#but i wont. for now. consider yourself spared

[jessenitrogen]

rattles him around to the point where he falls apart into a scrap heap

[womanpl3aser]

Alex vause x reader

Its for women only, if you're a man get off my shit. Anyways I wont be writing here what this contains it will unfold as you read;) Enjoy!

MDNI or its up to u icrlcs

no wc but proofread lmk if I missed words

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"Alright ladies, outside your cells for check ups" the officer would say in a loud tone

"God I hate these so much dont you alex?" you'd say. No response, "Alex are you listening to me"

She'd just give you a "if you don't shut the fuck up ill ruin you" glare but you wouldn't budge, who were you to give up after being here all these weeks? months? gosh you don't even know how long you've been locked up. I guess minor memory loss it is.

"Alex goddammit!" You'd yell catching unwanted attention but at least you caught hers again so you couldn't really care less if others gave you nasty looks.

SHUT.THE.FUCK.UP she'd mouth you from the other side of the cell to which you'd just scoff, you were used to it. You turned her off 1,2 maybe 3 times when she tried to talk to you all nicely and peacefully without any intentions of starting anything with you but now oh well you gotta face the consequences don't you?

The next morning..

"I hate this food already" You'd complain to your inmate "Guess you could do fruits then" she'd respond with a tint of sarcasm as a joke.

Lunch time. Finally. You were craving something to eat, definitely not your tepo but it's better than being starved by Red who's not in the kitchen no mo'. "So how're your days in here y/n" a group of inmates would ask you that were sitting besides you and infront of you while "munching". "Shit" they'd give a dry chuckle "No shit, any other than that?" they'd resume their meals while you'd just sit there not feeling that hungry no more, at least that's what your actions showed "Well actually—"

Alex.Alex.Alex. She just stepped in for fucks sake how can she stop being so breathe taking without even trying. God she didn't even spare you a glance after that pie being thrown over her by "Crazy eyes" who supposedly considered you as her Prison wife?, is that how they'd call it. Anyways even so. She would act so nonchalant

Shed walk up to your table with the rest of the inmates and sit next to one of the left over seats and just stare at them, maybe throw some words in but never look at you. Like come on just a little quick glance wouldn't hurt would it?

Lunch break was over and you needed eagerly to get your clothes washed but you had it timed it perfectly. You knew she'd be there to take them so it just slipped right into place

Youd walk in the laundry room while catching an ounce of her attention. Yes! you thought to yourself. Finally she did notice me. "I-i just wanted t‐ , never mind" shit. you really were a literal fuck up and selfish like red said, stumbling over your own words, mixing them together dang but just as you were about to walk away you'd hear her voice again. No words could describe how much you deep down missed it. " 'ts fine just give them to me" You'd walk over to her and she'd grab them from your hands. You'd try to chit-chat with her, maybe a small talk would lighten up the tension inbetween you two but no. None of it worked "Alex" that would kind of catch her attention for a bit longer now. That worked. "I am sorr-" but you couldn't seem to finish that sentence. Deep down you felt guilty for what you've done and caused her to be brought back here

After stopping mid sentence she'd just mutter something you could make out and you'd forcefully just had to walk away. You had given your laundry to her what else could you possibly want from her? you'd ask yourself that. You had to.

Some days pass by and nothing happens. Just the same monotone Alex Vause, I mean it was 50% of your fault for whatever had happened but she was at fault too. It wasn't all clearly on you but you did cause half of it so that matters. Fuck you thought to yourself. Here she was again. Walking mindlessly but this time she spared you a glance and actually walked up to you. "What the fuck do you want" she'd say aggressively..

"what have you done" she'd say in shock "I-iam so so so so so sorry" You'd try to apologize pathetically but it was no use "You're such a pathetic little cunt" she'd spit out with no regrets "I figured I could tell the truth.. Straight up, right up" You'd try to say "Are you fucking serious y/n? you fucking brib- , I got no fucking words, really" she'd babble in madness but in really you expected her to be enraged, hit you even kill you infront of everyone but she didn't have that kind of mindset. Yeah ofcourse she worked in a cartel, selling drugs? grams? who the fuck else knew. Yeah you were put up in there but still. Not a single thought of harming you. "Y-you know I can't do this right now seriously" and just like that she'd merge off her seat and run somewhere, maybe the bathroom? but you didn't follow. Just sat there taking in all the scene and what had just occurred, breathing it in.

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Same day, Drama activity. Great, how awesome to participate in it with the person you weren't in great terms with at the moment. There would be voices chattering, blabbering and stuff. All in a blur. Your inmate would be with a gran doing some theatrical shit. She didn't even know what she was doing to be honest. "Ring ring! Oh the phone! Pick it up" She'd offer her hand to her partner that was chosen for that act. "This is not a phone" "It is! PICK it up" "It is not" she'd roll her eyes in real annoyance before she'd said "Then what is it?" "A dick" Everyone would be dying of laugher, including you. That was a good one christ but.

New unprofessional, talentless actresses had to get up since the last play ended. fucking great.

..Nowww were choosing.. Y/n Chapman aaaand Alex vause. Awesome, and i was wondering if this day would get any worse. You'd speak up and say "It's best for us not to work together right now" the officer would answer right away with the "There's no refusals so go on" but Alex would be hesitant too "In the terms we are I don't think we could cooparate". The officer would hiss and say "You could work it out, besides it drama time. Get up from your seats". You and Alex would walk up awkwardly from your seats clearly feeling that agnorance between you two. A few people would make suggestions on what the play would be about, especially that one indecisive person not knowing what to choose and lock in. Gosh. Finally after a bunch of seconds of debate it was finally to get in act.

"What can I do for you" You'd chirp in a fake tone "This fruit is rotten, I want a refund" she'd say in a sadistic tone "Well things don't always go the way you want" You'd say which would catch Alex's attention "No. Things don't go your way" You'd be bickering with each other like literal kids while everyone stared intensively at you two. Even the wannabe director but then it'd hit you, a sudden ringing would make you snap "..For the store. I could give you another one. And yes I lied but sometimes lying is to keep someone safe for a short period of time" You'd say which Alex would change her expression to confused or maybe more calm and heart warmed? it surely seemed like it. After finishing your speech, You'd give her another fruit. "Here you go, it's a nice hard one" You'd smile a bit but she'd giggle "I like soft ones" she'd answer and just with that, the play would end and you'd be left grinning while everyone started clapping and you were going back to your seat absolutely in shock.

A day or two after this "inconvenience"

Alex would spot you walking towards her but the moment you both made eye contact youd turn around and go to the "do not enter" crosses that were set by the staff there and barg into the library without second thoughts. She'd make a confused expression while speeding up to your walk/jog rhythm to catch up to you.

After finally reaching you she'd lock eyes with you and randomly slap you out of nowhere creating a mark on your right side of your lip but you wouldn't let this end without a war. You'd pull her hair slightly which would make her grunt and grapple onto yours a bit harsher which would make you whinse in a bit of pain but you could tolerate that deep inside(it was secretly turning you on). Both of you would start pushing each other but suddenly something would come over you.. "Fu-" You'd kiss her and she'd kiss back even harsher which you would push her on the table, kind of tripping her, making her lay down while you'd make your way and kiss her slowly making your way down her abdomen and then the thing you craved the most. wasting no time you'd pull down her panties and immediately dive into her heat. Fuck it was paradise. She'd moan and twist, squirm. fuck fuck fuck.. but she also had her little plan in her head. While you were eating her out she'd unexpectedly stand on her feet, forcefully push you down onto the floor, take that grandma's white bra off of you and start to kiss your boobs and then finally.. go down on you in an aggressive way, pulling down your panties in a quick move and lick,twist and suck. She wanted to destroy your intestines with just her tongue. Crazy fucking girl.

hate sex is it they say.

this was rushed, it's currently 8:53 and I had an idea of writing something with oitnb. Ngl I want that woman so badly at this point.

Btw new elabs smut will be uploaded sometime soon;) stay tuned

[bugbart]

UPDATE: help a weird trans artist in between jobs

(Original Post Under Readmore)

Thank you so much to everyone who helped me out! I am thankfully EMPLOYED again after a longass time job hunting!! The donations I got have been very helpful bridging the gap for things like groceries and gas, so thank you again!!

hey guys its me, bart @bugbart, and i hate to do this but i need to ask for some support

i wont get into the nitty gritty but my job has been an extremely transphobic and unhealthy place for me to work. my manager even agreed that a lot of the issues i was having with both the owners and customers were due to being gender non-conforming. there were lots of other issues but that was the biggest one for me.

My anxiety and mental state at this job has gotten so bad that I was at risk of harming myself last night. I am safe now, but it made me realize I need to get out of there (no job is worth k*lling yourself lol). So i put in my notice.

i thankfully have enough $$$ to pay for rent/bills for november, and am actively going to be searching for another job, gigs, and opportunities to sell my art in the meantime, but any support to help me through to december would be really appreciated.

if my art has ever made u smile and you have some spare cash laying around, it would really really help me through this situation and i would be so so grateful. its also my birthday in november so you could consider it a bday gift.

ko-fi.com/bugbart (my comic is here too if you haven't checked it out yet, its choose your own price)

v*nmo @ bugbart

0/$550 (what ill need for rent in december)

thank you again 🤘

[country-corner]

Less than Lethal

"Just buy a gun."

Oh wait you live someplace where the Police wont approve your CCW permit or even a FOID card. Screw you for self defense. Break the law, get and carry a gun anyway, after your arrest I'll get your gun from my buddies on the force (yes the same ones I bad mouth in public to make myself look cool).

Oh wait. Your company wont let you have a firearm at work. Screw you for self defense, quit the job you've had for decades and get a job elsewhere at lower pay and crappy new employee hours just so you can carry a gun. Or better yet ignore your employer and take a gun anyway, yes if caught you'll likely be fired and may be arrested but your cool and will have a real gun until your arrest, then I'll get it from my buddies on the force to add with the others I got from them.

Screw you and your self defense because I'm superior and own a real gun. But don't point that less than lethal "toy" at me, it's no better than a BB gun and only old women and wimps would consider less than lethal.

Your less than lethal hits at 300fps or more and will break auto glass but that is just like a fly landing on me because I have a real gun.

I'm immune to all forms of OC and CS gas, I walked through the gas chamber in bootcamp like a clean mountain meadow singing God Bless America, because I'm cool and own a real gun.

That small jolt from the leads on the taser, that put the big bad Army Drill Sgt on the ground, will just tickle me because I'm superior because I own a real gun.

Oh, you have a guard dog. How cute, I have a gun so screw your self defense. Buy a real gun.

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Salt, Byrna, Taser, or any number of other less than lethal options including owning a guard dog has their place within a self defense world. Because, not every situation calls for a lethal response.

I daily carry a gun with hollow points and spare magazine. But, I also carry a collapsible baton. I have used the baton on more occasions than I've drawn the gun. Not because I think the baton is superior, but because the situation didn't call for a lethal response. But, I had the gun if things escalated to the need of lethal force.

I see some people in the gun community lately get a stick up their butts sideways at the thought of someone having a less than lethal option. When less than lethal is brought up they react as if the only answer to any and all situation is lethal. Someone is running at you across the parking lot with something in their hands, shoot them. Someone steps on your property covered in blood, get a nice double tap on them. Someone throws a rock at you from 30 yards away, make sure to empty the magazine into them. Shoot to kill first, ask questions later. You sir/madam are the poster child for the gun grabber community.

Now don't get me wrong, which I know some of you will, I advocate owning and training with firearms (handguns, rifles and shotguns) but having a less than lethal option is great. Start training as young as possible. Train with all forms of firearms, alternate hunting equipment and less than lethal self defense tools. Train hand to hand if that the only alternate means of self defense you have. But train.

Get that firearm, but also get that $20 collapsible baton. Get those 12ga less than lethal rounds for your shotgun. Buy that $30 1 mil+ volt flashlight stun gun or the $60 stun gun that shoots 8 mil+ volt leads out. Pay the $300 or more (depends on brand and manufacture) for the gun that will shoot an OC/CS balls or canisters, as well as kinetic balls or pellets that will hit at 300fps to 1000fps (depending on the LtL gun). Get that trained guard dog, or even just a dog that you can train yourself if you have the skills. And again train with what you get.

Once again. Not every situation calls for a lethal response. Find that less than lethal alternative that is right for you and train.

