#crying screaming crashed broke down falling to my knees

[mi-xin]

[caileeflavoured]

one heart broke, four hands bloody

tyler harrison x fem!reader, bjorn x fem!reader

© caileeflavoured 2024, do not repost, modify or translate!

synopsis: A secret revealed in a moment of danger does more than just save lives.

a/n: this took forever cause it's been forever since i last wrote but how could i pass up this opportunity of writing a love triangle kinda thing for one of my fave horror movie franchises (and two perfect hunks)? also, please appreciate that i rewatched the scene where kay is stuck like 100 times to get the dialogue accurate

warnings: ANGST, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of abortion (your body your choice guys!), no one's chest got burst open and everyone survives, yay!, mentions of injuries

wc: 2.7k

MAIN MASTERLIST | ALIEN MASTERLIST

“Oh my God, oh my God, Andy, open the door!”You begged them standing on the other side of the door, feeling the presence of the alien behind you. “Open the door!”

“Hey, hey, hey, look at me, look at me!” Tyler tried to get you to focus on him from the other side. “It’s alright, we're gonna get you out.”

He turned to Andy, telling him repeatedly to open the door, as did Rain.

But she noticed first that Andy did not make a move to unlock the door. “What are you doing?”

Tyler kept his eyes on you. “Don’t look over there, look at me.”

You noticed something was going on. What, you had no idea. Fear was coursing through your veins as you sobbed. “Tyler, what’s wrong?”

“Andy,” Rain looked at her brother intently, her hands gripping his arms. “I need you to open that door right now, okay?”

“That’s what the creature is waiting for us to do,” he explained in an unusually calm voice.

“No! What the fuck, Andy, open the door!” Tyler shouted over to the synthetic, trying to somehow change his mind.

“If I opened that door, we would all die,” Andy concluded in an almost detached manner.

“Andy, please, please, I’m begging you,” Rain pleaded with him, her hands planted firmly on his shoulders. “She’s pregnant! Andy, come on!”

Tyler’s gaze immediately shot to the two siblings, then back to you, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Fuck!!” He screamed, his fists banging against the glass of the door before he walked over to Andy, getting on his knees as he held onto the synthetic’s hand, crying as he begged him to open the door. 

“Please, Andy, please,” Tyler sobbed. “Don’t let her die, man, please.”

And in a moment of sheer miracle, he didn’t.

The door slid open and you fell into the hallway, right into Tyler’s arms. Everyone pulled you away from the open door as it shut at the last moment, helping you narrowly escape the alien. 

However, there wasn’t much time for you to recover despite the many injuries you have suffered from falling down stairs and platforms, crashing into cold, hart metal. All four of you sprinted along the curved hallway towards the next best hiding place, eventually finding a small, empty office. Andy locked the door behind him while Rain helped you to the desk, shoving the clutter off of it.

“Fucking hell, Andy!” Tyler shoved the synthetic. “How could you risk letting her—“ 

“Tyler,” Rain warned him, looking over her shoulder as she tended to your injuries. 

He scoffed, running a hand through his hair as he paced through the office, visibly trying to calm himself down. His eyes landed on you, and yours found his, all the physical pain forgotten. All the emotional pain coming back. 

The dam you’ve been building so carefully now broken beyond repair, and all the water flooding back in. Nausea was rushing through your body when his voice turned to you

“When were you gonna tell me?” He echoed from the furthest corner of the office.

“I do not think this is the time to be having such a conversation,” Andy instantly stepped in, blocking him from your view. “Calm down, Tyler. And let her calm down, too.”

But with your throat constricted, you had no way of saying anything. Not even to Rain as she sent you a compassionate look that said ‘I am so sorry.’

“How bad is it?” You asked her to deflect from the commotion on the other side of the office.

“Pretty tough bruising, but I don’t see any broken bones,” she noted. “You think you can make it back to the Corbelan on foot?”

You swallowed hard, letting out a deep, compressed breath in an attempt to calm your nerves just enough to remain level-headed. At least for the moment. You gave her a nod, which she acknowledged with a small smile.

“You got this,” Rain said, though you didn’t know what exactly she meant. Only felt that she probably wasn’t referring to your bruises. 

⋆𖤓⋆ 

Back on the Corbelan, the rest of the crew all let out relieved sighs at the sight of their unscathed friends. “Oh, thank God you’re safe,” Kay let out a breath she'd seemingly been holding ever since you left the space ship. “We should get you to med bay just to be sure you’re all okay.”

It wasn’t more than a good amount of bruises for all of you, and trauma for the rest of your lives, but everyone made it out alive, and was ready to leave, which was the only thing that mattered right now.

“We’ll take care of everything at home, and then we’re out of there for good,” Tyler announced, and Rain nodded in agreement. 

“I’ll set course for Jackson’s Star,” Navarro said and left for the cockpit. 

“Come on guys, let’s get buckled in for the ride,” Rain said, pushing everyone else out of the exam room. Everyone except for you and Tyler. She gave you one last apologetic look before mouthing the word ‘talk’ and walking off.

With everyone gone to the cockpit, leaving you and Tyler in med bay, the room suddenly felt a lot less comfortable than it already did by default.

His stare was ice-cold, his arms crossed in front of his chest, moving up and down with each deep breath that filled his lungs and calmed his nerves. You knew this look, you’ve seen it enough times.

“I just can’t do it anymore,” his British accent bounced off the walls of the trailer.

“What are you talking about?” You asked. A beat. No reaction. “Tyler!?”

The silence sucked all the oxygen from the small mobile home, leaving you nearly gasping for air as the first wave of nausea engulfed you. The final telling sign that this is where it ends.

“This!” He spat, arms spread as he gestured around the room. “This whole me and you thing!”

But words failed you, and the silence gave him courage.

"This hasn’t been going well for months, and you know it. We keep pretending that everything’s fine, that somehow everything will magically get better once we do this, once we do that, but it won’t. I can’t fix this. I can’t fix us. I’m just trying to survive here, trying to make it through another day without losing my mind. And your expectations, your— your… plans and hopes and dreams, they’re just… exhausting. This is exhausting.”

⋆𖤓⋆

His arms had been the ones to hold you tight all night long as you broke down once and for all. His thumbs had been the ones to wipe away your tears despite them already having formed into an endless stream of salty liquid. His ears had been the ones to listen to your heartbroken attempts at understanding how he could so suddenly throw it all away when he’d been the one to promise you over and over again that he would rather die than live a life without you.

And his mouth had been the one to shut you up and make you forget about everything. Even if just for the night.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you said as you got up into a sitting position, pulling your shirt back down and crossing your arms in front of your stomach as if hiding it from him. As if doing that will save you from having to deal with the implications of a small human being growing inside of you.

“How am I looking at you?” Tyler retorted in a hissy tone. 

“You know exactly how you’re looking.”

He uncrossed his arms, letting them fall to his sides in a dramatic gesture of annoyance as his eyes glanced around the room, then back at you.

“Well, care to have a conversation now?” He asked expectantly.

You huffed. “I don’t know why I should.”

“Uhm, well, I don’t know,” he shrugged. “Maybe because you’re pregnant and didn’t tell me.”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business, Tyler.”

“Oh, so you suddenly forgot how babies are made?”

“Haha, so funny,” you said with a stern look on your face, cocking your head to the side. “Patronising as ever.”

“So what?” He huffed in response. You were just gonna get rid of it? My child! Make that decision for both of us?”

“Who the hell said it’s yours, huh?” You snapped, the pain turning into anger and frustration.

“Yeah, cause there are plenty guys to choose from on the colony,” he scoffed, a pained grin on his lips.

That shut you up. You looked to the side as if avoiding his eyes would take the rising feeling of guilt away. As if it would undo what you did.

“You know what? You’ll never change,” he mumbled, turning around and storming off. 

On his way out of med bay, his shoulder bumped into that of his cousin. Annoyed at everything and everyone, he shoved him against the wall. “Get out of my fucking face, mate!”

You wanted to follow him, not giving him the satisfaction of blaming everything on you and then leaving you in silence. But upon rushing after him — or, attempting to — a sharp pain jolted through the side of your body, forcing you to stay behind after all.

“Fuck!” You hissed, then shouting after him before he disappeared into the hallway. “You’re one to talk, Tyler!”

It hadn’t been just one night.

It had become a habit. A nasty, disgraceful habit that left you ashamed of yourself, of what you’d become.

Of what he’d turned you into.

“We have to stop,” you said as you sat on the edge of the bed, turning your back to his laying frame on the other side. 

“What’cha mean?” He asked, his voice rough. 

“I mean exactly what I said,” you huffed. “This,” you gestured between him and yourself, “is not okay. We can’t keep doing this.”

“Come on, don’t— Let’s not have this conversation, alright? Don’t make this complicated when it doesn’t have to be,” he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“He’s your cousin!” You cried out. “And my ex! How is that not complicated?” 

You jumped up from the bed, hastily putting on your shorts and tee, ignoring your discarded underwear as you made for the door of his trailer, slipping on your shoes, and storming off without another word.

“You’ll come back anyways, luv. Just like you always do,” he shouted after you before you slammed the door to the trailer shut.

“You alright?” Bjorn held onto you before you stumbled. 

“Yes!” You hissed, aggressively pulling your arms back. “I’m fine. Just fine.”

A chuckle rumbled from his chest. “God dammit, is everyone on this bloody ship on their period or what.”

“Just shut the fuck up, Bjorn!” You near-shouted. “Not everything’s a fucking joke.”

Despite the pain in your side, and the inability to storm off, you made for the door when, suddenly. his hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you back forcefully. You landed in his arms, chest to chest, face to face, your eyes pulling each other in like they did that one fateful night.

“Kinda tragic you always end up in my arms when he fucks up,” Bjorn mentioned. “Always me who has to pick up the pieces.”

“Let me go, Bjorn,” you said, your voice calm despite.

“Only if you tell me what that was about,” he motioned towards the hallway where Tyler had just disappeared.

“Nothing,” you replied shortly. 

He tsked, shaking his head. “Still the avoidant type.” His grip on your arms loosened, yet he moved closer to you, his lips grazed the shell of your ear.

“If only you were as open as your legs were two weeks ago,” his whispery voice echoed through your entire body.

“Oh, fuck off!” You hissed, shoving him back which did not amount to much because a) he was too strong for you and b) the sharp pain shooting through your side held you back. 

“Hey, sorry to interrupt you guys, but we wanna leave,” Kay timidly walked into med bay, letting the two of you know you needed to come to the cockpit.

⋆𖤓⋆

“Did something happen on the ship?” Kay asked, clearly having to force herself to bring up the topic that surely was on everyone’s mind at this moment. “I don’t know, there’s just this… this weird vibe ever since you guys came back.”

What followed was an even more awkward silence than before. Half of the crew didn’t know what to say, and the other half didn’t want to risk accidentally revealing one secret or the other. 

Tyler’s eyes landed on you, his gaze still dominated by that look of vexation and resentment. Bjorn looked from you to Tyler and back again, ultimately deciding to just stare at the ground. 

Like the rest of the crew.

“Great. Now you’re not even saying anything,” Kay tried again. “Which proves my point by the way.”

The oppressive silence was a clear admission of your guilt, and gave her trust to keep digging.

“Tyler? Care to explain what happened?” She turned to her brother. “Cause I know damn well something did happen on that ship.”

“Why don’t you start with the person who’s clearly the cause of it all,” he hissed, blaming you so aggressively you had trouble keeping your composure.

“Me?” You scoffed.

“Yeah, obviously,” he hissed.

You crossed your arms in front of your chest, shaking your head. “Oh, that’s rich, coming from you.”

“You stop acting all high and mighty, alright?” He raised his voice, so you did too.

“What happened to the guy who fell to his knees begging Andy to save my life in there, huh? Where did he go? Why did he do such a 180?”

“You know exactly why,” he scoffed, shaking his head.

“I know,” you retorted, “but I’m asking why you think that.”

He shrugged, and you kept shouting at each other, a constant stream of accusations and insults bouncing off the metal walls of the Corbelan.

“I’m my own person, I don’t need to fill you in about every single thing that happens in my life,” you fumed.

“Ah, yes, here we go again.”

“What?”

“Your whole ‘none of your business’ attitude,” he mocked. “Like no one’s involved in this, eh?”

“Yeah, because this has nothing to do with the mission!” You yelled, your tone gaining a desperate edge, just wanting him to drop it altogether.

“Course not,” he laughed. “Cause the mission’s not putting you in danger. Or the baby.”

But of course things always had dire consequences for you. The two lines looked up at you from beside the sink like the insides of a snake’s eye. Like they were a mirrored image of what you had become.

“You alright in there?” Rain’s voice sounded from outside the bathroom. 

“Uhh… Yeah, yeah, all good,” you reassured, and before she could say anything else, let alone do something, you stormed out of the room, bumping right into her.

“Oof— You had me scared there for a second,” she admitted with a tense chuckle, but you immediately played it down.

“You know how it is… Girl stuff. Such pain in the ass.”

A set of blue eyes immediately shot up from beside you. You could feel his stare on you, switching from your face to your stomach, burning into your skin.

“Tyler,” Rain said, her voice with an edge of disappointment. 

“What?” He exclaimed, gesturing with his arms held out in front of his body and his shoulders raised.

“Yeah, really not cool, mate,” Bjorn agreed. 

The fact that even Bjorn started defending you when he’d always been the shit stirrer of the group spoke volumes. And did not go unnoticed by Tyler.

“You,” he pointed at his cousin. “Don’t even start. None of your goddamn business!”

“Oh, really?” He accepted the challenge. “‘Cause you made it my business, mate.”

“Bjorn, don’t,” you warned, shooting him an alarming glare.

“No, no, no, he needs to hear this,” Bjorn stopped you. “You know what your girl did the night you dumped her like some piece of rubbish? You wanna know?”

“Bjorn!” You snapped, but he wouldn’t listen.

“You wanna know whose name she screamed that night?”

But Bjorn didn’t have to say more when Tyler already lunged at him.

[marilynthornhilllover]

When you call my name. do you think i'll come running? {Chapter 4}

+ if I could get to sleep I would have slept by now

+ your lies will never keep,I think you need to blow them out

Warning : indecent language, mental health issues, blood, injury, cage trapped, hurt, depression, sadness, grief, self guilt, insomnia, denial, confusion, sickness, near death, fluff, angst. Etc.

Want to read part 3?: part 3

She hated herself. She hated every minute she spent in the castle and you weren't there. Everytime she shut her eyes and got sleep and you weren't, every meal she ate and you were starving. She hated it. She wanted to truly die. To not exist. She couldn't bear the thought of what mother miranda might do to you. She sighed and got out of bed wrapping her robe around her cold body. Your screams replayed in her ears. It was like a broken record. Even though you weren't dead, you were hunting her.

Alcina sat at her vanity and and lit herself a cigarette. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and she quickly looked away. She couldn't bear to look at herself. How could she be so evil. So heartless. Tears formed in her eyes before she quickly blinked them away. She put her cigarette in the ash tray and went into her closet to get ready to pay you a vist.

