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xxavengingangelxx · 1 year ago

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Long Way From Home 3/?

YA'LL, trigger warning again:

For the love of God, please read the triggers and tags. I'm gonna go ahead and add: Dead Dove. Minors DNI. Smut starts!

TRIIGGERS: Implied/attempted suicide, self-harm, torture, brainwashing, physical abuse, mind fuckery, threatened rape, EXTREMELY dubious consent. If I miss, any let me know, please! DARK FIC

This fic is taking away from my COD MW playing time, ya'll ;)

Probably not important but this fic was born and continues to be created with the Inception soundtrack blasting through my headphones.

Phillip Graves's track? Dream is Collapsing. That track is so evil sounding and fits him well!

Chapter 1:

Chapter 2:

You found yourself back on that concrete floor and against that same cold concrete wall. Lying in a bed for however long you did made the floor feel almost painful. Days passed. Or you guessed days passed.

And of course, there was Graves again. It was like the man never left you alone.

“What’d you want?” you whispered.

“How long have you been here?”

“I don’t know,” you replied. “You’re using all kinds of sensory deprivation.”

“10 days,”

When you heard Graves say you’d been there 10 days you almost had a complete mental breakdown. 10 days?! You sat up.

“No way,” you met his gaze. He was kneeling in front of you again.

He pointed to the wounds on your chest and signaled at your left wrist. The bastard had the audacity to say that you must’ve blacked out when they stitched up all the cuts on your body because it was done with no pain control whatsoever. Your left wrist was still bandaged so that couldn’t have happened too long ago.

You heard him say that you screamed when they stitched you up.

He added that they’d had to put you on an IV line 2 days ago because you refused all liquid and food intake. That’s not something you remembered.

“You don’t remember ripping the IV out of your arm and saying you wanted to die?”

You did not.

You then realized that you weren’t even wearing your uniform anymore. Just a long-sleeved hooded shirt and simple black sweatpants. At least they’d let you keep your boots.

You were obviously losing it. You had huge periods of time missing and it was freaking you the hell out. Who knows what the fuck else they’d done to you that you couldn’t remember. And what had you told them, if anything?

“You’re lying,” you glanced up at him as he smirked in front of you, still kneeling to meet your gaze. You couldn’t even hold his gaze anymore. That’s how broken you were.

You pulled up the sleeves of your shirt and sure enough…along your right arm were IV track marks. On your left arm there was a bruise that ran from the crook of your elbow and followed a vein until the bruise disappeared under the bandage on your left wrist. It was obvious that the action of ripping an IV out had bruised you horribly and lacerated your skin. It was sure to scar. That laceration? 3 inches of sutures.

You were really starting to feel hopeless, helpless…where the hell was 141?

Your impulsive and intrusive thoughts won and you lunged at him. He shot to his feet as did you.

“You’re lying!” You yelled.

“Getting violent with me isn’t gonna do you any favors, darlin’,” Graves warned. “That’s a guarantee.” He stepped closer and you shoved him. Or tried to. You were nowhere near big enough or strong enough to even make him budge.

“Next time you put your hands on me I’m gonna break your arm,” he warned. He sounded serious and you believed him.

He again stepped towards you. And fearfully you said, “Don’t get any closer.” You were on edge and if you were completely honest you were on the edge of losing your sanity.

“When did you get here?”

You did the math in your head. 10 days would make it…

“I’ll prove it,” Graves said. He was trying to hide a smirk and that just reminded you of how sadistic he was. He unlatched the military watch from his left wrist and tossed it to you. You caught it.

10 days. It had been 10 days. He hadn’t been wanting to play mind games with you. He was telling you the truth. 10 days, about to be 11. You’d spent almost two weeks being tortured and tormented all for information you prayed you wouldn’t reveal.

“Havin’ a rough night?” There was that smirk again. He easily plucked the heavy watch from your trembling hands and put it back on his left wrist.

“Tell you what,” Graves started, “Come hang out with me tonight,”

Your horrified gaze must have told him everything he needed to know. You were terrified of him. And he knew it.

“On my life,” Graves stated. “I won’t hurt you.” He paused before adding, “Unless you try somthin’ or get violent.”

You were desperate to get away from the freezing cold room you had associated with pain and torture and pure misery. He really hadn’t lied when he said that if you didn’t cooperate you’d suffer. You couldn’t keep this up.

“You won’t let them hurt me, either?”

“Who?” he started walking towards the door but still didn’t dare follow him.

Your exhausted, terrified look must have told him everything he needed to know.

“My boys?” he scoffed. “Nah,” he shook his head. “They don’t do anything unless I tell ‘em to.”

You still weren’t convinced.

“And I’ve told them hands off when it comes to you.”

That was all you needed.

So you walked next to him.

You had no clue what the hell he wanted with you or what the hell mind game he was trying to play here but if you could get away from this room and the horrible isolation for a few hours and get away from physical pain, you’d take it.

You followed him like a puppy. “You got 141’s puppy? That cute little thing?” Shepherd’s voice echoed in your head. So did that mean you were now Graves’s puppy? Graves’s cute little thing?

You assumed the room he led you back to was his. It was neat, clean. It smelled like a combination of gun oil, fresh laundry, and cologne. It was a much nicer smell than the smell or that tiny room they were keeping you in. That room smelled like a hospital: so cold and sterile.

You glanced in his direction, almost flinching when you heard him close and lock the door.

“Relax,” he chuckled. “We’re not doing anything you’re not comfortable with.”

Why the sudden nice guy routine? Did he know how desperate you were to feel anything but pain? How desperate you were to escape the isolation from that tiny room? Had you revealed information and didn’t remember?

And in your completely unstable mind, you did the last thing you ever thought you would do. It was the last thing on your mind since you were taken. When you were first taken, you had the mental power to plot a plan to try and get Graves into bed and then escape. But the almost two weeks of sleeplessness, torture, pain, and suffering had totally ruined your decision making ability. You obviously weren’t getting out of here any time soon.

You walked forward to where Graves was, placed your hands on his vest, and used it as leverage when you got on your toes to kiss him. You hadn’t had any pleasure, any real rest, since before Las Almas.

He wasn’t completely caught off guard which made you think maybe he had planned this. But you didn’t care. You’d do anything for a gentle touch, for pleasure, for the ability to sleep in a bed instead of a hard concrete floor.

He placed his hands on your hips at first before tracing his fingers up your arms, and into your soft hair. He kissed you back and you moaned. Because you were frantic for a gentle touch.

Graves clearly didn’t need to be told twice. He moved one of his hands to his mouth, where he used his teeth to pull his glove off. He repeated the action with his other hand. He then easily broke off the kiss, reached for your shirt and pulled it over your head before tossing it aside somewhere. His calloused, rough hands ghosted over your ribs. You glanced down and saw you still had blue and yellowing bruises from the beatings you’d taken, from the bullet your vest had stopped almost two weeks ago.

Again desperate, even more so, you leaned forward again, got on your toes again, and kissed him. He tasted the same as the last time you’d kissed him. It was his turn to moan into your mouth and his hands worked quickly to untie the waistband of your sweats. You kicked your boots off. He hoisted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. Just like old times. He trailed kisses and teeth down your throat and you gasped, your breaths coming hot and heavy.

You were dropped onto a bed and it was so damn comfortable. You felt him climb over you, and he was quick to slide your pants off followed by your underwear. He straddled you, his knees on either side of your hips.

Graves’s lips fell on yours, hot and heavy and his tongue swept your mouth possessively. His rough hands were kneading your breasts and it was one of the most pleasurable things you’d felt in your life as far as you were concerned. So much better than pain and torture.

You heard the sound of Velcro ripping and saw as he lowered his vest to the floor next to the bed. Velcro ripping from a Kevlar vest had to be an aphrodisiac for you. His hands left your body for a second and he quickly unbuttoned his shirt before getting rid of that, too. You heard him unbuckling his belt hastily and it wasn’t long before you felt him at your entrance.

His cock was replaced by his fingers and when you felt him penetrate you with those coarse fingers you gasped and moaned. He worked you open, his fingers curling inside of you like he’d never forgotten you. He knew exactly how to touch you.

Graves’s sharp blue eyes met yours. You could barely see the blue as his pupils were blown wide with lust. He withdrew his fingers and despite yourself you almost whimpered at the loss. His eyes were almost asking for permission.

While you weren’t entirely sure this was entirely consensual. You were clearly mentally unstable after having learned how long you’d been held with Shadow Company. But you’d decided you needed this. You needed pleasure to balance out all the pain and suffering you’d suffered for almost the past two weeks. Besides, you’d been using sex as a coping mechanism and escape mechanism since you were a teenager.

Apparently your eyes communicated everything he needed because that was when he started pushing himself inside of you. And fuck if you didn’t almost moan his name because hell that was so much better than torture and sleep deprivation and pain. So you did moan his name. And you remembered that he preferred hearing his last name when he fucked the common sense out of you.

His hair fell on his forehead as he eased himself into you. It was his turn to moan and he did as he bottomed out inside of you. As he leaned forward to catch your neck and breasts in his hot mouth you felt his dirty blonde hair further stimulate you as it brushed your skin. It was sending tiny electric shocks through your body.

Those hot lips finally brushed yours and you felt his short gasps before you met his lips and kissed him. He, of course, took control and possessively swept your mouth with his tongue. You fought for dominance but it was no use. Just like all those nights before this one, he loved being in control. He got off on it.

You wanted more. You wanted these sensations to make you forget about all the suffering you’d endured in the last two weeks. So you placed your small hands on his broad shoulders and met his thrusts. He was going too slow and it was making you desperate.

He chuckled, the bastard. You were almost certain this had been planned.

You saw him about to reach up and pin your wrists down like he loved doing before but he stopped himself and you wondered if he stopped himself because it might feel too much like rape, like he was using force given the current situation that you were his hostage and he was your captor.

So he placed his arms on either side of you and continued his deliberately slow movements.

So you then wrapped your hands around his shoulders and scratched him. You full on scratched his shoulders, hearing him groan and making his thrusts stutter. He’d always liked women scratching his shoulders enough to make him bleed, or so he claimed.

He picked up his pace and you met him thrust for thrust. He was hitting that spot inside of you and his thrusts were picking up pace. You squeezed his cock with your muscles, prompting him to whisper, “Fuck.”

He then abruptly stilled his movements. You groaned in annoyance because damn it you’d been building up a momentum and you had just started to feel that heat, that heaviness deep inside of you that signaled you were close to climax.

Graves ground himself against you, rubbing against you clit in a way that made you see stars. And then he reached towards your chest and he dragged light fingers over the cuts he himself had inflicted almost 2 weeks ago. It was almost creepy but then again your hypersexualized, unstable mind thought of it as hot seeing as he had marked you as his.

The blue in his eyes were barely visible due to his dilated pupils, and as a result the only blue visible was a thin circle. And then he seemed to catch a second wind. His hands grasped your hips as he pulled you forward and before you knew it your face was inches from him and you were in his lap, straddling him as he and you both sat up with you on top.

Graves’s bruising grip in your hips continued and that was all it took for you to grasp his shoulders and ride him. It wasn’t long before you were both breathing heavy and sweating. Your breasts rasped his chest and it only added to the cacophony of pleasurable sensations. You ground against him, getting stimulation from your clit and from deep inside you as you felt him meet your thrusts.

His breath came in short, hurried gasps and his grip on your hips was almost painful, almost tight enough to where his fingernails cut into your skin. And it was with all those sensations combined that you let yourself go, giving in to him completely. You moaned your release but he was quick to cover your mouth with his.

In pursuit of his own orgasm, he shoved you back down on the bed, climbing over you once more. He lasted half a dozen sloppy, desperate thrusts before he spilled inside of you, riding out his own climax with shuddering gasps.

“Fuck,” he repeated. “You’re as good as I remember you.”

You tried catching your own breath and that was when the pain came back. You felt it in your arm, in your wrist, your ribs, and around your knees, elbows, and palms, which were scratched raw and bleeding from all the time you’d spent on concrete.

And that was when Graves did something surprising. He led you to lie down, told you to relax.

It wasn’t something you were expecting and it only confused you further.

You had your first hot shower. All the other showers before had been freezing cold and after you got dressed, from what you could remember, they’d toss you back into that tiny cement room that only seemed to get colder and colder. You wanted to relax and enjoy, to let the warmth ease your body it but something was nagging at you. Why the sudden change in treatment? Had you finally broken under all the torture and given them something? What if you betrayed your team…your ex-team? You couldn’t help it if you thought of them as your ex team, right? You’d been here almost two weeks and you were starting to feel abandoned.

Plus almost every time you moved somewhere deep inside your body you’d be reminded of what you’d done only an hour before. Sleeping with the enemy, Valdez, really? What would 141 think? They’d probably label you a traitor and a whore. A small voice in your mind told you that no they wouldn’t, that they would understand you adapted and had to do what you had to in order to survive. But that small voice was getting quieter and quieter.

And another, louder voice was taking hold. Graves was only following orders, right? Orders were orders in the military. If Shepherd have given orders, Graves had no choice but to follow them, right? Was he really that bad a guy?

You look at yourself in the mirror for the first time in almost 2 weeks and you almost didn’t recognize yourself. Stitched cuts on your chest from that first night they took you. A laceration on the left side of your face from where Graves had struck you with his firearm when trying to find out that rendezvous point that you refused to give up, also that first night. Your knees? Scraped raw. Your elbows? Also scraped to the point of bleeding. The palms of your hands were also raw and red.

You ran a gentle hand over the cut on the side of your face and you wondered if it would scar. That tiny voice was trying to scream to blame Graves, that he was the one who’d mercilessly struck you across the face with a fucking firearm, his sidearm, when you refused to break that first night. You face had other injuries but those looked mild. You looked exhausted.

You torso was laden with bruises. Some were yellowing while others were fresh and blue and purple. You had marks on your body from where they’d forcefully held a Taser to you again trying to draw out information. You had no idea how long ago that was but the marks were evident. Some memories, unfortunately, were coming back in pieces.

You were still putting up a fight despite being exhausted and sleep deprived and in pain. They had come into your tiny room right as you were dozing off. Graves stepped through the door first of course. Three Shadows, one commander made 4 men and one of you. Your small stature and build had been useful in the past, for reconnaissance and intel gathering but you hated it now. There was no way you could fight them off.

As a woman you feared the worst. That Graves was going to make good on his threat to rape you and then let the other three pass you around.

You started crying as you tried to push them back, all to no avail. One of them damn near broke your arm restraining you.

Graves was asking you what the code was to get into 141’s homing beacons so they could track where 141 was. You said no.

The next few minutes, hours, or days were all the same. Electric shocks from a Taser being buried in your ribs and in your chest. They would let you doze off at times only to wake you up and do it all over again.

You startled easily one time and so swung at a Shadow from a sitting position on the floor. He easily dodged it and laughed at you.

Graves then reached out and smacked you so hard you woke up curled up on the concrete floor, bleeding. You were sure how long you’d been out but Graves’s voice brought you back to lucidity, back to the living hell that you were now convinced was going to last forever.

“You don’t swing at my boys, you understand me?” Graves snapped. He knelt next to you as you tried to catch your breath. He grasped your hair so hard you cried out, raising your hands to where his was tangled in your hair, desperate to get him to release you. “They might not have directives to put hands on ya yet but they can certainly defend themselves.”

And that was when that tiny voice faded away and that louder voice took over in your head. All the pain you’d gone through. It was your fault. You’d refused to give them what they wanted…what they needed. So you’d brought that torture on yourself. Besides, even if you had given up the rendezvous point, Graves said he wasn’t going to kill anyone, right? He wanted to recruit them.

And for all the torture you’d suffered Graves had never really hurt you badly, did he? He’d just hit you. Not once had he inflicted pain himself since you were brought there. And for all the times Graves had hit you, he’d never once punched you. You’d seen him in close combat and knew he could almost break someone’s neck from the punches he delivered.

He’d never really hurt you, right? And he sure as hell hadn’t killed you. He’d spared your life. So didn’t you owe him?

It still bothered you later. You assumed it was night but you were back to not knowing what day or what time it was. Graves’s bed smelled like him and you found it somewhat intoxicating. You’d missed him. You really had.

As always, open to feedback! Let me know what ya'll think of this dark fic :)

#phillip graves #cod mw2 #cod mwii #phillip graves x reader #graves x reader #mw2 141 #task force 141 #cod 141

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shrineofdolls · 2 months ago

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at the risk of losing followers (when am i not at risk for that lol) im going to just admit this out loud cus i don't care. warning in the tags

i still have a desire to self harm but it's not because i dislike myself or think i deserve pain. i find the idea of scarring my body very Hot. not somebody else mind you, this is very much so a private kink between me, myself, and i.

i don't let others hurt me anymore. an ex boyfriend tried to choke me out in some fucked up backwards attempt to "win me back". i had bruises on my neck for weeks. it wasn't planned, it wasn't consensual. we hadn't dated for years. it left me feeling deeply insecure and afraid. funny enough the dude also disliked that i self harmed, go figure. he wanted to cut me but he wanted me to stop. gross behavior. idk how to trust people around the subject anymore. anywho.

i used to self harm because i was in a lot of uncomfortable situations where i had little control. it felt good to take out my frustrations on something, and i felt the scars looked cute on my body. it was like a tattoo but i was too young, poor, and quite possibly too stupid at the time to get one. so i self harmed. never cut deep enough to get to the white stuff except once lol. often i was cutting words into myself that had meaning to me. when i showed another self harmer they shamed me because they felt my scars were pathetic and superficial. i realized cutting wasn't a social activity lol so i mostly kept it to myself.

my ex girlfriend hated that i self harmed and when i told her why she said it was disgusting. she told me i was doing it because i was abused. i guess she wasn't wrong about that ROFL. she had backwards views on kink. really funny though because she was into incest but my self harm was too gross for her. Note: i don't give a shit if you have an incest kink. she insinuated that i self harmed because i was angry with her and that i was doing it to have control over her. i wasn't doing it because of her, i just thought it was fun to cut myself LOL. well and i was going through a lot, with being in foster care and dealing with my broken family. i was horny, sad, and wanted to play with pain. she thought my freak behavior was unacceptable. we never did roleplay incest together. we barely had sex. she often would call me mentally ill.

i don't self harm now. i actually feel like I'm a coward because i don't anymore, like I've lost my edge. two major gender affirming surgeries and scars across my chest and stomach, but i still feel like I'm weak. that said, i don't think it's in my best interest to return to it. i legit think i was addicted in a way, and i had to keep scars fresh on both my thighs or else I'd feel naked. i would seek out things to be upset about and then proceed to chanel that energy into cutting. now in days i would rather do something fun like watch a tv show or go on a walk or stand on my spikey mat because at least that doesn't leave marks.

real talk if you self harm consider buying one of these they're really fun to play with:

sit on it with your bare ass. that might be fun.

#melloof #s3lf h4rm cw #sex//ual abu//se cw #id like to talk more on this subject maybe in a zine idk

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blackasteriia · 4 years ago

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Hey! This blog is being archived, read all about it!

