#cut through the bullshit. find the truth. there are stories that need to be told and you have a point of view.

[susandsnell]

Daniel Molloy, secret descendant of Jonathan and Mina Harker.

[yourfavoritewitchbitch]

Badge Bunny Part V

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Summary: It all comes to a head with Roy. Will Gator let the sins off his past dictate his future or will he be the better man that he knows you deserve?

18+ Only! Minors DNI!

CW: Reader is referred to as "Bunny" or "Bun". Minimal use of Y/N. Canon type violence. Gun use. Gator is wounded - no graphic detail. Mild angst. Smut! Unprotected P in V. Creampie.

WC: 8.7K

“Something's going down at the ranch. I think Roy's finally lost his goddamn mind. Feds are headed over there.” Andy rushed out, breathless as if he'd run all the way here, face a little bloodied and bruised. He was still in uniform, though it was dirty and disheveled, sans his duty belt.

“Gator?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

He nodded, gaze falling to the floor.

“He's been there all morning.”

“What's going on? And don't lie to me Andy.” Pushing your finger roughly into his chest.

“I want the full story. Not some half-truth bullshit.” Tired of sitting in the dark, you needed some answers.

You took him to the back so you could talk in private without the whole bar hearing about the sorted affair. They would all know soon enough. Small town gossip spreads like wildfire, especially if it involves the Tillman family in any way.

Roy had the entire ranch on lockdown. He'd somehow gotten wind of a traitor in his midst that was feeding information to the FBI.

Andy was an immediate suspect. After the entire incident with your kidnapping and sending those blood samples off despite Roy telling him not to, it had earned him a spot at the top of the man's shit list.

“They had me tied up in one of the sheds. If it weren't for Gator, I…” he swallowed thickly, as if he were reliving it all once again. “I don't know what Roy would have done. He showed me some tunnel on the back of the property. Helped me escape. I flagged down a car once I made it to the main road and had them bring me here.”

“Oh my God, Andy! Why didn't he come with you? What the fuck is he doing?” You groaned, swearing then and there if he made it out of this shit alive you were going to kill him.

“He told me to place a call to the feds and made me promise to make sure you stayed put. There's nothing else we can do.”

You stopped pacing back and forth looking at him with a dumbstruck expression.

“What? So, you are working with them?” Trying to wrap your head around everything that he was trying to tell you.

“No, Y/N. Gator is!”

Not even Roy could have seen it coming. Everyone pegged Gator as the Sheriff's idiot son. A fuck up so blinded by getting his father's approval that no one thought for a second he could have been the informant.

If Roy asked him to jump, he'd ask him how high but that all started to change a little over a year prior.

There was only one thing that would make him flip on the old man in a heartbeat.

You.

He'd asked you to trust him. Told you whatever happened it was for the best. Now you truly saw why. He was taking Roy down. It was his way out.

“Andy, how am I supposed to stay put when you know what Roy is capable of? If he even thinks for a second that it's Gator…” You trailed off. Taking a seat at the edge of Henry's desk to let the weight of it all sink in.

“I think he's got this. There's nothing else for Roy to do but surrender.” He tried to reassure you with a half-smile but you saw right through it.

You sighed, standing back up.

“Let me clean that cut up for you. It's the least I can do. You're a good friend to me and Gator.” You grabbed the first aid kit and went to work. It was deeper than you thought, probably needed a stitch or two but he was dead set on keeping the both of you here.

After Gator helped Andy find the underground passage, he made his way back to the main house where he knew Roy would be waiting.

He took a deep breath before entering. Knowing his part, he has to play it cool just until the feds get there. He gave Andy strict instructions to let them know what they were going to be up against.

The kitchen was left in shambles. Roy told Karen and the girls to leave before they finished breakfast. At least he seemed to care enough to spare them from some of what he had planned that day.

From that point on it had been madness. He'd called in what was essentially his calvary. A lot of armed idiots that had no business holding a gun.

Somehow, he'd gotten word the FBI was coming to raid him. Gator was still unsure of where it actually came from, but he knew Roy had friends in high places.

He wandered down the small hall that led to the back of the house where Roy's office was, the door sitting ajar.

He didn't bother knocking, pushing it further open and taking a step forward. Roy's eyes shot up as soon as the door opened.

“Gator, what are you doing here? I told you to watch the goddamn shed with Bowman.” He hissed out.

“Yeah, uh… Andy and Bowman are both gone. Shed's empty.” His gaze fell to the floor briefly before looking back to Roy.

“Gone? Both of them?” His face flashing confusion.

“Yup. Suppose Bowman moved him? Ya’ give him the order to execute or somethin’?” He asked, trying to draw his suspicion.

“Fuck.” He gritted out between clenched teeth getting up and coming around his desk. “I didn't give any kind of order. Get your ass out there. Tell everyone to start looking for them.”

“Yeah, course.” Gator turned, making his way back down the hall and out to the porch telling the rest of the guys to start looking.

He was sure it had given Andy enough time to get to the highway. No one knew about that escape hatch except himself, Roy and the other being Bowman, who was currently unconscious and tied up in said escape tunnel.

He set about pretending to help look for the two missing men hearing the sirens in the distance, breathing a small sigh of relief. It would all be over soon.

As Roy stepped out onto the porch, pulling his hat down tight upon his head the caravan of black SUVs made their way down the highway stopping at the front gate.

He had the entrance blocked by his armed cohorts.

“Well, here we go.” He said, looking over to Gator with a sinister smirk.

“Dad,” he said, sounding more like a frightened boy than the man he was trying to be, as Roy turned back to look at him. “No one has to get hurt. Ya’ could just… just give yourself up.”

“Give myself up? You do realize you're going to prison too, right? It's not just me going down at the end of all this.” He fixed him with a glare before turning and mounting his mare. “Shut the hell up and find those two idiots.”

He nodded, biting his lip as he watched him mosey toward them, taking a leisurely pace as if he was unbothered by the entire scene. Roy seemed to see it as more of a nuisance than any kind of real threat.

He couldn't tell what was being said, so he made himself scarce trying to bide his time.

The feds already had a plan in motion. Gator told them about the hatch and tunnels that would lead them to the back of the property. It would be easy access and they could take everyone from behind while they were still occupied with the front gates. They knew once they had Roy the rest would give up without their so-called fearless leader.

Gator made his way to the back of the property, meeting about 10 men dressed in SWAT gear along with FBI Agent Joaquin.

“He's in his office, but ugh… y’guys mind if I have a word with him before ya’ barge in there?” He asked.

“I think we can spare a few minutes. I can give you head start but if bullets start flying, hit the deck.” He waved Gator off turning back toward his team ready to give their orders.

He made his way back to the house, hitting his vape trying to steel his nerves.

This time the door was shut, so he quickly rapped his knuckles against the smooth wood.

“Yeah?” Roy grunted, as Gator popped into view.

“Son, what the hell is it this time?” He was exasperated dealing with him for the day.

“I need to talk to you. Man to man.” He stated, coming to stand in front of his desk. Roy finally looked from the window to face him.

“Well, spit it out.” He hissed.

“The feds are on their way, already on the ranch. Thought it would be better to hear it from me.” Roy watched him intently but stayed silent letting him continue.

“If you had just left her alone.” He looked him dead in the eye as he spoke. “You tried to take away the one thing that matters most to me.”

Roy had gravely miscalculated just how much you'd meant to his son. He saw you as nothing more than a bump in the road assuming that Gator would eventually get bored of his new, shiny plaything.

He was losing that grip on him little by little thinking his only way to get it back was to get rid of you.

The kidnapping had gone according to plan, just like Roy intended, until it didn't. Those idiots he'd hired had gotten greedy. Threatened to let you go if they didn't get more money but before he could take matters into his own hands Gator had found you.

The FBI had reached out months prior, it was only after that stunt that he finally placed the call that set everything into motion.

“So, that's it then? Turn your own father in over what? Some fuckin' whore. I should have fuckin’ killed you a long time ago. You're nothing but a sniveling worm. I'm ashamed to even call you my son.” He was seeing red, reaching for his gun.

Gator grabbed his own, before Roy had the chance to flinch. His words had no effect on him. He'd all but given up hope of ever winning his father's affections and praise. He didn't care anymore. He had you.

“Don't.” He aimed right at Roy's chest, finger on the trigger. He never wanted it to end this way.

Shouting down the hall pulled Gator's attention for a split second, as his eyes drifted from their target giving Roy enough time to get his hand around his own pistol.

Two shots rang out as the swat team swarmed the house.

“So, what should we do? How much longer do we just sit and wait?” You'd finally asked after thirty more agonizing minutes. You'd both made it back out to the bar, taking a booth in the corner.

Your knee was bouncing, unable to keep from chewing your nails and looking out the window every few seconds.

“He wants you to stay put. So, we'll stay put.” Taking another sip of his soda, watching you over the glass. “Don't even think about it.”

“What? I wasn't thinking about anything.” The way you glanced at your keys sitting next to you told him otherwise.

“Y/N.” He warned, with a glare.

“Fuck, fine.” You crossed your arms, continuing to look out the window with a huff. “I'm going to get a drink. You want a refill?” Asking as you got up.

You had your back toward the door when an SUV peeled into the parking lot. A woman with short, dark hair got out and made her way into the door.

“I'm looking for a Miss Y/L/N.” She announced, looking around the near desolate place as she removed her sunglasses.

You whipped around.

“Um, that's me.” Voice coming out meek. You knew she had to be FBI. You suddenly felt sick, preparing for the worst.

“I'm Agent Meyers. We need you to come with us please.” Her curt tone left no room for arguing as your eyes cut over to Andy. He got up and met you both.

“I'm Deputy Andy Tate. I'm the one that called you guys. You mind if I tag along?” He didn't want to let you out of his sight, even if they were supposed to be the good guys.

She looked him up and down before nodding.

“Sure, follow me.”

-

Agent Meyers wasn't much for small talk. She had explained you were needed but didn't go into detail. Apparently, it was a need-to-know basis, and you didn't need to know.

Your stomach was in knots as you watched the world pass by outside. Andy tried to soothe you, telling you it would all be okay, but every doubt was swirling within you.

As you pulled up to that familiar gate and picture-perfect farmhouse that was anything but, you saw they had people lined up and handcuffed on their knees against the fence.

They'd managed to round up and arrest everyone. As predicted, when they found out Roy was done, they all gave up without a fight.

There were two ambulances, one pulling off as you all pulled in the other parked directly in front of the house.

“Where is he?” You anxiously asked.

“He'll be over there.” You opened the door and shot out running before they had the chance to come to a stop.

“Hey!” Meyers yelled, but you didn't hesitate. You needed to see him. Needed to make sure he was okay, and your worst thoughts had not come to fruition; make it all tangible.

He finally came into view, sitting on a gurney at the back of the vehicle. His shirt was removed. They were bandaging up his shoulder as you shouted his name.

He turned, standing up as you slammed into his chest wrapping your arms around him as the tears began to flow.

He groaned with the impact, pain shooting through his shoulder and back, but he didn't care, wrapping his arm tight around you pulling you into him.

Roy had managed to shoot him in the left shoulder, while Gator's aim had been much more accurate. A shot straight into the gut. He'd been taken by the other ambulance for emergency surgery and then he'll be swept off straight to a federal prison halfway across the country.

“Gator… I …” You sniffed, looking up at him. “I thought…” Your hands roamed his chest, easing over his bandaged shoulder taking it all in. Cupping his cheeks, your thumb running under a slight bruise that was blooming under his eye.

He pressed your head back to his chest, kissing your temple.

“It's okay baby. I'm okay. We're okay.” His words soothing as they washed over you.

You just held each other for a few more minutes before someone cleared their throat from behind you.

“Sorry to break this little moment up but it's time to go.” Agent Meyers spoke.

Gator nodded, as you looked between the two of them.

“Bunny, look at me.” His eyes pierced yours as he spoke calmly.

“We’re going to be okay. But I have to go with them. There's a lot of shit I did, that I'm not proud of I still need to answer for.”

You knew what he meant. For all the good he did, there were still things he would have to pay for which still meant prison time.

“I'm proud of you.” You looked right into those soft, hazel eyes as you spoke. He looked so downtrodden, but you lifted his chin.

“I'm so proud of you baby!” You stood on the tips of your toes, smashing your lips to his. They were a little chapped but warm as you melted into him.

It suddenly crossed your mind this may be the last time you get to feel him for a while as his tongue grazes your bottom lip. Allowing him entry, you glide against one another so effortlessly it was easy to get lost in the moment.

You broke apart only to catch your breath. Whispered “I love yous” were spoken before he was handcuffed in front of you.

“Okay, Mr. Tillman.” Agent Meyers guided him to an SUV, sitting him in the back.

His eyes were filled with worry as they shut the door, mirroring your own. Andy sidled up beside you as they drove out of sight.

5 Months Later

“You don't have to keep coming every week.” The way it came out let you know he was tired but so were you. Tired of him acting like you were just going to give up and leave him to rot in a prison cell.

Since he'd helped the feds, they had given him a nice plea deal with a reduced sentence of 18 months. With good behavior, he might be out in 12.

It was the best he could have hoped for with all the involvement in Roy's dealings, but Gator had given them enough to send him away for the rest of his life.

It was still going to be agonizing but you wanted to be there for him every step of the way.

“Yes, I do. Who else is going to bring you these nasty cookies you love?” You teased. Packing another overnight bag for your 8-hour trek.

“Y’gonna make me fat, if ya keep bringin’ those.” He chuckles on the other end. “But seriously, if the drives gettin' to be too much, ya’ don't have to.”

“I don't have anything else to do. I know that sounds pathetic but it's true. All I do is work, and then come home. The only thing that's getting to be too much is how quiet the house is. I miss you.” You said it earnestly, sighing into the phone sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I'm sorry Bunny, if there had been another way…” he trailed off, sighing on his end as well.

“No. Don't start that. I am so damn proud of you, Gator Tillman!”

Of course, it was all over the front pages, but they left out the part where he had been an informant. Everyone assumed the very worst about him, just like Roy. But he was your hero.

If only you could see the grin that split his face any time you told him that. The way his eyes lit up. He had sought Roy's approval for so long, it felt refreshing to hear that he'd done something right from the one person who truly loves him for him. All the fuck ups, all the short comings he saw in himself that you never judged him for. You loved him. You were proud of him.

“I love you, be safe. I'll see ya’ tomorrow.” He had his one-minute warning come through the line.

“Ok baby. I'll see you tomorrow. I love you more!”

“Not possible.” He grinned again, as the line clicked dead.

He'd been sent to FCI Sandstone, a low security facility in Minnesota. It was a little over 8 hours from Lehigh. Thankfully Roy was sent halfway across the country to a maximum security facility so neither of you would ever have to cross his path again.

In the few months that he's been away, it's been a struggle. You were left on your own again, but you could breathe a sigh of relief. The entire town felt like a weight had been lifted. No one was looking over their shoulder fearing they might be on the bad side of Roy Tillman.

Andy was appointed interim Sheriff, since half the department went down with the raid. Andy and just a few others were left to pick up the pieces and start from scratch.

He was a good man. Gator made sure that he was never implemented in anything to do with Roy or himself. He was doing a great job, weeding out the few left behind and hiring new, upstanding deputies to help run things. There was no doubt he'd be running and win the upcoming election.

-

You had your routine down, leaving out every Tuesday afternoon after your shift. Hitting up the same motel halfway there. Waking up before dawn to go the rest of the way. Spending Wednesdays with him at the prison.

They'd give you one-hour allotments of visiting time. You'd been his only visitor.

You drive through the gates, flashing your smile and waving at the guards. They knew you by name at this point.

“Hey Bill!” You greeted the guard at the entrance.

“Hey, Y/N. Must be Wednesday.” He chuckled, waving you through the X-ray. You knew the routine. Tossing everything into the bin to go through, then yourself. Pat down examination and you were off to the designated visiting area.

You'd always sit at the table closest to the window, furthest away from the guards. It was quiet. No one bothered the two of you.

You sat the cookies in front of you. The one thing you had actually taken the time to learn how to make and you'd gotten good at it. He loved them.

You were staring out the window, when the buzzer went off alerting you to the door being opened.

He walked out, hands cuffed in front of him wearing that prison issued bright orange jumpsuit you were now so accustomed to seeing. His hair was never slicked back anymore, but he kept the cut the same. Soft brown locks hung down against his forehead.

He donned that crooked smile that made your heart melt as he made his way over to you.

“Hi baby.” He sat across from you extending his hands as the guard unlatched the cuffs. He rubbed his wrists before placing his hands to the table.

“Brought your favorite.” Shaking the Tupperware in front of you, then sliding it over.

They allowed some touching in the visitor's area but not enough. You longed to push the hair from his face and kiss those lips you've missed.

He took the lid off and immediately dove in, taking a cookie and humming around the sugary taste.

“I think these get better every time, Bun.” Finishing it before looking back at you, a crumb at the edge of his lip. You reached up, and brushed it away with your thumb, lingering just a moment.

“God, I miss you.” You whispered, dropping your hand as he reached across the table intertwining his fingers with yours.

“I'm right here, and hey, if I stay off the naughty list I get conjugal visits next month.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively making you laugh and roll your eyes fondly.

“As much as I would love for you to fuck me senseless, you know that's not what I mean.”

“I know, baby.” The grip on your hand becoming a little tighter.

You fell into an easy conversation. You always told him about what was happening since he left.

“Spoke with Andy. They're expecting and he's absolutely over the moon. They're still planning on getting married, but they're going to wait until after the baby.”

You were still talking but he was hung up on that first part. He felt like a failure all over again. That could be you and him. Happy. Engaged, maybe even married. But no. He was stuck here because of all the stupid choices he had made long before he'd met you. He knew he didn't deserve you.

You stopped talking when you noticed his crestfallen appearance. Eyes glossy, and pouty lips.

“Hey, what's wrong?” You shook his hand lightly. “I know that look. Don't.”

“It's just…” he began but you cut him off. He got like this from time to time.

“I know what you're thinking. Stop, ok. We'll get our happy ending once you get out of this place.” You smiled.

A happy ending. What you truly wouldn't give. You'd both been through too much to not see this through.

“Plus, I'm moving closer. I can get another job, another place to live. We don't have to go back to Lehigh. Nothing ties us to that place.”

“Bunny,” his gaze softened. He truly didn't deserve you.

“Nope. I know what you're going to say. I've already made up my mind.”

“Fine, just make sure to clean out the house good before you do. Attic too.” You looked at him with confusion, knowing you had never stored anything up there.

He simply smirked and winked at you.

“Um… ok weirdo. If you say so.” You eyed him warily. “I…”

“Tillman, times up!” The guard shouted, interrupting you.

“I’ll call you tomorrow to make sure you got in, sweet thing.” He said, winking before his hands were cuffed once more.

You watched as the guard led him away. It was always inevitable, but it didn't hurt any less each time.

It scratched at the back of your mind on the drive home. He was so adamant about checking the attic. It was going to bug you the entire way.

This time you wouldn't stop halfway to rest. Making the drive back to Lehigh in one go, making a few gas station runs but nothing more.

You got in late that night, feeling dead on your feet as you walked into the house throwing your bag on the couch making a beeline for the hall where the access to the attic through the ceiling lay.

You reached up, straining, barely grabbing the thin string but you were able to pull it down as it fell open with a creak.

You took the rickety steps one at a time, grabbing your phone to use as a flashlight. Your head popped up looking around but not immediately seeing anything. To your right, there was a duffle bag you didn't recognize but this must be what he was alluding to.

Your hand gripped the handle, it was fairly heavy, as you brought it back down slowly, placing it on the kitchen table.

Taking a deep breath, you tugged the zipper, gasping when the contents were finally revealed.

The bag was full of cash. More than you'd ever seen at one time in your life.

What you hadn't known is that Gator found that bag when he had rescued you, immediately recognizing it because it was the same one, he had seen at Roy's a few days before it all went down.

That was his turning point. The final nail in the coffin. If Roy could do this to you, there was really nothing he wasn't capable of.

The feds had been whispering in his ear for a few months. After you had broken it off that morning, that was his first call. Even if the future with you was uncertain, he had to keep you safe and taking Roy down was his only choice.

As the initial shock wore off you noticed an envelope sitting to the side.

You tore it open immediately to find a handwritten note.

Bunny,

I figured sooner or later you'd find this before I got out. Knowing you, you're ready to high tail it out of Lehigh and I don't blame you.

Get out of Lehigh, you deserve better than this. Better than me. I never understood why you stuck around, you're too good for me.

On the off chance you still love me, there's enough to get you by until I get out, if you want to wait for me. I understand if you don't. I'm writing this knowing what lays ahead of me.

I know you're going to be pissed, but I did it for us. For our future, if you'll have me. I know I should have done it sooner, and I'm kicking myself for writing it in a letter instead.

There's a velvet box hidden in my sock drawer, if you haven't found it already. I promise I'll ask you proper once I get out. I love you Y/N, more than anything.

Love, Gator

PS- Got your necklace fixed. Missed seeing it around your neck.

Tears began to stream down your face as you clutched the letter reading it over once more before your feet started carrying you toward the bedroom you once shared with him.

You hadn't touched any of his things since he'd been gone. So, you'd never happened upon the small velvet box he was referring to.

You shoved his socks out of he way until your fingertips brushed up against it. You hesitantly pulled it into view, holding it in your hand until you sat on the bed.

You were still crying as you lifted the edges. Your necklace slipped out, catching it before it hit your lap. It had been broken during the kidnapping but with everything that had gone on since you hadn't thought about it but were now grateful to see it again.

Your eyes roved over the ring that was held within. It was simple, modest by most standards, but it was perfect. You'd never expected this from him.

It was a thin, gold band with three diamonds. A center cut with two smaller ones flanking each side. You hesitantly lifted it from the box, sliding it down your ring finger and holding it up to examine it more closely, as it caught the light and sparkled with your movement.

Finally, you clasped the thin gold chain back around your neck, holding the delicate “G” between your fingertips once more.

You knew he'd be calling around noon the next day, expecting you to have stayed at the hotel overnight. You had an idea, not letting on that you'd found everything laid out for you, instead surprising him on your next visit.

It was bittersweet, packing up your things and getting ready to leave Lehigh. The first home you shared with someone you truly loved.

Since you'd let him know you were moving to Minnesota to be closer to him, it had been a whirlwind of emotions and planning. Your next weekly visit was tomorrow.

In a week's time you had already found a small apartment for rent not far from the prison that would be perfect until he was released so you started the packing process.

During your calls, you'd never let on about the duffle bag. He couldn't say anything, so there was no way he'd mention it over the phone which played to your advantage. Keep him waiting and wondering.

Today when you walked through the gates you were positively giddy. Not only were you surprising him, but this would be your first conjugal visit.

Unlike before, they led you to a small room in the back of the prison. It provided privacy with a small bed and seating area, a counter dividing the room in two.

You were instructed to sit. They'd bring him in.

Your knee was bouncing with anticipation at the thought of finally being able to touch him after 6 long months of waiting.

The feel of running your fingers through his hair, his arms wrapped around you in a warm embrace, vibrating at the thought.

You moved the container of cookies to the small table in front of you as the door swung open.

Gator stepped in, a wide grin splitting his face, as he walked further into the room. His eyes never left you, licking his lips as he turned his body toward the guard so they could unshackle him.

“Alright Tillman, you've got an hour. Just be dressed by the time I get back.” He nodded, “ma’am” leaving the two of you alone.

“Hey, sweet thing!” He rubbed his wrists, watching you ease up from your seat crossing the room, quickly advancing toward him, barely giving him enough time to move his hands out of the way before you pummeled into his chest throwing your arms around his waist pulling him into a bone crushing hug.

“Damn Bun! Miss me that bad?” Letting a small chuckle escape, circling his arms around you, kissing the top of your head.

“You know I miss you!” Melting further into his chest. The fabric of his worn, orange jumpsuit scratched at your face, but you just buried it deeper, breathing him.

You held each other for a few moments before finally lifting your head. As your eyes met, he moved his warm, calloused palm to your cheek before he moved in letting his lips crash to yours, nose pressing into your cheek as he tilted his head pulling you further into him.

He immediately deepened it, hungry for more. His tongue darts out, licking at your lower lip as you part your mouth for him. You hummed at the taste of him, almost making you weak in the knees and rushing a spark to your core.

You finally broke apart, panting as your foreheads came to rest together.

“It would have been a yes, you know.” You whispered. “You should have just asked a long time ago.”

His brows knit with confusion as he pulled away to look down at you, his eye catching the glint of gold around your neck immediately cluing him in to what you meant as his gaze softened, and a lopsided grin returned to his face.

“Yeah? That so?” He reached for your left hand, pulling it into view. The ring was situated on your hand perfectly. “So, you still want to be with me?”

“Of course I want to be with you! I love you, you idiot! And you absolutely are asking me properly once you get out of here!” You giggled as he lifted you excitedly, peppering kisses all over your face as you tried to squirm away from the sudden onslaught of affection.

“So, does that mean I'm fuckin' my fiancé today?” Setting your feet back on the ground.

“God, is that all you're worried about?” Rolling your eyes, slapping at his chest.

“No. But Bun, I'm dyin’ here. It's been six fuckin' months.” He suddenly pressed his hips into you, his already hard length pushing into your lower stomach.

“Sure you haven't fallen for your burly bunkmate? I know it can get really lonely in here.” You laughed, as he groaned.

“Real cute, Bunny.” He was walking you back as he spoke, suddenly lifting you up on the small counter stepping between your legs and crashing his lips to yours once more.

The kiss turned more heated as you both tilted your heads, melting into each other as you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him further into you by the collar.

He began to trail lower, kisses to your jaw to that little spot below your ear that has you releasing a breathy moan that instantly has his cock twitching between you.

“Oh fuck, I've missed those sounds.” He hissed out, helping you shed your jacket letting it fall unceremoniously to the floor reattaching his lips to you, trailing hot, open mouthed kisses down the side of your neck.

Your fingers trailed up his chest finding the zipper on the orange jumpsuit you've come to loath, slipping it down as he let you pull it from his shoulders, letting it fall open to his waist. He wore a plain white shirt underneath, fisting the material in your hands as he pulled your hips closer to the edge of the counter.

His hands drifted under the fabric of your top, sending goosebumps across your flesh, as they roamed higher. Raising your arms to let him discard it alongside your jacket.

