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[xenasaur]

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[usedtobecooler]

been in a writing slump for the last lil bit, i currently have seven (yes, SEVEN) almost completed WIPs in my google docs, all varying characters and scenarios, a few that are requests and others that aren't. i'm gonna pop little descriptions and excerpts from each WIP below, if you guys want to please reply and cast your vote for which one you wanna see first i'll finish the one with the most votes and post it on friday! <3

untitled - kurt kunkle x fem!reader

decription: there basically isn't one, kurt is readers spree driver and she wants to fuck him real bad lmao

“W-want you, Kurt,” You stutter, unable to hold back your tears when he tugs your hair harder. The song changes, though your ears hardly register it. From this angle you can see the streetlights out the windows, painfully aware now of how open and public this is, how if the cops came you’d both be fucked. It doesn’t help how much you’re enjoying this.

Kurt groans when you finally give him what he wants, the reply he needed, all the anger on his face changing to bliss, “Tell my fans how good my cock is,” He’s smirking at you, grinning wider when your eyes pop open in realization. You tilt your head further back, finally aware that he’s been filming this on Live the entire time, just muting the noise of his notifications so you knew no better.

me, myself and why - modern day!eddie munson x fem!reader

description: eddie and reader are in a situationship that continues on no matter how much reader claims to want out. based on me, myself and why by alana springsteen.

You sit up in the bed that you’d wound up in at least three times a week for the last four months, and you curse yourself for being so stupid. You try not to let the pain overtake your features, try not to let him see that it’s bothering you — the rejection, and how your ‘relationship’ will be over just like that, because you were stupid with your own emotions.

“I don’t know what I was thinking,” You stutter, leaning over to the side to retrieve your clothes, a quiet little chuckle escaping your lips, and you know you look crazy, all wide eyed and trying to hold back the tears that are threatening to escape, “I probably wasn’t thinking at all, post orgasm haze and whatever.”

but i do - steve harrington x plus size fem!reader

description: our fave lil steve takes an interest in a plus size girl who's typically confident, though her confidence falters when they finally have sex.

So, when he approached you and asked you out, you really had to stop yourself from laughing directly in his face. Had he really gone through every single conventionally attractive woman in Hawkins? This had to have been some kind of joke. You knew his type — tiny, petite, usually brunette but nowadays he didn’t seem picky about hair colour. You were the furthest thing from what he went for.

You weren’t ugly, and you didn’t see yourself as ugly, either. But, you carried weight in your hips, your belly, your arms, your thighs. To most, that would make you ugly by default. You were told so, too, by a lot of people. Years of relentless nasty remarks had you struggling to come to terms with your body, but once adulthood took over you found yourself caring less and less, in turn surrounding yourself with people who loved you for you.

untitled - steddie x fem!reader

description: reader and eddie are fwb's, steve has a crush on reader. cue car shenanigans.

“Don’t turn around, but—“ You don’t even get the sentence out before Eddie’s whipping his head around like an idiot, facing exactly where Steve is standing, frozen like a deer caught in the headlights, a dark flush spreading on his cheeks before he’s turning away. He couldn’t have disappeared through the door to the break room any faster if he’d tried.

“What the hell was that, Munson? I fucking said not to turn around,” You hiss through gritted teeth, leaning forward to smack Eddie’s bare arm with your sundae spoon. Eddie feigns a little hurt noise in the back of his throat, rubbing at the red patch of skin where you’d spanked him with the silverware.

untitled - eddie x fem!reader x oc fem!character

description: an established lesbian couple live in the trailer next to eddie's. they catch him watching them, and decide to play into his fantasies.

Eddie Munson is a lot of things, but he’s not a creep. Or, at least, that’s what he tells himself as he fists tightly at his cock with his ringed fingers, mouth hung open in a silent moan as he watches you throw your head back, back arching deliciously and giving him a perfect view of your pouty lips, the curve of your tits, the hand wound tightly in Michelle’s permed hair.

He’d watched the whole scene unfold as Michelle backed you up against the sink with a hand wrapped around the back of your neck, tapping your thigh to signal you to jump up onto the counter. Her head disappeared under your short skirt not long after, and the moans followed quickly.

untitled - steddie x fem!reader

description: bootriding and blowjobs. that's it. that's the fic.

“If you’re so desperate to get off, get on the floor and do it your fucking self,” Eddie snips, shoving you off of his lap until you’re dropping to the floor on your knees in shock. This seems to rouse Steve out of his own little bubble, and he looks down at you with large, bloodshot eyes. From this angle, you know your tits are spilling out from the neck of your little tank top, in Steve’s eyeline for him to gawk at — he takes the bait, eyeing up the supple flesh, shuffling in his seat uncomfortably.