~

Your body jolted awake by a throbbing pain in your arm. You winched as you saw bruises from your wrist down to your elbow, along wigh a couple cuts. You sighed as you threw your head back against the cold mental wall. You looked up at the light and began to sob. You truly thought she was different. That she cared. That she was good. But she was truly the monster everyone Said she was. How could she love and care when she has no heart. Even if she did own one it's cold as fuck.

You closed your eyes for a while and slowly drifted off to sleep before you heard the cage door unlock and open. You flinched awake and quickly crawled over to the Corner of the cell. You started shaking. You placed your hands over your head as you curled up with your knees to your chest. You started to slightly hyperventilate.

" draga...." You heard a soft voice call out. You shook your head, your were probably hallucinating. You felt a soft hand on your arm pulling you closer, you pulled away and she sighed. You slowly looked up at her and both your worlds froze. Alcina completely forgot what she wanted to say to you. As for you, you were completely loss for words. It's difficult to be around her now, the silence chills the air.

You didn't know when you became so broken. Or if it can be healed, why is it so hard for her to understand of you feel. Can she hear you? All the screams you did? Can she hear you between the thoughts in her head. This has to be a sick joke. What can she possibly say to not make this all seem like a hoax.

" if you came here to pity me or say your sorry don't bother" you huffed, holding your arm you stood to your feet. She quickly did the same. You could see the regret and pain in her eyes but what if it was really just a hoax. Maybe she really doesn't care.

" I'm going to get you out of here draga I promise" she whispered caressing your cheek. You gently pushed her hand away tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

" your job was to make sure i didn't end up in here in the first place alcina" you spoke softly looking down as the tears fell from your eyes. You sniffed and looked back up at her. She looked like she was in her thoughts. Did she hear you? Can see not see that you have bled, how much your heart have shred? Did she understand what you just said? Can she even hear you over all the thoughts in her head?. You looked up at her once more tears clouding your vision. You began to sob.

Your soft cry brought her back to reality. When she looked at you her heart broke. She could hear all the splinters crashing against the floor, and the pain taking its rightful place in her chest. She reached out her hand to touch you but there's nothing she can do to comfort you. She pulled back her hand and began to leave. You quickly ran towards the cage but it was too late. She had already locked and closed it back.

" n-no a-alcina please don't leave me here, p-please" you whimpered, the salty tears blocking your vision. She looked at you sorryful.

" I'm scared to lose you draga..... I promise I'll get you out of here ok?" She caressed your cheek one last time before she quickly started walking away.

" alcina! Alcina no!!! Please don't leave me here alone alci!!! I'm cold! Remember when I helped your daughters??? Help me please!" You cried out but it seems to be no use. You dropped to the floor sobbing. You shook your head vigorously. This couldn't be the end.

" Hello! Is anyone there!." You called out but silence washed over you. You closed your eyes and stood to your feet. You screamed as you held onto the cage bars. The pain was too much for a human being to bare.

" if anyone is out there who knows I'm here,please get help, I didn't do anything and I don't want to die I swear!" You shouted falling to your knees once more.

You don't know how much time has passed but it felt like forever.

" cheer up child" a voice rang from the cage across you. You looked up to see a old woman. She looked clean for someone who was in this hell hole. You didn't even notice she was there.

" just because she's scared to lose you doesn't mean she loves you" she whispered before beginning to laugh that was quickly followed by a cough that sounded terrible. She sighed before leaning her head against the wall.

" I've been in here for 30 years now...... if your useful they keep you around. Feed you, use you, cloth you. What brings you into hell my child" she spoke before returning her gaze to you.

" my mom burned down castle dimitrescu..... well I don't know if it's burned down. " you whispered sniffling and wiping the dried tears. She hummed.

" you and the lady got something special going on?" She asked lighting a cigarette and blowing it out through her nose.

" no. I was her maiden. I guess I just saw the good side of her....." You spoke whimpering as your arm throbbed with pain. She huffed and she blowed out the smoke from her mouth before taking another drag.

" alcina was a very beautiful child growing up..... so was her sister don't get me wrong..... always joyful and happy. Never once did she see a sad person and not try to cheer them up. Ha. That girl loved music. Her room was filled with guitars and pianos oh man did she love her black and gold violin." She spoke before breathing out smoke.

" she was supposed to be a queen you know.... her mother was the queen of this village.... she married a poor man from the village. The village loved and honored her. And they lived alcina too." She coughed before putting the cigarette in a hole.

" when alcinas mom passed everything changed. Her father had no time for her and married many women. When alcina turned 19 he sent her away to study to become the next reining queen but knowing that mischievous little girl. Mh. She had other plans..... she became a singer..... she was damn good at it too. Until life slapped her in the face" the lady spoke before standing up.

" turns out she had a hereditary blood disorder.... and would die soon because she left it untreated...."

" she came back... half dead. Basically to bury herself.... then mother miranda came along and offered her eternal life. That was if she took the cadou of course. That made her entire life change. She almost died. And if you ask me, she should have stayed a half dead woman because now she's half human, half vampire,half dragon..... honestly kid.... Lady dimitrescu was a good woman before the cadou and she still is but shes a damn criminal. But She's done alot of good things for the village. And she followed in her mother's foot steps and made this land better" the lady came out of the cage and proceeded to go up some stairs.

" wait! Where- how are you allowed to-" she cut you off.

" I'm the cleaner of the lab little one. As i said. If miranda finds you useful. She'll give you numerous gifts and authority" she said as she smiled but it didn't reached her eyes. She winked then left. You sighed as a headache began to curse through your head. You sighed as you closed your eyes and try your best to forget that your even here.

~

Alcina sighed as she knocked on the door of Miranda's house. The tall black mansion stood before her. The doors opened and a gust of cold air lingered on alcinas porcelain skin. Her gaze met mother Miranda's golden eyes.

" to what do I own you for showing up at my door without a called meeting alcina!. Have you no respect for me!?" Miranda's voice was loud and aggressive but yet it was soft. Miranda had a soft spot for alcina. It was rare but she did. Miranda had great respect for alcinas mother and she promised to pass it on to alcina as well.

" all needed apologies mother miranda but I'm afraid we need to talk" alcina spoke taking a step closer to miranda. Miranda raised her eyebrow and scoffed.

" if you wanted to talk to me you need to call a meeting" she said plainly. Alcina sighed as she was beginning to run low on patience.

" you and I both know this is not a meeting matter! And if a meeting is called the other lords will know about our business and THAT IS NOT NEEDED!" Alcina spoke slightly raising her voice. Mother Miranda's eyes flashed a dull yellow and a dull black. A sign she was raging.

" to who do you speak to?" She asked closing the gap between her and alcina. Alcina gulped as she slowly stepped back.

" my apologies mother miranda...... please hear me out" she spoke looking down. Mother miranda huffed as she walked inside.

" you may enter ,dimitrescu" she said walking to sit on her throne. Alcina took a seat on the couch and awaited her time to speak.

" is it about yourself called lover?" She asked quirking an eye brow and she siped her wine. Alcina gulped and looked away before proceeding to stand.

" Miranda you've known me for a very long time.... you knew my mother and you worked for my grand and great grand mother. You know my family does not take pity on villagers.... what my mother did with my father was a risk..... and a disgrace to the dimitrescu family line. But I fear that I am repeating my mother's foot steps and I don't feel a sense of regret" alcina spoke, taking a step closer to mother miranda and sighed.

" what you do with your life and heart is no my business alcina. I saved you once there will be no second time.... I promised your mother that I will protect and keep you, not babysit you. And I have made the same promise to you with your children whom I have great love for,especially bela" she spoke standing up.

" I'm begging you mother miranda..... let y/n y/l/n go.... she has caused no damage to my house and no one was harmed" she spoke bowing her head. Miranda was a tough cookie to break but she knew what love felt like. Because she too fell in love. She too knows what it's like to have your lover be far from you. Have your lover be broken and alone. For her lover is her diseased daughter. Her face saddened as she felt pity for alcina.

" I've built up walls for years and locked people out of my life...... music has been my only love since my human life..... but ever since y/n came into my life she's..... changed me miranda..... she's my only hope. My light in the darkness.... the only one my heart longs for in the dry days... my world has ended many times but I believe with y/n in it, I have a second chance" she spoke tears forming in her eyes as she spoke.

Miranda sighed as she cane down and gently placed her hand on alcinas shoulder.

" I pity you alcina honestly. But you have my blessing" she spoke. Alcina smiled softly before walking towards the door.

" and next time you want to enter my territory dimitrescu make sure to have a more valid reason" miranda spoke understand her breath. Alcina sighed and rolled her eyes. How can one be so two faced. Alcina left and took the carage back to the lab to see you.

~

As alcina stepped closer to the cage she could hear you vomiting your guts out, she quickly opens and unlocks the cage and run to your side helping you pull back your hair. She scrunch up her nose at the scent and pull the bucket closer to you. She then rubs your back and starts singing a low pitched Romanian song.

"That's it draga let it out" she cooed as she rubbed your back. You couldn't hear anything. You might as well be with Alice in wonderland. You haven't eaten in days, nor have you had a glass of water to drink. You felt tried, broken, and hungry. You were feeling pain you didn't even know was possible to feel. Your arm felt like it was going to drop off soon. It felt like it was on fire. You felt like you couldn't breath. Everything around was either blurred or far way.

You didn't even register when alcina came into the room and all the comforting things she was going. You felt burnt out. Your chest hurt, your heart hurt even your soul hurt. The physical pain was too much and the mental pain was becoming unbearable. You felt like your were going to go completely crazy. You felt like you were at two places at once because you didn't realize you started hyperventilating.

" just breath draga mea. Come on" you felt someone picking you up then her perfume invaded your senses. Alcinas perfume. You felt rage and anger, frustration, sadness, loneliness, love. You felt everything at once and you needed it to stop. But at the same time you were to scared for it to stop. Because then what? She gets to fucking apologize and your supposed to feel sorry, give her a kiss on the cheek tell her it's ok, that she's forgiven and live happily ever after?.

You felt like all you were to her was a empty box it her "to do" list, and all she had to do was check you off. You found comfort in the sadness. Sometimes we have to live our lives in black and white because some colors are pretty.

" That's it..... see your ok" you slowly came back from your hell hole taking a long breath out. You sat there on her lap, staring into space before you realized how much this woman has ruined your life. You crawled your way out of her lap and onto the cold floor. You sniffed as you refused to look at her even though her eyes were buring into you.

" draga-" she tried but you didn't let her.

" don't you fucking dare" you hissed looking up at her for a split second. You tried to push yourself up but you forgot that your hand was broken and miranda slit your wrist open slightly. You cried out in pain as you pressed down on the arm that was already suffering. Alcina quickly but gently held onto your waist trying you help you but you weren't having it.

" don't touch me" you shouted trying to get up on your own but alcina had to help. She hated seeing you in pain. If you suffered she had to as well. If she could take your pain and worries away she would in an instant, no buts or ifs. She doesn't even care if she dies.

" I said leave me alone cina!" You shouted pushing her off you once again before falling slightly onto the broken arm crying out in pain once more. Tears welled in her eyes as she saw the pain you were in she once again she tried to help. After all she's the reason your like this. The situation was too overwhelming for you. You wanted her help yet you didn't want her to think your weak.

" draga please, your gonna hurt yourself more let me see-" you stood to your feet and pushed her hard, you push didn't impact her much but it crushed her heart and soul.

" and why the fuck do you care? Huh? Do you have any idea how much I've suffered because of you. How much pain you caused me?!. I've been in here with out any food or water! I am tired alcina! T-TIRED" you shouted your voice breaking in the midst. The tears that alcina has been keeping at bay finally overflows. You close your eyes and bit your lips trying to stay strong but it was too much. The pain was too much. You began to sob.

" you know what cina... fuck you. Your a fucking monster" you whispered, and with thoses words you saw the last bit of alcinas heart break into pieces. You saw it all fall down like a dynasty. Tears filled her eyes as they overflowed and ran down her cheeks, her mascara following with it.

" don't say that please......" she whispered looking down.

" but you are!" You shouted voice shaking as you fell to the ground sobing. Everything started to play in your head like a old TV that was broken. The day she cut your friends to ribbons, your first day at the castle, the way she would look at you, the way she treated you. If she was a good person why is she doing this to you.... you wished you never loved her this much. You wish you didn't waste all those times thinking about her. You wished you never got excited everytime she would look at you in a room filled with maids.

You wished you didn't meet her. You wished she didn't exist or you never knew her, or maybe she never knew you. Because on the end the one that got hurt was you..... not her.

Alcina looks down at you her eyes filled with tears and her heart completely broken. Never once did she thought that her heart could break this bad..... she didn't know she could love and care for someone so much.... the only person's she truly loved were her daughters not even herself and along came you.

You looked up at her feeling your body go limp and your vision get clouded. You feel so much pain that you just decided to give in and stop fighting it. You let out one last sob followed by a whimper before you felt yourself fall back against the wall. You had no control over your body what so ever yet you felt yourself shaking and twitching. Your eyes rolled back as your vision turned completely black. Your body finally stopped moving and you heard loud ringing sounds in your ear.....

You could hear alcina screaming? Shouting maybe? You didn't know.... and you really didn't care and she shouldn't either. This is you giving up.... letting go....

You've had enough. You could hear your heart beat against your chest, the feeling of being picked up and carried. Soft lips against the skin of your face. But you didn't care. This is it. This is you giving up. Leaving.....

You opened your eyes but your weren't awake, awake. Infront of you was your mom and bedside her was alcina.

" y/n she does love you......." your mother whispered before walking away. Then you saw alcina crying while looking at you.

" the hardest thing I'll ever do is walk away while I still love you...." She whispered before she walked away as well.

You jolted awake by a electric defibrillator. The pain of the world quickly came back to you. You whimpered as you turned. You realized you were laying on alcina..... in her bed....

You were in the right headspace yet.... you could see lots if people in white in the room but you couldn't make them out because your vision was still bad.

" I'm sorry cina.... for hurting your feelings..... I love you" you whispered before whimpering again as another wave of pain hit you.

" it's ok draga mea. My sweet pure girl. I love you more than you can imagine..." that's all you heard before you passed out again. There are plenty of ways to die...... but only love kills you and keep you alive the feel the pain......

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Part Two (Request for #32)

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You tried to play it off, pretending like you didn’t know what he meant so you laughed lightly. “What? Jay, what are you talking about?” You asked. Your eyebrows knit together and you stood stone-still, afraid he could see how badly you were shaking. 

This was it. You’d been so afraid of this moment and here it finally was. How he figured it out, you had no idea. You were freaking out on the inside but you tried to tell yourself there was still hope. Maybe he was kidding. 

“You are Havoc. I don’t know what kind of sick game you’ve been playing but infiltrating my personal life is another level of evil. I’m going to take a lot of pleasure in killing you, but don’t let that fuel your ego.”

Your knees just about gave out. What the fuck was he talking about killing you for? You backed up until you hit the cabinets behind you with a loud thunk. 

“J-Jason…” You sputtered. It was no use. From his waistband he pulled out a gun and began to load it. Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. He was slow and methodical about his movements, knowing you weren’t going anywhere. You should run, you should do anything but you couldn’t find it in you to move at all. You were stuck. 

