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band--psycho · 4 years ago

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Raymond Smith Smut-Not So Calm And Collected

Written for @hotdamnhunnam writing challenge! Congratulations again on reaching such a huge milestone, you deserve it all and more! Just a fic based around these three prompts:

Intense Possessive/Jealousy

Extreme Dom/Sub

Punishment/Pain

(If this is not you thing, then please don’t read below the cut ) Hope you all enjoy 💖

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Raymond was normally very controlled when it came to his emotions, he rarely let anything bother him and if it did, he was quick to put a lid on his emotions but the sight before him...that was something that made his blood boil.

He couldn’t help but watch as her hips swayed rhythmically to the beat of the music, all of the men were looking at her with a predatory look in their eye, each one eager to try and capture her. None of them would usually bother him, but there was a particularly ballsy young man, probably around his mid twenties, who just couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself, they wandered up and down Y/n/ns waist as she grinded against him. And that’s when Ray felt it. A feeling that he’d only ever heard of. Jealously. Yes you heard right. The calm, cool and collected Raymond Smith was jealous of a twenty something year old. It should’ve been him that she was grinding against on that dance floor, it should be him who had his hands all over her while whispering all kinds of dirty things in her ear. It should have been him. He’d had feelings for her for so long but then work got in the way and the two drifted apart...he didn’t even know she was coming to the party tonight until she walked through the door wearing a glamorously tight fitted black dress, that showed off all of her curves in all the right ways.

Maybe it was the small amount of alcohol he had, maybe it was the way his blood was boiling as he watched the scene continue between Y/n/n and the other guy, maybe it was the months of built up feelings and emotions that Y/n/n caused him to feel. Or maybe it was a mixture of every single one of those things. But before his mind got a chance to process what his body was doing he was making his way to the dance floor. His eyes locked on Y/n/ns.

“Hey Ray,” she drawled, glancing over at him momentarily before turning her eyes back to the younger guy; he small yet delicate fingers caressed the man's cheeks and Ray couldn’t help but remember how soft her hands were, how they always seemed to wash away all the shit that had happened in the day. Ray didn’t say anything, instead he simply grabbed the hand that was caressing the man's cheeks and began pulling her away from the crowded dance floor. All eyes were on them, but Ray didn’t care. He needed Y/n/n, more than he needed anything else in the world. Luckily enough Mickey and Roz were there to settle down the people that had a problem and within a few seconds the party had returned to normal. Y/n/n surprisingly hadn’t uttered a single word since he’d grabbed her nor did she try to pull away from his grip, in fact it was almost like she let him do what he did...the cogs started to work in Rays mind as he calmly but quickly made his way to his hotel room, maybe she wanted this as badly as he did...maybe she missed him as much as he missed her. He opened the door, his hand still grabbed tightly around hers as he pulled her into the room, shutting the door with a loud slam before locking it.

“What the fuck was that?” Ray seethed, his glasses fogging up slightly in pure rage, thinking back to what she had been doing on that dance floor.

“What did it look like I was doing,” Y/n/n began in a sing song like voice as she sat down on the silken sheet double bed “I was dancing,” she continued with a small smirk on her face, a smirk that she knew damn well would her Ray riled up.

“You were acting like a fucking slut!” He snapped, the anger in his voice evident as he took off his fogging glasses and under the top button of his shirt in an attempt to cool down, physically not metaphorically.

“Why do you care?” The y/c/h female asked, rising from the bed and slowly making her way over to Ray who was still near the door.

“I’m not yours,” she whispered, her heels adding some extra height onto her so they were now at eye level.

“And,” she began, leaning closer into him, enough so that she could feel his erection growing in his trousers, “I can do...whatever...the fuck..I like,” in between those brief pauses of her words she placed a delicate, open mouthed kiss down his neck, before pulling away with a triumphant look in her eyes and a victorious smile on her face. As she went to unlock the door something inside Ray snapped. He grabbed her tightly, turning her around and pinning her against the wall.

“You’re mine,” Ray growled lowly, placing his lips onto hers in a rough and quick kiss. The action instantly causing Y/n/ns most intimate areas to tingle in excitement.

“You’ve always been mine,” he reminded, pressing his body into hers so she could feel just how hard he was for her, something which Y/n/n greatly appreciated, only adding to her already building arousal.

“And you will always be mine,” and with that he moved his hands from her wrists to her face, one hand cupping her cheek, the other wrapping around her neck, holding her in place as she desperately tried to kiss him, craving the touch of his lips on hers.

“Such a needy little slut,” Ray whispered just inches away from her lips.

“Say it, say what you are,” he ordered, lightly adding pressure to her neck in a brief squeeze.

“I’m..I’m a needy..needy little..slut,” Y/n/n choked out, revelling in the pleasure that all of this was giving her.

“You know what happens next, don’t you, sweetheart?” Ray asked, raising an eyebrow as he waited for her to answer, but all she did was nod, a crimson colour filling her cheeks as she did so.

“No, no, no, that’s not happening. You’re gonna tell me what happens next, you wanted to play this game,” he started, moving his hand slightly so he could suck some of the exposed flesh on her skin, causing Y/n/n to moan out in pure pleasure, not being able to hold back as his teeth bit down on her skin, “don’t be brat just because you’re losing,” he whispered against her ear, his hand returning to wrap around her neck, his thumb tracing over the purple bruises he’d left there, acting as reminder of who she belonged to.

“I...I get punished…” she stuttered out, doubting that she’d be able to keep herself from falling over the edge before Ray was happy with the punishment.

“Yes you do, the question is, how many spanks is it going to take?” He questioned, releasing his grip on her throat, before taking off his waistcoat, folding it away neatly and standing by the edge of the bed. Of course the question was rhetorical, he didn’t want a number, he wanted a specific answer.

“How ever many you think I need to have, Sir,” Y/n/n answered, earning a somewhat satisfied smile from Ray as he beckoned her over to him with a knowing look. Without any words having to be exchanged Y/n/n kicked off her heels and made her way to the centre of the bed, her dress barely covering her butt cheeks. Ray let out a small chuckle as he caressed her butt cheek, both loving and hating the fact that she decided not to wear any panties tonight. The contact of his hand on her bare flesh is electric, and that’s just from one, soft, delicate touch, Y/n/n had no idea how she was going to get through any of this without exploding, and Ray knew. Teasingly, his fingers moved down, to her aching pussy, without any warning he ran his index finger down her slit, another moan escaping past Y/n/ns lips as he did so trying ever so hard not to fall over that edge.

“A needy little cunt for a needy little slut,” he whispered, withdrawing his finger and moving it back up to her butt, drawing soft soothing circles on her sensitive skin, just as Y/n/n began to hope that she’d gotten away with it all, she felt a sharp tingling pain spread across the cheeks of her butt. “After that litte stunt you just pulled,” Ray started, using his free hand to grab some of her hair, pulling her back so she was leaning against him, “your ass is gonna be seven different shades of red and when I’m done with you, you’re not gonna be able to sit down for a week,” he growled animalistically into her neck as he pushed her back down into her original position. And that’s when it started, the relentless assault on her butt cheeks, the stinging sensation causing both pain and pleasure as each cheek shook slightly with the harsh contract of Ray's hand. She tried so desperately hard to count them all, but in the end she lost track, drowning in the ecstasy of pleasure that he was causing. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he finally decided to stop but when he did she felt like her butt was red raw, it was stinging from the amount of impact it had on it but the pain only added to Y/n/ns almost overflowing pleasure. In one swift movement, Ray flipped her round, the cool feeling of the sheets soothing her butt slightly. He loved seeing her like this, helpless and overwhelmed with pleasure. He made quick work of ripping the flimsy dress off of Y/n/n before quickly disregarding his own clothes, placing them neatly along with his waistcoat. The bed dipped slightly, making Y/n/n briefly snap back to reality as she watched Ray position himself between her legs. She was desperate for him. And he knew it. “I own you,” he muttered, lowly as delicately placed his hands on her exposed chest, tracing his finger over her breast, pinching her already hardened nipples slightly coaxing another moan from Y/n//ns lips; after a few seconds his fingers were replaced by his lips, sucking the sensitive flesh of one breast decorating it in a an array of hickies, his other hand still teasing her other breast; whispering the same words again “I own you.” And then he switched, giving the other breast ample attention too. Y/n/n just wanted to fall over the edge, but she knew she couldn’t, if she did now, it would lead to another punishment and as much as Y/n/n loved punishment, she didn’t want another one. She wanted...no she needed Raymonds cock. His lips worked their way down to her abdomen, his lustful eyes locking onto hers as he stopped just above where she craved him the most. The tickle from his beard on her sensitive skin only adding to her pleasure.

“Tell me what you want,” Ray ordered, his thumb teasingly tapping away at her clit in a slow rhythm.

“You...need...need you,” Y/n/n moaned out, bucking her hips, desperate for more contact. But her answer simply got a shake of Raymond’s head.

“You’ve forgotten all the rules haven’t you,” Ray said a devilish smirk playing on his features, as he lowered his head down so it was infront of her soaking pussy.

“You’re such a needy little slut you’ve forgotten one of the main rules,” as he said those words he slowly connected his mouth to her clit, running his tongue slowly across her aching bud. In amidst all the overwhelming pleasure and desire Y/n/n was feeling she knew what he wanted, she just needed to somehow find the words in her almost blank mind.

“Please sir...please...I need you...I need you so badly..please sir..please,” she moaned out, her hands desperately wanting to pull his hair and pull him closer towards her, but she knew at the current moment that was not a good idea, so instead she grabbed hold of the duvet, her hands turning into first around them.

“That’s better,” Ray praised, placing one final kiss on her clit before kneeling upright aligning himself with her aching entrance. Slowly, he pushed inside of her allowing her to get used to his huge length again; as soon as the guttural moans left her lips he showed no restraint, rapidly pounding in and out of her, hitting her g-spot every. Single. Time. She released the duvet from her grip, wanting nothing more than to wrap her arms around him, as if reading her mind Ray placed his hands on her wrist, pinning her down, denying her what she wanted, as he continued to hit that right spot repeatedly. There was no word to describe the pure bliss Y/n/n as her orgasm began to build. She couldn’t think. She could barely move. All she could do was lay on the bed and enjoy every single moment with Ray. She knew he was close too, his rapid thrusts grew even more frantic and the groan that escaped his lips as he chased his real ease was like serotonin for Y/n/n.

“Sir...I..I,” Y/n/n moaned out as she began to fall over the edge, falling deep into the pleasure that had been building for so long.

“Me too, sweetheart,” Ray groaned out, reaching his own release as soon as he felt the walls of Y/n/s pussy clench around him. He slowly fucked her through her orgasm, each thrust making it more and more intense. When he was sure she’d finished, he pulled out of her and rolled onto the other side of the bed, bringing her into embrace. His arm protectively wrapped around her as he admired the bold purple bruises on her neck. Neither one of them had to say anything, they knew from this point on, they belonged to each other. They would discuss it all in the morning of course, Raymond already had an idea of what to order for her for breakfast, but now, neither of them could string together a proper sentence. Y/n/n simply snuggled into his chest and Ray quietly whispered the word “mine” before they both closed their eyes, smiles on both of their faces as they drifted off to sleep.

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sinkix · 4 years ago

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Haikyuu!!│Boys going grocery shopping w/ you! HC’s│Ft. Bokuto, Nishinoya, Terushima, Kuroo & Kunimi

I had this late night idea and just HAD to follow through, the chaos would be O F F T H E C H A R T S. Thank you to @deathcab4daddy for helping me brainstorm some good characters for this post lmao I love you bby and can’t wait to do a collab. <3

E N J O Y ~

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

BOKUTO:

WHEN I TELL YOU THIS BOI PICKS UP EVERYTHING IN SIGHT LIKE A 6 YEAR OLD

I FUCKING MEAN IT.

“(Y/N) we need this”

“Bokuto we do not need a 7th jar of peanut butter.”

“But (Y/N) it has a squirrel on the front-”

“BOKUTO I SWEAR TO GOD”

Tries to drift on the edge of the cart like something straight outta CSGO and the cart nearly obliterates under his weight.

V e r y l o u d u n e c c e s s a r i l y.

Everyone always stares at y’all when you’re going through the isles bc ur literally escorting a man-child sprawled in a shopping cart who’s going “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” at everything he sees like he’s a toddler at the zoo who’s never encountered a chimpanzee before.

Unless you have a bottomless bank account do NOT take him shopping of any kind he is LETHAL.

When you’re at the check-out he turns it into a basketball competition and tries to launch everything perfectly on to the conveyor belt.

Volleyball player? Nah this sis with the NBA now.

Do not ask him to go get something, he will return with at least 9 items you didn’t need and everything BUT the item you requested

He turned up with a whole ass pineapple, a jar of jam, a stick of butter and a bottle of olive oil.

Like,,,where is the correlation in those items???

Once made the mistake of asking him to grab some pads from the hygiene section and specified it HAD to be with wings

Boy showed up ten minutes later and looking very confuzzled.

You questioned why he has a pack of wingless pads in one hand and a can of red bull in the other.

He said it’s because they didn’t have any with wings so he figured the Redbull would suffice and do the job for you.

NISHINOYA:

Can literally fit him in the little cart seat made for kids and he LOVES it lmaoooo IT’S SO CUTE MY HEART.

HE JUST SWINGS HIS LEGS EXCITABLY WHILE YOUR GETTING STUFF AAAAAAA

Ppl give you such weird looks though bc you have a guy who’s at least 14 years older than the intended demographic sitting there and raising his hands in elation over you copping a cookie dough pie and chucking it in.

Again, another who is VERY LOUD FOR NO REASON AT ALL.

Get’s out of the cart after a while bc his legs be growing numb and begins roaming around.

Someone came back with a feral Noya in hand stating “Is this your child” WNDKJWEFNWJEF.

M’AM HE’S LIKE 18 EXCUSE YOU.

Was salty about it for the rest of the day.

Just ruffle his hair and call him Senpai

Problem solved.

Picks up tons of exotic fruit that look more like plastic or fuzzy poisonous plants and begs you to get them.

“Noya what the fuck is that.”

“...a Pitaya.”

“...”

“Can we get it-”

“no.”

“(Y/N)-”

“I SAID NO DAMMIT”

Last time you bought some strange fruit he took it to practise and got Tanaka to spike it LMAOOO

IT SPLATTERED E V E R Y W H E R E

AND OVER DAICHI’S SHIRT.

He begged you to no longer allow Noya to purchase weird fruits from then on since he is like a child with a nerf gun.

He once picked up a phat wrinkly purple fruit and turned to you asking if it was an overgrown raisin.

“Noya sweetie that’s a Date.”

HE FULLY TSK’ED AND THREW IT BACK SINCE IT REMINDED HIM OF DATE TECH I CAN’T.

My boy out here defending Asahi even in the Grocery Isles.

We stan a loyal king.

TERUSHIMA:

Another one who tries to stand on the ledge and the cart wheels almost collapse because it wasn’t designed to hold the weight of a young adult.

Oh young adult??? Sorry I mean’t MAN CHILD.

He treats a shopping experience as a time to practise his aim apparently because he ALWAYS THROWS SHIT AT YOU TO THE POINT YOU’RE THREATENED TO BE KICKED OUT.

Definitely picks up phallic looking objects and places them against his crotch, snorting and saying “Like what you see (Y/N)?”

Homeboy is stood there in front of a wife and child presenting his cucumber appendage for the world to see.

He once grabbed a pair of fat ass melons and pressed them against his chest, shaking them and belting the lyrics to ‘My Milkshake’ while begging you to SQUEEZE HIS MELONS.

“Look (Y/N) they’re bigger than yours!”

I just-

I give up.

Constantly tries to sneak mutli-packs of energy drinks into the cart to the point you’re convinced he is going to keel over from heart failure and kidney stones by the age of 20.

Has his airpods in 90% of the time and treats the isles as his personal dance floor.

He busting them MOVES and performing the MJ moonwalk while in the dairy section.

ONCE HE SLID TOO FAST AND SLIPPED ON HIS REAR IN FRONT OF LIKE 12 PEOPLE LMAOO

He was DEAD silent the rest of the trip.

Probably the most serene shopping experience you’ve had to date.

The checkout clerks occasionally hit on Mr. Sore-Ass over here.

Until he opens his mouth and they realise he’s a total dolt and question how you have the patience for him.

You don’t know either honestly.

The whole bagging experience is spent with them shooting you sympathetic glances as if to say ‘sis you shoulda’ left him at home’.

Yes, yes you should have.

Never a dull moment with Teru as your shopping partner.

KUROO:

LITERALLY LIKE A MIDDLE-AGED MAN OR A TODDLER WHEN Y’ALL GO SHOPPING THERE IS NEVER AN EVEN MIDDLE-GROUND.

Frequently cracks lame-ass food puns or dad jokes that make you want to crawl into a hole and die.

You have competitions on who can come up with the most and the loser always faces a penalty.

Kuroo and creating penalties do NOT mix safely so you better hope you win.

“I love you a waffle lot.”

Proceeds to hold up a wrapped waffle.

Ok that one was kinda cute you’ll let it slide.

“I ap-peach-iate you Kuroo.”

Cue HyenaLaugh.mp3

“Want a pizza me baby? Bitch peas, doughnut take me lightly.”

You changed your mind.

You didn’t talk to him the duration of that shopping experience, no penalty could be as horrifying as what just came out of his mouth.

“(Y/N)... sometimes I feel like you don’t carrot all.”

You slapped him with said carrot and obviously had to pay for it after.

You forced him to eat it raw.

He is the definition of Neutral disaster when you go shopping.

Shitty food puns aside, he is actually very responsible when making sure you both get what you need.

Not without tons of poking, prodding, and blowing into your ear while you’re trying to decide what ingredients to buy for dinner.

You contemplated serving him a plate of bubbling snot and moulded broccoli seasoned with rosemary.

Bone apple teeth, bitch.

Ofc you didn’t because he always pulls out the puppy eyes and cuddles card after since he knows he’s well and truly rattled your patience lmao.

Actually picks really healthy food options?? Being the captain of a team he has the responsibility of keeping his health in top condition and leading by example so at least he knows the right ingredients to make a bomb-ass and nutritious meal ig.

Y’all always bicker and tease each other at the checkout which is usually great amusement for the clerk serving you as they often smirk and perceive you as an old married couple.