He's quick to drift to the clasp of your bra, undoing it with ease, letting the fabric fall away from your chest as his large palms engulf your soft flesh, kneading it a little roughly only spurring that now prominent ache between your legs when his thumbs graze over your nipples causing your back to arch further into his touch.

“Oh fuck, baby!” You moan out, gripping the bottom of his shirt trying to pull it up. You were needy. It felt like a lifetime since you'd been able to give him so much affection. Feel his warmth, skin to skin, lips skimming over your soft flesh. Reacquainting with each other's bodies.

Once his shirt was discarded, his hands traced your curves sending a shiver through you.

Your eyes caught the scar on his shoulder that hadn't been there before. A harsh reminder of what he's had to go through.

He follows your eyes, as your fingertips trace over the bit of gnarled, dark flesh.

“I would take a million more as long as I knew you were safe.” Whispering between you.

“I know you would. I just wish you didn't have to. I love you.” Whispering back, moving forward to place a kiss there before placing another to his lips that quickly turned heated once again.

You pushed at the jumpsuit, he helped you discard it and toe off his shoes as you worked quickly on your jeans.

Once his attention came back to you, he helped you lift your hips and slide them down your legs. His hands were immediately back to you, roaming any of your exposed flesh he could reach.

He took a moment, pressing his lips to your forehead, hand to your jaw.

“I've missed you so fuckin’ much Bunny. I love you.” Leaning his forehead to yours, closing your eyes, feeling the warmth of his palm to your cheek.

“I've missed you too.” Whispering as he captured your lips once more, less rushed. His lips glide across yours, tongue ghosting along your bottom lip begging for entry as you parted them. Tongues moving against one another in a slow, passionate dance.

He closed the small gap, as you wrapped your legs back around him. His clothed length pressing into your core as your hips seemed to move on their own accord grinding down against him, catching your clit on the downward movement eliciting breathy moans from both of you.

His hand slips between you, finding the damp spot on your panties, pressing the pad of his thumb into the soaked fabric.

“Bunny, you're so wet. All this f’me? Fuck, I'm a lucky bastard.” He hissed out, finding the edge of your underwear pulling them to the side and letting his fingertip trace your slit before pushing at your aching entrance only breaching slightly, making your hips chase his hand for friction. He trailed up, finding your swollen clit as the pad of his thumb swiped deftly before pulling away. The band of your panties snapping back into place.

“You wanna move… this over t’the… bed?” He rushed out between pants and feverish kisses.

“Please.” You manage to get out before he's gripping your ass, hauling you up and over across the small room without his mouth ever leaving yours.

His knees find the small bed and tosses you down. The springs are a little hard and unforgiving squeaking under your weight with a small bounce that makes you giggle all the same as you lean back to stare up at him.

He's long and lean, looking a little more toned than you remember. Boxers doing nothing to hide his raging erection. His hard cock straining against the fabric, now eye level with you.

You reach up, tracing a finger down the length of him, leaving him gaping and throwing his head back.

“Fuck, I need you.” He hisses out, as you gingerly reach up pulling his boxers down his toned legs, finally releasing him. His length bobs against his abdomen, standing at full attention. Your cunt clinches at the thought of getting him inside of you. Never satiated properly for the last six months you were aching.

He didn't miss the way your thighs rubbed together as he looked down at you, as you took him in your hand, bringing your lips to his soft, ruddy tip, placing a soft kiss there before shifting your head as you ran your tongue up his entire length.

“Oh fuck, baby.” He pulled your chin up to look at him, as you smirked. “Hey sweet thing, as much as I would love to have your mouth, I need your pussy.” The end came out as almost a growl as he began to ease you back onto the bed, his fingertips grabbing at your panties as he practically ripped them from your legs as you heard an audible rip but you didn't mind as he tossed them somewhere across the room.

Crawling between your thighs, parting to accommodate him eagerly. His thick chest hair rough against your nipples, as he presses himself to you taking his length at the base, suddenly running it up your soaked folds making you moan out and arch further closing any gap between you.

“That's it baby. Need it as much as I do, huh?” He hummed, bumping your clit on the way up that made you whine as he captured your lips once more, lining himself up as his head catches your dripping hole.

Your hands grip at his back, running your fingers through the short locks at the nape of his neck pulling the strands when he pushes himself in an inch more.

The toys at home could never fill you the way he could with his thick, long cock. It began to sting as he pushed further. A moan caught in your throat, as your head hit the back of the bed, mouth going slack at the feeling.

“Goddamn, Bunny. You're so… mmmph…. Fuckin' tight.” He grits out, face turning soft once he looks up to notice your brows pinched tight.

“Hey, Bunny. Relax f'me, baby.” He coos, cradling your jaw, thumb rubbing soothingly under your bottom lip.

“I'm relaxed, you're just a lot, baby.” You finally say, opening your eyes gazing into his lust blown irises, nearly black save for the thin mossy ring around the outer edge.

“Yeah?” Lopsided grin returning. “Too much for that tight little cunt?” Not letting you answer before finally burying himself completely as your nails dig into his back with a near pornographic moan escaping your lips only spurring him on.

He slowly pulls out, feeling your walls stretch and flutter around him before quickly plunging back in, feeling impossibly deeper before rocking his hips into yours at a brutal pace.

The stretch and sting slowly subsides giving way to pleasure as he pushes in and out, a fresh wave of arousal soaking you both. You can't suppress the filthy moans falling past your lips.

“That's it baby, let them know how good I'm fuckin' MY pussy. Ya’ don't have to be quiet in here.” He continues roughly pushing his hips into yours as you gasp and writhe beneath him. The sounds of your slick as he drives into with each thrust would have you blushing, but you were too wrapped up in the feel of him to care.

The way your walls were sucking him in and pulsing around his cock, like you were made just for him, was enough to make him cum right then and there.

“Mmmph, Gator you feel so… g-good.” Managing to squeak out, the head of his cock continually massages that spot on your frontal wall with ease.

“Missed this pussy so fuckin' much. Been dreamin’ about the day I could… fuck… cum in her again.” His thrusts get more urgent, as your pussy flutters around him once more.

“Yeah, Bunny? Want my cum? Stuff you full until you can't take anymore?” You whimper at his words, that coil within you winding tighter with each in and out motion working you both toward your high.

He nips at the soft skin at your bared throat, gaining your attention.

“Huh, bunny?”

Barely able to think or speak at this point, you nod at his question knowing he wants an answer. He moves his mouth higher, taking your bottom lip between his, sucking lightly before letting it go with a slight pop. He loved you like this. Too cock drunk to speak and about to fall apart only for him.

He moves his hand between you, expertly finding your clit, as he begins rubbing circles against you working in tandem with his thrusts bringing you closer to the edge. Your back arched off the bed, crying out.

“Fuck! Don't stop!” You huffed out.

“Wouldn't dream of it, sweet thing. Need you t’cum f’me. Gonna leave you so full I'll be leaking out of ya’ for days.” Another whimper slipped out, just as that coil began to snap.

You didn't have time to warn him before your pussy clamped down around him.

“Oh fuck! There she is.” He hissed out, taking his hand from you so he could pound you into oblivion, chasing his own release while working you through yours.

Your nails dig into his shoulders, sure they were drawing blood at this point from the grip you had on him. Your orgasm hit so hard that your toes curled as sparks flew behind your eyelids.

A few more thrusts and he follows behind you, his dick throbbing and kicking up inside of your tight channel as his balls tightened, painting your walls with his spend. He continued to fuck it into you, cursing and panting before collapsing onto your chest.

“Oh fuck Bunny. Goddamn, I missed you.” It came a little muffled, his lips pressed up against you where his head lay in the crook of your neck.

“I missed you too, baby.” You hummed, as he finally pulled his softening cock from you, laying on his side, so you could be face to face kissing the tip of your nose and pulling you close.

“You're an idiot, if you thought I was going to run. We've come too far to give up now.” You whispered, with warm affection and brushing his hair softly from his forehead before leaning in for a kiss before you were so rudely interrupted with a loud knock.

“10 minutes Tillman!” The guard shouted through the door.

“Fuck.” He hissed, leaning his forehead to yours. “That went by too fast.”

“Yeah, it did.” You giggled, kissing his cheek, sitting up.

“Hey,” grasping your hand, once more looking at the ring on your hand. “I’m sorry ya’ fell in love with such a fuck up.”

“I'm not. You're a good man, Gator Tillman. You just needed a push in the right direction. No one ever thought you were a fuck up except Roy and look where he is.” You placed your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

You finally pulled away to get up and get dressed, as he followed suit knowing your time was dwindling.

“You better grab a cookie, while you still can.” Pulling your shirt back over your head.

“Bun, I got my sugar fix.” Grabbing you from behind, pulling you back into his chest, kissing your cheek as you melted into his touch. “Just needed my sweet thing.”

The door swung open, jarring you both from a few moments of bliss.

“Thank God your dressed.” The guard sighed and laughed as you both rolled your eyes.

You faced him quickly, stealing away one more kiss.

“I'll be back next week.” Smiling softly.

“I know, baby.”

You watched him go, winking at you before he walked out the door.

The next few weeks were a blur, seemingly going by in the blink of an eye.

You had said your goodbyes in Lehigh. Henry throwing you a small going away party for the hell of it. There were a few tears and lots of well wishes. Of course, Maggie made you promise to keep in touch.

You could have easily used the money that Gator had supplied for the next couple of months, but you didn't see a reason to waste it all. Using it more for a nest egg for the both of you.

Finding a job wasn't difficult. Every bar or diner usually had a high turnover, easily securing a waitressing job at a diner not far from your apartment.

Life went on for the next few months. Seeing Gator weekly, phone calls every other day to get you by.

As it drew closer to his incarceration hitting the one-year mark, you became anxious. The parole board would be looking at a possible early release and you had hoped the feds would put a good word in for him, but it wasn't a given.

“So, by this time next week we'll know if you're finally a free man?” Phone pressed to your ear, sitting on a wooden crate by the dumpster out behind the diner.

“Yup. Warden told me yesterday that the parlor board was already reviewing the case.” He sounded hopeful but you weren't convinced.

“That’s great baby.” Voice coming out a little weak, ready for all of this to just be over and done with.

“Cheer up, Bunny. I have a feelin’ it'll all work out.”

You hoped he was right. Never failing to believe what came out of his mouth. He had a way of sounding so sure of everything.

The day of the hearing, you sat by the phone practically chewing your nails down to the quick. Busying yourself with whatever would distract you, but it wasn't working, as you found yourself glancing at the nearby clock every few minutes the closer it drew to noon when the hearing would begin.

You knew it may be a while before you would hear from him, but anticipation and anxiety were getting the better of you.

12:15, 12:30, 12:45

Still no word. It felt like torture, every agonizing second drawn out.

Suddenly that familiar number popped up, quickly pressing that green button with frenzied energy.

“This is a call from Sandstone Correctional Institute. To accept this call from Gator Tillman please press 1.”

You held your breath as it connected him over.

“Bunny?” His almost breathless voice came through the line.

“Hey, baby. I'm here.” You rushed out, heart pounding in your chest.

“I'm coming home.”

Home. Such a funny notion to him now.

He didn't think of the house on the ranch or even Lehigh. He only pictured you. Your kind smile that captivated him the first time he laid eyes on you. That unruly mouth that could knock him down a peg but was heaven all the same. He loved everything about you.

The only person that had ever made him feel truly loved.

He was coming home to you.

-

Processing was completed and 48 hours later you were sitting outside the prison gate, leaning against your car.

The loud buzz signaling the gate opening grabbed your attention as he strolled out. That cocky demeanor was still intact, dick first, head held high; smirking when he spotted you across the lot already running toward him.

You jumped straight into his open arms, being fully enveloped by him burying your head into his chest. It was like you could finally breathe for the first time in months.

“It's finally over?” You spoke timidly, holding tight as if he might be wrenched from your grasp.

“It's over.” A simple but all-encompassing answer; both free to live the lives you want.

“So, where to handsome?” Starting the car and looking over to him.

“Well, I thought we could make a stopover in Scandia.”

You quirked an eyebrow his way.

“Uh… My sister, Nadine, well Dot reached out to me a couple of days ago. Thought we might swing by.” He smiled and shrugged.

“You have a sister?”

“Yeah. Well, she was also my stepmom. Long story.” He chuckled.

“Gator, what the hell?” Rushing out with a look of abject horror on your face.

“Bunny, it's not what you think. I can tell you all about it on the way. She's expecting us for supper.” He leaned over, kissing your cheek.

“God, your family is more fucked up than I thought.” Pulling out of your spot and getting onto the highway.

He grasped your hand, lacing his fingers with yours.

“Yeah, but you still agreed to marry me.” He grinned.

“I haven't agreed to shit. You still have to ask.” Giving him a smirk in return but admiring the ring proudly situated on your left hand. You wouldn't trade him for the world.

You'd gone through literal hell, and you weren't about to let him go now. It didn't matter where the two of you ended up as long as you were together.

[violetmuses]

Lifesaver - A. Aretas ❤️‍🩹 🫂

Title: Lifesaver - A. Aretas ❤️‍🩹 🫂

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe

Character: Armando Aretas

Pairing: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: When the federal transport is hijacked, Armando needs your help. 🏷 @nobodygetsza @deja-r

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2024

After facing various secrets and questions, well-known Detective Mike Lowrey stood as the biological father of criminal Armando Aretas.

Though time scheduled that prison release for Armando, unexpected goons from the dark hijacked this main aircraft out of nowhere.

Large ripples helped that transport ground its landing when Armando escaped his confinement and navigated the plane.

Lowrey, Aretas, and Detective Marcus Burnett all survived.

“Somebody used my gun. How the hell did strangers reach a federal transport?” Mike struggled to breathe while drenched from water.

“We need to split up.” Armando clipped accented English without making eye contact near his father. His orange uniform muddled in gunk.

“No, we'll stay together.” Mike then corrected Armando.

“Says who?” Armando took his own charge despite everything.

“Don't start bullshit!” Mike nearly grit his teeth. “I'm telling you that we'll stay together.”

“Fuck out my way.” Ignoring Mike and Marcus, Armando revealed his blunt denial and walked off, heading elsewhere in the stranded woods.

“Hey!” Mike yelled, almost jogging to reach Aretas no matter what. Even Marcus tried to keep up and there was no other choice.

____

Passing right along that emerald landscape, Armando continued stomping dirt with each step forward and this cabin waited in the distance.

Yes! He realized.

This home looked fairly modern now, but Armando knocked up front regardless.

When that door finally opened, realization hit Armando seconds later.

You still joined the house.

“Arman?” Cutting his name, you don't even know what's going on.

“It's a long story.” Aretas wanted to concentrate here. “Just let me in and I'll explain everything.”

“Okay.” You whispered through panic and Armando entered, but more footsteps trailed behind him.

Detective Mike Lowrey and his longtime partner Marcus Burnett arrived.

“Thank you.” Lowrey and Burnett repeat gratitude while facing your direction.

Silencing confusion, you allowed both famous men to join this home as well. At least Marcus stood kind enough to close the door behind him.

“All right. What happened?” You revealed one of the most important questions.

“The police department wanted to help me leave prison, but some random asshole hijacked our plane.” Armando I landed this aircraft through water, but we crashed anyway.

“Captain Howard was framed earlier.” Mike Lowrey told you. “My son Armando can identify whoever is responsible for what happened.”

Son?! In that moment, you freeze, quietly pointing between Lowrey and Aretas.

“Armando is your son?” You questioned Mike to ensure the truth.

“It's complicated, but yes.” Mike nodded toward you.

Damn. You thought.

______

“What the hell is this place? You're not struggling at all.” Marcus left this much-needed shower.

Once everyone settled here, you cooked meals to help all three men at this point.

“Previous owners gave up the house, so I moved in.” You sat down at this kitchen table and even Armando stayed nearby.

“Wait…” Marcus then squinted near you and Aretas. “Do ya'll know each other already?”

“Marcus!” Mike clenched the warning toward his partner and “brother.”

“I'm just asking for clarity because there's pictures around the house.” Burnett laughed. Even Mike almost choked from drinking his water

“Yes.” You no longer avoid that personal choice once Aretas nods.

“What happened?” Marcus reversed the question on you.

“It's my safe house.” You explained. “I always told Armando that if something goes wrong, try to find the cabin.”

“Somebody caught feelings, Mike.” Marcus chuckled once more. “This place looks too fancy and comfortable.”

Marcus helps clean up that kitchen table and leads Mike toward pictures found on the living room walls.

“Oh, shit! Is Armando smiling?” Mike laughed out loud and Armando casted both eyes toward the ceiling.

No matter what happens in the future, at least you've reunited with your best friend.

[zoeysdamn]

Bloodied petals - Xavier Thorpe x reader | Part.7

Summary: Trying to get as much time with Xavier as you can, you’re getting worried when his nights seem to be as restless as yours. Wednesday’s surprise birthday party has to be cut short, but the evening she’s suggesting to make up for it can’t go wrong, right? Right? 

Warnings: angst, mentions of blood and injuries, swearing, slight description of panic attack

A/N: the timeline is absolutely CHAOTIC, there’s a lot of fast forwards in here, you’ve been warned for the bullshit

[Masterlist] [Part.1] [Part.2] [Part.3] [Part.4] [Part.5] [Part.6]

Bend over the toilets, you were spurting flowers and blood for the past five minutes. Throat raw and burning with the flow of petals, you almost choked to death twice already. Tears escaped from your eyes and you tried your best to breathe through your nose but it felt like your whole body didn’t want to respond anymore, weakened by every gurgling. Even the hand rubbing soothing circles on your back couldn’t do much to help. Though you appreciated it. You gladly accepted the tissue handed to you at the last bloodied flower spit. 

“Thank you,” you mumbled weakly. 

“Are you okay?” asked the soft voice of a distraught Enid. “This was a pretty bad fit.” 

The only thing you could do was nod, while your roommate continued to rub your back while kneeling beside you. Classes had already started, but she would not leave you for the world; for that, you were eternally grateful.  

Telling Enid about your condition hadn’t been a pleasant discussion. Just after Wednesday’s father had been released from custody and the parents’ weekend had come to an end, you had asked Enid to find you in your room to talk about something important. As usual, your roommate had waltzed in with her characteristic gleeful smile; but as soon as she had caught sight of your solemn expression, she had known something was wrong. The moment the words “I’m sick” had left your mouth, Enid hadn’t been able to refrain her tears. You hadn’t told her the whole story, only about the flowers and the irreversible effects it had on your health. She already knew that you were in love with Xavier, if you had told her that those unreturned feelings were the cause of this, she would tear Xavier into shreds. 

Managing to get yourself up and to the sinks with the help of the blonde werewolf, you rinsed your mouth the best you could. Some of the sticky red liquid was still stuck in your throat and you gurgled on it. 

Enid’s anxiety beside you was practically palpable. “Do you want me to get Xavier here?” she offered, unsure of what to do to help you. 

You shook your head, whipping your mouth clean, “No…no need to call him, I-I’m think I’ll be good enough to go to class in like…10 minutes, okay?”

She winced but didn’t push it further, knowing that it would be useless. Given your condition, Principal Weems had granted you with an unexpected gift, one of her indulgence. She knew you needed support from your close ones, help even. Knowing your history with Xavier, and Enid being your roommate, she allowed them to quit their classes along with you when it was necessary. And if she knew about you slipping in Xavier’s room every night – which she probably did, – no one had told you anything. 

“There’s no rush okay,” assured Enid, linking her arm with yours for support, “I’m sure Mrs.Thornhill would understand.” 

Again you refused, “No, no I’m going…class will do me some good.”

In the same way she had granted Xavier and Enid some liberties to help you through this difficult times, Weems had relieved you of your obligation to attend classes. Given this was probably your last weeks alive, she said that she understood if you didn’t want to spare you now very limited time trapped in classrooms. But you didn’t use that privilege as much as Weems had thought. Truth is, being in class keeps your mind busy. You were always trying to keep your mind out of the plaguing thought of your upcoming death, no matter how much hope Xavier gave you. That’s why you casually asked Enid to talk about the secret birthday party she was planning for Wednesday on your way to your classes. 

“Oooh you’ll see it’s gonna be so great!” squealed Enid, glad to be able to alleviate your troubles doing what she did best – gossiping. “I got everything covered, cake, decorations, music - although not my usual playlist y’know. It’ll be awesome!!” 

At first Enid hadn’t been so sure on telling you about this surprise party. She had came up with that plan around the time you had told her about your disease; ever since she had been hesitant. Enid didn’t want to rub a joyous occasion - especially concerning Wednesday - on your face while you were dying. But she wasn’t as subtle as she wanted to be, and Ajax had a loud mouth; he may or may not have accidentally spilled the beans to you. You had reassured Enid, telling her that on the contrary, this party might lift your spirits and that you would be happy to be here. 

“Do you need me to do anything?” you asked. 

“No worries, the only thing you need to do is to come! Maybe some of your potions for hangovers might be nice though,” she giggled knowingly. “Yoko’s gonna mix some drinks!”

Her eternal optimistic personality made you laugh. 

Later that day, you were laying next to Xavier in his bed like you got used to for the past week. He was sleeping on his back, a hand always on your hair or on your hip while your smaller form was curled on his side. Even if your lungs still hurt, the nights with Xavier were usually calm, only with occasional nightmares or raw coughing fits. You still drank weed killer every night before going to sleep to prevent it; Xavier didn’t know about that, you knew he would beg you to stop drinking this poison otherwise. 

The night was calm, your breathing relaxed for once and hand next to your head on Xavier’s chest. He had one of his arms around your waist, tucking you closer. 

All of a sudden a shake rose you from your sleep; not instantly, it was more like a series of erratic movements tugged you from the limbo of sleep, grasping from the borders of consciousness. The more you awoke, the more you became aware of the whimpers coming with the tossing. Groggily opening your eyes, they widened when you realized what was the cause of all of this. Xavier was tossing and turning, gripping on the bedsheets for his dear life while whimpering incoherent words. Some of his hair was sticking to his forehead with sweat, eyebrows furrowed in a silent expression of horror. Jumping to your knees you immediately reached for his hand, trying to give him some physical contact to hold on to within his current nightmare. 

“Xavier!” you called out, trying to get him out of his infernal trance, “Xav, can you hear me?”

He didn’t seem to hear you, still thrashing around, faintly pleading for whatever he was dreaming of to stop. His taunting looked so dreadful, panicked worry formed in your stomach. 

You cradled his face with both of your hands this time, calling him again. “Xav, it’s me please wake up. Xavier!” 

His eyes shot wide open at your last call, frantically searching for something in fear. You felt Xavier’s whole body trembling under you with his erratic breathing, sweating like he just had the fright of his life. You gave his face a light squeeze to help him focus on you. 

“Hey,” you called softly and he jumped a little to your voice, “hey it’s fine, it’s over okay?” 

Xavier pant, clumsily grabbing you hand cradling his face, like to make sure you were real. “Y/N…you’re here?...”

“Yes I’m here,” you soothed him, brushing away the few tears that had escaped from his eyes with your thumbs, “It was just a nightmare, you’re okay now.”

Even if his eyes were still slightly panicked, his ragged breathing gradually slowed down as he recognized where he was. His mind seemed to slowly reconnect and his body to calm down, but his hands were still shaking. Noticing it, you caressed his face in an attempt to calm him further. 

“You’re okay?” you whispered. 

Xavier gulped slowly, “I- yeah…yeah ‘t was just a nightmare…”

Nodding silently, you couldn’t help but feel like there was something else. “Wanna talk about it?” you offered, still whispering. 

At first, he shrugged, trying to brush it away. But then, his eyes were clouded by tears again, brought up by the overwhelming emotions his body couldn’t control. Xavier’s lower lip started to tremble. 

“It’s just- it’s just visions I’ve had for a while…”

“Visions?” you frowned slightly, “what about?” 

Letting out a small whine Xavier bit his lips, hesitant to tell you; or afraid to. 

“It’s…the monster that’s killing people, I- I think it’s what I see.”

Your eyes widened at his words, “The monster? You’re sure?”. He nodded weakly and you let out a ragged breath, “But why?”

“I don’t know,” he let out with a broken sob, “It’s been taunting me in those visions for days now, I-I-I can’t get it out of my mind!” 

Instinctively bending closer to him you squeezed his cheeks lightly to ground him and avoid another panic attack, “Shhh it’s okay, it’s okay you’re fine, you’re in your room, everything’s fine,” you soothed him. 

“It’s always here Y/N,” sobbed Xavier, “every time I close my eyes I see it…it’s plaguing my fucking mind.” 

His distress made your heart clench, even more, when you didn’t know what to do to help him. The only thing you could do was to keep caressing his face to keep him grounded and for him to know that you were with him. Xavier’s sobs gradually tuned down, and so did the fright from his visions. It gave you enough time to connect the dots; he hadn’t said much, but you knew him like the back of your hand. When visions became too insistent, even just for a day or two, Xavier let out of the pressure they had built within him by painting. He was always one to draw a lot, but those fixations could be borderline crazy, but they never last more than a couple of days. And before the eventful night of the Rave’n, he had spent a lot of time in his art shed. 

“Do you see something else in those visions?” you tried to push gently. 

He shook his head frantically, and you knew he wouldn’t say anything more. You had never seen Xavier in such an emotional wreck, not even after some of his toughest fights with his dad. And seeing him like that broke your heart even more than before. 

Feeling lost and helpless, you couldn’t think of any words that could somehow help him. So you did the only thing you could possibly think of; you leaned in slowly, and without really thinking about it you kissed Xavier. At first he didn’t react and you were afraid that he would reject you like last time. But as you were about to pull away with bitter regret, his lips moved back against yours and a weight lifted from your heart. 

The way he kissed you back made your head feel light, mouths pushing and moving again one another lazily like you had all the time in the world. One of Xavier’s calloused hands came on the back of your neck, caressing the base of your neck gently, pushing your mouth further down on his. You let out a small moan at this, opening your lips for him to slip his tongue in your mouth. The contact of his tongue around yours made you press your body flush against his, laying almost completely on top of him. Xavier let out a soft groan, muffled by your kiss as your hand came from his cheek to his shirt, gripping it tightly. When air came to miss eventually, you pulled away a few inches from his full lips; Xavier leaned his face up in the same motion, stealing one last peck on yours. 

Slowly opening your eyes, you met his glossy gaze. 

“Sorry I really wanted to do this,” you whispered. 

Xavier gave you a lazy smirk, “Don’t be, I kinda wanted to do this too. Definitely helped to ground me though.” 