[the-whispers-of-death]

Adam. Butcher's legal name is Adam.

he does think theres a bit of irony in having a biblical name and being who he is

... which now makes me remember sylvesters deadname. but alas i am sparing those details for now. and consider yourself lucky cuz that name is heavily changed in diff languages djsbjssn (both spelling and pronounciation)

but yes. he doesnt try to hide the fact that his name is Adam. he never changed it legally to Butcher. too much hassle

he introduces himself as butcher, but wont try hiding the fact that yep. thats not his "real" name

sylvester does still exclusively call him butcher. hes the reason it stuck so hard, actually. a little teasing nickname that ended up becoming his actual identity. the kids probably know him as only butcher tho. theyve never seen his id, so they dont know any better

and i sure hope kali knows!!

idk which one i like more myself. butcher is basically muscle memory now.

ig you can think of adam as more of his middle name now. people call him that sometimes, and most people dont even know its there, but when explained it does make sense

I feel like Kali switches between Adam and Butcher, depending on if the kids are around or not. If it's just the two of them, Kali most likely calls Butcher by his real name.

Unless Butcher doesn't want him to, of course.

[cxffexngel]

Blood splattered everywhere, chips and nicks in tattered armor that definitelly will need more than just polishing to soothe away all the new marks his armor had won from fending off swarm of enemies after swarm. From the otherworld to the Enead group that thankfully have changed mind for now, this time. And Sandalphon had a lot on his hands just like The eternal's leader that had gone and received a much non-favorable wound even the strongets of mortals would stagger and need to catch their breath for. That much, the current supreme primarch knows - And knows the rather reckless streak Seofon tends to paint into himself, masking the unimaginable burdens the Archangel can only attempt and guess the other bears for such a carefree bravado the other always paints that face with.

But this was a battlefield, even the strongest like himself aren't spared from injury and to need and step back, to depend on others even when Sandalphon himself would lunge his body as a shield and protect the captain if needed - such is the contradictory nature of the heart that defies logical thinking. Thankfully the man having fallin not too far from him to reach. '' Let the others take care of it. '' And it stings, probably his advice brushed off. It is a risky move, after all but sometimes such option is the best. '' You can't die here for nothing, and everyone else is well capable to hold off while tending you. '' It's the least he can do, needing to step back as well himself - sing white wings on his back tucking themselves on his back as much as he can to avoid any lost bullets or stray beams of magic. And despise the dirt and blood spilled on them, the smallest sparkles of light still lingering around in gentle pulses as they feed into the magic at his palms to let them course on the injured Eternal. Slow like the flow and ebb of a gentle sea. Deeper injuries needed more concentration even amidst chaos, and for a war-torn being that such stained hands littered in scars themselves could manage, Sandalphon tries to be gentle yet stern at the same time.

He'd absolutely get an earful, after all, from that one worryingly young mage that makes up for the staff member of the Eternals, if they make it out from this cataclysm. An eyebrow does quick from mild annoyance at the other's preposterous, but truthful jab - choosing to discard what the other meant considering his own past when against the crew himself. Not that it stung still but– '' Not yet. Let me at least close internal wounds, those will hurt badly later if left unattended. And will make your attacks less focused. '' Which is reason against the illogical. How many times he's been in the same position? hurt beyond what a mortal could sustain yet still raging like a beast, swinging his own grand sabre without aim and blurrying vision. '' I know I have no right to say this but - A leader shouldn't risk himself like this. And if you wont stop yourself, I will. '' Because he can, even if the other pushes away with what's left of energy, or what can guess the other can manage from such gaping wounds.

So the Archangel makes it easier, both on himself and Seofon, one knee meeting parched ground. Attention on the other as crimson gaze lowers where the wound is, hands cupped against a strong yet still smilling jaw that is no dissimilar to what the captain would do when themselves would get in risk and seriously injured for a big gamble over nothing. '' There wont be a tomorrow unless we somehow make it up for Captain and this includes you. I know how they care heavily for you even now despise being busy in their own end so – Stay put a little '' His voice rasps, keeping that calmness still there but still a tint of looming threat coming from under. Four purple swords surrounding each blindspot should he need to pick the other and run while focusing on his task at hand. After all, with all the power lent to him, he's now capable of adapting to most situations. Healing, assisting, Attacking... '' Just– it's me or Captain later probably scolding you or perhaps your own crew members. Or dying without achieving much, what would you prefer? '' And yet Sandalphon wasn't the sweetest when trying out words. Perhaps it'd stagnate whatever companionship there is but when things are dire it was hard to sugarcoat things.

[INJURY] Sandalphon could heal with just emanating magic but maybe Seofon is being reckless and to someone who is just as reckless this is a big no. ╱ @cxffexngel ╱ after having been badly wounded themselves, the sender tries to reassure the frantic receiver by cupping their face and comforting them.

He knows he's reckless. Now he knows he's overconfident- and sure, Seofon might be the best swordsman in the skies, but that wasn't a reason to get careless. That was rather sloppy (and unlike him, and maybe there was something more to that, but that was a problem for the future. He liked throwing problems on future Seofon, even if all of that would come back to bite him in the ass).

Right now, there was no time to make mistakes, and he certainly couldn't be injured like this- the captain needed him. The Phoenix was no joke, and Ceodric was a goddamn problem, and here he was with his hand against his side trying to do something to soothe the pain from a nasty burn.

Man, he was fond of the armor, too! And look at the state of his cloak! That would be a pain to fix... No. Stay focused. Easier said than done; he's pretty sure the Phoenix's flames had melted some of his armor to his body, and that truly sucked- ❝ Yeah, should've seen that one coming- ❞

He also should've seen this next part coming. The part where Sandalphon came to scold him- and cup his face and try to ground him again, because he needed to focus. They all needed to focus so they could get through this without anyone kicking the bucket- ❝ It's ok, I'll deal with this after we get this situation under control- ❞ He's not sure who he's trying to comfort with words like that. ❝ Thanks for coming to help. ❞

❝ I'm gonna be fine, we Eternals are pretty tough, or so I'd like to think, but it's nice to know we've got an ally in you, too. Now, why don't we get back in there and kick ass? ❞

[elftwink]

want to make a post but i do not know how to phrase it in a way that doesn’t either reveal personal things about me i don’t feel comfortable sharing OR makes me look like a complete jackass who is speaking over other people. which is always the tradeoff when you don’t want to disclose information about yourself is that people will assume you’re being a jackass speaking over other people because it’s so frequently the case but like. argh

[indigoh4ze]

party || rafe cameron

warning- SMUT // vaginal fingering, eating out, vaginal penetration, mentions of intoxication

rafe cameron x fem!reader

a/n- so this is my first time writing for outer banks, im terrible at writing actual interactions so im sorry its so bad at first lmao. also disclaimer: rafe in this fic is nothing like he is canon, so his characterization is off. enjoy :)

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the lights were blazing, different colors zapping throughout the room as you made your way over to the couch. your head was slightly fuzzy from the intoxication, but you managed.

since the couch was empty, you took the chance to sprawl your whole body out on it, head on one arm and feet dangling off the other. you watched as everyone danced and made out and filled their bodies with even more toxins. soon, you found yourself just dazing up at the ceiling, lips opening and closing slightly as you lip-synced in a whispering tone to the loud music.

after what felt like hours, but could’ve only been a few minutes, you felt something nudge your thigh. without moving your neck, you let your eyes flash down to find the source of the movement.

hovering over you was rafe cameron. his dirty blonde hair framed his face messily, a single cross earring dangling from his left ear, a red solo cup in his hand as his free hand poked at your thigh.

“what?” you slurred, now moving up on your elbows and blinking back the haziness.

“i wanna sit,” he said, taking a sip from the cup. even in this state it wasn’t hard to notice how good the boy looked, tilting his head back and gulping down the liquid, eyes never leaving your own.

you groaned, pulling your knees to your chest and allowing rafe to throw himself onto the cushion. you were now facing his side, as his hands gripped your legs and pulled them back to their original position, except now they laid over his leg. giving him a curious look, you laid the side of your face on the back cushion and fidgeted with the bracelet around your wrist.

“shouldn’t you be like- getting shit faced or something.” rafe snickered at your words, sending you a glare before looking back down to his cup, which he was also mindlessly playing with.

“sorry, did i interrupt your little..nap?” he teased with a hint of amusement, referring to the previous state you were in, and you scoffed in return, mind clearing a bit more and making room for annoyance.

“whatever.” and then, you were pulling your legs off him and standing up, albeit wobbly as you almost fell to the side, caught by rafe’s firm grip around your arm.

“you good?”

“‘m fine,” you dismissed the boy, confused as to why he was even talking to you in the first place.

the truth was, you never liked him, he was rude and careless and selfish and way too much to put up with. but you couldn’t deny the attraction you felt towards the boy, and the tension that was always evident when the two of you were together.

but you always just pushed those thoughts aside, because even the thought of anything happening made your mind whirl with a plethora of emotions, not good ones by any means.

but then, you also couldn’t deny the recurring fantasies of things that could happen. could but wont, because he’s rafe cameron, and not even you’re desperate enough to be one of his bitches.

“hey?” a light tug of your arm pulled you back to the present, and you turned to see rafe at your side, cup forgotten as one of his hands molded around your waist and the other wrapped around your bicep to steady you.

“i’m really fine-.” you pulled away from him, and right as you did so, you felt someone back up on you, pushing you towards rafe and into his chest as a cold liquid spread from the lower half of your head and down your back.

you gasped in surprise, suddenly awake and alert as you sharply turned to see a boy standing there, cup tilted and empty as all its contents spilt on your back. he mumbled a quick apology, then took off laughing with his friends about something they said that probably wasn’t even funny.

“you sure about that?” rafe inquired, eyebrow raised in amusement as you stepped away from him, this time more cautiously. “c’mon, we’ll clean you up.”

although you wanted to say no and tell him to fuck off because you could handle it yourself, you were too exhausted from the long night to put up much protest other than a dramatic groan. then, you nodded, and rafe led you away from the crowd of people with a tug of your wrist.

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now, you found yourself in a bedroom, rafes bedroom, waiting expectantly as you stood in front of the boy.

“what now?” you ask, palming your eyes and yawning, looking back at rafe with glossy eyes now, which were sending waves of tingles through the boys stomach.

“take a shower,” he implied, as if it was obvious. you scrunched your brows as he pointed to the bathroom on the other side of the room.

“i don’t have any spare clothes.”

“i’ll find you something to wear,” rafe shrugged, “go on,” he urged you to the bathroom, and you followed obediently, not having it in you to put up any sort of fight or ask questions.

“i’ll be right back,” rafe said from the room as you closed the bathroom door, only to hear the door to the bedroom close as well, meaning rafe left.

your mind was filled with the thought that he just ditched you, which was a possibility, but you ignored that thought and slipped your shirt over your head. once all the articles of clothing were thrown onto the cold tile floor, along with your shoes which sat messily in the corner, you lift a foot into the tub, stepping in.

immediately, you played with the oddly fancy knobs and managed to turn them on, warm water rushing through the shower head as your tilted your head back into it. the odd colored drink washed away from your hair, falling onto the floor of the tub and down the drain smoothly. you searched for soap, quickly cleaning up and scrubbing your hair twice for good measure. the smell of the soap reminded you of rafe, not surprising considering it was literally his own soap, you told yourself, annoyed by your current thoughts.

the feeling of the slightly cold water hitting your skin was enough to wake you up fully, but you were too lost in the blissful feeling of the water to pay much attention to your surroundings.

that was until you heard the door to the bathroom open, and you peaked your head through the curtain to find rafe, setting a towel on the counter, along with a shirt and a pair of shorts.

“who’s are those?” you questioned, making rafe jump as he realized you were watching him.

“sarah, i just took some from her,” he shrugged, and now you were even more confused.

first, he started talking to you randomly. then he’s helping you stand. then he’s taking you to his room..so you can shower. then he’s getting clothes for you to wear? how much did you have to drink? you started to ask yourself, questioning if this was all you just being wasted.

but it wasn’t, you felt pretty much fine. so there had to be something you were missing.

“just hurry up and change, i’ll be in the other room.” without another glance towards you, rafe left the bathroom, leaving you standing there, wet hair dripping forward from the way you had tilted your head to peek through. you went back to getting the soap out of your hair, rushing a bit more now.

meanwhile, rafe was in his room, just outside the bathroom, sitting on his bed with his head in his hands. what the fuck am i doing? was his only thought.

he was honestly just confused as you were. it started when he saw you laying on the couch, mouth agape as your eyes sketched shapes on the ceiling. you just being there was tempting enough, but after that he just had to make his way over to you.

the two of you hadn’t had many conversations in the past, at least no genuine ones. most were just bickering, to be honest. but, just as you thought, the tension was undeniable. the feelings weren’t one sided, that was for sure.

when he caught you from falling over, you had leaned into his warmth and something almost turned in his stomach, which was quite nauseating on his side. it was annoying how fucking worked up he got around you. his mind would spin with options of what to do with you. did he want to just kiss you, fuck you or annoy you to death? he had no idea, but it was overwhelming, to say the least.

so when he invited you to his room to clean up, he wasn’t really thinking about it, because everything was happening at once. he even searched his sisters room for goddamn clothes for you.

interrupting his inner monologue, a door opened and out came your figure, except you weren’t wearing the clothes he had given you. no, you were just in your towel, actually. your skin looked slightly damp still, but your hair had been fluffed out and dried a bit from the towel.