Which tbh you kinda are, it feels like it at least.

Still such a big asshole though lmao you never leave the store without your sanity being scathed.

KUNIMI:

Honestly just wanted an excuse to make jokes at the expense of the Aoba Johsai teammates.

and what better candidate for cracking these than Kunimi.

He’s a very chill partner to have tag along with you on your endeavours.

Not without some grumbling and groaning on his part though, lazy bitch.

You always finish shopping trips with a busted lung at how much you have been laughing though with some of the SHADY ASS REMARKS HE MAKES ABOUT THE OTHER TEAM MATES.

You were outside the store when you both spotted an angry looking Doberman tied to a nearby post.

“Smh who let Kyotani outside again.”

You hadn’t even set foot in the store yet and he was already spitting flaming insults.

[Walking up to the automatic double doors]

“Damn Oikawa move out of my way.”

Oikawa just tryna live and he keeps getting roasted for his flat cheeks

#StopOikawaAssShaming

Ten minutes of scouring the store later he picks up a spikey Kiwano and compares it to Iwaizumi’s hair.

Proceeds to beg you not to tell my boy Iwa because he KNOWS he will get decked to the gym floor.

Passers by often wonder why you’re wheezing and producing noises like a boiling kettle.

When I tell you no one is safe, I mean N O O N E.

“These Yule logs really out here looking like Matsukawa’s brows.”

The finisher was when Kunimi picked up a turnip and said

“Huh, kinda looks like Kindaichi.”

I just-

He could roast a whole chicken in minutes from the burn of these comments I stg.

You can now never look at the Seijou team without various foods or inanimate objects plaguing your thoughts.

Thanks, Kunimi.

#hq #haikyuu #kuroo tetsurō #nishinoya yuu #bokuto kotaro #terushima yūji #karasuno #johzenji #nekoma #fukurodani #haikyuu headcanons #hq headcanons #haikyuu x reader #aoba johsai #kunimi akira #seijou #seijoh

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nanaminsonyfans · 4 years ago

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👑See Me In A Crown👑

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Request; DABI x READER: YOU SHOULD SEE ME IN A CROWN- BILLY EILISH. THATS A BADASS DUO AND NO ONE CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE

A/N; True true, I highly agree, this is a gender neutral reader btw. Also, i took mega inspiration from the see me in a crown music video. Rock and roll buckeroo!

Pairing; Dabi x Villain!Reader

Warnings; manga spoilers, blood, semi gore, swearing, anime s4 spoilers

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“L/n, Y/n. Quirk: Nightmare. They can make one’s deepest nightmare come true. Villain name: Darkness.” A raspy voice spoke as a h/c haired person stood behind Dabi. That was you. You had a twisted smirk on your face, peaking from behind. “Scary huh? I was dismissed as a hero. Now I’m here~” You hummed. “Why did you bring their police report here?” The blue haired man asked, examining your figure from behind Dabi.

“Because he just broke me out of course.” You said in a monotone voice and stepped out beside Dabi. “L/n, bite your tongue.” Dabi commanded, you just stuck your tongue out and bit it. “You’re Tomura Shigaraki, yes?” You smirked and walked over to him. “You’re plan to finish off all of the heroes is failing yes? You let go of you’re chance to work with Kai Chisaki, he was very powerful, but you aren’t.” You smirked and leaned forward.

“I will kill you, L/n.” Tomura growled, you just laughed and then his hand went around your neck, pinkie lifted of course. You gave him a twisted grin as your eyes darkened to complete black. “Do it. Why aren’t you?” Your voice had gotten deeper as you invaded his mind, looking for his worst fear. “Y/n.” Dabi said in a warning tone. “Saved by the bell eh?” You smirk and grab Tomura’s wrist, ripping it away from touching your neck. “Try some lotion sometime, it might do you some good.” You whisper in his ear before retreating back to Dabi’s side.

Your comment towards Tomura made a blonde girl giggle but she quickly shut up. “They’re strong-” Dabi started, “They are cocky and disrespectful.” Tomura cut him off. The man beside you sighed deeply and crossed his arms. “They are strong, level headed, and can talk anyone down in seconds. They’re perfect for the League of Villains since we got rid of Chisaki.” You smiled and nodded happily. “Fine. They are your responsibility, scar face.” Tomura huffed and left the room. And so it begins.

Dabi thought, instead of wasting a Nomu, he would send you to deal with Endeavor and Hawks. “Dabi, that’s boring. Stupid Number One hero will kill me.” You whined to Dabi as you both sat in an abandoned parking garage. “Bite your tongue and bide your time. He won’t kill you, baby. You think I would let that happen? He’ll simply kill his fear.” The man across from you answered as you sat across from him. When he called you baby always made your heart flutter.

“Dabi, you don’t understand. The nightmare would be an extension of myself. If he does kill the nightmare, I’ll take awhile to recover.” You say, a small hint of fear in your voice. “I’ll be completely vulnerable.” “Then I’ll come get you. Don’t worry okay baby?” You sigh and nod. “Yeah okay.” You say, before smirking evilly. “I’m gonna run this nothing town.” Dabi grins at that statement and kisses you. “You’ll look great in a crown.” He smirked.

The time came and you sat in the same restaurant as Hawks and Endeavor. A table maybe ten or fifteen feet away. As a villain, you couldn’t always rely on your quirk, just like heroes couldn’t. You sat in the corner with a baggy black cloak on, messing with a Queen of Hearts card in your hand. Like a card trick of sorts. “Y/n, are you ready?” Your boyfriend’s voice rang through your small earpiece. “Yeah yeah.” You mumble and looked at the marble wall behind you as the waitress came up. “Would you like-” Her voice was cut short.

Count my cards, watch them fall, blood on a marble wall.

You smiled when you saw the blood on the wall and turned around to see everyone screaming and the two heroes looking at you. You grabbed the card that you threw that was now stuck in the wall and covered with blood. You licked the corner while smiling. “Oh yes! Keep screaming please!” You turned to the now standing heroes.

“I like the way they all....scream.” You smirk while licking the splattered blood from your lips and wiping your face with your sleeve. “Damn, and here I thought you were kinda pretty.” Hawks said, glaring at you as you grabbed more cards, one between each finger. “If you think I’m pretty, you should see me on a crown. I’m gonna run this nothing town~” You grin and threw more cards but Hawks deflected them with his feathers. “I’m not after you anyways, bird boy.” You hiss and take your hood off, grinning now.

“Tell me, Mr. Number One Hero, which one is worse? Living or dying first? Sleeping inside a hearse? Don’t worry, you’ll be in one soon!” You laugh as your eyes turned black. “Shit, Endeavor that’s Darkness! They broke out yesterday!” Hawks warning before you conjured up Endeavor’s worst nightmare. You let out a low chuckle before shooting through the roof.

There were certain levels of a fear, simple, mild, darkness. You started off simple, any hero’s fear would be innocent people dying. You conjured up black smoke that cut through the building you were just in. “Enji Todoroki eh? Seems you have a lot of fears.” You taunt as the Hell Flame hero dodged at you. You were able to dodge each of his attacks. “Ah, it seems you are afraid of All Might. Perhaps because he will always be stronger than you?” You laugh

Your black smoke took the form of All Might, now fighting Endeavor for you. Dabi let loose the grey Nomus to keep other Pros in the area occupied along with Hawks. “How’s everything up there?” “Perfect Dabi.” You hum back into the comlink before returning your attention to Endeavor, whom was just thrown to a rooftop. You grinned as you heard screams from down on the ground. “This is wonderful...ACK!” You held your stomach as you started to cough up blood.

You looked over at Endeavor who was now on the ground, though he landed one good hit to your nightmare, it was still okay. You huff and glare at the unmoving hero and threw a card at his eye. That woke him up, his painful scream echoing through the worthless city. You laughed and wiped your mouth from the blood. “Ah, you are weak. Shouldn’t be Number One after all eh?” You taunt with your voice coming through the nightmare All Might. You sent the nightmare after Hawks until you started to cough up blood again.

“What the fuck?!” You scream as you see a fireball crash into the city, like a meteor. Your entire body went limp from your nightmare being destroyed. Your body went flying to the ground until a hero caught you. Damned Hawks. When the two Pros were together again, you in Hawks arms, Dabi finally decided to show up. “Give them back.”

You were still semi-conscious so you heard the raw emotions in your boyfriends voice. “Who-” Endeavor started before Dabi started a whirlwind of blue fire. You took your chance to use the last of your energy to run to the man. “I’m sorry Dabi, I should’ve been better.” You said weakly but was quickly soothed when he kissed your forehead and picked you up. “I will kill you next time, Number One.” He hissed before disappearing.

Later that day you sat in the same parking garage, but this time on a bed, rubbing your skinned knee and stabbed thigh with rubbing alcohol so it wouldn’t get infected. Outside the door you heard yelling. “I told you to send a Nomu, not your fucking sidekick.” A man hissed at who you assumed was Dabi. “They had to prove themselves to the League, I thought this was their chance. It still go the job done, didnt it? Hawks?” Dabi smirked before going back to you. Hawks? Why was Dabi talking to a hero?

#my hero academia #boku no hero #bnha #mha #bnha dabi #mha dabi #dabi x reader #mha touya #touya todoroki #hawks x reader #endeavor x reader #tomura x reader #toga x reader #lov x reader #league of villains #song oneshots

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katsukis-sad-angel · 5 years ago

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Thorns

Pairing: Alpha!Katsuki Bakugou x F!Omega!Reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Summary: Two clans have been at war for generations, one obviously more superior to the other, but that didn’t stop the constant bloodshed and turf wars. Being a tiny omega has its benefits and its struggles, but one day when you finally get banished, an aggressive blonde alpha takes you for his own.

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, swearing, mentions of abandonment, bakugou’s thicc shoulders

A/N: My first tumblr series!! UGH. I hope this isn’t too bad. I’ve been working on this for a while so I hope you enjoy it. I’m super excited for chapter 2!

Chapter 1 💖 Chapter 2 💖 Chapter 3 💖 Chapter 4 💖 Chapter 5 💖 Chapter 6 💖 Chapter 7 💖

Chapter 1; Thorns

Gnats clouded your vision, each tiny bug making a dive for your tearstained face and getting caught in vicious swipes of your stained hands. The sound of running water was nearby, but each thicket of needle-like plants didn’t bring the calming noise any closer. Your trembling arms were ripped to shreds by the spines jutting from each branch.

That’s probably why the bugs were bothering you.

You had been traveling for days with no real sense of direction; the only thing you did know was you had to get as far away from your family lands as fast as possible.

The wind ruffled your tangly, (h/c) hair and blew your shredded dress around your bloody ankles. Your bare feet were scraped up as well, but you hardly noticed it when the sun came out. Its rays warmed your skin and gave you small comfort in your dire situation. The horrid clouds of insects dissipated quickly and you took a deep breath for the first time in hours.

A scent, it was of wood smoke and bubbling caramel, caught in the wind and invaded your nostrils.

An alpha.

No.

Your teary eyes widened and you looked around, hoping to get a glimpse of the owner of the scent.

No luck.

Had they smelled you? No, impossible. That morning, you had taken the utmost precautions and scrubbed your glands with clay and silt from a tiny stream.

A growl, deep and guttural met your ears from close by accompanied by the crackle of breaking twigs.

Scared, you tried to fight your way into a small clearing not too far ahead. Your scent going from a sweet meld of lavender and honey to the stench of dead roses made the alpha in your pursuit wrinkle his nose and pause where he crouched. He considered his options; grab you, grab you and knock you out, or let you go free. This was his clan’s territory! Just because you were an omega didn’t change that you were from an enemy clan! That’s why he had been tracking your movements. He couldn’t let your people get the upper hand.

You continued your frantic, yet futile attempts to escape the alpha. His bloodlust and anger were practically tangible. Thorn bushes tore across your limbs, sticks and rocks poked your sore feet but with the adrenaline pumping through your veins, you didn’t even feel the pain.

Nettles.

Mistaking it for a cluster of mint leaves, you plowed through it and immediately realized your fatal mistake. It felt like millions of tiny knives embedded themselves in your calves and feet. With a blood-curdling scream, you tripped over your own feet and fell face-first into the clearing you’d been aiming for.

Your poor legs, however, weren’t as lucky. From mid-thigh to your feet, nettle plants pressed their tiny hairs into your calf, raising welts as big as walnuts on the bloodied skin.

Sharp cries left your lips until you were able to worm your way into the clearing completely, lifting your skirt to see the damage done by the stupid leaves.

You had completely forgotten about the alpha. When he came out of the brush, his red eyes were fixed on you. Your sad cries faltered as your dilated, frightened orbs met his own. He approached you, fists clenched, vermillion cape fluttering by his feet, a thick fur collar settled around his throat, necklaces made of teeth and colored beads clattering and jingling against his broad chest as he moved. He was broad-shouldered and extremely muscular, but his face still held a childlike pudge, despite the weathered skin adorning them.

In short, he was very intimidating and very handsome.

Now he stood above you, glaring harshly with a scowl contorting his lips.

“Why the hell are you in our lands? You got a death wish or sum shit? Don’t you know what we do to people from your clan?” His tone was as harsh as the look in his eyes.

You cowered against a tree, fearful of what he would do. He didn’t look much older than you were but something in his stare told you he wouldn’t have a problem with fucking you raw and then slitting your throat.

“I-I’m s-sorry,” You whimpered, “I d-didn’t know I entered this part of the country! Please, f-forgive me! I mean n-no harm! I was exiled b-by my cl-clan!”

The alpha narrowed his eyes.

“Why the fuck should I trust you?” He leaned down so you were forced to meet and hold his iron gaze. The scent of fear emanating from your glands made him flare his nostrils in disgust. “You a spy?”

Pressing yourself further into the trunk, you shook your head vigorously.

He leaned closer, “Merchant? You sellin’ shit? Where’s your cart?”

Again, you shook your head.

His musk was suffocating; the smell boiling sugar over a smoky fire rolled over you in waves, making it difficult to focus, let alone breathe.

“Please… please d-don’t hurt me a-alpha.”

He growled in response.

“You got a name?”

“Y… Y/n.” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

“Tch-”

Suddenly the world went upside down. You squealed loudly when you realized what had just happened. The alpha had grabbed you and flipped you over his shoulder as though you weighed nothing. When you began to squirm, he nipped at the flesh of your thigh as a warning so you went still.

“Where… where are you t-taking me?” You whimper as he stood and began to walk through the trees.

“I’m the one asking the damn questions.” He snapped. After a moment of silence, you heard him sigh.

“Why the hell would they exile you? From what I’ve seen, your lame-ass tribe needs all the help they can get!” He snickered at the expense of your people, shaking his head at the mere thought of the last battle. His clan had defeated yours in less than 24 hours, killing all of the strongest alphas and pushing you even further back into the land of your fathers.

“I’m a runt.” You replied in a small voice.

“‘Scuse me?”

“I’m a runt. The s-smallest of the litter. I c-couldn’t speak for the first s-six years of my life b-because my v-vocal cords were underdeveloped. I’ve been an embarrassment to m-my clan since the b-beginning and they t-turned m-me away when I screwed up the rite of passage meal.”

“Never seen one of those.” He mused, “A runt? Hold on, deku is a bitchy little runt.” He adjusted his arm over your knees, “You are kinda shrimpy though.”

You wilted.

“Thanks.”

After a few more minutes of bird-serenaded travel, he spoke again, “Are runts supposed to be this thin?”

“I’m always the last in line for food and I eat whatever’s left.”

A hawk screeched overhead.

“And that would be…?”

“Not much.”

It was quiet again, no sound except the distant rush and bubble of water and birds chirping. The alpha wasn’t as bad as you thought; crude when he spoke, rough when he moved, and a cocky asshole, but there was something endearing about him. It was frightening.

“Alright dummy, don’t fucking move or show your face. Can’t let anyone see you. You’re mine.”

“Y-Yours?”

“Damn right.”

The sun licked your back, warming your tattered limbs and stinging legs. You smelled fire, metal, and cooking meat. Voices could be heard as well, children playing, men talking, and women gossiping.

Suddenly someone shouted, “Katsuki! You’re back!”

He grunted in response, but you knew he was smirking.

“What do you want?” He barked, “I’m busy!”

“We missed you!” Three voices said in unison. They were young girls.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! Hey, what’cha got there?”

“Mine.”

“Ooh! Is it an omega? Did you finally get a girl?”

“Maybe he’s gay! Is it a boy? Huh? Huh? Huh?”

“Back up! Stay away!”

The alpha was growling now, turning from left to right as people heard their conversation and became interested.

“He finally found an omega?”

“Took him long enough.”

“Wonder who she is.”

“She looks real thin, is she dead?”

“He’s bonding with a corpse? What the-”

“MIND YOUR OWN DAMN BUSINESS!” He screeched.

You could hear him growling. He began to move quickly through the growing crowds of people, all of them trying to catch a glimpse of the prince’s omega.

After deeming all omega maidens of his clan, ‘gross’ he’d been searching for months to find a suitable mate. If he didn’t find a mate soon, he wouldn’t get to become the leader of his clan.

You were perfect.

You feared him.

Despite your injuries and excessive thinness, you were gorgeous.

You were ripe for the picking; a young, fertile female who would be his, who would carry his pups despite your origins.

You were submissive.

You depended on him.

He loved it.

Reaching the tent in the middle of if the camp, he tore back one of the curtains and entered the expensively decorated and well-lit room.

Kneeling spitefully before his parents, he lay you on the ground before them like an offering.

“Hey hag. Found one.”

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whump-mania · 4 years ago

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Barely Human: Chapter 1

TW: needles, body horror, gore, monsters, medical whump

Connie typed away at her computer, finishing up her studies for the night. She smiled with pride, proud of the research she had gotten done about the Noxes: the terrifying eldritch creatures that plagued the island Connie lived on.

She was getting closer and closer to finding something that could kill them. Everyone was counting on her: she WAS the renound scientist that figured out a cure for a Nox transformation, after all. Why wouldn’t they expect this of her?

Connie felt that she was just one puzzle piece away from finding the solution. All of the deaths and trauma caused by those monsters would finally cease, and the island would be itself again. Nox scientists could be scientists, Nox hunters could be hunters, Nox victims could be…well, not victims.