“Don’t try anything Havoc. I’m not letting you go now that you know my identity. I can’t believe how stupid I am!” He laughed thickly, swallowing hard as the gun was finally loaded. He aimed and placed a finger on the trigger. “I gave everything to you. I gave you everything.” He reiterated. You could see the gun shake as he did, obviously tortured by the whole situation.

Some sort of hope blossomed inside of you and you took a shaky step forward. Maybe he could be reasoned with. “Jason. Please. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t know anything. Please, please put the gun down.” You begged. It wasn’t until just now that you realized you were crying. You let the sobs wrack your body, hoping to appeal to his humanity. You were trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together, trying to figure out how he knew your secret until it clicked. 

Red Hood. Jason Todd was the Red Hood. 

That’s how he figured it out, he had access to all of Batman’s technology and he had probably been digging for months trying to figure out who you were until he finally let himself realize the truth. You imagined how hard that must’ve been for him, how betrayed he must feel and you let yourself fall to the floor as the weight of guilt came crashing. 

Guilt? Was it guilt? Were you capable of feeling guilt? You hadn’t thought so. You decided to override your emotions and turn on your instincts. This was life or death and no time for analyzing your silly ‘feelings’. 

“Don’t play mind games with me.” He demanded, standing fast and letting the chair clatter to the floor beneath him. “You can’t escape this one. You’re dead.”

You covered your head with your hands, crying and screaming and praying this would just end soon because jeez your throat was starting to hurt. He was being so frustrating. Why, of all people, did Red Hood have to be the one to be following you? You should’ve moved to Blüdhaven, maybe then you wouldn’t be held at gunpoint in your kitchen. 

After a moment, you wondered why he hadn’t pulled the trigger yet. You looked up at him and realized the gun was down and he was staring at the ground, somewhere else. Slowly, you moved to a sitting position and waited for him to speak. 

It felt like hours before he finally said anything. 

“I love you, you know.” He choked. 

You think your heart broke. God, was he getting you to open up?

Come to think of it, Jason was the only person who ever made you feel like, well, a person. Everyone else had kicked you to the dirt but Jason was always there for you. You saw a future with him. You saw a life worth living when you thought of him. 

Fuck.  

“Jason.” You whispered, slowly standing. You held your hands up, showing you meant no harm. 

“It’s true. I am Havoc. I know you know but… Well, you’re right I guess. I don’t know. Listen, I’ll stop. I’ll give it up for you. Hell, I’ll even fight alongside you. I’ll… I’ll do anything. I just don’t want to lose you.”

Jason mumbled something you couldn’t hear. 

“What?” You asked, taking a cautious step toward him. 

“What about the people you’ve killed.” He bellowed, his voice unlike anything you’d ever heard. 

You stumbled back in fear and again the tears began to flow. “Jason.” You sobbed, “Please don’t do this. I can be saved. I think I’m sick, I think there’s something wrong with me.”

He shook his head. “You can’t pull that card, you’ve been to Arkham. You had a chance at rehabilitation.”

You shook your head too. “NO! You don’t understand! Arkham is an awful place, they don’t care about the criminally insane, we’re treated like animals there. I was forcefed so many pills I forgot my name. That’s not rehabilitation. The doctors are no better than the people they ‘treat’.”

“You are not a person. Not to me.” 

He unloaded the gun and stuck it back in his waistband. “Listen to me.” He demanded. 

“I don’t want to see you again. Not as you, not as Havoc. You stay the fuck out of trouble and stay the fuck out of my life. Do you understand?”

You nodded quickly, backing up toward the cabinet again. “I understand.” It was better this way. He should stay away from you, you were no good for him. He was right. You’re not a person. 

But you might be someday. You were right too, the emotion you were feeling was guilt, and it was crushing.

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Jason left that day without another word and you collapsed back on your kitchen floor and allowed yourself to heave and sob and feel everything you hadn’t felt in years. Who knew all it took was a breakup with your true love to straighten you out? 

After that, you kept your word.  You went to therapy, real therapy, and got help. You worked on yourself. You became better. The best part?

You got really damn good at axe throwing.

[writingfics-passingtime]

Cry by cigarettes after sex + matt murdock x reader

Wait for Me to Stay

This drabble is part of JJ’s Mixtape - a mini series based on my followers’ favourite songs and characters. You can read more of them here!

Song Prompt: Cry

Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader (romantic, no pronouns used)

Word Count: 1200

CW: This is about grief and PTSD and how the body holds onto emotional pain. Depictions of the snap/mass death. This one’s a little heavier. Swearing.

Note: Thank you for your beautiful request, anon! I’ve been thinking about grief for a while, and I’ve been wanting to write something about Matt coming back from the Snap so this felt fitting. Hope you like it 💜

Your bed still felt like a graveyard.

The feeling wasn’t one that existed despite the years, but because of them.

Still, your bed was like a final resting place for the life you’d had.

For his life.

The memories would swarm you, a choking embrace, a melancholic fatigue whenever you'd lay down; it was like you could touch everything that wasn't there. No more warmth stored in the thread count, no steady rise and fall of Your Love on those rare night he'd slept so soundly.

Except now, the graveyard was haunted.

Because he was back. Everyone came back, and their return was like their departure: shrouded in chaos.

It was disorienting and messy and too much, just like that day all those years ago when Matt's hand had tightened around yours to pull you out of the way of a bus swerving off the road.

The driver had disappeared. Turned to dust.

By the time you recovered from the adrenaline spike of nearly being flattened by careening metal, you felt an eerie lightness in your hand and Matt was gone before you had the chance to hear him choke out his last breath.

There wouldn’t have been much chance to hear it over almost every car colliding with something, be it another car or a mail drop box, a lamppost, a person who hadn’t evaporated, the side of a building. You’d never seen a city-wide pileup before. Never heard one either.

After all these years, the only piece of solace you offered yourself was that Matt didn’t have to hear the carnage.

A little more than five years later you found yourself sinking to the floor of your local coffee shop -It's happening again, it's happening again, it's happening again- was the only thought running through your head. Except it wasn't a coherent thought. More of a feeling, a guttural reaction. You sank deeper, holding your head to your knees, palms glued to your ears because the screaming had been the worst part the first time - when the Ones Left Behind had collectively grieved, wailing and clawing at the ground, at the air, at the scraps of the people they loved.

It was a stranger who'd managed to pull you out of your cocoon. You only started crying when you felt the touch of another person because as far as you knew until that point, the whole world had disappeared this time.

Except it hadn't.

There was a different kind of reassurance in this person's voice. "It's… okay," he'd said to you. You couldn't respond, remaining still and quiet in your shelter from the war zone.

Everyone was shaken but he sat with you. You never caught his name, but he stayed on the floor beside you until you managed to unfurl enough to listen, to realise that the cars had crashed because people had appeared in the middle of the road. Out of nowhere. That the screams were from shock when the street suddenly doubled in population because people were materialising out of thin air. "Holy shit… they’re really back," the man had whispered.

He only left you when his phone rang and he broke down into the sobs of a destroyed man about to rebuild.

You weren’t even sure how you’d found your way back to the loft. There was no memory of moving through the streets, only the distinct feeling of a shell-shocked weightlessness. It didn’t feel real, even when he burst through the front door.

To him, it’d been nothing. No time had passed, no loss had taken root.

To you, it had been over five years since Matt had died, and two years since you lost hope in the Avengers. That kind of grief burrows into your bones.

“I’m trying Matt,” you whispered when you’d struggle to fall asleep next to him, because you’d grown accustomed to sleeping alone.

“I know you are,” he assured you, and didn’t fight any time you had to sleep on the couch.

It's a pain tattooed on the tips of your fingers, staining everything of his that you touched. Because, now, when he leaves his shoes by the front door it doesn't feel like he'll ever put them on and come and go again - it feels like that day, some day more three years after The Vanishing, some day right after you lost hope, when a new friend arrived at your door and helped you pack him away.

“What are you doing up here?” Matt’s voice came from behind your shoulder as you looked up at the towering skylines. It was four in the morning and you couldn’t sleep again.

You shrugged. “I come up here a lot now.” To see the lights in the windows, to try and remind yourself that life was still being lived.

It was so weird seeing his things around the loft again. It should feel like a happy memory, or like deja vu at the very least, but all you can see are the things you sealed away in boxes.

Truth be told, you hadn't held onto them out of sentiment or pain or hope. It had been pure brain fog. Every ounce of your cognitive capacity was firing on all cylinders to just get through every day of this new life, you couldn't think about the boxes in the hallway closet or taking them to Goodwill.

“What am I supposed to do?” Matt finally broke, almost three months after he came back. You were in tears, having panicked when you woke up nestled into a warm body.

“I’m sorry, Matt, I’m so fucking sorry,” you choked out, pulling your knees into your chest as your vision became hot and blurred. “I’m trying.”

He knew you were trying.

He could feel it in the way you’d cling to him when car horns blared, or when there was any commotion on the street, really. He’d hear it in the hesitation on your tongue when he asked if you were okay and it was one of the times you weren’t. He knew you knew you were overjoyed that he was back.

Your mind knew it. Your body was still catching up.

All of the people you lost, all that love, that security, all those years… that doesn’t go away overnight. Your heart had atrophied, your capacity for companionship had gone so unused that you’d adjusted to this new life. To open yourself up again, there would be growing pains. But you were trying.

“Please don’t leave,” you begged, wiping your tears on your sleeve as the couch sank with his weight next to you.

As he’d grown to do, Matt waited until you came to him. After a few minutes you turned and laid your weary head down on his lap. After a few more, he gently caressed his fingers through your hair.

He couldn’t promise he would never leave again because, as he learned, that might not be up to him.

So as you fell asleep on him for the first time in over five years, he made you a promise he could keep:

“Your pain will not push me away.”

[marathodox]

The thing no one told me about heartbreak.

It's a much quieter than I ever imagined.

I don't know, I've always pictured this great thing, of tears falling down your face as you in a heroic gesture use your last standing force to scream at the world how much you've burdened, how unfair it is to take something away from you, how much you can't take it anymore, you name it.

My heart has been broken for a while, whether it was for the Death of my lovely grandmother, to the loss of the one person I loved, to the dreadful feeling of feeling alone, far away from your country, and finally, some weeks ago, my heart truly broke.

It was quiet. Very, very quiet. Deafening, even. I remember sitting down in the in my little bed couch, unbothered to look up as my whole family went to take a plane flight to go to the funeral, but I unfortunately had to stay because I had work that week and couldn't cancel it. It felt like a minute before I had realized I'd been sitting still for four hours. In that time frame, I remember crying once, but briefly, for what was about 8 minutes before the tears stopped and I went back to lifelessly looking at the floor, my worried dog sat next to me and tried to understand it, but how could I ever explain to her enough was enough? That this was my final straw, I lost my grandma, how lonely I felt, and my sweetheart tore my heart out with her when she walked out a year ago. I wanted to get up, and do a dramatic entree as I crashed both of my knees, and screamed. But that didn't happen. I just sat there. For I don't know how long.

No one told me how quiet Heartbreak is, every time I picture it I can see a movie scene, a book chapter, an image, but I now just remember the time I sat down in the sofa, and looked down.

No one told me what enough was, when not given a limit I think I'll just keep absorbing all the pain the world has to give me, until I eventually need to sit down at the sofa again.

[casspurrjoybell-30]

Cry Me a River - Chapter 58 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

"Time to unleash the beast."

From Beauty to Beast

My teeth clenched, fingers digging into my scalp as the room shook in a booming thunder.

My body rocked, whimpered cries falling from my lips.

The bed grew clouded, my vision blacking in flashes as I tripped, falling in a loud crash.

My body fell like a heap of wood to the cold stone flooring.

My body shook, pulling into a ball as flashes of both heat and frost hit me simultaneously.

"River?" a voice called above me.

Movement rocked above me as a looming figure stepped up to my shivering form.

A soft caress swept by my face as Alastair turned my face toward him.

"You're heating up," he muttered as his eyes roamed my face.

A whimpered cry answered his muttered words as a resounding series of cracks spread across my body.

A blood-curdling scream strangled from my throat.

Pain encased my very fiber as my body contorted, bending in unnatural positions.

A growl pulled from my throat as I choked out series of both vomit and saliva.

My body's temperature fluctuated in quick patches as Alastair's voice boomed above me, growing louder and louder by the moment.

My hands wrapped around my ears, drowning out his voice as it nearly burst my ear drums.

"N-no," I cried, small broken sniffles following the declaration.

Heated fingers pulled from my face as Alastair's figure backed up.

The color drained from my surroundings, golden walls turning a light gray as hot flashes ensued.

My speech grew contorted, forming into whimpered cries as I convulsed and shook.

My hands fell to the floor, unknotting from my hair.

My eyes peered down, a whimpered cry pulling from my throat as dark hair was visibly growing up the plains of my knuckles and traveling up my wrist like a crawling plague.

On reflex, my feet began kicking, frightened screams falling past my strained throat as I slinked backward, back hitting hard against the wall as I cowered into a small ball and broke out into tears.

"Love?" a garbled voice broke through my sensitive ears as my head nestled between my knees, hands cupping my ears.

'No. No. No.'

Tears dripped down my face, damped, open-mouthed breaths pulled from my throat.

Chipped cracking noises spread down my arms, traveling down my torso and legs as my pain-filled screams contorted into croaked howls.

Alastair's words turned into nothing more than raised sounds as my body hunched over and head pulsed.

'Your time has ended.'

My head shook, teeth chattered, nails clawed against stone flooring as raw pain shot across my body.

My skin stretched, bones shifted as I fell onto all fours and screamed.

Though, my cords wouldn't allow it.

The sound barely escaped my mouth, allowing for a silent cry as pure agony filled my very marrow.

'I will take role until the danger has ceased.'

That was the last I heard before the pain became too much for my body to take and my vision turned to black.

[lemonsrlightpink]

I'm writing this fic and I'm getting super proud of it soooo I wanted to share it here I guess(⁠；⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠）

ENJOY

W..Whe..re..? Where...Am...I? Why do I feel so much pain?' I try moving but a loud whimper rips through my clenched teeth as more pain shocks through my system. Inhaling through my nasal hole I can smell the mossy slightly damp earth underneath me. My clawed phalanges dig into the ground as I try again to move. Still in incredible pain I'm able to slightly lift myself off the ground. I let out a low groan as I continue to push myself up. 'Where am I? What happened? I...I remember...fear and...bullets...I tried to save-' My sockets expand as I spring up as my mind begins recalling all that had happened.

My pack and I were heading back to base when suddenly... We were hit by an enemy plane...  One of our wings was close to giving up and the other wasn't far off... Bullets were flying, some threatening to hit just barely missing their marks while others... others met their mark. Three from my pack were shot by the bullets. Dunn was shot once in the shoulder and twice in the gut, he was struggling keeping pressure on them. His eyes were getting fuzzier. Sue was choking on her blood as it filled her lungs. She was crying... Ton...Ton was dead... straight through the head... It was only me and Josi that were left to fly back to base... To get help. Bullets kept flying, but we were so so close. We were almost there, when suddenly there was a bright flash of white which quickly turned pitch black in seconds. It was a place void of any light the complete opposite of a second ago.