“what are you- where are the clothes i gave you?” rafe asked, standing hesitatingly.

“dunno, wasn’t my style i guess,” you shrugged, looking around his room casually, taking in the very rafe feel it gave.

rafe just scoffed, messing his hair up and stepping closer. “well, you can’t really go out in a towel now, can you?”

this reminded you that there was still a party going on, although it was muffled and a bit quieter as people began to call it a night.

“then i won’t go out.” you stepped closer, looking up at rafe with an expression of uncertainty, trying to identify the look behind his eyes, figure out what the fuck he was up to. but you saw nothing. if anything, there were just a bit of nervousness hidden there.

“and what exactly do you plan on doing, then? since your obviously so wise.” now his guarded demeanor was back up, though he had taken a step closer so your heavy breaths were hitting each other perfectly, hands close to grazing one another’s.

“i don’t know.” then, another reminder flashed in your mind, and you looked back at rafe, “wait, why are you even here? isn’t this like- your party?”

“well, technically topper wanted a party, i wanted to go to bed and sleep for a year.” you chucked at this, figuring he had already gotten fucked up today and didn’t feel like another party. then, taking a risk, you leaned in just a bit, and rafe didn’t pull back. actually, he pushed forward, bringing his large hands to wheel around your waist, setting fire through your veins.

it was as if both of you snapped at the same time, first eyeing each others lips, then pushing forward and taking said lips between your own. the kiss was hungry and long waited, immense relief flushing through you, which took you both by surprise.

not even a few minutes of this passed by before rafe was tugging at the towel, still clinging around your naked body, droplets of water probably wetting his floor.

before letting the fabric reveal your body, rafe looked at you, pulling away for a moment and looking over your features, silently asking permission. a quick nod was all it took for the material to be ripped off and throw to the side, rafe spinning you both around until the backs of your knees hit the bed and you fell back onto the mattress.

rafe looked over you with a smirk, eyes skimming over each and every detail of your body as if savoring it. a lick of his lips was all it took for your thighs to rub together, anticipation becoming too much as you waited for him.

this obviously pissed him off, because now his hands were tearing your legs apart, exposing your bare cunt inch by inch. “don’t even try to cover this up, got it?”

his voice was demanding, and luring, enough to make you nod, eyes softening in obedience, resulting in a snicker from rafe.

he leaned back in, delving down to leave kisses along your collar bone and suck on the flesh until bruises built against your skin, making you whimper and grab his dirty blond tressed with your fingers.

the sound of your whimpers made rafe go crazy, but he tamed the need inside him long enough to work his way down your stomach, placing teasing kisses down your inner thighs, but not once touching the spot you needed the most attention in.

“please, rafe,” you pleaded, not sure where it came from but gong with it once you saw the way he looked up at you, lust blown eyes and parted lips, waiting to be against your cunt.

“please what, hm? tell me what you want me to do, baby,” rafe cooed, fingers clenching around the inside of your thighs so he could push them apart and kiss your inner thighs, resulting in your back arching and hips begging upwards.

“n-need your mouth.” your face blushed with embarrassment of having to speak the words, but rafe just tsked, one hand moving upwards as he used his thumb to draw circles around your cunt, only passing your folds, earning a cry from you.

“i need more than that, doll.”

“fuck! please, j-just need your mouth on me, rafe, need to feel your mouth on my pussy, please!”

it seems that was acceptable for rafe, his thumb pausing just above your clit, then dragging down, finally grazing over the sensitive bud and stimulating it perfectly. your hips jerked at the sensation, but you grew accustomed to the feeling once he began working in small circles.

soon, his mouth was on your cunt, tracing paths over your folds and rubbing at the nub with a flat tongue, constantly sending shivers through you as you moaned with pleasure. his hands stayed at your side, ring clad finger’s cold against your flesh as his tongue dug inside you and began fucking your hole with no remorse.

the shapes and letters his warm tongue carved into you were almost too much, and when you reached down to rake your fingers through his hair, you fought the urge to push his head down and allow him to bury himself completely between your thighs.

“f-fuck! rafe, oh god, feels so good,” you sobbed, voice becoming louder as he hummed into you, a smirk on his lips, no doubt, from seeing you fall apart for him.

rafe pulled away within a second, licking his lip and keeping his eyes on your cunt, calculating his next move. you watched as he did so, suddenly feeling exposed as he raked his eyes over the slick coating your folds and your clit throbbing painfully through them. you squirmed at the emptiness, about to squeeze your thighs together, but you were too late as rafe brought a hand up, middle and forefinger pushing through your folds and embedding themselves within your walls.

a loud gasp escaped your lips as he did so, and you bit down painfully on the cushion of them as his fingers pumped in and out of you with nonstop speed. rafe looked up at you, his own lips parted beautifully as he watched moans flow easily out of your mouth.

“you like that, baby?” came his husky voice, only intensifying your already great pleasure that ran through your body. you nodded at his inquiry, not able to form coherent thoughts under his gaze. and that was when his fingers made a hook and pressed against your most sensitive part, making you squirm.

his smirk became bigger, and his fingers fucked you harder, a desperate attempt to ruin you right there. then he was leaning down, still pumping his fingers, and began to lick your clit with fervor, flicking the bud and sucking without resistance until your thighs were clenching around his head and you were a complete moaning mess.

“oh fuck- i’m g-gonna come rafe, pleaseplease,” you begged pathetically, having no time to be embarrassed as he hummed, nodding his head while still sucking on your clit, and permitted you to let go.

the orgasm took over in a huge wave, which came surprisingly fast, and the only thing on your mind was the bubbling in your stomach that was finally freed. moans and gasps fell from your lips as you wet his tongue and fingers, and rafe didn’t let a drop go to waste as he lapped up your slick, helping to prolong your orgasm.

hands reaching for his hair in dazed motions, eyes closed and lips parted, you mumbled, “t-too much, rafe,” which was the boys que to give you a final kiss on your clit, then remove his head and fingers from your cunt.

now, rafe stared up at you, swiping a ring clad thumb over his bottom lip, which was glistening with your arousal. his thumb then moved to enter your mouth, and you dutifully took in the digit, sucking with starry eyes, and whimpering when he removed it from your grasp.

rafe rose to his full height, still in his shirt and pants, which were no doubt keeping his hard dick from standing tall. suddenly, you felt that flush arise to your cheeks from your being nude, and you bit your lip and reached a hand out to grapple at his shirt. he took this as a sign to pull the material over his head, then going in for his buckle as well. the sound of the metal clinking as he loosened it from its straps was enough to send you into a spiral of anticipation, eyeing his clothed prick impatiently.

rafe had that smirk plastered to his face still, throwing his belt aside and then his pants, making sure not to go too fast as he tormented you.

you let out a whine as he hooked his fingers around his boxers, not pulling them down fully but revealing his v line. “rafe,” you pouted, and he decided to be nice and let them fall down, now unclothed as he kicked off his shoes and settled ontop of you, marking your chest and neck immediately.

sighing with content, you held him close and let his lips suck on your flesh, until the arousal was too much and he began to grind against you, slowly. your cunt was already becoming slick again as he rubbed against your thigh.

rafe lift himself up to his knees, pumping his cock, the point of his tongue poking out from the side of his mouth in concentration. the image of your breasts on display for him, and your lips parted and chest thumping was enough to make the boy cum on the spot.

he raised a brow at you, making sure you were still okay, and once getting a quick nod, he pressed the head of his cock against your folds. in the next second, he was thrusting into you, earning a loud gasp from you, which he covered with a hand on your mouth.

“shh, ‘m gonna fuck you good, okay? just lay there and look pretty,” he teased, but you nodded, wanting nothing more than to do as he said.

the thrusts started out mild, but soon quickened tempo, hips stuttering against yours as he wrapped a hand around your leg and pulled it over his shoulder. this allowed a better angle, and you moaned with him as he repeatedly pounded into your already sensitive cunt.

you slid a hand down your bouncing breasts and stomach, then to your throbbing clit, soothing it with your gentle fingers before rafe slapped them away, as if saying “mine.”

his own hand went around your propped up leg to thumb at your clit, whilst the other made a path over your hips and breasts, fondling with the mound of flesh and pinching your nipple.

the overstimulation was rushing through you violently, his thrusts becoming sloppy, orgasm at the brink. you watched his head fly back, eyes rolling and mouth a gape, hypnotized by how pretty he looked even when he was fucking you.

“rafe,” you repeatedly mumbled, forming no other words in your clouded mind.

“hm? does it feel good? d’you like the way i fuck you, pretty girl?”

“y-yeah, so good,” you hummed, your own head rolling back onto the pillow, hips thrusting up to meet his and satisfy the hunger that once again boiled in your core.

“i’m gonna cum on your tits, are you gonna be good for me?” he said just as your orgasm was about to wash you away, and you nodded fast, once again wanting to be the best you could for him.

then, you came, waves of pleasure splashing through you before he pulled out, still thumbing your sensitive bundle of nerves, using his free hand to fist his cock which hovered over your breasts.

you held your tits in two shaky hands, squeezing them together and massaging them while rafe came, painting your breasts and stomach until he had milked out every last drop he could. he mumbled yes’s and fuck’s, along with your name until his high died down.

breathing harshly, you set ur sight to the ceiling, deep intakes of air causing the ends of rafe’s lips to turn upwards slightly. he leaned down to place one last kiss on your flushed cheek before letting himself fall onto the mattress beside you.

“let’s clean you up,” rafe said, turning to look at you, “the party’s not over yet.”

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[teyvat-imagines]

Eula and Beidou (both separate) are training with there S/O until they get a little to into a sparring match, S/O fails to block an attack and they end up breaking there S/O’s arm how do they feel afterwards?

Hey there! :D Of course I can, thank you so much for the request!! ^w^

Accidentally Hurting Their S/O

Eula:

○ She had been a little dubious about sparing with you. She knew you could handle yourself, but at the same time her Favonius Bladework was nothing to laugh at. Still, she trusted you and when you looked at her with such an eager expression how could she say no?

○ The match was pretty even, you were quick on your feet and doing well against her heavy hits! Eula decided to up her game a little, coming at you in a spin attack, so the moment you parried her blade, her leg came down on you in a hard kick.

○ She had been expecting you to dodge out of the way. What she hadn't expected was the rather sickening crunch sound as her armoured boot collided with your arm, the force of the impact breaking it. Eula pulled back, expecting you to get back to your feet and charge at her, claymore at the ready. When you didn't move, at first she was a little annoyed, thinking you were bored of training with her.

"(Y/N)? If you think I'll go easy on you I can assure you that you have another thing coming. Underestimating me will have it's consequences and I will take vengeance if I- ... (Y/N)"

○ When she saw the look of pain on your face and the way you were biting down on your uninjured hand to muffle your sobs, she paled and moved to your side immediately. To know that you were hurt and she had caused it absolutely tore her up inside.

○ Knowing it was best not to move you, she called for another knight to go and fetch Barbara, knowing the deaconess would be able to heal you. The entire time she's apologetic and her hands hover nervously over you, already afraid if she were to touch you she would hurt you further.

○ Once Barbara has you patched up, you've been given instruction for bedrest. Eula takes some days off to stay by your side, fretting over you and ensuring your arm heals up properly.

"Ah ah, lie back down dear. You heard the deaconess. You need bedrest until you're fully healed. I'll take care of you, so please rest for now."

Beidou:

○ Beidou isn't one to back down from a challenge, even from you. In fact, especially not from you! She knows you're a good fighter and that you won't go easy on her! So when you ask to spar, she agrees with a hearty chuckle, reminding you that she wont go easy just because she likes you.

○ The fight goes well, you even had her on the ropes at a few points. Unfortunately for you, Beidou was just getting a feel for your fighting style. Considering she can keep up with Kazuha, of course she's smart enough to try and get an understanding of how you fight before starting to really push back.

○ Spotting an opening, Beidou moved and raised her practice claymore up, quickly disarming you. Before you had chance to think of a way to counter, she brought the wooden weapon back down with a little more force than she had intended. Considering this was just a sparring match and that wasn't her real sword, you thought you'd be fine to just raise your arms up and block!

"Not a bad move! But if this had been a real fight, your arms wouldn't be much use anymore y'know! Heh- uh, hey (Y/N)? What's wrong...?"