I will be here: https://asteriixa.tumblr.com/

So, this blog is almost two years old now and it’s gotten quite untidy. I made it when I knew less about How to Make Tumblr RP Blogs and I’d like to turn over a new slate with all my new knowledge. For example, my tags are a wreck (and mainly why I’m doing this). Not only is tag replacer dead but so is quick tag. The new blog will have far simpler tags that tumblr can’t murderize so easily. Besides, my old tags are kinda lame and the vibe is killing me. Bonus, brand spanking new, cool url. I also have a lot of dead blogs following me, or people who doesn’t seem that interested in interacting. This is one way of thinning out the herd, per se. Beyond all that, I wanted to refresh Xion’s character a little bit. My impression of the KH story has changed dramatically since February 2019 and I’ve been malcontent with some of the writing.

Xion is staying 95% the same with some minor adjustments.

1. She is brown now. She should’ve always been brown due to Sora, Kairi, and Riku --and by extension Xion-- being implied to be Eastern Asian. I didn’t know that when I started the blog. Her face claim is asian as well, and her skin tone should match that. Here’s my chance to fix it.

2. Xion keeps her keyblade but refuses to use it-- symbolic of my hatred of drawing said keyblade. She uses a cool sword now, because like, she deserves it.

Yen Sid: do you have a keyblade

Xion: yes

Yen sid: will you use it

Xion: no

3. Xion does not lose her memories after 358/2 Days. I wrote this plot point as a concession to Nomura to justify Xion’s survival, but I have lost all respect for him and will not give him a luke warm glass of water in hell. Xion losing her memory was often confusing to partners and heavily muddled plots. The amnesia trope is stupid anyway. This was one I wanted to ditch for a while and now I have an excuse.

I will try to keep as many threads as possible in the transition, and I will be saving old writing that I want to keep. If you could like this post, or give me a kick via IM/ Discord, that’d be very helpful for keeping track of interest. Otherwise, thank you all for your support and love over the past year-- it’s been a blast.

#freaking tags are broken i'm going to lose my mind

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papipopsicle · 3 years ago

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AFTERTASTE PART SEVEN

Pairing: Archie Andrews X Reader

Summary: In which two best friends since childhood test whether sex and friendship can co-exist without causing conflict. Including OC's Flick and Cherry, a bisexual and lesbian in a sapphic relationship who are best friends of Y/N.

Song: Dream Boy by Waterparks

Warnings: swearing

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Y/F and Y/M Robins were far from perfect parents. Y/F had the mental age of a toddler at times, and being an estate agent who always has to go the extra mile- he often wasn't home when his wife needed him the most. Y/M, on the other end of things, had been a stay at home mum until Y/N turned 16 last summer, and now she helped with all the administrative work for Mayor McCoy. She was a maternal creature which, coupled with her brilliant sarcasm, made for some explosive conversations. The two met on the first day of university and got married a week after the last.

When Y/M first found out she was pregnant with little Y/S Robins, the two realised they wanted a quiet bubble of a town to raise their children and grow up with them. But it wasn't until their second daughter was about to turn seven until they found their forever home in the quaint town of Riverdale. Ten years passing before their eyes, and the picturesque place didn't seen all that anymore.

Jason Blossom's death had nothing to do with the short gunshot sounding over the waves of Sweetwater River, the noise which woke Y/N from her sweet unmemorable dreams every few nights. The summer days rolled into early August without anyone caring, Y/N spending most of them at Cheryl's side listening intently to her past adventures with her brother. Betty threw herself into an internship at a publication house; Flick and Cherry had volunteered at a summer camp, and Archie was helping his dad out more and more with constructions job.

Although it hadn't been the start to the relationship Y/N had hoped for- the nervous giggles and hand holding, short and sweet kisses on late night walks followed by poetry worthy cuddling. There was a magnificent silver lining as Archie's muscles gained definition, and he suited the sweaty builder look far too well.

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"Earth to my gorgeous queen? Y/N/N?" Cheryl quizzed her friend, who currently resided at the poolside of Thornehill Manor. Her mind was off on a glorious tangent about her rendezvous in the kitchen at two in the morning. Fixing herself a glass of water, when Archie slips his hand into her pyjama shorts, his other around her mouth muffling her needy moans.

The red headed beauty shoved her y/h/c friend playfully, warm skin sweaty under her pale touch. Y/N blinked innocently and sent her an apologetic smile, "What?"

"I asked if you've thought about dating anyone else since Clayton?" The fiery ginger girl enquired with her usual upbeat tone.

Cheryl knew she had a unique quality about her which made it almost impossible for Y/N to lie to her face. The y/h/c girl scrunched up her nose, hiding the smile the idea of Archie Andrews brought to her face. 'Yes. We started off as fuck buddies but never actually fucked. Then I drunkenly asked him to be my boyfriend, now a month later I think we may genuinely work out.'

"Maybe." Y/N bit her bottom lip, listening to her friend's squeal as she squeezed her sun tanned arm.

"I knew it! You have this euphoric glow you only get when someone else makes you climax." The redhead affirmed confidently, watching the Robins girl's eyes bug out before hitting her arm, "Y/N/N, you know your secret's safe with me."

"Fine." She sighed and took a sip of her fruity cocktail, "It started off as just fooling around, honestly I just needed to let off some steam after everything. I knew he was into the kinds of things I was, I mean he used to tease me about it non stop. And it was good, so good I stopped being a pussy and asked him to be my boyfriend."

"Holy freaking hell!" The Blossom girl grinned with excitement, "Dare I ask, who is it?"

Y/N deadpanned at her friend, "Guess."

"Please don't tell me it's that muscular oaf Reggie, he's pretty but there's not exactly much going on upstairs." Cheryl tapped her temples and rolled her eyes at the thought.

"Nope."

The ginger thought for a moment, consulting her liquid courage and splashing her feet around the waters edge, "It's Archie."

All it took was a side-eyed glance at the y/h/c girl's blooming rosy cheeks to know she definitely wasn't wrong. Y/N severely lacked the ability to lie, even if her tone held conviction, her features were far too expressive and told the truth all on their own. It's not like they were hiding it from anyone, but the past four weeks had gone far too quickly without any moments to spare for the world around them. They slept together each night, the majority of that time not actually spent sleeping, but they hadn't been given the chance yet to explore more romantic avenues.

"It's fucking Archie Andrews- you're fucking Archie Andrews and don't you dare deny it." Cheryl gawked in her gorgeous white and nude bikini, watching as her friend lay back against the hot marble slabs which encased the large pool with the largest grin adorning her plump lips.

"We haven't had sex yet, so technically you aren't completely correct." Y/N winked but carried on before the girl exploded with a hundred questions and could never be turned off, "Trust me, I want to, and I'm sure he does too. But you know, it's his first time, I want it to be perfect for him."

"Y/N/N, you really love him, don't you?" Cheryl gagged to begin with, but she found it sweet in truth. She wanted someone to hold, who would hold her right back just as tight for no other reason than needing to.

Y/N sat back up and paddled her feet, "You have no idea, Cher."

Arch 🧡

That new post should be illegal

Tiger 💛

Ooo

I like this reaction

Maybe I should post more

Like this one

Cheryl pushed me in the pool

And I may have had a drink

Or three

Arch 🧡

Well that's sexy

I swear nobody looks good like that how on earth

You're a goddess

But also

How's she holding up?

Tiger 💛

🥺😇

Broken

But she's strong yk

You coming over for dinner?

Arch 🧡

Yeah Y/D invited my dad too

Need me to pick you up from Cheryl's?

Tiger 💛

Awe cute we love a bromance, and it's all good my mommas coming now anyways :))

Hours had elapsed far too fast and soon the summer heat simmered into cool waves of wind brushing over sun kissed skin. Cheryl's arms were clasped around the blonde's shoulders in a tight embrace.

"Thank you so much, Y/N/N, I don't know what I'd do without you!" The Blossom girl professed with sparkling eyes and a brilliant smile.

Y/N beamed up at her, fingers carding through her damp y/h/c hair as she looked over her shoulder to see her mum pulling into the driveway, "You don't need to thank me, Cher, friends look after each other. Message me if you need me, okay?"

Cheryl promised she would and the two teen girls hugged goodbye, with Y/N soon heading home- listening to her mother gossip about Hal and Alice's screaming match last night, Y/N loved her inability to keep her mouth shut sometimes.

"Mom," The y/h/c stopped her mid sentence and received a side eyed glance in response, "I need to tell you something and you're totally not allowed to freak out while you're driving."

Y/M's eyes widened and her grip tightened around the steering wheel, her daughters very rarely confided in her. While she knew her youngest was safe in her promiscuity, neither of Y/M Robins' girls ever shared their secrets so for the most part she took finding out into her own hands.

"Honey," The forty four year old's calm tone was hardly comforting to the teenager, "if this is about you and Archie fooling around, your father and I figured that out a long time ago, like so long ago. Who do you think does your laundry? When your underwear starting looking like dental floss, we caught on pretty quickly."

Y/N felt like a deer in headlights, "Mum, what the hell?" Her cheeks heated to an inhuman temperature.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about, as long as you're being safe and he's-"

"For the second time today, and I can't believe I'm saying this to you, but I am not having sex with Archie Andrews!" Y/N's high pitched voice sounded through the car. It truly was a blessing and a curse to have such open minded parents in situations like this. She thought about telling her mother the truth, but Y/M was a blabber mouth as well as a gossip, so Y/N chose to withhold certain pieces of information.

The Robins matriarch dropped the subject but didn't forget about her daughter's tone, and continued to ramble on about how odd she found Penelope Blossom and the whole Blossom family in general. "Like why on Earth is Rose in a wooden wheelchair? They know it's the twenty first century, right?"

As expected, the Robins household was once again filled with warm laughter and copious amounts of food. The topic of Jason was skimmed over, and Y/S found herself away from the dinner table. The eldest Robins sibling was currently pleading with Alice as she began shoving all of Polly's belongings in the boot of Hal's car. She couldn't comprehend life without her best friend, not after losing Jason. They were meant to be going travelling together for a year- working the worst jobs and staying up all night to watch the sun rise in different countries. But instead, Y/S's eyes were blinded by tears as she screamed down the street at the speeding car, with Polly Cooper taken out of her life indefinitely.

Y/N was oblivious to the dark inner workings of the Cooper clan, Betty's knowledge about her and Archie unbeknownst to the loved up teens. She'd spent every second not occupied by her internship trying to justify the romantic act as a fleeting moment of loneliness fuelled by alcohol. She wrote in her diary ideas on how she could win Archie back over, not knowing it was in fact, too late. Betty found herself hopelessly in love with the boy next door, unfortunately for her, the girl across the road was the only one his mind found.

Archie and Y/N washed up while their parents resided to the living room with three glasses and a bottle of white wine. The short girl turned the tap off after placing the last utensil on the draining board, flicking her sudsy hands at the boy's face. "What the-"

She didn't give him a chance to finish that thought, jumping up and wrapping her legs around his torso- planting a kiss onto his lips, then cheeks, then forehead. The two fell entranced by each other, planting pecks across nape of her neck and top of his head.

"Son," Fred's voice called out from the next room and the two immediately pulled apart, hearts beating in their ears, "we're going in a minute."

"Alright." He replied, placing his girlfriend on the floor once more.

"I wish you'd stay." Y/N pouted childishly, she meant the words entirely but hated feeling overbearing. Her life had been turned upside down this summer, it started off with her unable to fall asleep with another person next to her- now Archie's chest was her most comfortable pillow and is arms were the warmest blanket.

"Tomorrow night instead, Princess? I promised my dad I'd spend more time with him before senior year." The boy reasoned, holding her close and unknowingly feeling the exact same way, he adored holding her by her waist and pulling her close under the duvet.

"Monopoly night at yours?" She grinned and he nodded back in reply, the two sharing a final kiss in the kitchen before walking into the hallway.

Y/N felt at ease as she wished the two a goodnight and headed up to bed. She took off her tea dress and replaced it with Archie's bulldog t-shirt, managing to reach the same length on her thighs as her dress did.

Arch 🧡

I can still smell your perfume on my sheets

Tiger 💛

Marking my territory obviously x

Arch 🧡

I love it

Hope you sleep well baby x

Tiger 💛

Call me that tomorrow and we won't be sleeping so you better rest up tonight x

Arch 🧡

Whatever you say, baby x

Tiger 💛

Goodnight x

Arch 🧡

Night princess x

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Angel’s Touch (Modern!Ivar x reader)

A/N: This is my long overdue contribution to @rosepetals-flyingbirds‘ challenge. I’m sorry it took me so long, babe 💖 I’ve been going through a lot lately (including the loss of a loved one) and I wasn’t in the mood to write 😔

The prompt, as usual, is in bold.

Thanks to the lovely @geekandbooknerd for beta reading this for me 🌺

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Summary: Ivar's always been very secretive when it comes to his legs. How is he going to react when you tell him you want to know all of him?

Warnings: angst; fluff at the end; Ivar’s insecurities; soft and vulnerable Ivar.

Words: 4600

"I'm coming!" you shout enthusiastically, wrapping a soft towel around your body before closing the bathroom door behind you.

Wincing at your words, Ivar hastily hides his legs under the comforter. "That was a close one…", he mumbles while breathing a sigh of relief. Deep down, he knows he's not doing the right thing. Avoiding the problem will not make it go away.

He can't help himself, though. He still has nightmares about that awful night with Margrethe. It was years ago, yet memories of her disgusted look as well as her eyes full of pity still haunt his nights, vivid and humiliating.

He doesn't want to go through that again. It would be unbearable and painful, much worse than the dull ache he's used to enduring every day. No, he definitely can't relive it. Shuddering at this thought, Ivar squeezes his eyes shut and clenches his fists tight.

He won't allow it. He can't. Because he's not sure he can get over it again. After Margrethe, he had been broken – more broken than his broken bones – for so long. It had taken him years of therapy to stop being disgusted by himself, to stop hating himself for what he was. A freak. It had taken him years to endure looking at himself in a mirror. And it had taken him years to imagine sharing a bed with a woman again.

Oh, of course, he had fucked every so often. He needed it after the complete fiasco with Margrethe. He had to prove himself that he could… But it had always been in a hurry, and with random, uninteresting women. Till you…

You. You're not random, and definitely not uninteresting. You're beautiful and smart, patient and funny, warmhearted and caring but never overbearing. You're… perfect, he thinks, and it scares him as much as it makes him shiver with excitement. On top of that, so far you don't seem bothered by his legs and he wants to keep it that way.

His legs. His fucking legs. The averted elephant in the room. Well, averted… more or less. Because if you've never seen them, you know the braces, the crutches, the uneven gait and he's pretty sure you've figured out his pain. But you two never talk about them. He knows that you understood from the beginning that they were, they are a major issue for him. You're smart enough for that.

Yet, you never bring them up and he couldn't be more grateful. He's very aware that he can't keep going like this for long. But he doesn't know how to address what is, to him, a huge matter of concern. He's afraid you'll go away as soon as you realize how damaged his legs are, how crippled he really is. He doesn't want to lose you. He can't. That would be insufferable. And he knows exactly why. It's not just that he likes you, that sex is great, and that you're fun to be around, no… He's helplessly falling in love with you. It may be terrifying, but it's no less true.

That's why he does what he does. That's why he's always hurrying up, hiding, avoiding. It doesn't matter if it leads sometimes to awkward situations. It doesn't matter if you're not fooled. All that matters is that you don't see his legs; not for a long time anyway; and most preferably never.

Inhaling deeply, Ivar slips his hands under the comforter, rubs his scrawny, bony, twisted thighs, feeling their scarred skin and grunting in disgust. He knows he's wrong, he knows he's not going anywhere, but he can't help. He can't risk losing you.

***

More sad than irritated, you hardly stifle a sigh as you enter the room. Once again, Ivar is unsurprisingly already in bed, his fluffy comforter keeping his legs out of sight.

His legs… A fucking huge elephant in the room… It's amazing – not in a good way – how something that's never addressed can take up so much space.

The truth is, you know a lot about them. Being a son of Ragnar, the man who rules Scandinavia – at least economically but surely politically too, with friends in the right places and enough money to corrupt them – didn't allow Ivar to grow up in the shadow. Ivar's life therefore has always been on display, making headlines more often than not. So you know about his disease and its inherent struggles, about the surgeries and about the pain – well, now you even witness it sometimes, and the way he always tries to hide it is heartwrenching.

You know more than you'd like to since you even know about his supposed failing sex life, that bitch whose name you've long forgotten having told her story to everyone around. It doesn't matter though, as you can testify that Ivar's cock is far from dysfunctional.

Anyway, if you know a lot – truths or lies – about his condition and about his legs, you don't know them. And you're aware it has to change. You just don't know how. You can't be too straightforward or Ivar will close up on you. Yet you can't let things go on like this for too long, because it's unhealthy. And an unhealthy relationship with Ivar is the last thing you want, both for his and your sake.

Somehow always in your mind, his legs make things awkward. Sex is great, but could even be better, for they prevent you from being spontaneous. The last thing you want is to make Ivar, the man you're falling in love with, uncomfortable. So, you don't speak about them because you can feel he doesn't want to speak about them. You don't look at them because his tight jaw is unmistakable each time your eyes wander to his lower body. You do your best never to touch them, which isn't easy when you share his bed. In short, most of the time you act as if they don't exist. And this has got to stop.

You can't let this unspoken thing continue to grow between the two of you or it will end up becoming a problem that will eat you up, you do know it with utmost certainty. You won't allow it. You can't. Ivar is important to you, to say the least, and you're pretty sure he reciprocates your feelings. You see it in his huge blue eyes that sparkle each time he looks at you; you hear it in the softness of his tone each time he talks to you.

So yeah, the whole situation annoys you. It doesn't mean that his legs annoy you. They don't. You won't lie, you're a little nervous about them. How could you not, given how sensitive a subject they are? Will you say the right thing? Do the right thing? Will you hurt Ivar unwillingly? Just thinking about it, about them, makes you feel like you're walking on eggshells. Ivar is being very touchy when it comes to them, to those-legs-we-mustn't-talk-about, it seems to you that the slightest word could ruin everything. And you don't want that. Gods, you don't. Yet, you're not sure how to handle well something that important.

That's the point. His legs are that important. They shouldn't be. They shouldn't matter. They don't matter. Of course, you're not stupid. Ivar has a disability, there's no denying it. But it doesn't define him, right? What defines him is his outstanding intelligence, his sharp mind, and his deadpan, ironic humour. And well, if you're being honest, his ridiculous handsomeness too… It might sound shallow, but… who cares?

Anyway, enough is enough. Things must change and you're sure Ivar won't be the one initiating the change. It leaves you no choice, you know it. Your heart hammering in your chest, you rub your sweaty palms together before inhaling deeply. That's it. Let it be done. The sooner the better.

***

"Are you not coming?" Ivar's blue eyes are scrutinizing you from under furrowed brows as you scrabble around in your small overnight bag, as an idea has just popped into your head.

Glancing at him over your shoulder, you barely nod while swallowing the lump in your throat. "Of course I am, give me a minute." You reply after a while, sounding more confident than you feel. But you know it's a good idea. It could be the first step. It could work. It has to work.

Your hands are shaking but your heart is filled with hope when you eventually find what you were looking for. "Here it is.", you mutter, a tentative smile playing on your lips as you turn towards your lover, who looks at the silk scarf in your hand with a mischievous grin.