I continue going forward at least what looks like forward, when something catches my eye. It's faint almost not there but I catch it nonetheless. A small speck of light shining in the dark.The light grew bigger within seconds, and suddenly darkness became enormous jungle trees. The wing broke, my soul dropped. I reached for a parachute that laid by my boots, ignore the blood and dust on them, shoving it into Josi's smaller phalanges I was just about to push them out when my body froze. There was a thin layer of lime green magic that surrounded me, my eye lights went out. Josi had a sad smile as they quickly strapped the parachute to me. "Live long, Alpha!" They said before pushing me out and pulling the cord. My bones were thrashed against large tree branches, until the parachute was caught stopping my momentum and slamming me into a tree trunk, where I was still feet above the ground. Without thinking I quickly pulled out my knife and cut the ropes, making me fall to the ground and get knocked out by the impact.

My legs are moving before I can register anything. I can feel my magic buzzing through my bones as it rushes to change me, but I ignore it in favor of focusing where the plane landed. It partially enters my mind for a second that I am running on all fours. 'Where are they!? I have to find them! I have to get to them!' My soul is screaming while my bones are on fire as I continue running. I stop only for a second to smell the air, (my skull is changing. Is it getting longer?) turning frantically I look in all directions before it hits me. The smell of burning metal, blood and dust. I bolt forwards. I keep going until I find myself in a big clearing...where the plane crashed. I dash over, words ready to spill from my teeth but die on my tongue. I stop only a few feet from the carnage where I crumble to the ground on my knees.

My jaw hangs open as I stare at my pack's lifeless forms...three corpses and a pile of dust. I feel a snap in my soul as tears fill my sockets rushing down with a vengeance. Something claws at my throat screaming to be released. I slowly turn my head up to the sky. Everything is completely silent and still, as I suck in a breathe before a loud, agonizing, thunderous howl shreds through my soul. I feel as it shakes the ground beneath me. I don't know how long I stay like that nor do I care. It isn't until my voice is strained and breaking when I finally stop. Something grazes me instincts make me want to attack first but my soul is quick to tell me that, that thing is a tail, my tail to be exact. I don't care at the moment.

Numbly gathering myself up I walk closer to the carnage. I bend down to bring Sue to my sternum, holding her close as I move her body off to the side. I do the same with Dunn and Ton. Grabbing an empty ammo box I walk over to the small pile of dust. Pushing magic into my elongated claws I gently scooped every bit of dust I could into the box and brought it over to the others. Once they were all lined up I began digging their graves.(I can feel eyes staring at me but I cant find it in myself to care at the moment)

I fall back to my knees staring at the graves. Another much quieter howl pours from my maw as my tears start falling once again. I can still feel the eyes on me, but I make no move to confront them or even acknowledge them. 'They can fuckin piss off! I'm not in the mood for anymore shit!' My tears once again dry as I continue to stare at the graves. I can feel my hackles begin to rise as the people, who have been staring at me since I entered this clearing, start moving towards me. I continue to ignore them. 'How dare they interrupt my mourning! I'll kill them! Kill them a-'  I'm brought out of my thoughts by a quiet almost inaudible whimper and the overwhelming stench of absolute submission.

I lightly turn my head to the side, side eyeing and glaring at whoever was interrupting my grieving. My eye lights are incredibly fuzzy and unseeing in my sockets as they barely make out that of five or so skeletons. All sweating up a strom as they continued to stare. Another whimper sounds, this one only slightly louder than the first. My eye lights drift downward 'When did I get so tall?'  to find a small round skeleton and a slightly taller skinny skeleton that were closer to me than the others were. The small round one wore a dark gray shirt with baby blue shorts and a baby blue bandana tied around their vertebrae. The taller one wore an orange hoodie with beige cargo shorts. Both of their clothes were extremely worn with a few holes here and there. I felt my glare lessen as I watched the two. The small blue one shuffled with their arms behind their back looking mostly at the ground but still sending me quick glances, while the other's eye lights never left me waiting for me to do something, anything.

After a few seconds that felt incredibly dragged out, the small blue one took a step closer. The orange one immediately had a hand on the blue one's shoulder pulling them back slightly, while keeping eye contact with me. The blue one smeed to have said something I couldn't begin to understand with out my magic. The orange one didn't respond just continued to glare at me. With a huff the blue one moved their arms from behind their back seemingly holding something in their hands.

My instincts roared to life as a growl vibrated my bones, my eye lights extinguish again. For a moment the look on the blue one's face showed fear which quickly turned into understanding. They slowly took off their bandana covering their sent. Calm washed over me the instant I inhaled. 'An Omega? Huh?' My growl quickly dies down as I lean closer to the two. I ignore the hiss from the orange one focusing on their smells. 'The blue one is definitely an Omega, and going off the neutral almost earthy smell the orange one is more than likely a Beta. Interesting.'

My attention is back on the two having calmed down a bit from the blue one's scent, I notice said skeleton has a small bundle of golden flowers. They hold out the flowers not looking at me with a slight blue dust across their cheekbones. It takes me a moment before it finally clicks. 'Their offering... their condolences for me...'

I can feel my tears fall yet again. The blue one seems to stress as my tears once again start, but I'm quick to relieve them by showing a small smile along with a nod of thanks. I feel a deep rumble move throughout my being as my eye lights stare into giant baby blue star shaped ones. I slowly hold out my phalanges making sure to not get to close. The blue one carefully lays the flowers in my massive claws. I beam as much as I can after being given the flowers, as I turn back to the graves I don't notice the rainbow of colors from all the skeletons. I softly lay a flower on each grave, thanking them quietly for dealing with me as an alpha and leader, hoping they would find rest even on this strange island.

After placing the last flower on a grave I promptly collapsed on the ground my bones feeling like lead as my wounds once again get the better of me. I can feel my dust steadily falling and dancing onto my clothes. My vision is going dark. The last thing I see before unconsciousness drags me down is the small blue one crying fat tears as they crouched over my form. I let out a small comforting chirp before my battle to stay awake is lost entirely and I fall.

[avastyetwats]

Stede just stands there in silence when Ed stands and walks by, only stopping to squeeze his shoulder reassuringly. For exactly what reason? Stede doesn't know, but things are... different. Painfully so. He didn't expect Ed to just sit back and let the English go about their days without paying for what they did. He didn't expect Ed to not want revenge for Izzy. Stede may be naive at times, but he wasn't stupid. He just... hoped he and Ed would be okay. That Ed would still be able to love him, would want to be with him and do this together. He came back to Stede, said he was all in, but now... now it felt like he was all out again. So Stede was trying to mentally prepare himself for the fact that he and Ed may not be okay. That their relationship, yet again, had come to an end. He wants to believe it didn't, but he isn't even looking at Stede like he used to. Doesn't even seem to want to be around him and it hurts. It hurts so fucking much.

He held back the tears while Edward was still in the room, not wanting to cry in front of him. Not wanting to annoy him or make him feel guilt tripped, but as soon as the door shut and he was alone, the tears broke through. He drops his head into his hands and lets out a strangled sob, feeling the urge to fall to his knees but he refrains. He can't let himself break. Not now. Not when he needed to be strong. For himself, for Edward, and for the crew. But he could at least cry a little - he could at least let out some of the pain, frustration and fear that was swallowing his heart. He missed izzy. He missed Ed. He didn't want things to fall apart anymore, but they were and he was afraid he wouldn't be able to fix them. He broke Edward... turned him back into Blackbeard, into a darker version, and he got Izzy killed... it had been his plan, after all. His plan that got Israel killed and god, he felt sick. He really did ruin everything, didn't he? "I'm sorry, Ed... I'm sorry, Izzy... He was right..." Stede speaks in between his cries. "I bring everything, everyone, to ruin.." He being Chauncey. His words still haunted Stede to this day.

It's then he hears that voice again, that oh so familiar voice, and it's comforting. It's soothing. And he knows just who the voice belongs to. Stede doesn't even think anything of it when he replies, so overcome with grief and guilt and fear. Forgetting that he's even supposed to be alone. "No, it is my fault. I started all of this, Izzy, I--"

Wait.

Stede stops and then turns and there he is. There he stands.

Stede lets out a loud, high pitched scream before he runs and practically dives behind the desk. He hits the chair and then the floor with a thud, but the adrenaline from the shock blocks out any pain he'd likely feel from that crash to the floor. So he withdraws the dagger from the sheath on his waist and slowly peaks his head out from behind the desk, his eyes widening when he sees Izzy standing there. In the flesh. Or... whatever he is? "W-what are you!? You're not real... you can't be real. I-Izzy died... I... I saw him. He... he..." A thick swallow, visibly shaking. "You're not here... I must be seeing things. This is all a dream. Yes.... yes, a dream... a bad dream." He breathes out. "A really, really bad dream..." That could also explain Edward's change in behavior. But then he wouldn't be feeling pain if it was a dream, was he? The slightest movement from Izzy has Stede ducking down behind the desk again and after a few seconds he peaks back up, the grip on his dagger tightening, his hand shaking with the rest of his body.

Stede flinches when Edward raises his voice, causing the man to step back. There's something akin to fear in his eyes, widening as tears fill them. Ed has never yelled at him like that. He knew it was because he dared to say Izzy's name, but he hoped it would calm Ed, not anger him further. "I may not have known him the way you did, Ed, I know that, but during our time apart I started to. He told me about the things that happened after I..." He sighs. "After I left." Stede still hates himself for it. "He wasn't just worried for the crew, Ed, he was worried about you." Because he wasn't just harming the crew, he was harming himself. It was a path of self destruction that Izzy was trying to save him from as much as he was trying to save the crew. "Blamed himself for it..." He didn't know how much Edward knew about that, but god, he didn't want this happening again. He knew Izzy wouldn't either which is why he said those things. "It wasn't even his fault. It was mine."

Because if he hadn't left, none of that would have happened. Edward wouldn't have been heartbroken. He wished he could apologize to Izzy again...

"I'm not expecting an apology." Stede says out loud to himself, though he isn't quite sure why he says that... to himself? Like the voice in his head was telling him something about Ed apologizing... he was starting to worry himself. Shaking his head, he steps closer to the desk once more when Edward stated they do things his way.

"Then we burn their world." Stede agrees. After all, they started this war and... well, as much as Stede wanted to avoid bloodshed, he was a pirate. He chose this life and he was going to stay with it. With Edward. "But you talk to me, Ed. Any plan you have, any idea, you talk to me first. We do this together." Only then does he take a drink from the bottle. And winces. Then he holds it out to him. "Agreed?"

[doexoeyes]

Venomed

Summary: What once was a beautiful relationship with Peter, turns quite venomous…

Warnings: Mentions of feeling sick and throwing up. Swearing.

Notes: Ok I rlly love ya’ll, thank you for enjoying the first part of this story. the comments literally make my heart so full & I’d love to continue reading what you think. Thank you for the love & for taking the time to read this, seriously ♡

Part 1 Part 3

Part 2

You wake up the next day with a piercing migraine.

You groan into your pillow before pulling yourself up on the bed, hissing as the ache in your head worsens.

You swear you can hear the veins in your head pulsate, the sound getting louder and louder in your ears. Looking around the room, you realize your vision is getting blurry and you take in another sharp breath, the pain becoming unbearable.

What’s happening? Why are you experiencing what feels like the worst hangover known to man?

You try to relax, try to think about last night, what happened, what could have caused this, but then you remember your anniversary and the Italian restaurant and how Peter broke your heart without a second thought.

Your vision clears up instantly and you find yourself staring at a frame on your night stand displaying a picture of the both of you. Your arms are wrapped around each other, you in mid laughter as Peter is kissing your right cheek.

You don’t intend to do it, you honestly don’t even realize you did it till you did, but you snatch the frame up and chuck it towards your wall, glass shards falling to the ground with a loud crash.

You flinch, completely shocked.

What the…

You slowly get up, eyes focused on the now frameless picture. As you shakily reach towards it, the pain shoots through your head once more and you scream, collapsing to your knees.

It feels like your head is going to explode, the constant pounding of it driving you insane. You feel like you’re dying and at this point you wish you were because the pain is too much. You grab at your head and cry out, mentally praying that it would stop.

“Stop, please stop, please,” you sob, gripping your head desperately.

Then, all of a sudden, all at once, the pain stops.

Like it never even happened.

You gasp, taking in a breath, hand’s falling from your head. You wipe your tears and look down at the picture on the ground again, taking it in your hand.

Your eyes automatically go to Peter and you feel it again, the pain shooting through your head.

You drop the photo and gasp, but it once again goes away as if on cue.

Before you can even process what happened, there’s a deep growl in your stomach and your eyes widen.

You’re really hungry.

Like, the most unbearable hunger in your life and you're up on your feet and rushing towards the kitchen. The takeout container of leftover spaghetti is on the floor, noodles and sauce splattered all around it. You groan, mentally mourning the loss of the delicious pasta, and move to open your fridge, freezer and pantry but to no avail; all you had was a jar of pickled jalapeños, and although you were tempted, you wanted something else.

Your eyes land on an old McDonald’s bag peeking out of the trash.

McDonald’s.

You wanted one of everything.

Stomach growling once more, you change into a pair of sweatpants and an oversized tee and race out of your apartment.

You come back with 6 full bags in your hands and a tray with four different drinks, not even understanding how you're balancing it all, but doing so quite successfully. Your wallet is screaming but you can’t hear it over the animalistic growls of your stomach. You were sure everyone in the building could hear it.

And if they didn’t, you know at least one person did, because in the exact moment you were about to perform a juggling act to get your keys out of your pocket, Peter Parker steps outside his apartment.

“Hey,” he greets, voice soft and cautious.

His hair is disheveled and he looks utterly exhausted.

You begin to feel sadness make its way into your chest, but as quickly as its forming, it disappears completely and is replaced with pure anger.

You see his eyes take in the McDonald’s in your hands and his eyes widen.

“Wow, you’re, uh…..really hungry,” he points out, and just the way he says it annoys you.

“And you’re very perceptive. Is this what you waste your time in college for, Pete?” you spat sarcastically, brows furrowed.

Peter looks taken aback.

He shakes it off after a moment and clears his throat.

“I came out here because I heard a commotion coming from your apartment this morning. I just…I didn’t want to barge in if…”

“What happened to you staying away from me?” you interrupt harshly, eyes glaring daggers at him.

He visibly flinches but you ignore it, choosing to continue on.

“What, was throwing my heart down the sewer last night not enough? You want to do more damage to me? Why don’t you grab a knife and stab me in the chest then, huh? Well come on Parker, I fucking dare you”.

Once again, he’s looking at you as if you threw an ice cold drink on his face. He looks flustered and hurt and confused, and if you’re not mistaken, you can even see just a hint of fear in his eyes, but the anger you feel for him is blinding and you don’t give a shit if your words are hurting him.

“Y-you’re right. I’m sorry, I….”

He doesn’t finish his sentence, just stands there, taking you in silently before turning around and walking back into his apartment, slamming the door shut.

You stare at his door in silence, rolling your eyes. As you entered your apartment, ready to devour the food you were desperate for, Peter remained in front of his door, shaken up by your exchange.