Connie closed her laptop when she finished up her last note, yawning deeply and rising from her office chair to get ready for bed. A full day of research could really tire someone out.

She made her way up to her bathroom, washed her face, and put pajamas on. Connie started pulling her long, black hair out of the messy bun she wore when—

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Connie jumped at the noise, almost screaming. That noise…that was the emergency tone. She checked her phone: it was 12:30 in the morning, who would be needing her so late?

She rushed to the small, silver communication device that was beeping loudly and violently on her work desk. She picked it up and pressed “answer”, effectively stopping the beeping.

Connie yawned. “Hey, who is th—”

“CONNIE!”

The scientist yelped and almost dropped the device. But she recognized that voice (of course she recognized it, she fantasized about it every day): it was Micah.

“O-Oh, Micah, hey, what’s—”

“C-Connie, are you—fuck, he’s BLEEDING, oh god—Connie a-are you free?”

Micah Saunders was the leader of the 3rd Nox Hunter team. He was confident, friendly, headstrong, and the most brilliant team leader Connie had ever met.

So it sent chills up her spine to hear such raw fear in his voice.

“Yes, I’m…I’m free, what do you—”

“C-Cameron, he’s…oh god…” Micah’s voice was muffled, as if his hand was covering his mouth. “A Nox, he got…he got bitten, Connie, he’s turning.”

“Oh, o-oh shit. Come here right away, I-I’ll get a room ready.” Connie started rushing down to her lab.

The call ended before she made it down the stairs to her laboratory. Connie hastily gathered the essentials for this kind of situation: a few syringes, leather restraints, and a beaker of light purple liquid: the serum that she herself had created.

Connie panted and waited down in her lab for the doorbell. She looked around her and sighed. “Cameron,” she whispered out loud. Cameron. Why was it always Cameron?

Cameron, the rookie. Cameron, the boy who joined Team 3 only two months ago. Cameron, the only member of all of the teams to never have sedated a Nox. Cameron, the “cute little readhead” that Micah was always raving about now.

Why. Did she always. Have to hear. About. Cameron.

Of course he got bitten, inexperienced little—

The doorbell shook Connie out of her thoughts. She pulled on a dirty lab coat, rushed up the stairs, and opened the door.

“Connie, thank god!” Connie was face to face with the fearless team leader, now with bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks. Micah rushed inside, urging the rest of his team inside.

Connie was passed by Micah, then Yvonne, then Oliver, then Russell: and in Russell’s strong arms, was Cameron.

Cameron looked horrible.

His face was coated with sweat, eyes uncontrollably leaking with tears. His hair was matted, his uniform was dirty, and pained moans left his pale lips.

But the worst thing of all was Cameron’s arm. His uniform was torn through, and on his freckled skin was a deep gash, pulsing and leaking blood that was pure black. The wound was spreading to the rest of his arm, his veins turning black and swelling to the surface of his skin.

Connie wanted to throw up.

The scientist rushed the five of them down to her laboratory and quickly strapped Cameron into an examination chair with the leather restraints. The rest of the team did whatever they could to help.

As Connie filled a syringe with her serum, Micah leaned over Cameron’s chair.

“Cam, can you hear me? You’re gonna be okay, I promise, just—just stay with me, okay?” Micah’s voice rang in Connie’s ears. All of that fuss for him.

She shook her head. Don’t think about that right now, you have a job to do. The scientist strode over to the boy strapped in the chair, and without any hesitation, stabbed the pulsing wound with the needle.

Cameron’s scream was inhuman. It ripped from his throat, probably shredding it to pieces, and even Yvonne jumped back. Oliver screamed too, Russell covered his ears, and it took everything in Micah’s power not to rip Connie away from his teammate.

The syringe was finally pulled away when the serum had effectively seeped into Cameron’s wound. It stopped pulsing, and became slightly less swollen. His veins began to turn back to their normal color. Cameron took deep gasps of air, still hazy from the pain.

Connie stepped back, and turned to the rest of the team. “Um…yeah. First dose is done.” She gave them an awkward smile. She just wished they would stop looking at her like she just killed him.

Micah snapped out of whatever trance he was in and cleared his throat. “Thank you, Connie. Thank you so, so much, you’re a lifesaver.” Connie couldn’t hide the redness that formed st her cheeks, or the smile that crept onto her face. “O-Of course…”

Yvonne scoffed. “It’s her JOB, Micah, chill.” She turned to the scientist. “How long’s this gonna take?”

Connie shrunk a little at Yvonne’s harsh tone. The strong, stoic woman had always intimidated her. “Uh…probably, like, two? T-Two weeks? Maybe three.” She turned back to Cameron. “It’s…not as bad as it could be.”

“It’s late.” Russel’s deep voice filled the room. Oliver spoke up as well, wringing his hands nervously. “He’s right…our boss will get worried.”

“Then let’s go,” Yvonne snapped, turning to leave. Russel and Oliver quickly followed her up the stairs, and Micah trailed behind.

“You promise he’ll be okay?” Micah asked the scientist. Connie gave him the most reassuring smile she could.

“Promise.”

Micah returned the smile and ran up the stairs, leading his team home. Connie was alone again…no, not alone. He was still here.

Connie sighed and found her clipboard. The first dose was just given, the second would be tomorrow morning at 8, the third at 6…

Cameron’s pained whines broke Connie’s gaze from her clipboard. “C…Con…” His voice was raspy and weak, his attempt to say Connie’s name dying in a cough.

Connie put her clipboard down and walked in front of Cameron. “Do you need something?” She asked, keeping her distance even though he was tied down.

Cameron’s whole body shook. “H-Hurts…need…” Another cough. Connie tried not to roll her eyes as she sighed deeply.

“I can’t give you anything. The serum’s all you get. Sorry.”

She tried to block out Cameron’s whimpers as she packed up her supplies and headed back upstairs. “It just HAD to be him,” Connie whispered to herself before getting in bed.

She dreamed of Micah.

By the fourth dose, Cameron had improved. A little bit.

The wound was still gory, the pain was still intense. That wouldn’t change until about the tenth dose. But it wasn’t spreading anymore, and that’s all Connie really cared about. The world didn’t need anymore damn Noxes.

Connie made her way downstairs to deliver the fifth dose. She was irritated: she didn’t like having someone in her lab, it was her safe space. Her place to be alone with her thoughts. And now, it was occupied by the last person she wanted to think about.

Cameron let out a weak “Hey” when Connie came downstairs, which was promptly ignored. She wanted to get this stupid drug into this stupid kid and get this stupid situation done and over with.

“I’m glad you’re—” Cameron paused to cough. “—H-Here. It’s, um…it’s getting k-kinda… bad.” Silence. “How…are you?” Cameron tried again. He wanted to make conversation, to feel more like a patient and less like a test subject. But he was only ignored again as the syringe filled once more.

Connie made her way to the redhead strapped to the chair. She grimaced at his wound: the one thing keeping her from having a fairly peaceful week. Her eyes trailed up to Cameron’s: they weren’t that green, like Micah had said.

Connie’s heart fell a little when she thought about Micah. When she thought about how he constantly talked about Cameron, how he got so attached to the boy only days after meeting him when it took herself years to get close with Micah.

Connie looked at the syringe in her hand. Her finest work. The serum that had won her numerous awards, and endless praise, and that made her the one spark of hope for the island.

The serum that was being wasted on some boy.

Connie looked Cameron dead in the eye. Cameron’s eyes filled with confusion, and he laughed nervously. “Are you gonna…”

With that, Connie turned around. She strode to the trash can she kept near her work table, and opened it. Cameron strained his neck to watch her.

Their eyes met. Connie narrowed hers as she angled the tip of the syringe into the can. Cameron’s widened.

“W-What are you—”

SPLAT.

The rememants of the syringe landed in the bottom of the waste basket. Connie turned, and without a word, she placed the empty syringe on the counter with a clang and left.

Cameron’s breath quickened. He shot a look to his arm. He hadn’t lied: the wound was swelling, and leaking more than it should be. And the serum that was supposed to be in his arm was in the trash can.

“No…no, no, this can’t…” Cameron started to struggle. His stomach turned and he suppressed a gag when something began to creep out of the wound. A small, black tendril inched out, waving around before growing in length and slowly constricting around Cameron’s arm.

“Help! HELP! COME BACK, PLEASE!” Cameron cried desperately. He sobbed as more small tendrils broke their way through his skin. He was screaming at the top of his lungs for Connie, for ANYONE, to help him.

An hour passed.

Two. Three.

Seven. Eight.

An entire day.

Two days passed, and Cameron was still strapped to that chair.

Except it wasn’t exactly Cameron anymore.

Now, there was a Nox in that chair.

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ayatosmlktea · 5 years ago

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Hi may i request some levi x reader in which she is a gentle nurse who goes to the underground ocassionally to help the kids in need there? Kinda like charity idk. Levi (still living in there with Farlan and Isabel) thinks her actions are not selfless or maybe resents her by thinking she looks down on all of the underground citizens, until Farlan gets injured and the reader helps them, making Levi see her in a new light, having a crush on her. Thanks you

A/N: This was a great request! Sorry it took so long! This request is just about 4000 words...I obviously got carried away with it but I hope you enjoy it!!!!!

𝑱𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍

To say that Levi despised her was an understatement. The way she would come and go as she pleased, pitying their despairing life was vile to him. There was absolutely no way that anyone of her social standing could do anything out of the kindness of their own hearts.

There was always an ulterior motive. At first he hadn’t paid much attention to her presence, figuring that once she got a taste of what the underground was like she would go running back to the surface at the first sight of filth. He hadn’t paid much attention to the medical care she was giving a few of the kids, sure he could appreciate the poor underfed brats being taken care of. No one looked out for anyone down there, it was eat or be eaten.

Levi didn’t know why her presence made him so annoyed, or why the mere sight of her had his skin crawling in a way that made him want to scrub his skin until it was raw. Levi hated pity, especially when it came from spoiled good-for-nothing rich outsiders. The last thing any of them needed were constant reminders of how close the lives they wanted were only to have it ripped from their grasp. Isabel and Farlan were less jaded than Levi was and a little bit too trusting of the gentle stranger that came in and out of the underground.

“She’s really nice, big bro! You should give her a chance!” Isabel pleaded, Levi merely scoffed. Like he would ever let himself get close to her kind. The last thing he needed was some stuck up snobby rich girl pitying him.

“I’ll pass,” Levi replied, his tone indicating that the conversation should end there. Isabel sighed dramatically but decided to drop the topic for now knowing that if she pushed any harder she was never going to get Levi to even look at Y/N. Rounding the corner a sneer flashed across his face as his eyes met the crouched form of the unofficial underground nurse.

“Come on, let me see that beautiful smile of yours” Levi rolled his eyes at the soft words that made the small girl giggle. Pulling out a few tissues from her bag she wiped away any stray tears on the child’s face and then gave her extra ones to blow her nose.

“This is going to hurt a little bit but you can handle it right? You’re a tough cookie!” The red haired child nodded tentatively, her hands clenched in her lap while the h/c woman unwrapped a pad of alcohol wipes and rubbed it over a fairly nasty scrape on the girl's knee. Her fingers worked quickly as she wrapped white gauze around the little girl’s knee, securing it with clips and medical tape.

“There! All better” The kind hearted smile she gave the little girl while handing her a small piece of chocolate had his stomach churning.

“See! Told ya she was nice” Isabel chirped, skipping over to chat with her newly made friend. Levi was not impressed, not in the slightest.

“What’s your deal?” He asked, looking down at her with an unwavering gaze that would have had most men running with their tail between their legs. E/C eyes finally raised to meet his glare, her brow cocked as she let out a scoff.

“Why do I need to have a deal? Can’t I just help because I want to?” Packing up the bandages into her small black bag she stood up, smoothing the creases on her skirt. She was taller than Levi, crossing her arms over her chest and rested her weight on one leg. Her sudden cocky demeanour a complete flip from the kind-hearted young woman that had been crouched before him seconds ago.

“No, no one does shit just because they want to. Everyone has a price, what’s yours?” Y/N rolled her eyes, a curt laugh grating against his ears painfully.

“What a cynical worldview you have, some of us don’t give a shit about money. These kids need help, would you rather I let them succumb to preventable infections and have them suffer?”

“Tch, no one here needs your charity. Whatever you’re expecting to get from these people you think you’re helping isn’t going to happen. Stop giving these kids false hope, all you’re doing is waving your perfect life in their faces while reminding them that they’re never going to live one” Levi’s words were cold, sharp and unforgiving. Every sentence gradually louder than the next until he was spitting his feelings of resentfulness easily and without restraint.

“I’m assuming you’re Levi. Isabel did say you were a bit difficult to get to know.” Levi’s eyes briefly glanced over at the bashful looking red-head before focusing on Y/N.

“I don’t care what your opinions of me are, if you don’t like me then stay out of my way and I’ll stay out of yours!” Not giving Levi the chance to come up with another jab to her intentions she turned her back on him and started walking off with Isabel at her side.

Clicking his tongue in annoyance Levi strode off in the opposite direction, he would make damn sure that their paths never crossed again.

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。..·

“You’ve got to be kidding me” Levi groaned, it seemed that no matter how hard he tried to avoid her, they always seemed to run into each other. Y/N’s presence had become too frequent for Levi’s liking. He couldn’t shake his gut feeling that her intentions were not as innocent as she wanted them to think.

What normal person went out of their way to care for kids they had no obligations to? Even their own parents didn’t seem to care about them as much as Y/N did. Levi had no idea what was so appealing about her, he was surprised Isabel continued to hang around her for as long as she did.

“Hey it’s okay! It’s only going to feel like a little pinch for two seconds and then it’s over” Y/N was trying to soothe a crying boy, he looked scared and if Levi didn’t know any better she looked exhausted. Her clothes were stained in a mixture of dirt and what looked like blood.

His nose scrunched at how dirty she was. Noticing the small needle in her hands Levi could gather enough to know that she was having trouble trying to calm the frantic boy sitting across from her. There was a white bandage wrapped around his upper arm.

He should have just kept walking, completely ignored her and pretended that she didn’t exist, but his feet wouldn’t move.

Her eyes slowly raised, a small spark of relief flashed across her face.

“Can you please hold him still for me? I just need to give him this shot so he doesn’t get an infection” Her tone was soft but her eyes were pleading with him for help. Figuring that it was better to get it over with, and not because he felt any compassion for her, Levi squatted down nudging the child to look at him.

“Listen kid, just sit still and let her give you the shot. Otherwise you’re going to get sick, is that what you want?” She inwardly cringes at his absence of gentleness but it seems to work, and she isn’t going to argue with it.

“There! It’s all done, wasn’t so bad was it?” she smiles brightly at the boy who wipes away a few tears shaking his head. Handing him a small piece of chocolate, the same thing she did after treating every one of her ‘patients’, she checked the bandage on his arm one last time.

“Make sure you wash this properly tonight okay? Have your sister wrap it again tomorrow morning and don’t go playing around with metal, got it?” Y/N says sternly, handing him a small roll of bandages.

“Thank you, miss” he sniffles, giving her a quick hug before running off.

“Still running your charity business I see” Levi mutters, Y/N rolls her eyes in response.

“Do you really think I’d still be doing this for free if I didn’t care about these kids? I’ve had my fair share of intimidation down here” Y/N replies, it wasn’t unlike Levi to make jabs at her work. It had already been nearly three months of consistently sneaking down into the underground and caring for the sick, hurt children and occasionally some of the adults.

“I know how you feel about me but I’m not going to justify my actions, I help people who need it. That’s it! There’s nothing in it for me except being able to sleep at night knowing that I’m able to make a difference for these kids” She’s persistent, Levi gives her that much. It’s almost a little endearing. Endearing? Where the hell did that come from, Levi shakes his head. He was not about to get soft for her, no matter how pure her intentions seemed.

At the end of the day their worlds were never meant to collide.

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。..·

Levi didn’t know why their paths always collided. He couldn’t explain why he was watching her like some creep from a distance. If he didn’t see her at least once a week he knew something was off. Nearly all the kids had taken a liking to her, even some of the older troublesome teenagers were putty in her hands.

Perhaps it was the gentle touch she so willingly and freely gave that they’d never know. Levi watched her work with a fascination that he would never let her know, her fingers were gentle and skilled. Not once had she ever commented on their lifestyle or made them feel the way that everyone viewed them.

She didn’t seem to mind the dirt and filth that clung to her clothes, and was more than willing to spend extra time with the children she helped care for. Maybe she wasn’t like the others, maybe there was something different about her heart. His many harsh jabs at her never deterred her and she was more than capable of holding her own against his crass humor.

Somewhere along half heartedly insulting her he’d actually come to miss her presence. After her confession last time that she’d run into the less favourable men of the underground, Levi had taken it upon himself to personally escort her back to the entrance. He was a well known thug, people wouldn’t bother her if they knew what was good for themselves.

Y/N couldn’t say she wasn’t grateful, and more often than once she’d found herself wanting to kiss him. It was a little ridiculous, falling for someone who acted like they didn’t want anything to do with her, but underneath layers of walls that had been up to keep his heart protected was a very vulnerable person. Y/N chalked it up to her nurturing nature, it had to be the only reasonable explanation for why she craved his presence at night.

She was also fairly close to Farlan, except he didn’t bring a parade of butterflies with him whenever he was around. He didn’t make her uncharacteristically nervous, and he most definitely didn’t make her swoon when their eyes met. Sighing in defeat, Y/N covers her head with her pillow.

She had a thing for Levi, and she had it bad.

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。..·

The door to their house slams open, Levi and Farlan stumble in both covered in a mixture of blood and dirt. Farlan looks a lot worse for wear than Levi, a large pool of blood soaking through his shirt. His face is deathly pale and there are large beads of sweat dripping down his face and he can barely stand on his own.

“What happened?” Isabel cries rushing towards the two, helping Levi carry Farlan over to the couch and lying him down.

“We got ambushed” Levi huffs under his breath, he would’ve had no trouble taking out the thugs that had jumped them if Farlan hadn’t been sliced open while he had been caught off guard.

Lifting his shirt Isabel nearly gags, the wound is deep and wide across his stomach with blood flowing out.

“Get some towels and put pressure on it, we need to stop the bleeding” Levi orders snapping Isabel out of her trance.

While they’re all fairly good at stitching up small wounds, neither of them have ever done anything this big before and at the rate that Farlan is losing blood they need to act fast.

