed. Full-on, red-faced, no-way-to-hide-it blushed.

“I had a great time,” you said softly. “Maybe we can do this again?”

Logan, caught completely off guard, could barely form a coherent thought. “Uh, yeah. Sure. If you, uh, want. I mean, yeah. Definitely. Next time.”

You smiled, amused at his sudden inability to speak, and gave a little wave. “Cool. I’ll text you.”

Logan watched you leave, still sitting there, his face burning, his heart doing things it hadn’t done in decades. He couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face as he muttered to himself, “Holy shit, she’s gonna text me.”

[chaggie4ever]

Ok I need to get this off my chest: people need to stop hating on my girl for her final performance against Lute. Vaggie has been out of practice for 3.5 YEARS (42 months), during which she lost her depth perception and wings and hid her identity, which definitely limited her ability to train (not even accounting for the psychological torment and phantom pains). Meanwhile Lute has been living her best life in heaven, likely training every day to keep her position and fully intact.

She has one month to prepare and learn some basic self defense. Now mind you, training montages are hilarious because after the first week if you’re doing it right you probably can barely move out of soreness XD (the ONLY accurate portrayal I’ve seen was on Galavant, which everyone should watch - it’s a medieval musical with a similar tone to HH). I’ll cover more on her and Carmilla separately.

Then Lute proceeds to watch the entire final battle while Vaggie is busy killing at least four angels by my count. When they fly up to Adam and Lute, she immediately sucker stabs Dazzle, dropping them hundreds of feet and disarming Vaggie in the process.

Despite all of this, Vaggie is able to stop a full force sword charge directly at her eye bare handed. She deflects several more vicious blows, using tools in her environment to help (shard of glass, radio). Yes she is losing. She is unarmed and see above… also unused to fighting with long hair even pulled up XD (as an aside, I absolutely LOVE how Carmilla pulls her hair down the moment Vaggie complains when training lol).

She gets a few more face cuts while we watch Charlie stab Adam, and ends up on the ground reaching for her weapon, which Lute uses to stab her hand before stupidly leaving it while gloating. Yes, Lute could (and should) have ended her here. I have a few separate theories on why that did not happen (later post). But regardless of the reasoning, Lute’s hubris left Vaggie alive enough to goad her second wind by mentioning Charlie. And Vaggie was SMARTER (and ultimately more spirited).

Now the tables have turned but Vaggie spared Lute, more out of spite than kindness but ultimately because of Charlie. Lute only has her left arm pinned; she should have stopped the spear but basically asked for death. This is also deserving of it’s own analysis but I think all angels hate themselves :(

Vaggie leaves and when she no longer has her undivided attention, Lute is irate enough to rip off her arm and pin her. Vaggie isn’t fighting at this point, she’s trying to get to Charlie but was sucker punched/tackled. Pretty understandable imho… interesting theories that Lute may have ironically saved Vaggie’s life here. I love her but she’s not stronger than Adam :( I’ll keep these Yuri headcannons to myself for now XD

Ironically, I think this may end very badly for Vaggie and Chaggie (if Lute kills anyone I will kill everyone and then myself), especially after Adam’s death. We haven’t even seen Vaggie cry but Lute now has. The same girl who just pulled her own arm off in sheer rage (seriously what’s up with her brute strength XD).

But ultimately, while I don’t feel comfortable saying Vaggie properly won this fight, she did a damn good job with what she had available and people need to stop hating on this character! Lute definitely did not win. And I’m REALLY hoping for a proper rematch because given Lute’s HATRED, she clearly feels at least challenged by Vaggie, one of Adam’s “best girls” who likely had at least Lute’s 275 kills annually… AND/OR she was dumped right before Vaggie’s last extermination and all the yuri 😍🥰😘😇🤣

[yanderecrazysie]

Soulmate Song (Part 2) Yandere Bakugou

Requested on my Quotev! This turned out baaad but whatever.

Part 1: here

Title: Soulmate Song (Part 2)

Pairings: Yandere! Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, soulmate AU, spoiler for Bakugou’s hero name, swearing

Summary: Your soulmate is not exactly what you pictured.

Your laughter mixed with the sound of the ocean crashing against the shore as you walked away. Bakugou clenched his fists and narrowed his eyes. He wasn’t used to being ignored- much less by his soulmate.

He’d never cared about having a soulmate before. He had always scoffed at the idea of fate picking out some girl for him. But now that he knew you existed, that you had existed out here without him for so long, it made him angry as hell.

You were weak. But that wasn’t really your fault, was it? You weren’t blessed with a strong quirk like him (he’d checked the quirk registries, your quirk was laughably weak) and you hadn’t trained tirelessly to become a hero like he had. 

And the fact that you were weak just made him want to protect you all the more.

He strode across the beach towards you, hands shoved in his pockets. Maybe if he appeared casual, you wouldn’t be frightened like he knew you would be. Someone as weak as you was surely as jumpy as a mouse.

Before he could catch up to you, however, you spun around and crossed your arms over your chest, fixing him with a furious glare, “What do you want?” 

So you were fiery, huh? He liked it.

His lips curled into a smirk, “What do I want? My soulmate of course.”

Your friend gave you a look of surprise, leaning in to whisper, “Is he your soulmate?”

“You didn’t tell your friend?” Bakugou laughed, somewhat bitterly. He had kind of expected- maybe hoped- that you had told everyone you knew about your connection to a guy as famous as him.

You shrugged, “It didn’t seem important.”

Rage roared in Bakugou’s chest and he gritted his teeth. It wasn’t important? He wasn’t important. How dare you- weak, helpless, stupid you- say something so offensive?

You looked him dead in the eyes and said, “Soulmate or not, I don’t owe you a damn thing.”

A shadow fell over Bakugou’s ruby eyes as he lowered his head for a moment, trying to force himself to stay calm. He stepped closer, half-snarling, “You don’t even know me. I could keep you safe. Someone like you’s bound to get into trouble.”

“Please,” you rolled your eyes, “I’ve been taking care of myself just fine without you.”

“Someone with a healing quirk? Like you?” Bakugou lifted his head to grin at you, “What’re you gonna do when the bad guys come after you? Make them feel better?”

He had hit a sore spot. You came storming up to him, stabbing your finger into his chest, “Listen here, hero, I don’t give a fuck about you so just stay the fuck away from me. We aren’t soulmates, not anymore. I reject our bond.”

Pain stabbed through Bakugou’s chest and it had nothing to do with your poking and all to do with the bond between you both. Rejecting a bond was very rare and very painful, and yet, here you were, attempting to put him through that.

Your friend gasped softly and hurriedly said, “Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure,” you snapped.

Bakugou’s expression suddenly changed and he nodded, “Alright, we’ll see how that works out for you. Pretty soon, you’ll be screaming for my help.”

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When you arrived home, your door was wide open. The dark entryway seemed ominous instead of welcoming. You reached for your phone immediately and dialed 1-1-0. 

“What’s your emergency?” A calm, female voice asked you on the other line.

“Hi, um, I think my house has been robbed. The door’s wide open and I’m scared to go inside,” you said, eyes trained on your doorway, looking for movement.

“What’s the address?” The emergency worker asked.

You gave her your address and there was a long pause. Finally, she said, “I’ll send a hero to your location.”

A chill ran down your spine, “Actually, could you send the police instead?”

“No, I’ve been told to send a hero to your location,” she replied.

“Which hero?” You asked, slight panic edging into your voice. You had a very bad feeling about this suddenly.

Click. The line went dead. She had hung up on you.

“Aren’t they supposed to stay on the line until the hero gets there?” You wondered wearily.

Movement caught your eye, and you watched as a figure approached the doorway, emerging from the darkness. Your heart plummeted to the pits of your stomach as Bakugou came into the light.

“Oh, honey,” Bakugou’s voice dripped with sarcasm and victory, “A robber? In your house? That’s just a shame.”

He held out a hand to you and, even though he was across the street, you stumbled backwards, trying to put even more distance between the two of you. He snickered at your frightened response, eyes swirling with excitement.

“Why don’t you come inside?” Bakugou suggested. 

“I promise I won’t bite.”

[itsghvstfvce]

WHAT'S IN A NAME | PART 2

pairing : tara carpenter x fem!reader

summary : you can keep running, but you can't run from who you are. | read part 1 here!

word count : 4.1k

warnings : scream vi spoilers but anika lives here bc she deserves better, violence stab stab stab, mentions of blood, swearing, reader is momentarily athletic, and as usual, shitty non-proofread writing lmao

Tara drags you back to her apartment with Sam and the rest of her friends that evening.

As you expected, Sam was not on board with you staying with them since you were practically a stranger to everyone. But once she saw Tara beg with the cutest pout on her face, Sam knew there was nothing she could do. She did, however, stick to your side for the entirety of the trip home to ensure you don’t do anything funny which was pretty damn intimidating; after seeing what happened at the frat party, you knew better than to fuck with the older Carpenter. Tara, Mindy, and Chad all snickered at the obvious nervousness that was evident on your face despite your protests of not feeling nervous at all.

At the apartment, Chad and Mindy set the table for dinner while you and Tara prepare the food. The two of you steal quick glances at each other, smiling as you silently check each other out.

“So where’d you learn to cook?” Tara finishes chopping carrots then drops them in the pot and you start stirring, adding a variety of seasoning at the same time to enhance its flavour.

“Self-taught. Ever since I came to the city, I had to learn how to live on my own which meant learning how to cook.”

“Where’d you move from? Do you keep in touch with your parents?”

You halt your movements at the mention of your parents and Tara takes immediate notice of this.

“Sorry, I must have hit a nerve. You don’t need to answer, I get-”

“No, you’re good,” you place the ladle down to the side and face the younger Carpenter to give her your full attention.

“Most of my life I stayed in Cali. I decided to leave for college because I wanted to see what else the world had to offer.”

“And you thought New York was the best place to go?” Tara raises her eyebrow.

You chuckled at Tara’s remark, “well it did lead me to you so yeah, I think it was,” you didn’t mean to come off as flirtatious but it’s the truth. Running away and coming to New York allowed you to meet Tara, who is now all smiles and tries to fight the pink tint that was making its way onto her cheeks, causing you to smile too.

“And your parents?” Her smile fades slightly, knowing she may be treading in dangerous waters. You take a deep breath in before answering her.

“My parents are good people. I have nothing against them.”

“Then why do you get tense when I bring it up?”

“It’s just that we haven’t talked since I came here. I’m sure they didn’t want me to move out but I pushed for it anyway, so I’ve been hesitant to reach out; only because I don’t know if they’d want to talk to me after leaving them,” Tara takes notice in the way your breath hitches slightly, trying to hold back the tears from falling. You really missed your parents; you didn’t want to run away but you couldn’t handle the life you had at home.

Tara walks towards you and grabs your hand that was gripping the counter. You relax at her touch, and she leans her head into your chest.

“I’m sure they miss you as much as you miss them, Y/N. They’re your family and family is always going to be there when you need them to be, whether you like it or not,” Tara then takes a quick look at Sam who was placing extra pillows and blankets down for everyone and a small smile makes its way onto her face. “But just know that you don’t need to contact them right away. Do it when you feel ready.”

“I honestly don’t see that happening anytime soon, but I’m definitely thinking on it.”

She takes her head off your chest and looks at you, eyes darting between the both of yours and you find yourself getting lost in her dark brown orbs once again. But to your surprise, the shorter girl takes a step back, her gaze moving from your eyes to the ground and the hem of her shirt suddenly becomes more interesting.

“I think you should get out of the city, though. Like, the three of you I mean, I wouldn’t blame any of you if you wanted to go. We put you guys in a lot of danger and-”

“That’s very thoughtful of you Tara, but I don’t think I’m going anywhere,” she glances up from her shirt to meet your eyes again but the sudden sound of fake gagging catches the both of you off guard.

“Will you two just make out already?” Mindy complains while setting the cutlery on the table.