○ You really had underestimated Beidou's strength when she swung the claymore down. The force of the impact had been enough to bring you to your knees and completely break the bones in your arm. It took everything you had not to cry out, opting instead to bite down on your inner cheek, but you couldn't stop the tears welling up and Beidou could see just how much pain you were in.

○ She called the match off immediately, throwing her practice weapon to the side and tearing up some of the cape on her outfit to try and make a makeshift sling for your arm, making sure you were secured before she picked you up, soft apologies on her lips at every wince and sob from you.

○ A course was set for Liyue immediately, and she made sure you arrived in good time. Beidou takes you to Baizhu and makes sure you're taken care of and given proper medical treatment. The entire time Baizhu's working on you, she's by your side, holding your free hand and murmuring soft words of reassurance.

"It's okay, you're gonna be okay... We'll get back to the ship after and get some rest yeah? Leave it to me kid, I'll make sure you're taken care of."

[levis-pink-tea]

Traitor

Chapter 1

summery: after training to inherit the female titan you decided to go through with running away from Malrey but when Reiner wont go with you you decide to go alone.

You never thought about leaving Marley, at least not by yourself. Reiner was supposed to go with you; that was always the plan until now. 

As the rain picked up, so did your sobs. "Reiner please you promised me you'd go with me" you cried holding on to both his hands. He was so cold but not from the rain that you both were standing in but he was simply a cold person at the moment. 

"Stop being like this Y/n.. you know I can't go with you" he pulled his cold hands out of your small warm ones. If you were near any house he knew your sobs could be heard by everyone. 

You couldn't understand why he was being like this. He promised so long ago that you'd go together. "You promised!" You shouted at him as you wiped away your tears. "You said you'd go with me, Reiner what changed?!" 

The silence that followed your question was so beyond painful. You knew why he wouldn’t go right? “Y/n'' he paused for a moment as he questioned how to say this without hurting you any further. “I’m inheriting the armored titan, that's a really big deal. I can’t go with you, I need to be here with my family” He said as he turned and began to walk away. “Even though I want to I can’t” you couldn’t hear the last part even if he wanted you to.

Your tears began to stream down your cold cheeks again. “Renier please I’m supposed to get the female titan. Why does it matter if you get the armored!!” you paused to see if he'd respond. “Reiner please..We're supposed to go together..” you choked out as you tried to stop the tears. You only began to cry harder when he kept walking. “Fine!! I’ll go alone then!” You screamed at him before running back to your home. 

He didn’t believe you’d actually run away but you did. A week later when Reiner was walking past your home to go see Annie and Bertholdt he heard your mother screaming your name and a young Colt Grice trying to help find you. “Colt what’s going on?” he asked the small boy.

The young boy looked up to the taller boy with tears running down his cheeks “They haven’t been able to find Y/n since yesterday” he cooked out between sobs.  Colt loved you. You always babysat him so in his eyes you were like a sister.

Reiner pulled the young boy into a tight hug. “Hey hey it’s okay they’ll find her she’ll be alright” he whispered to the boy as he carried him to your mother. You actually left Marley. God he hoped you’d be okay. “Hey what’s going on?” he asked your mother.

“She’s gone Reiner! My daughters gone tell me you know where she is” your mother wished he knew or that he would tell her. “One of our Warriors is gone, one that you love, tell me where she is please.” She broke down in tears as she held on tightly to one of your coats.

“I don’t know where she is, I'm sorry…” he said as he dried colt tears trying to ignore his own that were starting to slip. He did know he just couldn’t tell anyone that's the least he could do after not going with you. If they found out you snuck on a Marley ship they might have killed you. He didn’t even know if you were alive. 

A few days later the Marley ship you had snuck on landed and you found your way to the walls. Having grown up in Marley and trained to be a titan shifter you knew how to survive in the unfamiliar land. It took you three days to reach the walls. You were dehydrated, starving and hurt when you collapsed outside the walls. to your luck you collapsed when titans were not active and the survey corp was getting back from an expedition. 

“Erwin Levi come here!” You heard a voice call from beside you. You were too weak to open your eyes or move much but you could tell it was a woman's voice.“Look, a kid made it outside the walls!”

You heard the sound of two people landing close to you. “She's extremely hurt. We should take her to Grisha and look for her family.” said one of the men. He sounded older than the women and much more serious. “Levi come here” he said as you forced yourself to open your eyes just a little all you could see were the wings on their backs. Those wings brought you hope and made you feel safe. Maybe it was those three voices as well but the sight of the wings brought you hope.

“Lets just take her to Grisha. I doubt she has parents considering she's outside the walls. We would have been told if any parent lost their child that knew how to escape.” the other man said. You felt thick arms pick up your small body “she's probably really young maybe 10” that was the last thing you heard before pain and tiredness took over you. 

Hours later you began to wake up slowly. When you had been brought to Grisha Yeager you had a lot of injuries. You were dehydrated, had a sprained ankle, a broken rib and a few cuts that needed stitches. As you began to wake up you felt the pain from the rib that you had broken but also how dizzy you were from the dehydration and hunger. 

“Y/N don’t” a voice said from across the room. It was a familiar voice but one you haven't heard in years. The man brought over a bowl and a glass of water for you. “What were you thinking coming here”

You opened your eyes slowly. You didn't recognize the dimly lit room you found yourself in. you looked around for a moment before your eyes settled on the man that was standing a little far from you. It took a moment for your vision to focus but as it did you were able to make out the features of the man “doctor Yeager?” your voice was weak and scratchy. You were very little when you met the doctor but your home back in Marley had many photos in it and a few were of you and Grisha when you were a baby. You had few memories of him but knew his voice.

He helped you sit up and handed you the cup of water. “I'm surprised you know who I am. What are you doing here? Do you have the other shifters with you?’ he asked, trying not to overwhelm you with questions but god he had so many. He knew you, Reiner, Bertholdt and Marcel were going to be inheriting titans so he was confused as to why only one of you was there and why so early. 

You looked away and stared at your bruised hands “it's just me. I don't have a titan either. I ran away but no one would go with me.” the thought if Reiner betraying you like he did hurt so much. It felt like having your heart ripped out. 

Grisha sighed and handed you the bowl “here eat something. Well you didn't surfer anything too bad. You'll be all healed up in a month or so. Did you bring anything with you?” you shook your head no “okay that's fine i'll get you some clothes from Mikasa. Why'd you leave marley though” 

You couldn't remember why you wanted to run away but you knew you did want to. “I didn't want to be some weapon to the people who turned my dad into a titan. I didn't want to die young” you felt tears fall down your cheeks and whipped them away. You took a bite of the food he had given you in hopes of it preventing your sobs from slipping past your lips. You missed your friends and your mom so much now.

“Do you know who saved you today?”

You paused for a moment and started to remember those blue and white wings. “The people with the blue and white wings on their backs right?” the wings on the back of the capes they wore was the only thing you really remembered about them but those wings saved you. 

“Yes, the wings of freedom. They are part of the survey corps. If you stay here, I want you to join them” he said as he put away bandages and everything he used to heal you. “Those wings are something i hope to see on your back soon to”

“Dad, the scouts are back!” a young boy yelled down to his father. 

Grisha wrapped a blanket around your shoulders “okay thank you Eren will you and Mikasa come keep her company while i speak to them? And have her bring some spare cloths”  he said walking to the door and letting the two children in to the room “i'll be back” 

After he walked away a young girl with long black hair handed you a neatly folded stack of clothes. “Here” she said as she walked to the young boy with brown hair. You said thank you quietly and changed when they walked out of the room to let you change.

Upstairs grisha greeted the three scouts who brought you to him. “Is there any chance you can water her doctor Yeager? '' Erwin asked. They didn't know anyone who wanted a child. It was another mouth to feed and most of the people around Shiganshina didn't want to deal with that. 

“I can't take her. I'm sorry Erwin but can i in trust her to the scouts? She's a strong child who obviously spent days beyond the walls and only the four of us know that but she's clearly very smart and she could be a good scout.” Grisha asked the three in front of him.

Levi sighed, shaking his head “We're soldiers not babysitters. How are we going to care for a child?” he asked. He was already annoyed that this was happening; he didn't want to care for a child. No one in the scouts did.

“I'll do what I can to care for her and I'll even pay for her food for a while but my condition is that she joins the scouts early. She could be a good asset.” Grisha said looking at Hange and Erwin hoping they'd agree with him. 

“Well I think we should do it not any child can survive beyond the walls. She's obviously a strong child. She can help me study titans!” Hange said and Erwin and Levi knew that sparkle she had in her eyes. There was no backing out now. They four agreed that by the time you were 12 that you'd be joining the scouts way earlier than anyone. 

When you came from the room you were met by three soldiers, two men and one woman. “Hello Y/n I'm Hange Zoe, these are my friends Erwin and Levi!” she chirped pointing to the blonde and then then the shorter man with black hair. “Um hi” you said to the three. “So tell me Y/n how'd you get out of the walls?” Hange asked as she walked with you to their horses.

What were you supposed to tell her? That you're from another island and get yourself killed? “I don't really remember it's all foggy.” you said not making eye contact so none of them knew the truth. “I only remember the three of you saving me”

“That's alright you were very weak when we found you.” the tall blonde said giving you a soft smile. His voice and smile brought you a lot of comfort as well.

All the way back to headquarters you talked Hange and rode on the back of her horse. Every Once in a while Erwin would chime in and talk to you as well. He was surprised you survived so long beyond the walls after a while you looked over  to the shorter man and whisper to Hange “is he okay he seems mad” you asked tightening your hold on her waist. “Oh he's fine, that's just his face” she said trying not to laugh “watch it four eyes” Levi said shooting her a mean scare. You couldn't really tell if they were friends or enemies. 

A few months later you were at the scout headquarters training when wall Maria fell. When you were told the news it felt like your heart had dropped to your stomach. You hoped Eren, Mikasa and Carla were alright. They were your dearest friends.  The scouts had just returned from outside the walls. You weren't allowed to go with them so you were stuck at headquarters wondering if your beloved friends were alright. Erwin seemed so distant that day but he was like that anytime they had lost that many scouts but the fact he couldn't help those beyond wall rose hurt as well.

That night you overheard someone from the garrison describing what the titans looked like and how strong they were.  It wasn't hard for you to figure out it was your dear friends Annie, Reiner, Bertholdt and Marcel. It made you sick thinking you were supposed  to be part of that mission. You tried to hide your sobs as you walked back to your room but Hange heard you like she always did and brought in hers and tried to comfort you the best she could without asking questions. It was easier not to ask sometimes when it came to you.

You got persimmon from the commander to go look for your friends the next day and when you did you soon learned that Carla was eaten by a titan and Eren watched. Armin and Mikasa had survived with very minor injuries. You couldn't imagine that but at the same time you could. Your father was turned into a titan when you were a baby but you couldn't remember that. Your pain wasn't like the pain Eren was feeling; it was very different.

Over the next two years you finished training,went on missions with the scouts, and helped Hange study titans. She and Erwin kept you by their sides constantly. You helped Erwin with plans quite a lot and you helped Hange do research. When it came to Levi most of the time you two spent around one another was training, helping him clean or trying to assist with plans.The three of them were like your parents. You had thought that you'd have to actively try to avoid those you knew from Marley but you found yourself busy enough that you didn't need to actively avoid them.

It had been two years since the fall of Wall Maria and it was Eren, Mikasa, and Armin's first day in training. “Shatas is just going to try and intimidate you so don't take it personally okay guys?” you said fixing your jacket and shirt. “He won't intimate me. I doubt he's that scary.” `Eren said. “Oh Eren, you're in for a treat”you said. You heard Shatas yell your name and you waved goodbye to your three friends and ran off to him. Erwin asked you to help with training today since he and Hange didn't have anything for you to do. 

“Why'd she get to join early? Isn't she the same age as us?” Armin asked as he walked beside his two friends. “I know she's told me before but I still don't understand.”

“I think she said it was special orders from commander Erwin, '' Mikasa said, moving her hair behind her. You were the youngest scout out there and one of the strongest too. The three of them took their spaces in the line up as did everyone else. You and shatas walked over to the group as he began his grilling introductions of everyone. He really was rough on the recruits. You winced a little when he headbutted Jeans and when you saw Connie salute wrong.  Shatas shouted your name “what did Springer do wrong?” he asked loudly. You fixed your poster and did the same salute “he did the salute on the wrong side sir your heart isn't on your right side” you said before looking over to some of the recruits. “Be more like that young scout Springer” he said walking to the next person.”