You chuckled and hid your face in his shoulder to hide the blush on your cheeks. Your embarrassment made him laugh slightly and the sound made you feel lighter. Xavier wrapped his arms around you, holding you close which you absolutely didn’t complain to. The both of you needed each other, now more than ever. With that thought, you tried to feel more hopeful as you tried to sleep again. It could work, you were certain of it. 

Very much to Enid’s grief, the surprise party for Wednesday’s birthday was cut short. Everything had been planned perfectly though; Ajax, Xavier and you had managed to bring everything needed to the old crypt in the woods while Enid distracted your goth roommate. None of you knew what she could have told her to bring Wednesday to the place, but the surprise sure worked; the shadow of a smile might even have crept its way to her face. 

But then she had touched a wall and fell into a sort of vision trance; that certainly ruined the mood. 

The next day, you were on your way to your room, a small box in your hands. Even if you were spending more and more nights in Xavier’s room you slept at least once a week in your own room. Enid had whined about the failed birthday party all day long, frustrated by the turn it had taken. So you had made a detour to the school’s cooking workshops to bake three little cupcakes with black and white icing. Weakening powers or not, you still knew a thing or two about baking, and maybe you could still have a small birthday party for Wednesday. Ever since the hospital, your roommate seemed to soften a little to you – not that Wednesday would ever admit that. Her discretion about your condition was truly appreciated. Knowing her and her habit of unraveling truths, you would have thought that she would have spilled the beans to either Xavier or Enid, or even Weems. You were glad she didn’t and respected your wishes. 

Pushing the door open with your hip, you were welcomed by excited screams from Enid. 

“Y/N guess what!” she clapped excitedly, “Wednesday suggested we’d do a girls night out to make up for her birthday! Isn’t that cool?” 

You lift a surprised eyebrow to the Addams, who only slightly shrugged in response. 

“Well, we’re synchro today,” you grinned, holding the box up, “I’ve come bearing gifts.” 

Enid sneaked behind you to catch a glimpse of the mysterious box as you put in on Wednesday’s desk and motionned her to open it. 

“Oh my God, birthday cupcakes!” squealed Enid, “You’re the best!”

“They’re extra dark chocolate red velvet,” you said. At Wednesday’s surprised expression you explained, “I asked Thing for advice on your favorite flavor.” 

“That was very considerate of you,” she observed sharply, “I guess I should thank you then.”

You offered her a small smile in return and you all dug into the box to grab a cupcake. 

“Cheers!” smiled Enid before taking a bite, eliciting a moan from her, “Oh my god what do you put in these to taste so good?” 

Wednesday let out an appreciative humm, “They are highly acceptable.”

“Wow, that much?” you laughed. “That makes me think, I have something else for you…here, happy birthday,” you said, retrieving a small box wrapped in black paper. 

“Present time!” cheered Enid, jumping to her side of the room to grab hers. 

Wednesday meticulously unwrapped the paper, revealing five small bottles filled with dark purple liquid. 

“I hope this is poison,” she said flatly. 

“Nope,” you laughed slightly, “even better. This is the silencing spell I’ve been using to tune down Enid’s music all the time. Figured out how to synthesize it in a potion, so I thought you’d appreciate it.”

The faintest of smiles stretched Wednesday’s lips, “If I had the physical ability to experience romantic feelings, I’d ask you to marry me, witch.”

You scoffed, “Wednesday Addams, you sure know how to seduce someone. The potion will not make the sounds mute, but will have a deafening effect on you. You’ll be soundproofed for an hour.”

“Fantastic.” 

Enid waltzed to your pair, holding a colored package to Wednesday. 

“Here you go roomie! Happy birthday!” 

As she unveiled the package, Wednesday gradually frowned. “What is…that?” she asked perplexedly, holding up a black woolen scarf between her fingers.

“It’s a snood!” smiled Enid. “And look, we’ve got matching ones!” 

Enid pulled a colorful matching piece around her neck proudly. At the mortified look on Wednesday’s face you let out a snort. 

“Don’t worry Y/N, I made you a matching one!” she winked, handing you a similar one knitted in your favorite colors. “It’s a roommate’s thing now!”

The “snood” was horrendous but the sweet gesture touched you, so you took it wholeheartedly. 

“We can all wear it tonight in Jericho!” 

The werewolf’s words made you frown a little, “I, uh, I’m not sure I'm coming Enid.”

“Of course you are,” she insisted, “it’ll be good for you!”

“Look Enid, I’m glad you’re having this girls night-out for Wednesday’s birthday but I don’t think I’m in a good enough state to go with you,” you said in a sorry tone. 

“You should come,” quipped Wednesday in her usual flat tone, surprising both you and Enid, “you’ll be a great asset.”

If your eyebrows rose in surprise, Enid clapped in delight, “Aww, Wednesday wants all of us to be there! C’mon Y/N, for her birthday? If you’re not feeling well we’ll go easy okay?” 

You pondered her words for a moment. Sure, your condition wasn’t really improving, but it had no serious setbacks for the past two days thanks to the potions you drank and the relatively calm atmosphere. You still coughed a lot of petals, but you had seen worse. Plus, Xavier had mentioned to you that he needed to spend a few hours in his art shed tonight, given it was the day of the week you weren’t spending the night in his room; basically you had nothing better to do. 

“Fine,” you finally conceded, “but if it’s too much for me, I’m returning to Nevermore, okay?” 

Both of your roommates nodded their heads in agreement. This would be a fun night. 

Turned out half an hour later that it was definitely not a fun night. 

First, the Uber who was supposed to take you to Jericho turned out to be Tyler fucking Galpin and you almost aborted the mission on the spot at the sight of him. The sole face of this guy got under your skin and if it hadn’t been for the sake of Wednesday’s insistence you would have gone back to your room. When you all arrived at the creepy and very much abandoned house, you thought that maybe you should have. 

Tyler cursed loudly as he unsuccessfully tried to open the door. He and Enid started to bicker about this and you rolled your eyes at their antics. The faint shudder in your backpocket made you pull out your phone, checking your incoming text. 

Xav:  ur up? how r u feeling?

The way he worried about you and made sure to check on you even when you had different plans brought a smile on your face. You quickly texted him back that you were okay, while Enid tore the lock apart with her claws, allowing your lot to go in. 

“Y/N come on,” called out the werewolf as Wednesday lost no time hurrying inside. 

Lifting your head up you saw that you were far behind them, “Yeah, I’ll be here in a second.” 

Before catching up with the rest of the group, you quickly texted back Xavier, informing you of where you were. They could call you paranoid all they want, but something felt wrong with this place. 

“Tyler, Y/N, scout the ground floor,” ordered Wednesday, “Enid and I will cover the upper floor.”

“What are we supposed to look for anyway?” you asked, a flashlight previously handed to you in hand. 

“Anything looking suspicious about the Gates family.”

Enid scoffed, more terrified than amused, “This whole house is looking suspicious! Can’t we go now?”

Wednesday rolled her eyes and made her way to the stairs promptly, quickly followed by a whining Enid. An awkward silence took place and you could cut the uneasy tension emanating from Tyler. You rolled your eyes at him. 

“Let’s split up,” you said, scanning around your flashlight. 

“What?” he stuttered in panic, “but-but shouldn’t we stick together? Y’know, like…like in horror movies?!”

A long sigh left your lips and you turned sharply in Tyler’s direction, “Listen Galpin, I don’t like you, I don’t want to be here with you, I barely even tolerate you. So don’t become all whiny all at once, Wednesday might actually like that.”

He choked on his own breath, taken aback by your words, “Look I-I-I don’t know what I’ve ever done to you, but I’m sorry okay?”

You scoffed loudly, a bitter laugh escaping your throat, “You’re sorry? No, I can assure you that you’re not. You enjoyed every punch you gave to Xavier.”

“Thorpe?” he frowned, “wait it’s about him? Come on, it’s been like two years ago and–”

“And now you’re no longer a jerk?” you snapped at him bitterly. “Save it, your sorry face won’t change the fact that you’re a fucking bully. I’m not trusting you,” you spat. 

This time, it was his turn to scoff in disbelief, “I’ve paid for it okay? Why do you care anyway, you guys dating or something?”

The death glare you gave him was enough to make him shut up. 

“I’m taking the rooms on the left,” you groaned. “We rally in ten minutes.”

Before Tyler could add something, you hurried to the adjacent room. You didn’t know what you were looking for, you just wanted to put some distance between you and Tyler. The fucking nerve this guy had! Acting all innocent while he had beat up Xavier to a bloody pulp with his friends for fun. A fucking prick, that’s what he was! 

A sharp pain rose in your chest at the memory of the bloody face of Xavier, all bruised when he had come back from the Outreach day two years ago. Petals spilled out of your lips, coming out covered in blood. Harsh coughs rocked your body while you tried to tune them down and let flowers fall on the dusted floor. Light flickering from bookshelves to chests of drawers, you tried the hardest to ignore the dreadful clench on your heart squeezing your lungs. The taste of blood filled your mouth, as did flowers. Nothing looked useful in this room, so you went for the next one, apparently joining a kind of workshop room. 

Another cough rasped the column of your throat, racking its insides like the flowers fighting their way out of it were made of sandpaper. The stifling sensation made your head feel light and spinning. Bracing yourself against one of the walls for support, you paused a moment to catch your breath. In your discomfort, you failed to notice the gurgling sounds and racking of nails on the floor coming from behind you. Sinister hisses reached your ears a second too late. you whipped around to the dreadful noises, only to face a tall, menacing dark and bony figure with claws glistening in the moonlight. The flashlight you held lit its face for a second, revealing two globulous mad eyes and sharp teeths in a grotesque mouth. 

The gut-wrenching scream that escaped your flower-clattered lungs didn’t stop its claws to lunge in your direction. The moment after, everything went black. 

Panicked calls of your name and hands shaking your shoulder roused you from the depths of unconsciousness. Fluttering your eyes open came with a great pain crashing into you as your body seemed to remember where you were. A hot blazing pain erupted from your hips and upper thigh and you let out a strangled moan. 

“Y/N! Can you hear us, please say something!” 

Rolling your head on the side to see who was calling you, your eyes met the distressed faces of Xavier and a crying Enid. Between two coughs, croaked Xavier’s name. 

“I’m here sweetheart,” he soothed you, his hand gripping one of yours as he helped you to move to a seated position against the wall, “it’s okay, it’s okay.”

“Oh my god she’s bleeding,” whimpered Enid, pointing at your left side. 

You looked down to where she was referring to, still a bit groggy. The side of your hips and of your thigh was bleeding profusely, shreds of your jeans and shirt dandling covered in blood. A weak whine escaped your lips. 

Xavier examined your wounds carefully, eyebrows knitted and trying his best to not panic. 

“It doesn't look too deep,” he said trying to sound reassuring, but the tremor in his voice failed to hide his dread. “We’re going to help you stand, do you think you can handle that, love?” 

Mind fogged by the excruciating pain from your side and your chest, still aching, you nodded slowly. Enid came to your other side as Xavier carefully put one of your arms around his shoulders. They helped you get up clumsily, and the very moment your feet touched the ground and the weight of your left side was put on them you cursed loudly. 

“What the fuck happened?” you mumbled through gritted teeth. Your mind was less and less foggy but you still couldn’t remember a single thing after the horrendous face of the monster flashed before you. 

“We…we heard you scream,” sobbed Enid, “and then- then the monster came upstairs and we r-ran.” 

You looked up to Xavier, thinking about how he ended up here before remembering the text you had sent him earlier. He must have come here to check on you, and come across Enid or Wednesday. Speaking about your goth roommate, you finally managed to locate her in the room, kneeling next to Tyler. He too, seemed to have been injured judging by the claw marks on his chest. 

“Did any of you see the monster?” asked Wednesday, “Where did it go??”

Groaning in pain you slumped against Xavier, unable to stand on your own, “Briefly,” you mumbled, “I don’t remember much, must’ve passed out because of the flowers before he touched me, or else it’d be much worse.” 

Sensing you sagging more and more against his shoulder because of your weakened state, Xavier decided that this was enough. 

“We need to get out of here,” he said, looking around for the exit door. 

Enid started to panic, “What? With the monster out here? Are you crazy??”

You coughed roughly, more flowers coming out from your lungs. The high stress this whole mess put you under wasn’t good for your condition. “There’s no fucking way I’m staying here,” you rasped. 

On his spot Tyler slowly got up, wincing at every move of his injured chest. Between that, the insistent or pleading looks from Xavier and Enid, Wednesday sighed in resignation, “Alright. They both need medical attention, and the monster is probably long gone by now.”

“My home isn’t that far,” said Tyler with another wince, “let’s get there, it’s closer than Nevermore.” 

Despite none of you being really keen on the idea of going to the sheriff’s house, you were short on choices. So you all exited the abandoned house and followed Tyler in the night. 

A few minutes later, the odd lot of you found yourselves sitting in sheriff Galpin’s kitchen, a first-aid kit opened on the table. Enid was pacing nervously, biting her manicured nails while Wednesday attended to Tyler’s injury silently. You were sitting on the edge of a table the best you could without hurting yourself, waiting for Xavier to come back with the stitching kit Tyler had mentioned earlier. The room was filled with heavy silence, no one daring to address anything about the elephant in the room. Xavier came back, thread and surgical needle in hand; without giving any other a single glance, he came by your side and grabbed some compresses and dabbed them in alcohol. Glancing up to you, his soft doe eyes met yours. 

“I have to disinfect it,” he whispered softly, “is that okay if I…”

At his awkward motion at your shirt, you nodded slowly and rolled up the shredded hem of your shirt to your ribcage. At the same time Xavier carefully tugged down your jeans, just enough to expose your wound. On any other occasion this would have been a more sensual gesture, but the sharp outburst of pain it caused reminded you that it was definitely not. The red, angry and bloody flesh was definitely not a sexy sight. Xavier’s eyes flickered back to yours. 

“This gonna sting a little,” he excused in a hushed tone. 

Face paler than usual you nodded, “It’s okay,” you breathed weakly, “go on.” 

The first dabbing of the compress on your abused skin made you let out a sharp hiss that you immediately muffled with your hand. Xavier's unused hand grabbed your other one, thumb drawing soothing circles on your skin to try to ease the pain a little. As he continued to dab on your flesh, you gripped hard on his hand to try to not cry. The pain in your chest was almost more bearable. When Xavier finally finished disinfecting the injured area, you let out a ragged breath, glad this was over. Yet, you knew that the worse was to come.  

Xavier grabbed the tread and stitch-needle and maneuvered himself to get the most of the light on the wound, to have a clear spot on where he would have to work. Doing so he ended up standing in front of you between your legs, needle ready to stitch you up. 

There was no one except Xavier who would have been allowed to do so, even if it was to tend your wounds. Growing together also meant that you had to encounter wounds and injuries resulting from your mischiefs, this was definitely not the first time one of you had to tend to the other’s wounds. At some point, the maids of the Thorpe household had been so fed up with your pair coming asking for band aids and calls to the doctors they had taught you the basics to dress an injury. So even if his hands were slightly trembling, you trusted Xavier. 

His eyes flickered to yours, silently asking if you were ready; you nodded and inhaled sharply. When the needle pierced your skin you wailed on the fisted hand in your mouth. Xavier stopped momentarily, cradling your neck to gently bring you closer. You buried your face in his shoulder, gripping his shirt with your other hand. Xavier whispered shushing sounds in your ear, like it could ease the raging pain on your side. After a few seconds of rest he let go of your neck and got back to work. The quicker he’d start to stitch you up, the sooner it’d be over. The first stitches made you whine loudly, the sound muffled on his shoulder as he tried to work carefully. He continued on the remaining of the stitches in a dreadful silence, only broke occasionally by the weak whimpers you couldn’t hold back as your tears dampened his shirt. 

After what felt like an eternity, Xavier cut off the thread and circled his arm around your slumping shoulders. 

“It’s over,” he whispered, “it’s all done sweetheart you’ve been very brave.” 

The whole area of the wound felt numb now, but the faintest twitch of nerves would arouse the pain in the blink of an eye. Xavier pressed the softest kiss on your forehead. 

“You’re safe,” he reassured in a breath, “it’s okay now.” 

With ragged breath, you slowly let go of the grip you had on his shirt, “Thank you,” you mumbled, “for being here.”

You felt him smile against your forehead. “Always, sweetheart. I’ll always be here”

From her spot Wednesday rolled her eyes. 

“If we can cut off this unnecessary sickening display of affection, it’ll make the air more breathable.” 

Her words made Xavier whip around in her direction, the previous softness in his eyes replaced by a furious stare. 

“What the fuck was that Wednesday?” he spat angrily. “What did you expect to find in there, uh? Bringing all of them in that abandoned house and thinking that it was without danger?” 

She narrowed her eyes at him, “Curious you speak about danger Xavier, when there was no evident sign of it in that house until you showed up.”

This time, it was Enid’s time to scoff loudly, “No evident sign?” she repeated almost hysterically, “this house was fucking creepy from the beginning, and Y/N and Tyler got injured!” 

“You put everyone at risk!” carried on Xavier ragefully, “and for what? To prove that you’re right?”

Feebly grasping his sleeve, you tried to calm him down. “Xav, please…”. You were so tired, you just wanted to go to sleep. But he ignored you and kept his angry gaze locked on an unimpressed Wednesday. 

She only shrugged, “I’ll make my point eventually. Thought it’s ironic of you to be the one to speak about foolishly putting someone’s life at stake.”

 Her words pulled the angering tension on hold, surprising everyone in the room. Xavier frowned deeply, not getting what she meant, while Enid and Tyler exchanged dumbfounded looks. You, on the other hand, started to slowly register the hidden meaning behind her words and your eyes widened. She couldn’t…she wouldn’t, right? 

“I’m not putting anyone’s life in danger,” seethed Xavier. 

“Really?” Wednesday scoffed, “why aren’t you asking the very person you’re threatening right now?”

“What?” said Enid, “that doesn’t make sense!”

“Wednesday don’t,” you whispered faintly, but you knew she had heard you. 

“You’re fucking delusional, I’m not a monster,” snapped Xavier angrily. 

“No?” said Wednesday, tilting her head to the side. “Yet how convenient it is for you to show up just after the monster’s attack tonight. I wonder how you knew where to find us.”

Xavier threw his hands in the air, exasperated by the Addams’ infuriating behavior.

“Because Y/N texted me where you were! I was worried so I came to check on her, okay?”

Wednesday’s eyebrow rose slightly, unimpressed. “So it was guilt, wasn't it?”

“Wednesday,” you warned a little bit louder. She ignored you again. 

“Another proof of your murderous dispositions.”

“For FUCK’S SAKE,” exploded Xavier, “I’m not a murderer!” 

Wednesday jumped on her feet, boring deep into Xavier’s brown one in defiance. 

“Then why is Y/N dying because of you?”

In an instant, the world froze around you. The whole room fell silent and in the blink of an eye, everything that you had ever built crumbled to ashes. Every pair of eyes in the room gradually from Wednesday, to Xavier, and eventually to you. The weight of their stares was nothing compared to the utter look of shock and betrayal, tainted in doubt, that Xavier gave you as he slowly turned to you. 

Wednesday was many things, and you were willing to call her a cold-hearted bitch. But she was no liar; and Xavier knew that. That’s why…that’s why even if he couldn’t believe what she said, it somehow was true. 

“What are you talking about?” mumbled Xavier, his anger fading away as the doubt sank into him. 

“You’re the reason why Y/N is in her current condition,” explained Wednesday flatly like she hadn’t realized she had just dropped a bomb, “It’s your fault if she’s sick.”

“Wednesday STOP,” you snapped. The sharpness of your tone couldn’t hide the tremors in your voice. 

As if on cue, a cough erupted in your throat and flowers escaped your lips, falling on the ground bloody and torn apart. The violent fit rocked your body and the pain emanating from your hips erupted under its pressure. You clamped a hand over your mouth, feeling blood starting to run down your lips. You started to feel lightheaded, when hands came to gently cradle your shoulders. Tentatively looking up with teary eyes from coughing, you met the worried gaze of Xavier. His eyes, so big and so soft, were filled with worry and fear. They searched for confirmation, or denial, anything. For an answer from you. 

“Is it true?” he whispered feebly. 

You shook your head, but deep down you couldn’t bring yourself to lie to him again, “I didn’t want you to find out,” you whispered back, ignoring the other people in the room looking at the both of you in confusion. “I’m sorry.” 

A loud bang at the entrance cut him from saying anything back, and a very angry man tumbled into the room. 

“What the fuck is going on here?” roared Sheriff Galpin. 

As soon as you returned to Nevermore, Xavier led you to the infirmary. To say that the trip back to school was awkward was the statement of the year. None of you had talked, Enid walking on the front gripping her own arms wrapped around her. Xavier and you were behind her, walking at a slower pace due to your injury and your arm draped over Xavier’s shoulders for support. Far behind, Wednesday casually followed like nothing happened. None of you exchanged a word, not even once the school’s gates crossed. Secretly you were glad that you wouldn’t spend the night in the dorm; this night was definitely not done with heavy and awkward tension. And if you stayed another minute with Wednesday, you might actually murder her, no matter how ill you were. 

There was no one in the infirmary at this hour so Xavier had to rummage to the drawers for a little bit before managing to find clean bandages. Sitting on a bed with your head hanging low, you didn’t dare to look at him. How could you look at him when you had hid the truth to him all along? The dip of the mattress next to you didn’t make you react either. 

“Hey,” Xavier whispered softly, “we need to wrap your stitches. Are you okay with this?”

Unable to answer verbally, you nodded and presented your injured side to him, lifting your shirt. His calloused hands brushed over your skin delicately while wrapping the gauze around your lower stomach. As he dressed the wound, only the clicks of scissors and sounds of adhesive bandages being ripped filled the room. Once the dressing was done, Xavier put what was left of the supplies on a bed table. 

“Xav,” you gasped weakly, “I-”

Before you could continue, Xavier put a hand on your shoulder, gently laying you down on the bed, “Shhh,” he whispered, “you need to rest now.” 

Lips wobbling, you felt your eyes fill up with tears once again, “No I-...I really need to say something…I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you sooner” 

Xavier grabbed one of your hands, holding it tightly, “Tell me now,” he breathed out, “please.”

You gulped slowly, knowing there would be no turnbacks of this. “I- my sickness…it’s called Hanahaki disease…it’s a very old condition not many people know about…”

Xavier nodded in understanding, silently encouraging you to continue. Licking your lips, you went on, “It’s making flowers grow in my lungs,” you said even though he already knew about that part, “it’s triggered by…by the acknowledgement of…,” you gulped, “of one-sided love.”

Xavier’s grip on your hand faltered suddenly. Mouth hanging open he could only stare at you with wide eyes and tears at their corners. 

“You…you’re sick…you’re dying because of me?...” he stuttered, frozen in shock. 

Trying to shake your head to reassure him, only a raw cough answered him. His left hand immediately went to your cheek, caressing it in the hope of bringing you some comfort. 

“It’s not your fault,” you wheezed between coughs, “you couldn’t know.” 

“Of course I could have known! I should have known,” he said, his voice breaking into a sob. “It’s my fault if you’re laying here and coughing flowers, fuck.” 

His sobs made your heart crumble in your chest. How much were you going to destroy each other with your feelings? 

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he pleaded in a whisper, hot tears falling down his cheeks.

Trying to form a sorry smile, you nuzzled your cheek closer to his palm. “Because you deserve to choose.” 

“What if I choose you?” he replied immediately in a whisper. 

Your eyes widened at his confession, heart swelling suddenly. 

“I don’t want you to force feelings down on you for my sake,” you begged in a tired voice.

Xavier choked on his own breath, horrified by your words. “You deserve everything Y/N,” he breathed shakily, “and- and I don’t have to force anything to love you.”

Throat tight with emotions, you blinked away a few tears. “You love me?” you whispered faintly. 

Despite his own tears, Xavier smiled softly at you. Petals and blood were still coating the corner of your lips, dark circles underlined your puffy eyes, but you were the most beautiful girl in the world in his eyes. Because right now, there was only you. 

“Yes sweetheart,” he whispered back, “I love you.”

His face lowered onto yours and gently, so very gently, your lips met. It was soft and sweet, and even with the salty taste of tears there wasn’t a place you’d rather be at that moment. This was it, this was right. It felt right. Your whole body felt lighter, like something got off your chest and you felt yourself smile into the kiss. 

Slightly pulling away, Xavier lazily smiled at you. 

“I’m sorry it took me so long to realize this,” he whispered softly. 

Brushing your hands on his cheeks you smiled faintly. “What made you realize that?”

He chuckled awkwardly, “I guess…it took a little longer than I thought to wrap my mind around the fact that I’ve loved you more than a friend…maybe I’ve never thought about you and me being in love before because I didn’t need to, you were already there for me.”

Pressing a loving kiss to your knuckles, a flash of regret came through his eyes, “It wasn’t fair of me to think that if denial was enough for me, it was for you too…I’m sorry I’ve ignored your feelings for all those years.” 

“Hey,” you called out softly, “it’s okay now. I wasn’t fair either, I…to be honest, I thought that you were faking your feelings as a last wish for poor little me.” 

He shook his head, leaning closer to you again. “Never,” he breathed against your lips, “I love you Y/N, and that’s the truest thing I’m sure of right now.”

Once again, his lips found yours in the utter sweetness. The delicious feeling lasted for blissful seconds, until a sharp pain erupted from your lungs, making you choke on the kiss in a dreadful way. Before you could even think about pulling away from Xavier’s lips, petals escaped from yours with a gurgling sound. Xavier immediately broke the kiss, allowing the bloodied petals to spurt free in droplets of blood. 

“Y/N!” he called in horror, “Y/N, what’s happening?”

More flowers escaped your burning throat and you clawed at it desperately, pathetically trying to get some air. Realizing what you were trying to do, Xavier hurriedly rolled you on your good side and patted your back, helping you to spit out the remaining flowers. When he heard your loud gasp, he put you on your back once again. Breathing heavily, you brought your fingers to your nose, gasping at the blood coating them when you glanced again. 

“Why…why am I still sick?” you mumbled in disbelief. 

Xavier’s face showed equal worry, “Maybe it’s just the flowers getting out once and for all?”

Shaking your head negatively you retorted, “No…I can still feel them in my chest…fuck.”