“Mindy that is so inappropriate, come on dude!” your face heats up at the embarrassment while Tara and Chad just laugh at the current scene in front of them. But the atmosphere immediately changes when Anika points out the news being reported - Sam was being accused for the killings that took place last year in Woodsboro and they claim she placed the blame on Richie and Amber. When Sam mutes the TV and marches to the dining table, you plant yourself beside Anika while Tara, Mindy, and Chad try to comfort the eldest, deciding that it wasn’t your business to meddle in right now.

“So you and Tara, huh?” Anika asks out of the blue, nudging your arm with her elbow.

“Nah, I think it’s way too early to be saying there’s anything between us.”

“But you like her, don’t you? I mean come on, you look at her the way Mindy and I look at each other.” You simply smile and shake your head. You knew what the truth was anyway and judging by the smile on your face, Anika probably knew the truth now too.

Then multiple phones start going off at once, including yours. Hesitant, you pull out the device from your sweater pocket, and once it’s unlocked, you’re greeted with a picture of Quinn being attacked by Ghostface in her room. First you whip your head towards her door, then turn to the four still sitting at the table before all of you get up and crowd in front of Quinn’s room, grabbing Tara by the arm and pulling her close to you to stop her from doing anything irrational.

The screaming and the banging suddenly stop. The silence is eerie. The six of you stand outside Quinn’s room waiting for any sound or sign of life.

You wait.

And wait.

And wait. Until Mindy finally breaks the silence.

“Run!”

The door opens and Ghostface shoves a butchered Quinn towards all of you. The corpse falls on top of Anika and she lets out a blood curdling scream, leaving you frozen in your spot. Chad grabs Tara and they sprint towards the exit, the younger Carpenter yelling for you to follow but the rest of you couldn’t. Ghostface was right in front of you, and if any of you tried running, he could tackle you immediately.

You’re still frozen. You want to move but your feet are stuck to the ground, and you feel helpless. But you finally gain control of your body when he comes forward and slashes Mindy in the arm. As Sam frantically looks for a knife and you apply pressure to Mindy’s arm, Anika tries to hold onto his legs to stop him from hurting Mindy any more, but it backfires when he wraps his hand around Anika’s neck. She visibly turns red and struggles to get him off of her, but it was no use; he's much stronger than she is. Ghostface effortlessly picks Anika up, hand still tight around her neck, and slams her right against the brick wall where he plunges and twists the knife right into her abdomen causing another scream to escape from her throat. He mercilessly sinks the knife even deeper into the girl, making her scream even louder than she already was.

You glance towards the kitchen to find Sam still trying to find any kind of weapon. Realizing she was taking too long, you release Mindy’s arm and rush towards Ghostface, grasping his shoulder and turning him to face you before swinging a right hook right to his face. With no other option, Sam grabs the knife block and knocks Ghostface in the head making him fall to the ground. You help Anika up while Sam assists Mindy, and the four of you run into Quinn’s bedroom. Meanwhile, Tara realizes none of you were behind her and yells at Chad to go back upstairs, but to her demise, the door was locked and she left her keys inside. She begins to panic, worried about what could happen to her sister, her friends, but most importantly, you. Chad wraps his arm around the girl and starts leading her down the stairs.

You plop Anika down beside Mindy and watch as Sam holds the door closed. The banging stops after a while, but Sam notices the bathroom door was open.

“Y/N, the bathroom door, hurry!” Sam whispers, and you rush to go close it.

“Oh fuck! That guy’s dead,” you cry out loud, frightened by the sight of a carved up man in a literal blood bath. Distracted, you nearly miss Ghostface at the door and you frantically try to shove him out of the bathroom, slamming the door onto him multiple times. He manages to plant his knife into your left shoulder, luckily missing your carotid artery due to the awkward angle. You scream out in pain but still push with all your might to get him out the door. Sam comes to your side to help you push, and when he’s finally outside, you lock the door and help Sam push the dresser to block it. Ghostface doesn’t stop banging and kicking the door so you lean against the dresser to add extra weight. In the corner of her eye, Sam catches sight of Danny in the neighbouring building and he brings out a ladder for the four of you to climb across. With no other choice, Sam reluctantly agrees with his plan.

“You guys go first, Y/N!”

“What? No! Somebody needs to hold the door, let Anika and Mindy go first, then I’ll be right behind you Sam. Go!”

Just as you instructed, you watch as the three of them slowly but safely make their way across the ladder. Once they were all in the safety of Danny’s apartment, they all cry out for you and you look at the door one last time before rushing to the window.

“Come on, Y/N! Slow and steady, you can do this!”

You were never really afraid of heights, but the thought of having to cross a very unstable ladder that was high up in the air just to escape a killer heightened your anxiety by tenfolds. You breathe in deeply before taking your first step, carefully shifting your body weight as needed to avoid making the ladder more than it needed to. The encouraging words that were once spilling from the audience standing at Danny’s window start to become less frequent and eventually stop all together, causing you to stop in your tracks. You look up at them for the first time and find all of them looking like deer caught in headlights.

“What?”

“Y/N, you have to move right now!” Mindy yells almost in desperation.

You turn your head and you find the familiar black and white mask managed to make it into Quinn’s bedroom. You’ve only made it just halfway across and with Ghostface now trying to throw you off the ladder, you tried to pick up your pace.

“Come on Y/N, you gotta move!” Sam yells as Mindy and Anika watch nervously, trying their best to help Danny weigh the ladder down and keep it stable. Despite their efforts, it becomes harder to keep yourself steady. Ghostface repeatedly tosses the ladder up and down and he eventually gets it to turn over on its side so it’s no longer parallel to the ground. Everyone who was watching scream and cry in horror, fearing you'd fall right off but you maintain a solid grip. You looked down and watched how your legs dangled in the air. Your hands were getting sweatier with each moment that passed by and Ghostface clearly wasn’t going to stop until he saw your body smothered on the ground beneath you.

“Y/N you can do this, we got you! Don’t look down!”

Their voices made you look up and you can see the desperation they had to keep you alive. Gathering all the energy you had left, you swing your body to give yourself momentum and cross the remainder of the ladder Tarzan style. You’re finally able to reach for Sam’s hand but you lose your grip on it when Ghostface gives the ladder one last toss, leaving you to hang on the ladder with one hand. The blood and sweat that was on your hand was making you slip more and more until you could no longer hold yourself up. As your hand releases the ladder, Sam, Mindy, and Anika scream at the sight of your body falling in the air. You curl yourself up in attempts to protect your head and break the fall using your left shoulder by making direct contact with the dumpster that was beneath you before rolling off of it and onto the ground. Your entire left shoulder, along with some of your ribs and God knows what other bones in your body, were definitely shattered from the impact and you also felt extremely light headed, but the important thing is you weren’t dead. You deliver that message to Ghostface when you catch him looking out the window, flipping him off with a smirk on your face as the three girls sob and breathe a sigh of relief.

You wake up on a stretcher just outside an ambulance to find Tara, Mindy, and Anika sitting in the back of the vehicle itself with its doors opened. You carefully try to move but pain shoots through your entire body like lightning. The younger Carpenter shoots her head in your direction when she sees you move and she’s quick to grab ahold of your hand.

“Y/N, you’re awake!”

“Hey there daredevil, how you holding up?” Mindy asks.

“I can’t lie, I'm pretty fucking high right now,” you smile and the three of them giggle.

“What you did back there was seriously insane. Like you wouldn’t believe her upper body strength, Tara! She deadass looked like Tarzan or something,” Anika explains excitedly, but it quickly dies down when Mindy starts to talk again.

“Okay but even though it was sort of impressive to watch, you’re still on my suspect list. That could’ve just been a little act to throw us off our tracks. We still don’t know a whole ton about you, other than the fact that you’re part monkey.”

“Hey, I’m no monkey, I'm a human being!” the amount of drugs in your system cause you to slightly slur your words. Mindy smirks and decides to use your woozy state against you all while Anika shoots her girlfriend a knowing smile.

“Hey Y/N, what do you think of Tara?”

“Mindy!” the girl in question protests.

“Tara? Oh golly, she’s an absolute gem!”

“Yeah? Think she’s pretty?”

“Pretty damn gorgeous if ya ask me!” Tara starts to blush at your honesty.

“Okay Mindy that’s enough, let Y/N re-”

“Chad..” Ethan emerges from the crowd and cautiously makes his way towards all of you, worried about the state of his friends at the moment. Chad, however, was unhappy to see his roommate and he slams Ethan against a car to question his whereabouts the previous night. Even after letting him go, Mindy doesn’t allow Ethan to step foot near you.

“Step the fuck back. You’re at the top of my list.”

“I had econ!”

“Ohhhh, econ!! What's econ?” you ask, clearly still in a drugged state.

-

You spend the day in the hospital trying to recover, immense pain still spreading through your body. But when Tara tells you about Gale getting attacked and their plan to try and catch Ghostface, you beg her to let you help out.

“Are you sure you want to be discharged now? You still have a long way to go before you’re anywhere near being fully healed,” the charge nurse asks as she hands you a few papers to sign.

“I wouldn’t do this if it weren’t important. There are lives on the line and I need to help out. Thanks for everything though.”

“Just be sure to take your meds and show up to those follow up appointments, young lady.”

You smile at the lady before making your way down to the hospital lobby where you meet Tara and everyone else.

“You look like absolute shit,” Chad teases.

“Yeah, well you try falling off a ladder then pretty boy” you retort, and he playfully lifts his arms up in surrender.

“Alright captain, where we headed?” you turn to Tara.

“I’ll explain everything along the way.”

“Wait, where’s Anika?”

“I told her it was best if she stayed out of it. She’s safe with her parents,” you nod your head in approval seeing as you definitely didn’t want to see more people getting hurt.

The seven of you travel through the streets of New York City until you’re met with the busy atmosphere of the subway stations. To what you were able to get from Tara’s explanation, there was a massive theatre that held Ghostface memorabilia from over the years, and you were going to try and lure him there so you could all attack him. Although some were protesting against the plan, you thought it was better than just standing around and waiting for his next attack.

The subways were particularly packed with commuters trying to make their way to the different Halloween parties being hosted all over the city. Almost everyone around you was wearing a costume so technically, you were the ones who stood out in the crowd. It was easy to get lost with the amount of people around, so you held onto Tara’s hand as tight as you could but you didn’t miss the glare burning into the back of your head from her sister.

Despite your efforts to stay with them, the number of people made it extremely difficult to keep up. Mindy trails behind you and calls out for Chad to wait up while you call out for Tara, but Danny and other civilians push their way onto the train to force you, Mindy, and Ethan to stay back on the platform and wait for the next one. You watch the train pass by before taking a look at Mindy who lets out a sigh of frustration. The two of you are startled by a hand that touches your shoulder which just turned out to be Ethan.

“Get your Ghostface ass away from us, Ghostface.”

“Wait, so you trust her but not me?”

“I saw Y/N fall off a ladder last night so I know where she was. I can't say the same for you, though.”

“I keep telling you guys I had econ!”

“Just keep your distance, Ghostface,” Mindy pulls you away from Ethan and you two walk further down the platform as you wait for the next train.

“Hey, did you notice his eye?” you ask Mindy while she tried to make him look away from the two of you.

“No, why? Did you see something?” she turns to you.

“It looked like it was starting to bruise. And if I’m not mistaken, I’m pretty sure I landed a right hook onto Ghostface last night. You think it’s a coincidence?”

“That’d be one hell of a coincidence. He definitely has to be Ghostface, I’m calling it right now. But you’re still not completely off the hook, got it buddy?” you give Mindy a tight lip smile and nod almost immediately, causing her to giggle at your nervous reaction.

-

The train ride was anything but pleasant. With the success of the Stab films, there were a number of Ghostface costumes on the train, causing you and Mindy to be on edge the entire time. Unfortunately, you and Mindy couldn’t stick close together due to the number of people separating you two, but you made sure to keep a close eye on her and to your surroundings.

But thanks to the flickering lights, it was hard to pay attention to your environment when you couldn’t see anything. You frantically turn your head in every direction to ensure you had every space covered and checking on Mindy if she was okay. When you turn your head to the left, you find a Ghostface mask who happened to be staring right at you. You want to think it’s just another random in a costume but the way he keeps his gaze fixed on you gives you the feeling it’s not just a random person.