The look you were giving him…the things you said…

It was so unlike you.

He thinks back to when he had broken up with Gwen, how she was clearly upset at him, but never treated him the way you did. Never did she look at him like she…despised him. And yet, that’s exactly how you were looking at him just now.

His chest feels tight, your words replying in his head.

Why don’t you grab a knife and stab me in the chest then, huh? Well come on Parker, I fucking dare you.

There was a darkness in your tone that he was completely unfamiliar with and it sent shivers down his spine.

He has to confess that since he woke up last night screaming your name, his spider senses had been going haywire. And this morning, when he heard the crash from your apartment, he had to practically nail his feet to the ground to keep himself from barging in.

He doesn’t know what’s going on, but what he does know is that didn’t intend to hurt you. The reason he broke up with you was to avoid that, and yet, he’s starting to think it was foolish of him to think that he could.

Maybe it was inevitable for the people he loves most in the world to get hurt.

Maybe your fate was sealed the day he fell in love with you.

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There’s paper bags and empty wrappers stewn all around your room. You’ve eaten absolutely everything and although you were satisfied, once you took the last bite, you were racing to the bathroom to puke.

Once you’re done getting rid of whatever was making you feel so sick, you close your eyes and lean your back on the toilet, taking in deep breaths.

What the fuck was happening to you?

You decide that a nice bath would help calm you down, maybe even control whatever it was that was making you feel so sick. Turning on the faucet, you think about how strange you had been since you woke up.

The pain in your head.

Your intense hunger.

The way you threw the frame at the wall.

How you spoke to Peter.

That one makes you pause.

Why did you say those words to him? Why were you so hostile?

You weren’t going to lie, the breakup made you bitter, and you were very much heartbroken, but at the end of the day you loved Peter and you would never want to hurt him further.

What was happening to you?

You realize the bath is full and turn the water off. Stripping yourself of your clothes, you climb into the tub and sit in the water silently, trying to keep your thoughts quiet.

It’s strange though, because in the emptiness of your mind you can almost hear what you would describe as a muffled voice. You can’t pinpoint what it is, but you swear it’s like someone or something is talking.

You try to ignore it, deciding to lay back and submerge yourself in the water to effectively drown everything out.

It’s when you do that, though, that you hear it.

The voice.

I am Venom. Submit yourself to me.

You gasp in horror, the water forcing itself down your throat.

You immediately sit up, coughing and spewing water out of your mouth. You grip the tub, body shaking as you try to steady yourself.

Just as you're about to process what had just happened, you feel an invisible force violently push you back down into the water.

And the voice speaks once again.

I am Venom. Submit yourself to me. I have chosen you as my host and am near full transformation. Together we will be one.

The voice is deep and menacing and you fight to sit up but you're forced to remain in the water.

The voice repeats the same words and you're pushing your hands up to pull yourself out of the tub but it feels like something is physically keeping you down. You begin to scream, desperate to get yourself up, to keep from hearing the voice, but all it does is cause bubbles to escape from your mouth, water once again pushing in.

You feel the air leaving your body as you use all your strength to escape, water splashing with every frantic attempt as well flooding into your chest and up your nose. It feels like you’re drowning for hours and it’s both terrifying and agonizing, but just as you feel your body giving in to the lack of air, you're suddenly pulled from the water.

You emerge gasping for breath and coughing aggressively, throat burning from the intensity of it. Your vision is blurred but you can tell there’s a figure in front of you, feeling the warmth of their hands on your shoulders and shaking you lightly. You can hear the figure speaking but there’s a ringing in your ear that keeps you from fully understanding.

After a moment of trying to get oxygen back into your body, your vision clears up.

Peter Parker is staring at you with wide, terrified eyes, hands gripping your shoulders as his mouth moves rapidly. Although you can’t hear him, you can tell by the look in his face that he’s concerned and frantic.

As you process the ordeal you just went through, something in you snaps and you let out a heart wrenching sob.

Peter’s eyes widen and he drops whatever he was saying and immediately envelops you in a tight embrace, arms wrapped around you completely.

You cry into his chest as he rocks you back and forth, hands grasping the back of your head, fingers caught in your wet hair. Your hearing slowly comes back and you can hear him whispering soft words of reassurance in your ear.

Something else you hear?

The voice in your head, without the need to be under water.

It says it’s hungry.

And it thinks Peter smells delicious.

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a piece of cake

© @jamesbrnes

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Something happens at Shuri's birthday party that leads to a heated fight.

word count: 3k words. (fuck, it worth every damn word)

warnings/tags: nsfw, +18!!! angry jealous sex, let's start there. unprotected sex, oral sex (face fucking and ridding), fingering, brief daddy!kink, brief praise!kink, language, cursing, handcuffing, mention of bodily fluids, and probably i'm forgetting something else, i just lost my mind. bucky being the cutest and loving man on earth at the end.

author notes: none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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You had never been so quiet, but you knew that opening your mouth only could cause a storm inside the car, on your way back home. Believing you could have a pinch of luck, Bucky wouldn't notice that something was raving you mad since the moment you watched him letting another woman give him a spoon of cake. Straight to his mouth. You almost choked on your drink, talking to Shuri about how excited she was to celebrate her birthday in New York, when you witnessed the scene hearing their laughs and watching how they dared to touch his metal arm constantly. Your boyfriend was talking with some of his old friends from Wakanda, not even knowing he made friends there. He never said a word about it. Even so, they didn't have the right to flirt with him. Unless he didn't say anything about you.

But Bucky wasn't stupid. Or at least, not like you thought. Gazing you by the corners of his blue eyes, he was conscious that something was going wrong. He licked his upper lip briefly, slowly. He tasted the waters putting a hand on your thigh, which was your favorite gesture while he was driving, deriving with your fingers laced and him placing kisses on the back of your hand. But you didn't move an inch, still staring through the copilot's window with your elbow nailed there and your chin resting on your knuckles.

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing”.

Your passive tone and the lie as a response caused him to frown, pulling over the car to focus on you. He turned on his seat and placed a hand behind the headrest of yours.

“Spit it”.

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow ironically, looking at him for a second. If he had to ask it was because he wasn't really seeing the dilemma there.

“I'm just tired and I wanna go home, James. That's all”.

James. James. You did it unconsciously, but he didn't take it as an innocent manner of calling him. Unexpressive, the soldier joined the highway driving faster than he used to. You had pissed him off, but it wasn't your problem. He had hurt your feelings with something he didn't give any importance to. The only thing you wanted was to take a shower, put on your comfier pajamas and go to sleep, probably you'd see tomorrow that situation differently than today and you could move on from your insecurities and the jealousy running through your veins.

You arrived at your apartment in record time, keeping the car inside the parking under the building. You removed the seat belt to wear your leather jacket and grab your purse on your feet, stepping out when you were ready. But Bucky stayed inside, just turning off the engine. He didn't have any intention of leaving it, maintaining his hands tightly gripped around the wheel. You ignored him as soon as you couldn't pretend you were just tired anymore. It was the first time something like that happened and you were having a strong desire to throw your guts up.

Three minutes later you were under the warm water with your forehead resting against the cold wall and your eyes closed. Maybe you were overreacting and the rational, mature behavior would be to go to talk with him, tell your boyfriend what made you feel upset. Sighing as you nodded two times, determined to put the cards on the table, you shut off the faucet and walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

“Oh, fucking hell!” You growled because of the scare of your life when you found Bucky already in your shared room.

He had his back supported on the wall, a leg flexed, and his hands behind himself. No expression on his face, but expecting an explanation from you. You were hoping for something from him too, maybe I don't know what I've done to make you feel like that, can you give me a clue? He just stared at you in silence, drying the pearls of water decorating your body before wearing a pair of black panties and your forgotten pajamas instead of one of his t-shirts impregnated on his scent.

“Com'ere”. Bucky whispered, stretching his flesh hand on air when you were about to go to sleep.

“No”.

Well, that wasn't the proper way to talk like grown adults. You crossed both arms on your chest, standing next to your side of the bed.

“What'd you say?” He squinted incredulous, slowly standing from the wall, pretending you hadn't uttered that word.

“I said no, you fucking punk”.

“The hell d'you think you're talking to, darling?”

“To the cretin who let other women flirt and touch him”. You replied with evident annoyance. “Why don't you go to show them your daddy's skills, uh? Sure I can find someone who respects me in the meantime”.

Suddenly, a grimace you hadn't seen before on him appeared like a thunderbolt. You weren't sure if you just made him feel more furious or if you just broke his heart. But before you could figure it out, Bucky shorted the distance between both in two fast strides and his hands gripped your throat and the back of your neck respectively, pinning you to the closest wall and tossing the lamp on your nightstand to the floor. You complained slightly —with his tongue wildly invading your mouth— because of the strength he used to put you against the wall.

You tried to push him away, to not fall into his charmings, but he made your mind blank when his fingers were firmly nailed in your ass and his body was accommodated between your legs. Your fiery provoked a bulge under his pants so painful that in every rock against your core he wasn't sure if it hurt or if it was some kind of pleasure he couldn't handle. Out of breath, Bucky attacked your neck, digging his teeth in your neck with so much passion that you screamed delighted his full name while pulling his hair. That gesture drove him insane, losing the less sanity he had at that point. With just a push, your boyfriend ripped off your shirt to strip you, in anticipation of your panties suffering the same fate.

Bucky threw you to the mattress on your abdomen, perfectly positioned to what was about to happen. He was so eager, so desperate for showing you what he was feeling that he didn't lose time taking off his clothes, just undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans to pull them down to his ankles along his boxers. You heard him spitting in his hand to use it as lube, although you were sufficiently soaked and ready for your Buck that neither of you needed his saliva. He rammed his dolorous erection into your cunt, crashing his pelvis and pressing it against your ass with all his strength, causing you to drown a loud cry in the sheets.

Tangling his fingers with yours and lacing your arms around your neck, putting all his weight onto your back, Bucky pounded you with an insanely quick rhythm, not giving you any chance to mold your throbbing walls around his length. Your pleased vocals echoed inside your room in total sync with the hits to your g-spot. Your body received with every one of them soft cramps mixed with pain and pleasure, making you roll your eyes and tear your throat.

“'S that wh— what you wanted, uh?” Bucky snarled against the back of your neck, totally gone, not giving you a break or showing any mercy.

“Fuck, no…” You replied, challenging him.

He swallowed a rough moan, wrapping his cold fingers around your throat while using the other to pull back your hair and arch your body. “Don' fucking… lie to me, doll… You wan— wanted your daddy to make you… feel desired over tho— those women”.

And yes, he was right. More or less. But you didn't expect him to react like that. Bucky was rabidly fucking you, moving the bed from its position with every angry thrust into your pussy. You knew you weren't going to last for too long if he continued impaling you against the mattress, just like that. But you both had to recognize that it was the best session of sex of your life.

“You were… fucking mad watch— watching 'em touch my arm… your arm, right?”

You whined at the brutality he used to push his hard cock beyond your limits, holding it there as he tilted your head to crash his lips on yours. Bucky devoured them until they were shiny, swollen, slightly ached because of the bit he left on your bottom one.

“If you don't tell me… the truth… I swear I'm not gonna let you come”. The whisper fell into your ear with such a raspy tone of voice, conscious of him being very capable.

“It was… your fucking fault, James. Not… Not mine”. You grunted, feeling him going a little deeper. “I di— didn't let anybody flirt with me… as if you didn't exist”.

That was the truth, but the wrong answer for him. Suddenly, Bucky pulled out his dick covered in your arousal, freeing you from any grip. A pause that only lasted the time he took to grab the handcuffs from your nightstand to place them in your wrists and secure them around the headboard. Now you were under his total control, defying him by strongly closing your legs and frowning at him, panting and sweating.

“Lemme tell you something”. Your boyfriend said, dangerously crawling over the bed till reaching your knees and forcing them to be separated, wide spread for him. “If you think I was flirting, but you didn't see… how uncomfortable I was… This situation is not my fault”.

The tables were turned as he finished his sentence, settling himself between your legs yet kneeling to raise your ass above his lap. “Not so mouthy now, are you, doll?”

You wanted to speak back, to say something after having a second to reconsider the reason why you were so angrier at him when Bucky pushed you down and rammed his dick back to the place it belonged. You forced unconsciously your hands gripped, wanting to put them on him —wherever—. As soon as he handcuffed you, your desire for touching him used to be suffocating. But you were the one who played from the start, instead of telling him how you were feeling about that situation at Shuri's party.

Bucky didn't even let you kiss him, stabilizing you on top with an arm around your waist and his cold hand holding the back of your head. His hips rocked straight to your g-spot once and once, making you lose any kind of control over your body as your boyfriend didn't have any compassion, needing to find relief to his sorrowful erection by cumming inside your clenching walls. You were driving him crazy, maintaining your eye contact at all moments and almost drinking your delighted, obscene crying, aware that only him could cause you to be so dirty.

“Feels good, uh…? You like it?” Your boyfriend brushed your lips with his, depriving you of his kisses or any other touch. “Bec— 'cause you take your daddy... so damn good, baby girl… So tight… so tight you could kill me”.

“Yes, da— daddy”. You whimpered nodding your head. “Only you… can fuck me li— like that… Only you”.

“That's it… that's it, oh, fuck… fuck, doll”.

You saw him roll that pair of beautiful blue eyes to the back of his head, feeling Bucky's thighs tensing under your legs. You didn't want anything else than making him cum, after overthinking about how he felt, and not about what you witnessed. He was right, more or less. He was still being so innocent in those kinds of situations that he used to feel like a scared kid.

You suddenly fell back to reality when the emptiness sensation invaded you. Bucky pulled out his length from you again, causing you to beg in silence for not denying you the orgasm you were about to reach. But he warned you. Bucky asked you to tell him the truth and you chose to challenge him. Letting you sit on the mattress, he flexed a leg to guide his twitching cock to your mouth, not needing to tell you what he wanted you to do. You just parted your lips, receiving him without protesting, curling your fingers when he forced your limits, and positioned both hands on your head. Twirling your tongue around his base as you could, with your cavity completely invaded, Bucky provoked you a strong gag. A gesture that led to his warm seed being spilled down your throat.

“Fuck my life, baby girl!” He couldn't help but howl driven by the pleasure as you coughed and made vibrate his sensitive skin.

Just holding his dick trapped by your lips for a second, he freed your mouth, taking his time to admire you swallowing his cum and showing afterward your tongue. God, you looked so beautiful disheveled, with teary eyes and swollen lips because of the effort.

“Want me to tell you something else?” Bucky asked while cleaning the sweat in his forehead with the back of his arm, taking the small key to liberating you with his free hand.

You didn't reply, not needing to, as he rubbed your wrists to comfort your skin before lying by your side.

“Com'ere”. He whispered, yet trying to recover your breathings. Bucky wrapped you with his flesh arm, rubbing his iron fingers up and down your tense belly, creating a contrast that caused you goosebumps. “'M so sorry for making you feel like that”.