"What is it on your naughty mind?" He asks playfully, tilting his head in his very own way, the one that melts your heart each and every time. "You want to blindfold me, Y/N?" His low, deep voice sends shivers down your spine. "Or maybe you'd rather be blindfolded? It's up to you, I'm totally on board with either one." He swallows heavily, and when he licks his upper lip and then the lower in a slow-moving and sensual motion, a familiar warmth spreads in your lower belly.

Of course, he had to misread the situation. And you, you're so easily, pathetically flustered! Closing your eyes to push away any distracting thoughts, you inhale deeply while just shaking your head no as you don't trust yourself to speak right now.

Raising a brow, Ivar gives you a questioning look. "So, what is it about, then?" His tone is more serious now, you can almost feel a hint of uneasiness in his voice as if a part of his brain already suspects what's in your mind.

"Actually, I want to be blindfolded, but not to do what you're thinking about." You explain, shyly lowering your gaze. "I'd like to try something." You speak in a whisper but with honesty, fidgeting with the little silver Mjölnir – a gift from Ivar – you wear around your neck. "If it's okay with you." You add, your shaky voice giving away your nervousness.

Confused, Ivar looks at you with knitted brows. Since you don't want to explain further – because you're sure that if you told him of your plan, he would deny you – you just climb on the bed, kneel next to him and bring the scarf to your face, wrapping it around your head and over your eyes before tying it in the back with a tight knot.

Being blinded like that, even if it's of your own volition, is quite unsettling, you must say. You feel weirdly exposed, vulnerable, in your tiny shorts and a tank top and you have to inhale and exhale slowly several times in order to calm your nerves.

Uncertain, Ivar keeps quiet, his breathing just a little bit shorter than usual. "Y/N?" His hesitant voice startles you and you swallow, biting your inner cheek.

You know you have to take action, the sooner the better. So you fumble blindly on the bed and as you find Ivar's hand, you bring it to your mouth, kissing each knuckle one after the other while your free hand slips under the comforter.

His breath hitches, yet Ivar doesn't react, doesn't stop you, as you slowly lift the comforter, pulling it away. But when your fingers graze what you think is his thigh, he grabs your wrist, wrapping his fingers around it.

"What…" Ivar stutters, his grip tight enough to bruise your delicate skin, "… What are you doing, Y/N?" His voice, barely audible, is nothing more than a shaky whisper that wrings your heart.

Yet, you won't back down. "Let me, Ivar, please…" You beg softly, but to no avail. Ivar rushes his words, panic coursing through his veins. "Stop Y/N! Don't, please don't, I… They are… They are ugly. I… I can't." That's it. He can't. Just thinking of you exposing his disgusting legs, he feels like throwing up. He can't.

Hearing your lover so upset, and maybe even close to tears, is heartbreaking. Raising your free hand, you find his arm, then his shoulder, his neck, and finally his face, which you cup tenderly.

"You do know I won't see them, don't you?" You ask carefully, peppering light kisses along his jaw while trying to slow down the frantic pace of your own heart.

Ivar doesn't miss a beat, pushing you away gently but very firmly. "You don't need your sight to feel how hideous they are." Almost convinced to give up by his broken voice, you struggle to keep in mind that postponing the problem can't be a solution.

"That's what you think about them, how you see them, Ivar, that's not what they are." Your tone soft and soothing, you're trying to convey how much you care. "And it's certainly not how I'm going to see or to feel them."

"How would you know?" You can tell that he shifts in the bed to sit upright, his back against the headboard. His fingers still around your wrist, you have to stifle a hiss of pain when he changes position.

"Because they are a part of you. Nothing from you, or about you, can be ugly." You wince, realizing that you've just opened up to him more than you would have liked. But well, speaking your mind isn't a bad thing, right?

As Ivar, dumbstruck, keeps quiet, you decide to strike the iron while it's hot. Once again finding his cheek, your thumb lightly strokes it while you speak. "Let me touch them, Ivar…"

You know him well enough to be sure that right now, a storm is clouding his features. But as his breathing starts to quicken and as his grip on your wrist loosens, you understand that he's more frightened than angry. "Please…" You plead, aiming blindly a reassuring smile in his direction.

"But… Wh… Why?" He's never felt so scared, not even with Margrethe. Even if the rational part of him knows you're right, he won't give up yet, not without fighting. "Why… Why does it have to be? You don't need to touch those fucking…", swallowing, he closes his eyes briefly, "… you don't need to touch my legs, Y/N. You don't. We could just go on like this, as we have done up to now. Believe me, it will be better like that."

"No, it won't." You sigh, shaking your head. Ivar's distress may break your heart, yet you're more and more convinced that this is the right thing to do. "Let me touch them, Ivar, please…" You simply repeat, your free hand still on his cheek.

"Why… Why is it so important to you?" As soon as the words escape his lips, he regrets them, wishes he could take them back. He should have said no. Why didn't he say no? Slapping himself internally, he rolls his eyes, annoyed as much by his own stupidity as by your stubbornness.

You answer in a sweet whisper, placing your hand on his chest. He's sure you can feel the crazy thumping of his heart under your palm. "Because your legs are a part of you, and I want to know everything about you. Will you let me, Ivar?"

Ivar, deeply moved by your words, is eager to believe them. But on the other hand, it's so… frightening; unsettling. Not used to being so vulnerable in front of someone, he feels like he's being ripped apart, and gods, he hates it! "I… I don't know… I'm… not sure…" He eventually stammers almost unwillingly, more or less denying you once more, yet his resolution starts to falter, and he knows you can hear it.

Even more surprising, it's as if his body betrayed him, his fingers finally releasing your wrist. As you gasp, astonished and pleased, he ponders for a few moments before deciding – if deciding something against what seems to be your own will is even a thing – he won't stop you. He knows he could, but he also knows you're right. So, conflicted and petrified with fear, he just waves his hand, wiggling his fingers, and mumbles under his breath a faint "go ahead" that you almost miss.

"Is that a 'yes', Ivar?" Full of hope and with what you're sure is a beaming smile on your lips, you intertwine your fidgeting fingers and put your hands on your lap, anxiously awaiting his reply.

His jaw clenched, Ivar just nods. At first, he doesn't realize that you can't see him. As the silence drags on, he furrows his brows, confused, before breathing a hesitant answer. "Yeahhh…" Digging his fingernails into his palms, he waits for your next move, almost like someone awaiting a death sentence.

Sensing his anxiousness, you raise your hands and then move them very slowly, willing to give Ivar time to stop you if he needs to. Since he doesn't utter a word nor grab your wrists, you keep going, your fingers grazing what surely is his lower belly before finding the hem of his cotton boxer shorts.

Intensely aware of the importance of the moment, you can't help but swallow loudly, your stomach tied in knots. You started all this, and even if you're still not sure if it's the right time – will there ever be a right time for this? – you have to keep going. But you're scared. What if it'll push Ivar over the edge? What if it is too much for him? What if you won't handle this as well as you think you will? You don't want to lose him. Your mind suddenly filled with doubts, you do the only thing you can think of, and send a silent prayer to the gods, hoping they can help the two of you.

Holding his breath, Ivar looks at your hands as if he was hypnotized. His eyes wide open, he can't move, can't speak, utterly terrified of what is to come. He knows he should trust you. Maybe he does. But he doesn't trust himself. No, that's not true. Most of the time, Ivar doesn't lack self-confidence. He knows his worth. He's aware of the strength of his intelligence, his cunning. He knows about his good looks – even if they're quite useless; or about his highly appreciated caustic humour. And as he's no fool, he knows that being a Ragnarsson – name, wealth, all the stuff – is a major asset. Yet, when it comes to his legs, he's nothing more than a frightened little boy, so anxious that he's ready to fall apart. Feeling ashamed, self-conscious, and helpless, he's wondering how much tenser he can become until he physically shatters. Conflicted, he wants you to stop as well as he wants you to keep going. This has to be done. This should never be done. He's in love with you. You will never love him. You won't hurt him. He'll be hurt once again. Hectic, opposing thoughts are constantly fighting in his mind, leaving him frozen in fear and panicked. So, since he can't think straight, he does the only thing he can think of and sends a silent prayer to the gods. May they help him; help you.

Uselessly closing your eyes behind the blindfold, you gather your strength. Ivar didn't stop you. That's good. That means he wants you to do it, right? Inhaling deeply, you try to stop the shaking in your hands, and then, slightly leaning forward, you let your fingertips run over his thighs, barely touching them. You forget how to breathe and Ivar is so still, so quiet, you think he's not breathing either.

As you become bolder, you place the flat of your hands on his legs, careful not to apply any pressure. Under your palms, you can feel every bump, every scar, every broken bone. Your movements intentionally agonizingly slow, your hands move down to his protruding knee caps before finding his atrophied calves, their wasted muscles evident to the touch. You can't think how painful walking, or even just standing up, must be. The thought spreads a dull ache in your chest, but you keep your face emotionless, aware that if you can't see him, Ivar can see you. Rather than dwelling on it, you continue exploring, and when your fingers brush against the sole of one of his misshaped, scrawny feet, Ivar flinches. "Sorry," you mumble, "I didn't know you were ticklish." Since Ivar doesn't react, you're not sure he heard you and decide to slowly move your hands up his legs, placing them back on his bony thighs.

Keeping his eyes on you the whole time, Ivar struggles to breathe, his heart pounding wildly in his rib cage. He's surprised, he must say. He expected to see disgust or pity on your face, but there's none of that. Of course, he can't see your eyes, but a small smile never leaves your lips. Could it be that you're not disgusted? In any case, you don't seem troubled by what you're feeling. Maybe you're hiding it, but if so, you're hiding it well. He's also surprised because he expected to hate every moment of the process. Himself, he's all the time trying to avoid touching his legs. He hates PT sessions and doctor's appointments with a passion for a reason. But your touch is… enjoyable if he can push away all his doubts and his awful thoughts. It strikes him all of a sudden: it's probably the first time someone touches his legs for no reason at all. They were regularly massaged, checked for injuries, examined, palpated; of course, they were. But there was always a medical reason. Even when his mother touched them, it was to ease the pain. But you… you decided to touch his ugly limbs just because you wanted to. And just now, he realizes how much he missed that. Can he really miss something he's never known? He's not sure, but here he is, enjoying your featherlike touch, craving it, not wanting it to stop. Yes, he likes it; needs it. But what if, after tonight, you don't want to touch them again? He wouldn't blame you, who would want to touch such repulsive things? The thought brings bile to his throat and he knows it won't stop plaguing his mind. So he has to know, whatever it takes. Moving for the first time, he runs a trembling hand through his hair and summons all his courage.

"You… you didn't say a word." His quivering voice startles you, making your heart swell with sadness. You don't need your eyes to know that Ivar is filled with dread. The need to reassure him compels you to blindly fumble on the bed until you find his hand, which you grasp between yours. "What do you want me to say?" You ask cautiously, your thumb lightly stroking his knuckles.

You can feel Ivar stiffening, his fingernails probably bruising your palms as he lets out a shuddering breath. "I…" He stops to swallow. "The… truth, Y/N. Go ahead, speak your mind. You… you touched…" He stutters, and you're willing to bet his eyes are tightly shut, his tone giving away his level of anxiety. "… you touched them. My legs, I mean. I know… I know how they feel, ugly and disgusting… no need to sugarcoat your thoughts… I… I can handle the truth…" His voice cracks at the end, contradicting his words.

Releasing his hand, you graze his right thigh with gentle fingers. "No, Ivar", you speak softly yet firmly, "that's not how they feel, at least not to me." You know you have to be honest, you can't just say nonsensical, lovey-dovey things, he won't buy it. "I won't tell you they feel beautiful. They don't." Choosing your words carefully, you let your pointer finger follow a massive scar from his mid-thigh to his knee. "They feel different, and yes, you can feel the scars. It must have been painful, it's probably still is. But I promise you, they're not disgusting. They're your legs. They say a lot, Ivar. They're telling a story, your story. That's why I wanted to know them because as I said earlier, I want to know all about you. And they are part of you. I do think they finally deserve to be cared about, to be loved. Let me love them…" You whisper the last words, feeling vulnerable. 'Let me love you…' is what you want to add, but you know you can't, not yet, so instead you lean forward, your lips brushing and then kissing his thigh.

Something between a whine and a choked sob escapes his lips and you can hear his breath hitch as his hand gets up close to your neck. "Did I hurt you?" You ask with concern, frowning behind the blindfold.

Ivar can't help but smile, even if you can't see it. "No!" he replies quickly, his hand now on the back of your head. "I wasn't expecting that, the kiss I mean, but I… liked it." He explains shyly, surprised by his own words. "Actually, I loved it." He's not lying. He loved the kiss, he loved your words; it's as if a tremendous weight had just been lifted off of him. Part of him tells him not to believe everything you said, but he decides not to. He didn't hear any malice or mischief in your voice. He knows you were being genuine. That's why, choosing to chase the disbelief away, he decides to trust you completely. And that's why, suddenly, without warning, he pulls off the blindfold.

"What are you doing, Ivar?" You squeak, immediately closing your eyes and picking up the comforter. But as you intend to cover his legs, Ivar grabs your wrists with both hands. "Just leave it where it is." He retorts before letting out a heavy sigh. "And open your eyes."

You do as you're told, but keep your eyes on his face. There are tears in his eyes and a whirlwind of emotions. "Just look at them, Y/N." He almost commands you, but you know that's a way to hide his true feelings behind bravado.

Blinking a few times and scrunching your face, you tilt your head to the side, scrutinizing him. "Are you sure?"

Your lover just shrugs, biting his lower lip. "Will I ever be?" Taking a deep breath, he adds in a murmur. "But I trust you."

***

Later that night, as you're sound asleep, your head on his chest and his arm around your waist, Ivar can't get sleep, amazed that you didn't run away. He keeps replaying what you did when you saw his legs. You had just smiled. And kissed them one more time. And then thanked him for trusting you, for allowing you to love them. Moved and overwhelmed, he could see the matching tears in your eyes, but no sadness on your face. What he saw instead was relief, and care, and… love?

Kissing your head, he mumbles. "It is I who should be thanking you. I don't know what I did to deserve someone like you, but whatever it was, I'm glad. If angels are real, you're mine. I won't let you go, Y/N, never ever."

"I love you…" He finally whispers, taking advantage of your slumber. Well, little does he know you're awake but staying perfectly still. You know you weren't meant to hear those three words, not yet. And it doesn't matter. You can wait. You and Ivar have a lifetime to love each other.

All of him. All of you.

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xxisxxisxxis · 4 years ago

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Gateway Drug | Part Eighty-Six

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The only sound is the clock ticking on our lawyer's desk, and the soft pattering of rain coming down.

"Just sign and initial and we'll get these back to the judge for approval." Nikki's lawyer tells us and I rub my lips together.

We both grab the pens he hands over to us, hesitantly, and Nikki clears his throat, his hand hovering over the first page of lines to be signed.

If he signs them, I'll sign them, I say to myself.

His pen presses to the paper, and it's as if he's trying to force himself to sign them...nothing happens, though.

The lawyer notices this.

"They can't be registered for approval if they're not signed." He adds, looking at the both of us.

Nikki just rolls his eyes and taps his foot, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I ask him softly, hoping to God he says, "no."

"Yeah, Vivian. I'm sure." He states, still looking at the papers, pen still…

I get the "V" of my signature written and he looks down and scribbles across his paper, standing up.

"Fuck this, c'mon." He hisses and I look at him, wide eyed as he grabs my hand and pulls me up.

"W-What?" I ask.

"I'm retracting." He tells his lawyer as he walks out, taking me with him.

"Nikki, what the hell are you doing?" I ask him, confused as we walk down the stairs of the law firm.

"I've broken every fuckin' vow except 'till death do us part' and I'll be fucked to hell if we stuck it out and stayed with each other after the worst bullshit just to fucking divorce." He tells me.

One Month Earlier

I went to see him to try to understand where exactly we were in our relationship, if he even really wanted a divorce or if he was just wanted to start over, but, like always…

"I don't understand why you're being so stubborn, Viv--"

"--Because you want me to sign papers you filed less than 24 hours after you freaking died, Nikki!" I whisper yell.

"I assure you, I'm well aware!" He replies in the same quiet tone. "Sign the fucking papers."

"None of my grandparents ever divorced, my parents aren't divorced, I am not getting divorced. I'm a Christian, we don't do divorce."

"Well, you're not supposed to do sex before marriage or adultery, either, but that sure as shit didn't keep your panties on." He mumbles.

"Do you really bring up who did what because I assure you, your list is a hell of a lot longer than mine." I reply.

"Oh, is it?"

"Oh, it so is and you know it is."

He covers his ears and glare at him, flaring my nostrils.

"Are you serious right now?"

"I can't hear you." He tells me and I reach across the table and snatch his hands away from his ears, scowling.

"You are acting like a child right now!" I scold him.

"Now you know how I feel while trying to get you to just sign the damn papers!" He replies, crossing his arms. "But if you stay like this I might reconsider." He adds, his eyes on my chest where I'm leaning over.

"You aren't even taking this seriously, Nikki." I shove at his shoulder before sitting back down and he chuckles.

"I am, too," He argues. "You just look good."

"You're changing the subject."

"I can't compliment you?"

"Not when it's just to change the subject."

"I'm not changing the subject."

"Just like you to file for a divorce and then not want to discuss it with the woman who's put everything into the marriage you want wiped from existence."

"Now, you're pissing me off."

"You pissed me off when I got those damn papers with no warning."

"That's a lie, Vivian, the past year has been a fucking warning--especially with the amount of times you've thrown divorce in my face if I didn't straighten up. Remember that?"

"That's different. It was incentive to get you to act right."

"I didn't have any 'act right' left in me by that point." He states. "Unless it was for you." He smirks and I kick him under the table.

"Quit being a pervert."

"That's not perverted."

"This is a serious talk, Nikki, and you're trying to get out of it."

He opens his mouth to talk but I cut him off.

"And I swear to God if you say, 'I'm trying to get you out of something,' I'm going to come across this table and make you wish you had died."

"Is that a promise?" He raises a brow.

"I forgot how ridiculously immature sober Nikki is." I hiss.

"No, no, baby, this isn't even 'sober' Nikki. This is 'I don't have even the slightest sprinkle of anything in me for the first time in ten fucking years and I'm slowly starting to lose my fucking mind just a little bit' Nikki. Now just imagine staying married to this." He explains to me and I cut my eyes.

"Why the hell are you trying to convince me to want to divorce you?"

"Because you told me to fucking divorce you, remember?"

I furrow my brows.

"The day I got home and we got into that argument and you told me to just divorce you. So I'm trying to."

"You know that's not what I meant, Nikki."

"What the fuck did you mean, Vivian, because you fucking said, 'just divorce me then'."

"I didn't mean the next fucking day."

"You're crazy." He tells me.

"I'm crazy? I tried to throw myself off of a balcony when I thought you died and you thought it'd be a good idea to break up with me hours later?! Are you sure I'm the only crazy one?!"

"You told me you wanted out--multiple times."

"And you told me you loved me."

"Oh, oh, oh, woah, woah, wait a damn minute, that was a fucking coke binge mixed with alcohol, talking."

"Wasn't much talking, just a lot of crying and begging." I point out and he shakes his head a little, rolling his jaw. "Just for you to come home and file for divorce."

"Fuck you, Vivian."

"Fuck you, Nikki."

We both puff up and pout, arms crossed, glaring at each other with "go to hell" looks.