And then you broke into tears. Xavier loved you, he had confessed his true, pure feelings so…why did the disease not disappear? Unable to know what to say to comfort you, Xavier immediately gathered you in his arms into a tight hug. Little did you know, tears gathered in the corner of his eyes, too. This time, you truly felt helpless. Maybe Xavier’s love wasn’t enough, like aunt Cordelia had predicted? Suddenly, it clicked in your mind. 

“The visions,” you breathed out. 

“What?” he mumbled. 

Pulling away from the hug you looked at Xavier, gripping on his arms. 

“It’s because of the visions,” you said with a trembling voice, “the ones you have about the monster, that plagues your sleep.” 

A veil of uneasiness draped over his face, “What of them?”

Licking your lips, you carefully continued, “You told me they’re plaguing your mind, and- and tormenting you to the point you can’t get it out of your mind, right?”

He nodded silently. 

“I’ve seen the monster,” you let out with a ragged breath, “I’ve seen the darkness it held…if you’re seeing it every day…Xav I think it’s plaguing your mind too.”

Xavier frowned lightly, “So you think I’m the monster too?”

“No!” you said hurriedly, “no, never. But I think those twisted visions are obscuring your heart…and it doesn’t leave enough space for me.”

“What?” he exclaimed in a whisper, “No, no I love you, you know that!”

You tried to smile at him, but didn’t succeed in the slightest, “I know,” you sobbed, “but the disease has spread too far now…I don’t think it’s enough to cure me…”

Tears spilling from his eyes, Xavier looked like a broken man. 

“So what can we do? I can’t- I can’t lose you Y/N.”

“I know,” you said, this time being the one to hug him, “the only thing we can do now is to hope that the monster’s identity will be discovered…and that it’ll be taken down quickly to free you of those visions.” 

In lack of a better explanation, Xavier could only nod, heart feeling heavy. He would do anything to try to stop or at least contain those visions if that could save you. While laying down with you in his arms on the infirmary’s bed that night, he only prayed that he wouldn’t lose his mind before he could achieve that. 

For the next two days, you were assigned to the infirmary bed to give enough time for your wound on the hip to heal. You had a visit from Enid, who had bitterly explained how she had fled out from the room to avoid Wednesday, staying at Yoko’s instead. She had enough of the Addams’ dangerous antics, and the outing at the Gates mansion had been the last straw. Even if seeing her this upset saddened you, you couldn’t deny that you were furious against Wednesday too. Spilling out the beans like that had led Xavier to confess, but she still had no right to spill your secret like that. 

Speaking of Xavier he spent all of his time with you, completely ignoring his classes. Sometimes when you felt strong enough he helped you walk to the quad to get some fresh air and see some of your friends. Enid and him had swore they hadn’t told a soul about the true nature of your condition, but everyone could see that you were sick – badly sick. The pity wasn’t necessary, but it felt good to see those you cared about the most you could. 

At the end of the third day you were allowed to move out of the infirmary to go back to your room. There was no way you’d live with Wednesday again so you had decided that you would stay at Xavier’s. You practically lived here now, anyway. Putting on the last strap of adhesive over your fresh gauze, you waited for him to arrive; he had promised that he would come get you in the evening to go back to his room together. 

As you were about to text him that you were ready, End barged into the infirmary, hair wild and eyes wide. 

“Y/N!” she screamed in horror, “You need to come, quick!!” 

“What? Why, what happened?” you asked, panicked by her frantic behavior. 

Swallowing up a harsh sob, the werewolf looked at you with her big eyes full of tears. 

“It’s Xavier,” she sobbed, “The police just arrested him.”

[Part.8] 

A/N: you can hate me later for this cliffanger uhuhuh, I have good news! The next chapter will most likely be the last! (maybe I’ll write an epilogue, it’ll depend on how I write the last chapter), so the excrutiating wait will soon be over my lovelies :DD

And no, I won’t ever forgive Tyler for being a bully; I hate bullies, I don’t care of ‘young and stupid’ they were, those fuckers destroy lives believe me I’ve been there

Same as for being stitched up, I know from experience this isn’t pleasant blblblbl (and I had a sedative, poor reader had NONE)

Thanks everyone for your incredible support, I hope you enjoyed this part ♥ Hope you’re all doing okay, take care of you ♥

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Hi there! I am so sooooo happy to see other people with a Bakugo obsession - his character development is one of the better ones in my opinion.

If you are open to sharing some headcanons (but of course no pressure! Writing should be enjoyable!) - how do you think Bakugo would be with an antihero s/o with a personality like Deadpool? I imagine them having a really smart mouth that drives Bakugo up the wall lol but also being kickass enough to stand toe to toe with him. What do you think?

I'm so sorry this took me so long my courses kicked my ass and i had to put literally everything else on the backburner. But! I got it done lol

i can totally see this. to me, bakugo definitely seems like the type of guy to go after someone who can not only hold their own against him in a fight, but also in a conversation. i think it's very important to him to have an s/o who can put up with his bullshit and call him out at the same time. i also think that he secretly finds it really sexy that you can put him in his place so easily with your smart mouth. well, as long as your not using it to make him lose his mind ( even if that is your favorite pastime). regardless of his stereotype of just being a stubborn hothead, he is actually quite levelheaded. He knows he overreacts sometimes. he knows that he doesn't always think things through. so, he needs someone who can call him out. and that's why you're so perfect for him. you're just as stubborn as him, which none of his friends could believe so it was quite a shock when he proved it, and it keeps him on his toes. it keeps your relationship interesting.

i think that bakugo himself fits the definition of a hero rather well, but that doesn't mean that all of his actions do. yes, he himself aligns with heroic standards, but that's more for the sake of keeping his license then morals. i think the more experience he gets as a pro really changes him and his perspective on good and evil. this also gives him the ability to recognize that heroic ways don't always solve the problem.

for the record, when i think antihero, i think of an oliver queen/green arrow situation here. don't judge me 😓

having said that, i think that bakugo doesn't necessarily like your antihero decisions either. he understands them, yes. and he can see the good you do and your good intentions. and he'd be damned if he ever told anyone who you were in the shadows. hell, he'd rather take a bullet to the brain then risk you getting arrested for being a vigilante. and that's the problem. you would be. your methods are unorthodox. you get the job done, but at what cost? how much blood has to spill before you are the one that doesn't get back up? at least as a hero he has protection. backup. you go in blind and pray for the best. and it kills him to see your busted lip and bruised knuckles. yet you hide it well. everyone he works with just sees you as his kickass, badass partner. the only one he listens to and smiles for.

but he knows the truth.

he knows why you do what you do.

because again and again heroes let you and the people you cared about down. you got sick of waiting around to be saved. so you saved yourself. you got your hands dirty. but the farther you went in, the harder the dirt was to wash off your hands and now you can't. you can't stop. you can't turn away. not from all of those suffering people that the heroes won't help.

so, for now, he'll be quite. he'll clean your cuts while you sit on the bathroom counter with him between your thighs. he'll get you ice for bruises and learn how to do stitches. he'll even help you come up with a cover story. because as much as it pains him to see you in pain, he knows your happy. that it's worth it to you. and as long as he gets to hold you when everything is said and done and hear you whisper you love him as you fall asleep, as long as he can feel the way your chest expands as you breath against him and hear the soft sighs against his neck, he'll learn to love these moments enough to forget about how you got in this state in the first place. he'll learn to see that you don't just do it for them, but for him too.

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Collide-Justin Herbert-33

A/N: This is fanfiction, I have no affiliation with anyone on the Chargers

This had to be a dream.

Was this a joke?

All of those thoughts ran through her head as she stared into Justin's. Her brain was going the speed of the windshield wipers. He was just standing there, allowing himself to get soaked by the downpour.

Sara realized she wasn't even in her driveway. Her car was at an angle as she was about to turn in. He basically jumped in front of her car.

"Who the hell is that?" Cathy was squinting as she pulled her glasses out of her purse. Adjusting to them she looked at Sara. "Does he have a death wish?"

Justin stood off to the side and Sara pulled into the garage. She saw in the back window that Justin followed behind her. She also noticed he was holding bags as well.

Taking a deep breath, she told her mom to wait in the car before stepping out. "Sara who is that? He looks familiar-" the car door shutting cut off the volume of her moms voice.

"Hey" He looked at her, and her heart was beating fast.

"Let's take this in the house." Her mom would be okay in the car for a few minutes. She opened the door and walked into the kitchen area. Justin behind her. Motioning him to wait, she ran upstairs to get towels from her hall closet. She was pissed and still in shock, but she wasn't going to allow him to get sick, especially if he had an issue with his arm being in a cast. Coming back down she handed it to him and he mumbled a thanks as he dried off.

There was an awkward silence. Finally Sara had to ask. "How did you know where I was? And how did you know I lived here?"

Justin took a deep breath. "AnnSophie told me."

"How did she know? I didn't even tell her." This was all so confusing. He sighed, not wanting to tell her the whole story just yet. "It's a long story that is not appropriate to tell right now."

"Justin, no offense, but you gotta tell me something or I will throw you out in a few minutes." He sighed again. "I want to see you, and tell you how sorry I am, and I miss you, and I was a total jerk and you didn't deserve any of that, or how shitty I've treated you." It didn't come out as eloquent as he would have liked, but it got the message.

Sara laughed. "You're damn right I didn't deserve that. Now all of the sudden you believe me? Since I'm just the same as all the other people in Hollywood."

Justin grimaced Sara as she threw his words back at him. "I was very upset at that time and I acted out of stupidity."

She scoffed. "And then I had to find out you were sleeping with Taylor!" Her voice got loud. Justin's eyes widened. "I know what Taylor said to you and it's not true."

"Justin, there were photos." He saw them. En route to the airport Ashley found them on twitter and sent them. It was at the restaurant he, Kristen and David had. Kristen wasn't facing the camera. Taylor must have told Sara that was her.

"That wasn't Taylor, it was Kristen, my friend who works in marketing at SoFi. I went to Oregon with her and her Boyfriend David. As for me cheating I never did. However, I went over to her house after I injured my ribs. That day we had that fight before practice. Sara sucked in a breath and Justin knew she was hurt, but she needed to hear the truth. "When I was there, she tried to initiate sex but I declined. She kissed me and shoved her off of me. I ended it, but she kept trying to pursue me."

"But you still went over to her house, and instead of telling her 'hey I'm in a relationship with someone I really like, you just gave some lame excuse, giving her the impression that she can easily get you back. You invited her to cause all of that bullshit." Sara crossed her arms. Justin felt the tears come to his eyes.

"Sara if I could take everything back I could. If I could go back in time and do things differently I would. I would give up anything to change this." Justin pleaded, and she crossed her arms.

"So you just came all the way here to say sorry?" He shook his head no. "I want another chance. Please, I love you so much it hurts."

Before she could respond the door opened, and her mother stood next to Justin. "How long were you planning on leaving me there!" She looked at Justin "Why hello, are you a friend of Sara's?"

He didn't know what to say. "I'm Justin Herbert." Cathy nodded. "I'm Cathy, Sara's mom."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs.Wozniak, I wish it was under better circumstances. I'm sorry about Mr.Wozniak."

"Oh dear thank you so much! It's always nice to meet a friend of Sara's." Justin smiled and Sara saw her mother swoon. Of course his natural politeness had won over her mother

"You must be so cold! Why haven't you changed out of those clothes? Sara, where are your manners! Don't you keep a change of clothes!"

"He had clothes with him, plus I gave him a towel. He will just be leaving." He looked mortified at Sara's words, but Cathy shook her head. "Do you have anywhere to stay?"

He didn't think that far, just flew here on a whim and prayer. "No not really, I didn't plan anything. I just came in an uber from the airport." He admitted sheepishly.

"You are not going to find any hotel to book at this time." Cathy clapped her hands. "Just stay here!" Sara was horrified. "I have no place to put him up." She rebutted.

"Nonsense. This place has five bedrooms. Don't be rude, I raised you better than that."

"I don't want house guests right now." Justin knew he wasn't wanted here, as much as it pained him. He had to respect Sara's wishes. "I'm sure there's a 24 hour motel-"

"You are not staying in one of those dives. Sara you let that man stay at least one night and that's final." Justin only knew her mother for less than an hour, but she was one scary woman when she was mad. Sara huffed. "Fine, you can use the spare room in the basement. There's an air mattress in the closets you can set up."

"Sara Christine, that man is injured."

"Fine. Upstairs on the left. There's a bathroom attached, you can shower and do your things. I have products in the closet."

Cathy smiled, "I make sure everything is fully stocked." Justin smiled and acknowledged both of them. "Thank you ladies so much. I'm going to turn in for the night." He grabbed his bags with his good shoulder and headed upstairs.

When he was out of ear-sight, Sara looked at her mother. "I could kill you right now."

"What?"

"You know damn well what, that's Justin! Ex Justin! The one who doesn't deserve me!" She refreshed her moms memory.

"Sweetie. Just let him stay. You can deal with it in the morning." Sara shook her head, she was too damn tired and emotionally exhausted from the past week.

This was crazy, first Harry proposing to her, then Justin showing up out of nowhere to tell her he was sorry, plus dealing with her dad fighting for his life. What the hell was going on?

As she got ready for bed, it drove her nuts to know that he was just down the hall. She missed him, there was no doubt about that but she wasn't going to just let him off the hook. Sara wanted answers, she was just going to have to wait until her mom left. There was no way that she was going to have this discussion with her mom present to report back to her sisters.

It drove her nuts, she wanted to go over to that room and confront him. But again, her mother was also in the house.

A few door downs, Justin was wide awake in the bed. He was in Sara's house, which was a win. But she didn't kick him out, even though it was her mother who insisted on him staying. Nevertheless, a win's a win. He couldn't screw this up, this was his chance to make things right.

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Sara woke up the next morning to the smell of breakfast and coffee. She was confused, maybe her mother was up early and decided to make breakfast, but her mom was a simple bowl of cereal with orange juice girl. Sometimes if she was feeling fancy it'd be oatmeal and fruit.

She jumped out of bed and headed downstairs. Rounding the corner to the large kitchen she was shocked to see Justin, hair wet from a shower. He was playing eggs, as well as you could with one arm. "Good morning." He pushed a plate towards her. Walking slowly to the island she was confused. "What's this?"

He shrugged. "Thank you for allowing me to stay here." She looked down, there were eggs, French toast and some fruit. He had only made breakfast for her a handful of times. "Thank you" She mumbled and began to dig in.

Justin took in her makeupless appearance. She lost weight, she had dark circles under her eyes, she was under a lot of stress. It made him worry. "How is your dad?"

She sighed. "He's on life support, they are trying to get his oxygen levels up, he was unconscious for quite a while, they won't know the extent of damage if he wakes up." Sara felt the tears come to her eyes, and Justin wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms. But that wasn't appropriate. "You need to think positive. He's at the best hospital, they are doing everything they can. I don't know your dad, but he seems like a fighter, those guys in finance don't give up." Sara cracked a bit of a smile, and his heart soared knowing he caused it. "Sara I'm so sor-"

"Good morning." Cathy came down the stairs, fully ready for the morning. She looked at her daughter. "Why aren't you ready? Visiting hours start in ten minutes! We need to be there as soon as possible. Come on chop chop!" Sara sighed and got up. "Okay mom." She looked at Justin. "Thanks for breakfast." She ran upstairs.

He sighed and looked at Cathy, "would you like anything Mrs.Wozniak"

"It's Cathy, and no thank you. I just want you to do me one favor." He was confused. "What's that?"

"Prove yourself to me and more importantly that angel upstairs. You love her and she loves you, but you hurt her. She is a very forgiving person, but you need to show her that you love her. I assume you do, since you came all the way here." He nodded. "I'm going to do everything I can."

"That's all I ask." Sara came downstairs. "Alright I'm ready." She paused and acknowledged Justin. "Can you watch over the house? We probably will be gone for a while, I also have to stop over and see my nephews and nieces." Justin nodded, relieved that she didn't tell him to take a hike. "Um, help yourself to some things. Just don't go to my room." He nodded.

Sara and Cathy left, leaving Justin alone with his thoughts. It was obvious she didn't want to talk about them, but he still needed to prove himself to her. He needed to be there for her. Take the load off of her while her dad was sick.

He could do that. —-------‐—--------------------------------------------------------

Sara was in her dad's hospital room.

She was with Her mom and Aunt Willa, who were giving  the nurses a hard time about her dad's care. She couldn't tell you what it was about, her brain was a million miles away, but she made a note to get those nurses a nice gift along with an apology letter.

Justin's words played over and over in her mind. He did go over to her house, they kissed, he claimed he ended it, but he still gave her hope and made her think there was a chance they would get back together… Why couldn't he just be honest and just tell the truth? Why was he so Gung ho about privacy? Was he embarrassed of her?

"Damn it Child!" Sara looked over to see her Aunt's menacing stare. "Typical, lost in your own world."

Not wanting to argue, she looked around. "Where's mom?"

"To take a phone call. You would know if you weren't so dense." Sara sucked in a deep breath. She wanted so desperately to punch her aunt in the face. Her aunt was looking for a fight. Well she wasn't going to get it. "You're right, I'm sorry."

Willas' eyes widened, expecting an argument, but she kept her mouth shut. Thankfully her mom walked back in. "It was your dad's board, they are in shambles right now. I swear your dad didn't let them in on anything."

"He's married to his work Catherine, I respect a man like that. He made scarifies, and some people need to respect that." Willa glared at Sara, who rolled her eyes.

It was uneventful after that, nurses were in and out of the room, a doctor came in, but there were no changes and the options were the same. Soon after Sara's siblings joined She decided to go to the family home to see the kids. They were probably confused and in a panic. The older ones, like Charlie and Tristan, were in school,  so it was just the young ones. Charles and Scott were tired and overwhelmed. She decided to pick up the oldest and take them out to distract them.

Pulling up to the school pick up lane as the kids were being let out, she saw some parents do a double take as they were trying to see if it was really her behind the sunglasses and hat.

She saw Charlie and Tristan trying to spot one of the cars they were familiar with, with having no choice but to give herself up, she leaned her head out the window. "CHARLIE! TRISTAN!"

the older boy spotted her first. "Aunt Sara!" All the parents looked her way, and she heard the whispers. They ran towards her car and got in. "We missed you!"

"I missed you two both so much! Want to get McDonald's and come over to my house?"

"Yeah!" She pulled into the nearest McDonald's. After getting their order she pulled into her garage. Forgetting that she had a house guest she let the kids run downstairs towards her movie theater she had set up. She plated the McDonald's when Justin entered the room "What's going on?"

"Shit!" She jumped and Justin ran over to comfort her but she stepped away. "You scared me. I forgot you were here."

"Aunt Sara, can I have." Charlie came running into the room but stopped, his eyes wide as saucers as he noticed Justin. "Oh my god you're Justin Herbert!"

Justin waved and kneed down. "Yes I am. What's your name?"

Sara laughed as Charlie puffed out his chest. "Charles." He stuck out his hand for the older man to shake. "It's nice to meet you Charles. I'm Justin."

"I know who you are." Sara had to hold back a laugh. Justin laughed. "You like football?"

Charlie nodded. "I'm supposed to like the Steelers, but I like the Chargers since Aunt Sara likes the Chargers." Sara rolled her eyes and Justin's smile got bigger. "Are you her boyfriend?"

"NO!" She jumped in before he could answer. "No, he's a friend of a friend." She could see out of the corner of her eye Justin's face had fallen. "But mom said."

"Don't listen to your mom. Let's go watch our movie." Charlie looked at Justin. "Can you join us?"

"If your Aunt doesn't mind." Great. She couldn't say no to her nephew. "That's fine." She wasn't excited, but she could put up a cordial front. "Did you pick out a movie?"

"Shrek!" She laughed. "That's my favorite! Good choice." Justin looked at her. "I didn't know that was one of your favorites?"

"That's because you didnt pay attention." It didn't mean to be a swipe, but damn it felt good to be sticking it to him. He looked hurt and while she did feel bad, it also felt liberating. She took the food and they went down to the basement. Tristian had no idea who Justin was, the youngest was more of a basketball guy. He was more interested when Justin told him he played in high school. The whole movie Justin was interacting with the boys, talking sports. So much for spending time with her nephew's. Sara went upstairs to throw out the trash. While she was cleaning she was reflecting.

It took every ounce of her not to launch herself into his arms when she saw him. She wanted to make up for lost time, but then she remembered all of the shitty things he did and what he said. He went over to Taylor's place, ate her food, kissed and he couldn't even tell her he was in a relationship.  He was only forced to admit it when he was backed into a corner.

"Your nephew's are great." She jumped and saw Justin in the doorway. "I didn't mean to scare you."  She shook her head. "It's whatever." There was a few moments of silence before Justin spoke. "Sara -"

"Dont." She shook her head, turning away from him. She felt him approach. "What can I do to prove myself?"

"You might be too far gone for that." She heard his breath hitch "Sara please."

"You know what's the best part?" She turned around. "I knew about Taylor, when you got injured, there was the bear on the counter at your house when your parents were over. I knew it was from her. I wasn't stupid, a woman always knows. I read all of the rumors, how you never confirmed it. I gave you the benefit of the doubt because you were private." She chucked her towel on the counter. "Imagine how fucking stupid I felt when I had to find out from her mouth all of the rumors were true."

"If I could do everything over again I would." Justin was tearing up. "I should have told you everything. I've never been good at disclosing my past because that was that. It's in the past. But I realized how much I hurt you. Baby, seeing you in pain kills me, and it hurts more knowing I caused it."

Sara leaned back against the counter. There was a part of her that wanted to fold at his apology, but the other half wanted to push him away. "Why now?"

"What?"

"Why even bother now? Are you finally realizing that no one would put up with your bullshit?" She turned around again. "Look, I'm sorry I looked through your phone, I understand it's a violation of trust. I know I haven't been the perfect girlfriend but fuck, I think I deserve better than how I was treated. Was I nothing than a glorified fuck buddy maid to you?"

Justin's face dropped, but before he could say something, Charlie and Tristan ran upstairs and into the kitchen. "Justin, can you play Madden with us?" Sara cut in. "You guys need to do your homework."

"We don't have any." She raised her eyebrows. "So if I go through your bookbags I won't see anything that has to be completed for tomorrow?" They shook their heads. "Fine, you can play, Justin can't though cause he's injured."

"I can watch and give you guys some pointers." He told the boys. They cheered and ran back downstairs. He looked back towards Sara. "This isn't over." He followed them.

Maybe she was a little harsh, she knew she wasn't a glorified fuck toy, and they did have good moments together. But damn. It felt good to unleash everything. Drying off her hands she went upstairs towards her bedroom. She had a meeting with Heidi.

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The meeting was so intense, Heidi informed her that people discovered that her dad's company posted on their social media that her dad was on a leave of absence. Followed by tweeting Sara sightings in Pittsburgh, it didn't take them long to figure something out. Sara had her put out a statement requesting privacy.

Then there was the issue of her work schedule. She was set to do early press of Oppenheimer. Then there was a Vanity Fair cover with Austin Butler. That wasn't until June. Luckily Director Nolan decided she could skip the pre promotional tour.

She was so absorbed that she didn't notice her name being called. "Sara!" She jumped. "Oh hi Katie, I'm sorry. I was on a meeting. Heidi, you know my sister Katie." They exchanged greetings before Sara promised the publicist they would talk later. Once she hung up she addressed her sister. "What's up?"

"Do you realize that there is a stranger watching my kids?" Sara sighed and looked at her phone. It was 8pm, she didn't realize she'd been gone that long. "I'm sorry. This meeting went later than expected. We had to put out a statement regarding Dad."

"Yes, I saw it on my way here. Anyways, who is that man? Did you hire him?" Sometimes her sister was dense. "No, that's Justin." Katie's jaw dropped. "Wait, that's him? The guy you have been seeing secretly, which me and the others are stil upset you didn't say anything?"

"Yes, that Justin." She shook her head. "Girl he's fucking tall, how are you able to walk?"

"Being tall doesn't mean you're big like that."

"So he's small?" She shook her head. "I didn't say that either, he's perfectly proportioned to his body."

"Well then he's fucking huge." Before Sara could respond. Katie went back downstairs. Sara followed behind and saw that Justin was talking to Charles while the kids were sitting at the table. Backpacks and coats on. "Say goodbye to Aunt Sara and her friend."

"If you ever come to LA have your Aunt let me know so I can give you tickets and let you be on the sidelines." Charlie's face brightened. "Mom, when can we go to Los Angeles?"

"I don't know. Maybe during winter break next year." Justin smiled and once again got down to the kids level." You have my number let me know so I can hook you up."

"Wow." The kids carefully hugged Justin and Sara was left confused. She was soft and mushy, because Justin interacted so well with her nephew's and they loved him. It was so cute to see. She hated it because it was slowly chipping away at her reserve. Sara followed the family outside where she spent about an hour talking with her sister and brother in law about dad's condition. It was the same. Mom swore he moved his hand but the nurses just thought it was a twitch.

The whole thing was too much. There was even talk about the time limit that the doctors said they should look into taking him off life support. The thought of saying goodbye to her dad left her a mess when she entered the house. Justin was there, and not being able to help it, she found herself crying in his arms. He was rubbing her back, he imagined he'd be a mess if it was his dad in this situation. "Sara."

"They are talking about what to do if he doesn't wake up. Justin, what if he doesn't? Oh god I didn't even get to settle anything with him. What if he dies thinking I hate him?"

"Shhh shh." He had to stop her from having a panic attack. He led her to the couch where she cuddled up to him. Justin was just glad she didn't push him away. As much as he wanted to chalk it up as progress, it was probably because she was terrified and he was the only one there.

This was confirmed after a few minutes, she got off of him and bid him goodnight with no emotion and headed upstairs. Justin sighed and inhaled her scent on his top.

He wanted this feeling back again, and he was going to do whatever it took.

[thesoulesscollection]

Save Me, Will You?

I have a request.

How about a story about Dave after becoming a toppat is soon forced to fight his former friend Rupert, which will most likely end with one of them dying. He's hesitant to do this, and the feelings are mutual. I'm okay with a happy, bittersweet, or sad ending for this one.

Tw/Tags: Heavy Angst, Betrayal, Hurt/Little To No Comfort, Whump, Major Character Death, & Bitterly Sad Ending. 

This one-shot was both a lot of fun to do and a struggle at the same time. But again I had fun nonetheless and I'm always welcomed to take in requests 

With a weakened attempt to throw a punch at his attacker, Dave would find himself thrown to the ground just seconds later with a bone cluttering thump. 