A familiar pair of brown eyes found their way where you stood. You had gotten taller since the last time he had seen you your hair had changed quite a bit too. All he could think about was how beautiful you looked. You could feel the pair of eyes staring daggers into you and looked over to where it felt like the person was. Your eyes meet his brown ones. Reiner was the last person you wanted to see. He shouldn't even be standing in those spots. Annine and Bertholdt shouldn't be with him either yet here they are. One staring at you and the other two looking straight ahead at Shatas.  You looked away from Reiner as fast as possible. You felt like your heart was about to jump out of your chest from how anxious you were. 

“Y/n make sure that Kirstein and Springer aren't hurt” 

“Yes sir”  You walked over to the two boys as he began to grill a girl who was eating a potato. You'd find out that night her name was Sasha. You helped Jean up first “is your head okay?” you asked as you checked the small lump that was now growing on his head. Jean nodded and tried not to stare at you as you helped Connie up. “What about you are you okay?” Connie nodded “yeah i'm good that just hurt a little.”

“I'm Y/n. I'm in the scout regiment. If you have any questions or anything, ask me. I'm a lot nicer than Shatas'' you whispered the last part to the two boys and walked back to your spot after you checked on Armin. 

After Shatas had pretty much grilled everyone Reiner had realized he finally had the chance to talk to you after these past few years. He began to walk towards you. Bertholdt had tried to tell him not to, Annie wanted to try and stop him but it wasn't her business but she had to admit she missed you too so maybe it wasn't that bad of an idea to let Reiner talk to you. As he began to approach you a woman called out your name “Y/n!! I've come to steal you back for a little while”

You laughed a little, “Hi Hange, does the commander need me?” you asked as you walked to her, completely passing Reiner not giving him a chance to speak to you. You didn't want to talk anyways, you were still processing that he was there and that those three killed half of humanity. After you had seen them you had guessed Marcel didn't make it. 

“Actually both me and the commander need you for a moment” Hange said as you waved goodbye to Eren and Armin. You walked with Hange and said goodbye to Shatas. She sure did seem to have good timing. You didn't know if you would be able to keep your cool with Reiner. You had spotted him out of the corner of your eye.

You did the best you could to avoid him after he joined the cadets. Being a scout you didn't really have to try all that hard you were either on expeditions or you were helping the captains or the commander. When you had free time you were with your friends. You'd cut Mikasa's hair for her, do what you could to help Eren get stronger and sometimes you could be found reading with Armin. Being friends with those three meant you made friends with some of the other cadets like Connie, Sasha, Jean and Marco. Sometimes you'd cut Connie's hair or you'd train with Jean and show him some really beautiful spots. When you were found with Jean Marco was there too.

After about six months Bertholdt tried to talk to you again when he found you walking around one day with someone from the scouts. “You should talk to him, maybe you guys could patch things up” Bertholdt said as he handed you some of an apple he cut up. The two of you were sitting somewhere out of sight but not too far away so that you could watch the sunset. 

You shrugged a little and took the apple slices “I don't want to talk to him right now. I still can't forgive him” you said, looking up at the sky. You always loved the sun sets in Paradis. They were far more beautiful than the ones in marley. “Talking to you is hard to but him it seems impossible to talk to him.”

Berhtoldt knew you didn't forgive Reiner. You made that very clear by how you acted when you ran into the cadets and ignored the three of them. It was just better that way for now. You still loved the tall blonde deeply but how can you forgive someone for what he did? As a child you always held promises close to your heart so when reiner refused to go with you that was one of the worst acts of betrayal.

 “At least keep talking to me okay.”

You nodded, taking another apple slice from the boy “okay but don't tell Reiner I'm not ready for that yet.”

[couldyouspeakmyname]

NSFW Alphabet: Agata. 3/9

I think I have four or five requests for him. I understand, he’s adorable. 

-Maeve

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He is really good at aftercare. He will do whatever you need him to, and a few extra things. He’ll run you a bath if you want it. He’s willing to pamper you. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Agata actually really likes his spots. They make him different from other lions, without making him feel the pressure of actually being a lion.

He loves everything about you, but probably your neck.  He likes to nuzzle and kiss it. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Secretly likes when you swallow. He wont ask you to, but if you do he really appreciates it

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Watches (what many normal animals) consider ‘weird’ porn. Interspecies, male/male, female/female. He’s really embarrassed about it and never talks to anyone about it. It’s really not that big of a deal but he builds it up in his head and is paranoid. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s pretty normal for his age as far as experience goes. He’s not super focused on it, because of his work, but he’s still got some experience.  

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes to see his partner, but that could mean a lot of things. On your back, having you on his lap.. He can see your face if you’re pressed against a mirror, so there’s that.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Depends. The first time he’s all anxiety, but after he gains confidence, hope you’re ready. He’ll be all confidence, and even tease you. However, he’s usually fun. He wants you both to enjoy it, and he will never leave you dissatisfied. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Pretty well groomed most of the time. He keeps everything neat, but sometimes he’s a little messy. He has a mane to take care of, keeping everything else trimmed takes up so much time. When he’s single, it’s hit or miss. When he’s dating someone, he makes more of an effort. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He can be very romantic. While he’s not a stranger to the occasional hook up, he prefers to be intimate with someone he actually cares about. If it’s time for romance, he’s going to go all out, in every way. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He always feels embarrassed after, so he tries to not get caught. Sabu accidently walked in on him once, and Agata couldn’t look him in the eyes for a WEEK. He does it maybe a few times a week. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Agata likes to bite. He knows he shouldn’t, and tries hard not to, but it just feels right to have a permanent mark on your body that claims you as his. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

At home. He’s to easily embarrassed to do it anywhere else. He may do it in a car if you’re somewhere late at night where he doesn’t think people will see. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It doesn’t take much. Heavy make outs that get a little too heated, you maybe getting a little handsy. It’s not difficult, he’s basically putty in your hands 90% of the time. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He wont fuck in public, or where people could catch you. He’d never live it down, Free wouldn’t let him. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s 110% down to give oral. He likes that control. Behind that sweet face is someone who just really wants to take control, and with you? He feels comfortable doing it. 

He likes receiving, but may end up holding your head and thrusting into your mouth. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He can do just about anything, but usually he falls somewhere in the middle. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t like quickies, he likes the intimacy and time having sex gives the two of you. He will do it if he’s desperate though. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’ll try anything once, as long as you ask him and talk about it first. Just don’t go surprising him without communicating first. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

THE BOI CAN GO FOR HOURS! Hope you got time to spare. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He’d be open to it, but he’s never gone into a shop to buy anything himself. If you want something you’d have to go with him and hold his hand. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Depends what kind of mood he’s in. He’s usually a giver, but every now and again he likes to torture you juuuusttt a smidge. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Lots of grunting and moaning. He hates that he does it. When you really get into it he growls. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

One of the few lions that doesn’t mind if you pull his mane a little, just don’t do it to hard. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Big boy. Please use lube. Don’t hurt yourself. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Average. However, you can manipulate it a little if you know what buttons to push.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He would if he had no self control. Instead, he forces himself to stay up and take care of you, then he falls asleep snuggling you. 

[thinkininkstudio]

Well, I’m late to the party - but better late than never and while I know absolutely little to nothing about what I’m doing (on here that is), I’m destined to figure it out and determined to turn a dream into a happily ever after that I spend the rest of life living. Considering that so far life hasn’t exactly been a cakewalk, I am now at the point where I am of the mindset that at least MOST of the worst has to be behind me and getting back focused on making the difference I yearn to make in my time on this earth is rather limited (more so now than it was 15/years ago) And by my calculation - that is as of next month the years plus 11 months that I spent in a relationship that crashed and burned. And I survived. Not so sure he really cares either way but here’s the light at the end of the tunnel (that was the train)…I’m still here. So far, I’m 100% on getting through my bad days and that’s a pretty solid track record. I learned a lot about who I am and even more about who I’m not. I learned nothing at all about trust because everything I thought I knew came to evolve into mild misery and regrets that you regurgitate slowly but surely each time you spend too much time with spare time on your hands (or the wrong people on your mind). And if you stick around, I’ll be a little nicer here and there and take a cute sounding walk down memory lane. The way I see it, we all have an Adele somewhere inside of us that we just have to wait for the right jack hat (look at me create new words) to bring to center stage. As for me, I’m more than glad that center stage is hiding behind an iPad or a keyboard and not actually in any spotlight. My nerves wouldn’t agree and my anxiety still makes socials calls a bit awkward for everyone. And that’s including me. But probably others a lot more.

You can blame it on my poor decision making. Had I followed my heart and not stuck to my promises (as if integrity is what the cool kids are into these days) then maybe you wouldn’t be stumbling through this wondering whatever in the holy hindrances is this hobo even talking about. Well. Like I said in the beginning, I’m not exactly sure and that’s as honest as I can afford to be in this point and juncture. It wouldn’t be wise to be all too honest. I may lose you before we realize we are both lost together. And that’s the best part of any trip or journey. No, I didn’t mean the getting lost part. Nobody likes asking for directions - even today when you can just throw your query at Siri (or Cortana if your stuck in the last decade). And why? Because in most cases, she can’t understand what you are saying anyway and you would have been better served to have just keyed in where you are headed to Google maps and let an unnamed AI (or whatever celebrity they may have featured today) guide your way. There’s just one problem. When you don’t know exactly where it is you are headed (in the grander scheme of things), are you lost no matter what? This is much more philosophical than it is rhetorical though ultimately, it is both and it is very much an answer we must each and all reach the conclusion that we are destined to reach on our own. That is, if you believe in destiny. I for one will continue to believe in hard work, hard knocks, and my personal favorite reminder that hard times are here to challenge us to be better, not to bring us to our breaking point. And on that note - now is a good time to mention (and I am not a paid affiliate of anyone or any organization I may mention or allude to) that if you do indeed reach a breaking point, I can promise you this for sure:

YOU WONT BREAK

If only time you will take

to remind yourself NO MATTER WHAT

It’s a bad day but a great life

and living is the goal

today, tomorrow, and until you don’t.

but not because you broke

cause we’re human and the gift that doesn’t keep giving is mortality

(take time to thank God for this) and when you are having a bad day

just remember that once upon a time people lived to be 900

and that seems more a curse if you ask me

There. I gave you a break from my rambling or my soap box or maybe that was just one hell of a way to kick things off. If I’m doing this correctly, I’m sure I’ll get a like or a share or a retweet or something. Not at all sure what I am doing right in most cases but I damn sure know this: Art still makes me smile and typing all this out makes me feel like a weight that wasn’t there was just lifted. But I do recall that there are laws to gravity and what goes up must come down again sounds like a good way to wrap this thing up. So I started your day with a recap of mine, kinda. It’s the opening act to foreshadow what’s to come and if you read this far - then I either kept your interest because I use to be good at that kind of thing or you are too entirely bored and need a better way to start your day. (And yet some people wonder why life seems so bad…I don’t get it). What I do get is that I missed my chance to end this with a cliche so instead I’ll end it with the next best thing. Some art I finished last night, which provides a look into my head when I’ve been up all night drawing or designing something. Fair warning: inside a mind can be a dangerous place to stay. Be sure to take a walk and get some sunshine, sunshine. I’m an anxious wreck some days and even I do that. So to conclude if I haven’t lost you more than I think I already had not long after this started I’ll wrap this one up in my most favorite of ways. With art that has heart - because that’s literally what theses pieces are of: a broken heart, in the style of an X-ray. (That boy that broke my heart - he was a nurse and often times better at that than at being the emotionally anorexic partner to a guy that wears his heart on his sleeve). So here’s to him - thanks for the inspiration. You always did have a knack at making me want to be the better person. This was the easiest time ever and I barely had to try. I just hate that it made me rethink the biggest lie I never knew I was telling - that he were my better half when he couldn’t even be a better man.

Prince Pan Presents: Once Upon A Heartbreak.

(For more art and sometimes a not so long story…follow me on Instagram at “princepanpresents” and on Twitter at “ThePrincePan”)

[angstysebfan]

Ok a request? Lemme think! Hmmmm, ok. How about “reader and Seb have been dating for a while but Seb is getting a little distant. Reader overhears a conversation Seb has with Mackie about all these nasty things about her, it breaks reader’s heart and it makes her go home and move back to her old apartment. She confides in her best friend, Tom Hiddleston, and he helps her boost her self esteem and with having fun again, like a good friend. When Seb finds out, he becomes a jelly boi, confronts them when he sees pictures of them together and Hiddleston isn’t having it.” You can do whatever with the ending. I trust you ❤️

 --

Oh boy this one is going to hurt me. Even though a lot of people are mad at Seb and he has been acting like a douche canoe, I still love him...

--

Is It Too Late?