He kissed you. Slowly, passionate, tasting his own juices mixed with your saliva. Caressing your tongue with the tip of his, and no rush. You felt his digits touring down your skin, till finding your throbbing and needed clit. You weren't able to hold back a sweet moan when he circled his fingertip over your sensible pearl, gladly drinking your vocals.

“When I wanted to react… she was putting that damn spoon into my mouth. It felt horrible, doll, I promise”. He murmured, venturing his long cold finger to part your folds and sink it inside you —moaning at the fulfill sensation—. “You always save me from those awkward situations… but you were having fun with Shuri and I didn't want to interrupt you”.

You were feeling like shit, looking at him through your eyelids as he curved a second finger into your cunt and increased the pace of the pounds with his hand made of vibranium. Bucky spread some gentle kisses all around your face, ending with a tender bite to your lips.

“When you told me you wanted to go home, I felt a huge relief… 'Cause that was everything I wanted. Go home with you. Maybe watch a movie… cuddle… fall asleep on the sofa”.

“Oh, God, Bucky”. You wept onto his mouth, as soon as a third finger filled you, nailing his hand in the perfect position to be moved up and down. “I'm so— sorry, Buck… I'm sorry”.

“Fuck, no”. He let out, thrusting you harder, faster, creating a melody of filthy sloppy sounds while your moans were louder and louder. “I should stop 'em, I didn't… I didn't. But I respect you more than anything, doll… I love you with all my heart. I care 'bout you, 'bout your feelings… Can you forgive me? Can you… Can you cum for me?”

You nodded your head running out of words, seeing your boyfriend snaking his body down the bed to between your shaky legs, yet having his fingers knuckles deep inside you. “Keep 'em open for your man”.

The blow to your abused cunt provoked you a lash up to your backbone, landing your hands on his head as Bucky sank his face straight to your center. His digits fucked you savagely, while his tongue took control of your swollen pearl —sucking, licking, kissing, pulling it back—. He wasn't going to deny that pleasure to you, quite the opposite. You pressed unconsciously his face a little closer to your pussy, swinging your hips and riding his mouth when his caresses and his pushes became too much for you.

Bucky made you cum harder than ever, crying his name till you didn't have any strength and you were just a sack of bones under his expert mouth, devouring you and drinking your juices as if it was the elixir of life. And when he was satiated, you glanced at him using the tip of his tongue to trail a path up crossing your abdomen, the gap between your breasts, your throat, until kissing you again getting comfortable on top of you. It was a kiss full of love, and guiltiness, and necessity, and pure devotion for you.

“Did I hurt you with what I said?” You murmured, still enraptured by the fireworks fluttering within your belly.

“This isn't 'bout me”. Bucky clicked his tongue, hiding his face into your sweaty neck. “This is 'bout what I let happen”.

“That doesn't answer my question, Buck… I'm sorry about what I said. I was just… I feel insecure". You confessed stroking his scalp and back with your hands, lacing your legs together. “I didn't mean it. I would never try to… find someone who respects me more than you do. That's impossible. And not talking about how much you love me”.

“I love you with every inch of myself”. He swore, he promised, raising his face to look straight at your eyes. “I can't imagine a life without you”.

“Me either… Your love makes me feel alive”.

Bucky left one last tender kiss on your lips before suddenly standing up and holding you onto his arms to carry you to the bathroom and take a shower together —wash your hair, worship your body again as if it was the last thing he was going to do—.

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Pairing[s]: Dream, Tommy[/p] x Gn!Reader!

Idea: Dream escaped from prison and came to visit you, but it didn't go as he thought it would. [Plus more lol]

Warning[s]: Crying [?], slight caps, torture mentioned, pulling at hair, delusion [?], slight swearing, stockholm syndrome [I think], and arguing. Pls tell me if I missed anything!

Word Count: 774!

A/n: This is also for @dreamwvrld event ^^ Enjoy! [might do a part two]

Staring at the ‘happy’ male in front of you, your heart ached in pain. “Don't pretend you missed me” You said, your voice coming out as emotionless and harsh, making the male flinch at the tone.

“What?” The masked man breathed out, staring at you like he just saw you murder someone. “What do you mean ‘Pretend?’ I risked my life to escape that prison and come to see YOU!” He stated, his voice raising with each word he spoke as he jammed his finger in your face.

Shaking your head slowly, you opened your mouth once more. “That is a lie.” You stated plainly, looking into his eyes, which were filled with pain and hurt. “You broke out to continue to torcher Tommy. To gain your power back.” Sending him one last emotionless glance, you turned around and began walking away.

Dream watched as you walked away, dropping to his knees as tears began to silently fall down his face. “No” He whispered, bringing his shaky hands up to his face. “NoNoNoNoNoNoNO” He cried out, getting louder with each ‘No’ he said.

Letting out a heart wrenching scream, the blonde male began to grip and pull at his hair, wanting this to all to be a dream-no a nightmare that he'll wake up from soon.

Ya. He’ll wake up and everything will be ok! You’ll be in his arms, hugging and crying happy tears that he's back and he’ll comfort you! Ya that's what's going to happen!

Letting out another sob, Dream knew this wasn't true. And it hurts. It hurts so damn much. His grip on his hair loosened as the truth came crashing down once more, bringing more tears to his eyes.

“Dream?” A voice called out, the masked man not hearing it, causing the person who called out to set a hand on the males shoulder. “Are you alright?”

Slapping the hand away, Dream shakily stood up, almost falling over in the process. “No. I'm not.” He stated truthfully, not looking at the taller being behind him. “Lets just continue” Changing the subject, Dream began walking away, into the forest that was on his right.

Snow crunched under your boots, the tears you were holding back slowly fell down your face silently. “Stupid green bitch” You mumbled, bringing your hands up to wipe away the tears, not wanting anyone too see them.

As you continued on your way through the snowy forest, you began hearing voices ahead of you. Recognizing them, you picked up your pace and stopped the tears from rolling down your face. 

“I-Im serious! It was him! He-He chased me all the way here!” A shaky voice yelled out, causing you to frown as you knew who he was talking about.

“Nonsense Tommy. Dreams in Prison. Plus he doesn't have anything to hurt you with if he did escape.” An older, more calm voice reasoned, causing you too huff in annoyance.

Coming into the clearing, you saw Tommy and Phil not too far away arguing over whether or not Tommy was chased by Dream. “Hey Tommy,” You called out, completely ignoring Phil as you walked over to the fence and leaned against it. “Why don't you come with me?” Seeing his eyes light up in hope, he nodded his head frantically and rushed over to you, but was stopped by Phil who grabbed the back of his shirt.

“No.” Phil stated, his wings puffing up in protectiveness as he stared at your emotionless face. “You will not be going with them, Tommy” Pulling the child back behind him, Phil stared at you challengingly.

Looking at Phil in disbelief, Tommy began to argue back. “Are you serious?! Why not!?” He questioned, standing next to Phil confidently, challenging the older male.

“Because I said so.”

That damn answer angered you. He should give a good reason other than ‘he said so.’ 

“I don't give a DAMN about what you say!” Tommy yelled, jabbing his finger into Phils chest, causing the man to stumble a bit in surprise. “This is what I want! Not you!” With those final words, Tommy turned around and rushed to you, barely missing the hand of his ‘Father.’

As he jumped the fence, you carefully and quickly grabbed his hand and began walking away with him, back into the forest, Phil yelling for him to come back.

“You ready to go home?” You asked, sending a glance to the shorter male next to you, gaining a nod and a happy smile.

“Ya. . .I'm ready to go home.”

[buckystevelove]

My Brightest Star

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word count: 2708

Warning: ANGST and fluff

A/N: This is my longest work. Please leave comments. Ask, submissions and requests are open.

A week, that’s how long has passed since Bucky’s world felt apart. He should have known, his whole life has been full of tragedy, one after the other. He had 7 years of happiness and peace, he will have to come to terms with the fact that maybe those years would be the only ones in his long and sad life that he would known what real and complete happiness really is.

He met you 7 years ago in a coffee shop, you accidentally tripped and spilled all your coffee in him. You apologized over and over again, Bucky couldn’t care less about the hot drink splatted all over his body, he was so enthralled over the beautiful woman standing in front of him, for years he thought that he would never get love, but you managed to prove him wrong. He claims that it was love at first sight, he simply knew that you were his soul mate.  

After the incident, you bought his coffee as a symbol of forgiveness, though he really didn’t care. You exchanged names and phone numbers. Just a few hours later you received a massage from Bucky, inviting you to go for dinner the next day. Soon, one date turn to seeing each other every time you could. You felt for him, and hard. Eventually you met all of his friends, you became a great friend with Wanda and Nat. They would invite you to all the girl nights they had. You got along with Sam, always joking around and making pranks, same with Tony. You also became best friend with Steve, you had a strong relationship with him besides yours with Bucky. You too were like siblings, he always claimed that you were his little sister, and warned Bucky never harm you, or he would have to face the consequences.

Nobody was surprise nor bother when you moved to the compound with Bucky. Everyone was super exited to have you closer, that made Bucky a bit jealous.

You and Bucky were attached to the hip. One year into your relationship, he knew that he was going to marry you, you were going to be the mother of his children. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. You were the one, so he asked you to marry him.

It was so beautiful, he took you on a trip to the museum, your favorite place to spend the time. When you were in the sculptures room the kneeled and said; “YN, since the moment I saw you I knew that you were the one, I knew that I was going to marry you, and all you have done is prove me right. You are the love of my life, my partner, my best friend I can no longer imagine a future in which you are not in it, because YOU are my FUTURE. You have been the light at the end of the tunnel, you have brought me happiness, love I thought I no longer deserved after all the awful things I had done, you helped name realized who the real James Buchanan Barnes is, and who I want him to be. I want to be your husband because I love you so much. You are my entire world YN. So, would you marry me?”

At the end of his speech both of you had tears in your checks, you throw yourself over him and said yes over and over again, you were beaming.

6 months after that, many hours of planning and cake tasting, you and Bucky had the most beautiful fall wedding. It was perfect. Your family and the team was there, everyone was so happy for the two of you.

When the time to say the vowels came you couldn’t be more thrilled, you have been writing them for so long.

“James Buchanan Barnes, you are the love of my life. You have been the one who has taught me what love really is, what it is like to love someone with every single atom in my body. You have taught me what is like to be completely and uoughterly happy, that is how I feel when ever I am with you. James, when we met you told me that you only saw yourself as a monster, as the vilan of many people’s lives, but baby, you are my knight in shining armor, you are absolutely everything to me. You are the brightest star in my universe, the one and only. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I want to tell you and show you how much I love you every day, I want you to feel how much I love you even after we are death. I want to keep loving you and choosing you a hundred of lives after this. Because Bucky, MY LOVE FOR YOU WILL NEVER END.”

At the end both of you were crying, among many other of your guests.

Your honeymoon was perfect. Tony paid the two of you a 3 weeks trip around Europe. Nine months later, you had your gorgeous daughter, Rebecca. She looked exactly like you, but her eyes, she had the most beautiful blue eyes just like her father. The three of you were the definition of a perfect family, you and Bucky did ocationaly fight like all healthy couples do, but your life was great. Your house was so full of love and happiness.

Bucky was so thankful to you, you had given him all he could ever dreamed for in life and more.

The three of you spent all the time you could together, you went to the park and had movie nights, went of family trips and spent lazy Sunday mornings in bed together. You wanted Becca to feel and understand what a loving home was, since you didn’t had one. You wanted her to feel the love you and Bucky had for her.

“Becca, Bucky, you two know you are the most important people in my life right. I love the two of you so so much. You are the ones that make me happy. You are my greatest treasures.” You said to your husband and 5 year old daughter one afternoon, while cuddling in the couch together.

“I love you too mommy, you too daddy. You are the best parents in the world, thank you.” She said kissing yours and Bucky’s face, making you giggle.

“You dolls are my everything. I love you.” He said before attacking the two of you with tickles, and whispering to your ear. “Thanks doll, for all this.”

The day had started like any other Tuesday would, you woke up after your alarm. Waking up Bucky with kisses and loving touches, after he woke up he heads to shower while you got Becca ready. Once the two of them were dressed, Bucky went to the kitchen to make breakfast wihle you got ready. The three of you ate together, you heard how Becca´s best friend was going to have a party next Saturday and you needed to buy her a present. You decided to go to the mall with her after classes and maybe have a girl’s day and do you nails. That made her smile so bright, which was what you loved the most about your life, that it was full of happiness.

After eating, you said goodbye to Bucky and Rebecca, he was going to take her to school and then go to the Avengers compound to train some new recruits, while you went to your office.

Bucky’s day went normal, as any other day would go, he did some training and hanged out with Sam and Steve. When 4pm came around the received a call from Becca´s school, her teacher told him that she was still there. You never came pick her up, he didn´t know why you were late. You always told him if your meeting was going to be longer so someone would pick your daughter from school.

“Sorry man.” He told Steve at the middle of the meeting. “Apparently YN never went to pick Rebecca from school she is there by herself, I really need to go. I also need to see what happened to YN. She is not picking up her phone.” Bucky said standing up from his chair.

“Sure pal, everything good with her?” Steve said a bit worry, he didn´t want his best friend to be in panic.

“I hope so.” He said walking to the door, but before he could reach it his phone rang again.

Steve just stood there, and watched how the color of his best friends face went completely white, then Bucky’s knees failed and he felt to the floor. Tears running down his cheeks, his face was shaking. He was wordless. Sentences couldn´t form in his mouth. Steve was next to him in second, he took the phone from his hand.

That when he heard him scream, he screamed as if he was dying, painful and horrible screams.

“Excuse me.” Steve said through the phone. “This is Steve Rogers. What happened?” He asked, though he already had an idea of what had happened.

“I am so sorry Sir, but I regret to inform you that Mrs. Barnes had a car accident today. She arrived to the New York Presbyterian Hospital at 2:36pm, she immediately went to surgery. She didn´t make it, she was called at 3:49pm. I am so sorry, but we need her husband to come.”

Steve hanged up the phone, he had tears in his eyes, he was about to cry. He had lost his best friend, but he needed to be strong for the man that was like a brother to him, to his nice.

Bucky was in the floor, sobbing and screaming. He went and called for Nat. She enter and saw the state in which Bucky was, then she saw the tears in Steve´s eyes.

“What happened?” She asked in panic.

“I… he…N-Nat” he mumbled between sobs. “Can you please look for Rebecca at school? Please.”

Nat realized, she immediately shook her head in disbelieve, “no, no, no,”

“Nat, please. Someone needs to be with her.” Steve managed to say. She wiped her tears and left the room.

Steve was in the floor hugging his best friend while he cried his eyes out, he was no longer screaming.

“I am sorry buddy, I am so sorry.” He said to his friend. “I know how you feel, just let it all out. But later you need to be strong for your daughter. She just lost her mother, she will need her dad. She needs you to be there for her, but now. I am here for you.”

“Not her, please not her. She is perfect Steve, I can’t, I love her, we can’t lose her.” He sobbed and screamed. “We were supposed to spend the rest of our lives together, the two of us.”

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When he calmed down, they went to the hospital. A drunk driver had crashed against your car in a traffic light. He died immediately.