Anxious, you try and make your way closer to Mindy so you could stay together but as soon as you started to move, he did too. There were a bunch of people in your way, leaving you no choice but to push through them and not even bothering to say sorry. At one point, the lights shut off and it takes a while for them to come back on. You continue your trek to Mindy but it’s no use because people were being bitches stubborn and wouldn’t move out of the way. You look back to see if Ghostface caught up to you, but you can’t make out anything in the dark. The lights finally come back on and Ghostface is nowhere to be seen, confirming your suspicions that it was most likely a stranger.

But when you turn back around to push your way through to Mindy, Ghostface is right in front of you. You attempt to scream but his hand is faster and immediately covers your mouth before pushing his knife right into your stomach. A muffled scream can’t be heard with how loud the train was and the people around you were, so you were left there to struggle and Mindy didn’t even know. He shoves the knife deeper into you and the two of you slowly fall to the ground, yet no one around you seemed to notice what was going on. Ghostface finally pulls the knife out and starts walking towards Mindy but you can’t get up to stop him. The announcer on the train comes on to indicate that the train will be arriving at the platform soon which catches him off guard, and you think he won’t have enough time to attack Mindy, but you were wrong. Ghostface quickly stabs Mindy approximately in the same area as he did with you before he makes a swift exit off the train. The two of you are clutching your stomachs, putting pressure to try and minimize some of the bleeding. Ethan notices both of you and immediately calls for help while he tries to drag both of you out of the train at the same time. He drops you by a nearby post where security guards gather and call for medical services.

“Are you guys okay?!”

“Yeah, we’re so good” Mindy’s sarcasm doesn’t fail to make an appearance despite being in pain.

“Goddammit. I got it wrong again! What the fuck?” she grunts in pain. You, on the other hand, start struggling to keep yourself awake. Your eyelids feel heavy and it’s becoming harder to breathe, the rest of your body feeling limp until your head crashes onto Mindy’s shoulder.

“Y/N, stay with me, come on!”

“I’m just gonna take a nap Min, don’t worry, I’ll be up in no time.” Mindy can feel her heart break hearing the nickname come from you for the first time. Her voice is the last thing you hear before finally letting your eyelids close themselves.

“Fuck this franchise.”

a/n: hello again, reader >:) i'm giving y/n some of chad's armor plot bc let's bffr, anyone would die falling off a ladder like that lmfaooo anyway, thank you guys for all your patience! the next part will be the last one and you will finally get to know who y/n is :) hope u enjoyed!

[wreckedandpolemic]

(Use as many/as few/none of these literally up to you I’m just happy to be here!)

White and gold!!!!! Girlie and Matty run into one of Matty’s exes/one of her exes out and about and one of them gets insecure and they fight about it? Maybe he/she was overly friendly to the ex?? Idk idk idk

this got long as hell. sorry/enjoy?

this is so good because you knowww he has some unreasonably gorgeous exes that you’re intimately familiar with from your extensive research before you started dating. so when you’re out with matty only a few weeks into your relationship and bump into an honest-to-god swimsuit model, it’s just about the worst case scenario. oh, my god, she shrieks. damn it, even her fucking voice is hot. matty? is that you? it’s been so long! and the bitch grabs him, pulls him into a hug, rubs her annoyingly pretty hands with their annoyingly perfectly manicured nails up and down his back.

tate, hi! matty grins, doesn’t take her eyes off her face. fucking tate? that’s not a real name. that can’t be her real name. you clear your throat impatiently. fuck, where are my manners? sorry, love. tate, this is my girlfriend. darling, this is tate, an old friend of mine. you look at her properly, her mile-long legs and buttery-soft blonde curls and tanned olive skin, and swallow thickly. tate shakes your hand and gives you a thin smile, deliberately wiping her hand on her skirt the second matty glances away.

oh, please. we were more than friends, matty, at least give me that. she gives you a look that says you won’t be around long. and i’ll be ready and waiting when you’re gone, then smiles winningly at your boyfriend. matty sighs. yeah, i guess so. hey, we were just headed to lunch, do you wanna join? your glare is blatant and unsubtle, and yet goes completely unnoticed.

i’d love that, she says, slipping her arm through matty’s. and he doesn’t even fucking stop her. as they walk, two beautiful people, arms linked and gossiping about a past you’ll never be privy to, you suddenly feel like a stupid fucking kid playing at a grown-up life. pressing a hand to your stomach, you grab matty’s arm. m’not feeling well, you murmur. i’m gonna head home. i’ll see you soon.

matty at least has the decency to look worried about you. you want me to drive you home, love? one look at tate’s smug face makes you shake your head. no, i’ll call a car. go enjoy lunch, someone should, you say with a weak little laugh. he kisses you quickly, waits for your car and waves as you peel away. you break down the second he’s out of sight.

you’re still feeling sorry for yourself several hours later, all cried out in bed with some shitty chick flick playing on your laptop, when your phone buzzes. how are you feeling, sweet girl?

like my boyfriend just went on a date with a swimsuit model. you answer on impulse. he calls you seconds later, and you stab the decline button near-viciously. you let the next three ring out, but the fifth time he calls, you pick up. just leave me alone. i don’t wanna do this with you right now. matty scoffs. do what? talk about how you’re feeling like an adult?

oh, great. patronise me. you know what, if i’m such a child, why don’t you and tate go and have dinner, too, talk about your grown-up feelings? you snap, eyes watering and breath short. your chest feels tight, something hysterical pressing on your lungs.

darling, matty says softly, in the way that makes you feel weak. i’m sorry, sweet girl. i shouldn’t have said that. i shouldn’t have gone to lunch with her, shouldn’t even have offered. it just didn’t even cross my fucking mind, he says, slightly sheepish. you’re the only fucking girl i want, haven’t even thought about anyone else since i first laid eyes on you.

you laugh weakly. that’s a line, and not even a good one. matty makes a mock-hurt sound. s’not a line, it’s the truth. i told you, i tried getting you off my mind and all i could think about was you. prettiest girl i’ve ever met. i was done the second i saw that gorgeous smile, princess. the nickname has your knees embarrassingly wobbly. knew i’d do whatever it took to get you to smile like that again. s’fucking killing me that i hurt you, darling.

you blow out a breath, heart swelling despite yourself. what are you gonna do to make it up to me? you ask, half-teasing. anything you want. he doesn’t miss a beat. would you fire ruby? you giggle.

baby, i’ve been trying to do that for months. she’s got a man on the inside in the hr department, or something. you huff out a quiet laugh. let me take you to dinner, anything you want.

you purse your lips. i don’t wanna go out for dinner, you say, letting a teasing lilt creep into your voice. in fact, i want you to come and pick me up, and show me exactly what you’re willing to do to get me back.

who do you think i am, princess? matty says, low and promising. i’m already outside.

[macsimagines]

Hello again! I’ve missed your works dearly and I hope that you’ve been doing well and taking care of yourself ♡

I start nursing school in a few weeks, and I wanted to put in a request for Yan Shin, Izana & Ran about their gf patching them up/taking care of their injuries/tending to their wounds after a fight ˚୨୧⋆｡˚

TW: Yandere, MINORS DNI, Self-Harm

Yandere!Shinichiro

You've always been his cute little nurse ever since you were kids, patching him up after a fight. When you told him you were really going to go for it as a career he was super supportive.

"That means I get to see you in cute nursing outfits right?" "Quit being a perv, you big goofball."

As the leader of the black dragons, you always had to patch him up. He wasn't strong like all the other members and was liable to injuries more often than not. But he loved being dotted on by you, so he never complained too much.

Now that you're both older you don't baby him as much as you used too. He's not the same young punk getting into fights anymore so now he has to get creative.

Shinichiro isn't a fan of self harm, but you're always there to give him stistches when he 'accidentally' cuts or burns himself.

"You're so damn clumsy, be more careful. Alright?" "I make no promises, sweetheart."

Yandere!Izana

It was your job to look after all members of the gang, prioritizing your king first. It didn't matter if someone had a stab and he only had a scratch you were expected to treat him first.

"My wounds are always more important, Y/N." "I know Izana. Now stop talking and let me work."

Times change though, and now you're both different people. He's watched you pursue a career in helping others and now you're a nurse for the orphanage he does outreach work for.

Loves watching you work with the kids, and is enamored by how gentle you are with them. Only slightly jealous when he watches you kiss boo-boos.

"You were never this nice to me." "You were never this cute." "😦"

Actually loves the way you nurture the kids. Its a weird thing that makes his chest feel funny and makes him want to be soft with you.

While you're working one day, organizing the medicine cabinets, he'll come up from behind and wrap his arms around you, kissing your shoulder.

"Hey, think we should make a couple of our own?"

Yandere!Ran

He actually met you during your tenure at nursing school. You lived in the same building and you two would always run into each other either on your way in or out.

"Hey, Y/N. You're a nurse right? Think you could take a look at my arm real quick?" "Sure thing! You'll be gettin' my bill in the mail though."

You two hit it off after that. Ran is always knocking on your door looking like he just got hit by a car and you're always giving him an earful while you patch him up.

Never tells you that the other guy looked worse. Never ever tells you that he sometimes lets himself get hurt so he has an excuse to see you. "Punch a little harder you pussy. Y/N's not gonna care about these weak ass punches."

"What would you do without me?" "Probably die. Or sleep." "Don't be an ass to the girl that's stitching your arm, dingus."

Years later and now you two are still together. You're his 'Sexy Live in Nurse' and he's your 'Walking Hazard'. You're still stitching him up even after all this time.

"Seriously, you OWN the club. Don't you have bouncers for the rowdy customers?" "I'm a hands-on kinda boss, Sweetheart."

[neverforgetyou]

Can't Get Out of This Mood

It’s been years since I’ve seen someone who shines as bright as her. Nothing in my head makes sense these days, but looking at her makes it all go away. 

She spends most of her time in her room/office, fixing and creating things out of scraps of metal. I have to pass by it when I head to and from my room so I always see her through the crack of the open door, a faint blush on her cheeks and her lips curved into a small smile as she works on another project. My heart beats faster every time I see it.

Sometimes she’s in the kitchen when I go to get myself some food. It takes every ounce of courage in my body to not run out of the room, her beauty is too hard for me to handle. 

The most we do is wave to each other or give each other a passing nod. I want to do more, at least say hi to the woman, but my nerves stop me every time. She’s just … so bright.

I’ve never felt this way before. The movies I used to watch with Guardian Thalynora described it as butterflies in my stomach, but it's more like knives stabbing my chest and bees buzzing in my head. Those liars. But somehow, the buzzing and the stabbing feels pleasant.

I like to create music, I always have and I always will. When I get overwhelmed like this, I like to write. I can’t explain it, but things are easier to understand when they’re notes on a page. After I write I play. The keyboard Vic gave me isn’t much, not as great as the piano’s I’ve worked on, but it’s still something.

While working on a piece one day, I realized something: creating out of metal for her is like creating music for me. Then, it all fell into place, the final piece of the puzzle revealed the picture. I knew what I had to do. I spent the next few days walking around the base, tapping on all different kinds of metals and taking notes of the sound and pitch. The bees turned into butterflies as I worked, excited to finally take things a step forward. I’m doing it!!

I then put those sounds into a song. What was the message of the song? Don’t ask me, I couldn’t tell you. I didn’t even know what I was really doing, I just let my heart make the music. 

I take a deep breath after I finish, smiling at the sheet music in my hand. My feet move before my brain even registers it, making my way towards her room. My cheeks get redder and redder as I realize what I’m doing. But I can’t stop now, I’m so close!

When I reach her room, I take a deep breath. Ok I take 5 deep breaths. My heart is beating so fast and it just can’t seem to stop.

“Cindy?” I hear a voice call out behind me, smooth as butter. 