"...So?" Doc asks us when he comes back to check in on us.

"She's still that bratty little spoiled prude that would argue with me for the hell of it that she was when I first fucking met her." He snaps.

"And he's still Satan's evil Spawn." I bark.

"I'm about to take you to the bathroom." He threatens me.

"I'd rather have sex with Bret Michaels." I shoot back.

"At the rate you're going, I believe it."

"Do we need to talk about the threesome you had with Tansy and Vanity, now, or…?"

"Wasn't Tansy." He states.

"Really? Then who was it with?"

"Let's not do this here." Doc says quietly, apparently we're getting louder than we thought, other visitors and patients glancing at us uncomfortably.

I wanna see them be married to Nikki Sixx and try to handle their shit quietly.

"Sign the damn papers, Vivian." Nikki tells me as I stand up, grabbing my purse and scoffing.

"You and your damn papers can go burn." I mumble to him.

"You know I'm right!" He calls after me, I just flick him off, turning my hand to him as I walk away.

When I get back to the house, I'm faced with the boxes I've got stacked and packed, groaning at the mess I've made trying to get our things sorted out--well, my things.

"Viv?!" Sharise calls from our guest bedroom.

"It's me!" I call back, hearing Whisky running from where she is to me.

"Hey, baby boy." I greet him, patting his head.

"I didn't know what to do with this," she carries down the big white box with my wedding dress in it. "And Sky's asleep, she's had a big afternoon with woof-woof." She states, using Skylar's nickname for Whisky.

"Aww," I say and take the box from her and carry it to the dinner table. "I haven't opened this since we got married."

"I wonder if you could still wear it." She adds and I raise my brows.

"Hell, if I know." I mumble. "I'm not gonna need it anymore."

"Oh, don't say that." She tells me.

"He's serious about the divorce, Sharise." I state.

"He's gone through a lot of stuff, Viv. You both have. He's not thinking clearly."

"Well, I am, and I don't want a freaking divorce."

"Yeah, but that's you." She reminds me. "I'm sorry it's something you're having to go through but you don't need to be with someone that wants to leave the marriage."

"I guess."

"Or you two will work things out and it'll be fine." She says next, optimistic.

"Work it out…"

I'm hunched over the toilet a week later at the house, puking my guts up, trying to take deep breaths as I think I finish, only to be met with another wave of vomit, my throat and nose burning as regurgitated stomach acid stings at it.

"Shit." I grumble to myself, taking deep breaths…

I glare at the positive pregnancy tests--the reason for my nausea, mainly.

"Damnit, Vivian." I say to myself, tiredly, trying not to start crying.

Whisky's standing under me and I just sit on the bathroom floor and cry, hugging the dog when he gets closer to me to run his nose against my hand.

What the hell am I going to do? What the hell am I going to tell Duff? What am I going to tell Nikki? I want him to stay with me but I'm pregnant with a baby that isn't even his. I know he knows about me and Duff, now, but a baby from it would be a constant reminder that, "hey, remember that time you and your wife fucking hated each other and she fucked Duff McKagan while you were overdosing?"

I hit myself internally, wiping my eyes.

I knew this was a risk, so I'm not surprised--just pissed at myself.

I'm not on birth control, I don't like condoms, I'm lucky I don't have an STD but a fucking baby with Duff?

What's my dad going to think?

What's Duff's family going to think, especially if by some miracle Nikki and I do stay together...what will happen with his chance to find someone else. Most women in their 20s in L.A. don't want to play step-mom right now.

The press will have a field day with this…

My mind shifts to Nikki's granddad.

Damn it.

I glance at the clock that reads 1:34a.m. and let out a breath, exhausted, before opening the bathroom drawer and putting the pregnancy test in it, sniffling.

I rummage through our cabinets for something to help me sleep, finding some NyQuil.

I decide to take it since the only reason I had a reaction to it last time was because I mixed it with my antidepressant, and I go lay down, looking at Whisky getting in beside me, laying on Nikki's side of the bed, my mind plucking at a familiar sight not too long ago.

"Where the hell is Nikki at?!" I hear Doc shout over the bustle backstage, and I furrow my brows, stopping my conversation with Tawny Kitaen--who's here with David Coverdale--as Doc looks at me.

"You know where the fuck Sixx is?" He snaps at me.

"No, I came with Sharise and Heather." I tell him.

"Is Nikki even fucking here?!" He shouts next.

"How the hell am I supposed to know, Doc?!" I yell back, getting pissed.

"Maybe because you're his wife?" I hear someone cut in, sounding irritated, and I slowly turn around and see Bobby Dall leaned against an amp, his arms crossed.

"Maybe lick my twat." I snap back, harshly.

"I'm missing a fucking bassist that's supposed to go on in fifteen fucking minutes!" Doc yells over everybody, making me and Bobby shut up our bickering that's about to inevitably start. "Has anybody seen or heard anything from Nikki Sixx?!"

We all glance at each other, not saying a word.

"Fuck!" He outbursts, storming away to call the office back home.

Bobby huffs out a breath and pushes past me and Tawny, while I just glare daggers into him.

It was Day on the Green, a big music festival in Oakland, California, and on the second day, Whitesnake, Poison, and Mötley Crüe were set to perform. But once it was Mötley's turn, nobody could find Nikki. I had come with Sharise and Heather. Nikki had attempted to kick smack, again, so we all thought that's what delayed his arrival...come to find out…

"I've been up three fucking days freebasing, Tommy, alright?" He snaps to a pissed off Tommy and Vince after, "You're fucking shooting up again," leaves Tommy's lips.

The guys are pissed off--the most pissed I've ever seen them at Nikki--and the fans, who've been waiting for nearly an unacceptable amount of time for Mötley Crüe, are bustling with impatience as Nikki steadily drinks from a bottle of Jack to bring himself down some.

He glances at me and snarls.

"Get her outta here. I can't do shit with her looking at me like I'm dead." He snaps to Fred and I roll my jaw and leave him be.

By the time the show goes on, it's so obvious that Nikki's out of it, his eyes wide and wild, his brain fried…

Once the part of the show happens where Vince brings out bottles of Jack for Nikki and Tommy to chug on stage, I feel my eyes water, seeing Nikki scrambling to get up where he threw himself down the stage, to grab the fifth of Jack from Vince.

He chugs half, Tommy chugs half, and when Nikki comes to grab some water to try to keep up and finish the show as strong as he can, he takes two big gulps of water and hisses a bit of it back up, coughing and hacking.

I'm assuming he grabbed Micks straight vodka by accident.

The show ends soon, and Nikki's slobbering drunk, looking tired and worn down.

"I'm fuckin' going home." He tells Doc, pushing past him. "Vivian, baby, c'mon." He tells me, surprisingly gentle, slurring and taking heavy breaths.

I think he's just that damn tired.

"You don't want to stay and try to sober up some?" I ask him, calmly.

"No, I just wanna go home." He repeats.

I tell the girls and boys, 'bye,' right before Doc hammers us with when we need to be at the airport to leave for the next shows on the tour.

I can see Nikki being bombarded with Doc, bitching him out for being late while simultaneously threatening him if he doesn't get his shit together before they do the next line of shows...his eyes growing more and more distant with each word.

"You know how many fuckin' people you disappointed tonight, Nikki?" Doc asks him next.

"Doc, he gets it, alright." I interrupt since Nikki's not saying anything to him. I take Nikki's hand and pull him to the door.

"He obviously doesn't get it, Vivian." He bites at my heels, following after us.

"I get it, you're pissed, but can we please do this another time?" I hiss, snapping around to him, glancing around at the different roadies backstage, some of the members of other bands and their girlfriends and wives looking uncomfortable with Nikki getting his metaphorical asshole torn into a million pieces by Doc.

"You've both been saying that for the past year, Vivian, so no. We can't do this another time." Doc tells me, fed up.

"Well, me and him are." I argue, turning back around and grabbing Nikki's arm to keep walking.

Nikki's not even here mentally. It's like he's sedated.

"Just go ahead and enable him, Vivian." Doc outbursts to me, still behind us with each step, and I turn and throw my fist to his face as hard and fast as I can, hearing a satisfying crack in his cheek.

Eyes widen around us, Fred is rubbing his face as he steps to us, Tommy, Vince and Mick glaring at me...they can all think Nikki Sixx married a batshit bitch.

I don't care anymore.

When we get on the plane Nikki flew in on, he sits down and stays quiet as I sit across from him.

The only thing he tells me the entire hour and a half worth of flight is, "I've fucking done it again," I'm assuming in reference to messing things up.

He locks himself in the closet when we get home, and I spend the night wide awake, staring at Whisky where he's laying on Nikki's side of the bed.

"You and me again." I say to him, reaching out and rubbing his head as he stretches.

I blink the memory back, still looking at Whisky.

"You and me again."

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etherealluminescence · 4 years ago

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Hellllloooo!!! Your work is really goood! May I request a little headcanon? I'm an My Hero Academia fan and this concept kind of humored me, I don't know if I should consider this an AU but how would the brothers react to an MC who is a hero in training student with a flashy quirk! You can choose what quirk she gets and feel free to choose any gender, Thank You!

Hey anon! I’m fine with AUs so don’t worry. I’m a major BNHA fan myself, having been a fan for around three years. This kind of excited me because I got to write about the two fandoms I really like together. I’m just gonna do GN! Sorry if the explaination to the quirk is a bit long;;

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| MHA!AU | Brothers react to a flashy quirk GN!MC

The quirk is one I’m using for my OC which is a pretty flashy one I would say!! I hope you don’t mind I reference my own OC’s quirk. But it’s :

Gale attraction

A subdivision of air manipulation. The user can suck air towards them, break it apart, send it forwards, all in small or large consistencies, but they have to have something as the center of gravitation, that makes the air get suck towards it, or apart from it. My OC uses a long sword that can curl and compact, and straighten out to become long, so that’s why I consider this quirk flashy, since he slams a large sword at people’s directions and suddenly sends them flying. The MC in here does the same. Ex of how it works : The user uses slams their sword forward facing the opponent, and sucks in the air around them by using the sword as the center of gravitation, and lets it out in one go forward, causing a large blast. It all happens in the span of a few seconds, so it’s hard to see.

Lucifer

Lucifer knew that you had a pretty powerful quirk since you attended UA, you were a third year in class A, according to his documents when he was picking a student. However he couldn’t tell what exactly was your quirk because Diavolo just said to pick your paper and Lucifer couldn’t be bothered anymore.

When you arrived in the devildom you were immediately confused. You thought it was a villain’s quirk, since you were just in a battle, and you began to use your quirk.

Why did the villain’s partner suddenly your their quirk? Did they want to run now? Where are the other heroes who were with you, or did they have other illusions?

You didn’t know who these people were in front of you, but you assumed it was an illusion so you kind of attacked Lucifer with your quirk.

The strong wind expelled out your blade at the speed of light as you swung in his direction. Lucifer managed to transform into his form and stop your quirk from doing damage to him with his wings, but it was just a barely able to.

He didn’t have much time to think, but he thought that you were going to be difficult, and your quirk was actually strong enough to cause him to be pushed back a few centimetres. Wow.

He tried not to be impressed with you, because you cannot act like that in devildom. You were lectured like crazy and Diavolo laughed it all off.

After a few hours Lucifer gave you a simple compliment of “You have a strong quirk, don’t disappoint.” And you were actually feeling pretty proud from that.

Lucifer actually acknowledged you, and told you that he did. He told you that you were strong, even thought he looked like he was going to murder you all day and throughout the meeting.

Mammon

Even though Mammon was your guide, he had no clue you were a quirk user. When he finally hears you say you wish to train your quirk he’s just like?? You have one?

After assuring him you do, he asks to see it. You say your quirk isn’t a toy you can fool around with, and can cause some serious damage.

He thinks about it during the night and finds a way to make money off of it. You want to train... and he can place bets.. he can register you in a tournament where demons fight each other using their power or weapons if that’s their style... and well you could well lose and he takes the money from betting on the demons!!

Mammon explained to you his idea, but left out which side he was betting on. He had zero faith in you since he didn’t know you attended UA, and didn’t know how strong your quirk actually was.

You happily agreed since you figured you could go all out against a demon, since they are tough.

When the first round came, the majority of people bet in the demon’s favor, rather than your’s. You couldn’t care less since you really wanted a good workout.

As soon as the “one” came out of the referee’s mouth, you pulled out your sword and twirled it straight in a matter of seconds, and immediately sent a blast towards the demon’s direction.

The demon formed an “X” shape with his hands and dug his heels into the ground thinking you couldn’t blast him too far if you were just hitting the ground. Maybe your quirk was making the ground shake or something weak.

But what he didn’t see was the giant gust approaching him till it was too late. His eyes were glued shut from the strong blast affect and he was sent flying. He was far out of the rings, and looked like he was bleeding.

Whoops-you-did-not-think-a-demon-would-injure-so-easily

You tried to play it off cool but it was obvious you were frantically worrying about the demon.

At that moment, Mammon was convince to always bet on you. He immediately yelled allowed “That’s my human!” despite not even betting on you at first.

He is overly proud especially when you win since no one can tell what exactly your quirk was, you working way too fast.

He’s always clinging to you now and if someone harasses him he will be like “My human can kick your ass!! Fight me (them) if you want to taste dirt.”

Leviathan

Oh my goodness oh my goodness oh my goodness is this happening.

Levi is internally freaking out when he firsts meets you because you’re a hero in training!! Heroes are literally so cool and you’re a person not only with a quirk but attending THE U.A. high.

He wants to immediately know your quirk and how it works so he can replicate any scenes and do cosplay stuff, or say he knew a pro hero before they were famous and people made merch of them.

As soon as you two were alone, curtesy of Mammon not wanting to pay his debt back, Levi told you to come with him.

He took you to his room and nervously asked you to show him your quirk, he was super excited and was nervous at the same time and tried not to show either of the emotions.

You happily agreed because you love showing your quirk to friends, family, and fans.

You proceeded to take off your large jacket, and he saw a sword on your belt’s side. He immediately thought it would be powerful because you had a weapon.

You tell him to enjoy and watch the show. You twist your blade and it goes from curly to a long straight and thin blade. He’s sort of in awe at what a cool concept it was for a weapon to hide and yet easily open.

The fun had only begun, you concentrated, closing your eyes, with the quiet surrounding you, you proceed to swing your blade forward, aimed towards one of his less filled up walls, and blast an air strike.

You open it up to see you damaged and broke the wall, and the furniture in the next room over from the amount of air you gathered and blasted. But Levi didn’t care about his broken room, he was gushing at how cool you were.

You run a hand through your hair and give him a smile, telling him that it’s your job. “A hero should always go all out for their fans.”

Levi now wants merchandise of you asap and will be your first fan in the club and will become the president of it because of how epic that was, and if that was just you showing him your quirk just how awesome would you be in an actual fight?

Needless to say Levi clung to you for your entire trip in devildom.

Satan

Satan had read about how humanity has slowly gained quirks, or strong powers. They were all unique, with some common ones, and they had all sorts of uses. Sometimes the human could even look non human or become a different state of matter.

He was a little bit interested in seeing your quirk, he wasn’t going to lie. During the council meeting they were told that you are a UA student, but never mentioned your quirk, so he could only think of what it could be in his head.

When you finally came, he tried to be discreet about watching you from afar to see if you would use your quirk.

You didn’t want to just randomly cause havoc, so you didn’t use your quirk at all for the first few days. If people asked you what it was you’d just reply with “Something flashy, I guess?”

What was that supposed to mean? Even detective Satan couldn’t figure it out considering the vast quantities of quirks there are in the world.

Finally, he approached you after school his curiosity getting the better of him. He asked you to show him your quirk, and he was pretty polite. He told you he was interested in how human bodies work these days after reading so much about quirks.

You obliged, but tell him you’ll have to go to your room to do it since you left your sword there, not wanting to destroy school property.

This led Satan to believe your quirk is sword based, and you can use the weapon to slice through anything. He felt pretty proud with that conclusion.

Boy was he wrong, standing in the aftermath of what you just did. You both went into your room and there, you picked up your sword and straightened it out, aiming at a wall, you slammed it down, bursting the air forward and broke the wall with it.

You were mentally cursing as you casually fixed your sword’s state, and brushed off your shirt, as if there were dust on it. You didn’t mean to break the wall, but it just happened. What on earth did you expect?

Satan was stunned, these walls were pretty sturdy, so he thought. Not only that, but his hypothesis was completely wrong. Your quirk wasn’t the sword, was it?

Satan’s ultimate reaction to it was that he’s curious to know what exactly your quirk is, and how it works.

He questions you all the night about how it affects your body, like do you have to concentrate energy to your fingertips to control what is your center of gravitation? Could you use yourself as a center of gravitation? Would it hurt if you did? Where did you get that sword? Could you-

The questions kept coming at you that the two of you spoke until dinner. No one could find you and Satan in any other rooms, so Lucifer checked your’s. He immediately noted you and Satan are together but WHY is there a broken wall.

Oh you forgot about that.

Not to worry, Satan takes the blame. He says his anger got the best of him and that you were calming him down. You have a friend in Satan.

Lucifer could tell it was you since you had a very long sword in your hands, and that it probably had something to do with your quirk, but let it slide since Satan insisted of taking the blame.

Asmodeous

Asmo had finally convinced you to come to a club with him. In insisted he would take care of you if you couldn’t take care of yourself, bugged you for days.

He really wanted to boost his popularity being with the first quirk user in devildom, while bragging about your achievements, it’s his way of saying he is fond of you.

After going to the club, you and Asmo seperate a bit because he got dragged off by succubi, so you ended staying in the corner.

Of course you can’t do that in a club, someone will always approach you. A tall demon tried to get you to dance with them. No matter how many times you rejected, they kept going.

They were probably thinking they could intimidate you into dancing at least and then try something, but you were not a pushover. Asmo finally spots you and is worried and tries to rush over through the dancing crowd.

After the demon tries to grab your wrist you reached behind your belt and pulled out a small curly sword.

The demon was laughing since he thought you were going to attack him with a small sword. That wouldn’t even leave a minor injury. Instead, you step to the side so he’s not directly in front of you, and slam the sword to the side.

As it straightened, you collected air towards it and slided it up then down in it’s direction. You released the air collected as you slammed and a strong gust of wind exploded.

Even the demon was sent flying, crashing into a now-damaged pillar. Sighing, you twisted your sword into it’s curly state again, and put it away.

Asmo was rushing to you in awe. You just defeated a tall and scary demon by yourself!! He knew you had a strong quirk, but not enough to take down a giant demon.

When he finally made it, he took your hands in his and asked the basic questions, like “What’s your quirk? How did you do that? Can I post a selfie of us on devilgram while you use your quirk right now?” And it progressively got to

“Are you wrists okay? Are they still beautiful? Do you want me to apply lotion?”

The entire club was also in awe and staring, but you couldn’t really tell over how dramatic Asmo was being. It was an everyday occurrence to swing your blade at someone, but maybe the demons don’t have epic fights like you thought.

Needless to say Asmo is impressed and wants to brag about you and your amazing quirk to the world and how you two are closer than best friends.

Beelzebub

“Ah, Your name was Beel, right? Would you minded if I trained with you?”

You were the one to approach him first. You really wanted to keep up your training schedule while in the devildom, and hoped that the gym he went was similar to humans, or at least had a practice space.