You lie on your bed staring at the ceiling for what feels like hours. A lot of different things going through your mind at once, and all of them about your current relationship. You have been dating Sebastian for about 3 years, and for most of it, it has been absolutely amazing. He has an actor and have to travel the world to film, while you are just your everyday average girl, but you both always made it work. You met him through your best friend, Tom Hiddleston, who is also an actor.

You noticed over the last 5-6 months, Seb has been very distant. You don’t understand what happened, but you are worried that he might be losing interest in you, or cheating. I mean when you compare yourself to the women he had before, and the ones that throw themselves at him, you could understand why you don’t measure up. 

With a sigh, you get up from the bed to go in search of your boyfriend. Maybe he doesn’t realize what he is doing, and with a little heart to heart, things will get better, hopefully. You go to walk into his office when you hear him laugh and speak in hushed tones. You peek in and see that he is on the phone and go to step away when you overhear what he says, “I don’t know Anthony, I’m just over her. She is so needy and whiny. I mean if she was gorgeous I would ignore it, but she isn’t. I just don’t think I can handle this with her anymore, ya know?” he says.

You cover your mouth with your hand, in hopes of covering up the gasp. Tears immediately form in your eyes as you turn and run back into the bedroom. You force yourself to calm down after letting a few tears fall. You quickly grab your suitcase and start clearing your things out of the apartment. Seb continues his conversation, not realizing what is happening. Once you are done collecting everything, you put it all by the door for a quick escape.

You walk into the office, as Seb is still on the phone. You stand in front of him with your arms crossed, looking none too pleased. Seb looks at you with furrowed brows of confusion. “Hey Anthony, let me call you back,” he says before hanging up. “What’s wrong?” he asks innocently. You have to fight the urge to roll your eyes, “I just wanted to say goodbye,” you say.

His eyebrows shoot up in shock, “Goodbye? Goodbye as in you are going out and will be back later, or goodbye as in goodbye?” he asks standing up. You look into his blue eyes and see an expression you haven’t seen in awhile, nervousness. “Goodbye as in... I don’t know. I have to think about things and I think it’s better if I’m away from you,” you say.

You are proud of how strong your sounding, considering you are falling apart inside. Sebastian walks around his desk, “Is everything ok?” he asks softly, reaching out to you. You step away from his hand, which you see shocks him again. “I just think you need more than a needy, whiny ugly girlfriend, so maybe we should just call this what it is. You have been distant for awhile and it’s obvious you fell out of love with me, so I am giving you your out,” you say as tears form.

“I-- No, Y/N, wait please! Let me explain, please!” Seb pleads with you as you back away from him. “I heard you. I don’t need you to make up some stupid ass lie or excuse. I’m leaving,” you say as you turn around. Seb follows you out to his front door, begging you to stop and listen to him. You pick up your stuff and without sparing a glance you walk out of his apartment.

--

It’s been a few days since you went back to your old apartment. Everything that you brought from Sebastian’s continues to sit by your front door where you dropped them. He has called you multiple times, along with millions of texts, all that you have ignored. When your phone rings again, you go to throw it when you see it is not Sebastian who is calling, but Tom. 

“Tom?” you answer through your tears. It takes no time for him to come to your apartment and hold you while you cry. He packed a bag to stay with you for as long as you need him, and while you finally fall asleep, he starts to clean your apartment and order your favorite food. He calls Sebastian to give him a piece of his mind as well. The conversation is short and to the point, and it finally makes Sebastian stop reaching out to you.

Over the next several days, Tom holds you while you sleep, and constantly tells you how amazing, and beautiful you are. You have a hard time believing him, though, but he just keeps reassuring you. It takes awhile, but he finally gets you to smile and laugh again, which feels really good. Over time you both start going out into the world and having fun, whether at bars, clubs, museums, or anywhere else that will put a smile on your face. You are so grateful for your best friend.

--

Seb sighs as he runs his hands through his hair in frustration. it’s been too long since you left, and he hasn’t been able to reach you. He thought giving you some space might calm you down enough so that you can talk. The hurt he saw in your eyes haunts his dreams, more like nightmares. Every night it’s the same thing; you leaving without him explaining that he wasn’t you he was talking about. He knows he became distant, but it wasn’t for what you thought. When Tom called him screaming, he tried to again explain, but Tom wouldn’t hear him out. He has tried to call Tom again, but he won’t answer his calls either.

He looks at the picture on his phone of you and Tom dancing together at the club. You never wanted to go to the club when you were with him, at least he didn’t think you did. He looks at how happy Tom makes you, and he wonders if Tom is keeping you away from him so he can be with you. Does he hold you tightly at night. Does he kiss your soft lips every day? Does he tell you that he loves you more than anything?

Seb reaches into his desk drawer and pulls out the velvet box. The reason he was distant was because he didn’t want to give away the surprise. He wanted to marry you, but now he has no way of telling you. Sebastian sighs and looks at the diamond ring before standing up. “Fuck this, I’m not giving up without a fight!” He says to himself before walking out of his apartment toward yours.

When you opened the door to frantic knocks, your heart and stomach dropped. There is a very disheveled and out of breath Sebastian. “Y/N. I know you think I was talking about you, but I wasn’t. I’m so sorry I was distant from you, but it was because...” Sebastian got down on one knee causing you to gasp, “Y/N L/N I love you more than anything in the whole world. Will you please consider talking to me so I can explain and then hopefully marry me?” he asks as he shows you the big diamond.

At this point Tom walked into the room to see what was happening. “Let him have his say Y/N,” he says when he sees you hesitate. You turn and look at him for a moment before turning back toward Seb and nod. Sebastian released the breath he was holding and stood up, following you into your living room. He nods at Tom, who smirks and leaves you two alone.

“Seb, I know what I heard that day,” you say sadly, looking at your hands. Seb slowly put his hand on top of yours, seeing what your response was. When you didn’t pull back, he sat closer to you and continued to hold your hands, “Y/N, I know with me being distant, it sounded like I was talking about you, but I wasn’t. Anthony and I were talking about one of the crew on our show. She has a huge crush on me and is very needy and whiny around me. She tries to get my attention--” “So if she was gorgeous you would give her a chance?” you said sternly, interrupting him.

“No! That comment was a stupid inside joke that I regret immediately. She likes to tell everyone that she thinks everything is gorgeous, and she is gorgeous, so I said it to make fun of her. I want nothing to do with her. I only want you! I love you, Y/N! You’re it for me, baby! I want nothing more than to marry you and be with you forever,” he says. 

You are crying at this point, not sure who to believe. “Y/N...” you hear Tom say. You turn and look at him, “I spoke with Anthony and he confirmed everything Sebastian said,” he says. Seb looked at Tom with a relieved and appreciative smile. You look at Seb, “Ask me,” you say. Seb’s breath hitches, “Are-are you sure?” he asks. You nod and he laughs, again getting down on one knee.

“Y/N, will you please put us out of the misery I caused and marry me?” he asks. You look at him and a smile slowly makes its way to your lips.

“Yes.”

--

Hope you liked it. I played with different version of the ending or how I wanted Seb to act, and this is how it worked out. lol

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[writing-gifts]

okay im back with the 7th part of the incubus!doppio au! this chapter is really long compared to the other ones!

also I made the decision to make reader asexual in this story, I mentioned it on my blog already but saying at again since it’s mentioned this chapter. so there definitely wont be any smut in the future 

AO3 Link

List of parts

@wasabi-mommy @mistabrainr0t @the-average-mastermind 

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It’s been 2 weeks since you last saw Doppio. He was most definitely avoiding you since you snapped at him, kind of. You realized you had upset him right after it happened too, but you didn't expect him to stop visiting because of it.

So when you weren't at work or trying to socialize with coworkers, you were by yourself. Being alone wasn't necessarily bad, but the whole time you'd end up dwelling on Doppio and stressing yourself out.

You tried to consider the positives, which there was one; Diavolo hadn't shown up either. But still, you missed your friend. And at this point, you were fed up with your thoughts going in circles. So instead of moping around your living room today too, you decide to go to the only other person you know nearby.

Retracing the steps you took with Doppio to get back home after your visit with the local witch--Was he the only witch in this area? You didn't know--you find your way back to the clearing in the forest with the giant lake and cabin.

Bruno looks surprised to find you at his door but lets you in. “I wasn't expecting you to come back.”

You shrug.

"By the way--" he says, "--it would be best not to wander too much in this forest. Many fae reside deeper within it and we don't want you running into any of them."

You nod since you didn't plan on going anywhere you hadn't been shown before anyway.

The comfortable looking couches around the fireplace are just what you need after that long walk. But as soon as you fall back into one of the loveseats, something sharp pricks your ass.

"Ow!" You shoot up and turn around. "What the hell…?"

A small pin you hadn't noticed was already occupying the seat. You pick it up and when Bruno sees what's in your hand he sighs.

"Okay, which one of you did it?" He sounds exasperated but stern.

There's no response and you wonder if the witch is talking to himself.

His brows furrow and he frowns, clearly frustrated by something.

He takes the pin from you. "Sorry about that ____."

"Uhh, it's fine? Accidents happen." You make sure there's nothing else in the seat and sit down. "...Who were you talking to?"

"My kids."

"You have kids?" You have never heard any noise or seen anything in the house that would imply that. Were they hiding?

Bruno drops the pin in the drawer of the small, wooden table next to the couch. He then takes a seat in the loveseat across from yours. “Well in a way. It's more like I just let them reside here.”

You were still confused but Bruno continues speaking before you can inquire more.

"Why'd you decide to visit?"

"I'm going to be honest. I was feeling a little lonely."

"No visitors?"

You rub at your arm and your slight frown becomes a full pout. "Yea…"

You didn't even have a certain cat anymore to help break the silence at home. Of course you weren't going to admit that part.

"Well that's not necessarily a bad thing."

"No. I already told you I want Doppio to stay with me, so it actually is."

Bruno hums. "I'm just trying to help you ____."

"You think you're helping me? Things don't have to go your way you know."

The witch looks completely unfazed by your words. “One day you'll understand and hopefully without you getting hurt.”

You deeply exhale. Talking to Bruno reminded you of a brick wall and you couldn't even find it in you to get mad.

"Wow…"

He raises a brow. "What?"

“You're stubborn as hell.”

"The same goes to you."

The two of you are quiet after that and the witch watches you. You felt like he was trying to see into your head and it made sitting still hard.

“Do you need something?” you ask.

“You're the one in my house ____.”

“Yea but you don't have to stare so hard...”

“You came here for another reason. Tell me.”

Caught off guard you take longer than usual to respond. You didn't know how Bruno could tell but it was best if you just said what you needed to instead of beating around the bush.

"Okay...I did. I was wondering about the exorcism, but not for Doppio--for Diavolo." You look down at your lap. "Do you think it's possible to exorcise him without hurting Doppio? I'm not even really sure how their whole situation works to be honest.”

You look to Bruno wondering if he had any answers.

"....A demon possessing a demon--that's what's most likely happening."

"Huh? That sounds strange."

"It is very peculiar, but I can't say it's impossible. So maybe there's a way to do an exorcism like you wanted."

Bruno's familiar swims by, above the fireplace and his eyes follow the eel. "Leone told me you two don't get along," he mentions.

"Me and Diavolo? Well yea. I'm sure you know he wants to kill me."

"Yes." His eyes land back on you. "That's why I'm not completely onboard with your idea."

"Okay but don't you think it would be better to at least get rid of one demon who definitely wants to hurt me instead of none?"

"I can't guarantee it; there's a chance it won't work and we'll only piss him off. Then you'd possibly be in more danger. It would make more sense and be much easier to get rid of both of them."

You frown but you weren't giving up. "Diavolo already has it out for me though. So not trying because of that is kinda pointless."

The rebuttal you just gave was weak and you weren't sure you could come up with anymore. So the longer Bruno takes to reply the more nervous you become.

"Listen, I'm not saying I'll do this but I'll at least look into it," he finally says.

You perk up. Even though you couldn't say he seemed convinced, you could at least work with it!

"T-Thank you! I'll even help!" You stand up eager to start. "Where do you want me to look first?" you ask.

From then on, you spend your off days at Bruno's home looking for any information about exorcism within his many books. A lot of which were in languages you didn't understand.

Surprising to you, Bruno turns out to be pretty good company when he isn't actively trying to get rid of Doppio. And you quickly find yourself enjoying coming over. It was the perfect distraction too.

You also now had the chance to really take in how cool the witch's house was. It felt like you were at the aquarium whenever you walked through it! So at first, you did a lot of that whenever you needed a break. Bruno's familiar which you found out was named Angeela, would swim along with you and keep you company. And even though there were no other fish it was still really relaxing.

But soon, strange things started to occur. Doors closing behind you. Items falling on top of you. It happened one too many times and started to freak you out so you brought it up with Bruno. It seemed to stop right after that though so you shrugged it off and decided to focus more on researching from then on.