I flinch and turn around, my cheeks bright red. “Y-Yuuki! Hi!” my high pitched voice echoes throughout the hall. Damn voice, embarrassing me in front of the girl of my dreams!!!! “I-uh-I have something for, um, for you.”

She giggles at my stuttering and nods, opening the door to her room and entering. I follow and close the door behind me. I’ve seen her room through the crack of the open door for so long, it feels like a dream to finally be in here.

“So, what is it?” She asks, sitting down on her bed.

I stand in front of her awkwardly, holding my keyboard and my sheet music. “Um.. Can I.. um … play something .. for you? Please?” I can’t look her in the eye, I’m too embarrassed.

She giggles again at my embarrassment, “oo sure, go ahead.”

I nod and sit next to her on her bed. I set up and start playing. Honestly I blacked out, just letting the music guide me. When I finish, I take a deep breath and look at her. She has a faint blush on her cheeks and her lips curved into a small smile.

“That was beautiful.”

I blush more, looking away. “Thank you ….” After a few seconds, I look back at her and hold my hand out, dropping my sheet music onto the floor. “Cindy.”

She looks at my hand and giggles before taking it. “Yuuki. But we’ve already introduced ourselves.”

I smile and shrug, chuckling. “I know, I just felt like doing it again.”

After that, I made sure to say hi to Yuuki every day, building up the courage to eventually ask her to hang out and then eventually ask her out. I can’t let some other hottie snatch her up! It'll be a hard process, but it’ll be worth it.

It’s been years since I’ve felt this way, this childlike happiness and sense of purpose. Thank you Yuuki, thank you.

yuuki by @sotogalmo

[therealslimshakespeare]

Grim Reader here ☠️ I’m wondering about Bucky and his feelings about that baby….and how it plays into his adjusting after the camps and post-war. I assume it’s going to be a painful memory for him and when he finally finds someone, he’s worried about miscarriages….like if someone as noble and good as Ida Brady can lose a baby, then someone with his checkered past and actions doesn’t deserve a child either? Idk, it just makes me think of how self-destructive he’d continue to be in his relationships post war because of the things he’s seen and had to do. And he already feels wildly out of place bc of how alone he is, but add to the fact that he thought of himself as the father and that’s brutal.

Hello my dear, I’ve missed you, *pets head*

I’ve got a rather massive one shot queued up on this very aspect, it’s not the full of it, no, but it’s a massive part of his arc in this story and the bereft feeling that peacetime brought with it. While I have a vague intention for his marriage and family to closely resemble his real one in this AU, it will be postponed, rash as he may be once he marries anyway, it’s simply not at all on the cards in 1945 for this AU, his emotional fidelity is split about three ways in this one, and there was a whole life he has planned and dedicated to himself that didn’t happen, twice over. It is going to be brutal but it’s also one of my fave parts as it explores what a heart this man has, beyond a romantic one.

Here, have a snippet, I haven’t got a title for it yet but it takes place after Jack Brady’s wedding in 1945:

There is a stubborn silence in which she can hear Bucky’s labored breaths practically repeating that he is not, in fact, weeping into her pillow mid morning on a Saturday in Victor, New York. She pats his arm -suit yourself- and pulls away to begin her day. She lights a cigarette, not having fully quit the filthy habit since camp, and grabs a pair of slacks and a shirt from the closet, needing a shower.

“You kept your baby doll.” his voice comes muffled and stuffy from the bed, she glances over and sees he has barely moved, only turned on his side to stare at the threadbare doll propped on her bookcase.

“That’s Minnie.” Ida introduces them with a grin, “Don’t sound so shocked Major, I’d have thought you’ve been in enough boudoirs to know that plenty of women keep their dolls.”

Bucky keeps staring at Minnie morosely, not laughing at her tease. “Did you keep it for your daughter?” he asks.

Sometimes John Egan reminds Ida of a callously curious child, his sympathy sometimes as wounding as his barbs. She refuses to read into it, he is hungover and he is confused by her childish relic; she keeps pace in her routine and replies with honesty, “I hadn’t thought about it.”

“Well I do.” he mutters instantly, bitterly, accusingly.

“Beg pardon?” she cautions him.

“I think about your baby all the damn time.” he turns around in the sheets then, sits himself up in her bed, eyes raw and dangerous.

The frog from Egan’s throat now takes up residence in Ida’s, she thinks she might choke on her own breath. “Why-“ panicked, her chest begins to shutter, ears ringing, hands cold. Why would he say that? “Bucky!” she'd have taken a stab in the heart over this, why would he- “Why would you say that?” she begs hoarsely, forced to sit beside him on the bed as her legs are no longer steady.

“You really don’t?” he begs in turn, looking as wretched as she feels.

“I-I-“ Ida digs her fingernails into her thigh, willing the cacophony in her head to cease, to get a grip back on the lid of that tiny coffin, “I’m not doing this. Not this morning, not when I’ve got breakfast to make for a household of people and -my brother just got married, Egan! Is this really the time to bring it up? They’re going to make jokes about you being in here! God’s sake -can’t you possess a modicum of sensitivity.”

It’s not a question. It’s an insult and he takes it on the chin. He knows that his own question -asking if she even recalls her dead child- was one of his own. That doesn’t prevent one last building tear to slip the dam and join the mess on his cheeks, because his heart is nothing if not on the opposing team.

[bullet-prooflove]

For Remy Scott FBI Most wanted request please

No. 30 - We cry tears of mascara in the bathroom

TIA

Companion piece to:

Interruptions (NSFW) - Remy hates being interrupted.

Million Reasons - Remy realises he can't give you what you deserve.

When Remy learns the truth about his brother Michael it breaks his heart. He thinks he feels it literally fracture in his chest. He picks up his phone to call you but then he remembers…

He broke up with you last month. He hasn’t spoken to you in weeks.

That agony in his chest, it stabs at him all over again because you are the one person he would go to with this kind of thing, the only person he trusts to talk out his thoughts and his feelings.

He’s in the bathroom when the tears come, in the shower with his eyes closed. All he can think about is the time that’s been wasted, that poor man in prison wasting away from cancer, dying before he can see his exoneration. Remy had been cruel to him at their last meeting, he things he’d said…

He can never take those back.

You’re waiting for him in the kitchen when he steps out of the bathroom, dressed in soft navy blue robe. You push a freshly made cup of tea towards him and something inside of him just aches so God damn badly. Despite the fact he’s ended things, despite the fact he’s hurt you you’re still here checking in on him.

“I heard about Michael, about his case.” You say softly. “I wanted to make sure you’re ok?”

“No.” He says quietly, his voice breaking a little. “I’m not.”

“Can I…” You trail off before clearing your throat and starting again. “Can I hug you?”

“Please.” He whispers because he needs to feel something other than this anguish, this guilt that dogs his soul. “I just need to know that there’s someone that gives a shit right now.”

Your arms wrap around him, holding him close and he buries his face into the curve of your throat because you, you’ve always been his shelter from the storm, you’re the person he feels safe with, the one he trusts to always have his back.

“I’ve got you.” You tell him, your lips brushing over his hairline. “I promise you, I do.”

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Jackson days

Tess huffs annoyed, and he bites back the grin that threatens to crawl into his face. 

He observes her for a minute as she threads the needle on fabric, on the soft cotton of one of her well-loved t-shirts, the one that got patched up before, and the small motions in which it sinks and pulls. It feels foreign as she stabs the light blue cotton.

A thoughtful hum thrums in his chest. 

Not even the colors she used to prefer and wear before; back then, in their QZ days, she’d cringed as she wore a washed down sweater, plum colored that turned periwinkle with time—for she should be intimidating, perceived as threatening and those colors were too soft. 

In then out, then repeat, and Joel’s mind recalls that it’s better to use those skills for mending up their clothes, and ideally, not on living things. Not on his skin or hers, not watching her wince as she pulled the stitches neatly and swallowed down the pain. Not by choice. 

He blinks and yawns into his fist, and Tess proudly ends her task at hand, one of her fingers tracing her handiwork. For the furrow of her brow, he can sense that she’s not proud of it, although she was already annoyed, so maybe it’s both. 

That wouldn’t change, though. That volatile switch in her. 

“Stop starin’,” She goes, glaring sidelong as his grin finally leaves his lips, “What’s so damn funny, old man?” 

Joel heaves himself from the ground, squeezing one of her shoulders as she tips her head back and locks eyes with him, silently demanding. 

“I like lookin’ at ya when you’re doin’ stuff.” He admits, shrugging one shoulder, and Tess downright snickers. 

“I’m stuck here on this couch until my leg heals.” She grumbles about, as if this is the first time he’s being informed and if his heart hadn’t stopped when she’d been thrown out of her horse and fallen on a tilted piece of land, fucking up her ankle and hip. “And you aren’t helping me, jackass.” 

“I like it when you get focused,” He tries anyway, rubbing his calloused thumb on the back of her bare neck even when she pouts her lip out, again desiring to grin at her annoyance, as if it were only his fault, “Your eyebrows get really close, and your eyes narrow, and sometimes you bite your tongue.” 

“You’re so gross,” Tess mocks, though her cheeks darken and he feels the heat of her body on his palm. “Creep.” 

Joel looms over her, kissing the side of her head as she groans; he knows she’s still in pain, and that gets her in a bad temper. “I’ve got an attention to detail, that ‘s all.” 

Tess rolls her eyes, the red brand on her cheeks stark on pale skin. “Yeah, yeah, don’t get too sappy here.”

“Don’t go around falling off horses then.” He warns playfully. That’s what he intends on the delivery, yet it feels more like a scold. 

The chuckle is airless, more like a snort, and Tess abruptly surprises him as she tugs, hard, at the collar of his shirt, green and unbuttoned on the first two buttons, and pulls him down, “Don’t tell me what to do.”

She kisses him, and the contradiction dies on his tongue, alongside the lecture and the worry and the need to ask if she needs more, if she wants more, and what he can do to soothe her, and if he’s of any use. 

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Demonology

Part 2: Unholy Affliction

Series Summary: A new demon has come to Nashville. Josh and Jake's ways of life have been thrown off by her arrival. The angel and demon have lived with an understanding of one another, but with Y/N stirring up trouble and asking questions, they're forced to work out a new normal. And why is she so powerful for a human turned demon anyway, that's unusual, right?

A/N: hiiii heres part 2!!! Pls like comment and reblog bc it helps and makes me happy to hear what you think! Also I’ve added a taglist form so add yourself to that and I’ll make sure you get tagged from now on! Happy reading <3

Summary: Y/N finally runs into the demon named Jake. What a night!

Word Count: 4.8k | Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, 18+ descriptions of sex (no explicit smut yet), demon!jake ayo, i think that’s it

Taglist | Series Masterpost

Part Two: Unholy Affliction

She didn’t run into the odd angel and demon duo for two months. After the brief encounter outside of the speakeasy with both of them, nothing. She was enduring her second life back on Earth as best as could be expected as someone with little to no knowledge about the modern world with no one but her dog to talk to about things that really mattered. She insisted to Rori as they lounged around the apartment that she was having fun as he stared at her dubiously. 

She’d be more than damned to be upset that the other demon hadn’t come to find her. He probably thought he was too good for her or just didn’t care about her. Well, she definitely didn’t care. She didn’t need him to help her. Making trouble came easily to her. It was just everything else about being in this world that was hard. 

It was an accident when she finally bumped into him. At least, it was by accident for her. She had chosen to take the long way home from the bar she had made hers for the night. Swirling around to music she blared from the phone she’d picked up after a few weeks, Rori ran circles around her howling into the night. She sang along to the music and danced, staring at the waxing moon. Mostly alone, but she felt mostly alive. Wasn’t a total loss. 

She paid no attention to her surroundings. It was so late on a back road, it was unlikely anyone would be around and if they were around, she would make them sorry they bothered her. 

“Is this all you do then?” A voice from the shadows inquired. 

She recognized it immediately. She’d hung onto his voice as one of the few pieces of information she had about this ancient demon. Jake. Seemed silly to her that he didn’t have a more hellish name. It was practically still an altar boy’s name–she should use that on him if he said something really rude. 