"You don't have to do this. Please, I can save you" The man, Rupert, his old friend turned mortal enemy, pleads with him. 

"S-s… Save me from what?" Dave coughs in his hand. Cautiously, not bothering to get up yet. "I don't need saving" 

"Yes. You do. Please. Look at what they did to you" 

Of course, he did look different from the time his friend last saw him years ago but that can hardly be a bad thing here. In actuality, it was a good thing. He never felt more alive and for once, in his miserable life didn't express guilt over it. 

"I know what they did to me" Dave replies, as he regains the confidence in his words when he eyes the other man. "And for your record, I'm fine with it, happy as a clam actually. I agreed to join them" 

The hurt on Rupert's face would've made his will crumble apart however Dave stayed firm and adamant, continuing on, "How can I not when I was left behind. Forgotten about and told I was useless when I was there"  

Whatever snapped in Rupert got the soldier to focus directly on him, seething anger and pride getting the better of him. 

Like always the man doesn't know when to quit without fail, Dave silently mused. 

"I never forgot about you! I-I kept on fighting for you when no one else would!" Rupert argued. 

"You say that now. But where was that fight? The fire in your stomach back then? When I was being pushed around constantly on the force and where were you when I got fired? Then at that lousy job at the museum. You never bothered to contact me" 

As Dave picks himself up from the floor, he is finally able to speak his mind, it's clear, blunt, and it does the great trick, cutting through the unashamed bullshit. Despite the sharp turn in events, not the type to scold, or get ahead of himself, once more he finds enjoyment in the power given. If in his old friend's eyes he is a husk to who he once was that was quite fine by him. While he dusted off the musky grime got a better look at the man, furthermore he saw the regretful anguish. 

"... I tried…" 

"But it wasn't enough" Dave persists, taking a step forward, an urge he never experienced taking the lead. Smoothing out his fine, dark gray suit, afterwards he waves his hands in indignation. "You should've tried years ago. When I needed you the most. I cared about you yet you never said or did the same for me. Why should I hold onto that hope like you claim?" 

"Well, what do you think I'm trying to do now, then?!" Rupert hissed in reply, argumentative in the face of danger. "I tried, I really did and still do. That's why I'm here. To find you and now that I did. I'm taking you with me. They must've brainwashed you or something! I'm here to help" 

"They didn't do such a thing and I don't need your help. You can't and will not act out on a holier-than-thou savior complex either" 

Dave Panpa needed no saving by anyone; he was a grown man, truth be told, capable in making his own decisions, who somehow had the power all along to pave a road for him alone. He's more than happy with the Toppats, a place that he finally belongs in and brings comfort. Nothing was going to change that in the slightest.

Not even his best friend. The man is as stubborn as the first day they met. 

"... If you won't let me help you and you're going to be like this… Then I'll just have to arrest you…" 

Raised a brow in skepticism Dave shook his head until hand firmly stopped him, grabbing at his arm. "Go ahead, I want you to know it won't end well" Slowly he turned to face the other, a vague threatening suggestion slips out his thin lips. "Even if you had the guts to arrest me anyways" He won't back down nor does he think Rupert would neither. So he's quick to land a fist squarely at the soldier's jaw, causing the man to stumble backwards, nearly onto his ass. A rough hand clasped on a scruffy face, literal agony washes over the shorter man and had looked over in shock.

"Y-you... You!" 

Dave hadn't gone too far.

Soon they were fighting again, but this turned physical with no restraint. Unlike his past self, he now had plenty of experience. He won't let it slide, able to land a couple punches along in some kicks thrown in the mix. Until he got the upperhand where Rupert harshly landed on his back. The soldier's weapon is swept a few feet away from reach whereas his is tight in hand. 

Surprisingly, his hand began to shake, in a sudden unwilling to move and pull the fated trigger when aimed at the man. 

"You. Y-you won't shoot me, would you?" 

In his hot shame, a part in his heart couldn’t and longed to be what they once were that Dave acknowledges is long gone, "Yes. If it means getting to be free" 

"You can't. Like you said, I know you better then anyone" Rupert didn't move an inch, he instead deciding to stay put, using his arms to push up. Stern eyes glares into his soul, pratically begs for a second chance, it was yet another weak attempt to help, "Please... Let me help yo-"

Bang! 

Until his shame, as well, as other emotions like guilt dissipates. He witnessed the dusty ash stains his clammy hand holding the gun, rests at his side. Dave breaths in deep then exhales, his clean hand dutifully wipes away the beads of disgusting sweat. In his caution and curiosity, he stares at the blood pooling around the fallen man's head. 

He shouldn't feel remorse. Rather he cracked a broken smile, hand covered up his stricken face, and fresh tears drips. He already saved himself, didn't he? So why doesn't he feel good? 

'I should feel happy, shouldn't I?'

[neuxue]

holy shit tell me about your gu yuexi thoughts

damn it I meant to answer this right away And Then I Didn't, but okay, Gu Yuexi my beloved.

(under a cut for vague-but-still-present spoilers through the end of LHJC)

The thing about Gu Yuexi is that she's so astonishingly capable at what she does, and so acutely perceptive in ways that both include and extend beyond her superpower, and so beloved by the weird little family she has found, and so willing to sacrifice herself for those she cares about without even considering it a sacrifice... and also so devastatingly bad at, like, how to be a person—in a way that plays so painfully and perfectly into this story's whole theme of personhood and weaponisation and the space in between, of 鸟尽弓藏 and what happenes when a weapon outlives its usefulness, of being forged to be wielded and then finding something beautiful in your hands and not knowing how to keep it, of existing only because others needed to draw meaning out of darkness and so looked to you for light that was only ever yours to give and never yours to hold...of finding name and self and beauty where there was once only utility.

The thing about Gu Yuexi is that when she first shows up it's as this hypercompetent and aloof-seeming character who speaks bluntly and has no time for bullshit, and you're like ah, yes, I know this archetype (and if you're me that alone might honestly be enough, but that's just the beginning). And it's not that she subverts that, exactly, but as the story peels back the surface of it (in a way that feels almost ironic, exposing her to the reader's vision in an echo of the way her own vision exposes everyone to her but her to none of them) there's this moment of 'oh she is a mess' and then of just 'oh'.

You get to her backstory chapter and think ah yes tragic past okay should be fun and you get through the first few paragraphs and are told that until she was seventeen she had no name and you're like damn we're really going for it and then you finish her backstory chapter and find yourself on the floor staring up at the ceiling with no clear recollection of how you got there, going 'priest, ma'am, what the fuck'.

It's the way she wasn't just variously used and abandoned, but stripped of every facet of humanity and identity and made into a tool or a weapon as thoroughly as a person can possibly be. Stripped of name and self and senses, stripped of the ability to interact with the world unwielded by another, stored in darkness and nightmare until the ability for which she was a mere vessel was needed. The way her gift is sight but she was kept in dark emptiness without even a self or a name or truth to cling to. Her body and mind merely the handle of the knife that was her ability.

Which puts her in good company, in this story.

Echoes of xiao-Ji, trapped in darkness and deprived in any meaningful way of a body, able to see only at the will of another, enduring endless torment in the darkness until it is time to be used. But where xiao-Ji had his Lingyuan-gege, the nameless girl had no one until a stranger brought her a compass (and there is an echo there, too, perhaps, of you once told me I was like the Xuanji star...) and even then she had to find her way.

Echoes of Sheng Lingyuan in how she only ever sees herself as a tool, sees her purpose as helping and protecting others. Puts herself in danger or takes on a task that will at the very least mean pain and doesn't even view it as self-sacrificing because that would require acknowledging a self, and considering its damage a sacrifice. There's no self-pity, no sense of being wronged, just a sense of purpose, the way a lens's purpose is to see or a sword's purpose is to wound.

And of course that conversation with Sheng Lingyuan towards the end of book 4, when she sees the truth of his heart and they discuss emotion and humanity. These two who have never granted themselves the status of human, of person, but who are so acutely aware of what that is and what it means, of its value; aware in the way only an outside observer with a great deal of perception and compassion but no acknowledged personal stake can be. And for Gu Yuexi specifically it's that perception, that ability to see that goes beyond just her Ability... and yet despite that perception and compassion and concern for those around her, the blind spot in her perception is herself, her self.

But unlike those two she is not even awarded the grace given to a protagonist; even in the story, she is in every way a device.

And yet.

And yet the narrative doesn't discard her, nor do the characters around her allow her to be less than human, less than valued, less than beloved. This story in which she is merely a tool and a device does not in the end forget her; it may not be her story but it is the story of all those like her. And the narrative and the characters within it refuse to cast aside the bow once the birds are slain; instead, they build her a home.

All without giving her (demanding of her) a love story, or requiring her to be in any way 'fixed'. She is loved by those around her but she is never told 'you are human because you can love' or 'you are human because you are loved', just 'you are human, and that matters'; she is not required to find another in order to be given a chance to be a self. She isn't even required to truly find or become or change that self in the end; she is as she is, and that is enough, and there is warmth and laughter awaiting her. She is not given the role of a protagonist, or a cleanly finished arc, or a miraculous love. Instead she is handed a compass, and a gentle place to land, and the time to find her way there.

[aliassinvestigations]

When I Am Gone.

She couldn't get the case out of her mind. Over 35 young mutants vanished without a trace. Law enforcement overlooked the case. Jessica was hired by a victim's husband to find her, but, to find his wife she had to find the other victims. This case wasn't as cut and dry and an abduction case.

Jessica drank her jack as she read through the latest missing mutant's credit card and bank records. Certain transactions weren't adding up in the victim's spending pattern. Jessica concluded whoever was taking these women, was using their financial assets to make it appear as though they're traveling abroad.

She flipped through more records and turned her attention the victim's medical history. Her eyes widened at the secrets they told. The story she'd been fed about the wife being abducted, was bullshit.

This changed her investigation completely.

She stood up and folded the records and placed them in her jacket, then shrugged it on. Jessica left her apartment to talk to the husband again. No more lies, if she was going to find these missing mutants, she was going to get the truth from him one way or another.

Jessica arrived at the husband's home and knocked on the door. When it opened, she held out a copy of her recent hospital stay. "Why the hell didn't you tell me your wife was repeatedly hospitalized?" Schizophrenia and substance abuse wasn't something to leave out of a missing persons investigation.

"I was afraid you wouldn't help if you thought she was nuts and not one of the missing mutants." The husband said.

Right, that was the oldest line in the book. Jessica could smell a rat. His beady eyes and weasley body language clued her in on how little he was telling her. "Cut the crap Bernie." The woman could've ran away in a state of confusion but Jessica was certain there was more to this. "You killed her didn't you?"

"You Bitch!" Bernie's hands balled into fists. He grabbed papers from his coffee table in front of him and threw them at her. "I love my wife, I'd never hurt her. We're private folk. We don't go around telling people our business, especially about my wife's powers. That there is why I didn't say nothing." He pointed to the papers he threw.

Jessica Jones bent down and picked up the papers. Looking them over she cursed under her breath. Think-Tech's research program was cropping up too frequently to be a coincidence. "So, your wife's a mutant with Schizophrenia and she went here to get treatment?"

"We thought her condition was a result of her being a mutant, we hoped this trial would give her a fighting chance. I haven't heard from her in over a week. I've called them and gone down there and they just tell me she's in a delicate phase of the trial. They won't tell me anything!" Bernie said.

Jessica turned for the door, "they'll tell me. I'll get answers one way or another." She left and grabbed her phone. She needed someone with clearance to get her into the facility. As a P.I. she had a certain levels of access to information but this was delicate.

"Jean, I may have a lead. I need you to meet me at Think-Tech's research facility." Jessica explained what she'd learned and Jean agreed they'd need to work together to figure out if the missing mutants were tied to this facility or not. There was plenty of overlap, but no substantial proof they were the cause.

[writinglittlebeasts]

The Lurch - a short horror story

in 2021, i wrote a horror story from the perspective of a paranormal magazine journalist (think, like, an online publication) chasing down an urban legend in made-up town, pennsylvania and getting a bit too close for comfort

without further ado (under the cut): the lurch (i took a screenshot of the title in my document because i love this font, sorry lmao)

content warnings for animal death (mentioned and implied) and personal injury

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You come by a lot of stories about monsters in the mountains. It’s hard to avoid them, honestly, when the light from any given street or home seems almost snuffed out at the treeline. Forests so thick that you can’t see the neighbors. As these things go, it’s often children who tell these stories; shapes in the dark, noises they haven’t yet familiarized themselves with and can’t place, and on. The rumor mill of the elementary school playground works quick and constant, and there are always new stories to go around. If you look hard enough between the lines you’ll find glimmers of real fear inside. In between the boogeymen and the bullshit there are things that your cleverest parents can’t explain. If schoolchildren make the most monsters-- and if stories of this nature so often trickle down --then it follows that to get to the root of the truth and the source of the story, you need to look to the teenagers. 

My introduction to Trailhead, Pennsylvania was idyllic, in a word. When you look at it, it feels very clean; touristy. The taxi stood on the curb before a small park, a bubbling fountain in the center and trimmed hedges in neat rows at neat intervals between cobbled footpaths. There were three motels, catty-corner to each-other and almost ringing the park, their parking lots deserted in the off-season. The street was quiet, several shops were closed while others hosted one or two employees that I could see through their large front windows. It was very centralized, as these places often are, waiting to shake off the last dredges of winter and open their arms to waves of transients. Waves pouring out the doors of these three motels, one of which I would call my home while I researched idyllic Trailhead’s darker tales. 

One tale in particular had caught my eye. 

Schoolyards work the same way in every town. Mine is no exception, and my niece regales me with rumors while I pack her lunch in the morning and while I help her tidy her room before bed. On one such evening, poring over her homework, she told me a story that one of her classmates had told her, one he himself was told on a family trip to Trailhead, Pennsylvania in the fall. To hear her tell it, somewhere in the woods, up the mountain, is a monster made of sagging skin and limp hair which drags itself over the ground by its boney fingernails. She explained to me that it eats small animals and leaves traces of itself where it passes, though she was unsure what these traces might be. Between her mother’s scolding and her pencil etching short lines into her workbook she told me that its name is The Lurch, and that it was all the rage in Pennsylvania. 

The nature of my work means that I didn’t immediately dismiss this story. I was interested in its origins, how much I could find. Whether it was local to Trailhead or was more widespread, like your jackalope or your killer clown. I found nothing online. Other lurches exist, but not of the sort that my niece described. On the heels of my last article, I brought this curious story to my editor. They agreed that it was interesting, but had no contacts in Pennsylvania who might know more. I had my own, but the fact that I made the trip to Pennsylvania in person might tell you that they knew nothing at all. 

Setting my bag on the floor and turning back to look out over the parking lot, over the park and quiet street, I couldn’t help but feel that I knew nothing at all. It was hard to look at these little brick buildings with their white roofs and pristine surroundings and imagine that it could birth a monster like The Lurch my niece had told me about. The next day I would venture into town and the suburb that sprawls around it, and if I was lucky I would find out just how it might have. 

In the morning the sun woke me even through the dark motel curtains. I thought, quite optimistically as I hadn’t come out of sleep and to my senses and likewise hadn’t been in town for very long, that the sun itself wanted me to start my investigation. 

I started it in the donut shop where I ate my breakfast. I say donut shop, but it felt like a waystation. There were no tables or chairs, only a long room with a door at one end and a counter packed with toppings at the other. They fried your donuts fresh, just behind the counter and to order. While my donut-- a large, advertised as they were by size on a menu board over the workstation --fried, I spoke to the baker. When I asked him if he had ever heard of The Lurch he set his gloved hands on the counter between us and looked up at the ceiling for a long moment, only the sound of dough fighting oil filling the air until he finally shook his head. 

“Can’t say that I have,” he said, and turned back to his fryer. Tonging my donut out of the oil he continued, “But I don’t think you have to worry about it, you know?” 

After assuring him that I did and collecting my donut, I thanked him for his time and ventured back out onto the street. Shops that had been dark and empty yesterday were now cheerfully lit and their employees bustled about inside like they were waiting for me to come in. They probably were. It seemed like I was the first new face they’d seen in weeks. 

I toured through every store on the main street, exchanging polite greetings and answering the same questions about where I’d come from and how I was enjoying the town. Asking these shopkeepers my questions was somewhat less predictable. A few didn’t want to be interviewed at all, which I had to accept though it frustrated me. Most of them knew a little of the story, second or third-hand from one of their children, but could only nod along with my retelling, offering no details of their own. 

One shop’s register was tended by a young individual who couldn’t have been more than a year out of college who was intrigued by my article and offered a similar outline of The Lurch’s story to that of my niece. The Lurch was a monster made of misshapen flesh that ate small animals and dragged itself along the ground. They did add one detail that my niece had missed, however: that The Lurch would eat any animal that it came across, including human beings. It was a small victory, but any information is useful information when the story seems so small itself. I thanked the individual and left their shop, knowing that I would need to go deeper to learn what I wanted to know. I would need to go to the source. 

My interviews with the teenagers were informal. The town of Trailhead is small and amusements are largely expensive, but in posting myself up at a diner close to the high school I was confident that I would get to speak to many of its students, and I was right. They poured in in groups of two or more and sat around large baskets of french fries, some milling from table to table when they would recognize friends who arrived after or before and escaped notice. I approached them in their larger groups with my notebook in hand. Of course, the table quieted when I appeared beside it. It was only after I explained myself and told them what I was hoping to learn that they started to open up to me, some students even waiting expectantly for their turn at my ear. I found it refreshing, in a way, after the enthusiastic but dry interviews I’d conducted that morning. 

Before I name any names, I want to make it clear that all of those names have been changed to protect the identities of both the minors who have assisted me and of other individuals who would rather not be associated with my article or larger publication. I make this clear because I have to, but I word it in this way because Andrew (which is not his name) didn’t believe that I would and threatened to read my article to ensure that I had. The fiend. I hope that you enjoyed the lengthy passage above, Andrew (which is not his name), which I’m assuming that you had to read to find this disclaimer, and that the disclaimer itself met your expectations. 

The first student to answer me, I will call Josephine. They were bracketed on either side by school friends and soft drinks, and the longer we talked, the more of their friends joined in to add details or contradictions, the more enthusiastic they became. Josephine told me that The Lurch was a local legend, a so-called cryptid that the teenagers used to scare younger kids around town. I asked if that meant that they didn’t believe in The Lurch, but they shook their head and told me that they did. Rather, they told me that they did, almost. They wanted to believe in a flesh-eating monster living in the woods outside their town, but it was hard without any proof. When the story was so fantastic. I asked which parts of the story seemed fantastic, and a second student answered: “All of it.” 

Different students chimed in, some from adjacent booths. One said that The Lurch had arms but no legs, and I nodded. As there were no known species of animal with only one or the other, I took it down in my notebook. One said that The Lurch had no mouth and was shouted down by everyone at his table, who then insisted that eating small animals was a tenet of the legend and therefore it had to have a mouth. Nothing could survive without a mouth, they said, and he was forced to concede. I took it down in my notes regardless, interested in any variations to the story. You really can’t help but wonder how a creature might eat small animals without one, even if it is irrelevant. Others told me that my investigation was a waste of time, as The Lurch couldn’t have been real. When I asked what they meant, one of the students told me very matter-of-factly that if pets were going missing with any real frequency then they would have heard about it by now. I had to agree. I made a note of it. 

I next asked if any of them had stories of encounters with The Lurch. None present had personal experience, but I heard six stories in that diner. The rough outline of each, with variations only on minor details, involved someone (whose name was a topic of debate among the group) stumbling upon a creature which dragged itself along the ground in the middle of a meal. The observer would hide themselves, and in the disgusting fashion of any good story about a monster they would hear the blood-curdling screams of The Lurch’s victim. Of the six stories, five took place at night. The sixth wasn’t popular with the students, who insisted that if someone had seen The Lurch in a gas station parking lot during regular business hours then it would have been all over the news. 

I asked before I left if any of the students had ever heard of The Lurch eating humans. Every one of them had, but they assured me that somebody at school must have made that up to scare elementary schoolers. They couldn’t answer when I asked who had done it. I wasn’t about to try to interview elementary schoolers, either. That lead was a bust, but I didn’t cross the note off of my list. It was part of the greater story, and I hadn’t gotten to the bottom of it yet. 

I spent the next morning interviewing employees at the Trailhead ecology center. It was small, and it was closed when I arrived. Both employees had jobs at a university out of town, but lived in Trailhead and maintained the center for local outreach and coordination with the Trailhead school district. I was interested in animals that could be found locally, more specifically local predators. How they could have impressed themselves into the local consciousness as a monster. The employees were very helpful, but I couldn’t make any determinations based on what they told me about local carnivorans. Hoping to make any progress at all I inquired after any animals that may have only forelegs, but they had no knowledge of any animals like that in the area. I thanked them and returned to my last haunt: the diner.

It took some convincing, and then a little more convincing by way of a cash bribe, but I found a group of teenagers willing to take me up the mountain. On my insistence, Josephine’s older brother agreed to come along. His name is not Andrew, and he used to frequent trails up the mountain before he settled into his career at the local auto repair. He was skeptical of my motivations until I reminded him that I was a strange woman paying a handful of teenagers to follow me into the woods, and agreed very quickly after that. 

There were five of us in all when we met for our first leg of the search; myself, Andrew, Josephine, Charlotte, and Nathan. None claimed to have seen The Lurch themselves, but the students wanted to see what I found-- if I found anything --and were more familiar with the woods than I. Josephine and Nathan alternated leading the charge, conferring with one-another before deciding which forking path to take or how far to stray off of it. Saturday and Sunday we found nothing at all, picking our way up the trails with our eyes on the ground for any evidence of a body crashing through the undergrowth or of animals that body might have eaten. We managed three trails in one afternoon, turning back when we deemed we’d gone too far. 

It’s poor investigation, but our determination of ‘too far’ was arbitrary. I am no woodsman, and while the trails were beautiful they were also very boring and offered little by way of tracking a monster which may or may not have existed based on very little evidence of behavior. Charlotte shared my opinion, and on the third day of our search she decided to discontinue her involvement with the investigation. I racked my brain for information that might prove more forthcoming but came up empty-handed. 

The students had a test on Thursday for which they needed to prepare, so on Wednesday I languished in my motel room and tried to make sense of my findings. I don’t go into these situations expecting to find a monster or a creature; it’s even rare for me to arrive expecting an animal. After all of my interviews and days in the woods I still had little evidence. The stories were consistent, but was this a hint of fact or a story that had been concentrated by time and tale? I didn’t want to admit that there was nothing to find, even though all of the signs seemed to be telling me so. Like something stuck in my teeth I couldn’t help but think about The Lurch. It was possible that someone had made it up, passed it around until it became a local legend, but something as absurd as a creature of flesh, subsisting on any meat it could find and dragging itself along the ground, with very few, relatively plain second-hand accounts of encounters hardly had so much sticking power in the public consciousness as The Lurch seemed to have in Trailhead. Even children grow bored of tall tales eventually, but The Lurch persisted like it were being told in a round. I left the motel to perform more interviews. If I went further from the motel, if I could find a grocery store or a neighborhood park, maybe I might find someone who knew more. 

I didn’t make it to the grocery store, but I found myself passing an auto repair shop. Directionless and curious, I paid a visit to Andrew. He was in the middle of something when I let myself into the open garage, elbows-deep in someone’s chassis. 

I asked Andrew if he knew of anyone who might know more about The Lurch, its habits or its diet or its location. I explained my fruitless research at the ecology center and I told him that I was ready to branch out-- that perhaps there were parents who knew more, or otherwise older members of the community. 

Andrew seemed uncertain for a moment, but he admitted that he hadn’t been entirely honest with me. Now that I write it down, I wonder if my comment about students’ families seemed accusatory. I was frustrated, but I wasn’t angry; often in my line of work people will withhold information out of fear of looking foolish, or superstitious. I don’t mean to sound proud when I tell you that I know I am embarrassing company to keep. He didn’t need additional prompting to begin his story, which I dutifully took down in my notebook. 

He was in high school at the time, senior year, with finals preparation in full swing. He told me that he would regularly be awake past midnight to study or whittle away at essays for his college applications, and that if he recalled correctly this occurred at just past one in the morning. From his parents’ kitchen he could see out the wide front window and onto the lawns of his neighbors across the street. He told me that he wouldn’t have seen it at all if the bulb of a streetlamp hadn’t burst while he stood at the refrigerator. After the initial flash and the sudden flood of darkness in its wake, leaning in against the glass of the window Andrew could see something on the ground. It could have been a trash bag, or it could have been a person. A darker lump in a dark space. 

He told me that what he did next was stupid, and I’m inclined to agree. Andrew opened the front door. 

He recalled a wave of heat, not moist like the air in the late spring that it would have been but dry and thready like the heat of an oven. It came over him on the breeze and died down again when the air stilled, but he could still feel it radiating from yards away. As his eyes adjusted Andrew stepped further out of the house and down the lawn. The lump he’d seen from the window was taking on no clearer shape the more the moonlight fell across it or how much closer he came to it, but he could hear the scratch of something moving over the grass and feel the same strange heat on his face and arms. 

The closer to the creature he came, the more unbearable that heat became. He described a choking feeling, the hot air uncomfortable in his nose and mouth. There was a point where he could move no closer, and I’m thankful that he didn’t. What he next described I have taken down word-for-word so that I don’t twist the events to fit my own perception.

Andrew said: “I couldn’t step onto the sidewalk because it was too hot to approach. I could feel the heat burning my toes through my shoes. It just didn’t seem safe. Instead I walked further down the street, kind of, I guess, parallel to the sidewalk. It was making that rustling, like it was dragging itself, and I heard something smacking into the ground. It was moving so slowly I didn’t notice at first, but it really was dragging itself forward. I could see thin shadows where I thought it must have arms-- or legs. Limbs. I think that it was pulling itself by its fingers. I didn’t have a long time to think about it, because all of a sudden the thing shot across two lawns like it was nothing. It moved so fast that I almost lost it, but I didn’t try to follow it. Something yowled, like a cat-- it was a cat --and it hissed and it screamed, and I could hear something like a release of steam. I didn’t even get a good look at the thing, but I went back inside.”