“Go on then,” Eddie’s voice is dark, a tone he only ever uses when he’s annoyed at you — it’s pathetic how your pussy quivers when his words ring through your ears, because you’re in for it, he’s not going to make this easy on you, “Show Steve what a little slut you are.”

untitled - steddie x fem!reader

description: established couple eddie and reader decide they want to have fun with their new neighbour, older!steve.

“It’s okay, Steve — can I call you Steve?” Eddie asks, this shit eating grin on his face as he perches on his knees behind you, and Steve nods in return, “She’s just eager, she wants to please you. I’ll help guide her, from the straining in your pants I’d say she’s gonna need it.”

Steve whimpers, eyes going wide as they fly to watch you moving your fingers deftly to pop the button on his jeans. Eddie’s hands roam up your shirt, groping at the soft pudge of your belly, making you shiver - his own erection is as clear as day, as it digs into the small of your back.

[come-on-shitty-boys]

//just one bite. sakusa kiyoomi//

Warnings: Blood/Mild Gore.  Some swearing

Word Count: 2.2K

Notes: My google search history is W I L D after this, but @nekxrizawa needed some Vamp!Sakusa, so here you go, bby ;-;

(Vampire!Sakusa x Human!Reader)

“I’ll only be gone an hour.  Go on to sleep, love,” he had whispered, tucking a loose strand of hair from your face.  It was late, the only light coming from the soft flickering of the candles and the rays of the moon illuminating his face.  The soft gleam of white fangs as lips were eased up into a small smile.  You were only left to watch as his coat was pulled on and a long scarf was wrapped around his neck to help disguise him from the townsfolk.  A quiet thud of a door closing is the only indication that he had wandered out into the night, a small “please be careful” escaping behind him.

Glass shattering in the main room of your small home yanks you from sleep's embrace.  There are soft grunts as a chair is scraped across the floor.  You gently move the blankets off your body and tiptoe towards the bedroom door.  Your fingers tighten around the nearest blunt object: an unlit candlestick.  Excellent weapon choice, Y/N. 

The door is eased open just enough to get a good view of the cause of the ruckus.  The candle is dropped and you throw the door open.  Socked feet drumming against the floor with each hurried step towards the man at the table.  “Sakusa, what happened?” You fret, crouching down to be eye level with your husband.

He gives you a tired smile, fangs shrinking to blend back in with his human teeth. “I told you I’d be back in an hour.”  Small trickles of the sticky red substance ran down the side of his face, dripping onto the shoulder of his now torn coat.  Sakusa winces a little as you move your hand up to move his hair away from his eye, fingertips brushing accidentally over a heavy bruise on his cheek.  “I guess I need to find new hunting grounds,” he mutters, leaning back to the best of his ability in his worsened state.

“Again?  You just found this one last month.”

“Clans already took it over,” he grunts, pushing his hand against his abdomen.  It was dangerous to not have a clan to call your own, Sakusa was the perfect example.  Constantly having to find new places far enough from the prying eyes of the townsfolk just to get your next meal, moving silently as to not alert your prey or the other vampires undoubtedly in the area.  Good grounds were precious and unclaimed ones that weren’t an immediate death sentence were hard to come by nowadays.  It seemed like every inch of forest around the town was taken by one of the few neighboring clans, but when you’re just alone?  It’s damn near impossible to eat when you need to.

“Come on.  You need to lay down and rest.” You reach out your arms to offer him an extra support system, willingly accepted by the injured man.  He lets your arm slide around his waist as he attempts the slow hobble towards the bedroom, desperate to sleep this night away.

But, he couldn’t ignore it.  The pangs of hunger that came and went.  The smell of blood, even if it was his own, making his mouth water, his head spin at the delectable scent.  It took everything in him not to raise his hand to his lips and lap the blood from his cut knuckles.  It’d been days since his last proper meal and a small rabbit never lasted him long.  What he would do for a small snack, anything to soothe him.