She stops the music and her movements, coming to a complete standstill. “Jake.” 

He saunters out of the shadows, messing with his hair. He stares at her, waiting for an answer. 

“How do you mean?”

He rolls his eyes and gestures his hand to her body. “Party. Cause a little trouble. Get drunk. Wander home alone.” Sad.

She laughs, certain he was kidding, and choosing to ignore the stab in her chest she felt at the word ‘alone’. “I have my—Isn’t that the job?” 

“Just the trouble part. But altering bars to your liking doesn’t really fulfill that. There’s a lot of ways to get the job done even if your specialties are seduction and desire…” 

He narrowed his eyes at the end of his sentence. Jake thought she was silly. He didn’t take his job very seriously but he also couldn’t stand to see someone doing it differently than him. 

She didn’t feel shame but a certain strangeness about the fact that Josh had clearly talked about their night at the speakeasy to Jake. 

“You seem too young to be sent up to the big leagues. Nepo baby?”

“What baby? I don’t even know what that means.”

Jake sighs in exasperation. 

“Nepotism was around in the 70s before they dragged you down to Hell, yeah? A practice among those in power to give special preference to relatives. Erh,” Jake tried to think of a reference she might know. “Whatever. Forget it.” 

This was the third thing he added to the growing list of ways she seemed to be struggling in the modern world. This, the bars and how she wasn’t taking advantage of online ordering—he definitely hadn’t been spying on her these last two months, he just may have stopped by her place a few times. Just to see if she’d had her earthly access revoked or not. 

Jake tilts his head and his cheekbones catch in the light. He was a handsome demon. She liked his longer hair, reminding her of the boys back in the day. His brown eyes were sweet like his angel counterpart’s, but the yellow ones she had seen the other day had sent a shiver down her spine. 

“If I’m doing the job so wrong, why has it taken you this long to tell me? Maybe if you guided me or gave me information I could do the devil’s will a little better?” She tried to keep the unfamiliar nerves growing in her stomach away.

“It’s not in my interests to help you, per say.” He gestures a hand out towards the road she had been traveling, wanting them to keep walking. “But, unofficially, you're doing the afterlife life so wrong it's hurting my no good soul.” 

She falls into step with him, still watching him as he disregards her, pulling his sunglasses back over his eyes. “True demons have souls?” 

“My consciousness, whatever that I am, it doesn’t really matter what you call it. Just is the easiest term.” He grumbles. 

She smiles at his frustration with her. “So you’re gonna mentor me?” Her voice was relaxed, but she couldn’t hide the truth from herself. She wanted more than anything to have some guidance from Jake. He seemed to know what he was doing and while she denied it, she did feel unfulfilled so far. 

“I guess… It’ll get Josh off my back about your fiddling with the swing of the bars.” 

“You listen to your angel brother? And it’s really nothing, I don’t know why both of you keep bringing it up!” 

“Because people!” Jake stops, raising his voice shakily. He takes hold of her shoulders. “People have been talking about it. The first lesson of demonology is to make sure your work goes unnoticed. Evil is insidious. It doesn’t knock at the door or even bust it off its hinges, it seeps through the cracks, uninvited and unannounced until it's too late.” 

She’s alight at his touch. His hands are fire against her exposed skin that had cooled in the night air. He is literally steaming with passion and she can feel it falling off of him. She feeds off of it. Her eyes stare up into his unreadable face. His lips are parted in a perfect cupid’s bow–reminiscent of his angel origins. 

“And I don’t listen to Josh. It’s just impossible to get him to shut up.” 

She sighs, waving her hand at Rori who had returned from running ahead when he realized the two demons weren’t behind him anymore. 

“But why does Josh care?” 

“Because,” Jake shakes his head, letting go of her arms and starting to walk again. “If enough people get talking about it, then the Upstairs will eventually get a hold of it and ask Josh why he hasn’t put a stop to it.”

She’s still confused. “And?”

“For fuck’s sake…And Josh and I have a deal where we don’t step on each other’s toes. We do enough good and enough bad–at least, it had been enough–to keep the ones in charge satisfied. You’re fucking it up for both of us. Making us work.”

“It kind of sounds like what I’m doing is actually fine and you two are just mad because you don’t want to deal with it.” 

They reach a black door with a lamp to the right of it, illuminating the address number ‘666’. She stares between him and the number, tapping her nose. Jake shakes his head, twisting the door handle and grumbling something about how it was establishment-issued. The sound of the lock undoing itself is heard from inside the wall. 

He opens the door and responds indignantly. “Nuh-uh.” 

She laughs. “Uh-huh…No wonder Hell sent me up here. You’re slacking!” 

She follows him down the long dark entryway through an arch that opened into a 70s style conversation pit, completely carpeted in navy blue. The color of a deep night sky with only a few stars to keep it lit. 

“What do you expect? I’m a demon. Thousands of years old, I’ve paid my fucking dues.”

There’s a bottle of whiskey open on the coffee table in the center, half drank. In a blink of an eye, they both have full glasses in their hands. Jake doesn’t offer a salutation and drinks slowly from the glass and proceeds to remove his sunglasses. His eyes flicker between brown and yellow several times when they return to Y/N. He swore he’d seen her before.

“Plus, the humans are so much better at thinking up evil shit to do. Things I’d never even dream up.” He relaxes into his seating, looking altogether like he belonged here. Far more than he did in Heaven or Hell. 

She pulls her knees up to her chest and rests her chin on top while she takes a sip of the expensive looking liquor. She was trying to keep her eyes on Jake and her immediate surroundings rather than staring around the place with wandering eyes. It was expansive, filled with trinkets that looked older than most of the modern world, mixed in with incredible paintings and lavish decor. No house she’d been in had been this beautiful and some had been rockstar’s homes. Then again, she never had much time or lucidity to look around those places. 

Pointedly, she stared at Jake instead of the room. He had seen through her as a newbie with no real clue what she was supposed to do. She didn’t want to seem fazed by a little interior design. 

“So what do you do instead of Hell’s wishes?” 

“Play my guitar mostly,” Jake shrugs. “Then I write up a report on whatever shitty things humans have done in the last month and send it down to Hell as my deeds.” 

“You’re a musician too,” Her eyes lit up, her humanity slipping to the surface. “Tell me you play real music. Not the garbage that comes out of all the stereos around here.” 

Jake’s laugh is loud and obnoxious but she likes it. 

“It’s not all bad but I know what you mean. Nothing like the 70s around these days. Bet you would’ve liked the 90s though…There was some fantastic rock.” 

She moves closer to him, eager for Jake to talk about something she liked and cared about. He could be someone who could guide her and converse with. He shifts a little bit away from her and she tilts her head in confusion.

Jake nods at her as he swallows more of his whiskey. 

“I heard you succeeded in tempting Josh.”

“Not really,” She shrugs, immediately knowing why Jake was keeping his distance.

“Josh letting a demon kiss him to show him mystical porn…” Jake chuckles darkly. “That’s plenty of success.” 

“He’s challenging.” She tried to keep hurt out of her voice, but considering she hadn’t seen Josh either she wondered if she’d really scared him off. “Everyone else is too easy around here—and gross.”

Jake smirks. “It’s very impressive for such a minor demon to have gotten that far with an angel like Josh.” 

“It seems like you’ve had a corrupting influence on him,” she pushed back. 

“Well, yeah. But I’ve never macked on him in a speakeasy dressed like that.” Jake’s eyes wander over her figure. She wasn’t wearing the same thing as she had with Josh, but it communicated the same thing. All black, low cut and high cut all at once, and the carnelian necklace, glowing like a beacon. 

“I could make that happen for you two, if you wanted.” 

“I do not want that. At all.”

“Just checking. You sound kind of jealous.”

Jake shakes his head at her. “You’re rotten.” 

He couldn’t quite puzzle her out. She wasn’t like other demons he’d come into contact with over the years. They were solitary creatures and wretched. She wanted companionship, which was particularly human. And while she was good at the evil stuff, her desire for interaction and connection seemed to outweigh what should be her main prerogative: devilish destruction. 

She wanted to hear about his music rather than talk about how she’d almost successfully tempted an angel, for Satan's sake. Half the demons he knew barely registered music as an instrument of demonic work, much less took pleasure in it. 

“What were you doing in the 60s and 70s,” She asks. 

Jake smiled, memories flashing before his eyes immediately. His eyes go yellow at the question and she realizes it’s kind of like him closing his eyes. Like an internal eyelid or something. Something inhuman. 

Disraeli Gears began to spin on a record player somewhere in the room and her smile matched Jake’s.

“Cream was my favorite band back then. Clapton, he was the man.”

“I’m more of a George Harrison gal when it comes to British guitarists,” she says dreamily. “I saw Cream at the Troubadour when they were just starting out. But the Doors were more my style. Zeppelin, Stones and Hendrix too. God, those guys were something.”

“You were in the music scene?” Josh had said she was from Los Angeles. He hadn’t been specific about what she did.

She finished her drink and held out the glass for more. Jake just stared at it and suddenly the glass was full again. She grinned, taking a sip with a nod of appreciation. 

“Yeah. It’s what got me on the devil’s list. Sleeping with singers and doing way too many drugs. Started sneaking backstage when I was 15 and getting into trouble started about the second I walked through the door.”

Jake nodded with reverence. Her expertise made sense. Why she was so powerful, still unanswered. He finished his second glass and switched to the bottle, deciding to settle in for the night that was quickly becoming morning. 

The demons went back and forth, retelling ridiculous stories from the time where their lives first overlapped. Jake’s bad fashion choices. Her terrible taste in men. Jake’s inventions of evil. Their shared expensive taste for party drugs and liquor. 

The first whiskey and a second bottle were gone after a few hours and they were sprawled on the navy floor. She ran her hands along the soft carpet. 

“Thanks for finally coming to see me. Thought you hated me,” she murmurs.

“I hate two things in this world: Justin Bieber and global warming. I jus’ was worried you’d get me in trouble when you first got here. Needed to know if you were a snitch or not.”

She nods. Jake nods back, shutting his eyes fully. 

“Wait. Who’s Justin Bieber?” 

Jake cackles. “I keep forgetting you know practically nothing about what’s happened in the last 50 years. You’re like a child.”

Her eyes flash black at Jake’s teasing. Her defenses went up at any sign of embarrassment, but her head was swimming in brown liquor. She barely managed to sit up and stare meanly at him. With his eyes still closed, he didn’t even take notice. Though he heard her huff unhappily and it made him grin. 

“That why you need a friend? To show you the ropes of modern life?” He pushes himself up to lean on his hands. It was like he had seen inside her mind. “You kind of got sent back at a shit time. Sorry.” 

If she could still feel true shame, she might have blushed, but her body didn’t work like that anymore. Instead her eyes stayed black and her hair reddened. 

“Am I hitting a nerve?” Jake chuckles again, his cruel nature peeking out at her obvious discomfort, and his eyes flick yellow. “You’re lonely?” 

She huffs, feeling the liquor fueling a growing anger. Where was her blood-sucking dog when she needed him? Actually, she wasn’t sure if demon’s like Jake would bleed so maybe it was good Rori stuck to the shadows—i.e. gone to bed. 

“No.”

“You can’t lie to me, Sal.”

The name she gave to Josh sticks in Jake’s voice. It’s an accusation. He knew. How. 

“I’ve been lying longer than you’ve existed. I can see a liar coming from off in the harbor.” Jake continues, his jeering laugh makes her skin crawl. It’s like he’d slipped into a different part of himself. Different, but still clearly Jake. “You never asked about my speciality.” 

She had a feeling he’d tell her. Wherever he had gone to with his eyes stuck in their horrifying yellow form, he was in charge for the time being. 

“Tricksters, thieves and gluttons. Used to have lechery, but it got boring.” 

“I didn’t get to choose,” she mumbles. She had drawn her knees up to her chest again, feeling some semblance of anxiety.

Jake’s eyes flicked back to brown and his smirk turned to a frown. “You didn’t get to choose?”

“Do human-demons normally get to choose?”