During one of your visits, you focus a little too hard and accidentally end up staying too late. And there's no way for you to traverse back home safely so Bruno insists you stay in the spare guest room.

After dinner, you're ready to quietly head to bed for the night, but while you're cleaning your face, Abbacchio walks into the bathroom.

You raise a brow at the cat. You'd only seen hints of him this whole week. "What the hell?"

"Is there a problem?" The cat jumps up on the counter barely looking your way.

"Yea, you just walked in here without warning. What if I was changing you weirdo?"

"Then you wouldn't have left the door cracked open."

You roll your eyes and go back to what you're doing. "Where did you even come from?"

"None of your business. You don't want me around you anyway so it shouldn't matter."

"I said my house. I don't care what you do outside of it."

You wash off your hands and grab the tooth brush Bruno gave you. It's quiet except for the sink water running and the sound of you brushing your teeth. But you feel like you have to talk with Abbacchio in the room.

You spit in the sink. “Umm...is there something you need from me?”

The cat’s tail twitches before he answers. “Just making sure you don't do anything stupid."

Your lips purse. You were literally just trying to get ready for bed.

"Okay?" You go back to brushing.

The cat huffs. "You should stop trying to keep Doppio around. You're literally wasting time--"

“Ah, that's why you came in here," you interrupt through a mouthful of foam. You spit. "....I don't understand why everyone keeps doing this.”

"Doing what?" The cat sounds and looks irritated.

"Telling me this and that! I'm going to stay with Doppio and nothing you, Bruno, or Diavolo say is going to chase me off."

You expect to get lectured some more but Abbacchio glares at you. "Please don't tell me you aren't actually in love with him?" he asks.

"What are you talking about? I just want to stay with him because we're friends."

"You barely know him. It must be 'love'...or lust."

You shake your head. "Lust's definitely not it."

Abbacchio tilts his head but you weren't exactly in the mood to explain asexuality right now, especially to a feline, so you leave it at that and go back to brushing your teeth.

He squints at you. “Okay then. You're definitely in denial about your feelings though.”

"Can't friends care about each other--"

"Yes but that takes years. You're ready to throw your safety to the wind for someone you've known for a few months. You need to be careful before this crush gets out of hand."

You let out the most frustrated sigh. "Doppio wouldn't hurt me. I trust him."

"Hmph, you don't even understand this world but you think you know better."

You pause unsure how to respond. You wanted to say something back but he unfortunately had a point. This supernatural stuff was still new to you and you were honestly processing it kind of slowly.

Since you knew you weren't getting in the last word with Abbacchio and you were tired of being scolded by a cat, you rinse off your toothbrush and leave the restroom.

----

You open your eyes and stare at the unfamiliar ceiling for a several seconds before getting out of bed. You forgot to bring a glass of water with you and there was no way you would be able to get back to sleep with such a dry throat. So you creep out of your room.

The blueish glow from the tanks help light your way down the hallway to the kitchen. You see Angeela pass by before turning back and swimming along with you.

You smile before whispering. "Just getting water.”

The eel continues to follow you all the way to the kitchen. You rub at your arms once you enter to fend off the unusual chill in the room. Unfortunately, this was common in Bruno’s home. You suspected a draft problem but the witch didn’t seem to care.

Angeela swims out of view while you hurry and look for a glass so you can get back to your warm bed.

Once you find one in the cupboards, you fill it with water from the sink's tab and quench your thirst before filling it again. You move to leave but stop at the kitchen's entrance and look back at the refrigerator. You might as well eat something while you’re here.

Ready to grab the leftover food Bruno made for dinner, you open the fridge and scream. The glass you’re holding falls from your hand and shatters on the floor. And you slam the fridge door shut.

Abbacchio’s the first to appear in the kitchen. “There better be a good reason you’re yelling!"

“Something in the fridge--A HEAD--I don't know!”

Right after that Bruno rushes in. “What's wrong ____?”

“Something weird in the fridge--a head! I was just looking in the fridge because I was kinda hungry!”

Bruno pinches the bridge of his nose. “Fugo and Narancia come out now!”

A second passes before something phases into form in front of the annoyed witch. Then right after something small and sparkly flies out from behind the dish rack next to the sink. But you've barely registered the second thing cause there’s a little ghost kid standing there!

He had a tealish glow and you could see right through him.

A shiver runs up your spine and you want to run out of this cabin.

“Do either of you want to explain why ____ says they saw a head in the fridge?” Bruno asks. His breath is visible from how cold it's gotten.

The ghost looks down at his feet avoiding eye contact. The glowing light next to the ghost didn’t seem keen on answering either.

“Brats,” Abbacchio says before walking out of the kitchen.

"Narancia t-told me to…" the ghostly child's voice sounds watery and distant.

Bruno sighs before looking at you. “I’m sorry.”

“I...It’s okay,” you lie.

And you guess Bruno can tell because he stares at you strangely before speaking again. “Well I suppose I should introduce you to them since we all are here. This is Fugo." He points to the ghost. "And this is Narancia.”

You risk getting closer to the glowing small creature flying in the air and realize that they look like a shrunken child with wings.

“A...pixie?” you ask. You can barely believe your eyes but should you be surprised at this point?

"I think...I need to go to sleep," you say.

“Okay,” Bruno says, understanding. “Are you sure you're fine?”

“Uh huh.” You’re about to speed walk to the guest room, but remember the glass on the floor.

“Oh wait do you have a broom?" you ask the witch. "I-I'm sorry…”

“I'll take care of it.”

You nod and go back to your room. You wouldn't be wandering around Bruno's home again at night, if you ever stayed the night again that is.

-----

When you open your front door to walk out, you immediately tense up in surprise. Doppio's standing there, holding the key you gave him.

"Doppio!"

" ____--"

The both of you stop talking.

The incubus frowns and fidgets with the key in his hand. "Er ____...I'm sorry for keeping things from you! I really missed you.”

You hum but can't get any words out. For some reason you felt uncomfortable and timid.

“____?”

You clench your hands next to your sides and force yourself to speak. “I shouldn't have said what I did and especially not that harshly. I-I'm sorry and I missed you too.”

Doppio seems to relax but you stand in place awkwardly, struggling to make proper eye contact.

“That's okay ____. I understand why you were upset.”

"Yea but still…"

"Um, is it okay if we hug?" Doppio asks.

His expression is shy but he doesn't look away which makes you smile. You nod and open your arms. Your friend walks into them wrapping his own arms around you and giving you a squeeze. He smells like something sugary but you can't place it.

Once you're satisfied, you let your arms drop and pull away from the incubus.

“Do you want to come inside?”

He tilts his head. “Weren't you heading somewhere though?”

“I can go later. It’s not urgent.”

Doppio nods and walks past you inside. You shut the door and the two of you sit down on the couch.

“So what were you up to the last several weeks?” A question that you hoped would make any left over awkwardness disperse.

“I was on business for the boss.”

“Of course...Maybe he’ll finally stop being so angry with me.”

Doppio looks confused before his eyes widen, "Not that type of business!"

“Oh! What type of stuff then?"

"Um...making sure people stick to agreements. I don't think you'd want me to go into detail."

He gives a bit of a forced laugh. So you move on.

"Hey, you're okay right?” you ask.

“Hm?”

“Like you're not dying or anything? Diavolo said you would just lose your powers, but I just want to make sure.”

“Oh that. Yeah, I'm okay! I don't need sex to stay alive...”

You nod. “I guess I'm still trying to wrap my head around this incubus stuff--well demon stuff in general." You suddenly remember the events that happened at Bruno's house recently. “Actually, supernatural stuff overall. Soooo...just wondering, is it possible to exorcise a demon out of a demon?”

He grimaces slightly. “____, what are you trying to do?”

“I'm just speculating, but maybe we could get rid of Diavolo.”

Doppio's eyes widen. "N-no way. Why?"

”Don't you want to? He's literally leeching off of you.”

You liked Doppio...a lot and you wanted him to stay by your side but dealing with his alter ego frankily sucked. You had been able to tolerate him (barely) but after not having him come in and threaten you for the past couple weeks, any qualms (if there were any to begin with) about getting rid of Diavolo were gone. You just needed to get Doppio onboard.

“I don't know…I know he can be a lot but he's not all bad.”

You stare unbelieving at him. “Doppio, I think you might be codependent. He's literally the worst type of person.”

He avoids your eyes. "Well technically he's not even a person--"

“Demon whatever, he still sucks.”

"I don't think this is a good idea ____. He might be listening right now!"

That wasn't about to stop you. And even though Doppio didn't like to act like it, he had more control over this body than his "boss". The fact that Diavolo hasn't appeared to rip you apart proved that.

“If it doesn't work you can put all the blame on me. He won't hurt his own vessel anyways.”

“I'm not worried about me ____."

You smile a bit at his concern. "If we get this to work then you'll never have to worry about me."

Doppio sighs. "I guess...How are you even planning to do this?”

“Well, I've been visiting Bruno while you were gone.”

The incubus immediately looks disgruntled.

“Don't make that face okay. I actually managed to get him to consider doing things a different way.”

“B-But what if he's just using this as a way to get our guard down?”

“We are just researching. I haven't agreed to anything just yet. I really just want to know if it's possible…And wouldn't it be nice to have your own body?”

Doppio nods but still looks unsure.

“So let's just see what happens?” you say hoping to give him that little push he needs.

"Well if it's just research...it can't hurt to look into it?"

You nod and smile. “Right! I'll let you know if anything comes up.”

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Scream     part 4

Scream. Part Four: Help Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Platonic Peter Parker x Reader Pronouns: She/Her Warning: Swearing, fighting, little fluffy. Summary: Scream pleas with Venom to help her, when he refuses you strike a deal with her. A/N:  Gets a little heated in this one. I’m not sure how many more parts there will be but im excited with what I have planned for this. I barley had time to proof read this one so, sorry if theres any mistakes; Ive been editing my podcast at the same time ha. If you want to be tagged, just ask <3 Master list of chapters

When you finally woke up, you found yourself in what you could only presume was a cell. Though it wasn’t bars and a metal bed, no. It looked comfortable and the walls almost seemed invisible if it wasn’t for the blue hue. What the hell happened.

You stopped panicking long enough to notice Bucky was sat in a chair just outside your cell. You allowed your eyes pan over him for a moment. His body seemed calm but the look on his face screamed worry. “You’re awake” he words were soft and despite your current situation, they made a part of you melt like butter. He pushed himself off the chair taking a few steps closer to your cell. “what-what happened?” you stumbled over your words as they seemed to crack in your throat. You listened to every word that spilt from his lips, explaining how Venom knocked you out, that Venom’s host was called Eddie Brock and despite them both being arseholes, Eddie seemed much more rational. He ended his little speech claiming that they had come up with an agreement, You were to stay with the Avengers, try to control the Symbiote or completely get rid but Tony argued his point of how it had to be your choice and despite Venom’s obvious opposition, Eddie managed to get him on board. You sat with the information you were given for a moment, allowing it to sink in. You clearly had a big choice to make. I want to talk to him.  It sounded like she was crying and instantly broke your heart. “She want’s to talk to him! I want to talk to him” your words seemed a little too stern but you stood your ground. Bucky nodded before leaving the room without another word.

You were only alone for a couple of seconds until a large framed man walked through the sliding doors. You watched the way he carried himself and already you could tell that Bucky was telling the truth, he was an arsehole. He stopped in front of you cell, a smirk etched onto his face which caused your eyes to roll. “She wants to talk to Venom” you demanded, in which he cockily shrugged and instantly morphed into the large Symbiote, it didn’t take long until Scream made her appearance. She was silent for a moment, you could feel your eyes welling up at the emotion she held. “You have to help me” though she stood confidently, her words showed weakness, even more so when he laughed at her. “You have to help me!” she repeated, her words louder now, causing Venom to growl slightly at her. “Help you? Look at you, no amount of help would stop you from being so pathetic” he spat at her, you could feel the anger bubble through your blood as his words cut through you. “You can’t just leave me here like this. We’re suppose to be family!” anyone with ears could hear the pain in her words. “You have to help me understand” she pleaded but you couldn’t take it anymore.

For the first time since she bonded with you, you took control. Forcing yourself to appear, your eyes filled with tears as you looked up at Venom. “Let me talk to Eddie!” you spat at him, your face showing nothing but disgust at the actions of the Klyntar. He laughed before his form shifted back to Eddie. “Can’t you talk to him” you so hoped that he would agree, that he would be the middle man, Scream needed so bad but alas, he just shook his head, a small laugh left his lips. “Look, it’s not my problem, I’ve got better things to do. I can’t babysit yet another Symbiote” he shrugged. Your eyes narrowed at the man as he turned on his heels to leave the room. “You’re both cowards.” You whispered, as he waved you off.