He was ecstatic to have a training buddy, so of course you can come. You asked him if the gym had a room with training dummies or something similar, and he said there’s a free practice room with dummies you can break if you want.

You were super excited to use the dummies especially if you can break them because you might have to stop after two or three blasts if you couldn’t break them.

While at the gym you two did regular things at first, benchpress, whatever fit people do. Then you came into the training room.

You were tiny compared to Beel so he didn’t think you could do that much damage. But oh buddy. He was wrong.

You brought out your sword and twisted it straight, and stood at a very far distance. Beel was confused to why, but watched regardless.

As you swung your sword down, you collected air and then released it forward, splitting the air into two different sides for a double blast, a new technique to dispel air you’ve gathered you’ve been working on.

Beel could only see it for a matter of seconds as the wind flew past him in milliseconds, before it reached the training dummies in around five to six seconds total.

He was amazed because the training dummies were broken. The one on the left and right, which you were aiming for.

You didn’t expect them to break easily, so you turn to Beel as if saying what now with your eyes. He’s immediately patting your head and telling you that you’re amazing, and keep going.

Such a tiny person can have so much power because of their training;; such amazement and respect for you.

Afterwards he treats you to a meal and you take become close friends and gym buddies, encouraging each other not to give up on your workouts or training.

Belphegor

Belphie had never once seen your quirk, even if he tried to kill you once. You didn’t have your weapon on you at that time and couldn’t do anything.

He also didn’t attend classes often, being asleep at home. But today was a rare day he attended, and he stuck to you like glue, claiming he needed to spend time with you since his brothers hog you.

It was all going well until a demon you knew approached you. He wanted a rematch for last time and claimed he was stronger now, after two months.

Belphie was confused and you explained that while you were at school here, you’ve been challenging the top demon delinquents to get the title of strongest.

He’s just like “wowww. you really don’t have a sense of danger, do you?” The answer is you don’t. You were fairly confident in your abilities.

He stops leaning and hugging you to lean against the wall as he watches the two of you fight. If anything happens to you, he will kill the demon.

He figures it’s gonna be long and drawn out since you’re just a small human, but was he wrong.

Before the demon could move, it was over in seconds. You swung your blade down and as it expanded, you collected the air around and then sliced it sideways in the demon’s direction, giving a horizontal blast of air that he couldn’t dodge.

You called yourself the champion and pat yourself on the back as Belphie is stunned. You really just defeated a delinquent demon with your quirk in seconds, huh?

Belphie tells you you’re alright for a human and rather than pry into what it is, asks if you can prank Lucifer with it.

He’s pretty nonchalant but knows that you can take care of yourself now, and feels a little better with that knowledge since he can’t be with you 24/7.

You’re both going to trip Lucifer on small bits of air occasionally when he’s super tired just to see him lose it.

#obey me #obey me hc #obey me shall we date #obey me swd

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qweeby · 4 years ago

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Nine Lives To Short Part 2: A Hero Confronts the Hypothetical

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Paring: Hitoshi x Reader

Genre: Angst

Tag @foxypuppy

Plot: You only have 9 days to tell him how you feel....but maybe 9 days just isn't enough

"Please be ok please be ok!" that plea kept replaying in the mind of Histoshi Shinsou as he is sitting in the waiting room of the hospital.

He thinks about your soft touch, your sweet voice and your unforgettable laugh as tears stream down his eyes his voice breaking "please be ok....please..."

The entire room is quiet....tap tap tap tap is the only thing that can be heard and its coming from Shinsou as his left leg is violent shaking.

"Shinsou....?"

The entrance to the waiting room opens it's Kaminari and Mr. Aizawa, Denki rushes to Shinsou then begins to pat him down, patting his face and chest "YOU'RE OK RIGHT NOTHING IS BROKEN RIGHT!"

Shinsou brushes Kaminari off, " I'm fine it's not me you should me worried about....it's y/n she's the one in real pain".

Aizawa puts his hand ontop of Shinsou head rubbing his hair making it messy. "Yeah but that doesn't mean you aren't hurting to kid... it's ok to cry it won't make you any less of a hero.

Shinsou looks down " I just need to see her".

Kaminari sits next to Shinsou asking "How long have you been here, Hitoshi?

"About 5 an hours, after I ran Y/n to her parents and they called the ambulance, we came here and the doctor said that the parents can come with them but friends and other relatives were to stay here".

Suddenly Hitoshi sees your parents walking down are walking down the hall he jumps up quickly and makes his way towards them in a panic.

" Is y/n ok! What happened to her! C-can I see her please!" Hitoshi is frantically blurting out all of the questions that been on his mind of the pass 5 hours until your dad stops him.

"Woah woah calm down there Hitoshi, Y/n is fine she just need rest we actually came out here so we can take you home".

Shinsou tenses up shocked that after all that waiting he's just going home with seeing you.

He was not gonna let that happen.

" Home?...... HOME! THERE NO WAY IM GOING BACK HOME AND I DONT HAVE A CHANCE TO SEE IF Y/N IS DOING OK! I-....I have to see for myself.

Aizawa steps up, " Last time I checked Recovery girl was sent here to help Y/n with her injuries so she should be up"

Kaminari holds up his hand trying to put his two cents in " Plus he's been waiting 5 whole hours".

Your mom hangs her head "Yes that is true but....y/n is gonna need more than just kiss to feel better".

Your father begins to sweat as Shinsou glares him with anger in his eyes, everyone in the room begins the feel Shinsou's uneasiness.

"Let me ask you a question sir".

Your father gulps "Yes, Hitoshi?".

His pupils begin to dilate as Shinsou uses his quirk and asks the question " What's happening with your daughter".

Kaminari quickly grabs Shinsou pulling him back, " Dude! Are you crazy you can go around using your quirk on people!".

" IM NOT GONNA STAND HERE WHY THEY LEAVE ME IN THE DARK! I NEED ANSWERS!"

" Y/n's quirk....is hurting her shmmh-" before your dad can finish his sentence Aizawa stares at Shinsou erasing his quirk while simultaneously your mom covers your dad's mouth.

" Hitoshi! Control yourself Now"

Hitoshi shoves Kaminari back as her runs pass the three adults to y/n's room.

" Wait Toshi! You...don't even know where her room is...".

Aizawa sighs " Leave him Kaminari, right now I'm gonna need you to step outside" he angrily glares at your mother and father "I need to a meeting with some parents".

Meanwhile Hitoshi is running though the hallway is he searching for your room " Where is it..HA! Found it!.

Hitoshi kicks open your the hospital door.

" Y/N!" You jump and scream " AHHHH! What the HELL HITOSHI YOU CAN'T DO THAT WHAT IF YOU BROKE IT".

Right now all Shinsou wants to do is to hug you and hold you and never let you go but...

He just stands there and yells.

"You're such a God Damn lair!"

"...who told you-".

" APPARENTLY NOT YOU! WHEN THE HELL DID YOU GET S QUIRK FROM! HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN HURTING YOU?!"

You sit up and take a beep breath, "My quirk developed last week I didn't know how I was gonna tell you".

" LAST WEEK!? THEN THAT MEANS.....t-that means..."

-Hitoshi thinks back to last week after school when he was training with Aizawa-

" Hey Mr. Aizawa Hey hey" you eagerly jump around the tired teacher circling him. " What is it now kid?"

" Can you use your quirk on me?"

Shinsou spits out his water " ppppfffft why would he do that it literally won't do anything".

You turn to Shinsou pouting " yeahh but sero says when that when you get you quirk erase it's like your soul leaves you body".

Shinsou squints his eyes at you " I think Sero was high when he told you that".

Aizawa rubs his eyes and grunts.

"Ugh! Fine come here kid but after this I don't wanna hear anything come out of you mouth until we are done training".

You nod while standing still as Mr. Aizawa uses his quirk on you but no it looks like nothing happened.

Hitoshi chuckles " See told you it would work" he looks at you and see the look of utter disappointment and defeat. " What's with the face cat?"

" I was just really hoping that something....anything would happen but...oh well".

You smack you face as you give Shinsou a big thumbs up " You gotta ge back to training-mmmpfh-!"

Aizawa wraps you up his his cloth like a mummy and gives you to Present Mic

"Here Hizashi here hold the kid"

" YOU GOT IT SHO!"

Shinsou could help but laugh at the whole situation while you freak out the Mic's arms.

-He then thinks about how you acting at lunch during that same day-

" Hey Y/n you not gonna eat?" Kaminari askes while shoving fish sticks in his mouth.

"Oh umm I'm not really hungry"

"You aren't? But I haven't seen you eat anything all day are you sure?"

"Yeah Hitoshi I'm ok".

Bakugo the reaches across the table to get in your face " HUHHH THE LITTLE KITTY DOSEN'T WANNA EATTTT? I BET IF CAT BOY OVER HERE FED YOU, YOU WOULD EAT IT ALL UP!"

You and Bakugo clash foreheads.

" SHUT UP YOU FERAL POMERANIAN"

"GRRRR....THE FUCK YOU JUST CALL ME YOU QUIRKLESS LOSER!".

Kirishima walks to the table smiling simultaneously as he sits down saying "Man it looks like it's raining cats and dogs over here".

" SHUT YOUR TRAP YOU POINTY TEETH DIMWIT!" You Bakugo scream at Kirishima at the same time then go back to arguing with each other " STOP COPYING ME!".

Shinsou watches as you don't eat anything but shrugs it off as you going on a diet.

Hitoshi falls to his knees shaking, his voice breaking.

" THAT FUCKING QUESTION WASN'T JUST A HYPOTHETICAL WAS IT!"

You get off your bed as you sit in front of him, "No it wasn't ".

"I so fucking stupid Y/n..."

You slow reach your hand to grab Hitoshi "No...don't say that..."

"But it's true! Can't you see!

Shinsou raises his head looking at you his eyes bloodshot red, see him like that startled you , so you back up but then hes says something that made you hate yourself.

"....How can I ever be a hero if I can't even save one person...I'm so weak"

Tears begin to fall down your eyes seeing your best crumble apart by your actions, you jump into Shinsou's arms crying repeatedly saying " I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry".

You feel bad for Shinsou as he may have come across one of the most hardiest trail of being a hero.

How can a hero save someone that doesn't wanna be saved....

You and Hitoshi press forehead's and stare at one other but then...you look at Hitoshi but his face begin so switch between blurry and not until everything is completely blurry in your left eye.

"S-shinsou..."

He sniffs and rubs his nose, " Yeah y/n".

"I....I can't see"....

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Y/n has lost her 2nd life as another day draws near. Jow can Shinsou save the unsaveable? Will y/n ever confess in time and end her suffering.....will y/n's eye sight be the only thing she loses?.... 9 days won't be enough

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #y/n #kaminari denki #shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi #bnha angst #angst #bnha shinso hitoshi #shinsou x y/n #shinsou x you #shinso x reader #x reader #mha xreader

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coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe · 3 years ago

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Superheroes with Secrets: The Support of a Lover (Fic part 5) (Set in 2001)

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places.

Tags: @piratewithvigor please inform me if you wish to be tagged/untagged from posts

‘Giantess’ Kirby Roussimoff x Shane ‘Hurricane’ Helms (Circa 2001)

Reference Posts: Shane 'Hurricane’ Helms

Kirby 'The Blacklight Bandit’ Roussimoff

Notes: The story is set in 2001, which would make Helms 27 and Kirby 31. This story also blends Kayfabe and Reality. Certain people speak in different colours, Mainly: Helms is Green. Kirby is Orange. Kane is Red. Undertaker is Purple. Big Show is Blue.

As she goes, Helms leans over to the side table and orders them lunch from room service.

She's gone for around five minutes, freshening up before returning to the room

"Missed you." He smiles as she joins him again.

Kirby pulls Helms into a hug, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"Can't believe in just a few hours, I went from trying to accept that you were going to hate me for life to making love to you."

"You never know how much change can happen in a small amount of time, Green Lantern."

"Suppose you're right on that."

"I know it from experience," Kirby sighs, trying to shake the memories from her mind.

He pulls her close to his chest, letting her lie on it as he rubs her back. "You want to tell me about it?"

"I need to tell someone eventually, don't I?" She asks, unsure if he'll still love her after hearing all her secrets.

"Well, you don't need to, but I'll never be able to help you get past them if I don't know."

Kirby lets out a shaky breath, "my parents died in a car crash, André adopted me but when he died I was working in Japan and sorta dating this dude who didn't actually want to be with me. He used every chance he got to find out more about me to use as ammo to make me feel horrible. He made me feel like no one would love me because I was too broken a person, and he always called me a freak, every day he would make sure I knew how I didn't fit in, I came back to America after that and settled back at the ranch in Ellerbe, I felt so alone but then Vince offered me a job and I took it, I didn't realise at the time but they were using the tragedy in my life to make money."

"You didn't deserve it. None of it."

"I just," Kirby wipes away some tears, "I just don't want to be alone anymore, I'm always alone. Everyone I get close to either uses me, leaves me or dies and I'm tired of being so alone." Kirby's voice wavers as she struggles to hold back her tears.

"You're not alone anymore. You never will be again."

Kirby nods in agreement, wiping tears away, "I'm sorry I got all, you know," she gestures to her face, "sad, I guess the word is. I love you so much but I fear losing you so much more than you will ever know."

"You won't lose me. You can push me away, you can threaten me, you can do whatever you want to me, but there isn't a thing in this world you can do that would make me want to leave you."

"Helms, I don't know what to say, you're so kind to me, I just... I just want to kiss you and hold you and …" Kirby wipes away tears as she slowly regains her composure.

"Then do it. There's no need to hold back anymore."

Kirby pulls Helms into a kiss, passionate and loving with a bit of roughness to it.

Helms can't help but smile against her lips.

Kirby pulls away, breathing slightly heavier than before and sweeps one hand through her hair.

"You feeling okay?" Helms murmurs.

"I, uh, I'm fine, I just need to get my breath back." Kirby admits, breathless.

Helms can't hold his grin. "I took your breath away?"

Kirby smirks, "yeah, yeah. You took my breath away, ya green lunatic"

"I think this calls for a bit of victorious boasting."

"I don't think you want to do that, Helms."

"Maybe just boasting to you."

"You do realise I can pick you up and slam your ass into the bed."

"That's why it's all the more impressive I took your breath away."

Kirby sighs, "I guess there's just one way to shut you up, huh?" Kirby pulls Helms into another kiss.

He hums happily, tangling his fingers into her hair.

Kirby deepens the kiss, before pulling away for air.

"You're adorable when you do that." He chuckles. "Get all flustered and pink during a kiss."

"Shuddup." Kirby mumbles, barely loud enough to hear.

"You could never get me to. Especially when I'm letting you know how beautiful you are."

"You will never stop telling me that, will you?" Kirby asks, cocking an eyebrow.

"Never. You're always gonna be beautiful to me."

"Helms, you are so sweet, but," Kirby's stomach growls, interrupting her, "I'm so fucking hungry."

"If this were a movie, this would be when the room service knocks, but it's probably still gonna be like five minutes." He laughs.

Kirby smirks, stifling a laugh, "what exactly did you ask for, Green Lantern?"

"Enough food to put us in a coma."

"You green idiot" Kirby sighs, burying he head in her hands and trying to hold back her laughter.

"I wasn't sure what you'd be in the mood for and I didn't want to get the wrong thing, so there's a little of everything."

Kirby sighs before letting out a gentle laugh and lowering her hands to cover her chest, suddenly aware of the fact she is still only in her bra, and blushing a deep shade of red.

"You don't feel uncomfortable, right?" He murmurs. "You shouldn't. I hope you don't, anyway."

"No, just very aware that I'm naked in front of someone who isn't a medical professional and would rather make love to me than perform surgery." Kirby admits, searching for her clothes on the floor.

"If you want to get dressed, you can, but keep in mind I'm in the same boat." He chuckles.

"Helms, I don't like the way I look, especially when I'm nude. I'm an 'ivory tower' to quote what Bret said when he first met me. I'm extremely pale, so I cover myself up and try to hide from the world."

"The world isn't here. It's just me."

Kirby stalls, breathing deeply, "I know, I know." Before Kirby is able to get another word out there's a knocking at the door.

Helms scrambles for his underwear and then the door, rolling in a cart of the most eccentric food choices in the world.

"Helms, what the fuck, how are you planning to pay for that?" Kirby asks, fully confused.

"We take the leftovers and I've got meals for the week. Consider this my treat for you."

"If I weren't so hungry right now, I would kiss you, alas, I'm starving." Kirby states, eyeing up both Helms and then the cart.

"Take your pick. I got a little bit of everything."

Kirby smirks as she takes in the sight, everything from fruit, to meat, to pastry, Kirby takes a croissant from one of the plates, biting into it and letting out a small moan, before catching herself, "sorry"

"Don't have to apologize. Seeing you happy is a treat in itself."

If she really wanted to Kirby could probably finish all of the food on the cart, but she restrains herself and finishes off two of the croissants and a handful of grapes.

Helms is eating around the cart too, but his eyes are mostly on Kirby, not trying to hide his adoration anymore. He couldn't if he wanted it.

"If you keep staring at me I'm gonna kiss ya." Kirby states, wiping her mouth with a napkin.

"Is that a threat or a promise?"

"If I was threatening you, I would have said, I'm gonna chuck you out the window, so, short stack, I'd like to promise you that anytime I catch you staring at me, I'm gonna make it so hard for you to focus on anything other than me."

"It's already hard. You're the girl of my dreams. How could I possibly have anything else on my mind when you're around?"

"You do realise people will ta-"

A knocking at the door followed by the sound of two people giggling interrupts Kirby.

"I would assume, Helms, that the Hardy's have returned and are trying to annoy me again."

"Were they trying to annoy you before?"

"I was in the elevator with Jeff and Matt, both of them giddy as fucking schoolgirls." Kirby states, clearly annoyed at the Hardys.

"Well, I'm not expert at getting the Hardys to shut up, but I do know that once you shock a shocker, they get shut down. All we have to do is knock them off-balance, so to speak."

"What do you mean, Helms." Kirby cocks an eyebrow, going from annoyed to confused and slightly concerned.

His grin goes from regular joy to deeply evil joy. "Here's my plan: they're gonna knock at the door soon and when they do, I'm gonna answer in a towel and covered in as many hickies as you can give me before then. No one would expect it from either of us. It'll throw them off their rhythm so bad, they'll go quiet."

Kirby's eyes seem to glaze over with lust, she bites her lower lip and starts walking towards Helms.

"Just, uh, keep them around the torso area, okay? I don't need Vince yelling at me."

Kirby smirks as she hoists Helms into the air, nearly hitting his head on the ceiling as she puts his legs on her shoulders, kissing and nipping at the flesh of his stomach, letting out small moans as she does so.

He's squirming in her arms, but definitely not to escape. It just feels so good to have her lips on him, anywhere.

"If you get an erection while you're dick is nearly in my face, I will drop you." Kirby states, slowly lowering Helms so she can mark more of his flesh.

"That may very well be the most difficult thing you've ever asked of me." He chuckles

Kirby smirks, dropping him down slightly harder, not to the floor, but to the point where his pecs are in front of her face, she nips at his skin, leaving marks on his pectorals.

"God, you're a natural at this."

Kirby stifles a laugh against his chest before dropping him onto the floor, "I hope that was as good for you as it was for me."