After locking his front door, Andrew returned to the halo of light in his kitchen. He told me that his skin was red, like a sunburn, and felt warm to the touch. The next day Andrew walked to school with a friend who lived down the street, and as they passed the lawns crossed by The Lurch he noticed that the grass was scorched and blackened in an uneven trail, fish-hooking onto the street and disappearing. Andrew finished his story by admitting that one of his friends at the time, another student at Trailhead Public High School, had shared the story behind his back. 

It wasn’t a long story, but it was a first-hand account of a creature that, until that point, I had only glimpsed through hearsay. As these stories often do, it rippled out from the high school and into the middle school, the elementary school, into children’s homes. His encounter had been scrubbed clean out of the story over the years, iterations replacing him with anything from the school janitor to a friend’s younger sister, the cat with any imaginable animal, and the location was lost in the same way. The suffocating heat, though, was a detail I hadn’t heard before.

“Unless it wasn’t,” I said, implying that the stories of other encounters may have come out following his own, and that in the natural way of things they had twined together. I don’t know if he caught my meaning, but I didn’t give him the time to ask if he did not. 

Something about Andrew’s words had struck a chord with something else I had noticed about the town of Trailhead, Pennsylvania. It was something easy to shrug off until that point, an aesthetic choice, maybe, or a practical one for the sake of maintaining aesthetics. I wrote while I was speaking, brain on fire with possibility. “There are a lot of bricks in Trailhead, for a tourist town whose draw is nature trails.” He seemed to be realizing it for the first time, himself. Even after speculation we don’t know what this means for the town, but we can guess. You can’t see a smoldering trail in the grass if there is no grass to burn. Unsure of where to proceed, I said my farewell to Andrew and returned to my motel room. If I could take him at his word, who was to say that The Lurch was in the forest at all? Maybe I was on the wrong trail. Maybe I needed to reconsider my understanding of the story. 

It snowed overnight. Not an incredible amount, but surely enough to obscure whatever trail we might find based on what Andrew had told me the night before. The snow would cover everything I’d thought to look for, in fact, and so it was no surprise when our group reconvened at the edge of the forest that everyone seemed a bit chafed. They’d had the same reservations as myself, but after some convincing we began our search again. Our next trail would be half-way up one which we’d already explored, a branch we hadn’t had time to follow on Tuesday. 

Even the trails themselves were harder to follow in the snow, light as it was. The trail was marked at its head by a colored tree marker, but past that point only the footpath led hikers on. Nathan and Josephine occupied themselves by scouting ahead, looking for landmarks that would naturally lead hikers around the path. Andrew walked between myself and the students, as I lingered occasionally to theorize in my notebook. The next hour passed in much the same way that every previous search had, with no clear evidence and no clear trail to follow. However, in the next hour, Nathan pulled our small group to a halt. 

Some ways off the trail, the soft blanket of snow simply stopped. In a small enough patch this would have meant very little to us, but for as far as we could see the ground was brown and dry. We approached and eventually stepped into this patch of leaves. I exchanged a glance with Andrew. It was warm enough here to melt the snow. 

I led the group, now, trying to measure every change in temperature. The air was warming the further we walked, something I was tracking to the best of my ability in my notebook. The air wasn’t humid, but flat and dry; without wind. The dead leaves, which had until this point been soaked underfoot by the snow, were now curling in on themselves as they were leached of moisture. I told Andrew that the radius of heat was much larger than I anticipated, but didn’t share any more of his story with the students nearby. The rest of the walk was under a heavy air of excitement and a blanket of worsening heat. The hotter it got, the harder it was to avoid tearing off my winter coat, the closer we got to The Lurch. 

Walking ahead, I saw the creature first. It was a mass of solid flesh, emanating heat without disrupting the air around it. I stood in its scorched trail, surrounded by the unburning, blackened detritus it had pulled itself over. I moved closer to examine it.

You’ll forgive me, but from this point on I can hardly read my shorthand. The carefully constructed narrative ends here, and I’ll be supplementing what I can not read from my memory. I’ve done my best to lay everything out as objectively as I can, but my words will doubtlessly be tinged by the effect that these events had on me as a participant. As a journalist my words and meaning are always a point of contention, the fingers of an agenda never far from mine on the keyboard, but I want you to understand that everything I write here is true and to the best of my recollection. 

It was much larger than I imagined it to be. Its size was contested in every iteration of the story, and in Andrew’s it had been no larger than a person. In front of me, its flat body could have been the length of a school bus and the width of two. As Andrew had told me the night before, the air was almost suffocatingly hot this close to the mass. It moved and churned but I could see no musculature underneath. Across what I must call its back for the sake of clarity it bubbled like it were boiling, the skin popping without breaking, only disturbing the long wefts of hair that were pulled underneath the surface, or else pushed through it. Closest to me on the ground I could see the ends of the grass and the crusting of dead leaves blackening. In its center, the mass roiling around the trunks of trees singed them without settling light to them. I was focused both on watching this creature for every detail my eyes could absorb and on scribbling down my notes-- its physical features but also the smokeless, hot air, the way it unsettled physics itself --and so I did not notice its slow roll towards the toe of my boot. I was very close to it, and it pulled in and pressed out over the ground as it moved. Andrew took my shoulder to pull me back before it could touch me. I started. 

It’s strange to break objectivity so late into the story, or even so far into my career, but at that moment I felt that The Lurch was looking at me. It recognized that I was standing there and it turned its eyeless gaze onto me. It may have been fear clouding my senses, so you can choose to read on and disregard me, but I felt like I was in its headlights. My throat felt like it had caught fire and I couldn’t tear my dry eyes away, nor could I move anything else. The mass jolted over the ground, and from its far edge I could see thin, boney arms pull into view. Its fingers dug into the leaf litter and it heaved itself towards me. Too close to its now rioting body, I was already in its grip. 

I didn’t see what happened, but I could feel its flesh closing over my foot and squeezing. Through my shoe my foot started to burn. The sensation climbed up my ankle and it started to pull on me, strong and fast though it had no momentum to draw on. 

Andrew pulled me out of the mass. It took him some time, which I know because it was only his hard grip around my shoulders and waist that grounded me in space. I had nothing outside of physical sensation: just the stifling of my breath, the heat and pressure as The Lurch tried to absorb my foot, and the rough tug that pulled me free. 

I was not carried down the mountain. We didn’t have the time. For minutes we ran-- Andrew and myself bringing up the rear while Nathan and Josephine crashed down the trail some feet ahead of us. We stopped at one point, realizing that the oppressive heat was gone. All was quiet in the woods around us, and we’d re-emerged into the brisk cold of the snow, the typical Pennsylvania winter. There was no way to know if The Lurch was still following, or if it even could at this distance. We descended more slowly after that, one or the other of the group supporting me as I hobbled down the trail, but we didn’t stop again. The threat of what was behind us hung heavy in our memories and we didn’t want answers to our questions.

As I write this my ankle is elevated, wrapped in a bag of ice which is itself wrapped in a towel. I’m unsure whether or not I’ll take it to the hospital. It’s painful, and red as anything and sure to bruise, but I managed the walk to my motel the same way that Andrew presumably managed to drive himself and the children home. I look at it, propped in a nest of motel pillows that I can see cresting over the edge of my laptop, and I have to wonder how I feel about knowing without a shadow of doubt that The Lurch exists. My life has been dedicated to the origins of local legends for so long, but it must be years since I’ve thought about the reality of monsters. Am I excited? Perhaps I will be once the shock of my encounter has worn off. Perhaps I won’t be, when the reality of what The Lurch will mean for Trailhead and its surroundings sets in.

I’ve contacted the local news network-- I’ve emailed them. I even emailed the networks of the towns surrounding Trailhead. It’s very late at night, and even if they do respond in the morning I am not hopeful that they’ll be receptive to what I have to say. Regardless, I must get the word out. The Lurch is coming down the mountain and it is crawling towards Trailhead, Pennsylvania. Its progress is slow but it will arrive. I don’t know what, if anything, can be done to stop it. I implore you to begin making plans to leave Trailhead before it is too late.

[whiteqnn]

PURE [3] - Corpse Husband x Fem! Reader

A/N: Over 1 thousand notes. You guys are insane. I can’t see any other explanation.

Thank you so much for all the love and support under the previous parts, all those comments just absolutely made my day! I would never expect this story to receive such a positive feedback, which I’m extremely grateful for! 

Anyway, I decided to add some additional plot to this story - mainly, the sudden criticism and hate directed on Y/N after the last Among Us stream. I thought it would make things more interesting.

That being said, I hope you enjoy the third part ^^

part 1

part 2 

part 4 

part 5

PURE [3]

Y/N stared at her phone screen, reading through the latest tweets of her friends inviting their fans to watch their streams. It was Thursday evening and just as it was planned, everyone was getting ready for another game of Among Us. Just as she would do if it wasn’t for all those comments...

The last stream caused sudden, unexpected amounts of attention on her social media. She probably shouldn’t be that surprised by it, given the fact that by appearing in Sean’s and Felix’s videos she wasn’t all that strange to their fans. But people who watched Rae, Toast, or Corpse’s streams didn’t know her. And apparently, some of them weren’t that happy to see a new face among the group of well-known gamers. 

She always tried to avoid the unnecessary spotlight as much as she could, preferring to stay hidden somewhere behind other, much more popular streamers. And it never bothered her. She was never one to enjoy too much attention anyway.

That’s why when she discovered how upset, or even angry, some people were when she played with all those famous streamers, she was quite shocked, to say the least. 

Like all those comments under Poki’s tweet, in which she mentioned who’s gonna be playing this time...

“Duh, why’s that Y/N chick supposed to play with them again? There are at least hundreds of other, much more popular streamers I can think of who would be better than her.”

“Who the fuck is she anyway? Why’s she there?”

“lmao, some random girl who got lucky enough to know jacksepticeye. Don’t get why she’s playing with them though.”

“NOT HER AGAIN. I SWEAR TO GOD SHE WAS SO FUCKING ANNOYING LAST TIME”

Sure, she wasn’t as famous as Felix, or Sean, or Rae, or anyone else for that matter. Her audience wasn’t very small, but it was nothing compared to the number of fans other YouTubers had. It was understandable that most people didn’t know who she was, and didn’t understand why she was there in the first place.

She was, in fact, just some random girl who was lucky to have Sean as her friend. But in a group of such great and well-known streamers, she definitely stood out like a sore thumb. 

Y/N almost jumped in her seat when her phone beeped with a new message, Sean’s nickname showing up at the top of her screen. 

Jackaboy: We’re starting in a few kiddo

Jackaboy: But join the call now so we can both make fun of Felix

After the last game, she was so excited and couldn’t wait for this evening. She looked forward to cooperating with Sykkuno again, to arguing with Toast, to laughing with Sean and Felix, to murdering other people with Corpse... Yet now, all this excitement seemed to vanish just like the mood to play, let alone talk with other people. They would surely see right through her and try to make her spill the beans, which would ruin the stream. And the last thing she wanted was to ruin their game.

Jackaboy: You there Y/N??

She sighed, thinking of some believable excuse that wouldn’t arouse suspicion, but her mind was flooded with all those comments and DMs she received over those past days, which expressed nothing but hatred towards her. 

Y/N: I’m really sorry Sean, but I don’t think I will be joining you today... I don’t feel very well. 

She waited for Sean’s reply impatiently, expecting him to send her some angry emoji or tell her to move her ass and join the discord call. What she didn’t expect though, was that he would facetime her. 

Her first instinct was to throw her phone across the room as if it would make Sean stop calling. He wouldn’t stop unless she’d tell him the truth. 

So she cleared her throat and plastered the widest smile on her face, before answering his call.

“Alright, what is going on?” Sean asked right away, staring at her with his brows furrowed. He wasn’t in his recording room, but in his kitchen, which meant that he left his stream to call her. “And please don’t tell me you’re sick cause I won’t believe it anyway. And neither will Pewds.”

“I’m tired, Sean... I was working late again and I really need to rest.” she lied, trying to keep her voice steady and calm. She really didn’t want Sean to interrogate her now, not when his fans were waiting for him. “I’m sure you’ll find someone else though. Please tell the guys that I’m sorry”

“Y/N, c’mon, cut this bullshit. What’s wrong?” he asked softly, moving his phone closer to his face. “You know you’re a terrible liar, just tell me what happened. If you don’t wanna play then neither do I.”

“Sean, please don’t do it” she shook her head with a sigh. “Your fans are waiting for you, I’ll be fine.”

“Well they’re waiting for you too you dummy, I already promised them you’ll be playing with us tonight” he stated matter of factly, rolling his eyes. Y/N remained silent for a moment, and Sean suddenly furrowed his brows, narrowing his eyes at her in a suspicious look. “Did someone tell you something rude last time we played? Who and what?”

“What? No, Sean, oh my God. Everyone was super nice, it has nothing to do with the last stream... not with you guys, at least.” she mumbled under her breath, dropping her eyes from Sean’s confused face.

“What do you mean not with you guys? Y/N, what the hell happened?” he demanded, slowly getting more and more worried. She wouldn’t tell him though, too scared that Sean would just laugh it off, even though he also sometimes had problems with dealing with hate. And just as if he was reading her mind, Sean sighed, his face softening in a sad smile. “You’ve read the comments, didn’t you?”

She felt so stupid for being so easily offended by comments of some random people on the Internet, that she just nodded her head meekly, still looking anywhere but at the man. 

“Look kiddo... I’m not gonna tell you to get yourself together and just ignore them, cause it won’t help, and I know cause I’ve been there. Hell, I’m still there.” he chuckled to himself and continued “Anyway, you really shouldn’t be worrying yourself about people who don’t even know you. They don’t know you, Y/N, why would some complete stranger’s opinion matter to you?”

“They said I shouldn’t be playing with you guys... that I’m nothing but a burden and you should be playing with someone who’s at least recognizable.”

“Well excuse me Miss, last time I checked I could choose who the fuck I want to play with.” Sean scoffed, clearly irritated by such comments “You’re one of my best friends Y/N and I don’t give a fuck what some haters say. And neither should you.”

“Maybe you should just invite someone else... It would make everyone happy.” she muttered almost inaudibly, but Sean almost barked at her when he heard her words.

“I told you to cut that bullshit, Y/N! Everyone couldn’t wait for this game and now you wanna back out? C’mon, kid. Do you have any idea how heartbroken Sykkuno’s gonna be? When you left so quickly last time, he kept complaining that he has no one to team up with.” she couldn’t help but smile at that, letting out a tiny giggle. “And Corpse? Have you even seen his last tweet?”

“What? No, I- I don’t follow him...” she said, wondering what Sean was talking about. She quickly searched for Corpse on Twitter, still being on facetime with Sean, and her heart almost dropped when she saw the last tweet.

@.Corpse_Husband Really excited for tonight’s Among Us stream, 8PM PST.

Jacksepticeye

Valkyrae

Pewdiepie

Pokimane

Sykkuno

Disguised Toast 

Logic 

Mr Beast

and, hopefully, my partner in crime - Little Y/N 

:)

She stared at the screen with her eyes widened, and her lips corners curling up in a small, bashful smile. It was so nice of Corpse to mention her as well, especially with the nickname that he seemed to like so much since their last game. 

“God, if you could see yourself right now. How’s it that my pep talk didn’t do shit, but Corpse’s tweet magically made you smile, ugh.” Sean reminded her of his presence, and she quickly returned to the call, trying to somehow control her burning cheeks. 

“It’s not like that, Sean, I really appreciate that you’re trying to cheer me up... I just didn’t expect your friends to like me...” she admitted quietly, and if Sean could, he would probably strangle her at that moment. 

“I JUST TOLD YOU THAT SYKKUNO KEPT BUGGING ME ABOUT YOU FOR TWO FUCKING HOURS. YOU THINK HE WOULD TALK ABOUT YOU IF HE DIDN’T LIKE YOU?!”

“I just... what if they’re just being nice, but they don’t actually want me to play with them?”

“I’m done.” Sean groaned, shaking his head furiously. “Alright, here’s what you’re gonna do. You stay away from your phone, join the discord call, say hi to everyone, and we’re all gonna have fun, okay? If not, Pewds is gonna murder you, cause he was already growing impatient even before I called you.”

“I’m still not sure if that’s a good idea, Sean...”

“But I am sure, Y/N! Now come on, we’re playing in five. I’m telling everyone you’re joining as well.”

And before she could even reply, he hung up. Y/N groaned, rushing to her computer to turn it on. Now it would just be plain rude not to join the game, especially after Sean wasted his time talking with her, while he should be talking to his fans. Just as he suggested, she kept her phone far away from her desk, deciding to stay away from Twitter and all those comments for a bit. Maybe it would help her clear her mind and at least try to have some fun. 

An invite to the group call was already waiting for her, along with a message from Sean with a code to the game. Y/N put her headphones on before joining the call and quickly typing in the code. 

“... so let me repeat myself. I ALWAYS sound guilty, no matter what. Please, guys, don’t vote me out!” 

Y/N shook her head with a smile on her lips when the first thing she heard after joining the call was Felix’s pleading voice. Clearly, he was already trying to save his own ass even before the game began.

 Y/N could hear Sean’s loud voice as he commented on Felix’s plea with some snarky remark, later also catching the sounds of Rae’s laughter. Everyone was already there, they’ve been clearly waiting for her to join. 

“Hey, look who’s finally here! Hi Y/N!” Poki noticed her presence first. 

“Hello everyone” Y/N said, as shy and quiet as usual.

“Oh, Y/N! It’s so great to see you again, I was worried you weren’t joining us tonight” Sykkuno said, a pout clear in his voice. 

“WELL ABOUT DAMN TIME” Felix all but yelled, making her roll her eyes with a smile. “What did I tell you about being late?!”

“Give her a break Felix, her mic wasn’t working again... Luckily, I was there to save the damsel in distress” Sean said, and even though she couldn’t see him, Y/N was almost certain that he was smirking. 

“Yeah, I’m really sorry guys to have kept you waiting so long...” Y/N said, feeling genuinely bad. Maybe Sean was right after all? They could have just invited someone else, and yet they decided to wait for her.  

“It’s okay, you’re here now and it’s all that matters” a deep voice sounded out, and whether she liked it or not, Y/N grinned like an idiot with a blush rising up her cheeks. 

“Shit, here we go again...” Felix sighed, making everyone else laugh. Y/N bit at her lower lip, feeling her heart thump in her chest as she felt a sudden wave of courage, deciding to speak up despite her initial shyness:

“Well... I couldn’t just leave my partner in crime alone, right?” she asked, and she could swear she heard Corpse stutter as if he completely didn’t expect her to say that.  

“Ah yes, after all, killing wouldn’t be the same without her, right Corpse?” Toast teased, repeating Corpse’s words from the last stream. Everyone in the call laughed, Y/N included. She couldn’t stop herself from smiling, even though just mere minutes ago she was on the verge of crying. “It’s good to have you here, Y/N/N. Maybe I’ll actually get a chance to finally kill you this time.”

“Jesus Christ, Toast. You sound like a psychopath. Hey, I’m happy you’re here, lemme stab you in the back, please?” someone whose nickname was MrBeast spoke up with a chuckle, before directing his next words to Y/N “I believe we haven’t played together before, I’m Mr Beast, it’s really nice to meet you Y/N”

“Yeah, pleased to meet you!” another player, Logic, spoke up “I also didn’t have a chance to play with you yet, but I’ve seen Sean’s last stream... Let me just say, that Toast murder was absolutely perfect!” 

“Wow. And here I almost managed to block it out. I’m fucking traumatized Y/N, you should be ashamed of yourself” Toast scoffed over Felix’s laughter. 

“You should be proud of yourself!” Sean interfered “Just so you know lads, Y/N may seem like a little angel, but she’s a little demon. You’ve been warned.” 

“Yeah, she’ll charm you with her voice only to snap your neck next second.” Felix scoffed.

“Just like she did with Corpse!” 

“Charm?!” Y/N gasped, her cheeks burning.

“I don’t recall Y/N killing me...” Corpse said in his low voice. 

“I love how that’s the only thing he denied” Poki pointed out in a teasing voice, which only made Y/N sink further into her chair. 

“Can we please start the game now?” she asked in a pleading voice, hoping that everyone would stop making fun of Corpse and her. She could only imagine how uncomfortable he felt, for some reason being the target of their jokes... They must’ve made him feel awkward, right? 

“Jack, did you tell Y/N how we’re playing tonight?” Sykkuno asked, and she sighed in relief that they dropped the jokes. 

“Oh, right! So there’s this mod called proximity chat, where we’re able to hear each other as we pass by another person, and it seems quite fun so that’s what we decided to try out tonight.” Sean explained to Y/N, and before she could ask another question, he added “I’ve just sent you the link, it’ll take a minute to install it.”

“Oh, okay. Thank you Sean” Y/N said, before downloading the mod and quickly installing it. When everything was set and ready, she pulled up Among Us again and typed in the code, and the game finally began. 

“Woah”

“Holy shit!” 

“Guys this is so cool!” Sykkuno exclaimed, his voice so happy and excited that Y/N couldn’t help but giggle. 

“Okay, I’m scared now. I feel like encounters with Imposter are just gonna be perfectly cut screams” Felix chuckled, as they left the dropship and moved down the map. That’s when Y/N gasped in surprise, upon seeing the locations completely different than those she was used to.

“Wait- is that a different map?” she asked through her mic, hearing Toast’s distanced, devilish laugh. There was only Rae and Sykkuno beside her, as everyone else have already split up to do their tasks.

“Oh yeah, that’s Polus, it’s much more fun than the one we were playing in last time.” Rae explained happily and Y/N groaned. She didn’t know that map.

“Great. I don’t even know how am I supposed to do tasks in here...”

“Oh, it’s not that hard. They’re in most cases similar to those you already know, they only look a little bit different.” Sykkuno said in his kind voice, before asking “Do you want to team up again, Y/N?”

“I thought you would never ask Sykkuno” Rae chuckled under her breath.

“Yeah, that would be great! I need someone to show me around” she smiled. The trio finally moved from their spot beside the dropship and went to the left where, as Y/N later realized, was electrical. She quickly did her task in there, being under the watchful eyes of both Sykkuno and Rae.  

Before the latter could do his own task, the first body was reported.

“The body is in the lab” Felix said, and Y/N couldn’t help but smirk as she saw that it was Toast who was murdered first. One less person to accuse her or try to frame her, if he was the Imposter. 

“I just ran towards the lab from the left side, I only saw Poki on my way there” Corpse said right away, and the accused girl was quick to try and defend herself:

“Okay, I wasn’t in the lab, I was doing that engines task which is next to the lab.” 

“Did you see someone else there?” Jack questioned. 

“Nope, just me and the engines.” 

“Okay. Sykkuno, where are you?” the lime astronaut was next on Jack’s list of suspects, which made Sykkuno groan. 

“Why do you sound so suspicious right away?” he asked in disbelief, causing the rest to giggle “I was with Y/N and Rae all this time, we were all doing our tasks in electrical.”

“Is that true Y/N?”

“Yes Sean, that is true” she rolled her eyes with a laugh “I don’t even know this map, I have to stick with someone so I don’t end up like Toast.”

“Alright, what about rest? Logic? I think I saw you in admin but then you disappeared somewhere.” Felix said.

“Yeah I’m with Mr Beast in the office”

“That’s right” Mr Beast confirmed, which didn’t bring anything new to the investigation, so everyone decided to skip.

“Wo- Okay where are we now?” Y/N asked in surprise, when the new round began in some completely new place Sykkuno didn’t manage to show her yet. She could hear as Corpse laughed at her shocked voice, which made her smile widely.

“Yeah, I’m also not used to this new map yet” he admitted, his black astronaut walking up to her white one “Hey, wanna see something cool?”

“Sure!”

-

*Meanwhile Sykkuno*

“Okay this is bad guys, we lost Y/N” Sykkuno said to his mic, running around the map to find the girl he was earlier teamed up with. “I thought she followed us when the new round began, but she must’ve gone the other way... What if she’s dead already? Not good, not good...” 

-

"Woah! This looks amazing! Is there some task here as well?”

“Yes, there’s temperature recording right here” Corpse said, standing by the lava pit, watching as Y/N’s character ran back and forth over the pool of lava. 

“I wonder if you could jump into it. What do you think, Corpse?” she asked curiously, standing close to the edge. 

“Not that I’m aware of it...” he mumbled coming closer to the edge as well “Why would you jump into it?” he asked with a half-smile on his face. 

“So Felix can’t stab me in the back.” she whispered, even though there was no one around them. 

“You think it’s him?” Corpse mirrored her voice, and she hummed in response “Why?”

“He’s constantly suspicious of everyone, last time we played he also kept interrogating us all, without even telling his own location.” she stated as if it was very obvious. Corpse couldn’t help but let out a laugh “What? Why are you laughing at me?”

“Not at you, Y/N. I’m just impressed by your investigation skills” he admitted “In that case, we better both jump in. Felix likes to frame other people.”

“You wanna jump into the lava with me?”

“Sure I do.”

“There you are!” Sykkuno’s lime astronaut came out of nowhere, followed by Mr Beast. Two of them walked up to Y/N and Corpse, and before the latter could even say anything, Mr Beast snapped Y/N’s neck.

“WAIT, NO-”

“OH GOD, OH GOD” Sykkuno yelled in panic.

“KILL HIM CORPSE” Mr Beast screamed, frantically running around.

-

“What the heck?” Y/N stared at her screen in shock, her dead body laying over the lava pit. Mr Beast had already fled to the left, leaving her, Sykkuno and Corpse standing between two of them. None of them said anything for a moment before the black astronaut finally spoke up.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N” he kept repeating, regret clear in his voice. “And Sykkuno, I- I can’t even express how-”

He was cut off by Felix’s scream, who reported the bodies before Corpse could kill him as well.

“IT’S CORPSE ALRIGHT” Felix yelled right away “HE’S STANDING OVER Y/N AND SYKKUNO, HE HAS THEIR BLOOD ON HIS HANDS”

“That is- I did not kill them” Corpse replied, calm as ever, as opposed to his frantic apologies. 

“Then why were you standing there?! Without reporting the bodies?!”

“I was... mourning their death.” he replied, which caused the whole group to burst out laughing. “Seriously guys, you think I would murder Sykkuno? And Y/N? I would never even think of hurting them.”

“The simp is strong, we get it, but it doesn’t really save your situation” Rae laughed. 

“Let’s kick him out guys, he can’t even defend himself” Sean chuckled, and everyone else didn’t need to be told twice. Soon enough, Y/N watched as Corpse’s black astronaut was thrown into the lava pit... Oh, the irony...