“Humans don’t normally become demons,” Jake corrects. “But no matter, you’re supposed to choose.”

“I don’t know what else I would’ve chosen besides what I got, I guess. It’s just not something I’m actually passionate about.” She laughs at the irony. “I don’t want to sleep with just anybody anymore. I already did that. I just want to have a good time on my terms this time.”

He smirked with a little surprised laugh. “You’re sweet on my angel brother aren’t you? His pristine feathers got under your skin.” 

She was about to deny it when she remembered what had just happened when she’d lied to him. 

“I like a challenge. That doesn’t mean I’m only interested in him…But I need a bit of a game.”

Jake knew what she was saying. She knew it. Their almost drunken fight was forgotten. The subject matter moving along to something they had clearly been avoiding all night. Their desire. She liked the power Jake exuded, even if it scared her a little too. She wanted to see if she could get him, too.

Jake rolls his eyes and motions for her to come closer. “I bet you can’t get into my mind. Nothing you could show me could sway me into sleeping with you. How’s that for a challenge?” 

She smiled. “But don’t you want to sleep with me?” 

“Says who?” He spread his legs, his knees bowed out wide. He motioned for her to take a seat on top of him. “I could make myself look like Josh if you’d like. All I’ve got to change is the hair, our faces are the same. I know he’s been avoiding you.” 

He switches from ambivalent to cruel between sentences and she can’t find her footing. She swings her left leg over his body, settling into his lap. Her hands instinctively went to his chest as he stared up at her. He was a challenge in a different way to his angel brother. 

“Okay, lay the thoughts on me,” Jake puts a hand on her shoulder when she leans in, a knowing smirk on his lips. “And I know you don’t actually need to kiss me to transfer them. There just has to be some form of skin to skin contact.” 

She huffs in annoyance. “Spoil sport.” 

Jake laughs. “Go on, giddy up, girl.” 

She narrows her eyes at him, allowing them to slip to black as she raises her fingers to Jake’s temples. Her hands slink into his hair and take a rough grasp of his roots. He grunts in mild discomfort, but maintains his challenging stare, lowering his hands to her hips to keep her still. 

Her eyelids flicker like her eyes are rolling back in her head, but the spheres of inky black don’t change. Jake watches with tempered interest, seeing her process. 

Then his vision shifts, leaving his comfortable living room, it's cloudy, murky like a foggy night out on the ocean. It’s still familiar to him. Her figure appears through the mist, shifting with the fog. She steps closer to Jake and he now hears the lapping of the ocean and tastes the salt of the oceanair on his lips. She’d found a memory of one of his ships and made it the setting for this temptation. 

‘Your fantasies are all nautical themed,’ She speaks in his mind, her tone is curious. ‘Why’s that?’

‘Aren’t you supposed to be seducing me?’

‘Yeah, but I still have questions.’

Jake laughs inside his head and he hates the way he doesn’t hate her presence there and then he wonders if she can feel that feeling. This was new for him. 

The scene rocks melodically back and forth upon waves and a beautiful blue light descends on the room he begins to see. She’s a figure at the corner of it, leaning against a door, the entire room is cozy and she is surprised by the care that seems to exude from this recess of Jake’s mind. 

There’s a cool breeze, but overall the room is warm and Jake is sat leaning back upon the bed while he watches her approach. 

‘I don’t see anything.’ She murmurs. Jake feels a ripple in the vision, a strange dichotomy of the faux images she’s showing him and the plane of reality their physical bodies are existing on. She’s pressing harder into his real skin, in his living room, talking aloud. 

Jake says nothing. 

‘I know you have carnal desires, I can sense them,’ she continues. ‘Why are they so vague?’ 

In the vision, she has sat beside Jake now, staring at him. She looks a little different in the vision than how he has seen her physical body. Her hair is duller, her body weaker, she looks far more human to Jake. Still beautiful and sensual, but he wonders if maybe she cannot change the image of her soul in the ether as easily as she can on Earth. 

She is wearing a deep blue slip, the first time he’s seen her in a color other than black. He moves in the vision and her eyes widen, confused that he has autonomy in something she is meant to control. He brushes at her hair, allowing his hand to gently trail her face and neck.

‘I usually like to pleasure my partner. I like to give them what they want.’

She stares at him intently, feeling a shiver in her spine once more. Out of control.

‘Your big wide eyes, you’re like a helpless bug, even here. All confused why you’re not in control, showing me my deepest, darkest desires.’ 

She focuses harder on her task, searching through the wisps of memory in Jake’s mind. Like Josh, he had only allowed her into a small portion of his mind, but a small portion of an ancient creature was still cavernous. She flipped through the images in search of concrete memories rather than memories of desire. Memories of times when he had felt fulfilled, she saw him curled around beautiful women, sometimes strong and sometimes meek and she was surprised. He didn’t seem like the one to be soft in the bedroom, but she remembered his remark of giving what his partners wanted. 

‘You’re barely a demon. Still practically an angel.’ She mutters, feeling discomfort when watching the scenes of him with other people for some reason. 

‘I am not.’ His voice is warning. She doesn’t press. 

She kept digging, still unsure what to do to show him something that would tempt him. Images of him in bed alone surface after a while and she pushes harder, looking for the thoughts that had been in his head at that time. She looked for what he imagined when his hand was slipping around himself in the dark. The thoughts that made his breath quicken and his stomach shudder. Finally. 

She shifted the image, her figure below Jake and she feels a strange sort of deja vu. The Jake in the scene was over her and she was moaning the usual obscenities as his hair rocked around her. Jake’s actual consciousness was unimpressed. 

‘So sometimes I like it a little vanilla, so what? You’re still not convincing me to crave you, demoness.’

‘Your mind is strange. Hard to navigate, I guess.’

Vision Jake leans down to kiss her with a hum. ‘I like that.’ 

She shifts the scene, unhappy with him messing with her again. She shows them together in a few different positions and she feels herself pulling from the things she had shown Josh, hoping Jake couldn’t tell. She also shows Jake a scene of him between her thighs and she hears him groan, making her feel a little accomplished. 

The final scene, she had been holding onto in hopes that she would’ve flustered him enough before having to show it to him. It was risky, even for her. He was a strong demon and this could make him more upset than aroused. But if he hadn’t wanted her to access the idea, he should’ve been more careful. 

They’re in a beautiful room, draped in red and flooded with moonlight. She straddles Jake’s hips and she rocks back and forth on him. He hums as she runs her hands over every curve of his face, down his neck and across his shoulders. Then she speaks to him, her lips pressed against the curve of his ear, soft and insistent. 

‘You do not have to be good to be loved.’ She felt Jake push at her presence, but she continued, kissing at his sweaty skin. ‘You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.’ 

She kisses him deeply on the lips and vision Jake relents, giving in to her touch. Letting it consume him, he gets lost in the imagined moment, pulling her figure closer, wanting them to meld into one. In the vision, it’s almost as if they do, their souls twisting and touching in a way so foreign to the material world she was alight in a way she never had been before.

In his living room, she releases his head and her eyes flicker back to their regular color. Jake’s hands are strong, keeping her close as he blinks back to the physical plane. 

“How did you know to say that?” Jake breathes, feeling slightly off, but knowing he wanted Y/N here. “How did you see that?”

She feels the intensity of Jake’s question. “It was in a memory. You read the poem and then went to bed.” 

Jake nodded, still staring at her face but not quite her eyes, wanting her to continue. 

“I felt how happy you were that night when you came. The only thing different from other nights was that poem. Thought I’d give it a shot.” 

“Don’t ever speak of that to anyone. Do you understand me?” His fingers were burning at her sides. 

“I would never.” Her voice is sincere. She worries her lip, unsure if she should say what’s really on her mind. “I meant it.”

Jake looks up at her eyes for the first time since they had come out of the vision. “What?” 

She traces under his eyes gingerly with her thumbs, scared of him pushing her away. “I understand why you like the poem so much. I like it too. So, I meant it...You can tell me about your despair, and I will tell you mine.”

She pauses, watching Jake’s blank expression. 

“If you want. Challenge, everything, aside. I am a demon but I am also still a girl inside somewhere. Both exist within me and I don’t even like the demon stuff all that much. I’ve had 50 years to realize just how much I wish I’d done it all differently. Maybe I wouldn’t be seducing strangers as some sort of living dead eternal 27 year old. Maybe I could’ve been alive somewhere else right now, withering with a long line of family to love me as I died slowly.” 

“Oh fucking hell,” Jake sighs, releasing a hand to twirl a finger through her hair. .

“What?” 

“You’re fucking brilliant,” He shakes his hair out and then presses his lips against her just like he had in the vision. “You win,” He mumbles against her lips. 

She kisses him back, her arms snaking around his neck. “It wasn’t a gimmick. I’m serious.” 

“I know, and you win. Sincerity,” Jake moves his lips to kiss along her jaw. “Is extremely sexy, in a world where almost nothing is true. Fuck. You’re so soft.” 

She grinned up at the ceiling, befuddled but excited. 

“Do those people even know the gift they were getting when you went home with them?” His voice shakes with passion and desire. She’s certain this is not from her usual influence. Her powers hadn’t worked on Jake at all.

Jake was practically worshiping her because she was herself. Because she had found a real piece of him and shown it to him and connected with it. It felt better than any meaningless hookup she’d had before. Jake, the demon who had criticized her, was the gentlest lover she’d ever had. The sweetest soul she’d ever connected with. It felt so good to be seen.

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To be continued….

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[danceswithsporks]

Awake- Part 5

Crosshair x F!Innkeeper reader

*Not Canon to Season 3*

Parts 1 2 3 4

Chapter Summary: You and Crosshair get closer.

Authors Notes: ooooh this chapter came to me quickly!! I think I’m finally starting to get into the groove with writing for Crosshair!!

I’ll be posting the outfit inspos for her sundress and nightgown within the next few days so let me know if you’d like to be tagged in that!

Sleep, it was so nice to finally sleep. Crosshair couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept so soundly. Dreams still didn’t come to him, but neither did the nightmares. It didn’t even feel like a long sleep for him. It was one of the sleeps where one blinks and suddenly it’s hours later and they’re awake. Fully rested and ready to tackle the day. Except it wasn’t daytime when he finally woke up, it was nighttime. Had he truly slept long enough for it to be nighttime once more? 

“So he finally wakes up.” Your voice drifted across the room as you stepped in from your private living room. “How’d you sleep?” You clicked on your light in a soft setting before stepping around the bed, you sat on the edge and watched him. 

“You been watchin' me?” Crosshair sat up with a huff, his body feeling almost well-rested. 

You laughed softly while shaking your head. “Nah, just came in to see if you were still alive. Wanted to make sure I didn’t need to buy a new bed.” You leaned down and popped off your shoes. 

Crosshair watched you curiously as you removed your shoes. “Worried I’d stink up your bed?” 

“No, I was worried about that earlier before you showered. Now I’m just worried you’ll be too comfortable to go back to your room.” You picked up your shoes and carried them over to your closet. Moving the door to the side you revealed a shelf full of shoes. The ones in your hand slid perfectly into their designated spot before you turned and walked back to the edge of the bed. “Come on, dinners ready.” 

“It’s a nice bed, but too girly for me.” Crosshair stood from the bed and stretched his arms above his head. 

“First time I’ve heard anyone complain.” Once more you were greeted with the sight of his toned chest. Even in the soft lighting of your room, he looked nice. Shrugging, you walked over to the door and curled your finger at him in a beckoning motion. You smirked at him playfully before disappearing through the door. 

Now what did that mean? Crosshair didn’t hesitate to follow you out of the room. He expected that the two of you would eat dinner out in the main area of the inn but instead, you stopped at the table in your small kitchen. Two plates of some kind of fish-based dish sat on the table with two glasses of white wine. “Ya do this for all your guests? Or just the unstable ones?” 

At least he was cracking jokes now. “Just the cute unstable ones.” You took a seat at the table and looked at the seat across from you, waiting for him to join you. “It’s just a baked whitefish. It has lemon, butter, and some seasonings with crushed fried onions on top. Nothing too fancy. Come on, join me.” Patting the table playfully, you smiled at him. 