"It really was." He looks down at the bite marks, light smearings of lipstick and assorted bruises. "Think these'll scare the Hardys off. And if they don't, can you ruffle my hair up a bit? Make it look like you've been pegging me."

"Come here, Hero." Kirby whispers, pulling Helms into a heated kiss and messing with his hair.

Helms kisses her just as heatedly, putting all his energy into making her feel as good as possible.

Kirby pulls away, trying her hardest not to lift him or back him against a wall, "I'm not sure how much longer I can control myself." She whispers, sheepishly.

"Then don't try anymore. Restraint is no fun."

Kirby pulls Helms into a heated kiss, picking him up and backing him against the bathroom door, kissing from his lips down to his collarbone and grinding her groin against his.

He wraps his legs around her waist, pulling her in close.

Kirby moans against his neck, breathing heavily.

The moment is broken by another knock at the door followed by a joking call of "housekeeping."

"Get me a towel from the bathroom." He whispers to her, scrambling down to his feet.

Kirby smirks, entering the bathroom and grabbing a towel just big enough to cover Helms' crotch, "you're gonna look like a much sexier Val Venis." She comments, chucking him the towel.

"That's not hard. Val Venis is just a slut, he ain't that pretty." He laughs, wrapping the towel around his waist and opening the door.

Kirby struggles to hold back her laughter as Helms opens the door.

"Oh Fuck" the two Hardy brothers say in almost perfect unison.

"Can I help you boys?" He asks, his tone clearly a little sultry. He's got to look a sight. There's hardly an inch of free space on his torso that isn't marked somehow. His lips are plump and swollen from their intense making out and his hair is perfectly messy.

#Kirby Roussimoff #Shane Hurricane Helms #Blacklight Bandit #Orange and green - the perfect team #Superheroes with Secrets

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har-rison-s · 5 years ago

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still beautiful

request: Hello! I have a Thor request Could you do one where the reader thinks his new hair and missing eye are attractive even though Thor feels insecurely about it? Have a good day! :)

A/N: Hi. I love this. I want to write more with comforting Thor, telling him he's still himself, he just needs to get his mind right. I really want to, so if you'd like to read that, you can request and keep up! I honestly, watching Endgame, just wanted to hug him all the time. His state made me so sad. I cried when I saw him, and when I saw him crying. Oh my. Anywhos, Happy reading!

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Thor sat on one of the beds on the huge ship. Korg told him it's the biggest bed and room in the ship, but that wasn't important to Thor. Although it was nice, as a comfort.

Loki had left his room recently and you passed him as you headed towards Thor's room, which he suggested he share with you. Loki had a little wicked smile on his features when his eyes fell upon you. He's always suspected something more than platonic friendship between you and Thor. Constantly teased you about it, but of no use, you two always dismissed him. There was truly nothing else there.

You knock on his doorframe and butt your head into the room. A smile is on your playful expression and Thor gives you a light smile in return, but looks back down. You frown. Something's wrong.

You step into the room and look around. It's huge and, although dirty, fitting for Thor's big ego and personality. You walk over to him and kneel before him on the floor.

“Is your big room making you cry, your Majesty?” You tease, bring your lip out and making sad eyes. Thor gives you an airy laugh in response, but still averts your eyes. You reach out your hand and place it over his. You squeeze the inside of it, something that gives the huge god comfort. A small touch to the inside of his palm. “What's making you so blue?”

Thor sighs. “I miss—no, it's stupid. Nothing important.” He says and leans up, ready to stand to his feet, but you hold him down at his knees and so Thor stays put on the bed.

“Please, tell me, Thor.” You speak slower than usual. “I am hear to listen, never to make fun of you. You know you can trust me.”

“I know. But to even say that to you—it seems stupid.” He admits.

“What is it?” You question in a whisper.

“I—I... I miss my hair.” Thor says finally, and his voice sounds a bit broken. You frown, the corners of your mouth tugging downwards. “And my eye. I hate having one eye.”

You don't really know what to say to him yet, so you only hold both of his hands and move closer to him, still waiting for him to talk more.

“I only... Well, I don't think I'm attractive anymore, as I did when I had my long hair. And both my eyes.” Thor finally admits with a heavy sigh. “I don't... I don't know how to look at myself in the mirror.”

“Thor...” you start to say quietly. He doesn't look at you. “That's not true at all.”

“What? You still think I'm attractive? With one eye and this stupid short hair? Who knows how long it'll take for it to grow back? I'm gonna be the ugliest man in Asgard, the ugliest king in history...” He rambles.

You sit back a little. “Well, I'm not wrong thinking you still look the hottest sight I've layed my eyes on.” You say. You're a bit taken aback by his harsh words to you, about himself. Breaks your heart to see him like this. “You'd never be the ugliest person or king in Asgard, or in the whole world. I promise you that, my king.” You assure him, hoping it'd help him. He says nothing. “Losing your hair and an eye, which are a physical feature, doesn't make you any less beautiful.”

Thor looks at you finally, a hopeful expression on his face. “Really?”

“Yes, Thor.” You say, nodding. “Do you think I find you beautiful because of your looks only? Your muscles or hair or face? No. That's not the only thing, my love.” You shake your head, hoping hard that your words go to his head and heart. “Your looks are not the only thing beautiful about you.” You whisper the last part.

Thor nods, blinking. There's tears in his eyes.

“Thor,” you start to soothe, petting his cheeks gently, “do not cry, my king. Do not fret about this. You can get another eye anywhere, and your hair will grow back. If you need those to make you feel better and more beautiful than you already are.” You offer and Thor finally smiles.

He sniffles and you wipe the fallen tears away, drying his cheeks. His hands grip yours, fingers still fidgeting a bit around your small palms.

“I guess I don't.” Thor says. “I just need you for that.”

That makes your heart warm. You've made him smile. You've made him happier. You smile so wide you laugh. You stand to your feet and then sit down on the bed in between Thor's thighs. You close your arms around his head and give it a long kiss, just on the top. Then, on his forehead, and then, his nose. A little laugh for him to feel better.

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ravens-rambling · 6 years ago

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hey can you do 4 from the prompt list? prinxiety and trans!Virgil? I'm just feeling that shitty dysphoria feel so a nice lil fluffy pick me up would be appreciated, thanks

A/N: Oh dear I am so sorry this is literally like months late I HOPE YOU’RE FEELING BETTER KIDDO AAHHHHH

Oh, and BTW there will be a second part to this! So if any of you want to be tagged in it let me know~

WC: 2,697

ships: Romantic Prinxiety, Platonic Analogical

warnings: Anxiety, anxiety attack, crying, panic, blood, shark week, mentions of dysphoria, mention of death, mentions of abusive parents, mentions of transphobia

Tag List: @punsterterry @stormcrawler75 @frostedlover@mycatshuman @mutechild @panicattheeverywhere15@thewinterbookqueen @analogical-mess @saddestlittlebabe

Virgil knew he should tell his boyfriend eventually. When that eventually would be he isn’t too sure. There wasn’t a moment that seemed right. Every day, every aching second, he wanted to tell Roman, but every night as he lay down for the night he always was disappointed in himself that he just couldn’t. Could you blame him though?

He was scared. Not scared of Roman, never would Roman hurt him. Scared of what Roman’s reaction would be. Now Roman is part of the LGBT community himself, he is gay and proud of it. If some stranger walks up to him and asks if he’s gay he will go on an hours long rant about his gayness. He isn’t afraid to express it.

And how Virgil wished he had that pride in himself. Instead every time he looks himself in the mirror his brain screams at him at how wrong he is. How broken he is. How feminine he is.

He couldn’t help but think… Would Roman break up with him over this if he found out? Would Roman think of him differently if he didn’t?

It didn’t help that his brain thought back to when he came out to his parents. Well it was accidental and he didn’t come out, they found out the hard way. Still to this day he always starts crying when he tells what he had to go through. His parents always hated him but after that… How lucky he was that Logan took him in.

But what if Roman is like his parents? What if Roman actually does hurt him like they did? What if-

Tears threatened to leak from his eyes as he curled up in bed, his spider plushie pulled close to his chest. Today he wore on his normal purple and black hoodie but underneath that a rather large and oversized shirt. Today it felt like something alien was on his chest. Something that shouldn’t be there but it is. Squeezing the life out of him and leaving him breathless.

And since it was warm today he didn’t want to overheat himself so he wore only boxers on. Boy, was that a mistake.

There was something about his… ‘shark week’ that he hated. It never was consistent. Every month it changes when it’s gonna happen. He knew it was soon, he could feel it and see it from the extra blubber on his pudgy stomach, but he didn’t know it was today.

What he also didn’t know was the fact that he had fallen asleep. He didn’t even notice that his eyes were shutting honestly. For how long he was asleep he honestly didn’t know but it must have been a while as he slept through Roman coming home from work.

And now there was something y'all need to know about Roman. He’s a clingy motherfucker. He will latch on to you like a koala any time he gets a chance to. And walking into his boyfriend passed out cuddling his purple spider plushie? The perfect opportunity he must say.

But what he wasn’t planning on was when he pulled back the blankets to cuddle in with him was a small pool of sticky blood surrounding Virgil’s midsection on the sheets. Instantly Romans mind began to panic. Was his boyfriend hurt? Why was he bleeding? Was something wrong? Was that why he’s passed out? Oh god, he might be dead for all he knew.

“Virgil! Virgil, wake up! Please wake up!” He screamed shaking Virgil’s shoulder.

Luckily Virgil is always a light sleeper he didn’t have to shake him hard or yell for long before his eyes shot open and he jerked up. He heard a sigh from beside him, Roman felt a bit of comfort knowing his boyfriend didn’t die on him. But still, his frantic eyes met Romans as his voice squeezed, “Roman? Roman, what’s wrong?”

“Your bleeding! That’s what’s wrong! Are you hurt? Are you in pain? Do I need to call the hospital?!”

Virgil looked down to where Roman was pointing and gulped thickly. Well…cats out of the bag now…

“Ro… Ro, calm down.”

“Your bleeding! How the fuck can I calm down!”

Virgil’s shoulders slumped as he looked over to see his frantic boyfriends face. He’s doing this, he’s causing his boyfriend distress. Reaching forward he cupped Romans cheek softly silencing him from his distress rambling.

“Ro. I promise I’m okay. Can… Can you step outside for a moment, please? I have something to tell you,” He said quietly taking a quick peck of a kiss on his cheek making sure Roman knew he was truly okay.

Roman had tears in his eyes at this point but he trusted him. Virgil could still be hurt though and he knew if it was serious enough he shouldn’t be left alone. Reluctantly he nodded and moved towards the door trying not to freak out again or even more. He needed to trust him right? He should trust him but… He can’t get the image out of his mind of his boyfriend in his own puddle of blood…

With that, he opened the door and stepped out to their hallway and closed it behind him.

As soon as Roman was gone Virgil took a rather shaky breath. Out of all the days he could have found out he just had to find it out when his dysphoria is at its worse. If Roman reacts badly now… He’s not sure what he’ll do. But Roman placed his trust on him so he needs to trust Roman right now, and trust that he won’t react badly.

So with that thought, he sighed as he got up moving towards the bathroom to clean up and grab a tampon.

When he finally got cleaned up and had the sheets and blankets in his hands ready to be thrown in the washer he couldn’t help but hesitate to open the door to face the other. Swallowing nervously he noticed his hand was shaking on the doorknob. No… He shouldn’t be scared… He shouldn’t be anxious… This is Roman he’s talking about… Sweet, kind, loud Roman… Roman who would take a bullet for him.

And a person who could still act like his parents.

His breath stuttered in his chest at that thought. His hand shook even more as he gulped. No… Can’t think like that. Can’t…

He didn’t even realize he was silently crying until the door opened by itself. His wide eyes looked up to find Roman there giving him a concerned, worried look. Wait… He shouldn’t be concerned or worried. He should be disgusted. Wait…

“V? I’m sorry I know I shouldn’t have come in but I could hear you crying from the hallway and I… Are you okay, my Stormcloud? You are hurt, aren’t you? Where are you hurt? Are you-”

Virgil sniffled, trying to regain his breathing and he shook his head. He placed a rather shaky hand up and Roman got the message cause a second later he didn’t hear a thing. Slowly Virgil took deep breaths. Well… It’s now or never.

“Ro… I’m sorry… I’m not… I’m not the person you think I am.. I just… I should have told you this…a long time ago… And I didn’t. And I know you’ll hate me for it but I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I…”

“Virgil? Virgil breathe. There you go. Breathe in.” Roman cut him off to make sure he’s breathing. Sweet…kind… Loving Roman… Somebody he might lose because of this.

He might not be so sweet and kind after this.

But still, he followed his instructions until he’s able to somewhat breath okay, his tears have slowly dried up and his shaking wasn’t as bad.

Shakily he mumbled, “I don’t really know how to tell you this…” Shame coursed through him as he had lied to such a supportive and loving person.

“I’m trans.” His voice was barely above a squeak but as he heard an intake of breath in front of him he figured Roman heard him. For several long seconds, seconds that felt like hours, years, he stayed silent. Virgils eyes stayed closed until he couldn’t take the pressure mounting on his shoulders and opened his eyes one by one.

And oh god, he couldn’t read the expression on Roman’s face right now. Silence hung in the air so thickly that it was sticking to his skin. The silence pierced his skin with every passing moment, tearing away at his insides leaving behind dust.

The lack of noise made him want to run away. But Roman hasn’t pushed him away yet that’s…good right? Better than his parents at least…

“Roman…? S-Say something… Please…” Tears once again dotted around his vision, his breath picked up again as his chest collapsed in on itself. He could feel his hand shaking against the sheets and blankets even worse than before. Oh god. He made a mistake. Roman hates him now. Just like his parents. Oh god… Oh god…

“Which way?” Why was his voice weirdly stern and cold. It sounded like it was coming from Logan, not him. Not the ever loud boasting Roman.

“FTM…” Even saying the term left a bitter taste in his mouth.

“You… You thought I would hate you for this?”

Once again he swallowed, “It… It won’t be the first time…”

He could hear another intake of breath then a very soft and delicate, “Virge? V, please look at me.”

Fear coursed through him as he shut his eyes tighter. What would he see when he does open them? Disgust? Disappointment? Horror? He didn’t want to see any of those expressions on Roman’s beautiful face.

“I’m sorry if you hate me. Please. I knew I should have told you before we started dating. I didn’t have the right time. I’m so so sorry. Please forgive me. I know I don’t deserve that I-”

“Virgil! Virgil, it’s okay. Just please look at me.”

Well, he didn’t sound repulsed at least. His eyes felt like cement as he gradually looked towards him his every muscle wanting to run away. But he was frozen as he didn’t see any of those things that he dreamed of only in nightmares no…it wasn’t any of that.

Breathless his dark brown eyes gazed upon the other. This is a dream, isn’t it?

Roman was crying.

“My prince… My perfect darling Prince. How could I ever hate you over something like this? You still are my everything, my handsome prince.”

“N-No. I’m not, Roman. I’m really not. I’m so sorry. I-” He was cut off by a hand on his cheek, but it wasn’t by force. No Roman held his cheek like he was holding the entire world in his hand. Like his everything was right on his palm. His breath hitched at that.

“Of course you are still my everything. My world. My dashing Prince. Nothing you say or do could ever change that. Why would you think that?”

“Well I… You’re gay… And I’m… I’m not..” His breath sucked in as Roman leaned forward and kissed his hair drawing in closer but not too much so Virgil can back away if he wants to.

“What did I just say, Mi Amor? You are still my handsome prince. Now and ever alright?”

“You… You aren’t mad?”

“For what? Not telling me? I know you had your reasons. Especially since you were convinced I’d hate you, love. I understand why you wouldn’t tell me. And I’m happy that you did trust me enough to tell me now.”

“Well… You kinda found out..” He motioned towards the blankets still in his hand and smiled faintly now feeling so much pressure off his chest and shoulders.

“That’s true. I’m sorry about that. You freaked me out. I thought you were dying on me for Pete sake!”

“I told you, you won’t get rid of me that easily, didn’t I?”

“That you did… That you did… Virgil?” His voice was so soft and smooth that it made Virgil’s heart flutter in his chest. Oh, that voice always sends him to a blushing mess doesn’t it? “Can I kiss you?”

“Yeah… Please do,” And with that Roman leaned forward and brought their lips together. Virgil had to go on his toes to properly reach him but he didn’t matter about that fact this time. He felt giddy, happy, that he didn’t have to go through what he had to previously go through again. Roman wasn’t mad at him. Roman wasn’t disgusted with him.

When they drew apart he wasn’t shocked to find tears on both of their cheeks. And none of them said a thing about it. Without a word, Roman grabbed the blankets in his hand and Virgil smiled faintly.

They parted their own ways one going further down the hallway while the other headed downstairs. It was time for cuddles they both needed it.

It wasn’t even 10 minutes later that they both found themselves in the arms of the other on the couch the tv playing absentmindedly in front of them. Honestly, none of them could tell which limbs were whose, but none of them cared to know. Roman hummed softly as he nudged Virgil closer to his chest.

“Are you okay now? Need anything? I have to admit I’m not sure how to comfort somebody during shark week. And that was a lot of blood earlier, do you need water? Or maybe some juice? Or-”

“Roman,” Virgil smiled, a wide toothy grin, as he lifted his head somewhat so he was looking at the other, “I’m okay. This is perfect.”

Just like that though his smile was gone, “I’m sorry for not telling you before. I should have made sure you were okay with it before we got together…”

Roman drew up a hand and it started ruffling his hair and Virgil purred practically melting against the other. Of course, he had to go for the sweet spot… That’s cheating.

“I’m sorry that you felt like you couldn’t safely tell me.” Then he froze and his hand stopped. Virgil could feel his entire body tensing as he sucked in another breath.

“Was this… Was that why you lived with Logan? Did your parents…?”

It was an unspoken question but a question he knew all the same. He never did tell Roman why he lived with Logan, he always shot it down whenever he mentioned it. He guessed Roman put two and two together…He nodded. And it was that single nod that made a wave of protectiveness drive over his partner. Romans body tensed up even more but this time almost in a fighting stance as if he was going to get up and fight his parents himself right at this instant. The fire that sparked in his eyes only proved that thought.

At first, there was a bit of fear in him thinking he did something wrong, but that melted away when Roman placed both his arms protectively around him and pulled him closer to his warm chest. Romans hands practically dug into his jacket as he mumbled, “I won’t let anyone hurt you again. Got it?”

Within those two sentences, Virgil smiled once again. Roman could be rather overly protective but he knew this was his way of showing that he cared. He chuckled patting his shoulder, “There there big guy. It’s alright now. They are…gone.”

“They better be if they know what’s good for them.”

“Yeah. Sure. Thank you so much, Roman. For everything.”

“Why are you thanking me? I should be the one to thank you for trusting me, my darling Prince.”

Virgil wanted to cry as he leaned up and kissed Romans chin not quite able to reach up and kiss his lips. But thankfully Roman got the message and leaned forward so once again they were able to kiss. And Virgil melted at his touch.

For once Virgil was finally loved for who he really was. For once he didn’t have to hold up walls against somebody he should have full trust in. No, for once he was happy knowing that his partner loved him for who he was.

Virgil.

The emo.

The trans Prince.