“Go get Y/N! She can help” Levi wants to say no, he’s stubborn and too prideful to admit that they need her help.

“Please!” Levi doesn’t say anything, one look at Farlan’s face is enough to convince him that now would be the right time to swallow his pride. He doesn’t even know where to start looking for her but at least his ODM gear can make the search for her faster.

It almost feels like luck is on their side, Y/N isn’t far from their house and Levi almost flies right into her as she rounds a corner.

“I need your help” Y/N can’t contain her shock, not once in all her time in the underground had Levi ever asked her for help and on top of it he looked like he’d been to hell and back.

“What’s wrong with you?” She asks jokingly not thinking his request was actually serious. Her eyes assess his black eye and cut lip.

“It’s Farlan” Her eyes widen ever so slightly, the pit of dread in her stomach signaling that it was probably bad if Levi had grown some balls to ask for her help.

“Please” Y/N is sure she’s been knocked out or at the very least hallucinating and she wants to make a witty jab but the look in his eyes is one she’s never seen before. It’s almost desperate, and if she looks a little closer, scared. Nodding she lets out a surprised yelp when Levi grabs her in his arms.

“Don’t let go” he mumbles before manoeuvring them through the streets.

“Yeah, like I’d do that!” She tries to sound sassy but the feeling of soaring through the air makes the words catch in her throat coming out more scared than anything. Y/N can’t deny that the feeling of zipping so freely through the air is just as exhilarating as it is terrifying, it’s something she’s always wanted to experience. Her eyes always followed the trio with amazement and adoration at how effortless they made it look.

Her arms tighten around his neck as he makes a sharp turn and she wonders if she imagines the barely audible sharp intake of air he takes. His feet hit the ground and the force of his momentum is hard enough to throw her out of his grasp if it weren’t for his arms holding her against him.

“Um thanks” she mutters, hoping to God that her face isn’t as red as it feels.

Her legs are a little wobbly and her heart feels like it’s going to burst out of her chest and she’s sure her face is on fire. Levi ushers her into the house, his hand just ghosting over the small of her back leaving sparks of electricity in their place.

“Y/N! Thank gods you’re here” Isabel nearly cries with relief, her hands are soaked with Farlan’s blood and it makes her stomach churn. She’d been expecting something bad, but this was almost beyond her capabilities.

“Okay I need a bowl of warm water, some more towels, a bucket and I need an extra pair of hands.” Dropping her bag next to the couch and rolling up her sleeves she looks to Levi.

“Do you have somewhere else we can move him? Preferably a table?” Y/N and Levi carefully move Farlan’s barely conscious body onto the large table they dragged from the kitchen beside the couch. Levi grimaces at the blood soaked cushions, guilt eating away at him. Isabel brings over a bowl of warm water and towels.

“Maybe you should wait outside Izzy, you did a great job stabilizing him until I got here” Y/N gives Isabel a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

“You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to” she offers, while washing her hands.

“Of course I’m staying” he rolls his eyes, almost offended that she would insinuate he couldn’t handle it. Sure it was messy but Farlan was his family.

“Okay then let’s get started. We’re running out of time”

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。..·

What felt like hours later, Y/N closed the last stitch. Her fingers were so cramped she couldn’t uncurl them, her feet and back were aching but Farlan would live. He’d lost a substantial amount of blood, but there was nothing she could do about that for now.

She’d have to come back with more supplies tomorrow. All she wanted to do was collapse onto the floor and sleep, her eyes were burning and blurry. Levi had gone to call Isabel inside and the two carried Farlan into his room. She grabbed the bloodied towels and threw them into the garbage. She’d have to bring more towels too.

“You should rest” Levi murmurs from beside her causing her to jump out of her skin.

“God Levi, don’t do that!” she huffs, her body just barely leaning against his as he moves to turn off the tap water.

“Someone's jumpy” he smirks, enjoying the crimson tint that spreads over her face. God his smirk was lethal.

“Shut up” Y/N huffs, drying her hands. Her body was so tired she could barely pick her feet up. Levi grabs her by the upper arm, leading her to his bedroom. Even in her state of exhaustion she feels the room becoming smaller and hotter as she watches him sort through his clothes, finally throwing her a plain shirt.

“Change and then get some sleep, you look like shit” Levi directs her to the bathroom.

“Always so charming” Y/N mutters, feeling a little self conscious at his comment. It wasn’t the first time he’d commented on her appearance but it was the first time that it made her feel self-conscious. Maybe it was because this was the first time she’d ever seen a side to his personal life, or maybe it was because all she wanted was one compliment from him.

It was probably pointless, the Levi she’d grown to love didn’t come off as someone who had time to let anyone else in. Looking back at her reflection in the mirror, she had to admit he had a point. Her hair was a little frizzy, strands were coming undone from her ponytail and the circles under her eyes were a little darker than usual.

Despite being too tired to even think about putting effort into her appearance, the feelings for Levi that had taken over her rational mind would not allow her to leave the bathroom without even trying to look half decent.

Wearing his shirt was something else entirely, it smelled like him, which was probably creepy of her to say but it made a longing to call him hers pang in her heart.

“Stop being so fucking soft” she scolds herself mentally. It wasn’t going to do her any good to fall for him. Not that it had worked in slowing down her feelings.

“Just tell her! What’s the worst that could happen?” She hears Isabel say through the door, her curiosity spiking.

“She could hear me” Levi responds dryly.

“Is that big bro’s shirt?” Isabel asked, her eyes darting to Levi briefly, as Y/N walked out of the bathroom.

“Uh, yeah” she mumbled feeling suddenly tiny under Isabel and Levi’s gaze. Something unreadable flashes across Isabel’s face before grabbing the dirty clothes out of her hands.

“I’ll go wash these for you!” She chirps.

“Oh no it’s okay, I can do it!” Y/N protests but Isabel is having none of it.

“Y/N please, you saved Farlan’s life. This is the least I can do” Y/N still felt guilty letting Isabel wash her clothes but she knew how stubborn the red-head could be.

“Go sleep, you need it” It was strange being in Levi’s room, it was personal and intimate and yet it felt like she was just a stranger looking in. His room was clean, unsurprisingly, there weren’t many things in it but she didn’t have to ask him to know that whatever was in the room had some sentimental value to him.

“The bed isn’t going to bite” Levi declared once again giving her a heart attack.

“Stop doing that! At least make noise or something” Y/N groaned, willing her heart to calm down. The two of them sat awkwardly on the edge of his bed, not saying anything and it was only making her more nervous.

“Thank you” his words were so quiet she wouldn’t have heard it if he wasn’t sitting so close to her.

“You don’t need to thank me, I’m always happy to help” Y/N replied truthfully, it was something she would have done for anyone else.

“I guess I was wrong about you” he chuckled softly, her heart was pounding in her chest so hard it physically hurt. This was the first time she’d seen him smile, let alone laugh. Levi turned his head, his eyes lingering on her lips long enough to make the back of her neck prickle with heat.

She didn’t know what spurred it, maybe she was too tired to care, but she found herself leaning into him and to her surprise Levi wasn’t moving away. His hand cupped the side of her face bringing their lips together in a kiss that was anything but gentle. Her entire being was screaming, nerves on fire and heart about to explode. It was everything she had ever dreamed of and more.

Levi had never felt anything softer or tasted anything sweeter than her lips. It made his head spin, and his stomach flip with nerves. His mind was so overwhelmed with pleasure that the sting of his cut lips didn’t even register in his mind. He didn’t want to stop kissing her but his lungs were burning for air.

Y/N pulled him right back in, her fists gripping the collar of his shirt and his other hand tangles itself in her hair at the nape of her neck. Kissing her was addictive, it felt like finally coming up for air and the feeling of her hands cupping his jaw had his nerves short circuiting. Eventually, her impulsivity wore off and the realization of what she’d done hit her hard.

“I can’t believe we just kissed” she whispered, bringing a hand to her slightly swollen lips which were still tingling from his touch. Levi immediately took her words to mean that she regretted it and his body tensed, waiting for her to take it back.

“Oh, was it a mistake then?”

“No! That’s not what I meant!” she explains frantically knowing that he’ll shut her out at the slightest hint of rejection

“I obviously have feelings for you, dumbass” Levi rolls his eyes and scoffs.

“So articulate, Y/N”

“I’ve thought about doing that for a while” she mumbles, Levi could feel the tips of his ears growing hot at her confession.

“Say something! I look like an idiot confessing all by myse-” Levi drags her back in for another kiss effectively cutting her off.

“Is this a good enough confession for you?” He smirks and suddenly Y/N isn’t that tired anymore.

“I don’t know, you might need to convince me a little more”

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yandere-romanticaa · 5 years ago

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Ren Kouha.

yandere! alphabet

Because there needs to be more Magi content.

A - Attribute: What brought on this side of them? What made them click?

It was most likely the sheer fascination he has with his darling. He wants to know literally everything about them, and thanks to his royal status he can do

B - Blood: If they're extreme how messy are they willing to get?

Very, very messy! Kouha isn't afraid of getting his hands dirty a single bit, but even then he does need to cover up his tracks. He'll happily slice and dice his poor victims like mere butter, and this will only make him more excited for his next kill, no matter how annoying his target may be.

C - Cope: Do they try to deal with this jelaousy sooner or later or do they lash out?

He is jelaous is passive in a way. Whenever he feels like someone is a bit too close to his darling, he will just sluggishly put an arm around their elwaist while playing it off like he doesn't care. In reality though, he is more then furious as his poor s/o is being crushed in his embrace, and there is nothing they can do to stop it.

D - Death: Do they feel any sorrow for their victims at all?

No, absolutely not, and why should he? He makes it crystal clear that s/o is his, and his only, and he therefore expects everyone to obey that. But not everyone listents to him and if they continue to pester or flirt with his little darling, things won't be so smooth for the other party involved...

E - Earnest: Are they intense?

It depends on his mood. On some days, he's calm and happy, dare I say normal. He is not lashing out, no one is hurt and this is the best Kouha can be. He is smiling, he is more then happy and he is just downright sweet to his love. But it can be easy to get a rise out of him, and there is no going back after that. He's sadistic and enjoys inflicting pain on his s/o which really can go out of hand if he is really mad.

F - Fight: How would they feel if you fought back against them?

He might enjoy it, believe it or not. Well, only at the beginning that is. Kouha adores the fire in his darling, he likes seeing them mad and angry, that is why he teases them so much in the first place! But he will expect total obedience from his s/o at some point. His little pet better learn to behave by then because things might just become messy othervise.

G - Game: How much do they enjoy watching you run and have a fearful expression?

Oh, he would love every second of it~! He loves the hunt, he loves the game, but most of all, he loves all of the adorable faces his darling makes, but one of his favorites is seeing them scared. Kouha just finds it so utterly irresisstible, he just can't help but yo hurt his s/o even more just because he loves that look so much!

H - Hell: What would be your worst experience with them?

Ah... Well, it would most likely be his first jelaous outburst. A male friend got a little too close for comfort and Kouha dragged his darling to his room. Everything that happened later is somewhat blurry, but s/o will never forget the sheer and raw pain they felt the entire time. It's a trauma that would be difficult to heal, and if s/o is smart enough, after that outburt they'll know betger then to disobey Kouha ever again.

I - Iron: How emotionally stable would you be throughout the events that unfold?

It all depends on the darlings will, but after a certain point they will crack. It is just difficult to live like this, having to please any and all of Kouha's whims...

J - Jet: How fast would it happen for them to go yandere?

It would take a while for someone to pique his interest, but once that is done, he will become a full blown yandere really damn fast. He has the power and money to immediatly take his darling and he will pull a few strings along if he deems it necessary.

K - Kill: Would they ever hurt anyone in order to get to you?

Oh you bet he will. No matter how well behaved his darling is, Kouha will most definetly leave a trail of blood behind him. This will most likely happen at the beginning of the relationship though because Kouha is unsure of who he can trust. After a few months though, the kill count will drop but under the condition that s/o obeys his every rule.

L - Lonely: How much loneliness would they feel if you two were apart?

He would be so lonely, and so dramatic about it too. He most likey won't see his s/o for several days straight, sometimes even months! That is just too much for him, and Kouha always becomes so needy at these times. He wants his little s/o back, and he wants them now-!!

M - Might: How agressive would they be towards you?

His mood swings can be so extreme, it can be hard to tell. One moment he is carresing s/o's hair, the next moment he is slapping them for dissobeying. It's a absolute whirlwind being with Kouha, and no one can predict his actions.

N - Next: Would they ever move on after you?

He would find that pretty difficult to do, nearly impossible almost. He has never felt like this before, and he doesn't want this love to go away! If his s/o died, poor Kouha would become so depressed, he won't be himself anymore...

O - Opression: How many rights would they take away from you?

It all depends on s/o's behaviour. Of course, he will take away their freedom but if they are good to him, Kouha is more then happy to reward them. If his s/o is more patiemt and sweet towards him, he'll be kinder. If they keep on persisting, Kouha will need to become even more strict.

P - Prize: Would they consider this a game?

Sort of. In a way, Kouha does see this as a game of cat and mouse but he can get serious when the time calls for it. Again, it all depends on his mood.

Q - Quality: Would they be secertive or flashy about what they do?

He is flashy is a subtle way. He is both proud to have his darling, but at the same time he does need to tone it down simply because of his imperial status. If the chance arrises, he will show off and brag about his s/o to others, but other then that he can be very low key.

R - Rain: Would they keep you inside forever?

He most likely would! Nothing makes him happier then coming back home for a long and tiresome battle then to run off to his sweet s/o who is waiting for him in his chambers! He might let his s/o out on special ocassions, but that's about it.

S - Stalker: Would they stalk you? How intense would it go?

He wouldn't really stalk his darling, and there are two main reasons for that. The first one is that he just doesn't have time for that and the second one is that he simply doesn't need to. He can always just tell his guards to not allow his s/o to leave the pallace grounds, or if they were extra naughty, he might even lock them up!

T - Turmoil: Would they force you to team up with them?

In combat? Never. In chosing what to eat for brekfast? Definetly! Cute, domestic things are Kouha's favorite things to do when it comes to his s/o, and he will be more then happy to let them chose what they will have for dinner or what to wear.

U - Usage: Would they use you to get what they desire?

No. As twisted and cruel he makes himself look, he does have a soft spot for his darling amd he would rather chop his own head off then to use them in that kind of way. The only thing he wants is them, and nothing else.

V - Version: Would they do anything diffirent from the classic yandere?

Well yes and no! He is still rather bloddy and grusome, but what sticks out about him is his power and royal status. He is a metal vessel user, it would be insanely difficult to beat him, so anyone in their right mind wouldn't dare to oppose him.

W- Wild card: A random yandere headcanon.

If his darling does behave at least a little, he'll be more then happy to spoil them. This is something that he just loves to do, and he wants to do it more often! If his darling misbehaves though, certain benifits will be taken away from them.

X - Xenophobia: How much would they get angry from their jelaousy?

Really, really angry like dear God, help-! Jelaousy is not an emotion he is familar with, and combined with the fact that he can slice pretty much anyone in half for merely insulting him is a deadly combination!

Y - Yandere: How many crimes would they commit?

Quite a few, but not so many to gain country wide attantion. He is still a prince after all, and he does need to be careful even if he can clean up and dispose of his mess...

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bowieandqueen11 · 5 years ago

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Inconvenience / Bill Denbrough Imagine

Request: Hiii! I’m very sorry for the bother but could you please write a story where Bill’s girlfriend has self-esteem issues so Pennywise uses this against her (like telling her she was ugly, etc.) but Bill comes with reassuring words? Thank you! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Ahh anon and all my lovely readers you are beautiful! <3

Writer’s block has been kicking my ass this week, so as always, comments are much appreciated!

The lobby of Derry’s townhouse is classy in the most classless way possible. It has all the corporate taste for luxury items, but something seemed off, as if the furniture was taken from a different realm. There are flowers, beautiful, the perfect shade of orange to compliment the woody hues and creams. On closer inspection their stamens have been pulled to prevent even the pollen disturbing the perfect sheen on the mahogany pedestal tables. There’s a faint smell that makes your nose crinkle as you sit down on the bottom step of the staircase, a sort of nursing home smell, the floor carpet a decade too old and with an old fashioned pattern of large flowers interrupted by worn and thread-bare patches. The large windows should allow a lot of light through, yet the heavy drapes and Derry dirt on the panes leaves it dull to the point of darkness.

Sighing slightly, you close your eyes, wishing the rest of the guys would hurry up and come back. You missed your husband, you missed your friends, and you didn’t want to be alone right now. Having found your artefact, you just wanted to get all this over with.

Lost in your own thoughts, squeezing your eyes shut as they flicker behind your eyelids, desperately trying to remember at least some things from your childhood, some things before the fight between Bill and Richie, before you had killed the clown and Bill had kissed you for the first time-

Slam

‘Bill, honey, is that you?’

You hear slow footsteps coming down the stairs as you cradle your head in your hands, a smile gracing your face as the footsteps became heavier, became closer.

They sounded like Bill’s boots.

‘Hon, you didn’t tell me that you were in the bedroom the whole time! When did you get back?’

Feeling two powerful, thick hands dig into your shoulders, his fingers digging into your skin, you lean back a little with a small groan, shivering at the feel of his warm breathe wafting across your cheek, his chest broad and hard against your sore back.

You stop when you hit something soft, something tufty tickling your neck as a pointed chin hits the top of your head. Opening your eyes, your breathe starting to come out in short gasps as you fall down off the stairs and hit your head off the opposite door, scrambling on your hands and feet out of the way, desperate to get away from the white gloved claws that left welts in your skin.

‘Did B-Billy leave you here all by yourself Y/N? It’s because he doesn’t care about you; they all know why. Of all the Losers, you have always been the biggest failure. It’s because you’re ugly, Y/N, it’s because no one wants to look at you, isn’t that right-’

‘Shut up, just shut up. You’re not real! None of this is real!’

Finally letting out a gasping scream, the air being knocked out of your lungs again as your back cracks against the wall, your fingernails fill with blood as they scrape against the ground, the Clown grabbing your ankle and dragging you closer to his leering face, his gasping laughter filling the empty air as he enjoys the way you shuffle your thighs away from the blank darkness that seems to seep around you and swallow you whole. He smiles; a mouth only used to mask cruelty, one that only twitches upwards when deception is achieved.