There it was again, that damn smile of yourself that did something to him. Which made zero sense to him seeing as he’d seen it countless times in his dreams. Now it was suddenly making his heart feel fluttery. What the hell was that about?  Crosshair pulled out his seat and sat down carefully. Even though he wasn’t hungry, he had to admit that the food smelled good. He stared at the plate of food as the sound of your fork filled the air. 

“Don’t make me have to feed you again. I’ll make starship sounds this time.” You took a bite of your fish and hummed, so good. 

The way you hummed was… adorable. He released a deep chuckle at your comment. “As fun as that was, I can feed myself.” Crosshair stabbed at his food and moved to take a bite. His stomach twisted and his mouth dried. He didn’t want to eat. A sound caught his attention, making him look up. 

You grabbed your plate and glass of wine and moved around the table to sit next to him. “You say that. But I think you need a little help.” Reaching across the table, you grabbed his plate and swapped it for yours. 

“What are you doing?” He watched with curiosity as you took the fork from his hand and handed him your fork. 

“Making this awkward for the both of us.” You picked up a piece of his fish and grabbed his hand holding your fork. You moved his hand down to your plate and helped him fill your fork. “Feed me.”

Crosshair stared at you in shock. “What?” 

You let out an annoyed sigh and pulled the fork towards you. “Feed me and I’ll feed you. That way we’re both being awkward about this.” 

“You can’t be serious.” You couldn’t be, right? 

“As serious as a heart attack, Crosshair. Now. Let’s eat before this gets cold. Cold cooked fish isn’t exactly delicious.”  You waved the fork full of food in front of his face. Reluctantly, he opened his mouth and allowed you to feed him once more.

It was once again delicious. It melted in his mouth while the flavors danced across his tongue. Maker, you could cook like no other person he’d ever met. He followed your action and pushed your fork forward. You parted your plump lips carefully and he slid the fork in. You hummed once more and his heart did that skipping thing again. Maybe he should get that looked at. He took in the way you were staring at him and it took him a moment to realize why. You were waiting for him to say something about the meal. “It’s good. Thanks.” 

Well, it wasn’t some on-the-roof proclamation of how much he liked it, but it would do. “Glad ya like it.” You picked up some more of his fish and placed it near his lips. “Tell me if you get full. Don’t want to make you sick.” He opened his mouth for more, making you smile as you slid the fork in. He repeated the action to you and the two of you slowly began to go back and forth. 

It wasn’t until you heard the fork tap against the plate that you realized thirty minutes had gone by and he’d eaten nearly all the fish. Both of your wine glasses had gone untouched during the entire time. You cleared your throat and placed the fork down before picking up your glass and taking a sip from it. “I think I’ve had my fill.” Your fish was over halfway gone, but you’d had lunch with Chai unlike him. “Thank you for feeding me.” 

Crosshair shifted as you leaned back with your glass. It seemed you were done feeding him. Which was good because he was honestly starting to feel full. “Didn’t have much of a choice, did I?” Oh, he hadn’t meant for that to come out so snarky. To his surprise. You reached over and took his free hand in yours. It was so soft. 

“Crosshair, you always have a choice. Please, if I ever overstep a boundary let me know. I’ll never truly force you to do something you don’t want to do.” You truly hoped he didn’t think you would. All you’d been trying to do was help him out of his funk.  “I’m sorry if I’ve given you that impression.” You swirled the white wine in your glass carefully while looking away from him. Perhaps you’d overstepped?

You didn’t look as nice with that frown on your lips. He reached up and took your hand from his shoulder and moved it down to the table. Holding it gently, he shook his head. “Ya didn’t force me, Doll. Ya …” he thought about the right words for a moment. “Ya nudged me. So thanks, I guess.”

You looked at him through your lashes and chuckled softly. “I’m good at that.” His rough hand holding yours was surprisingly nice. You expected him to let go after speaking but he didn’t, in fact, it felt like he was slowly pulling you closer. Your heart beat faster than you thought possible at the idea that he wanted you close. None of this had been done in hopes of growing closer to him. You just didn’t want him in your inn depressed and alone. Right?

Right?

Sure, he was handsome with a lovely set of muscles and a jawline so sharp you could cut paper with it. Sure, his voice was nice and reminded you of… something. A dream maybe? But he was a customer and you had that rule in place for a reason. You’d been hurt too many times by customers who came and went when they pleased. Who played with your heart while they were around just to fly off to some other planet and repeat the same things to some other woman? 

But Crosshair wasn’t leaving, was he? Hunter and Echo had said they planned to settle down here on Pabu. Wrecker and Omega were clearly settling in as well. Perhaps that meant so would Crosshair? The idea made you flush at the possible implications. It would change things, wouldn’t it? Instead of him being a customer who came and went when he pleased, he’d be a neighbor, a fellow islander. That could make a potential relationship easier. 

Crosshair cleared his throat drawing your attention and you realized you’d been zoning out while staring at him. How embarrassing. It felt like your entire face was red now. Here you two were having a simple conversation and you were already planning how you’d make a relationship work. How pathetic could you get? Were you seriously that desperate to have your heart broken again? 

“Hmm? “ You shook the thoughts about him away. It took you a moment to remember what he’d said. “Oh, yeah. You're welcome.”  Placing the wine glass down, you reached up and brushed some hair behind your ear. “I can’t promise an amazing meal each time but… well if you’d ever like to eat together again we can.” 

He reluctantly released your hand and nodded. More time with you? It sounded nice. Plus it seemed with you eating with him he was more likely to finish a meal. But was that something he deserved? To be allowed the ability to eat with you and see that smile whenever he wanted? How could he be allowed that honor after everything he’d done? Would you rescind the offer once you learned who he truly was? “Y-yeah. Sounds good.” 

He stood from the table and so did you, you reached for the plate in front of him while he reached for the one in front of you. The two of you nearly hit heads making you stutter in surprise. Now that you were this close to him it was easier to make out his features. You hadn’t realized how brown his eyes were. It was like looking into a mug of hot chocolate with swirls of whipped cream in it. Not exactly pure brown but not tan either. Yes, you knew they were warm but you’d never seen them this close before. Now that you had, you felt even warmer. Then there were the bags under his eyes. Not as prominent as they had been thanks to the sleep he’d gotten earlier, but still there. Then of course there was his tattoo. You weren’t positive about what it was but you believed it was called a crosshair. At least that was what one of the bounty hunters you’d momentarily been with had called it. 

Crosshair stared at you for a moment, surprised that the two of you had almost hit each other. Your lips were parted in surprise while your eyes were wide. Eyes that reminded him of his dreams. Eyes that were filled with hope and happiness. Crosshair swallowed as he stepped around the table closer to you. He watched as you licked your lips nervously before allowing him to get closer. “It was good, by the way. Really good.” He whispered to you before raising his hand to touch your cheek. “You’re good at cooking.” 

“Thanks.” Your voice was soft. You watched his hand carefully as a shuddering breath left you. Yes, touch me. You thought as his hand hovered over your cheek. He hesitated for a moment making you wonder if he was nervous. You stepped forward and placed your cheek against his hand. He sighed softly, making your heart race again. “If there’s anything you desire, let me know.”

There was only one thing he desired in this moment and it was simply your lips against his. He leaned forward to do just that when a thump from upstairs sounded off in the room. It seemed to be enough to shake the trance you two had been in as you pulled away from him suddenly. 

You cleared your throat while pulling away. You couldn’t get involved with another customer. Not again. “I’ll clean this up. You should get some more rest.” Turning away from him was hard with the shocked way he was looking at you. No, Doll. Not another one. You kept telling yourself the lie. That you wouldn’t cave to him and let your desires get the best of you. But in the end, you’d probably give into that carnal desire to be touched. 

Oh. “Okay.” He nodded before stepping away from the table. “Thanks, again.” He motioned to the bedroom. “For everything.” 

“Of course.” You picked up the plates and turned towards the kitchen. Hesitating, you looked over your shoulder at him one last time. “You ever want to talk, I’m a good listener.” 

The smile you gave him was pure and made his heart warm. “Yeah, I’ll remember that.” You were just as sweet and kind as you were in his dreams. Without any other hesitation, he turned and left your private apartment. 

-*-

Crosshair sat in his room in deep thought. You’d cleaned his room for him, wiped things down, changed the bedding, and aired out the room. Hell, you’d even placed a vase of flowers on the table. It felt brand new to him. But it lacked your smell. The pillows didn’t hold your perfume the way yours did. The bed wasn’t as soft as yours. In short, it was boring. 

He laid back on the bed with a huff and stared at the ceiling. How would he sleep now with that smile of yours racing through his thoughts or the way? The silence of the night filled his room while a cool breeze drifted its way around his body from the open window. The scent of flowers filled the air, making him hum. Flowers. You liked flowers. It was clear from your room and the fact that your room smelled heavily of them. 

A long sigh left crosshair as he made his way over to the shower. He needed to clear his head and not think of you so much. He clicked the water on hot and didn’t he so state to step in. The cold water shocked his body to the point that you quickly left his mind. “Finally.” He whispered as the water started to heat up. Finally, you were out of his mind. 

“Crosshair.” 

The voice caught him off guard. He hadn’t heard it in weeks. Well, he had, but not like this. 

“Crosshair. Come to me.” Your voice danced in his ears like a siren's song. 

“No. You’re not real.” He whimpered softly while the hot water began to warm his skin. 

“That isn’t a bad thing? Is it?”  You wrapped your arms around his waist and placed your hands on his chest. 

The phantom feeling drifted across his body. This was something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Not since the first time you appeared. “It is. I can’t…I can’t have you.”

“Yes, you can. Cross. You can have me all you want.” Your hands drifted down his body and wrapped around his hardening cock. “Let me help you, Crosshair. Let me take care of this.” 

“Please.” He shuddered as his hand wrapped around yours and slowly stroked his length. “Mesh’la, please. This is torture.” 

“Then give in.”

He couldn’t fight it anymore. With a few smooth strokes of his fist, he began to think about your beauty. Your lips and how succulent they looked. How your hips swayed when you walked and how softly you spoke to him. The way you cared so deeply it hurt for he knew that the moment you found out about his past you’d leave. “D-Doll.” He whispered your name into the steam filling the room. Stroke after stroke drew him to his first release in months. 

“That’s my good boy.”  You moved around in front of him and kissed him sweetly. 

Then you were gone and he was once again alone. His mess on the floor of the shower and his hand were the only reminders that you’d been there. 

-*-

Crosshair allowed the early morning air to envelope his body while he walked towards the waiting patio. You were once more standing there allowing the cool air to wrap around your body. Your ruffled nightgown blew in the breeze and slid across the back of your legs. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around your waist before kissing the crook of your neck. “It’s early, Doll.” 

You’d been enjoying that lovely morning air when you’d felt arms wrap around your body. You were in such a haze that you didn’t register what was happening until you felt lips on your skin and then he spoke. “C-Crosshair?” What in the stars was he doing?

“Hmm?” He nuzzled against your skin, enjoying the scent of you. 

“What are you doing?” Your bodies began to sway back and forth as he moved you to the side. It felt nice and while you enjoyed the feeling of him so close it was not normal for him.

Crosshair hummed in thought for a moment before speaking. His arms holding you tighter. “Just enjoying the feel of you.” He felt you wiggle in his arms and after a moment he let you go. 

You turned and faced him with surprise on your face. “Are you okay?” Stepping forward, you placed a hand against his forehead to see if he was sick. It would explain the odd behavior. His arms were back around your waist and he pulled you close once more. “C-Crosshair!” 

“Kiss me, Doll.” It sounded almost like he was begging. “Like earlier.” 

Earlier? What was he talking about? “Crosshair? Do you know who I am?” 

“My Doll. My beautiful Doll.” He ran his nose against the tip of yours. 

Well… yes you were Doll. He was right about that. It was the hazy look in his eyes that made you wonder if he was ok. “Do you know where we are?”

He chuckled and nodded. “In our home.” 