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ladykateofledfordpark · 5 years ago

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When Darkness Emerges- Avery’s Confession (Part 1)(M!Avery x MC)

So I decided to write Avery’s confession myself, because why not? This will be a series of fics, to which this is the first part.

This fic was inspired by this ask, sent by @aloehasrose:

This fic is dedicated to my fellow Avery stans: @a-i-n-a-a-s-h @mysticmiraculer @flowerpowell @unicornfatty @aloehasrose @itsbrindleybinch @kingliamsbish @jlpplays1 and @lady-kato !

Tagging also @mariaoz and @desiree-0816 , my wonderful friends! ❤

Pairing: M!Avery x MC (Dawn)

Summary: Avery decides to take Dawn on a little scavenger hunt. This one, however, is a bit different than what she will expect...

Unedited.

Note: Idk if it's just me but for some reason my phonr doesn't show the gaps I put, but the computer does. So for easier reading I suggest you read this from the computer. ^-^

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Dear Dawn,

I've noticed you've been a bit more bored lately, so I have a little scavenger hunt prepared for you.

Meet me outside the building where we had our first real kiss. You know the one.

-Avery "Freaking" Wilshere

Dawn smiled at the note Avery left in her trailer. It was so like him to tease her for that moment when they first met. Looking back at it now, she made a complete fool of herself. Seriously, if she could go back in time and make it un-embarrassing, she would.

As per Avery's instructions, Dawn met him at the entrance to his New York mansion. He was dressed in his usual pink shirt, the same mischievous smile on his face. Once she stood beside him, Avery took her hand and led him to his Audi. Dawn groaned, but Avery didn't give in. He pulled her till they were standing in front of his convertible, staring at each other.

"Another one?" Dawn asked with mock exasperation. Her eyes sparked with her familiar enthusiasm, waiting for the next adventure Avery would take her on.

"You don't seem that disappointed." He observed.

"But what about the scavenger hunt?"

Avery cupped her cheek. "This is the first step, love. Once you pass this, you'll get the clue to the second one."

Dawn's grin grew. "Intriguing."

Avery prssed a quick kiss to her forehead before walking over to the other side of the car. "Let's go."

They drove past the hundreds of the skyscrapers, into more rural territories. With music in their ears, time passed much faster than usual. Dawn found herself belting out to songs, accompanied by Avery's melodious voice. They truly were a power couple, and the music industry better beware!

"We're almost there." Avery declared after too short a time.

The nerves and exhilaration immediately returned. Dawn's heart beat at the pace of the pounding music and her hands once more became sweaty. She looked out the window, admiring the green fields that were now surrounding them. A place of solitude, of quiet, was the perfect remedy for her stressful life. She wasn't dreading this, but rather looking forward to Avery's surprise. What was he going to show her?

They parked at a very remote area. Dawn scanned her surroundings as if she was a detective in a very serious mystery. Where was this place? What did this bare hill have that was so special?

Avery gently took hold of her hand. Dawn breathed in relief when she realized her palms weren't as sweaty now. The sound of rushing water reminded her of all those meditation classes she took years ago and the colorful flowers gave her hope and strength. Yes, they were up high. And sure, there was no guarantee no one was pushed off this cliff, but... positive thoughts?

She glanced at Avery, and when his eyes met hers her worry deflated. She released a shaky breath and let out all her doubt. Why was she so nervous? Avery was here, beside her, and he would always be there for her. Because he was hers, and she was his.

Huh. It was still strange to think of them like that.

"This way." Avery pulled her along, his warmth soothing all her fears. Yes, she was still scared of falling to her death, but she needed to remember. Everything. Was. Okay. It will be okay.

But her mind rebelled against her very sound logic. She looked at the ledge and imagined falling to her death. It would be painful and awfully embarrassing, but she already had a bad fall at the Vinyl awards. This couldn't be that much worse, right?

She really needed to stop thinking. This was not helping one bit.

"Um... where are you taking us?" Dawn's voice wobbled. She tried not to think about this, but her boyfriend was taking her closer to the ledge. And she wasn't ready to test for herself how painful this fall would be.

Avery's eyes met hers. They twinkled in the late-morning sun, shining him in a way Dawn never experienced before. "Somewhere secret. You'll love it."

For a moment Dawn forgot to breathe, before she remembered that it wouldn't be smart to die from her boyfriend's beauty. So, reluctantly, she lowered her gaze. "Okay."

Avery chuckled as he tightened her hold on her hand. "Don't worry, love. I won't let anything happen to you."

"Alright."

Dawn waited for him to leave, but Avery was now frozen. She frowned as she gently touched his shoulder. "Hey, is something wrong?"

Avery blushed. "No, everything's fine. I just-" he trailed off. Dawn frowned, but before she could question him, Avery started descending a narrow path. It almost seemed like he was familiar with this area, but Dawn couldn't concentrate on that fact. She was too busy holding onto a rock nearby; AKA not falling to her death.

She was so focused on this small assignment that she was surprised when Avery stopped. "Is this it?" she blurted before raising her gaze.

What she saw stole her breath away.

It was a simple waterfall, shorter than the hill itself. It looked so quaint among the surrounding hills, like a small diamond that is just happy to be part of the rough. Dawn's eyes shone as she looked at the greenery surrounding it, adding a bit more color to the rocky clusters. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw a small pool under the waterfall. At least now Dawn knew that even if she would fall off the cliff, she could still survive.

"So this was right under our noses the whole time?"

Avery laughed. "Yes, it was underneath us when we parked. We're now on the opposite side. You see?" He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pointed at the top of a hill.

"That explains quite a bit."

They stood there, watching the water cascading down the rocky surface. Dawn marveled at the way the water fell into the pool, sending water drops everywhere. Avery pulled her closer, and Dawn automatically lay her head on his shoulders. She breathed in the cool air and the muscles in her body slowly relaxed. This was harmony. This was happiness.

Dawn knew this would become one of those memories she would always look back to. It was clear that this moment with Avery was one she would never forget, because everything in it was perfect. The beautiful view, the sensation of Avery's hand on hers, the comforting sounds. There was nowhere she'd rather be.

She closed her eyes. Avery brushed a loose hair from her forehead, his touch gentle and loving. "I have something for you," he whispered.

"What is it?"

Dawn knew she should open her eyes, but she couldn't. She didn't want to lose this moment, and ridiculous as it may be, she knew that once she would open her eyes everything would disappear.

Thankfully, Avery didn't comment on that. His hand continued stroking her forehead gently, in a manner so pure it was clear how much he cared. Dawn smiled, and from the way Avery's movements slowed she knew he was doing the same.

After too short a time, Avery spoke. "Open your eyes. It's the first part of your prize."

Dawn sighed. "Do I have to?" She was so calm. If it was up to her, she would live in this moment forever.

"I promise it's worth it."

She opened her eyes with a slight huff. "Fine."

Avery's eyes twinkled with so much happiness it was almost worth Dawn's sacrifice. He extracted a small not from his pocket, his cheeks now slightly pink. "Here."

Dawn carefully took the note. She read it quietly, and by the time it ended she couldn't speak.

When darkness emerges, gripping life in its threatening claws

You’re the one who takes my hand

And leads me somewhere far

Away from the hurt and the pain

Of the dark side of fame

To the light of hope, love and a new start

A place where I can be without a broken heart

"Avery... it's beautiful."

He smiled gently. His rough hand cupped her cheek, and his voice was much weaker than usual. "There's more."

Her eyes widened. "There is?"

He nodded. "But those are for later," Avery met her gaze, his eyes twinkling with something indescribable. "For now... I say we have some fun."

"What do you mean?"

He carefully took the note from her hand. Dawn stared at him, her thoughts rendering her speechless, when Avery suddenly took her hand. He zipped his pocket closed, before a mischievous smile rose to his face. "Time to go."

And then he pulled her into the pool with him. Dawn squealed as the water welcomed her, a light laugh escaping her lips. Avery grinned as he waded, then swam, deeper into the water. Dawn followed him hesitantly, but froze when she realized they were heading toward the waterfall. "Avery, why are we going there?"

His eyes twinkled. "I'm curious. Come on."

Reluctantly, Dawn followed her boyfriend. They swam till they were right in front of the waterfall, and then dived together till they reached a wall. Once they reemerged to the air, they were met with a solid stone wall. Avery chuckled as Dawn frowned at the wall. Was this why he brought her here?

"I didn't expect this wall. In movies there's always a cave behind the waterfall, but..." Avery smirked. He climbed onto the slippery floor beside the wall, laughing as his feet slipped on the stone. Dawn carefully drew nearer, and before she knew it she was standing next to Avery on a stone platform.

"So you brought me here because you thought there would be a cave?"

"I wanted to check if the myth was true."

Dawn giggled, but her laughter disappeared when Avery took her hand. She blushed, but before she could decide what to do, Avery pulled her closer. They were now almost touching, and the knowledge sent pleasant tingles through her nerves. Avery lowered his head so they're lips almost touched, his breath fanning her face. "But I also wanted some privacy."

Dawn closed her eyes as she forced a smile to her face. "Really? What for?"

His lips brushed hers. "This."

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tsuki-kirigakure · 6 years ago

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My Top 10 Voltage Men

I had a really hard time in doing this I can't choose. 😥 I'm probably gonna shuffle this again next time I do this because there are still tons of guys I haven’t added. 😅 I also took hours in making this because Tumblr is being a btxh and won’t let me save nor post this. 😒

Thanks for the tag @mandyinwonderland ♥

10th: Riki Yanase ♡ [Love Letter from Thief X]

Riki is one of the guys I've been very addicted to. I would spend my days (if I'm not at school) and nights reading his stories. He kinds of come out as an arrogant guy but he's really sweet and loving and passionate about the people he loves. He would always make them happy and safe and would put them and their happiness first.

9th: Huedhaut ♡ [Star Crossed Myth]

When I first saw the summary or the preview for Hue’s story, I knew that I had to read it and I wasn’t wrong. This guy is a snarky hot and smart guy which rules the Zodiac sign Aquarius. He makes the best wines and all but he’s broken and refused to acknowledge love again after losing you, the previous goddess of fate, the love of his life. He sacrificed one of the stars in his life to make sure that you live. His sarcastic and funny comments would make you laugh, his painful past with the goddess of fate would make you cry, but his sweet and flowery words and gestures would definitely make you swoon. I swear.

8th: Ryota Mochizuki ♡ [Our Private Homeroom]

Before I played this story I had reservations about playing this game. Since I wasn't fond of teacher-student relationships and only went for student-student and teacher-teacher types, but boy did this story proved me wrong. I was practically smitten with him for being such a cutie and A MATH TEACHER. HE LOVES MATH AND SO DO I. We instantly clicked y’know? What’s better is that he’s kind to all of his students and cheers them on and just shows how damn good of a teach he is. Then he can like see and recognize your hard work and would totally cheer you on when you’re losing faith on yourself. He would also prioritize you, your dreams and your happiness above anything and would sacrifice his job that he loves and fight for you.

7th: Kyohei Rikudoh ♡ [Scandal in the Spotlight]

BBY KYO ❤ THIS GUY MAKES THE ABSOLUTE BEST FRIED RICE APPARENTLY HEHE JUST A FUN FACT. It was love at first sight with this guy. He’s the sexiest man alive I think? Well that’s true for me at least hihi. Kyohei loves to tease you and do sweet things for you. He would sacrifice everything for you and always put you and your happiness first. He loves seeing you blush and smile and make all those “cute expressions”. He would protect, care, love and cherish those important to him. He’s strict with work but that’s because Revance is really important to him. He’s hot and he knows it. He loves spending time with you especially alone times hihi 😉 He may come off as arrogant to other people but really, he’s just a handsome and easily jealous cutie pie. ❤

6th: Toma Kiriya ♡ [Irresistible Mistakes]

HERE COMES ONE OF MY SNARKIEST MOST SARCASTIC BUT LOVING AND SWEET AND UNDERSTANDING AND SUPPORTIVE CUTIE. He loves sugary drinks tbh he says it gives his brain the energy it needs. He loves to work and he’s good at what he does, usually handpicked for big projects. He’s unstoppable with MC beside him hihi. He’s so cute when he blush like he’s such a cutie pie. He’s probably the best guy to have a conversation with, like literally he cracks me up every time and makes me happy every time I see his face. I’m in love hihi. WHY CAN’T TOMA EXIST IN REAL LIFE?! HE’S JUST SO PERFECT.

5th: Tsumugu Kido ♡ [Our Two Bedroom Story]

Here comes my awkwardly cute, blushes easily when he says or does something sweet or bold or when MC does the same, king of tightwads. He’s what you would call stingy but it’s just because of how hard it was for them in the past. He’s good with his work and has a “split-personality” hehe when he’s at work and at home. He loves the MC so much and knows how hard she works as well as how good she is at work but would never openly admit it in normal times. He’s such a cutie pie who loves strawberries and HIS SIBLINGS ARE SO CUTE AND PRETTY, sazuku being the cute and sakura and mizuki being the pretty ones. I love his puns and jokes. He loves seeing you happy and would be happy knowing that you are. HE’S SUCH A CUTIE I SWEAR BRO.

4th: Izaac Martin ♥ [Gossip Girl Party]

YOU GUYS, DO YOU PEOPLE EVEN KNOW OR REMEMBER GOSSIP GIRL PARTY? BECAUSE I CERTAINLY DO. THIS GAME IS STILL AND WILL FOREVER BE IN MY HEART AND MIND AND NOTHING CAN EVER MAKE ME FORGET THIS ESPECIALLY MY BABY IZAAC. Y’KNOW SEEING THE FAREWELL MESSAGES THEY GAVE US WAS DEFINITELY HEARTBREAKING. I WAS FREAKING CRYING THE WHOLE ASJAKDDGDSNVKDJBVUD TIMES I READ THAT MESSAGE. WHY DID VOLTAGE HAVE TO REMOVE IT FROM GOOGLE PLAY? WHY CAN’T WE JUST KEEP THEM EVEN IF THEY WON’T UPDATE IT ANYMORE? 😭💔 But okay let me just say that Izaac is my forever babe even if I hated one of his stories that led me to uninstalling the app and reinstalling it again right away hehe. He’s like perfect. He would tease you with his words but would also say and do the sweetest things. He loves you so much and knows you so well. He’ll support you in the things you wanna do and he’d be really proud of you. I love this guy so much you know and I miss him so bad 😭💔

3rd: My Forevs Inspiration and Smexiest Cool Baby, Kiyohito Shirakami ♥ [Kings of Paradise]

OMG BABY KIYO OKAY HERE IT GOES WE’RE DOWN TO MY TOP 3. Kiyo is what would seem to be cold and indifferent. He would also be considered as strict and is like a robot who constantly works and doesn’t feel or show feelings at all. That’s what I thought at first too but his harsh words are actually very sweet in his own ways because he believes in you. He doesn’t want you to be sad and wants you to regain the confidence you lost. His story has inspired me to overcome my anxiety and do my best in the things I thought I couldn’t do. He would tell MC to decide on her own and he would grade her as well as to go beyond because she can. The story doesn’t just revolve around sweet stuffs tbh it also includes growth in both Kiyo and MC and it’s one of the best y’know. Kiyo also loves it when MC is being honest with him and is greedy with him as well. His ways have truly changed MC and you guys his story is really meaningful. And bro age doesn’t really matter here. I even forgot that Kiyo is younger than MC. hihi.

2nd: My Precious Hot Ninja, Saizo Kirigakure ♥ [Samurai Love Ballad Party]

OKAY LAST TWO WOHOO HERE COMES MY BABE SAIZO!!!!! Okay so this guy is one of the best. He freaking write smuts HAHAHAHAHAHA kidding aside you guys saizo would seem like a cold, heartless killing machine but that’s because he was trained to be like that. He was trained in Iga to be a fearless killing machine that would carry out missions without feeling anything. But HAVE YOU GUYS EVER READ HIS POVS?!?!?!?! BRO THAT IS NOT HOW AN EMOTIONLESS KILLING MACHINE IS BRO HE’S SO SWEET AND PRECIOUS AND WOULD GIVE AWAY HIS LIFE FOR MC EVEN IF OFC WE DON’T WANT THAT! I WOULD NEVER WANT TO SEE MY BABY DIE LIKE I WOULD CRY AND MY WORLD WOULD STOP SPINNING AGAIN @voltageparty pls don’t do anything stupid. And so Saizo loves his little lady so much even if he doesn’t say it often but he would let you feel it. Your smile would brighten up his day and maybe even his life. You’re the only reason he wants to live because he wants to go home to you. He always wants you to be safe and happy. Baby ninja, always remember that the moon is beautiful. ❤

1st and would probably be always my first, the King, Eisuke Ichinomiya ♥ [Kissed by The Baddest Bidder]

AND HERE WE ARE TO MY FOREVER BABE EVER SINCE IT WAS RELEASED. Yes you read it right, I just fell in love with him before the game was released because at that time I thought that game was too mature for my age when I based it off their trailer. But I still tried it hehe Eisuke is known as the “King”. He owns the Tres Spades Hotel and the head of the Ichinomiya Group. He’s aloof, bossy and isn’t the type to be full on honest but he has a kind heart. He’s DEFINITELY HANDSOME and is a great leader and businessman. Despite his heartless facade, women would always surround him and beg for his attention even if he wouldn’t pay attention to them. He’s easy to misunderstand for being cruel and ruthless, but don’t be fooled, he’s doing things for a good reason.During his first season tho, he thought of you as a pawn, just something that he owns to be used, but the character development after passing through that phase was definitely tear-jerking and heart melting, all in a good way of course. Another thing that I love about Eisuke is how his stories understands and helps solving one of the social problems in the world, shaming people, both physically, emotionally and also mentally. It has helped not only me, but many other people out there to love and accept who they are and that they don’t need to change and just be themselves. I’m really glad that I got to meet and fall in love with Eisuke for this long. He has and will always have a special place in my heart. The moon is beautiful, Eisuke and it will always be. ❤

I'm still wondering why people hate Eisuke like why

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luciisthebest · 8 years ago

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I'm Drawn to You

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: The reader has a special ability that she keeps hidden… That is until the Winchesters come along.

Warnings: Language, a little angst, blood, violence.

Word Count: 1,380

A/N: I had a lot fun writing one, I’m super excited about this series. Please enjoy and feel free to leave feedback.

Today was such a beautiful day. The sky was clear and blue and there was a gentle breeze. Spring was finally here and you couldn’t be any happier. Spring was your favorite season, it always made you feel so alive. As you walked down the path you breathed in the flower scented air. Birds flitted from branches all around you. The forest around you was bursting with life. This was where you truly felt at home. You had always felt so displaced. You had grown up in the foster care system, bouncing from home to home. It had been a hard life.

Shaking our head, you cleared your head of the past. You had made a promise to yourself that you would always live in present. Continuing down the path you looked at your surroundings. You were in a small clearing, sunlight was streaming through the treetops. Squirrels chased each other through branches. Smiling you continued on. As you wandered into the forest you heard a disturbance. It sounded like something was thrashing around. Turning, you headed towards the sound. You cautiously approached the area, when you got closer you realized it was a deer. It appeared to be injured, possibly with a broken leg. Kneeling down you gently placed your hand on the side of the deer. You had a secret, a secret that you closely guarded. The moment your hand touched the deer its leg healed and it stood back up. Its intelligent eyes looked at you before it wandered off. For as long as you could remember you could heal with just a touch. You had learned at a very young age to gaurd that secret. Standing up you swayed. As of recently every time you healed, you became exhausted. As quickly as you could you stumbled out of the forest and headed back to your home. When you got there you walked to your room and collapsed onto your bed, falling asleep almost instantly.