‘Go back to the freak show, Y/N!’, he snarled. ‘Even the circus doesn’t want you!’

His face was mottled crimson, his eyes popped as he drooled down onto your skin. His words were spat out with the ferocity and rapidity of machine gun fire. Without wiping the spit from your ashen face you leaned closer, perfectly composed and uttered just three words, ‘I don't care.’

Kicking him hard in the face, you managed to escape from his grasp, running out of the door and slamming it harsh behind you, covering it with your arms. After a moment, your legs give out and you fall onto the pavement, your muscles shaking with fear.

Your eyes drip with tears. The walls, the walls that hold you up, make you strong just... collapse. Moment by moment, they fall. Salty drops fall from your chin, drenching your shirt, your heart raw as you raise a shivering hand to your mouth, biting down onto your thumb until it draws coppery blood, and that’s when you begin laughing: hysteric, unstoppable, uncontrollable laughter that rumbles against your whole chest and just makes the tears pour harder.

‘Holy s-shit, y/n, what the hell h-happened? Are you alright?’

Wiping your eyes roughly, you sniffle with one final giggle as you look up into the orange sky, the light illuminating in soft rays the grey fringe of your husband as he drops Silver onto the road, a look of shock on his face as he runs over and falls onto his knees next to you. His plaid shirt, the green and blue one that you bought him for his twentieth birthday is warm and familiar against your arm as it wraps around you, and you pull the thread of it absentmindedly as he waits for you to speak.

‘H-hey.’

‘H-hi’, he says, with a desperate, hoarse laugh. He then begins to laugh again as you struggle up into his arms, your head thumping against his chest. It was comforting, feeling his heartbeat, and as you draw your fingers up over his denim thigh, running it up his naval to finally rest against his heart, he knows something’s up.

‘It was the c-clown, wasn’t it. That b-b-bast-’

‘I don’t want to talk about it Bill, I just want you.’

‘Look, we need to t-talk about it Y/N, b-because I know y-your fears, r-remember, because I know you better than you know yourself.’

His hands grasp at your face delicately, trying to wipe away as many unwanted tears as he can reach with his thumbs before settling for grasping your hands tightly, littering each knuckle with soft peppering kisses. You snuggle your head as far into his chest as you physically can, your eyes squeezing shut as you feel him pull you tighter, a thick sigh emitting into the air as the only sound that surrounds you two is the quiet buzz of cars passing by. He leans down, his fringe covering your face as he rests his chin against the top of your head, his hands running gently up and down the curve of your spine in tingly circles, his face blank and eyes closed as he just rests there, tired and frustrated to see his love so upset and he wasn’t there to help. He gazes down softly, his doe eyes tender and light as he smiles to himself, tapping softly against your thighs as a sign for you to lay them against his lap. As you do, he wraps your legs around the denim of his waist, his face nuzzling into the soft curve of your neck, his breath hot and brushing against your skin as he whispers,

‘I’m sorry I wasn’t there. You’re so beautiful, so beautiful, and I’m a fool for not telling you enough. God, I love you so much, you are ethereal, Y/N, you are so so incredible and I’ve loved you every single day of my damn life.’

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keepcalmandreadfluffinpublic · 5 years ago

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Coyote Ugly part 3

A/N: soooooo I know I haven’t finished I hope you’re the last, but this was too good of an idea to not write. ;) This was so long overdue!!!! I’m sorry for such the long wait I made the mistake of grabbing a snack and came back and the whole chapter was deleted :( (the pain I felt). However, to make up for the wait I should be posting the other 2-3 within tonight or tomorrow!! As always I do not own the gif.... credit goes to moviewhorexo :)

Warnings: cussing, more ptsd (may be triggering), angst, things start to build!!

Pairings: Plus! Sized reader x Bucky, Steve x Natasha

Imagine: Running a bar was not ideal in your mind. However being able to invoke complete privacy for your clients was. All you had to do was lie about them and yourself, but what happens when your lies come to the surface and fate takes you on a whole new path? What happens when Earths greatest hero’s force that path?

An annoyed groan left my lips as I looked back at her picture. Her bright (y/e/c) eyes that were sparkling from earlier, now appearing dull through the screen. Her hair dull and lifeless, resembling the emotions held in her face. Her face was hollowed and thin, dark circles apparent under her eyes. I couldn’t wrap my head around how this was the same girl. If anything I would have thought they were twin sisters, and one fell into the wrong crowd. Shaking my head I placed the tablet down and pinched the bridge of my nose. the only thought crossing my mind was, who are you?

The silence was cut short by the slam of the door opening. I didn't need to open my eyes to know it was Tony. “Are you fucking serious?” he yelled. I turned my head towards Steve who was looking right back at me. Great. “Now Tony before you start a fight-” Stave began to try and defuse the tension building, but Tony wasn’t having it. “I said to drop it! How hard could it be to just drop it? But no you went behind my back and invaded someone’s privacy, might I add a someone I love like a sister!” roaring he stepped further into the room.

“She lied to you at the party.” I replied flatly

“The fuck did you say?”

“She lied to you, hell all of us back there!” I began feeling my own anger rising. “Tony how well do you know her? I mean there isn’t a shred of paper on her, no one has that little of information on them!” I say standing, while subtly crossing my arms over my chest. The metal turning and shifting was the only thing distracting me from losing control.

Tony stared at us for a second, before shaking his head. “Friday call a team meeting, NOW!” he said eying both Steve and I. “Right away Mr. Stark. Is the living room ok?” the system responded earning a curt ‘that will do’ from Tony. “You want to know more about her? Well first we’re going to discuss serious matters, before we get to that part Barnes.” Tony fumed, before storming out. I took my chances looking at Steve, he looked just as confused as I was. “Did we just start something?” I questioned hoping he would provide me the clarity I was searching for. Steve stood there for a second before looking at me. “All I have to say is she better be worth what Tony is about to do, because Nat will freak if we did this without a good reason Buck.” was all he said before following Tony. Shit.

The living room was in full chaos by the time Steve and I arrived. Wanda and Vision were arguing with Clint and Thor over what this ‘meeting’ would be about. Loki sat across from Natasha and Bruce who looked focused in their own conversation. Sam sat in his love seat with popcorn. He was smiling like a kid on Christmas. Tony was in the front setting up the screen. I felt out of place, don’t get me wrong I love the team (well most of them). But right now I felt like a fish in a shark tank and I was about to meet a very slow death. Steve strolled over to Natasha, who upon seeing him smiled. “What the hell is going on?” she asked watching Steve for any sort of hint. He looked down at her and smiled. “I guess we’re about to find out soon.” was all he said before joining her on the couch. I took my chances on the wall behind Loki, who seeing me knew this was going to more of a scolding then a meeting. “What did you do now Barnes?” he harsly whispered, with a smug smirk on his face. I just rolled my eyes and stayed on the wall.

“Well now that we are all here.” Tony began, “I want to bring something to everyone’s attention.” he paused and scanned the room. No one moved an inch, but stared back at him confused as to what this was all about. “Invasion of privacy is a big deal! Now I know I’ve dealt in invading people’s privacy, but I want all of you to know right now. If you are going to try and dig information on anyone without my knowledge. Do not use my resources, I will not permit anything of the sorts. Now why is this relevant Tony? I’ll tell you why. Wanda put your hand down.” he snapped.

Wanda taken by surprise lowered her hand and waited for him to continue. “Now as you all know I have very few people in my life who are dear to me! People who are like family, besides all of you. I take it very personal when I let some of you meet someone close to my heart and for you to try and invade their privacy.” he stopped again, eying Steve and I. This caught everyone’s attention, causing me to shift my weight between my feet. “So I have decided to tell all of you about this special person and some general information, and I hope this will end curios minds from continuing their search.” Tony stated before tapping the screen. Her picture appeared replacing the once black screen. Her eyes still as emotionless as they were before. I couldn’t keep my gaze off of her.

“This is my ‘adoptive’ sister Lea Black. She is 23 years old and owns her own Business, Coyote Ugly. This picture was taken 3 years ago when I first met her. She is my family and frankly I could use some. Here.” he said tapping the screen again. “is her today.” The image was completely opposite from the previous one. Your (y/h/c) shone brightly in the sunlight. Your delicate (y/e/c) eyes were squinted just a bit from your smile. Your eyes alone held so many emotions and life in them, I felt myself getting lost within them. Forcing my gaze from your eyes your smile welcomed me like a warm summer day. It was effortless and raw, truly beautiful. You were standing in the middle of a sunflower field with a bright yellow dress on. You looked content and at peace.

“Now like I said she does own Coyote Ugly, a few of use have had the pleasure of being clients there, but if I find out that there is anymore invading her privacy there will be hell to pay.” as he finished everyone slowly looked around the suddenly to small of a room. There was a brief silence before Sam’s voice broke through. “So that’s why y’all were in a hurry to get back.” he stated throwing more popcorn into his mouth. “What does he mean by that Steve?” Wanda asked knowing no one was gonna let her in their minds. Steve lowered his hands into his hands, releasing a long sigh. “Well I-” but before he could continue I interrupted him.

“I was the one who invaded both Lea’s and Tony’s privacy. She said something back at the club and I caught her in a lie. I forced steve to help me and againsts his better judgment he helped because he is my best friend. I am sorry Tony for doing what I did, but I will not apologize for trying to find the truth. There is something more you won’t tell us about her and I’ll be damned if I don’t figure it out.” I said my voice slowly lacing with venom as I spoke. Before anyone could say anything else, I stormed out of the room. Leaving them all in confusion and my head swarming with questions.

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How could I have been so foolish? I let a dry laugh pass my lips. How did he find me? Why hasn’t he come for me directly, Brock wasn’t a patient man, what’s his game? Releasing a frustrated groan I stand up, deciding it was best if I left my home for a bit. Maybe going to see Maci would help. I glance at the clock seeing it was only 11 am, I normally would be getting up at this time, but I haven’t slept at all last night.

I tossed and turned before caving in on the fact I wasn’t going to be getting any sleep. I spent most of the night sitting on my balcony embracing nature’s tranquility; while silently wishing I was as peaceful. The moon shone high above me, almost proudly. And with every pass of the night breeze sent a shiver up my spine causing me to nestle further into my blankets. My mind soon wandered over when I was little and everything was so simple. But simplicity is a luxury only few can afford. Around dawn I made my way inside for some coffee before resuming my silent contempt. Living a life mine, caffeine was the only consistent thing in it, besides Maci and Tony. The sun rose emitting soft orange hues, making the almost pitch black night turn into a shade of vivid lilac and pink.

At that moment I wished for once time would freeze and let me relish this a few seconds longer, but all good things must come to an end. I finally made my way back inside, and began pacing back and forth once more; leaving a permanent trail in its wake. I don’t remember when I had decided to take a shower, only when did the scalding hot water hit my skin did my overly tense muscles relax. I stayed there for well over an hour trying to escape my reality. But all to soon the familiar worrying and unsettling feelings started creeping back in.

Forcing me back to reality. I proceeded to get ready in an almost dazed like trance. I hadn’t even realize I was downstairs till I was grabbing my keys. The drive was around 15 minutes, surprisingly short for New York traffic. Maci had been by my side since we were little. She knew everything about my past and still stayed with me. I didn’t knock when I reached her house, using the key she made me I opened the door. I began to shrug myself up the stairs and slowly make my way to her room.

I noiselessly open her door, her room was barely lit. Her shades were almost drawn closed allowing the only light to enter from their small cracks. I quietly made my way to my side of the bed, before taking off my shoes. Double checking for any one night stand stragglers, before easing under the covers. Minutes passed and the only sound in the room was her soft snores. Slowly I positioned myself to face her, while trying to make sure she didn’t wake up. “Don’t be quiet on my account. I heard you when you opened the front door dumbass.” she said in a airy laugh. I laughed as well party at her response and the other out of relief. I hate silence. “I was trying to be considerate moody Judy. What’s got you so cranky?” I ask genuinely curious. Maci is normally and angel when she wakes up. “I met tequila, and tequila knocked me on my ass.” was all she said before we were taken by a fit of giggles.

Maci got out the bed with an urgent need to go pee. She left me still silently shaking my head and laughing. She wasn’t gone long as soon enough we were facing each other again. “What’s bothering you gorgeous. Normally you don’t come over here till after lunch. And I can practically hear your thoughts turning around in there.” she said tapping me lighting on the head. I pursed my lips not know where to begin, and eventually giving up while rolling onto my back. I let out a long frustrated groan while my arms covered my face. “I don’t know if that was angry frustrated or sexually frustrated, but I will gladly help with either.”

Maci said earning a heartfelt laugh from me. Maci was something else, and the complete opposite of me. She was 5′7, thin and toned in all the right places. She had long blonde hair that fell to her low back and sparkling green eyes. She was the equivalent of sex on legs, she slept with anyone and everyone. No matter size, gender, or sexuality. Not only that but she was extremely intelligent and witty, maybe that is why Shield hired her.

“Definitely angry frustrated, but I’ll let you know about the other.” I said jokingly. she said something along the lines of ‘you better’, but I was still too busy laughing. She got out of bed to put her hair up as she waited for me to talk. “Y/n? What’s wrong?” she persisted standing in front of the bed. I sat up running my hands through my hair. “Yesterday there were a couple of kids who snuck into the club. Nothing out of the ordinary until we started to interrogate them. Someone had paid them to sneak into the club. Me being curious as to why kept persisting on the topic.” I said before pausing to release a sigh. I looked down at my hands before meeting her waiting gaze. “Well one of the kids, she said he paid them to come and find out if there was a y/n y/l/n there. I was stunned because only a few people know my real name M. So against my better judgement I asked who sent them. A-an-and she said he was a man who went by the name of Brock.” I finished looking at my best friend.

Minutes of silence passed between us before Maci spoke again. Her gaze was fixed on the wall behind me. “Fucking bastard will wish he was dead, before I ever get the chance to find him.” she fumed catching me off guard. “M I don’t know what to do. I can’t stop living my life, and so far there has been no more contact attempts.” I said her stare was hard and cold, before softening when she looked at me. “You know I will have to tell Fury Y/n... I would much rather you be safe than in the hands of that bastard again.” she replied softly while sitting next to me. I let her words sink in for a moment, while trying to come up with some answer.

“Then tell Fury. I was foolish to think I could out run my past...” I said while the memories clawed their way back into my mind.

“Come now it’s not that bad see?!” Brock said while bringing the needle too close for comfort. I flinched back only to earn a hard slap on my left cheek. The room he held me in was white, but not the pretty, pure white. No this white was dirty almost yellow, close to turning brown. The lights were bright as if knowing they were going to burn themselves into my memory. I didn’t know what I had done to deserve this. I stopped fighting him a long time ago, so why did he keep treating me this way? His hand came around to my arm, jerking harshly for me to move. When I didn’t move fast enough he dug his nails deeper into my delicate flesh, causing me to bite down on my tongue. Tears brimmed my eyes, while metallic filled my mouth. He led me down hallway after hallway, my tears causing me to trip earning more punches or kicks, whatever Brock felt like doing. When we reached the last hallway there was only one door at the end of it. It was all black and metal by the way the light reflected off of the steel. And as if to make it worse there was a large red x painted in the center of the door, making a shiver dance up my spine. My head was pounding and I began to think this is how I will die. I began to feel betrayed, betrayed by my family for abandoning me the way they did, betrayed by my brain for it won’t cooperate with my body, and lastly betrayed by heart for ever being able to love a man like Brock; and worse of all for still loving him. He released my arm to start unlocking the door, and my body came alive. I had a minute tops to start my escape and if I were to die, well I’ll be damned if I don’t go down with a fight. I turned on my heels and sprinted down the hallway. My blood felt like it was going a billion miles an hour, my ears were ringing, and natural instinct took control. I rounded the first corner and kept going, I heard the footsteps getting closer, but I kept pushing. As I went to round my 3rd corner a hand grasped my hair and flung me back, forcing me to land on my back and head. The air that once fueled my lungs to escape completely vanished and I was left a coughing mess. My head began spinning as all the blood rushed to the injury. Brock came into view and leaned over my body. He swayed his finger in a ‘no’ motion while tutting at me. “Now sweetheart, why’d you go and get yourself hurt like that? I haven’t even shown you my surprise yet and here we are with you hurting yourself again.” he said with a dark smile. I gasped for a few more minutes trying to gain the strength to crush his heart like he did mine over and over again. “I-I-I” I stopped to inhale a breathe, my breathe coming back to me. he leaned forward before grabbing my hair and pulling my face close to his, our lips no more than a hair apart. “What was that?” he asked a scowl forming on his once handsome face. The face I used to trace and love with every fiber of my being. “I-I-I was going to sa-y... I’m not your swee-eetheart no more!” I said before spitting in his face. His eyes clouded with fury I have grown to know all too well. He dropped my face and stood up motioning for whoever that was coming to wait. “We’ll see about that Y/n...” was all he said before I felt the feeling of his foot kicking my face and everything went black.

It tooks me a while to remember I was at Maci’s and not at that horrific place. My breaths came out uneven and short. “Y/n? I need you to breathe okay? You are having a panic attack, hands over your head. What are your favorite things in the world?” Maci asked kneeling in front of me. Tears blurred my vision, but I refused to cry. “Y-yo-you....” I paused to raise my hands over my head to allow myself better access to breathe. After a few seconds I got a deep breathe allowing me to continue. “To-ony.. m-y job... a-and.” I paused again finally getting my breathing to return back to normal. I slowly lowered my hands and looked at Maci. “And cake.” I said with a small smile. “There ya go. See, you are ok? Now how about we get that cake and a stronger concealer for your dark circles.” she said with a smile. I laughed before pushing her slightly. “Hey!” I laughed getting up and slipping on my shoes. “Well babe I don’t ever hide the truth and the truth right now is we need food in our bellies! And some new makeup!” She said before throwing her hair into a messy bun. I gazed at her for a second, before glancing at her full length mirror. “Ooo God! You’re right, I look like a racoon.” I said laughing followed by a very loud ‘mhm’.