Becca slept in Nat´s room. Bucky slept in his old room in the compound, he couldn’t go to your home. Too many memories. He couldn’t face his daughter, he would broke in front of her, he needed to be strong. He cried himself to sleep that day.

He next day was awful, he needed to explain to her 5 year old baby, that her mother would never hug her again. He couldn’t even began to comprehend that.

“Becca, baby. I need to talk to you.” He said the next morning the compounds living room, all  the other Avengers were in the hospital helping Bucky prepare every detail for the funeral, Steve was the only one there, next to Bucky and Becca. In case either of them needed him.

“Daddy, why did we slept here?” She asked frowning her eyebrows, just like her dad. “Where is mommy? We were supposed to have a girl´s day yesterday.”

That made Bucky tear a few tears which he rapidly cleaned.

“Babydoll, its because…” Bucky mad a pause and looked through the windows. “Mommy had an accident, and she will never come again.”

Becca made a confused face.

“Why? Can´t you just put her a bad-aid like you do to me when I have accident?” She asked in all her innocence, which made Bucky’s strength fall. He quickly enveloped her in his arms.

“That is the thing baby, she had a big accident, she is gone.” He started to sob again, so did Steve.

Becca began to stroke her father’s hair. “We will see her daddy, someday, but I am really going to miss her.” She started to cry and hug her dad.

“I want my mommy, dad.”

“So do I honey.”

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The funeral was beautiful, full with YN´s family and friends. They all told beautiful stories and tried to remember the amazing person YN was. Bucky couldn’t talk, he had so many things to say, none of them were for this people to hear, they were for his love.

A week had passed since you awful dead, Bucky stayed at the compound, he couldn’t go home, he also needed help with Becca. He could barely managed to take care of himself.

He was in his bed, looking at the celling, numb. He know the needed to stand up and shower, he needed to get up and care of his baby, but she was the carbon copy of you. It was like looking at you, it hurt, it really hurt. Lying there he heard some knocking at his door. Then Steve came..

“Hey pal, the lawyer came today, he left the will and this letter. She wrote it you when you guys had Rebecca.”

“Thanks, just leave it there.” He said gesturing to his night stand.

When Steve left he got up and grabbed the letter, it had his name in your beautiful calligraphy.

Bucky,

My love, I hope that you never have to open this letter, but if you do, I want you to know that you made me the happiest woman alive. In all the galaxies we know that exist, in all the universe that may. I was the happiest, all thanks to you. You teached me what the meaning for being alive really meant, you showed me so many incredible and beautiful things, and you gave me our most amazing gift, our daughter Rebecca, she is the tangible evidence of our love.

If the time in which you have to open this letter comes, know that you did everything you could. Under any circumstances think that this was your fault, it wasn´t.

I love you so much Bucky, you have really no idea, and I know you loved me just as much, that is why I am asking you one last favor.

Please don´t close yourself, don´t let yourself return to the man you were before be met, not that he was any less amazing, but he was lonely. I want you to continue living your life to the fullest. I know I can´t ask you to not miss me or forget me, I don’t want that. I want you to remember my memory and cherish it. I want you to show all then wonders of the world to sweet Becca. Please never let her forget that she was the most important person in my life besides you.

I want the two of you to continue to love, and let yourselves be love. I love you with all my heart, and every single atom in my body.

          Don’t forget me my brightest star, YN.

After reading that Bucky cleaned his cheeks.

“I will always love you.” He kissed the letter and placed it in his nightstand. He got up and went to find his daughter.

“I love you baby, and so did you mother. You are our greatest creations.” He no longer had you here, so he was going to spend all his breathing moments showing her how much he loved her, he was the only part left in this world of YN, and she was that greatest gift she could have left him.

He would continue to love you long after you are gone. For ever, til the end of times.

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A/N: I cried so hard writing this. I am so sorry, but I hope you like it. I really appreciate feedback.

[muffindaddystyles]

Will mafia!h and Y/N will have babies? 🥺💓

IM SO SORRY TO TELL YOU THIS BESTIE BUT.... </3

39. " I'm not saying a goodbye."

It was raining. Skies a gloomy shade of cinereal. Harry’s sleek car came to a screeching halt infront of the vast threshold of his home -- his grin pearlish, eyes twinkling a spark as he gets out of the car not caring to close the door behind. He greets his staff and strides two steps together with a gorgeous bunch of his lovie’s favourite flowers now dewy with raindrops and his nose twitched upon sniffing the vanilla-y smell while passing the kitchen and with his beam never vanishing he leaned into the doorframe asking the people inside, “’Ave y'seen Y/N?” Only for them to shake their heads in uncertainty.

She hasn’t showed herself downstairs since morning and even though it’s very odd of her not to chirp around the mansion nobody went to knock at her door to inquire, they think she deserves privacy.

This time they should have because when Harry barged inside their room it was caliginous with curtains shut and lights dimmed to zero.

“Lovie?” His cheery voice clamoured against the walls, a sour feeling he couldn’t be aware of pinches him in throat as he bobbed his head around to look for her and it perked up when a shadow falls on his feet.

“Baby?” His smile quirked back onto his confused features and he narrowed his eyelids to take in her presence through the darkness of wardrobe, “Harry.” A shaky whisper floated towards him and before that sweet call she was falling against his chest.

“Y/N ... baby —-,” His stumped chuckle halted, his brain numbed for a moment when his fingertips brushed up her back to push her closer to him and they trembled as they collected the wetness there. His heart bleaks a stinging pain into it’s cords, his breath shuddered coldly, flowers falling sadly beside their feet and his eyes earths with tears of panic, angst and torment.

His fingertips coating in his love's thick blood.

“I –- ‘m .. you –.. you’re h-hu —- hurt,” He stammered through a whimper hand wrapping around the dagger whose half end’s stabbed into Y/N's spine, her weak frail body unresponsive though she could listen to him.

“Who did this to you! Who did this to you!?” His screams and cries startled everyone downstairs and they rushed up to see what’s happening, to be shocked by their sights of Y/N limp in Harry’s embrace.

He turned his neck to shout at them, “I need a hand t’help me!!” His eyes bloodshot and Niall his best-man scurried over to them as Harry carried Y/N and laid her on her tummy on the bed, he slips onto his knees putting his chin on the mattress to look in her hazy painful eyes -- tears caged in them but never flowing down.

“Harry ...” She mumbled grittily in agony lifting her shaky fingers to pet his face and like an affection starved kitten Harry doesn’t let her tire herself and gets closer to her himself, “Niall bring the first aid, it’s under the sink.” He commands him not letting his eyes drift from over her angelic face.

“You’re okay baby. You’re okay, I know how to stitch up knife wounds.” He sniffled sucking in a breath trying to be brave for her and she just smiled gorgeously, lips blue and cheeks draining out of her usual berry stain.

“Jesus. Harry she’s been stabbed thrice, those fuckers,” Niall’s words wavered in fear and sympathy for Y/N. He squeezed Harry’s shoulder as Harry sobbed upon hearing that, “No –-... no, no! It’s still okay yeah poppet? I’m g’na get y'alright.” He wanted to covers his eyes to block the hurting groans Y/N elicited and he cradled her soft face in his warm palms in comparison to her temperature, touching their temples to pray together.

“Harry li .. listen to —- to me,” She gasps eyes flittering over his shoulder towards Bambi and Thumper the two dogs that had gotten overly fond of her, Harry’s blurry gaze follows her enfeebled gesture for them to come near her.

They whined and howled sadly flopping beside Harry and Harry hiccupped into his elbow shaking his head when Y/N put her hand under their ears in effort to scratch them but wasn’t able to unfortunately, “Hi babies. You’re gonna look after dad after ‘m gone?” Everyone cried at that watching her soul leave their dull lives that watered colourful upon her arrival.

“Don’t say that! Don’t y'dare say that!” Harry sobbed rushing to hug her tightly, the front of his shirt loathing crimson and she hissed looping her arm against his neck when Niall pulled the dagger out from her lower spine gradually and slowly not to hurt her.

“’M so sorry baby, sorry for being the reason of y’pain.” His tears dampened her already sweaty crook of neck, “Pr – promise me t-that that you’ll have some —.. someone who lov‐-.. loves –--,” She whimpered. Her body jerked into him with a force and she pushed him weakly away to stitch her lips tenderly against his's.

“Tell me bubby. Ha—- have I loved y'enough?” She cooed into their kiss and Harry bolted his eyes shut, poisonous sobs wrecking out of his chest.

“Tell me before, I go ...” Her heartbeat started dropping insanely, her lips wobbled, toes curling with life excavating out of her, “Y'have. Y'have don’t go baby, I’m not saying a goodbye!” He cried showering her in kisses for the one last time and pets her hair, eyes closed praying she takes him with herself because he'd never recover from the pain of loosing the only person he loved more than himself, the person who made hum love himself.

“I love you ..” She whispered, her loving kind eyes locked against his’s and the pool of honey around her rims expanded, her lips parted around the gasping breaths and Harry begged and pleaded — a side of him no-one has ever witnessed as he twisted in anguish considering himself the unluckiest man on the earth for letting his lover go like this, in the worst possible way.

“I love you, I thought I’d never be capable of, y'made me worthy darling. I'll always love you baby....” He shrieked into her chest heaving her up gently to embrace her properly and even though he knew she was no more with him, he fooled himself into thinking so.

If it was possible he’d have clawed his ribs to pluck out his heart in return of hers and he felt like the sun and earth had crashed vanishing away the time spaces as he sat there crying and crying mourning the loss of his lovie that could never be healed by anything in this whole word.

He keeps on holding her, rocking back and forth as he lulls her to slumber of death.

It hurts. It hurts so bad.

His heart weeps.

His soul aches.

When rain stopped and that tranquil silence doomed over them, rage filled his every pore and vein.

He knew who did this. Harry has played dirty but he has never played unfair. It was this gang of companies who sabotaged and destructed the orphanages at the property which belonged to his mother (but the papers weren’t clear) to build restaurants and apartments there so Harry took revenge by burning acres of their illegal drug running underground factory and rebuilt the orphanages and took Y/N to one of their charity events.

She was the happiest he had ever seen her.

It’s like a gun barrel clicked in. A firecracker catching the fuse of ashe to burst everything into flames as Harry laid her with ever most tenderness and kissed her temple, her lifeless eyelids and her chapped lips.

Cleaned the streak of blood with his sleeve and didn’t wipe his tears away bashing out of the room, everyone stepped away as Niall lunged infront of him to stop him before he goes to cause damage to himself more than to them for being in such a vulnerable and weak state.

“Step away.” He growled angrily, gaze fiery and dangerous.

“No.” Niall sighed.

“I wouldn’t get her buried in sucha cold blood. She didn’t deserved this, hell nobody does.” Harry kissed his teeth together gripping at his hair ruthlessly, cheeks dry with tears, his limbs trembling, his head spinning.

“Anyone who wouldn’t follow my orders gets their kneecaps blow-off.” He grunted -- nostrils flaring and saying this he went away, snatching his guns from the console and ordered his men to find the security guards that had their duties at the main gates.

In just a day he hunted each of those monsters down like a hungry wolf and gave them such punished, tortured deaths that each one fell in Harry’s feet for his mercy but his heart was turned into a stone already because the only warmth it had there was because of one person and that person’s gone leaving him to survive in this hellhole alone while he dragged these bastards to the depths of firepits.

Once, coming back home to her. To his sunshine, to his soul and life, to his reasons of getting up every morning so he would get to spend time with her —- he broke down. Into shattered bits and pieces of remorse, guilt and sadness feeling himself so small and hurtable as he cried to himself all alone in their garden with no-one to console him where he’ll come to meet her daily.

He wants to rip his skin apart and set it on fire for his beating heart to stop, for it stop feeling.

He feels sick. Fainting, in urgency and desperation to hold his baby and never let go.

To lay down with her under the soil if that's possible.

his only reason to live.

His only beloved.

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The wind giggles through pink leaves of cherry blossom tree, lush grass resting peacefully and Harry smiles to himself treading towards his two most favourite people in the world.

The spring being their heartiest month.

“Azalea! What y’chattering ‘bout t'mum?” He asks and nods proudly when his lil boy stands up from his cross position on the ground from beside his mother and brushes the grassy spikes from his cherry printed shorts with his little pudgy hands.

“My first day at school dada!” The four years old squeals and Harry scoops him up in his arms, kissing his cheek again amount less times, “Is that so, huh! huh!” He tickles his little bun.

Y/N was right. Isn’t she always. Harry chuckles. Even if she’s gone he still feels loved from her, she’s in the rains, in the sweaters he wears when he feels shallow, in the scent of his pillows, she’s in the vanilla smell of their favourite cupcakes – she’s in his dreams and that name of their son, Azalea.

She always wanted to name their first born Azalea, a blooming flower that happens to be a vibrant pink, a gift of spring, are floriferous in sunshine and she'd always say that Harry would be their sun.

Their ever source of happiness.

Azalea was three days old when his mother died and Harry took him home even though not sure of his own decision but something in those little eyes that matches his mommy made Harry’s heart attract towards him so much he brought him without another thought.

A home he built with Y/N. The curtains of the mansion still remains pushed back wide, flower vases on every furniture, not a day goes by when anyone doesn’t misses her and the ducklings has grown so much that Y/N would have been spinning in happiness around.

Nothing has changed, life’s fleeting for everyone except for Harry. He counts each day and night that goes without her beside him in his sleep, in the little picnics with Azalea and Niall, in the story reading at nights with his baby, in kitchen to watch the winters first rain prattling against that one window that’s old enough to carry the remains of his ancestors, she’s never there to share a noodle pot with him while he sits and eat alone, never there to patch his favourite socks back, to kiss his forehead whenever he leaves home, to call him sweet names and to laugh with him on his silly jokes, to do thumb fights, to get angry with him whenever he refuses to layer himself in cold.

Never.

Never physically. But, she’s always there in his heart, her presence lurks around him and he could feel the warmth of her wrapping around him whenever he falls asleep watching telly.

“What did y'learn today bubba?” He asks Azalea and grins cheekily when Azalea babbles, “Colours!”

“That’s fuckin’ amazin'!” At that a huge gush of breeze hits him in face a tiny branch of the tree they’re standing under falls on his head.

“Kay' kay fine! No cursing.” He squeaks in defence pouting down at the grave of his lovie and his face splits into a grin when his hair glittered up with cherry blossom leaves.

“We miss you very much,” His voice heavy and sad. He gulps chokingly and blinks away the glossiness, stroking a thumb up Azalea cheek who’s sitting in Harry’s lap.

Every evening they come to meet Y/N, the hole in his heart couldn’t fill up of her void but the soothing feeling of relief that she’s in their garden and nearer to him has lessened the grief.

“G’na meet you tomorrow, our baby’s mighty hungry.” He chuckles hearing the grumbling noises coming from Azalea’s belly.

“You’re so cheeky baby.” His eyes glimmers and he feels himself swooning into breeze, “How’s it going in heaven?” He asks airily tracing his initials beside her beautiful name engraved at the tombstone and it’s like she’s scolding him when he gets a nip on his pointy finger.

“Azalea kiss mommy a goodbye.” Harry breaks into laughter when Azalea bobs his head and almost tumbles of his daddy’s lap in the effort to reach the tombstone.