Well, that made it clear what was happening. “Crosshair? I think you’re sleepwalking.” You placed a hand on his chest. At least he wasn’t sleepwalking while naked like one of your previous guests. He needed to wake up.  He chuckled once more and it went so deep you felt it in your chest. “I’m going to wake you up, Crosshair.”  You tried to wiggle from his arms but found his grip around you too strong. Maker, he was strong. If this was any other moment you’d savor the feeling. But right now, how he was acting wasn’t him.

You tapped his chest a few times to try and gently wake him up but nothing seemed to work. You knew from the event with the naked customer that waking him up too suddenly would result in him possibly attacking you. Chewing your lip, you tried to think of what to do. Staring at his lips you wondered if something else would work. Standing on the tips of your toes, you closed your eyes and pressed your lips against his. 

Crosshair sighed against your lips and held you close. For minutes it felt like everything he’d dreamed about with you. It was all so real and wonderful. You tasted like your morning caf that was just a little too sweet and you smelled like flowers. Your body was warm against the cool morning air and that sweet little hum you made was just perfect. So perfect and wonderful and real.

Too real.

It was like it all hit him suddenly. With a gasp, he gripped your upper arms tightly and stared at you. “W-what happened?” Why were you kissing? Not that it wasn’t nice, but you barely knew each other. Hell, he’d only just started talking to you. 

You cleared your throat a few times trying to get him to release your arms. His grip was just a little too tight. “You were sleepwalking.” 

He stared at you in utter surprise. He didn’t know he did that. As he took a moment to try and remember what he was dreaming about, he released your arms slowly. It all came back to him like being hit with a freighter. He’d held you, snuggled your neck, and kissed you. He’d said things to you too. Things he only said in the safety of his dreams. This was the first time he’d even dreamed about you since arriving. Now he was sleepwalking when he did it? Fuck, what else was he capable of doing while sleepwalking? “S-Sorry.” 

“It’s okay.” You stepped back from him. “Umm, I should get things ready for breakfast.” Yup, time to make your getaway. 

“Right.” He stepped to the side and watched you walk towards the kitchen. “Thanks for waking me up.” 

You stopped and looked back at him. “Anytime.” Turning back to the kitchen you walked over to the sink and began to fill the kettle for tea. You heard him head back up the stairs to his room. Raising your hand to your lips, you ran your fingers across the delicate skin while thinking about the kiss. “Anytime.”

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This is an AU. I’m too lazy to go into details about it but i just wanted to write this lol💀

(Apologies for any grammar errors!! I ddint bother editing this. Also kinda cringe ngl💀 imma gage myself later for writing this)

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And yes this is a HTTYD reference

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Monkey king was running hastily down a cave system dodging and weaving ever rock and crystal desperately trying to find a shadow monkey.

He felt as if he would pass out from exhaustion….or maybe it’s stress? He couldn’t really tell at this point and he quite frankly didn’t care.

He stopped to look around the area he was in not instantly noticing any direction Macaque could have gone.

He swore that he saw him. It had to be him.

But maybe he just saw some other monkey earlier.

Yeah, as if there was another celestial monkey just chilling around here.

Either it was a hallucination or the most special person that was in his life was alive.

He’s been running after this shadow damn near a hour now. And usually he’d never get tired this fast but he felt drained me

He felt as if he should give up at this point. It isn’t like he hasn’t though he saw Macaque before….

It’s just that he seems so real. Almost too real.

He glanced to his left spotting a small pathway. He sighed deeply and made his way over and went through.

He walked for a couple minutes before entering a pretty nice open space.

The whole place was illuminated with gems and crystals sprouting out of the floor.

He walked around them talking one last look around and took a quick turn back around to make his way out back.

He froze when he heard a small tap on the floor.

He instantly turned back around and ran toward the noises direction.

He put his hand firmly on a decent sized crystal and leaned forward, freezing in shock.

There he was. Macaque. He was staring directly at him with a pained expression.

Wukong felt as if the wind was knocked out of him and shoved right back in his throat.

He slowly came from behind the crystal and took one single step.

Macaque tensed at the movement and took a big swallow and shuffled back a bit.

Wukong kept opening his mouth but he couldn’t find words to say.

What are you supposed to say when you see your supposed to be dead best friend?

His breath was slightly uneven and he took one more step feeling his hand shake.

Macaque eyes glared at him as if he done something wrong.

“I know what you’re gonna say Wukong.”

Wukong froze hearing his low voice. He hasn’t heard it in so long. He’s really here.

He’s only twenty feet away from him but it felt like thousands.

“How long…” was the only words Wukong could get out before his throat closed. It felt like someone was squeezing his throat and shoving sand into it.

“Awhile…” Macaque said firmly crossing his arms close to his chest.

“How long awhile….?” Wukong voice shook slightly.

“Longer then a month I guess…” Wukong felt like he’d been stabbed in the gut.

“I know what you’re gonna say Wukong. How could I have done this?” Macaque looked away from him his bodily noticeably shaking, tail slightly twitching.

Macaque let out a scoff “Staying away and not telling you I’m alive after all this time?”

Wukong couldn’t help but just stare at him in awe. Even after all that even death couldn’t take away how beautiful he looked. He looks so different but looked the same somehow.

“Once I came back why did it I go back to you? To the mountain? Is that what you wanna ask?” Macaque’s brows were furrowed as he stared him in his eyes.

Wukong placed a foot forward.

“Well, after all this time I’ve been dead how would you have even reacted!? Last time we spoke we almost killed each other! What did you expect me to do huh!?” Macaque shouted throwing his hands in the air teeth looking as sharp as ever.

“I don’t even know why I’m even trying to explain myself to you!? You’ve always been so selfish and the biggest idiot I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting!!” Macaque cried out glaring at him as he took another two steps forward.

Macaque breathed heavily looking up at the ceiling of the cave.

“I know that maybe I should’ve seen you sooner and tried to mend things with you again.”

Wukong mouth was extremely dry right now. He seriously needed water or something cause it’s painful.

“But I thought you’d be better off without me.” Macaque laughed pitifully putting a hand to his chest clenching around the fabric.

“And maybe that was wrong. And I guess I can see that now but-” Macaque backed away from Wukong who was getting so close that he could almost touch him.

Wukong wanted to touch him so bad. He wanted to hold him so extremely bad at the moment. He hated seeing him like this.

Can’t say he was any different either.

“Oh my gods Wukong!!” Macaque couldn’t back up anymore but just glare at him.

“Stop being so silent!! Go on! Shout! Scream! Say something dammit!?” Macaque’s eyes were welling up with tears begging to fall.

Wukong felt his eyes water as he lifted a hand and put it gently on Macaque’s cheek.

Macaque mouth quivers and gasps slightly at the touch and try’s everything in him to not lean into it.

Macaque eyes are wide in surprise and Wukong who had tears fall down from his face.

“You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you.” Wukong whispered softly a sad smile spreading across his face.

Tears feel down Macaque’s face as he mouth was slightly open in shock eyes still widen at the soft sweet words.

Macaque leaned into his hand as Wukong stroked his thumb lightly.

Wukong couldn’t care less anymore and jumped at Macaque wrapping one arm across his shoulder burrowing his face into his shoulder and the other at his upper back.

Wukong hasn’t felt so vulnerable on his life and he doesn’t care.

Macaque finally wrapped his arms around Wukong shoving his face into his neck taking a shaky breath.

Macaque pulled back holding wukong face in his hand.

“I probably should’ve came to you sooner.” He whispered.

“Yeah. You should have you asshole.” Wukong glared with tears still falling and smile twice as wide.

Macaque rolled his eyes wiping the tears out of Wukong’s eyes.

“I’m sorry.” Macaque spoke quietly.

“I’m sorry too Macaque.” Wukong held Macaque’s jaw pulling his face closer placing his forehead on his.

They both closed their eyes taking each others prescience in.

Macaque pulled slightly away daring into Wukong’s eyes with a new warmth in them.

“God I missed you so much.” Macaque let out a choked out snicker.

“I mean who wouldn’t?” Wukong teased slightly.

“Ah. And somehow you’ve made me hate you even more.” Macaque glared with no heat behind it.

“It’s a gift.” Wukong shrugged with a smug grin.

Macaque smirked shaking his head. “Still the comedian I see.” He stared fondly.

Wukong face hurt from crying and smiling so much.

They just stared at each other with nothing but love in their eyes. Macaque was the first to lean in before Wukong instantly got the message leaning into a kiss.

Wukong couldn’t help but smile the moment he felt Macaque let out his own smile into the kiss.

It was weird. Not the kiss though- the kiss was amazing and extremely passionate. Tingly feelings and all. But it was weird to kiss him.

No wukong couldn’t help when his hands trembled.

Macaque pressing a kiss on the corner of his mouth and back on his mouth held his hands tightly to keep him grounded.

They tilted their heads to deepen it feeling so free and happy. They haven’t felt like this in a long time.

Macaque softly backed away smiling at him with nothing but love.

“I definitely missed those.” Wukong wiggled his eyebrows.

Macaque couldn’t help but chuckle at that kissing Wukong’s cheek wrapping his tail gently around Wukong’s embracing him again.

Wukong sighed contently resting his body into Macaque’s as Macaque did to him.

“Hope you know I’m never letting you go again.” Wukong deadpanned.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way peaches.” Macaque smiled into his neck.

Wukong smiled at the old nickname tightening his embrace.

“Perfect.” He smiled closing his eyes.

They stay there in each others embrace feeling as if they unlocked the keys to the entire universe.

Neither of them wished this would every end.

But if it did it’d be ok. They would have each other and that’s all they need.

[haverdoodles]

Golden Sun

— (Hawke)

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Hawke,

This is a letter that you’ll never read.

Maker’s breath, even just writing your name makes me feel like I’ve been stabbed. You’d think I’d be better equipped to deal with grief, considering the hundreds of tragic tales I’ve witnessed and written – and yet somehow, despite the endless knowledge I’ve gained on the subject, I still feel just as lost and helpless as anyone else.

It’s been eleven months since you’ve disappeared. Every waking thought I have is of you trapped in the Fade, lost and searching where I can’t find you

They say grief gets easier with time. I used to tell people the same thing, but I can now safely say it’s bullshit. Eleven months, and there’s still a Hawke-shaped wound in my chest. Some days it’s an unbearable, crushing weight, and Doe-Eyes has to coax me out of bed or else I’ll never leave. A part of me never wants that wound to heal, because it feels like it’d mean forgetting you. I’ll never forget you.

Hawke, you’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met. I’m sure I’ve told you this before, but I don’t think you’ll ever truly grasp just how miraculous you are. How deeply and profoundly good you are, inside and out. You have this innate sort of light that draws people in like moths to flame, but the light never burns people. It shelters and warms, and provides solace to all who need it. They’re calling you the ‘Golden Sun of Kirkwall’, now. I think it’s fitting. I just wish they had decided on a damn name at a time when you could hear it for yourself. Oh, you’d be grinning for weeks.

There are so many things I want to say to you, that I’ve always wanted to say to you, but I can never find the words. The irony. I want to describe the way the sunlight catches your hair and turns it into a halo of golden fire, and the way your smile drowns out every terrible thing in this blighted world. There’s more – something about the specific hue of your eyes, and the ripple of muscle in your arms whenever you stretch or reach or lift up your sword, but the words are fizzling out as I write. I’m so tired, Hawke. I don’t want to write about you, I want you home.

Fenris and I haven’t given up on you. He has a kid now, did you know that? A sweet Qunari girl named Alba. You’d love her. The others have started to believe that you might be dead, but we know better, and we’re working to get you back. The Inquisitor has generously offered all of the resources she has at her disposal. I think she misses you too, though she’d never say it out loud.

I won’t write the three words hovering on the tip of my tongue. They’re too precious to put onto paper, but I feel them strongly just the same.

We’ll find you, Hawke. And when we do, I’ll toss this letter in the flames and never look back. Hold on, just for a little longer.

Varric

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[Doe-Eyes (Te’lise) and Alba are original characters of mine.]