The game continued with her wandering around the map, doing the rest of her tasks to at least support somehow her fellow crewmates. She stumbled upon Corpse’s ghost at some point and laughed wholeheartedly when he started circling her little character in something she read as an attempt to apologize. 

A little while later another body was reported, this time it was Felix who lost his life. Y/N didn’t really focus on the conversation this time, glancing at her phone instead. There was this urge to reach for it and check how people reacted to her joining the game, but she kept repeating Sean’s words in her head. There was no point in worrying about the opinion of somebody who doesn’t even know her... or at least that’s what she tried to convince herself to think. 

Her attention was brought back to the game when she heard the sound of a new message from someone who was also dead. She clicked on the chat, seeing that it was one of the Impostors.

Corpse: :(

Corpse: I’m sorry 

Y/N thought it was sweet of him to apologize for it, even though it was his main goal to murder everyone after all. She believed he was genuinely sorry for it, just like she was each time she was an Impostor and had to kill somebody.

Sykkuno: Welcome to the afterlife, Corpse!

She laughed at Sykkuno’s constant happiness, which was evident even in his messages, before typing one as well:

Y/N: We’re all corpse here

Sykkuno: Oh, so it means we’re all really cool then ^^

Y/N: Fair point

Corpse: See Y/N

Corpse: I told you I would jump into the lava for you 

Y/N: You didn’t exactly jump...

Corpse: :(

Y/N: But let’s say it counts as well :)

Corpse: :)

Before they knew, the voting ended. Mr Beast was thrown into the lava, which ultimately lead to the victory of crewmates. Y/N cheered happily, when the blue sign appeared on her screen, right above everyone else who was innocent. 

“Yaaay, the first time I wasn’t killed in the first game!” Sean announced enthusiastically, his astronaut running around the dropship.

“Yeah, and the first time it went so fast...” 

“Right? Corpse, I’m disappointed in you. What happened to the King of Impostors?” Rae asked.

“Well.. no matter how good you are, you can’t always win, right?” Corpse replied calmly.

“Hmm, you seemed kinda absent-minded during the game, though...” Poki suggested with a smirk hiding in her voice, and Rae was very quick to pick on it.

“Oh, you’ve noticed that too? Almost as if he was distracted by something” 

“I don’t know what are you talking about” he chuckled nervously, and Y/N just sat in her chair confused about what was going on. “Anyway, who’s up for another round?” 

“Yeah, I have an idea” Sean said, effectively shutting everyone up “What if we play something along the lines of hide and seek? Let’s have one impostor, and everyone else needs to get their tasks done before he finds them.”

“That is...” Felix took in a dramatic breath “THE BEST THING I’VE EVER HEARD ABOUT”

“Yeah, I think it will be fun” Sykkuno replied. 

“It sounds really cool, but let’s maybe tell who’s the impostor? I think it would be more fair” Rae suggested. 

“I think it’s a good idea” Sean concluded, before changing the settings for one impostor only. Y/N waited patiently for the game to begin, and when she saw that she was a crewmate again, she sighed in relief. Only to gasp in a panic a second later...

“It’s me.”

Everyone stumbled out of the dropship as Corpse admitted that he’s the impostor. It seemed that knowing exactly who can murder everyone made the whole game a little bit terrifying...

“I don’t know where the heck I’m going” Y/N mumbled to herself with a nervous laugh when instead of doing her tasks, she searched for the perfect place to hide. When she entered security, she spotted Mr Beast fixing the wires, so she decided to join him.

“OH SHIT- god damn it, you scared me to death!” he all but yelled when she appeared next to him, doing her tasks. 

“Sorry” she giggled, quickly finishing the wires, before speeding out of the room. On her way to weapons, she stumbled across Felix’s dead body, and could hear some screaming in the background... but didn’t recognize who was murdered next. 

Y/N managed to do most of her tasks without meeting Corpse, whom she hoped not to see probably for the first time since they played together. She was just leaving decontamination when she heard Sean’s panicked laughter:

“...tee, bitches love me?”

“Wrong.” Corpse’s voice almost made her squeak in surprise, only to really scream when he suddenly snapped Sean’s neck. 

“Retreat, retreat!” Y/N laughed as she sped past oblivious Rae and Logic, Corpse hot on her tail. She quickly returned to the decontamination room, hoping to flee from her inevitable death, when Corpse’s black astronaut walked in, and the door closed. 

“Please don’t kill me” she chuckled, even though there was no hope for her. 

“Finish my lyrics, and I’ll let you live...” he began, and Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion “ I spilt wine...”

“Wait- what lyrics? You sing?” she asked, completely dumbfounded. Corpse was silent for a moment as if he didn’t understand her, before bursting out laughing “What’s so funny again? Corpse, come on!” 

“Yes, Y/N, I do sing, I was actually hoping you’ve heard some of my songs...” he admitted, still chuckling to himself. She felt a blush rising up her cheeks.

“Oh- I- I didn’t, I-... but I will, okay? I’ll do it right away!” she promised, quickly jumping up to grab her phone and listen to Corpse’s song. She was genuinely shocked, she would never expect him to sing! 

 She unlocked her phone with a wide, somehow nervous smile on her face, which, however, dropped the moment she saw her notifications. Hundreds of notifications. 

“You there, Y/N?” Corpse’s voice reached her after a moment, when she still didn’t say anything, just kept looking at her screen. “I hope my music isn’t so bad that you passed out from listening to it...”

She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, her phone gripped tightly in her shaking hands.

“Um, Y/N?” his voice became more worried now “Is everything okay?” 

Y/N cleared her throat and quickly wiped her eyes, closing them for a moment to steady her breathing.

“Yeah, all good Corpse” she forced herself to smile, so her voice wouldn’t sound weird. “Look, um, I need to leave, can you tell the others bye from me?” 

“Is something wrong?” Corpse asked confused.

“No, of course not!” she laughed through her tears “Something just came up and I really need to leave.”

“You sure you’re-”

“Bye Corpse. It was nice playing with you.” 

-

A/N: I hope you guys are not too disappointed in me... It didn’t turn out as I initially thought it would. Isn’t it too dramatic? And is this hate plot fine? Or is it not? What do guys you think? 

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[storiesforallfandoms]

just hold me ~ yungblud

word count: 2206

request?: yes!

“Could you write a fluffy yungblud fic? Like maybe the reader has been going through a tough mental health time, and he helps? 🖤” 

description: after a week that is mentally trying, all she wants is for her boyfriend to hold her

pairing: yungblud x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

You know those weeks that just absolutely kick your ass? The ones that absolutely nothing is going right and it feels like nothing will ever go right?

Yeah, that was my week.

It started off by realizing that one of my assignments that I thought I had so much time to do was due that day, and I wasn’t even close to being finished. I tried to give my professor some bullshit reason to get an extension but she wouldn’t hear of it, and because I even tried to get an extension she told me she wouldn’t even take it late and marked the assignment as a zero. Then I got my schedule for work and found that they were starting to take shifts away from me. So many, in fact, that I’d be lucky if I was able to make rent and bills. Besides all of that, school was just kicking my ass in general. I was starting to fall behind in my classes but I was feeling so down about everything lately that I felt as though I couldn’t sit still to do any of my schoolwork.

I found myself hitting my breaking point after a particularly rough day at work. Customers were being more rude than usual and I had been run off my feet the entire day. I was clocking out for the day when my manager pulled me aside to talk to me.

“A customer complained about you,” she said, trying to keep her voice soft as she spoke. I knew my manager liked me enough, but she had this way of talking that always made her sound like she was angry.

“What?” I said. “When? For what?”

“Shortly before you clocked out. They were demanding to see the manager, so Julie came and got me and brought me to their table. They said you were being very rude to them and refused to serve them, and that you made Julie do it instead.”

I could not believe this.

I knew exactly what table my manager was talking about of course. It was a table of four - a man, a woman, and two teenaged looking kids. They were supposed to be my last table of the day before I was cut. I had only been there for maybe ten minutes before they started demanding a new server instead of me. They were asking me questions that I wasn’t too sure of about the food on the menu, and when I told them I could ask the kitchen so I could give them a proper answer, the man freaked at me and called me all sorts of awful names. He told me I was incompetent and he didn’t understand why the restaurant would hire someone who didn’t even know the “simplest of answers to simple questions”.

His poor kids looked so awkward over it. His wife basically ignored the whole situation and continued to look at her menu.

I had tried to remain as cool as I could but I could feel tears starting to well up in my eyes. I asked again if he wanted me to ask the kitchen about the questions he had, and he responded, “No, I want you to get me a server who can actually do their job.”

I got Julie, who had been working at the restaurant for roughly two years. I explained the situation to her and she told me I could get ready to clock out if I wanted to.

I guess between doing exactly what I was told by that rude table and finally getting the clock out, he had complained about me to Julie and to my manager and made up some stupid story to get me in trouble.

“Oh my God,” I sighed. “I swear to you, that is not the truth at all.”

“I know it’s not,” she assured me. “When Julie came to get me she explained the whole situation. Even if she didn’t, I’d know they were lying. You’re too nice and too kind to be rude to even an asshole table like them.” She sighed and gave me a sympathetic look. “But that gentleman was so furious that he demanded some kind of actions be taken. I told him nothing could be done besides maybe a note being put on your professional record.”

I didn’t understand what she was telling me at first, but when it dawned on me my heart fell to my stomach.

“No, no you can’t,” I said, trying to keep back the tears that starting to run down my face. “I wasn’t even rude to them, you can’t write me up for something I didn’t do.”

“And I’ll make a note of that in the write up,” she told me. “But for now it’s all I can do. You had a customer complain about you, it’s our company policy that we give employees write ups when we feel it’s the right thing to do.”

So she thinks it’s the right thing to to permanently stain your professional record, and to push you one step closer to being fired.

Before anything else could be said, I raced out of the doors into the parking lot. I covered my mouth to stifle my sobs until I got to my car. Once I was there, I placed my head against the steering wheel and began to sob.

I was there for at least 20 minutes because I didn’t trust myself to drive yet. I could barley calm myself down, but eventually I just wanted to leave. I didn’t want to risk seeing the asshole and his family leaving the restaurant, and frankly, I just didn’t want to be there anymore.

I started driving towards my apartment, but as my sobbing and shaking began again, I realized I didn’t want to be alone then. I came to a red light and quickly shot my boyfriend, Dom, a text asking him if it was alright if I went to his place instead.

His response came almost immediately. “Of course it’s alright baby! You don’t have to ask!”

I arrived shortly after and let myself in with the key he had given me. I threw my work stuff onto the floor, knowing I would feel guilty about it once I had completely calmed down. I made my way to Dom’s room where I knew he would be. As usual when he wasn’t recording or touring, he was sat on his bed watching Netflix. He turned to greet me with a smile, only for his smile to drop when he saw my face.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked, starting to get up from the bed.

I shook my head and held a hand out, stopping him from getting up. As he laid back down, I took off the hoodie I had been wearing and my work jeans, which were now basically stuck to me with sweat, leaving me in just my t-shirt and my underwear. I climbed onto Dom’s bed and rested my head on his chest.

“Just hold me,” I said. “Please.”

He wrapped his arms around me and held me close. I began to sob yet again, thinking over all the bad that had happened to me this week. I felt so tired, both mentally and physically, and I just wished there was a way to take a break from it all.