Your eyes slowly opened. Why was someone banging on your door at this time of day? Then you looked at the clock and started laughing. It was three in the afternoon, oops. Getting up you continued to ignore the knocks, they’d go away eventually. You quickly changed your clothes and headed to the kitchen. There was still knocking on your door and it was becoming more insistent. Then a voice came through your door, “Ms. (y/l/n) this is FBI we need you to open the door.”

Fear filled you. What if they knew about your secret? What if they were here to take you away? Quickly you walked over to the door and opened it. Two men were standing on the other side. They were both absolutely gorgeous. You couldn’t help yourself, but your eye was drawn to the taller one, he had beautiful hazel eyes and hair could make any girl jealous.

“How can I help you?” You asked politely.

The shorter of two flashed his badge and said “I’m Agent Bonham and this is Agent Jones. We have a few questions for you.”

You tilted your head at them. They were lying, something about them was off. Something else that came with your healing powers was the ability to sense when somebody was lying. You pasted a smile on your face and said, “I’d be happy to answer any questions, I have some food on the stove. Do you mind if I go pull it off?”

The taller one claiming to be Agent Jones spoke up, “of course.”

You let them in and showed them to your living room. Quickly slipping out you headed for your backdoor. Quietly stepping out you took off running. Whoever those men were they were bad news and you had to get away. You ran into the forest, this was a place you could hide in for several days. Hopefully by then they would be gone. Continuing to run, you went deeper into the forest. You finally had to stop to catch your breath. Leaning against a tree you panted trying to catch your breath. As you stood there you thought you heard a branch break, but you passed it off as an animal walking. Having finally caught you breath, you took off running again. You only made it a few feet before you were tackled from the side. Tumbling to the ground you landed on top of a very hard chest. Looking down your eyes meet bright hazel ones. You gasped in surprise, he was even more stunning up close. You felt drawn to him and it was really throwing you off. “You should at least tell a woman your real name before chasing her down and tackling her.” You teased as you rolled off his chest.

Surprise filled his eyes. “How did you know that we weren’t who we said we were? And the name’s Sam, Sam Winchester.”

You gave him a small smile. “Its a special skill of mine. So why were you and that other man chasing me?” You stood up and brushed the leaves off your pants.

“Dean and I are investigating several deaths around town. We’re trying to find who killed them.” He was still hiding something.

“You mean what killed them not who.” You corrected him.

Sam gawked at you. “Wh-what do you mean?”

“Oh please. I already know what did it. If you really must know its a skinwalker. You’ll find it located in the Hamilton’s home.” Laughing at the look of astonishment on his face, you turned on your heel and began walking back towards your house. Sam quickly followed you and walked with you as you went home. You saw him watching you out of the corner of your eye. He looked befuddled by you. You couldn’t help but smile. Getting back to your house, Sam walked over to Dean and relayed all the information that you had given him. Dean looked at you in surprise as he listened to Sam. You gave him a little wave, then walked back into your house. Footsteps soon sounded on your porch and Sam walked into your home. Standing in front of you, his eyes bore into yours. “(Y/n) I don’t know who you are but you obviously know things. I know you’re not a hunter and yet you had already solved the case within a few days of the attacks. Dean and I would like you to shows us where this skinwalker is.”

You gave him a small nod. Of course you’d help him. "Let me grab my coat and I’ll show you.“ Quickly standing up you ran to your room and grabbed your coat. Walking outside Sam escorted you over to a gorgeous classic car. Sitting in the seat, you gently ran your hand over the seat, it was in beautiful condition. You quietly gave directions to Dean and ten minutes later you arrived at the Hamilton’s. Things quickly went down hill from there. The skinwalker had somehow known you were coming, and was prepared. He had changed from his canine appearance to a man. The moment the three of you stepped out of the car he started shooting at you. Sam was hit in the shoulder and he quickly went down. Dean tried to scramble over to help but you yelled "don’t worry about him I got it. Go take out the skinwalker!” Dean gave you a nod and headed off to take out the skinwalker.

Looking down, you could see Sam was losing a lot of blood. His face was drawn with pain and was beginning to lose its color. “Come on Sam, hold on. Look at me, you gotta hold on.” He looked up into your eyes and gave you a soft smile. Blood was still pouring out of his wound. “Shit, Sam I’m going to do something and please try not to freak out when I do it.” Reaching your hand out you could feel the power just waiting to be taped into. You gently placed it on his shoulder and he instantly healed.

Sam looked at you in surprise. Sitting up he quickly scrambled away from you. His back against the car he looked at you with a mixture of anger and fear in his eyes. “What are you?” He whispered.

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Gateway Drug | Part Forty

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By January the band was gearing up for Europe, Tommy and Heather Locklear were working out a schedule their wedding planned for May, and everything else was...well...

The Cathouse is lively as always, Duff and Slash only adding to it's noise and liveliness as they throw back shot after shot.

"So," Slash starts to me, brushing his curly hair out of his face just enough to see me. "I've been thinking about Tans and Axl, right?"

"Okay." I nod, raising my brows a little.

"If they were to get together, not that it's gonna happen because he's a fuckin' pussy but if it does happen I have the perfect name for them." He tells me. "Xanax."

Duff and I furrow our brows a little and exchange looks.

"'An' as in Tansy, 'Ax' for Axl." He explains.

"What about the first 'X' at the beginning?" Duff asks, chuckling a little.

It's as if Duff has pissed all over Slash's dream.

"Oh, damnit." Slash realizes the blonde has a point. "Nevermind."

I give him a reassuring pat on the shoulder and Duff laughs.

"Speaking of Tansy, you guys wouldn't happen to know where she's been the past week, would you?" I ask them and they look at each other.

"She's been hanging around Stevie and Izzy a lot, lately." Duff tells me. "Because Steven has weed and Izzy has junk."

"Izzy's been hanging out at my house with Nikki, lately." I tell him.

"We know, he said he saw you naked." Slash blurts and Duff lightly hits his shoulder.

"Well, he's like a ninja. I didn't know he was in the livingroom, Nikki didn't mention we had company over, I got out the shower and had to get my laundry out of the basket I left by the couch and there's Izzy. Just chilling there." I explain. "And I panicked a little and hit the freaking ground like I was being shot at and hid behind the couch until he agreed not to look so I could get my clothes basket."

I swear, getting to see me naked was like an unspoken right of passage. If you hung around Mötley Crüe, you were bound to see me naked at least once.

In Mobile, Alabama, after eating special brownies that—I had no idea were special until Steven spoke the words, "she ate like five of them, we're so fucked, Nikki's going to kill us" to Duff—I over did it apparently and couldn't get my legs to stop shaking so decided I would frolic around the hotel to get the jitters out...naked...with GN'R following after me like an episode of Scoobie-Doo.

They saw every bit of me that day. But I've always thought it made us closer.

"Hey!" The sound of a drunk guy slurring my way interrupts our conversation and I raise my brows.

"Yes?" I reply.

"You up for some fun tonight?!" He asks.

"No, thanks, I'm married." I politely respond, motioning to my ring.

"I didn't ask if you were fucking married. I asked if you wanna have some fun tonight." He argues.

"Look, man, she said she's married." Slash repeats what I said.

"If I wanted the opinion of a ape I would've asked!" He barks at him.

It takes me a moment to register what he meant by it, then it hits me.

Apparently it hits Duff at the same time, because he's lunging at the guy.

The stranger doesn't have time to react before Duff's punching him in the face so hard he falls down, but that isn't the last of it.

He grabs him by his collar, a completely different persona taking over him as he keeps his knuckles in a ball and gives blow after blow to the bastard until I intervene by the fifth hit.

"Duff!" I exclaim, grabbing his arm that's rearing his hand into the air, after trying to get his attention for the past ten seconds.

He takes heavy breaths, his victim's face busted and bleeding, before stumbling back, dropping the guy.

I feel like the entire club's eyes are on us.

Duff and Slash feel it, too, and Duff's grabbing at my hand as the three of us quickly make our way to the nearest exit.

Duff is one of the most level headed people I've ever met. It takes a lot to set him off, but when he is set off, it takes a while to get him calmed back down.

"Motherfucker!" Duff shouts, slamming the door of their apartment after he and I step inside.

Slash went to meet up with Steven and Tansy, leaving Duff and I alone...which is kind of the last thing I want at the moment.

"Who the fuck does that prick think he is?!" He snaps, slamming his keys on the counter.

"Duff." I say calmly as he rubs his face, trying to get control of himself. "Hey." My hand gently grasps at the hand that isn't bruising, and he let's out a deep breath. "It's just stupid bull shit, alright? People like that aren't worth losing yourself over. They'll get what's coming to them, okay?" I remind him and he sighs, his thumb beginning to rub at my hand, causing me to think about the thing that has yet to be addressed.

I find myself pulling away after the shock wears out, jolting back as if to avoid electrocution, looking at Duff with wide eyes.

"I--why did you do that?" I ask him, slightly panicked as if Nikki knows already.

He doesn't reply, just as startled by his actions as I am.

I don't give him time to reply.

"Goodnight, Duff." I say calmly, getting out of there as fast as I can.

I dart to my room and lock the door behind me, my mind and heart racing one thousand miles per hour.

Did he kiss me because I was the only girl there with him? Or because he's drunk and isn't thinking? Has he been wanting to kiss me but didn't want to disrespect me or Nikki by actually trying to do it?

Ding ding ding, we had a winner.

I let out a breath and rub my forehead, trying to get it out of my head.

He tastes like cigarettes and vodka which is a disgusting mixture but it's so Duff. It's a comforting taste.

It was a comforting kiss that, despite being so sudden and surprising, gave me a subconcious sense of peace and comfort, because it came from someone that had only ever given me peace and comfort.

A noise sounds from the closet, interrupting my thoughts, and I open the door and see Nikki slumped over, syringes, smack, and coke residue scattered about.

I clear a path through the drugs and discarded clothes, grabbing at his ankles and pulling him with all my might, out of the closet to attempt to get him to the bed.

When I get to the realization that I can't, I give up, grab a blanket from the bed and curl up next to him.

My hand carefully squeezes at his for a second before I pull it away.

I'm not even sure he remembers kissing me, he hasn't acted like it.

"Didn't you have plans with Nikki tonight?" He asks and I snap out of my thoughts, glancing at the clock to see it's 11:00pm.

"Are you good now?"

"Yeah." He replies. "I'm about to go find Steven and Slash."

"I'm gonna head home, then." I tell him, grabbing my car keys from the couch. "I'll see you later." I assure him. "Stay out of trouble." I add, stepping to the door, skipping on the hug I usually give him before we say "bye."

"No promises." He scoffs and I roll my eyes sarcastically.

"Love you." I say, opening the door.

"Love you, too." He calls back.

Alcohol changes how you go about things, it doesn't plant new intentions. And the way he kissed me let me know he'd thought about doing it for a long time...but I never would've known that had he not done it.

I light the last candle, our house looking like the meeting area for a seance once I turn all the lights off.

A romantic seance.

Nikki's suppose to be home any moment now, if he sticks to his schedule he's had the past couple weeks: wake up at 4:00pm, snort some blow to get his mind going, shower, get ready, leave for the night, get back in around 3:00am mumbling incoherently, babbling nonsense from having so much shit in his system, then pass out. And repeat.

But tonight is different, because he's been cutting back on heroin the past few days.

He hasn't told me he's cut back, but I can tell he has. He's probably preparing to kick it completely for Europe...I just hope he can stick to it.

Not that me waiting to give him a blowjob and have my back broken at three in the morning is much motivation for him to completely quit his problem, but I'm hoping it's an encouraging pat on the back.

I slip my robe off when I hear his Harley pull in, rushing to comb my hair out with my fingers.

The keys are in the door in another moment, fumbling to unlock it.

My heart pounds as my nerves tense up when he comes in, stumbling slightly, slamming the door behind him.

"H-Hey, babe." I say cautiously, testing the water of his mood.

"The fuck is that smell?" He asks me, tossing his keys on to the counter, causing me to jump slightly from the loud noise it makes.

"Uhh, th-the candles." I tell him.

"I can't fucking see." He complains harshly, taking his jacket off, kicking my heels out of his way on the way to our room.

I pull my robe back on, accepting that I showered and shaved earlier for nothing, before turning the lights on and blowing out every scented candle I lit around the house.

Following Nikki to our room, he's digging around in his drawer, glancing at me when I come in.

"I was waiting for you to come home." I tell him, twiddling my fingers.

"Yeah, I saw." He replies, not even looking at me.

"Did you?" I ask, doubt laced in my tone. "Really?"

"Yep." He states, pulling two packed up syringes out, making me feel a little sick at the sight. "I'm about to head back out." He informs me.

"What? Baby, you just got home. I wanted to spend some time together." I try to tell him, walking right behind him as he steps to the door, grabbing his jacket and keys.

"Just fuck yourself, Viv. It's not my job to screw the life out of you anytime you fucking snap your fingers, alright?" He says before shutting the front door and I'm in shock from what he said.

I decide not to let him leave without getting an earful of it.

When I get outside, I'm stepping in front of Nikki's bike just before he starts to leave, and he groans out in frustration.

"I've been up since 8:00 in the morning, Nikki. I'm tired, too, you know? I don't necessarily feel like it either, but I shaved and showered and made myself look sexy and even burnt my nipple lighting all those freaking candles so I could surprise you and we could have a good time and what the hell do you do?! Come in with your pissy, asshole, unappreciative attitude. Do you know how many guys would kill to have their girlfriend or wife waiting naked for them when they get home, ready to do whatever the hell they want?" It's obvious my scolding has him feeling guilty, but he doesn't say a word. "But I guess that's not a big deal to you because you're use to naked girls throwing themselves at you all the time so..." I scoff out, shaking my head a little, keeping myself from crying. "I'll see you when you get back." I give up, waving my hand.

"It's one night, Viv. I don't know why you are so bent outta shape over it." He comments and I turn back around, glaring at him.

"It's not just one night. It's been two years of trying to do nice things for you and you can't even appreciate it because you're so taken over by the need to find your next fix as soon as you can." I explain to him.

"Like I don't do nice things for you?!" He gets defensive, getting off his bike, walking to me. "This fucking house you love so much?! That fucking car you drive?!"

"I never said you don't do nice things for me, I just--"

"What about the fucking ring on your finger?! You know how many girls would love to be married to Nikki Sixx and have the expensive house and luxury car?!"

I roll my jaw, raising a brow.

"I didn't ask for the fucking car, I didn't ask for the fucking house and I sure as hell never asked to be married to you!" I throw my ring somewhere in the driveway, storming back into the house to pack my shit up with him trailing behind me.

I start snatching my clothes out of the closet and onto the bed as he just stares at me.

"The fuck are you doing, Vivian?!" He barks.

"Leaving. You can get one of those other girls that would love to be married to Nikki Sixx--or at least think they fucking do--and they can have the expensive house and the luxury car." I snap, opening my top drawer, getting the clothes out of there, too.

He's suddenly grabbing my clothes and throwing them in the floor in an attempt to stop me, but it just pisses me off even more.

"Get the fuck out!" I demand, shaking, tears toppling over my lashes, my finger pointing at the door.

"No!" He argues. "You're not going anywhere and neither am I until you quit pitching your fucking fit!"

"God, I can't even leave without you ruining it, Nikki, you ruin every thing!" I scream out in aggravation.

"Then why the fuck are you still with me?!" He shouts back, coming closer to me. "If I'm so fucking bad then why the fuck aren't you gone?!"

"Because I love you" is what I want to say, and I can tell he wants me to say it, too.

But I don't.

"Because I don't have anywhere else to go and I don't have any money!" I lie to hurt him, and I can tell it makes a impact.

He looks like he could cry right now...but he gains what's left of his composure, reaching into his back pocket to pull out a wad of cash, throwing it across the room angrily, causing the bills to fly in different directions.

"Fetch." He orders, motioning to the money he threw, and I blackout for a few seconds, coming to after shooting pain rocks up my knuckles, my hand, and my arm, causing me to cry out.

Nikki's got blood coming from his nose, his eyes squeezing close, I'm assuming it's because he's trying to talk himself out of beating the shit out of me.

I broke my hand, and his nose.

Nikki and I sit in silence as Doc yells at us, pacing back and forth in our living room.

"You're grown adults, acting like fucking toddlers! When the hell is this gonna stop, huh?!" He throws his hands up, motioning to us.

"She fucking punched me!" Nikki outbursts, wincing as he holds his nose with an ice pack.

"Because you told me to 'fetch' like some cheap hooker!"

"I threw 4k at you, Vivian! I don't know if you can count but four-thousand dollars isn't fucking cheap!" He shouts at me.

"Neither were all those fucking candles I lit!"

"Alright, hey! Hey!" Doc claps loudly, screaming over us to break up our argument.

We both shut up, scowling straight ahead, refusing to admit either of us is wrong.

"I-I am at a loss at this point, guys." Doc goes on, sitting on the coffee table in front of us. "You're kids. You've been together five years. You're kids." He states lightly, raising his brows. "And you're fighting like you've been married for forty years and just want out. And I hate to say that because I know neither of you want out but you just don't know how to talk to each other when you get angry." He points out. "Nikki, you don't know how the fuck to treat her when you're on junk. Plain and simple. If you're on junk, you're a fucking asshole, especially to Vivian. I'm not saying get help, but you might wanna learn how to balance being fucked up but being respectful especially since you don't have a problem, right?" Doc sarcastically adds. "And, Vivian. Your first response to shit that rubs you the wrong way, is to just start swinging at people and blow things out of proportion and that's not right, either." He gets at me next, and my anger is immediately replaced with guilt. "I mean, look at each other." He tells us and we glance at each other, looking defeated by Doc's good points. "If the cops could see how you two treat each other sometimes, you'd both have cases of spousal abuse." He rubs his forehead. "Press is gonna talk, fans are gonna talk, we'll say it was a bike accident, you two ran into a fucking bush or something and that'll be that. But you two need some fucking help or something because I'm not going to Europe with you two acting like this, got it?"

"Yeah." I agree.

"Nikki?" Doc asks, looking at him pointedly.

"Got it." Nikki replies quietly.

"I mean I want you two to act like you did when you first got together because when I met you guys, you couldn't get enough of each other. Now she's having to babysit your sorry ass most of the time, and you're beating him like an ugly stepchild." Doc tells us.

We don't say a word.

"Now, let's get to the hospital so his nose doesn't heal like the fucking ugly duckling and your fingers don't look like busted carrots. His face is a quarter of our revenue, and your fingers need to be pretty so they can showcase that nice ring that needs to be sitting back on your finger as soon as possible."

Yes. Because God forbid Vivian and Nikki, or Tommy and Heather, or Vince and Sharise, or whoever the fuck, have an obviously imperfect marriage to the outside world.

Smile, pretend you're on your honeymoon and can't get enough of each other, and whatever you do: keep the wedding rings on.

Even at the times when you want to throw it in with the towel.

Don't fuck up an already fucked up thing because that's not what we do.

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