You sat back slight on the bed that was provided in the cell, trying to figure out what to do. You thoughts rushing from one scenario to another. One thing was for sure, you weren’t going to let them pull her from you. We can do this together. Despite her silence, you felt her gratitude towards you. If you can promise me, you wont try and kill everyone. I’ll help you, I’ll help you figure it all out! She promised and with that you called to Friday and asked to see Tony.

-

When you told Tony your plan of helping Scream, he was a little unsure but soon came around. You got him to agree to let the part he extracted from you, back into your body so that she could fully bond with you. Once you rested after you felt the rest of Scream find its place in you, you headed towards the gym. You saw Peter go in there not long ago and you figured he would probably be the best bet to help you with these new powers. With each step you could feel Scream getting stronger, it scared you a little, considering how much of a loose cannon she had been but you chose to trust your instinct.

Pushing the door open to the gym, you looked around to spot Peter, sitting on the edge of a boxing ring swinging his legs, listening to Happy drone on about the importance of understanding his strength. The bored expression on the teens face wasn’t lost on you causing you to giggle a little. Both their head snapping towards you before you started taking steps towards them. “Sorry to interrupt the pep talk” you giggled finally reaching them, you hand settled on Happy’s shoulder for a second. “You mind if I steal the kid for a moment?” you questioned he seemed reluctant at first but nodded, realising himself from your touch and throwing a look Peter’s way as if to say their conversation was yet but over.

You waited until the man left the room before turning to boy. Giving him a small smile before propping yourself next to him. “How you feeling?” he questioned, his voice a little shaky. You almost forgot how terrified he looked at you after he first met you. You nodded slowly pressing your lips into a thin line. “Actually, I feel great!” you admitted, placing your palms on your thighs. “I actually came here to ask you a favour!” you’re face scrunched up a little as you awaited his response. “Yeah- yeah sure. What is it?” you allowed a small smile to grace your face as he stumbled over his words. Assuming the boy had been fully informed of the decision you made, you sighed a little. “Well, considering you and Scream seem to share the same sort of... powers, I was hoping you could help me- help her figure them out” your words were slightly unsure of asking him to do such a thing. He took a moment, figuring out his decision before finally nodding, a little too aggressively.

-

You had probably been in the gym with the boy for hours at this point, constantly morphing in and out of your natural form as Peter taught you how to use your powers, the ones he shared with you anyway, despite being completely taken back by the webs that shot from her skin compared to the device he wore to make it happen. You on the other hand experienced scaling the celling for the first time, you couldn’t deny the fear that spread through your entire body, despite not having any control over it. Finally you had completely exhausted yourself but the boy barley broke a sweat, your head snapped at the sound of the door swinging open. Now standing in place of the door was Bucky, laughing slightly at how the two of you contrasted each other. You looked up at him like a saving grace for a moment, thankful to be done with this training experience. You noticed he was holding something in his hand but you couldn’t quite make out what it was.

“I think i’ve taken up too much of your time, Kid!” your words were breathless as you peeled yourself off the canvas you once sat on and patted him on the shoulder. Making your way over to the taller man, with a grateful smile on your face. He greeted you with a sly laugh, slightly mocking the way you obviously couldn’t match Peter’s stamina. Without a word, he held up a DVD case and displayed it on his chest. You’re eyes glossed over it for a moment before returning to his gaze with a rather large smile. “Fight Club?!” mixing you confusion with excitement as he escorted you out of the room. “Yeah, figure you’ve had a long day and you seemed almost offended knowing I haven’t seen it yet” a light chuckle left his lips as you both made your way towards your rooms. You didn’t say much of anything else before you reached your room, you told him you just needed to shower and signalled to the beads of sweat rolling across your body, he nodded and made his way to his room leaving you to do just that.

After you felt sufficiently clean and swapped your clothes for some that laid spare in one of the dressers, you made your way to Bucky’s room, lightly brushing your knuckles over the door. It took a couple of seconds before he answered with that forced smile of his. Though you knew it was genuine you couldn’t help but wonder if after all this time he’d simply forgotten how to smile. He lead you towards the bed before handing you a beer. You took in the sight of his dark room for a second before pressing the bottle on your lips, allowing the cold liquid run down your throat. You watched him fumble around with the DVD case attempting to figure out how his TV even worked. You didn’t offer any help, it was far too entertaining to get involved.

Finally he conquered the TV and sat back on his bed, holding onto the remote. He patted the mattress beside him, signalling you to climb on and you did just that. You allowed your body to curl up as you rested your back on the headrest of the bed, slightly turned in Bucky’s direction, resting the cold bottle on your thigh. When he noticed you had gotten comfortable, he pressed play and relaxed himself. You couldn’t help yourself looking at him every time something good was about to happen, needing to take in his reaction and never being disappointed. Every so often, he’d catch your gaze but instead of commenting on it, he’d ask about the plot line or one of the actor’s. You where taken back a little as he reacted the same way you did when Brad Pitt appeared on screen with nothing on but washing up gloves but it only made you laugh.

-

With your beer’s finished and the room now filled with the sound of Where is my mind by the pixies, you allowed yourself to stretch out a little. “So...” you pestered the older man, nudging him slightly with your knee. He just nodded in response, looking up at you. “Good, hu?” you giggled slightly placing the empty bottle on his night stand. You listened to the song for a moment, unintentionally singing along as you seemed distracted. You snapped back to reality as you felt eyes on you, looking up at Bucky, you couldn’t help but note how incredibly handsome he was in this moment. The way his eyes seemed to soak you up, the smile that got a little more natural every time he allowed one to pass. “Thank you” you whispered softly, slightly taken back by the way he looked at you. You’re eyes now filled with admiration for the man, you admired how he took the time out of his own busy day to make yours a little easier. He just shook his head at your words, his eyes darting between your eyes and your lips. The air suddenly feeling far to thick for your lungs as he got closer and closer to your face. The heat radiated off your cheeks as you felt his breath blow on you hair gently, each strand slightly tickling your face. Before you could even register what was happening, you felt his lips on yours. You didn’t react at first, taken back by the sudden gesture but as soon as you managed to wrap your head around it, you leaned into his lips kissing him back a little more hungrily than it started. You felt his arm wrap around your waist pushing you on your back gently as he hovered over you. Your hands explored his hair, grasping at it a little as he laid you down so delicately. Your breathing became short and restless as his hands explored the rest of your body, tickling slightly as he allowed his finger tips to tease the hem of your shirt. Oh, that’s hot!

Startled by the voice in your head, you pulled away from a moment only to receive a confused look from Bucky, attempting to ignore it, you pulled him back to your lips, easily falling back into his grasp. I wonder what he does with the metal arm. You groaned slightly at the voice in your head, praying and begging she would just leave, let you have your moment. Of course she didn’t, every so often she would say something to pull you from the moment until you had, had enough. Finally you pushed away from Bucky completely. “Go away!” you shouted, your hands resting on your temples. Bucky seemed a little taken back by your sudden out burst, sitting up right on the bed. “I thought you wanted to –“ he started before you turned your attention to him, a defeated look on your face. “No, I do – I really do but” now turning away from him, you could feel your face getting slightly flushed. “She keeps talking to me” you admitted only to be met with his laugh. You felt the weight of the mattress shift as he made his way closer to you, you felt the strap of your shirt fall onto your forearm before the sensation of the cold kisses he planted in it place, slowly making his way to your ear. “I know how we can shut her up”

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[brelione]

Maniac (Rafe Cameron X Reader)

You were with your friends partying

When the alcohol kicked in

Said you wanted me dead

So, you show up at my home, all alone

With a shovel and a rose

Do you think I'm a joke?

 Rafe was stumbling, laughing as tears ran down his face. He knew where he was going, holding a shovel in one hand and a single rose in the other, nearly falling over. Topper had mentioned your name as Rafe took his ninth shot of the night, an idea sparking in his drunk mind. 

He turned into your driveway, a tired smile on his face as he banged on your door, seeing four of you staring back at him. “I broughtttt youuuuuu a anniversary gifffft babeee.”He dropped the rose at your feet. 

“Am I a fucking joke to you?”You asked, staring up at your ex boyfriend. He grunted, moving forward and leaning against you, limbs turning into jelly. “I wantttt tooo backkkk.”He slurred, drooling on your hoodie.

Cause people like you always want back what they can't have

But I'm past that and you know that

So you should turn back to your outback tellin' them trash

 “You cant have me back, Rafe. We’re done, you know that.”You replied, pushing him off of you until he was back on your doorstep. “whhhyyyy?”He asked, sitting down and falling forward. “Go back to your asshole friends, Rafe.”You replied, closing your door and locking it.

Tell all of your friends that I'm crazy and drive you mad

That I'm such a stalker, a watcher, a psychopath

Then tell them you hate me and dated me just for laughs

So, why do you call me and tell me you want me back?

You maniac

The next time you saw Rafe you were at a party that was being thrown by a girl named Tori. She was pretty much royalty so it was no big surprise that your ex boyfriend showed up. You planned on staying away from him, going to grab yourself a drink when you overheard him talking to a group of people as he sat back in a sofa, sipping a beer. 

“She drove me mad, dude. Such a stalker too, like, borderline psychopath.”He chuckled. Joshua raised his eyebrows, an amused look on his face as he asked the question. “Why’d you ever date her in the first place?”The boy asked. Rafe shrugged, taking in a deep breath.

 “I thought it would be funny.”He lied, not knowing that you were coming up right behind him. You were that one girl that everyone thought was crazy. That you had bugs in your brain, that you were some sort of mad hatter like character.

 “Is that why you showed up at my house begging me to take you back last week?”You asked, startling him. He looked up at you, wide eyes. He shook his head slightly, trying to take back his words. 

“At least I didnt call you thirty times and leave you tons of messages begging you for forgiveness.”You replied, a slight shrug of your shoulders before pouring cola all over his hair and face. “See you later, crazy Cameron.”You shouted before you left.

You just went too far

At your car, called me crying in the dark

Now you're breaking my heart

So, I show up at your place right away

Wipe the tears off of your face

While you beg me to stay

Three weeks after that you got a call from crazy Cameron at 3:30 in the morning. If you were properly awake you wouldnt have answered but because of your sleepy state you didnt mind, yawning. “(Y-Y/N)? Can you please come over? I cant- I cant feel anything and I cant move!”He sobbed into the phone. 

You sniffled, ignoring your own tears. As much as you hated the bastard you found yourself pulling into his driveway, shivering as you opened a fake rock and took out the spare key, going inside his house. You figured he was probably in his bedroom, jogging up the stairs and listening. 

You heard a cough from the bathroom, opening the door and seeing him sitting on the toilet, hands pressed to his stomach as he hunched over. “What the hell did you eat?”You asked, walking over quickly. He sobbed, shaking his head. “COme on, get up.”You told him, getting your arms under his armpits and trying to get him to stand but failing miserably. 

“I cant!”He shouted. “Rafe, work with me here, bud. What’d you do?”You asked, rubbing your thumb against the back of his neck in attempt to calm him. “I dont…. I took some pills that I got a while ago and I couldnt..I dont know. I couldnt see anything and I needed to get it out and I couldnt throw up and-and I took laxatives and it wont come out!” He cried.

You nodded, stroking his hair. “Okay, im gonna tell you right now that if you dont get off the toilet it’ll never come out. We’re gonna try to stand in three...two...one.”You pulled him up, surprised when he managed to get up, hunching over a bit and using you as a crutch as you guided him to his bed.He took in a deep breath, not even caring that he was no longer wearing pants. 

You left the room, getting him something to eat and placing it next to him. “You want me to stay with you?”You offered. He nodded, eating a cracker. You huffed, laying down next to him. You knew that you’d fall asleep but you didnt really care, fading into a deep slumber as Rafe munched on crackers.

 You woke up to his arm around your shoulders, forehead against the back of your neck and his eyelashes tickling your skin. “I got it out.”He muttered, kissing your neck lightly. You frowned at the gesture, getting off the bed. “Good.”You spoke, grabbing your phone. 

“Where are you going?”He asked, slowly sitting up. “Home.”You replied, seeing him pout. “What happened to us, princess?”He asked, hands in his lap. “You dated me for laughs.”You shrugged. He shook his head, licking his lips. “I didnt mean it, (Y/N)! I couldnt tell them…. Cant you just consider taking me back?” He asked. 

“Well, people like you always want back what they can't have.” You shrugged. “But I'm past that and you know that, we’ve been done for months, Rafe. Now keep going around and telling your friends that im trash like the maniac I know you are.”You answered, leaving the room.

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