Dom ran his hands up and down my body, trying to soothe me into some form of calm. Eventually, my exhaustion got the best of me and I fell asleep in Dom’s arms.

~~~~~~

Some time later, I woke up alone under the covers of Dom’s bed. I rolled over to look for my phone to check the time, only to find that it was nowhere to be found. It was dark outside, which meant it was still nighttime, and yet Dom wasn’t asleep next to me.

I was still in my t-shirt and underwear from when I had arrived to Dom’s, so the day before, unfortunately, wasn’t a dream.

I heard some sounds coming from the bathroom and got up to see if that’s where Dom had gone. Sure enough, I found my boyfriend knelt next to the bathtub, filling it with water so hot that I could see the steam coming from it.

“What are you doing?” I asked him.

He seemed startled when I spoke, and turned to look at me. “Oh no, I wanted to wake you when I had the bath ready for you.”

“Well, I’m glad I caught you, because that water looks way too hot,” I teased and reached around him to turn down the hot water and turn up the cold instead. “Why are you running me a bath at like...I don’t know, kinda late at night? And where’s my phone?”

“I have it with mine,” he responded. “Which is in a hidden spot, because you need to take a break from your phone.”

I couldn’t argue with him there. “What’s up with the bath then?”

“You always say that a hot bath helps you to relax after a hard day,” Dom explained. “And obviously today was a hard day, so I’m running you this bath and I have that gold bath bomb you like so much.”

“When did you get that? I haven’t left any bath bombs here in a while.”

“I bought it in case of emergencies.”

I smiled at Dom and sat on the toilet seat lid to watch as he finished filling the bathtub. He had me test the water before pulling me to a stand and helping to take off my clothes. Even though it wasn’t meant to be in a sexual manner, there was something extremely intimate about Dom pulling my shirt over my head and my panties down my legs.

I got into the water and sighed as my body sank down till the only thing not underwater was my neck. Dom got the gold bath bomb from under the sink and gave me the honors of dropping it into the water as that was my favorite part of bath bombs.

“Are you joining me?” I asked.

He smiled cheekily and began to undress. “That was my original plan, but I decided to wait and see if you wanted me to join.”

I sat forward, giving him room to slip into the tub behind me. Once he had settled himself, I leaned back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and began kissing my neck and shoulders.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked as his lips continued to trail over whatever bare skin he could reach.

I sighed. “Not really, but I guess the only way to work past it is to talk about it.”

I told him everything; about school, about work, about the asshole customer that fucked me over. He listened for however long I talked without interrupting. Once it was clear that I had finished talking, he spoke.

“That guy is a fuckin wanker,” he said. “I can’t believe people like that exist. You were just trying to do your job and he fucked you over like that.”

“It happens,” I said. “Hasn’t happened to me before today, but all my co-workers have stories of assholes who will complain to the manager for the littlest of things. We had someone complain once because their food didn’t look like it did in the picture on the menu and they wanted it for free. That’s usually all people want - free food.”

“I can’t believe your manager is going along with that,” he said. “Even if she makes a note that you did nothing wrong, that’s still looking bad on you.”

“I think they want to fire me,” I admitted. “That’s the only reason they would be giving me less shifts. They want to slowly get rid of me before they straight up fire me.”

“I don’t think they’ll do that, babe.”

“I think they will. I’ve probably done one too many things wrong and now it’s my time to get the boot. It happens so often that whenever someone gets a few less shifts a week we panic.”

Dom squeezed me a moment before kissing me behind my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Well, if they want to fire you then we’ll look for a new job. You don’t have to stay there and take shit from assholes and let your managers treat you like dirt to keep the assholes happy. There’s hundreds of restaurants you could work at instead.”

For some reason, this thought hadn’t occurred to me.

“I’d like that,” I said. “But I don’t want to talk about it anymore, okay? I’m starting to relax, I don’t want to get worked up again.”

“Okay, baby.”

We were silent for a moment, just the sounds of the water shifting around us filling the room. I leaned my head back enough that I could look up at Dom. “Thank you.”

“For what?” he asked.

“For...for being you.”

He smiled at me and kissed my head. “Thank you for being you, too.”

I smiled and settled myself against him again, allowing myself to finally relax for the first time all week.

[well-its-not-human-anymore]

So this is a personal one for me to ask and if you're not comfortable with it don't mind it; how would the tmnt boys (seperate) react when the reader confesses that they're autistic after the boys got curious when she had some peculiar, behavior or stims. The reader would be stressed, because she has a crush on the tmnt boy in question and she didn't want them to find her weird or just stop interacting with her. When she's met with confusion instead, because the boys never heard of it, cue this weird conversation where reader tells them to the best of her ability what it is and the boys just keep asking questions. Also some general headcannons with it maybe?

Okay so I'm actually really happy that you asked me this because I feel like ASD isn't portrayed a lot in any type of media. My ADD and ASD have a lot of overlap so I hope I can capture what you're asking of me!

Now let's get into it!

TMNT Headcanons

The boys reacting to an autistic reader

Leonardo

he wasn't really sure what was happening the first time you reacted

one minute you were standing next to him doing dishes and the next you were attempting to claw your skin off like an angry cat

Leo tried not to look annoyed as he watched you rub your hands against your shirt until your flesh started to turn red

you looked like you were crying but he knew you weren't

but your face was starting to turn purple and your cheeks were puffy from the effort of holding your breath

"Y/N? You need to breathe."

You shot a glare at him, scathing eyes meeting his now very concerned expression

your own softened and you clutched your arms to your chest, heaving oxygen into your lungs until your face became a normal shade again

"Are you okay?"

The words were stuck in your throat and you weren't sure if you should nod or shake your head

so you gave him a half-hearted shrug

he frowned back at you but turned to finish the dishes on his own

when he questioned you about it later he couldn't help but be curious

"Well actually it's uh- it's kinda a sensory type of thing? There are certain textures that I can't stand touching do I avoid them but if I come into contact by accident my brain just kinda explodes and I shut down."

"How exactly does that work though?"

"I don't really understand it much but like- you know that feeling you get when you think there's a bug on you and there's not but it really really feels like it?"

He nodded

"Yeah, it feels like that. And anytime I touch something that triggers that reaction it takes FOREVER to get the feeling off my skin. That's why I usually wear gloves when I do dishes. Guess I just forgot to grab 'em today."

He was sympathetic

and god, you were so embarrassed

lucky for you, Leo's not an asshole

"Well thank you for explaining it to me, you really freaked me out earlier. I'll talk to April and see if we can keep a pair or two at the lair just in case you forget again."

Consider your heart melted

you couldn't even find the words to thank him and holy shit was your face red

"Hey y/n?"

"Yeah Leo?"

"Why didn't you ever tell me- us that you were autistic?"

Did you rip the band aid off now or make something up? Which would ,technically speaking, be less catastrophic in the long run?

"I uh- I really like you and I really didn't want you or the other's to look at me differently..."

wow, you liked him? miss ma'am you have saved this boy a world of anxiety and damn does he thank you for it

"Thanks for telling me... and y/n? I really like you to."

Awh fuck yeah, best possible execution of band aid-ripping-off ever

Donatello

Donnie wished he could act surprised when you finally told him

he really wanted to, it would've made you feel better for sure

but he sucked at lying and he didn't want to make you feel like he thought you were an idiot

because that was so far from the truth

after going through extensive research on Mikey's behalf when he suspected he had ADHD Donnie had stumbled across many different websites that discussed the symptoms and overlaps between both disorders

to make a long story short, Donnie knew that you had ASD and he was waiting for you to tell him

it would probably come off as rude if he brought it up in conversation right?

he didn't want to risk it

but that didn't stop him from keeping an eye on you and your behaviors

he was a man of science, of course he was going to analyze you

not in a weird way or anything, just as a curious sort of precaution

but the longer you were involved in the turtle's lives the more noticeable your stims and meltdowns got, Donnie did his best to cover for you without making you suspicious of him

eventually he'd come up with something that he hoped would come across as a friendly gesture and wouldn't set you off or scare you away

it was game night at the lair and you, as always, were perched on the arm of the sofa, a large grin plastered on your face

inside your head was exploding but you were masking it pretty well if you do say so yourself

but Donnie was, well... donnie was donnie

so when he noticed you starting to rock a little more visibly he removed his attention from commentating the game and grabbed a pair of headphones from the side table

you were beyond confused when he passed them to you but your face revealed everything

"They're noise cancelling, try them on."

holy shit it was like putting your head underwater, everything was muffled

not in the way normal headphones did, you quite literally couldn't hear anything at all, just a calm amount of nothing

you nearly started crying when you realized that Donnie had figured you out on his own

but you'd never been more relieved about anything in your life

Raphael

he wouldn't admit that he was mesmerized by your presence

you practically radiated calm

his complete opposite

it was his favorite thing about you, because despite your quiet disposition and calming aura you weren't afraid to call him out or rebut any of his insults

this was not something you expected him to appreciate nor was it something you thought would make you catch feelings

but damn if you didn't

he'd been sitting in on yours and Donnie's little experiment for an hour or so now, watching you both exchange quiet whispers and inside jokes that you always seemed to lag on

then you slipped up

not bad, nothing detrimental to the project, just the same mistake that you'd already made ten times over

you might as well have exploded

"Y'N, you just have to move thi-"

"I KNOW DONATELLO. I FUCKING KNOW AND I JUST CAN'T DO THIS BULLSHIT!"

you set everything down gently enough to avoid breaking it before turning and storming out of the lab, waving your hands like they were on fire

Raph and Donnie exchanged a look that sent the larger red turtle following after you

when you calmed yourself down enough to talk you kept your gaze locked on the wall, explaining that you couldn't make eye contact when you were upset

he might not be the smartest brother, but Raph's no dummy, he put those pieces together pretty quickly after you told him that one small detail

he wasn't upset that you didn't tell him and you'd personally never been more relieved

your heart nearly splattered into the stratosphere when you finally gace him your own explanation

"yeah, I like ya too."

you grinned so wide you were sure your face would split open and your entire body rocked side to side with excitement

he thought that was pretty adorable too

And he did stick around to offer a bit of support when you apologized to Donnie for screaming at him

Michaelangelo

to be frank it probably shouldn't have taken so long for Mikey to realize that you were autistic

the similarities between your own personality and his ADHD were so in sight it was near painful

it was his turn to make dinner that night and you'd made sure that you came over early to help him set up, you knew how side-tracked he'd get and you were the poster child for solid routine

what more perfect matchup existed?

trick question, there isn't one

you were on one side of the counter cutting vegetables and he was on the other throwing said vegetables into the mixing pot

the music was at an ungodly level of loud so your only means of communication were screaming over it

"MIKEY."

"WHA?"

"YOU GOT THE-"

"YEAH."

"AND THE-"

"UH HUH."

"COOL, HAVE YOU SEEN THE-"

"TONGS? NO, THE SKEWERS. YEAH, THEY'RE IN THE OTHER DRAWER."

"THANKS."

the two of you went about your previous tasks, thinking nothing of the conversation that had just taken place

at least until you'd begun washing your knife and cutting board

that's when Casey walked in, looking both perturbed and annoyed at the same time

"Alright, which one of you knows telepathy?"

Mikey exchanged a glance with you and you returned it with a raised eyebrow

"The hell you mean brah?"

he looked at the both of you like you were the ones that had grown four extra heads before speaking again

"You literally just had a conversation with like five words and somehow just knew what the other meant? What's up with that?"

you glanced at Mikey again

"Holy shit, did we?"

"I mean, not really. You used your hands."

now all three of you were confused but it quickly became two when Casey shook his head in defeat and left the room

"You know I think he's right."

he blinked first and your staring contest ended

"But you used your hands-"

"I got autism Mikey, one does not simply not use their hands as forms of speech."

"You're-"

"Yep."

was the silence laughing at you? could it do that? it was kinda rude

"Huh, that actually makes sense, that's not mean is it?"

you shook your head no

"You're just me but fast."

Mikey agreed with that, pestered you with a few more questions, and went back about working, as did you, you saw no reason to address it further

but your cheeks burned red

"Yo- Y/N that actually explains why everyone else thinks we're a thing."

you didn't know if you could choke on air or not but you did it anyways

"Are we?"

he gave you his signature grin

"If we are then Raph owes April a hundred bucks."

you returned his smile

"Oh this oughta be good."

I'd like to preface this by apologizing for my near three week absence. Life got crazy and my writer's block hopped on a train, went through a school zone, killed seven pedestrians, and committed tax fraud before tumbling off a cliff never to be seen again.

But on the bright side- I got my SAT scores back and started some scholarship applications. Super happy with that. School's out in a few weeks so I'll be able to write more (hopefully).

Anyways, I hope I got this one down okay. I may have hyper analyzed the request so I might be a little off. But I really enjoyed doing this one and I hope you like it!

-Mars 🌠

[a-dorin]

crush

pairing: college au! maul x female!reader

word count: 2.411k

warnings: smutttttt, teasing, cursing, mentions of death threats, endless teasing, some filthy talk, nsfw, pet names

a/n: hi so this is my first time writing over 1k in months. please be gentle with me, as i'm really proud of this & i can never get enough of college aus. feedback is very much appreciated. request was anon, but i hope you enjoy <3

prompt: "Hi yes if this managed to make it in time for request, can I please request a Maul x Fem reader smut,,, like anything I’m a desperate hoe ahdhdbsbsbzb"

“so,” there’s the crisp crinkle of a page turning, “why’d you choose university of coruscant?”

“the atmosphere.”

“come on,” he scoffs, “are you a tour guide now? what major are you anyways? isn’t it something really nerdy? something along the lines of biochemistry? a minor in genetics or some bullshit like that?”

“i think you’re thinking of some other girl you’ve fucked because that is nowhere along the lines of what i’m studying. you weren’t even in the right college. some partner you are.”

sitting right across from you, was the star recruit of the university of coruscant. a lacrosse player who transferred from mustafar central. he was the reason why the team was expected to qualify for nationals. why they were supposed to even make it to the championship.

over the summer, it was almost as if the entire campus was buzzing about it. after all, it wasn’t often that the university was able to snag such good athletes. well, it was a division one school so of course it was a given that everyone was pretty good in their respective sport.

however, the zabrak sitting right across from you was utterly exceptional.

in almost every way.

all everyone raved about was his looks. which, you had to admit, the zabrak was gorgeous. with rich crimson skin, complemented by inky tattoos, sharp cheekbones, a dashing smile, and eyes that were pools of pure honey, it was difficult to deny the fact that he was attractive.

however, it was not hard to accept the other truth, either. he was quite acquainted with a majority of the women on campus, matching with almost every single one on tinder. that was if you were a part of a sorority or part of a sports team, of course.

what made matters worse was his intelligence. so, when you were paired with him for a project in your astronomy class, you learned fairly quickly that the zabrak was quite the smartass. and not a nice one, either. he seemed to enjoy harassing and berating you with his jokes and punchlines during every encounter.

he was everything you despised in a man. cocky, stubborn, and careless.

so why were you so attracted to him? you had absolutely no idea.

there’s a beat of silence, and the only noise the zabrak emits is a quiet exhale. the sound of his breath as it whistled through his teeth. yet, it’s followed by a quiet huff.

“you wish you could fuck me. you’ve mentioned it before, to that nautolan friend of yours, hmm? kit, right? he’s on the lacrosse team. your name may have come up a few times.”

heat flourishes through your cheeks as you glance upwards, any last remnants of focus completely crumbling away. your breath hitches in your throat at the smug smirk plastered on his lips, incisors poking against his lower lip.

golden eyes scour you, almost analyzing the sheer and utter shock plaguing your features. satisfaction glints within the depths, and you blink, scrambling to formulate some sort of response.

leaning forward, the zabrak tilts his head, so close that the tip of his nose grazed yours. this time, the words are a low rumble, harsh and gravelly.

almost like a growl.

“you told your little friend kit that you wished that i would just take you right here, in the library, and fuck you senseless. i find that interesting though, because you’ve been feeding me this little premonition that you absolutely loathe every aspect of my existence. now, do you actually want that little wish of yours to come true, or are you going to keep putting up the act and we act like this never happened?”

shrinking in your seat, you could almost feel the eyes searing into the both of you. there’s arched brows and low murmurs, a few giggles ringing through the space. swallowing thickly, you pull the collar of your hoodie over the lower half of your face, in a vain attempt to conceal your obvious embarrassment.

of course your fellow peers were staring. in the corner of your eye, you witness a group of girls roll their eyes. from the decals on their laptops, along with the other memorabilia, you pick out they’re chi omega girls, a popular sorority on campus.

you squeeze your eyes shut as you hear them whispering amongst each other. there’s a few points, and you were dead sure the dusty rose twi’lek in the black nike hoodie wanted to end your life right there.

maker, were you so flustered.

and he had you right where he wanted you.

“m-maul,” you stutter, fidgeting in your seat, “pe-people are s-staring.”

“do i look like i give a fuck?”

“i’m pretty sure the chi omega girls over there are going to send me death threats once they find my instagram,” you grumble, burying your head in your hands, “it’s your fault they’re all looking, you know.”

“hey!” the taunting tone in his voice sent your eyes wide open, strands of curses flowing from your tongue as he called over to the group, “i know we may have matched on tinder, but i’m not yours. i’m not territory to lay a claim on. i’m my own zabrak, you know. i can talk to other girls.”

letting out an exasperated sigh, you bury your head into your arms, laying your head on the table.

getting any work done with him was a lost cause.

“you okay? you gonna make it?”

for a moment, you melt under the tenderness in his tone, the way the words just sounded so gentle. he lays a hand on your shoulder, and you look up, the heat in your cheeks lingering as your eyes lock with his.

“we could get out of here, you know,” maul murmurs, “i live in an apartment with a few other guys on the lacrosse team. they’re all out, though. we could get some peace and quiet. and i could get you away from those chi clowns. i think they already found your twitter. i don’t like the way they’re looking at you either.”

i don’t like the way they’re looking at you either.

“um, sure. i don’t have anything else tonight. at least, i don’t think. i cleared my schedule so we could get this project done.”

“don’t worry about packing up your stuff. act like you’re on the phone or something and i’ll grab your things. i made this mess so i’ll clean it up,” it takes a moment to register the suggestion, but you knew it wasn’t a suggestion.

he wasn’t going to budge.

clearing your throat, you press your phone to your ear, “hello? oh hey! no, you didn’t catch me at a bad time. i just need to leave the room really quick.”

carefully, you weave your way through the maze of chairs and tables, pushing open the door. moments later, you’re outside, inhaling the brisk january air, grateful for the coolness as it seeps into your skin.

“you okay?”

you nod, probably a little too quickly, “yes.”

maul’s brow furrows, yet he doesn’t press any further, adjusting your book bag, “don’t worry about carrying this. i got it. i feel bad.”

“don’t feel bad i mean, you were just teasing--”

“i do,” he cuts in, “i feel bad because i know how you much you dislike unwanted attention. you always get so flustered when the professor calls on you with no warning. you either stutter just a little bit or you pull the sleeves of your hoodie over your hands. i was a little bit of an asshole back there, and i apologize for that. i took care of everything with those chi omega girls too.”

in the darkness, you nearly trip over the sidewalk, “you.. you notice that?”

“i sit right by you and have been for the past two weeks,” he snorts, “i pick up on a thing or two. take a left here.”

all around you, the lights of campus glow softly, illuminating the surroundings with a warm golden glow. the night sky is clear, a few stars glittering over the light pollution of the city. you follow the zabrak, unsure of what to say.

“were.. were you serious about what you said earlier? did kit really say something?”

your knees buckle at the sound of his laughter. how it was so sweet and melodic as it rang out into the night.

“he did say something,” the zabrak raises a hand, pointing to a complex just a few hundred feet ahead of you, “i’m right here. you still up for the offer? i mean, we still have a week and a half but i don’t want to waste your time. you have a lot going on with your classes already. how’s chemistry going?”

“how do you know about chemistry?” you arch a brow, a shudder coursing through you as the breeze rolls through the campus.

“you bitch about it all the time on your instagram story?” the zabrak holds his id next to the door, pulling it open, “regardless of what you may think, i do pay attention to you sweetheart.”

“and what’s that supposed to mean?” your tone shifts, “i’m not sure what you’re referring to, maul.”

“well,” a hand finds its way to the small of your back, just above the curve of your ass, pushing you gently. realizing that you have to go up the stairs, you begin to trudge upwards, his hand still lingering.

“you have this belief that you’re unattractive because you don’t possess conventional beauty set by the standards of social media and society. i know this because you’ve talked about it on your twitter and your instagram. also, your comment about ‘some other girl i fucked’ really took me aback because i don’t just sleep with anyone. you know that, right? i have standards. and i have goals too, outside from ‘how many bodies i have.’ you also said that to kit, which made me upset. is that what you really think of me?”

in that instant, it was almost as if your heart dropped. you stop at the top of the flight, the clammy sensation coating your hands only growing. wiping your hands on your leggings, you dodge his gaze, clamping your mouth shut.

gods, were you in deep shit now.

fingers grasp your chin, forcing your head to the right. maul takes a step forward, pushing your back against the wall. the concrete sends goosebumps lining your arms, hairs standing on end.

“i asked you a question,” your heart thuds as he leans forward, “is that what you really think of me sweetheart?”

“i-i--” you stammer, heat flourishing to your neck, “t-that’s not i think of you. i was just frustrated because i didn’t know how to process the feelings i had and i’m sorry.”

“feelings?” maul’s lips were practically brushing against yours. and gods, were they so tantalizingly soft, “what kind of feelings?”

“i may have a crush on you.”

“a crush? what is this, fifth grade?” the tease was edged with somewhat you couldn’t quite place your finger on. what was it? lust? want? hunger?

“a crush,” you affirm, “i have a crush on you, maul.”

“you wanna know what i told those chi omega girls?” he inquires, one hand on the wall, the other reaching for your face, cupping your cheek.

“what did you tell those girls?” fuck. were you in deeper shit now.

“i told them we were talking. that you were my girl,” your lashes flutter at his touch, “and you know wanna know what else i told them?”

“what else did you say?” puckering you lips, you take his thumb into your mouth, sucking lightly.

the sound that you hear is nothing like you’ve encountered before.

“i-i,” you feel your lips curve into a smirk as he grits his teeth, “i told them that i was going to fuck you after this. that i was going to completely destroy you.”

“you didn’t---”

his mouth connects with yours for an open-mouthed kiss. it’s electrifying yet blissful, something that would sweep you off your feet yet keep you grounded, keeping you wanting more and more. gods, was it such a craving. to stay in this stairwell, to cherish this moment.

it’s gratifying, enough to make you light-headed with giddiness.

it’s everything you’ve ever wanted and more.

yet, he pulls away, panting ever so slightly.

“fuck.”

“fuck?”

his jaw clenches, “you have no fucking idea how much i’ve been wanting to do that. ever since i met you. fuck, i need more. i need more of you. ‘taste so good.”

“we could always--”

“finish this in my apartment? yeah, i want to. but i don’t want to force anything on you and i don’t want to make you uncomfortable. i’ve just -- i’ve just been having dreams about you.”

“dreams?” you watch as the zabrak’s eyes squeeze shut, his body shifting away from yours. he’s heading towards the door now, nearly throwing it open.

“dreams about being inside of you. fuck. i need to know how you feel. if you’re as tight as i imagined. and fuck, i need to feel how wet you are too. how wet you get for me. have you ever tasted yourself before?”

you shake your head, “i haven’t.”

maul practically stalks down the hallway, finding his door. sliding the key into the lock, he steps inside, placing your bags on the floor, “would you rather study or would you rather let me express how i feel?”

thumbs loop through the pocket of your hoodie, pulling you close to him. fuck, you could feel him against your body. the stiffness of his cock underneath his sweats. how hot and bothered he was for you, practically aching for some sort of release.

“what do you mean ‘express how you feel’?” carefully, you dip a hand into the waistband, hand wrapping around the outline, squeezing gently.

“oh fuck,” maul throws his head back, moaning ever so slightly, “i-i may have a crush on you too. and i wanted to express how i felt. i-i’m not good with words.”

“why don’t you show me then?” your clit throbs as you feel along his shaft, fingers grazing over the ridges, thumb pressing against his tip.

“bend over the fucking counter then and i’ll fucking show you then, princess. you better not utter a single fucking word about this fucking project because it’s my turn to study you.”

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[lifewithdavefarts]

DaveFarts - Episode 4 “Post Gym Gas” [Episode List] The showers at Dave’s gym are once again out of order so he shows up at Tim’s house to take a shower.  This time, however, he’s not in a rush, so he can spend a bit more quality time with his best friend…  With some help from the gassy effects of his fiber bars…

Unlike the other stories, this one is told from Dave’s POV.

Post-Gym Gas

“Man… thanks again, Tim.” I said, showing up in his bedroom wearing only a pair of boxers.

Yes, only a pair of underwear. Tim’s gay? He finds this attractive?

Who cares. That’s how I act when I’m around our other straight friends and I’m not going to treat Tim “unnaturally”, or like he’s some kind of of sick person, just because he thinks he’s making me uncomfortable. Heck: he probably got a boner right now. Big. Fucking. Deal. I’ll just take that as a compliment.

“Those idiots at the gym again messed everything up. Maybe I should go to a different one.”

I grabbed the towel that Tim gave me earlier and pressed it on the rest of my body as I still felt a bit too wet. I then checked my phone, answering a couple of texts from my girlfriend Dana and put on my pair of black gym shorts (they’re not really ‘shorts’ actually as they almost go below my knees when I get up). I remain bare-chested as it’s not really a cold evening and I don’t want to sweat again: I just took a shower!

As usual, I felt my stomach rumble a bit. “Fucking fiber bars again!” I thought. I ripped like eight long farts under the shower, but I still feel bloated. Is the gym working? I’m eating tons of those bars and I just can’t see the point. Well, at least they sure make Tim happy.

Yeah… Tim, my great, disgusting best friend. Can’t believe he likes this stuff.

Look at him, trying to read his books, in silence. He’s already as red as a tomato. I wonder when he’ll understand that he doesn’t have to feel so embarrassed about this stuff, not around me at least.

Speaking of which, I think I got one ready…

I couldn’t hide my smirk as I slowly got up and walked towards my friend sitting behind his desk. I was literally towering him. Tiny, short Tim: must defend at all costs!

I don’t know how this stuff works, but I hope he’s enjoying it.

And, honestly, I think it’s hilarious, and I’m always glad to share a few good laughs with him.

“Dude. I think I got a big one for ya.” I simply said.

I turned around, chuckling a bit, pointing his butt at his face. I leaned a bit and I felt his defenseless head brushing against the fabric of my gym shorts. I already started to laugh. I’m a worthless immature, but I thought that was hilarious. I pushed a bit and the fart came out naturally, as big as my usual blasts. I made sure that my ass was still brushing against my friend’s face: I need to make clear that I’m perfectly comfortable with his fetish.

The fart vibrated violently through my shorts right in his face.

Eight seconds. Man! I’m so talented. Fucking fibers though.

I turned around to check whether my friend survived to that, and his hilarious smile confirmed that he was alive and well (and probably aroused too, but that’s a problem I can’t take care of). I bursted into a laugh, I couldn’t’ help it.

“Told ya it was big!”

He nodded at me and smiled.

As long he’s comfortable around me it’s great.

We still spend an incredible amount of time together and, to be honest, nothing really changed.

But sometimes Tim acts a bit too awkward, so I just make him understand (every. single. time.) that there’s no reason to act all weird around me. Dude, I’m like your brother, you can trust me! I trust you, that’s for sure!

Man, I’m pretty sure he wishes more face-farts right now.

I wonder if he will ever have the guts to ask me directly. He knows I’m a proud farter, I’ve always been.

Gotta admit that the funniest part about all of this is how much of a dork Tim is, seriously.

If he wasn’t gay, pretty sure some girl out there would have considered him adorable.

To me, however, it was a mixture of annoying and hilarious.

I felt my belly hurt a bit; fiber bars were still messing up with my stomach. I finally put on a black undershirt and sat again on my friend’s bed. I’ll leave in a couple of minutes though, gotta a lot of stuff to work on back at home.

“Dave…”

Apparently, Tim just grew a pair.

I saw him turning red, into a stuttering pile of awkwardness.

I pretended to have no idea of what he was going to tell me and I tried not to laugh at him.

“I’d hate to make you uncomfortable but…”

I checked my phone, not even looking at him, if that made him more comfortable.

“But since you seem so open-minded about it I was wondering… nah never mind!”

I chuckled a bit. “What?” I asked, knowing exactly what he was going to say.

“It’s just that I don’t want you to think that I want to be your friend because of…”

“…because of my farts?” I simply said, cutting him off.

He almost fell from his chair and quickly stood up, nervous as usual.

“Tim, I know you’re not an asshole. If you were, I wouldn’t be here.” I stated.

Let me tell you the truth: I knew that Tim loved my farts and most of all loved the fact that I didn’t care at all about his fetish. And that’s it. He was my friend before realizing his fetish, since middle school.

Tim always says “Oh Dave! He’s so great. Always looking out for me!”, but that’s because he’s an insecure little shit.

The truth is that Tim has always been the one looking out for me. He’s always been there, for reasons that I don’t really want to explain, but let’s just say that sometimes it was pretty serious family stuff.

He’s not an asshole: he’s the opposite of that.

I know he considers me “the” best of the friends.

Let me tell you that I consider myself lucky to have a friend like him.

It’s hard to believe, I know, since he’s so weak and awkward, while I’m stronger and all this bullshit, but trust me.

This “best friend” thing goes both ways. He’s my bro.

“Were you going to ask me for a fart?” I asked, with a smirk.

His reaction was priceless.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. It’s just too… gay I guess.” he tried to say, faking a chuckle, trying to *not* sound embarrassed, completely terrified.

It’s not like this came out of nowhere though.

I did “help” somehow, not only with my continuous face-farting.

I even send him random fart videos on WhatsApp. That must be painful for him.

“That’s not what friends are for. You’re already doing so much for me. You’re being so supportive, more than I could have ever hoped, and I’m not only talking about… well… this” he said, too embarrassed to pronounce the word 'fart’ apparently. “I’m not in the position to ask for this stuff. Sorry.”

That was too easy.

I nodded and then, with a deft movement, gently kicked his ankle, making him trip on his own bed. His head landed right next to my sagging (in shorts) butt and I didn’t even need to move.

“There. Now you’re in the position to ask.” I chuckled.

He was, quite literally, in the *right* position: I could sit on his face in a moment.

I laughed so much at him, but I wanted to laugh with him.

I simply stared at my gay friend and smiled, finding his teary, embarrassed eyes a bit too hilarious maybe. I finally lifted my butt, and put it above his defenseless face. I didn’t sit directly on him: my ass was hovering above him, only inches away from his nose. I then started to fart, as I usually do.

Fiber bars were an incredible fuel. The blast almost ripped my pants. Even I could feel the wind being fired right in my friend’s face. Disgusting. Disgustingly hilarious. I bursted again into a laugh and I sat directly on his head as the fart kept going. One of my best of that day, that’s for sure. I think it lasted around 9 seconds.

Pretty sure he loved it.

“Smells great, does it?” and I lost it, laughing again like an immature jerk, despite being in my 20s.

Tim was dazed, startled and sat next to me.

I patted his shoulder in a friendly manner and he turned to me, finally laughing too.

“Gotta go now, bro.” I said, it was getting too late. “See ya tomorrow. I’m expecting you to join us this weekend. We’re having a surprise party for Lucy.”

“Of course! I already texted Greg. He’s got a new car and can pick both of us, so we can drink as much as we want!” he replied, with a rare smirk.

You smooth little fucker.

You act all awkward around me, but you’re still a party-animal.

So proud of you, bro.

“Finally! That’s the Tim I want to hear!” I said, heading downstairs. “See ya tomorrow then…”

Outside of the house, in his front yard, I then ripped one last, long, rumbling fart.

Fucking fibers!

I guess this one is literally on the house, Tim.

End of Episode 4

[simpingfortheages]

//OH BABY BUT I DO//

Billie Dean Howard x Fem Reader

( SMUT, BEGGING,ANGST story with a twist just read it )

Love is everylasting. It's fun, because that's what they tell us in story books.

Billie stumbled through the doorway of our house. She held her pair of black heels loosely on her index acryliced finger. " Hey baby" she shouted into the empty room," in the kitchen " I replied. I heard her bare feet running along the board floor to find me,not before she threw her heels into the corner. I was currently popping open a bottle of champagne and pouring it into 2 wine glasses. Billie came struting into the kitchen with a big smile plastered on her beautiful face. As she made her way towards me I held one of the glasses out to her." Here Billie babe to new beginnings" I cheered. With no hestiation Billie took the glass and clicked it with mine. We simultaneously downed the glasses within seconds, " so how was your day?"I asked. "It was good,we got a lot done and we also finished two and a half episodes" she said with delight. "That's so good Bil" I commented. We sat in silence,except for the fact that Billie was tapping her newly yellow acryliced nails on the surface of the counter. She was impatient but i wasn't going to make the first move. With a loud exasperated huff,Billie practically launged herself towards me,capturing her lips on mine. The kiss becamed heated very quickly, her hands became entangled in my hair while mine gripped her waist,pulling her closer.

Billie pulled her tan skirt over her thighs and did a little jump to wrap her long toned legs round my waist. I held her up by her thighs, I could have felt how needy she was because her core was now pressed against the thin material of my shirt. I smirked into the kiss. I made my way up carefully up the stairs, as i did so, I broke the kiss to see where I was going. A needy whined left Billie's plump lips, while I ascended the stairs, Billie left love bites on my neck. It didn't take me long to reach our bedroom. I roughly threw her on her bed. I stopped to take in the sight of her. Her chest rising and falling, her hair was a mess but a mess in a sexy manner. She was currently trying to unbutton her shirt and kick off her stockings along with her skirt. I chuckle left my lips at her struggle. I crawled up the bed and helped her undress. Billie now left in only her matching black underwear and bra,she pulled me down onto her form. My blood boiled at the fact that she still wanted me, the audacity the medium had. I forcefully swallowed my emotions and proceeded to removed her remaining articles of clothing. I slowly kissed her neck leaving marks on hers to match mine, she was so caught up in the moment she didn't seem to mind. Although i know after it all she will be frantic to cover the marks for tomorrow's episode . Billie never did like to show off the marks I left on her, she always complained about it being "unprofessional". I respected her choice up until tonight that is. I was determined to mark every part of her skin, to remind her of me. Billie Dean was never one to be but she was Oh so desperate and needy tonight. I couldn't deny her of what she really wanted. I made quick work of adorning her neck and chest area. I latched my soft lips on to her nipples and bite down, which caused a whimper and moan to rip through Billie's throath. I knew she liked it rough.

I kissed lower and lower along her bikini line until I reached her core. I pried open her legs to admire the mess I made. It really was a shame. I delicately traced my fingers over the constellation freckles that decorated her flawless skin. Billie really was a piece artwork, one that never ceases to draw everyone's attention. She was impatient. Very impatient, but I liked it that way. It seemed like she wanted me, needed me . "Y/N please touch me" Billie begged,she stared up at me with eyes filled with hope,longing and lust. I took my finger and ran it along her slit,collecting her slick. Billie's back arched off the bed into a pretty bow. The heels of her feet were digging into the mattress,as she pushed her hips up against my fingers that teased her entrance. I dipped the tips of my fingers into her dripping core,but not all the way in like she wanted, "beg me Billie" I demanded. Her head twisting against the pillow while her hands held a vice grip onto the covers. She managed to open her mouth," please fuck me y/n don't tease me any longer please" she said desperately. I plunged my fingers deep into her warm core, pulling in and pushing out of her slowly. The feeling of her velvet walls hugging my fingers were euphoric. It was a perfect fit, " You want more don't you Billie?" I teased. Billie couldn't find her voice, instead she nodded her head vigrously. Her once perfectly curls were now unrecognizable as the back of her head rubbed on the pillow. "Use your words Bil, I'm not a spirit who can read your mind" I teased further more, coaxing her to speak. "More y/N plea-please more" she spoke as her small voice cracked. I added a third finger into her tight cunt. Billie threw her head back onto the pillow and immediately grabbed my wrists. Mewls and moans filled the already thick atmosphere. I never stopped moving my hands. My movements only got faster and faster as her nails dug into my wrist, she tried so very hard to keep herself grounded but failed in doing do. I curled my fingers to reach her sweet spot,as I did so I pressed my thumb against her neglected clit. The combination of Billie being stretched by my fingers and the attention on her clit was too much for her to handle. " Y/N I'm- I'm gonna-" her words were cut off as waves of pleasure washed over her. The medium's eyes rolled back to the back of her head as her mouth was left open ,as her high ended a loud moan filled the room. I slowed pulled my fingers out but i didn't stop rubbing her until she calmed down.

After a few seconds when Billie calmed down. I flopped on the side on her on the bed causing her naked body to jiggle with my movements. I leaned over the bed and grabbed a couple of tissues to wipe my hands clean of Billie. This didn't go unnoticed by the medium as a look for perplexion made its was onto her face. How cute she looked. Usually I would tell her how good she tasted or I would let her taste herself. However she didn't question the act. She propped herself on her side and began running her fingers through my hair. All the while, raking her nails along my scalp. That was the best feeling. It wasn't long until her hand started to drift towards my waist band,most likely to return the favour.

Out of reflex I grabbed her wrist at a halt. " Bil i know" was all I said, Billie sat upon the bed, now alert of my words. " Y/N what's are you talking about?" She questioned with her eyebrows furrowed. " I know about you and" I swallowed thickly. I wanted to yell at her but i didn't " about you and your new assistant" I spat out the last line. Billie's eyes were wide as ever. The look of horror dawned upon her face. That expression on her face was the frosting on the cake. Her complexion was purely white. The red blush that crept upon her face from our love making was now gone. "Why Billie?" I asked with emotion heavy in my voice. "Baby i- I didn't mean too"she stuttered. "Didn't mean too?? Billie you slept with her on our bed. I fucking know because if you tried to listen to me last week. I told you I recently installed cameras. You know since you are a well known celeb now" my voice raised in its level causing her to jump. "How could you Bil? I thought you loved me" I choked out. "Baby but i do" she tried to comfort me but i knew the truth. "It was a dumb mistaken, I wasn't thinking straight Y/N please" she begged as she grabbed onto the front of my shirt to not make me move away. The vice grip she had on me made nail indents into my chest. I didn't care about it, the pain of my breaking heart had hurt more. "No Billie, a mistake is bumping into someone, what you did was for spite. You were thinking straight. And I am 100% sure you would have continued if I never found out. " the dam of tears didn't break. I felt numb.Billie Dean Howard broke me. " Y/N No that's not true. I don't love anyone else but You. I love you alone." She sobbed. Tears cascaded down her cheekbones. In another time I would be the one to wipe those tears away and place kisses upon her wet skin, but that was another time. " fuck off Bilie, don't sell me bullshit. You think i am dumb? I know you have slept with her more. Not only at home. IN OUR HOME! But I am sure you have at work. Don't you think i notice the different perfumes ?? Or the fact that your makeup is well applied,almost too applied when you come home." I raged.

My heart hurt, the veins in my head were throbbing at this point. "Y/N listen to me, I wasn't thinking, it was only twice I swear and I promise you I will never ever do anything like that to hurt you." At this point I was getting off the bed, trying to get the hell away from her as possible. Billie followed me off the bed trying to grab onto me again. I shrugged her off and threw some pajamas towards her body to get dressed. " you're barely home anymore Billie,you didn't even see that all my clothes are gone. You don't have time for me. It's not like I am asking you to choose between work or me. I am just saying make time for me" I continued to rant as I paced up and down the carpet." I will baby I promise. I will fire her and get someone else" she tried to resonant with me as she sloppily tried to dress herself. "Billie. I don't care what you do anymore...." I whispered. The dam cracked,tears slowly started to trickle down my face. Billie ran up to me and wrapped her arms around me, plastering kisses all over my face, mumbling, apologies. I gently took her arms and unwrapped them from me. She cried out my name as I did so. " And to think I was going to propose and wanted to start a family with you" Billie stayed silent. Her eyes were waterfalls at this point. Her bottom lip never stopped wobbling. " please Y/N I know I fucked up but I promise you I will never do that again." She recited over and over. " like how you promised to love me?"I snapped. " BUT I DO LOVE YOU" the medium screamed "I am sorry Billie but I cannot do this anymore" I whimpered. " No no y/n you are not going to leave me!!" Billie demanded and she stomped her foot on the floor like a toddler. I ran a hand through my hair to try and neaten my appearance as i fixed my clothes infront the mirror. " And to think Billie that you of all people couldn't recognise the demon living inside you all along...". A gasp escaped her throath and added to the tension in the room. " you- you don't mean that" she cried silently. I slowly walked up to her and gently tucked a curl behind her ears, " oh but baby I do". Billie locked her eyes on me as tears fell from her face. "I'll get you back one day Y/N just you see, I love you and I mean it." She hiccupped. "Maybe...maybe not,but right now Billie I cannot be with you." I cried out. She slowly nodded her head and wiped her face with the back of her hands. "One day we will be a family y/n I swear on it and we Will be together again as we should" Billie promised. Unfortunately I believed her words, I left Billie standing in a room that was once ours. I fought the urge to run back and comfort her, but she broke my heart. I deserved better, yet part of me couldn't help but want her to be true to her words. I still love Billie deep down and always will ..after all she is Billie Dean Howard, medium to the stars... she's my star.