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roseamongroses · 4 years ago

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W.A.L: “Fly Me to the Moon” (Part 2)

s u m m a r y

Eden was the lowest of the low, a monster, hardly human, and was set to be executed. Roman was on trial, perpetually stuck in time until it was time to atone for his families sins.Neither cared much for staying trapped.So when a Stranger offered freedom, offered peace, offered power, it was hard to say no.Even if it put them on the wrong side of history.

v i b e s

time is irrelevent, homophobia who?, magic and beasts, demigods

w a r n i n g s

Imprisonment, Mentions of execution, Blood/ injuries, Mentions of past Death, repression, cursing, some dissociation

c h a r a c t e r s

Deceit(Eden) Sanders, Remy Sanders, Logan Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Patton Sanders, Roman Sanders, Emile Picani, Elliot, Kai, Lauren, Dot

Ship: Roceit

1) (2) (3) (4) (5)

(6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11)

(12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17)

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“It’s almost time,” Roman murmured, passing Deceit a silver key, “You know your way to the room?”

Deceit nodded, “Are you sure you don’t want Lauren there with you?”

Roman tilted his head towards Lauren--who was laughing with Elliot, “I wouldn’t want to ruin her fun...What?”he asked.

Deceit lips quirked and he gently grasped Romans chin, forcing them to face him, “If you need me, just call,” he said, not leaving room for argument.

“Of course I will,” Roman said, not wavering, “We’re partners.”

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Below the ballroom, there was a crystal staircase spiraling down, down, down. It passed the guest rooms, it passed the kitchen, it passed the gardens, and the pools, it passed the shrines, the statues, it even passed the wine cellar. Where it stopped, was still up for debate, but where the duel was taking place was most comparable to a pit.

It wasn’t a filthy pit, it was a humongous concave glass room with spectators eagerly spectating on the outside, wine glasses in hand. It was a dueling room specifically made for the occasion, with walls too slick for escape, and too artificial to be manipulated. Inside the gigantic fishbowl were a series of the elements that could be manipulated, ranging from small mountains, to man-made lakes, to coals, ect.

Ms. Annalise Drak’on certainly knew how to put on a show, such a shame that she was nowhere in sight--She was called out for business seconds ago.

Logan wasn’t worried. He had no reason to be, this was an inevitability after all those years ago when he first challenged Roman, when he first lost.

There were a lot of reasons Logan doubted that he really lost, one of them being the fact that Roman had been atrociously ill for weeks on end afterwards-- he couldn’t even stand, so how could they last an entire fight? Logan knew Remus doted on Roman, it wasn’t a stretch to consider that he would’ve taken his brother’s place in the duel. Two; it was the only reasonable outcome. Logan was the most technically sound, he was the most consistent, he was everything his father had ever wanted.

So he deserved to win.

Logan had felt Roman before he saw them. Everyone did. The light clicking of heels only faintly registering after the oppressive heat of their magic. Roman was a fire clothed in black, with an expression some could describe as a boredom.

Logan would describe it as arrogance. An uncomfortable cruelty played on Roman’s lips as he entered the fishbowl and locked eyes with Logan.

“You’re late,” Logan said, hyper aware of how their audience hushed, anticipation building with each whisper and exchange of money.

Roman didn’t respond, stretching his arms, an audible crack echoing.

Logan’s lips pursed, “The silent treatment?” he said unimpressed, “Really?”

Roman gave him a flat look before rolling up his silk sleeves.

Logan took that as his cue to begin.

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Jagged stone erupted, hot on Roman’s trail and Logan gritted his teeth as they evaded time after time again. Not once attacking Logan back.

“Is this a joke to you,” Logan hissed, wings fluttering as he launched himself over the rubble. All around them, the crowd’s fever had grown, the shouts and jeers poison to Logan’s ears.

Roman tumbled in front of him, just barely missing the water's edge. He pushed his hair from his face, standing up with tightly coiled shoulders, raising an eyebrow at the question.

Logan knew they had to break eventually. He could see Roman’s irritation each time he was tossed around and nearly pummeled. No one liked being cornered, it made people reckless, and Logan knew reckless was the one thing Roman couldn’t afford to do.

He strode towards them with purpose, tremors pulsing each step.

Roman wouldn’t use his magic?

Fine.

Logan settled into his stance, raising his chin, “Fight me, or leave.”

Roman’s eyes flickered dangerously, his smile sharp as he mimicked Logan’s stance.

To an on looker, you wouldn’t have been able to tell who swung first, but once they gained momentum it was brutal. Logan had been the one getting in most of the hits, but Roman was light on his feet, always evading, evading, evading. The Damn Coward.

Then, Logan caught Roman’s arm, jolting the earth at the same time catching them off guard. He twisted them around, letting the debris crash down with them. And like that it was over, Logan had won, he could breathe.

“Yield,” Logan, rasped, squeezing, satisfied by how Roman recoiled in his grip, pain intense in their eyes. Dust billowed all around them, covering Roman’s defeat, but it wouldn’t be long until it settled, all Logan had to do was wait till it settled.

All Roman had to do was yield.

“Fuck. You,” Roman spat, voice mangled and thick and Logan froze, heart still.

Ever so innocently a trickle of blood ran down the side of Roman’s cheek, the scratch a nasty smear in the midst of the grime. A sign of humanity at its finest and Logan felt sick.

Then Roman's eyes slitted a dangerous yellow, a too sharp smile.

“You’re supposed to be dead,” Logan choked out.

Deceit twisted unnaturally, slamming his head into Logan’s. Pain seared in Logan’s head as he was thrown into the dust, Deceit stalking after. Before Logan could stand up he felt two, steady hands grip his shoulders, keeping him pinned to the ground.

“So here’s what’s going to happen,” Deceit grunted, the spanish fouled with a strange accent, “You’re going to get the fuck over this bullshit and leave us alone,” he said, teeth twisting sharp, “Today Roman won and you’ll get over it,”

“He doesn’t deserve it,” Logan snarled, thrashing, but their body throbbed at how they tightened their grip. This didn’t make any sense, he’s fought Deceit before and while he was stronger physically, Logan doubts he was always this overwhelmingly strong unless…

Deceit had always been a liar so was it really a stretch that he lied about that as well?

“He won the duel the first time,” Deceit said cold, “He doesn’t need to prove it again, ” his eyes narrowed, predatory, “And It doesn’t matter who you think deserves it,”

“Then what does matter,” Logan said, the ground shaking underneath them, but Deceit refused to budge. He felt his energy draining, he couldn’t-- he couldn’t keep doing this, but he had to, “If it isn’t about strength, if it isn’t about skill, then what the fuck does matter,”

At that, Deceit’s face darkened, “It’s about who wants it more,” he said, the words slipping off his tongue like he’s said it many times before, “It's about who’ll keep going even if they have nothing left to go on,” he loosened his grip, not enough for Logan to break free, but enough that they knew he didn’t consider Logan a threat right now, “And obviously you want to be heir more.” he said, “So you can have it,”

“What…” Logan blinked, the words foreign, “You can’t decide that--”

“I can’t,” Deceit agreed, “But Roman did-- he’s making a deal with Drak’on right now,”

“And… Why all of this?” Logan closed his eyes, dread rising, “--What’s the catch?”

“When that dust settles, Roman will be declared the uncontested winner in front of all of those people, ” Deceit murmured, “But in a couple of months…” he dragged his tongue across his teeth, “You’ll be crowned heir.”

Logan Sanders would be a fraud.

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Deceit found the room easy enough, passing slipping into invisibility and avoiding the chaos that followed the duel. People straggled in the halls stinking of alcohol and with their elaborate clothes in dissaray.

Deceit unlocked the door to their room, easing open the door carefully. The room was dark, with the only light coming in from the silk curtains in front of what Deceit assumed to be a balcony. There was a door connecting their room to the brats room, if all the noise was anything to go by. Deceit didn’t bother going to check on them.

Roman’s earlier clothes scattered in a pile beside the bed, along with his sash and an open bottle of wine. Deceit sighed, making his way to the balcony.

“Was it that bad?” Deceit said, making sure to keep his voice low as he stepped through the curtains.

“I hate her,” Roman said, looking up, his eyes puffy and face scrubbed raw. Deceit knew they had been crying, but they didn’t look upset anymore, only at peace.

“But it's over,” Deceit said, eyeing the wineglass.

“It is over,” Roman agreed, setting down the glass. They uncurled themselves, tugging Deceit’s black shirt down in a halfhearted attempt to maintain some modesty, “The papers should be drafted and signed within the next week or so and then… she just has to hold up her end of the deal.”

“Will she?”

“She has no reason not to,” Roman shrugged, “She got what she wanted. I wish she didn’t, but…” He sighed, tilting his head back, “Lauren needs her mom. I--” his voice cracked, “I can’t believe I’ll get to see them again.”

Deceit felt a familiar, bitter ache rise in him, “We should get to bed,” he said, trying to muster the strength to turn away, to get away. He couldn’t keep his anger locked up for forever, but he wouldn’t let it ruin this--he couldn’t let it ruin Roman.

“Wait, Eden--” Roman said , face scrunched up. Deceit couldn’t hide his flinch at the name, “Eden… Thank you for tonight,” he said, playing with a stray curl.

Deceit was not above using his magic to hide his blush, “You don’t need to thank me every time,” he said, clearing his throat, “We’re friends,” Partners.

“That’s why I’m going to thank you every time,” Roman said, smiling wide, “Eden, you care about me and I like that. I care about you, so if there’s anything you want you can ask, y’know that right?”

Wanting was dangerous to indulge in and Deceit had already indulged enough just by letting Roman this close. It only made Deceit want to get even closer. It made everything more distracting, it made Roman distracting. Little things that Deceit normally didn’t normally notice came sharply into focus and-- “Don’t call me that,” Deceit blurted out instead.

Roman froze, eyes wide, “Call you what?”

“ I-” Deceit sighed, “...Eden-- I don’t want you to call me Eden,” he said, swallowing, “It isn’t my name... He isn’t me. I wanted it, but… I can’t have it,” he said.

‘I can’t have him’ Deceit reminded himself, “Every time I hear it-- every time I see myself I see--”

(Blood. So much blood.)

“You don’t have to explain,” Roman whispered, staring at something--

Deceit reached up to his face, but he felt no scales-- still Roman was staring, he was staring, he knew--

“Darling?” Roman’s voice gently broke through Deceit’s thoughts, “What do you want me to call you?

Deceit could finally exhale.

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lord-explosion-baku · 6 years ago

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Dancing’s Not A Crime (Unless You Do It Without Me) pt. 9

Pairings: Bakugou x fem!reader, Todoroki x fem!reader

You flirt and tease with a certain hotheaded classmate of yours without realizing how far it has escalated and someone gets a little jealous.

Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST, fluff

A/n: this is the one where Aizawa is a good dad. Sorry I haven’t updated in awhile. I got stuck in a moody spiral and writing the angst was tough. Some could say I could’ve attempted to write the next chapter before I finally finished this one. But I am not a wise Meeps. Thanks for being patient. I am a ghoul.

Part 8.

You held two dolls in your hand. The one who looked more similar to you was the hero of the story in your head. She was the prettiest, the best at everything, and she was going to fight all your other dolls who thought they could shut her down and steal her light.

You crashed the two dolls together, causing the other doll, the villain of your story, to fly through the air and crash into your closet, the jail where you kept your other villain dolls. You smiled. Another triumphant battle. You wanted to share your new story. “Mater*,” you called. No answer. It didn’t always work. You were just getting used to saying the other words for the names of things you had known already. You tried again. Nothing. You huffed. You crept down the hall towards the kitchen where you heard the clanking of a pan and soft humming. She was cooking.

She wore a long lily white dress that twirled around her feet as she spun around to season the food she had on the island. She looked at you and gave you a sweet smile. “I thought I heard a buzzing in my ear.”

“I made a new story,” you said tugging on the fabric of her dress.

“Did you? Oh, I would love to hear it but I’m prepping for dinner right now. Why don’t you set the table, for me?” You let out a whine. “Do you want me to sing for you, pumpkin?” Your little heart was conflicted. Your mother’s voice was the best voice. Her singing was enchanting. But you didn’t like the feeling you got when she did. You didn’t like not being able to control your actions.

Before you could respond, your mother’s ruby red lips parted and a soft melody followed out. You were compelled to take the plates and silverware into your hands and bring them to your dining room table, though you did it slowly and with a scowl, alerting your mother of your reluctance.

The lock to the front door turned and a tall cloaked man towered in, sighing to himself. White teeth shown through a shadowed face when he saw you. You mother stopped her singing and you ran to her hiding behind her dress before the man came in to the kitchen.

“And here I was thinking you’d never return,” your mother joked before pulling the man into a kiss.

“Death himself couldn’t keep me away from you, my love.” The man laughed into your mother’s hair. He leaned down to you and spoke softly. “How have you been, monkey?”

Your grip on the fabric tightened as you hid your head into your mother’s gown. You heard your mother sigh before singing softly to you and you let go of her dress and bowed your head before the man. “She’s been getting stronger, I almost couldn’t stop myself from going to her when she called me,” said your mother, almost warningly.

“That’s great news!” The man beamed, taking his good off. There he is, you thought as you smiled up at the man you now recognized. He was your friend, your adventure buddy, your father.

“Daddy!” You cried running to him. He swept you off your feet and into his arms.

“There’s my little girl!” He smiled, touching his finger to your nose. “Have you been working on your quirk?”

“Nope!” You laughed at him as he rustled your head. “I’ve been fighting bad guys with my dolls!”

“I’m so proud of my brave little string bean! What do you do with those rotten bad guys?”

You furrowed your brow in a mock angry expression. “I damn them to hell!” You yelled with a fist in the air. You mother sighed, continuing her cooking.

“Monkey, those are some serious words right there. Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider them? You have to be careful with that magic mouth of yours.”

“I throw them in jail!” Both of your triumphant fists were thrown in the air and your father took the opportunity to tickle you. You giggled uncontrollably and he put you down back to the floor.

Your mother hummed as she chopped raw vegetables. “You should know,” she began cutting deeply into some carrots, “we have a dog now.”

“A dog...” your father was combing your mother’s long h/c locks. “I don’t remember making that decision as a family.”

“It wasn’t my decision.” As if on cue, a fuzzy little thing shot through your father’s legs and bit into your mother’s dress.

“Oh my god is that-“

“Speckle!” You screamed gleefully at your stuffed animal that was hanging on to your mother with all his might. “Come here!” The dog pranced into your arms and gave your cheek a fluffy kiss.

“He eats gum drops and jelly beans. And he poops out... gum drops and jellybeans. And continues to eat those,” your mother was not amused by the whimsical things she was telling your father.

He crouched down to your level giving your creation a pat on the hand. Speckle returned the affection my nipping your father’s hands. “We’ve made something truly spectacular, haven’t we, Kira?”

You shot up in bed, cold and sweaty. You grumbled when you saw the time. 3:18 AM. You feet met the cold of the hardwood floor in your bedroom. How could you go back to sleep after that?

You made your way down the hall towards the kitchen, wanting to fetch a glass of water, but you paused when you saw Aizawa with his hair pulled back, sitting in the couch grading, very awake, grading papers. “Couldn’t sleep?” He asked his eyes never tearing away from the essay he had.

You sat down next to him and hugged a couch pillow to your chest. “I could,” you whispered peering over his shoulder, trying to see the red marks he left on the page.

“I don’t think so,” he pushed another couch pillow into your face. You weren’t allowed to see him be a teacher at home.

You pulled the pillow out of your face. “I had a... dream,” you sighed, bringing a warm hand to your face, “about... them.”

Aizawa put his pen down. Still he didn’t look at you. “Bad or good?”

You still heard the sound of her singing. “Does it matter?” Your voice cracked. You couldn’t help it. Any dream with them in it was a bad one.

“Hey,” he said, placing the graded papers onto the side table. “Hey,” he said again putting a hand on your shaking arms. You shook your head, tears were now streaming from your face.

“It’s like I could smell- I knew they were bad but they still- he still-“ you were blubbering.

Aizawa was now holding you, cradling you as you sobbed into his neck. He pet your hair shushing you.

“He loved me, Aizawa. Why wasn’t that enough? Why wasn’t I enough?”

Aizawa kissed at your hair. “You are enough. You will always be enough. They were sick, Y/n. You know that. Everyone has their... motives for being who they are bu they were militant in their ways. Nothing could have stopped them. That’s not on you.” He has you hugged tightly to him.

You wiped your tears and snot on him. An occurrence he was used to. You looked up into his kind, sleepy eyes. “What if I end up exactly like them?”

“Then I’ll have to take you in,” he said as a crazy smile spread across his cheeks. You hit him. He chuckled. “you’re not going to be like them if you don’t wish to be like them. Hell, I’m nothing like your grandparents.” You smiled at his mention of ‘grandparents.’ You didn’t often question whether Aizawa was really your family but you were in a fragile state. “And you wouldn’t be enrolled in a hero academy if you didn’t want to be hero.”

That was true. Aizawa made sure that you were sure about wanting to pursue this path. Still you were nervous. “What if I can’t help it? What if I use my quirk, the dark side of it, too much one day and I snap?”

“You have to practice self control. But you can’t keep that part of you under wraps. You have to learn to control it before it controls you. But I’m never going to let anything bad like that happen to you, understand?” You gulped. “Let me bring you a glass of water and- don’t look at those papers.”

“Can I at least check to see if you’re being nice to me?” You called as he shuffled around in the kitchen.

“No.”

You shifted your weight. You figured this was a good a time as ever to let them know about your sorry news.

When he placed a cold glass of ice water in your hand you took a deep breath and told him “I have a date. This Friday. With Bakugou.”

His silence killed you. He pulled out his phone and sent a text. To who? You didn’t know. His sipped his own water. You knew he heard you. He liked to make you sweat when it came to things like this. Finally he asked, “is he coming here?”

Gah. “Well, we’re going to his place,” Aizawa frowned, “but I told him that he needs to pick me up and- ... meet my dad.”

He sipped his water some more. “Good,” he said and scrolled through a shopping website. “And you and Todoroki...?”

Gah! You groaned. “Can we not open this can of worms?”

“That’s fine by me. Mic owes me about a thousand yen.” You groaned again. Leaning over his shoulder you saw that we was shopping for a fly swatter.

Part 10

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ultimaid · 7 years ago

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Sick Days

a request from the lovely @papayaromantic !!! she asked for a polysquad (richie who is dating both eddie and bill) taking care of a sick bill <3 this got pretty long so its under a readmore oh boy

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Bill Denbrough HATED being sick.