“Goodbye beautiful.” Harry whispers kissing the top of her tombstone and his heart bursts into lilacs when once again he’s showered into petal like leaves.

“I love you too, baby.” Finally he has accepted to say goodbyes.

[cyborg-franky]

Because you apparently like to cry over this large idiot twice in one week my love @rosiinante

Corazon x GN Reader SFW Prompt: kisses with their last dying breath Word Count: 391 ANGST

Watching everything from your hiding spot, a hand pressed firmly over your mouth as you stared at the scene as it unfolded. The way your beloved fell back, slumped against the chest, protecting that boy to the very end. You felt weak, useless, just hiding here.

You tried to think over what the blond had said before this terrible moment. How he wouldn’t be able to concentrate with you by his side, how he would be too scared to lose you, it wasn’t fair for him to have said that when you were losing him.

Could you have done something? You felt hot tears rolling over your fingers, dripping down on the snow below. Once the danger was gone, you’d sprung from your hiding place. Rushing over to Rosi, how your feet slid in the snow, you ended up on your knees.

Crawling with desperation falling from your lips, how your hands grabbed at the shifting snow, sobbing uncontrollably as the sharpest pains hit your chest. It felt like you’d been shot alongside him. Your heart broke into pieces when you saw his shirt, the blood that had already seeped out.

Fresh tears of grief, frustration and the impending loss of your soulmate came crashing down like the heavy snow burdening the tree branches around you. You called his name, puffs of hot air escaping your lips as you placed trembling hands on his shoulders.

His smile twitched, just a second, growing wider when his eyes fluttered open, hearing your voice. You wanted to cry, scream, beg for forgiveness, be angry that he couldn’t pull the trigger first. None of that mattered now.

The only words that were able to force their way to the forefront as you cupped his face, feeling how chilly his usually rosy cheeks were becoming, another knife into your heart, another ache deep within.

“I love you, Rosi.” You mumbled as you pressed your nose against his.

“I love you too.” You could see how he tried to lift his arm, wanting to put his hand on yours. You bridged the gap yourself, taking his hand in yours, squeezing.

Your lips pressed against his, soft, gentle, hoping with everything you had that this could save him. He kissed you back, his chest rising and falling for the last time as his final breath painted your lips.

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cheating pt. 2

part 1 here

Ft: Suna Rintarou x !gn reader, a little bit of atsumu miya x !gn reader

Genre/warnings: hurt/comfort, brief mention of fighting, panic attack, angst to fluff

Wc: 2.6k

NOT PROOFREAD!

The morning after you broke up with Suna, you wake up with a sour taste in your mouth, hugging a pillow. Momentarily disoriented, you look around your room until you spot your phone, and it all comes crashing down.

Oh no. Your chest tightens when you see 41 missed calls from Suna and 118 unread text messages over the course of the night. You'd fallen asleep with your phone set to silent, crying into your pillow at the immense betrayal.

Slowly, you unlock your phone to see increasingly frantic messages from Suna, begging you to forgive him and take him back. Ten new voicemails. You shouldn't press it, shouldn't listen to his voice. But you do.

"Y/N," immediately, your heart cracks at the sound of his voice. He sounds so desperate, so frantic, tears clinging to the words. "I'm so, so, sorry. You have every right to be mad at me, every right to hate me. I hate myself too, and I'll never forgive myself for doing that. I-I just wanted you to know that I-" the recording becomes quieter, only the faint sniffles picked up on it. "I love you."

It ends there, and you freeze. He'd never told you he loved you before, skipping over it whenever you jokingly mentioned the future. You knew he was scared of commitment, but it still hurt whenever he ignored it. A particular memory from two weeks ago floods your mind, no matter how hard you try to push it away.

You were lying on Suna's bed, resting your head against his chest as he scrolled through the videos he wanted to upload to Worldstar. His arm was slung around you, his lips pulled up in a smirk, his green eyes flicking from the phone to you and back again. It was comfortable, a lazy Sunday with the sun just beginning to set behind his curtains. You nestled further into his chest, his heartbeat regular and reassuring. You let your eyes drift closed, basking in the warmth of his affection.

Almost too soft for him to hear, half hoping he wasn't listening, you whisper "I love you." He stiffens, and you know you messed up. His heart skips a beat, and he pretends like he didn't hear you. You swallow, embarrassed that he didn't say it back, but neither of you moves until Suna gets up, saying he has to use the restroom. He doesn't come back for a while, and when he does, he mutters something about it getting late (it was barely 6 pm) and how he'd forgotten that he had to do something today. Taking the cue, you took your stuff and left, silently cursing yourself for saying it before he was ready. Things had been awkward the next few days, with him responding less and less frequently and seeming more distant and cold.

Come to think of it, it was right before he started acting strange.

oh.

Pressing a shaking hand to your mouth, you squeezed your eyes shut. Was that why?

Before you could sink deeper into your thoughts, you heard a knock at the door of your bedroom. The door opens to reveal Atsumu, standing awkwardly in your door frame. Yelping, you bring the bedcovers up to cover yourself, forgetting that you’re still wearing your clothes from last night. “How did you get in here?!”

He blushes, eyes flickering around your room and refusing to land on you. “Yer mom told me where the spare key was.”

You sighed, and he came over and sat on your bed, looking at his feet placed on the floor. “Ya okay?” he asked, voice low. That wasn’t what you’d expected. It was rare for Atsumu to be serious, rare for his brow to be furrowed so severely.

“Well, that’s debatable,” you said, scoffing a little. He nodded, eyes still fixed on the floor.

“I saw Suna last night,” he blurted out.

“You did?” Your eyebrows lift, surprised at his uncharacteristic behavior.

“I punched him,” he admits, lifting his head. “I was just too angry at him for hurting ya.”

Then it was your turn to look at the floor, not responding to this statement. What were you supposed to say, anyway? You sit in awkward silence, waiting for Atsumu to gather his thoughts and speak again.

“He’s in love with ya, ya know,” he says quietly. “That’s why it doesn’t make sense.”

“Why would he cheat on me if he loves me?” you ask, lip quivering slightly. You noticed the tense of the word; is. Not was. He sighs in frustration, shoulders slumping.

“I don’t know.” Seemingly debating on whether to say something, he decided to anyways, “He just let me hit him.”

“What?”

“He just stood there when I punched him, didn’t even punch back or anything. He just looked so sad, ya know?”

“Sad?” you scoff. ���He was the one who decided to do it.” He nodded, knowing you’re right.

“I don’t really know why I came here,” he admitted. “I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay. Aren’t ya missing class right now?”

“I’m not going today,” you mutter. He understood. Silently, he got up and left the room, and you heard the door shut short afterward, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

It wasn’t raining anymore, but the clouds still clung dark and heavy, low to the mountains and shrouding the distant buildings. Puddles shone on the ground, the leaves outside your window glistening with raindrops.

It hurt. It hurt so badly, the confusion and anger and sadness all combined. The truth was, you still loved Suna, and apparently, he loved you. Falling back onto your pillow, you felt like crying, but the tears wouldn’t come. Your eyes were dry, the pain finally internalized. The good memories of your time with Suna came then, flooding your mind and squeezing your heart.

The first time you two kissed, in a parking lot of a 7/11  at two in the morning. His lips tasted like soda, the sweet fizz almost intoxicating. It was a quick kiss, feeling him smile against your lips and seeing the smirk on his face when he pulled away.

Watching the stars together from the roof of a building on a moonless night, offering you his jacket when he noticed you were cold. You fell asleep in his arms that night, the cool winter air brushing your cheeks and inciting him to hold you just a little bit closer.

The playful insults exchanged, the banter slowly turning into backhanded compliments, and then sweet nothings whispered in your ear.

The warm, enveloping hugs, although somewhat rare- he would hold you, one arm on the small of your back and the other caressing the back of your neck.

The skeptical look on his face when you took him to the grocery store, fully intending to make a new dish you’d seen on TV with him. Not noticing the softness in his eyes as he watched you, your excitement contagious in his smile.

The teasing he endured because of you. The day you walked into the gym, bringing him a homemade bento, the boys had teased him relentlessly. He didn’t mind, because it made you happy.

All of that was gone now, and the miserable aching in your heart was a constant reminder of it. You let sleep take you away again, the pain in your expression being smoothed away by the gentle lull. When Suna slipped into your room using the same key Atsumu had failed to properly hide, he saw you curled up, hugging a pillow in your sleep, a small crease marking your forehead. He always said you looked angelic in your sleep.

“Suna…” you murmured, shifting slightly, and his eyes grew sad at how you grimaced slightly at his name.

He made his way to your desk chair, sitting down silently and grabbing a piece of paper from the desk along with a pencil, beginning to write.

When you awoke to the sound of a pencil scratching paper, it took you a second to register that there was someone else in your room. You screamed, clutching your pillow until you recognized Suna.

His eyes found yours, and the guilt and shame in them were almost overwhelming. You looked away, clenching your jaw. The pencil fell from his hand, seeming to fall in slow motion until it hit and bounced off of the floor, clattering once, twice, and then three times before rolling away from his foot.

“Get out,” you whisper.

“Can we just talk about this-” he rushes, standing up and impulsively moving closer to you.

“I said get out!” You yell, flinching away from his touch as if it’s some sort of deadly disease. His face falls, and he withdraws his hand, swallowing hard. “What is there to talk about? You cheated. It’s not a mistake. It’s a choice, and you chose to break my heart!” You look at him, anger and pain mixing in your eyes, and he finally gets it. You’re not coming back. He ruined it with an impulse decision, a reckless choice in the face of his fear of commitment and the overwhelming feelings that he didn’t know how to deal with.

The day you told him you loved him, he froze only because he didn’t know what to do. He’d gotten up, gone to the bathroom, and sunk down the door, back straight and head tilted towards his knees. This had never happened to him before- every time he’d been with a girl, he’d never felt like this. Was it love? He already knew he messed up by not saying it back, but his emotions were confusing, distracting, almost frightening. He’s taken his mind off of it by falling into a stranger’s arms that night, reassuring himself that he was still the same old Suna, the one who didn’t need anyone.

God, how he hated himself for that. Tears welled up in his eyes against his will, and he stared down at the floor.

“Why are you still here?” You spoke, back turned to him, “I thought I told you I didn’t want to talk to you.” Your words stung, you knew they did, but you didn’t really care. The paper in his hand fluttered to the floor, almost inaudibly brushing across the wood. His bottom lip quivered, and the tear that clung to his eyelash slipped silently down his face, making his green eyes appear even brighter than normal.

Thunder crashed outside your window, and Suna froze, his sharp intake of breath making you turn. He looked petrified- his entire body seemed to be shrinking into itself, his hands trembling and clenched, his eyes wide with unmistakable fear in them.

“Suna?” You got up from your place on the bed, curious as to what was happening, then remembered. Suna had a crippling fear of thunderstorms. “Suna. Suna, hey, look at me.” You waved a hand in front of his face, but he just started shaking harder, his breathing getting faster. Gripping him by the shoulders, you gently pushed him towards your bed and helped him sit down, your brow furrowing. “Can I touch you?” you asked gently, receiving the smallest of nods in return. You sat beside him and started rubbing his back, gently holding him closer to you. Thunder triggering a panic attack had only happened twice before, but you were familiar with how to help him through it. “I’m going to go close the curtains now.” Almost methodically talking him through your movements in an attempt to distract him from the thunder growing louder outside, you went to close the curtains and turned on your bedside lamp. “Tell me how I can help.”

He struggled to speak, his breath turning into short hyperventilations until you sat down next to him and started breathing loudly and evenly, hoping he would hear you and try to match his breathing. To your surprise, he turned to you and hugged you, burying his face in your chest and huddling close to your body. Stiff at first, you slowly wrapped your arms around him and rocked back and forth, whispering into his ear that it was almost over and he would get through it. You could feel his back shuddering, trying to maintain control of his breathing and failing. Out of instinct, you rested your cheek on his shoulder, staring at the picture of you two that still rested on your nightstand, and you felt his breathing gradually slow. Soon, he stopped shaking, but he still clung to you as if you were his life raft in a tumultuous storm.

It wasn’t until you felt wetness on your shirt that you pulled back, concerned, only to see tears dripping down Suna’s face. He instantly missed your warmth, your smell, the feeling of you holding him, but he knew it would be selfish of him to try to pull you back in.

You didn’t speak, eyes flickering from him down to the blanket underneath you. Your anger was gone now, and as hard as you tried to hate him, looking at the vulnerability displayed on his face melted the resolve you had.

“You look terrible,” you say, eyes wandering over his disheveled hair and puffy eyes.

“I didn’t sleep last night,” he responds, and you instantly feel awkward.

“I-I’m sorry,” you mumble, unsure of what to say. He just shrugs, gazing downwards.

“About what I said in the voicemail.” At these words, you freeze. “I meant it, and I’m so sorry for not saying it earlier.”

You turn away from him, eyes burning, as you feel a lump in your throat. “If you love me, why did you do it?”

His words die in his throat because that’s what he’s been wondering this whole time. If he loved you, why did he do it? “I-I did it because I was scared.”

“Scared?” you spit, pain lacing your words, “Scared? Do you know how terrified I was to tell you? I know that you’re scared of commitment, I know that it’s hard for you to express your feelings, but do you have any idea how many hours I spent wondering if you even liked me anymore? If you even cared at all?” Hot tears spill down your face, your lips quivering as you tip your head back and stare at the ceiling. Quieter, you say, “Do you know how many times I cried myself to sleep because of you? No, you don’t. But I still believed in us, I really thought it could work, and you threw it all away because you were scared?”

You shook your head, and he stared at you, hating that he made you feel like this. “I had no idea,” he rasps, voice husky from the breath caught in his throat. “When you told me you loved me, I realized I loved you too. I’d never felt like that before, and I was scared of my own feelings, so I wanted-” He stopped, unsure of how to continue. “I needed to distract myself.”

Each word stings, a knife stabbing into your back, as the tears fall harder and faster. You look up at him and see there are tears streaming down his face too, the shame too much for him to bear.

“I would do anything for you to come back.” His voice breaks, becoming breathier as his shoulders begin to shake again. “Please.”

In one swift movement, you pulled him close to you, and it was your turn to huddle into his chest as you sobbed. Just for a second, just for a moment, just to feel his touch again, but he wrapped his arms around you tightly and didn’t let you go. Clinging to each other, you shared the pain.

“If we can move past this,” you mumbled, face pressed against his shirt, breathing in his scent, “you can’t ever do something like that again.”

“No, no, of course not,” he assured you, voice thick with emotion, “I promise I’ll be so much better. I’ll try to give you everything you deserve.” 

He pulls away and looks at you, drinking in your face, before pressing a soft, hesitant kiss to your lips. When you reciprocate, he kisses you harder, with more passion, holding you as if he can’t let you go. “Thank you,” he mumbles against your lips, and you feel the pain and anger and worry seep out of him.

It was going to be okay. a/n: i’m not really sure about this one, but i hope you guys enjoyed! sorry for the major angst, lmao also tiny reminder my requests are open even tho i kinda suck at them