He was sick a lot more often than he would have liked to be. Today was particularly difficult—he woke up with a headache, was sweating so much that he thought his body might dry out completely, felt incredibly nauseous, and was also so dizzy that standing up was like playing Russian roulette, only the gun bullet was replaced with the possibility of collapsing on the hard floor. School was definitely not an option. His parents left for the day and he stayed laying in bed, eyes unable to close all the way, trying to keep from moving around too much.

Bill hated being sick, yes, but what he hated even more was being sick while alone in the house. He hated being alone anyways, especially after what had happened to Georgie, but sickness compounded that a hundred times over. He felt like his body was going to collapse in on itself. Even in the dim light of his room, everything felt overwhelming. His brain was stuffed up with thoughts and frustrations that were all muddled up with illness. The other Losers all knew how much Bill hated being sick and alone.

So, of course, as soon as they heard the news, Richie and Eddie were cutting school out of the picture to focus on helping Bill out.

Richie came in through the window. Bill would have been startled at the sound of a downstairs window opening if his boyfriend hadn't made a habit of this in recent months. He heard Richie moving around downstairs to unlock and open the front door for Eddie, and once both boys were inside, Bill had managed to sit all the way up as they came up into his room.

"What's the situation, Billy Boy?" Richie asked as he sauntered in, coming to lean against the foot of Bill's bed.

"Wh-what're you doing h-here?"

"Well," said Eddie, hanging back by the doorway, "you didn't show up to class. Obviously. So we came to investigate, and here we are."

Richie leaned over and touched Bill's forehead. "Describe the symptoms to Doctor Tozier," he said with a little smirk that made Bill smile.

Eddie swallowed a little. "Richie, if you get sick, I swear–"

"Easy, Eds, I'm immune to shit like this."

"I'm not holding your hand for a week if you catch anything."

"Wh-what, no hand holding for—for me, either?" Bill gave the best playful pout he could with the energy he had, and Eddie tried to roll his eyes, but both other boys could see he was trying not to laugh.

"We might share a boyfriend, but I'm not sharing your sickness." Eddie took one more cautious step into the door. "Have you eaten?"

"Uh, no."

"Well, fuck, babe." Richie got to his feet. "How's your body supposed to heal if you don't put anything in it?"

"If I e-eat, I'll probably j-just throw up or s-something."

"Won't know until you try it." Richie turned towards the boy in the doorway. "You ready to make some bomb ass chicken soup?"

Bill raised an eyebrow and glanced at Eddie. "Sh-should I trust his—his cooking?"

Richie turned and looked at Bill with mock offense. "Excuuuuuse me, are you doubting my skill at the art of sick-boyfriend-caring?"

"Not d-doubting it." Bill gave a weak grin and attempted to start getting up. "Just saying you d-don't need to do—to do all th-this–"

"Heyheyheyheyhey, mister, you get back in bed right the fuck now before you fall down the fucking stairs and kill yourself." Richie rushed over to physically nudge an indignant Bill back into bed, raising his eyebrows. "Eddie and I have gotcha covered, okay? You stay here. We'll check up on ya before long." He squeezed Bill'sshoulder before turning back towards Eddie. "Let's fuckin do it! I'll raid the shelves for soupy ingredients or whatever the fuck!"

As Richie ran downstairs, Eddie glanced over at Bill. "Why are we dating him again?" he asked with one eyebrow quirked and only a ghost of a smile on his face.

"B-because we love him, a-and he loves us?"

Eddie sighed deeply and looked away from his friend, turning towards the hallway. "You're right."

When Eddie got to the kitchen, Richie had already set up a pot, one raw chicken breast, a bowl of water, some pepper, and a container of dry pasta haphazardly next to the stove. When Eddie came in, Richie leaned against the kitchen counter, grinning widely. "Whaddya think? Nice rig, huh?" "Please tell me you washed your hands."

Richie was quiet for a second before moving to the kitchen sink and briefly washing his hands. "Only for you, Kaspbrak."

"Not 'only for me', because it'shealthy." Eddie followed suit once Richie had finished before turning towards the stove. "Do you.... know how to make chicken soup?"

"I assume you put the chicken and the water and the noodles all together and wait for things to get hot."

"I don't think that's how it works."

"You some kinda chef expert, babe?"

"No, I'm just pretty damn sure it isn't a three-ingredient deal."

"You bring a cookbook or something? Come on, it can't be that hard to improvise. Don't'cha trust me?"

Eddie squeezed his lips. "Mmmm, define 'trust'."

Richie rolled his eyes, kissed the top of Eddie's head, and headed towards the stove. "If you have any better ideas, feel free to share. I am all ears, Eddie Spaghetti."

"We have to put some kind of spices on the chicken."

"I got pepper."

"That's ONE spice, Richie."

"What else goes on chicken??"

"I don't know!!! Salt, maybe?? Uhh...." Eddie balanced on his toes and started pushing through a spice cabinet. "They've got dried rosemary and cinnamon...?"

"You're the one who had the spice idea."

"You're the one who wanted to underseason it."

"Just—" Richie came up from behind Eddie and grabbed some spices from the cabinet, resting his chin on top of Eddie's head as he did so before moving back towards the stove and pouring the water into the pot. "You wanna put the spices on the chicken?"

"You fuckin' serious?? I am NOT gonna touch the raw meat."

"Jeez, it was just an offer." Richie stuck his tongue out at Eddie, who returned the gesture. "You can handle the noodles."

"How do I handle the noodles?"

"I don't know!! Uh... Put them in the water when it starts bubbling?" Richie turned the stove's heat all the way up. "That's how it always works on TV."

"How long do I leave them in for??"

"Until they get floppy, I guess??" Richie started rubbing spices on the chicken, a conglomeration of flakes and powders he had never even heard of before.

"You okay to look after this once I put the chicken in?"

"What?? You want me to stay down here by the hot stove that could catch on fire—"

"I'm just gonna check on Bill, babe, okay? You are gonna be fine, it'll be two minutes, and the stove will NOT catch on fire because water can't catch on fire." He put the chicken in the heating water before quickly washing the meat juices off his hands. "Got me?"

"Please don't kiss him while he's sick."

"Wasn't planning on it."

"Yes, you were, I know you."

Richie pecked Eddie's lips with his own before straightening and heading back towards the staircase. "Guess you'll have to be the one to fulfill my gay quota for the day, sweetheart," he said with a wink and finger guns before heading out the door.

"Beep beep," Eddie called after him, though he was smiling in spite of himself.

When Richie got to Bill's room, Bill had obeyed his instructions and was still reclined in bed. He sat up slowly when he saw Richie coming in, grinning at the sight of the other. "How's th—how's the soup?"

"Souping along. You are gonna be magically healed when you ingest this shit. Got magic powers and all that." Richie plopped down on Bill's bed, a lopsided grin adorning his face. "How's Big Bill?"

Bill couldn't help but feel a little wobbly inside at Richie's smile. "I h-hope to fuck you're telling th-the truth, b-because I still feel l-like death is j—is just around the c-corner."

"This soup is gonna make you live FOREVER. It's gonna be fuckin' delicious." He reached over and squeezed Bill's hand. "Think you'll be able to eat it?"

"Maybe."

"Better than no! Hell yeah!" Richie beamed and leaned over to almost kiss Bill's cheek before remembering that he didn't want to pass any sickness to Eddie and just pulling Bill into a hug instead. Bill closed his eyes, leaning his head on Richie's shoulder, gripping the back of his shirt with loosely curled fists.

When Richie stood back up, Bill gave a little pout of his lips and leaned back. "L-leaving so soon?"

"I'll be back in five minutes with Eds and soup. It'll be worth the wait, you fuckin' know it." He shot Bill a wide smile as he started out of the room. "Don't move, okay? I am not gonna deal with a sick AND injured-from-falling-on-the-floor boyfriend today."

"I'll do m-my best."

When Richie got back downstairs, the kitchen was, thankfully, not on fire. The soup smelled at least decent and Eddie had made sure the room wasn't as much of a mess as it would have been had Richie been left in charge. Richie hugged Eddie close from behind, resting his head on top of Eddie's, watching the soup bubble.

"You think it's ready enough?" Eddie asked a few minutes later.

Richie shrugged. "The noodles are wiggly and the chicken doesn't look raw."

"But does that mean it's READY?"

"Eddie Spaghetti, you know as well as anyone in this shit town that I don't know fuck about cooking."

They decided to wait three more minutes. When that was up, Richie got the soup into a bowl while Eddie checked several times to make sure the stove was REALLY all the way off. The soup was at least hot instead of lukewarm, and the chicken was fully cooked, even if it was still in one huge piece and surrounded by limp noodles. They ruled the soup a success until proven failure by means of taste.

Richie handed Bill the soup when they got to Bill's room. "You prepared to feel absolute heaven on your tongue, babe?"

"N-not sure I am," Bill said in a teasing tone.

"We did our best," called Eddie from his place just inside the doorway.

Bill smiled. "Thanks, g-guys. I'm sure it'll be—it'll be great."

He took the provided silverware and took a small bite out of the chicken. Richie and Eddie looked on, suspense written on their faces.

Bill swallowed. "Hmm." He looked at the soup. "I-interesting, ah, flavor combination."

Eddie leaned forward a little. "That's good, right?"

"Yeah. Y-yeah, this isn't bad." Bill took another small bite. "I mean, I can't r-really taste it all that—all that well, since I'm definitely s-sick and that's how sickness works, b-but it is definitely p-pretty good."

Richie turned towards Eddie and mouthed out the words 'FUCK YEAH'.

Bill ate a little bit more before looking up at the other two boys. "H-how can I repay you for y-you for your services?" he asked, chuckling a little behind the words.

Richie smirked and sat on the bed to slide over towards Bill. "Mmmmm... how about plenty of cuddling when you're feeling better?"

Bill laughed. "That can, ah— th-that can be arranged." He looked over at Eddie. "A-and Eddie?"

Eddie hesitated before taking one more brave step into the sickness domain. "I mean, this is what friends are for, man. But I guess a thumbs-up would be nice?"

Bill gave him a thumbs-up. Eddie returned the gesture, nodding.

Bill ate a few more of the noodles, and when he looked back up, he realized that he hadn't felt alone or trapped since the two other boys got there.

Maybe, he thought, a little chicken soup really does cure all sickness.

#bichie #reddie #bill denbrough #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #it 2017 #eno.txt #polyamory #food tw

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redstarfiction-blog · 7 years ago

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Realising Fate

Continuing on from womans-world I didn’t want to write a huge chapter about Claire and Laoghaire fighting it out because I don’t think it is a fight to be had, Claire has already won just because Jamie loves her, but based on a prompt I received here is a moment that I felt Voyager was missing - Laoghaire realising a little of what lies between our dear J+C. Thank you for reading, H xx

Laoghaire exhaled heavily through her nose and eyed Claire warily. Both women had sat quietly as Jamie explained the situation to Laoghaire. She had blinked away tears and flushed with anger in turn but at his urging had remained silent.

Claire for her part had maintained a firm grip on Jamie’s thigh beneath the table, a small token of her claim on him that she told herself was ridiculous, but kept all the same.

“Jamie, if ye wish to be rid o’ the Sassenach, I will support ye wi’ a divorce petition and …”

“No, Laoghaire, I thought Claire dead and would never have remarried had I ken the truth. It is to her that I was wed first and with her I wish to remain.”

Jamie had said the same thing in different ways more times than he could count and his patience was slipping.

“But ye love me, do ye not?”

“I …”

Torn between shame, guilt and frustration, Jamie hesitated and felt both women’s gaze upon him, Laoghaire’s blue eyes as damp and hopeful as summer rain, Claire’s a blazing inferno burning into him, a look that warned him to keep his silence at his peril.

Jamie squeezed her fingers gratefully beneath the table. His wife, his Sorcha, had never let him be a coward. She understood and respected the parts of him that Laoghaire either did not know were there or could not comprehend and so chose to ignore.

“No, I dinna love ye. I’m sorry Laoghaire, truly. The hurt ye must feel rests at my feet and I will see that you and your girls are seen right.”

When delivering bad news after a surgery, Claire had the often seen the fight go out of a person. Always after a long struggle and always when the latest verdict was final. She saw it happen again now as Laoghaire’s shoulders rounded and the tight lines around her mouth relaxed. Her worst fears had been confirmed and she could no longer fool herself.

“The money is a help but it isna a protection the likes of having a man…”

She shook her head slowly and looked very, very tired.

“All these years of loving ye, wantin’ ye and for this … I dinna ken why God would wish this upon me. The humiliation of it…”

She seemed to be talking to herself; her hands, rough and red from years of hard work, resting on the table palm up and Claire was overcome with an urge to take hold the younger woman’s fingers in her own. She realised that in her own poor and misguided way, Laoghaire had loved Jamie. Perhaps not the man he was but the man she saw in him and the realisation allowed compassion to overcome Claire’s jealousy and anger.

“You are not humiliated Laoghaire.”

Claire said softly and felt Jamie jerk beside her in surprise

“I am sorry that you are hurt, but you pursued something that not meant to be. You and I know the truth of how far you were willing to go to try and get it. Perhaps this is a chance to start again… to find something real.”

Laoghaire snorted and glared at Claire with sudden venom

“Do not dare to pity me, bitch. Aye, I did ye wrong once when I was a girl and ye have come back to pay me in kind all these years later, speak it plain and be done with it.”

“I haven’t come back to do anything to you! My God! Your arrogance!”

Anger bloomed in Claire’s chest afresh and she held Laoghaire’s gaze unwaveringly

“Arrogance? Ha! Ye sit there claiming a man ye long since abandoned, stealin’ him away from his bairns and yet ye speak to me of arrogance!”

“Jamie has just one daughter. My daughter. Do not throw your children before you as a shield for your own petty desires.”

“Speak of my children again and I’ll rip the throat from ye! I see no bairn at your side, most like as it is waitin’ for ye to return to it in the fires of Hell…”

Laoghaire screamed and stood with surprising speed.

“Do you mean to let her speak of Brianna that way?”

Claire demanded turning to fix Jamie with that same withering look. Jamie opened his mouth to speak but with a noise of disgust, Claire was on her feet and heading toward Laoghaire.

“Claire! Stop it!”

Jamie caught his wife’s arm and pulled her back, the arc of her outstretched palm sailing past Laoghaire’s face, close enough to lift the hair from her neck.

“Enough! Both of ye need to calm down! This is not … Oof!”

The breath left him as Claire’s elbow found his gut but Jamie refused to relinquish his hold and half dragged, half carried her toward the door.

Laoghaire made as if to come after them, straightening her cap

“Dinna move another step!”

Jamie glowered at her and Laoghaire wilted beneath his gaze, sitting down obediently. Claire bit his wrist sharply and Jamie cursed, bundling them both from the room.

“Let me GO!”

“No! I have lost ye once and I’ll no’ lose ye again under the charge of murder.”

Jamie grunted, kicking the door closed behind them and placing himself bodily in front of it, releasing Claire and inspecting his arm, grinning.

“I think ye damn near broke the skin, Sassenach.”

“I meant to break the bone, you smug bastard!”

Claire snapped, swiping the hair back from her face.

“How could you let her speak like that? How could you let her think you LOVED her?”

“It was in the vows – love, honour … ye ken them, aye?”

His grin was gone but to Claire’s absolute fury he still sounded almost amused

“Oh and so you had no choice then?”

She demanded

“Should I have replaced the words with a diatribe of vicious ill wishes?”

Jamie’s eyes had narrowed and Claire could see that he was now close to losing his own temper and she didn’t care.

“YOU SHOULD NEVER HAVE FUCKING MADE THEM!”

She screamed, the words ripping from her throat with a guttural rawness. She seldom shouted, unlike Jamie her anger was usually colder but she felt the heat of it now, burning her from the inside out.

“You are mine, do you hear me?”

“Aye Sass…”

“And Brianna is your child! Not those girls! BRIANNA!”

“Clair…”

“Do you hear me? I have not been through EVERYTHING it took for me to get here for you to sit, cowed in silence before that woman…”

“I wasna ‘cowed’!”

Jamie snapped, catching Claire’s wrist as she pointed an accusatory finger at his chest

“Get your bloody hands OFF ME! I will not be intimidated by you or her or anyone else!”

“Aye! Ye make that plain! Screaming the house down like a banshee! Do ye hear yourself, woman?”

“Oh! How awful of me! Of course a woman should be silent and meek in your presence! The great James FUCKING FRASER!”

“Careful Sassenach, I ken ye are angry and I am tryin’ to respect that but my patience has its limits…”

“HA! Don’t I know it!”

On the other side of the door, Laoghaire sat ramrod straight, eyes wide and mouth working silently in awe. She would never have spoken to Jamie the way that woman did. She simply would not have dared. It was not the way a wife spoke to her husband! A part of her saw it as further evidence that she was morally superior to the Sassenach but also …

To hear them rant at each other and be able to still hear the love that lay betwixt them reverberating over the raised voices and the curses was so strange and so beautiful that for a moment Laoghaire didn’t know what to make of it. She had led a life based on quick decisions and rash judgements that pride would not let her renege on but she began to suspect that she had been wrong about some things.

Wrong about Jamie loving the woman because she tricked him with her sweet musical voice and firm breasts. No such flimsy trick could stand up beneath the barrage of insults and squawking that was being thrown at him now.

Wrong about what made a man desire a woman because she could hear the wanting in his voice, Jamie’s beautiful, deep voice, raised in anger and frustration but filled with hunger for Claire despite it all.

Wrong about her own ability to drive the memory of his first wife away. Aye, she had so very clearly been wrong about that. She couldn’t bring herself to admit that what lay between the two warring people outside the door was a love like she had fantasised having her entire life, but she could admit that her place was not here.

Gathering herself, she marched forward and opened the door, swinging it hard enough to hit the wall and bounce back, slamming shut again, but not before she saw Jamie kissing Claire with the sort of fierce passion she had always imagined him capable of, but had never seen before.

It settled the matter. She seized the door and wrenched it open again, striding out, forcing her way bodily between them with a mighty push. For the first time raising her voice to Jamie Fraser she squared her shoulders and said

“Have each other then! But ye will pay my rent and my girls dowry and no’ argue it!”

Before storming out of Lallybroch for the last time.

Claire blinked as if waking and looked up at Jamie. With all the turmoil between them, she had rather forgotten that Laoghaire was still in the room.

“Oh.”

“Aye.”

Jamie puffed out his cheeks and shrugged

“No a verra dignified moment but it seems to have solved any lingering issue there.”

“Yes, yes it rather has.”

Claire wiped a hand across her lips and reached up to touch a graze at Jamie’s temple.

“We should probably try not to savage each other for a day or two …”

“I make no promises, Sassenach.”

Jamie smiled, placing a gentle kiss on the bridge of her nose

“Bed wi’ a vixen, ken?”

#Outlander #outlander au #fanfiction #fanfic #outlander fanfic #redstarfiction #jamie x claire #Jamie Fraser

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weevil-underwood · 7 years ago

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For the drabble asks: Solace. You can take your pick of who is comforting who c: (from Jurassicjerk!)

@jurassicjerk wow this ended up WAY longer than I intended, but here you go! I hope you like))

Tak!Weevil’s eyes twitched behind closed lids.Tak!As the small, sharp noise repeated itself, he stirred, giving a drawn-out moan of dislike at being awakened. What time was it…? He squinted at the digits of his alarm clock in the darkness, trying to force the numbers to swim into focus without having to paw blindly for his glasses.THOCK!!!The glass of his window shuddered in its frame from the force of the impact, making him bolt upright with a start. Startled confusion quickly gave way to anger - Weevil’s default response to any sort of intrusion on his plans - as he threw back the covers and swept the folded spectacles off of his nightstand.By the time he’d reached his window, he’d situated them across the bridge of his nose, the lenses doing a wonderful job of accentuating his glare as he hoisted it open to locate the source of the disturbance…….just in time for another stone to come zinging at the glass, missing his head by inches and bouncing across his carpet. “What the hell, Rex??” he hissed into the darkness. Because, after all, who ELSE would go to the bother of slinging rocks at his window at just-past-midnight on a school night?“Good, you’re still up.” Rex Raptor, presumably having hopped Weevil’s parents’ backyard fence, stood on the lawn, still holding the handful of gravel and rocks he had been launching one-by-one to try and get his friend’s attention.“I’ve got class in the morning.” Weevil told him tersely. “….so do you, for that matter.” He braced his hands on the window, preparing to slam it closed again and return to bed when it occurred to him…….didn’t Rex live two hours away?“Hey, look, can I–” Rex began and stopped, rubbing at the back of his neck as he shifted his weight awkwardly. “I gotta come in for a little while, okay?”“What? Forget it! My mom would come down on me like a swarm of hornets if she knew I’d had you over!” Mrs. Underwood didn’t care for Rex, and wasn’t shy about saying so. The few times Weevil had invited him over, she’d kept a suspicious eye on the dino duelist, urging her son to check his belongings after he’d left, and make sure nothing had been stolen. When nothing had turned up missing, it was always something else - he was loud, he was rude, he chewed with his mouth open, his hair was dirty. Eventually both boys had decided it was far less trouble for the two of them to simply meet up in public places to go about their business instead.“Weeve, c’mon!” His tone gave Weevil pause. “I won’t stay the night or anything, I just–” he cut off again, reaching up to swipe the sleeve of his green jacket across his eyes impatiently. “Are you crying?” Weevil asked, sounding somewhere between incredulous and surprised. Rex neither confirmed nor denied the question. Instead, he gave a long, watery snuffle and shoved his hands into his pockets. “You gonna let me in or what?” he asked sulkily. The response was the window shutting..and then a few minutes later, the sliding back door grinding open quietly on its tracks. “Hurry up.” Weevil commanded, still in his lime green ladybug-print pajamas as he motioned Rex inside. The two of them were silent as Rex crossed the patio into the family room, Weevil shutting the door behind him. They made their way through the darkened downstairs, up the steps and down the hall with no incident until, at last, Weevil was closing them up safely in his bedroom. “Ugh, you stink like smoke.” he noted. “Where did you come from? And what was so important that you couldn’t–”Rex. having made a herculean effort of holding out as long as he had, chose that moment to loudly break down into braying sobs, with such force that it seemed to derail the insect master entirely. “Wh–h-hey, don’t–!” Weevil faltered in the face of the storm that was Rex’s misery.“Everything’s gone…” he moaned, burying his face in his hands.“What is? What are you talking about, Raptor?” Weevil demanded to know, finally having regained enough ground to properly inject his annoyance into the situation. “Don’t wake me up in the middle of the night and then be cryptic about it!” The heels of Rex’s hands pressed into his eyes a moment before he dragged his nails down his cheeks, beginning to pace the neatly-kept bedroom.“I mean everything!” he began. “My cards, my disk, just–everything! Gone!” “What kind of idiot loses their entire dueling kit?” Weevil asked, acid in his voice as he placed his hands on his hips, watching his friend’s erratic movements. Weevil had little patience for others’ incompetence, and he found his mind could easily conjure up images of Rex falling asleep on a city bus and forgetting his disk on the seat beside him after finally stepping off four stops beyond his own. Or becoming distracted by some busty girl in a tank top at the mall, and leaving it on a bench while he dropped everything in pursuit.Instead of seeing guilt creep over the other’s face when confronted with the accusation he’d probably done something stupid, though, Rex suddenly looked furious as he drew back and punched the wall with a curse. “Will you STOP?! You’re going to wake up–”“I didn’t LOSE’em, okay??” Rex snarled, his grief swallowed up by a roaring stampede of anger. It was enough to bring Weevil up short on words as Rex bristled, teeth pulled back from his lips in a grimace of rage. “Remember that local tournament you were talkin’ about? The one you said we should do together?”Weevil remembered. “That hardly would have been worth our time. We’re miles ahead of a bunch of local nobodies.”“Yeah, well, *I* went.” Rex continued, withdrawing his fist and observing the raw redness of his knuckles from the impact with the wall. “I thought—I dunno–thought maybe I WANTED to duel a bunch of nobodies. Start at the bottom and work my way up again, find the same groove I had before that got me to the regionals instead of havin’ my ass handed to me over and over again.”On that much, at least, Weevil could grudgingly empathize. There were times he’d considered doing similar, in fact. Though his pride, as well as the knowledge that he’d already been the regional champion, would not allow him to lower himself back to the starting line. Rex was pacing again, breath huffing with such force that it was easy to imagine plumes of steam venting from his nostrils and mouth, like one of the dinosaurs he so revered. “I did good, came in second. That’s not so bad after the streak I’ve been on lately.” he went on. “Except afterward these two guys came up. Hadn’t been up against any of’em in the tournament, so either they got kicked out early-on or they’d just been watchin’. I dunno, but–” he drew in a shaky breath and let it out again. “–but they knew who I was. And they knew who you were.”“I don’t know why that’s surprising…” Weevil shrugged. “You and I are practically a household name in the dueling circuit.” “And they did the usual fan BS. Said it was good to see me gettin’ back in the saddle after my ‘hiatus’. Said they were big fans of my deck and asked if I’d meet up with’em later and give some pointers. And–and I figured what the hell, right? What else was I doin’?” He stopped in the middle of Weevil’s bedroom, head lowering as he went on. “They said they had some homework and shit to do, but that we could meet up at the park afterward if i wanted to wait. So…I hung around until it got dark.”“Oh my god, don’t tell me you got mugged.” Weevil groaned, giving an exaggerated roll of his eyes to properly express his exasperation at the idea.“It was worse than that!” Rex snapped, jabbing a finger at Weevil accusingly. Again, the smaller male quieted himself, finding he actually wanted to hear this story. “So they finally showed up, only it wasn’t just them. They had more guys and said they were friends from school. And just as I was thinkin’ those guys look kinda old for school, they just–” tears were welling at the corners of his eyes again, beginning to spill over. “–it happened so fast, Weeve. One minute they’re askin’ me about Uraby, the next minute the two big guys have me by the arms while the guys from the tournament are draggin over a trash can.”“I read an article once that compared yours and Weevil Underwood’s dueling career to a garbage fire.” the stouter of the two boys said, producing a lighter and flicking it on before introducing the flame to a napkin that was sticking out of the can. The night air was soon alight with the crackle of flames and the stench of burning trash, accompanied by a ripple of laughter from the other three. “So we figured this would be a fitting send-off.”“Let go of me!” Rex demanded, thrashing in his captors’ hold. “Get his deck.” the one who’d lit the fire demanded as his taller companion moved forward, rifling through Rex’s coat pockets until he found it and brought it over. Amid his furious attempts to free himself, Rex watched with worried fixation as the stranger opened up the box and began to idly leaf through his cards. “You know what my favorite part of your guys’ career was? The Duelist Kingdom tournament.” “We had WAY better wins than that!” Rex argued, watching worriedly as Two-Headed King Rex and Fossil Excavation shuffled through the guy’s fingers. “Yeah but you know why it sticks out in my mind?” the kid pressed, the firelight lending his eyes an ominous glint. “Because of what you guys did to Yugi Muto’s Exodia cards on the boat.”“Th–I had nothin’ to do with that. That was all Weevil.” Rex huffed, trying yet again to wrench himself free before dangling there, subdued, though only in the way an animal caught in a trap temporarily stops struggling to consider its next move for escape.“That’s right, where were you again? Trying to chase Mai Valentine’s tail, right?”Damn, those big-name duelists sure liked to run their mouths in interviews, didn’t they…?“I always wanted to see Exodia in action. Somebody like Yugi probably could’ve put that thing through its paces, but I guess we’ll never know now. Did he cry when you threw it into the ocean?”Rex remained silent, receiving a thump between his shoulders from one of the goons holding him that jarred him back to attention. “I dunno. Weevil said he did. Weevil says a lot of shit, though. He probably didn’t even stick around to see.”“i’m just saying. I’D probably cry if someone tossed my rare cards into the elements where I couldn’t do anything to save them.” He leaned forward a bit, a thin, musing smile on his face. “Where IS Weevil these days?”“School? I dunno, man, come on! I’m not that little gnat’s keeper.” That guy was standing far too close to that burning trash can for Rex’s liking. “That’s okay. You can just pass this along for him, then, on behalf of those of us who don’t want to see clowns like you becoming the face of Duel Monsters.” He was back to rlfing through Rex’s cards, putting him on-edge as he watched the stranger pause, his smile becoming a grin as if he’d found what he was looking for. With a flourish, he produced a card, the firelight playing off of its holographic surface. Just as Rex recognized which one it was, the boy flicked it into the can. “Say goodbye to Tyrant dragon!” he jeered. Rex immediately went electric in the others’ hold, to the point they had to struggle to keep him restrained. “What the hell?? NO!” he cried, lunging ineffectively as a frantic voice told him it wasn’t too late. He could still save it. A little crispy around the edges, sure, but if he was fast enough, he–“Bye bye, Megazowler!” in went another card. Rex’s heart dropped into his stomach. “Ooh what’s this? Crawling Dragon #2? Wouldn’t want HIM to get lonely!” It was like watching a burning comet crash through a chapter of his life and wipe it right out of existence as, one by one, his dinos were fed to the devouring flames. Dinos he’d spent years searching out in packs, and wheeling-and-dealing in the schoolyards for. It reminded him of the gut-coiling feeling of having to hand off his Red-eyes to Joey Wheeler, being forced to reflect on the endless odd jobs he’d done and the countless bottles and cans he’d pulled out of gutters to tote to the recycling center in order to afford its lofty price tag. Even though, on some level, he’d at least been comforted to know that Joey would treat Red Eyes with the respect it deserved. This was…“Oh my god, dude, he’s actually crying!” one of the older guys clutching him announced with a shrill laugh. “What a little bitch!”Rex barely heard him, and certainly not on a level that the mockery or laughter from the others would have registered. Was he crying? He didn’t know. He was too busy watching Serpent Night Dragon join the other three in the blaze, followed by Trakodon, followed by–By now, the words were tumbling out of Rex at a fever pitch as he recalled the happenings in the park, talking faster and faster the more upset he became until he was barely making any sense at all. What Weevil was able to collect out of the word salad was that the punks had finished tossing his deck into the garbage fire they’d created, one of them had socked him in the belly to knock his wind out, and for their final trick, they’d taken his duel disk and thrown it against a tree until it had broken before leaving him there among the ruins. “And I just–I didn’t know what else to do. So I came here.” he finished, his eyes and nose both reddened and streaming freely. Weevil tensed, possibly in disgust at the mess of bodily fluids Rex was turning himself into, or maybe in guilt at the fact his friend had taken a punishment he hadn’t exactly earned. No, it was definitely the former, he decided, before crossing over to his bedside table, snagging the box of tissues perched there and offering it to Rex, who gratefully grabbed up a few to begin mopping up the mess his face had become.“Idiots.” Weevil snarled. “Why go after you for something *I* did?” He’d never exactly been ashamed of what he’d done with Exodia, and had even relayed the story a few times himself. When Rex didn’t offer an answer to this, Weevil vented a sigh, reaching out to his friend, pausing to find a place on Rex’s sleeve that hadn’t been snail-trailed in tears or snot, before patting his arm reassuringly. “It doesn’t matter. You can bounce back from this.” he told him. “You can get more dinosaurs, and–”“Me and what money, huh?” Rex challenged, anger flaring again as he loudly blew his nose. “All those packs? All those boxes? I can’t do all that again! It’d take me an ice age to get’em all back!”There was a long pause that hung between them, the only sound being Rex’s hitched breathing as he tried to calm himself down. “Not necessarily.” Weevil offered at last, dropping down to one knee to pull a box out from beneath his bed. “What we need here is a stand-in.”“I don’t want any of your crappy proxies.” Rex sulked, looking at the floor as Weevil unlidded the box.“They are NOT crappy.” the bespectacled boy shot back, rifling through the rows of them he’d sorted by name and type. “They’re tournament quality. Duel Disks read them flawlessly.” He’d already begun plucking out cards and clutching them between his thin fingers. “And besides, do YOU want to explain to everybody that you had your whole career torn down by Yugi’s fanboys?”Rex considered, his face souring, before finally bringing himself to look over at Weevil who’d nearly finished picking through the stacks with the precision of a mantis. “Here.” he said at last, thrusting the makeshift deck at his friend. Rex frowned as he sifted through them. He knew they were fakes but…damn, Weevil was right. It was almost impossible to tell. “Wait…” he said, a thought seeming to dawn on him. “So you just HAPPENED to have my entire deck in with your dumb bug copies?” At this, Weevil notably bristled. “I’ve got MY entire deck in there too, you dino dumbass!” he shot back. “After I had to give up my Insect Queen to Wheeler and have him rub my face in it, I wasn’t about to give anyone else the satisfaction of seeing that hole in my collection. And I thought I may as well back up the rest too, just in case.”“…yeah but mine?” Rex asked, sounding a bit awed. Weevil rolled his eyes in return.“I don’t have time for setbacks” he explained. “And since I rarely make mistakes, I have to take into account that everybody else might. That goes for my partner too. So…that’s why…” he gestured at the proxy dinosaur deck now in Rex’s possession. “You can just replace them as you go along so nobody has to kn-REX!!”Weevil’s shrill proclamation was in response to the fact that Rex had flung his arms around the smaller male’s shoulders, squeezing him in a bear hug. “Lookit you! Weevil Underwood lookin’ out for me and helpin’ me save face!” Rex chuckled, his throat still sticky from crying. “Partner, eh?”“I didn’t say–”“You did! You said partner!” Rex goaded, tightening the hug until Weevil wondered if his chest might collapse. “No take-backs!”Weevil wheezed something that was probably more profanities before a sound that every kid up past their bedtime equated with horror made both of them freeze. Slippered footsteps chuffed down the hallway, drawing closer to the closed bedroom door. Rex and Weevil both exchanged a wide-eyed look, and then like the world’s most bizarre synchronized dancers, they simultaneously leapt into action as Rex scuttled into the nearest hiding spot he could find - under Weevil’s bed - and Weevil grabbed the box, diving atop the mattress and ignoring the muffled grunt from beneath. By the time Mrs. Underwood had tapped twice on her son’s bedroom door before opening it, she would be greeted with the tranquil scene of Weevil sprawled on his belly, sorting through his cards with idle fascination. “It’s late.” she remarked as Weevil looked up with mock-surprise, having long ago perfected his poker face where his parents were concerned.“Is it? Sorry, I didn’t notice. I got some new ones today. You know I hate it when they’re out of order.”She nodded faintly as he spoke, as if she were full-aware before folding her arms. “Were you…talking to someone in here?” “Someone from school.” he answered easily. “They had some questions about an assignment, and I put them on speaker because i wanted to keep doing what I was doing. Was it too loud?” The innocence in his voice ought to have been criminal…and it seemed to work exactly as he’d intended it to. She lingered in his doorway a moment more before sighing, crossing the room, and gently removing the proxy box from Weevil’s bed to transplant it to his desk.“Get some sleep.” she told him, tousling his crown of seafoam-colored hair as she passed back by him on her way out. “The weekend is coming, you’ll have plenty of time for cards then.” Weevil completed his illusion of the eager-yet-obedient son with a disappointed sigh.“Right…goodnight, mother.”It was a full minute after the footsteps had retreated and Weevil’s parents’ bedroom door had shut once more before Weevil’s head appeared in the gap between the floor and the mattress, upside-down, as he leaned over the side of his bed to peer into Rex’s hiding spot.“How are you getting back?” he whispered.“I dunno, the buses stop runnin’ at midnight.” Rex whispered back. Weevil promptly disappeared from view as he scrambled back up top and, a moment later, a pillow paffed Rex in the face. “My parents leave for work at six. The buses should be running by then.” Weevil informed him as Rex blinked at the offering.“I can stay?”“We’ll figure out your duel disk this weekend.” Weevil went on as if he hadn’t heard him. “Just be quiet.” Rex hesitated a moment more before cramming the pillow beneath his head and settling in as best as he was able in the cramped space. Seeming satisfied with this, Weevil, again, withdrew, the bedside lamp clicking off and the springs creaking and jostling a bit as he, too, got settled.After a few moments, the bedroom was silent. Until Rex nudged the mattress with his knee.“Partneeerrrrrs~” he sang up at his friend teasingly.“I’m about five seconds from creating YOUR extinction event.” Weevil warned. “Go to sleep.” Rex gave a snort of laughter, settling once more. He listened, though. He went to sleep.

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