You laid him gently on the bed, leaving only briefly to get a wet rag.  Sakusa’s fingers dug into the sheets as you used the towel to wipe away the blood from his face.  His beautiful features contorted into a grimace of pain at the feeling of you attempting to gently scrub him clean.  He didn’t even have to see himself to know that your increase in pressure meant that it had stained his cheeks.  There’s a weak grab for your-

Wrist. The blue vein running up your arm, waving in front of his face. Teasing him. Testing his will.  The all too familiar feeling of his fangs poking the inside of his lips returned, a small quiver in the corner of his mouth becoming evident.  Just one bite.  That’s all it would take.  One little taste and then he’d be fine.  He’d have enough energy to last him until the morning and then he might be able to see his friend at the butcher shop, see if they had anything fresh in, see if there was any blood.  It wouldn’t even hurt.  It’d feel like a bee sting.  Hell, maybe if he waited until you had gone to sleep, you wouldn’t even notice.  Your flesh just looked so soft in the low midnight light.  He had always wondered, from his very first meeting with you, how good it would feel for his fangs to pierce that beautiful skin.  How your blood would look staining his fangs, the crisp metallic taste still on his lips hours after.  He finds himself leaning towards you, eyes trained on the vivid vain that contrasted so teasingly against your skin.  Just one bite-

What am I doing? He shakes his head free of those thoughts.  He promised you that he would stop drinking from humans and you were not about to be his first taste of human blood after years of upholding that deal.  He pulled himself away from you quickly, the sudden pain in his side eliciting a gasp from him.  

“What?  What’s wrong?” You worry, eyes staring into his.  

Sakusa just hums, waving off your concern.  “Moved too fast.”  His voice is barely above a whisper, rasping with every word. His head had begun to feel woozy.  Between the fight in the forest and his slow, painful trek home, he had lost a lot of blood.  Even just from moving from the main room to the bedroom, he had left a small smattering of blood droplets all over the floor.  That was going to be a pain in the ass to scrub up tomorrow.

You continue dabbing at the cuts on his face.  Every few moments, his breath catches in his throat, eyes shut tight to distract himself from the small sting.  Your hand goes down to rest next to him on the bed in an attempt to better support yourself.  The sheets are warm, Sakusa’s radiating body heat-  You stop. Body heat?

Eyes scan down to your hand and the slowly growing stain of red blood on the white bedsheet.  You can feel your heart beginning to thump thump thump rapidly in your chest, head clouding at the sight.  Bringing your hand up to examine the bright color, fingers quivering.  “Sa- Sakusa?”  Your voice shakes just as much as the rest of your body.  Your husband’s head is lolled weakly to the side, eyes glazed as the life is slowly drained from them.  His chest rises with short little stutters as his breathing grows ragged.  Yet, despite everything, there’s a sleepy smile on his lips. 

“Sakusa! Come on, don’t do this.  Stay with me, my love,” you whisper, carefully moving layers of clothing to reveal the deep gash on his side.  “I need to go find the bandages.  Do not go to sleep, do you understand?”  You’re on your feet in a flurry, running to the kitchen, careful to avoid the blood trail.  Rummaging through every cabinet to find the cloth bandages and a bottle of alcohol, anything to disinfect the wound.  You were finally able to get a good look at the scene around you.  Your brain had been fogged with worry, all focus on Sakusa and his health and you had failed to notice the sheer disastrous state that the house had been left in.  Mugs that had been left on the table from your evening tea had been smashed to the floor upon your husband’s rough entrance.  Bloody hand prints seemed to be plastered on every single surface.  It looks like a crime scene in here.

Sitting back down next to Sakusa, you place your cloth, wet with alcohol, against his wound.  The sting brings a low groan from him, body tensing at this new pain.  “Please-” He whispers, weakly trying to move away so you’ll just stop.  “I can’t-” Sakusa gasps as you place the rag back on his side.  His mind, so taken over by the burning of the disinfectant doing its job, couldn’t even register the hot tears flowing over his cheeks.  “Stop, please,” he begs, his voice barely audible.

“I know it hurts, sweetie, but, I promise, I’m only doing this to help you, okay?  You’ll get better faster if you just keep pushing through this.”  You lean over him, peppering his face with soft kisses.  “You’re doing incredible.  Just keep your eyes open, Sakusa.”  

There’s more groans and hot tears of pain.  More whimpers and desperate pleas.   “No more-” “Please, I can’t-” “My love, st-”  You had to stop.  It hurt too much to see him in such a state: weak, broken, a sobbing, bleeding shell of the man you loved so much.  

“I’m going to sit you up so I can bandage you up, okay?”

He nods weakly, letting you pull him into your arms.  Sakusa’s head buried itself into the crook of your neck, letting you feel his soft shallow pants against your skin.  So . . . hungry.  He was so close to all the blood he needed.  He could just sink his teeth in so easily. He could eat.  Regain strength.  He’d be able to heal his wounds if only he had just a little energy.  One little taste wouldn’t hurt anything, right?  You would understand, right?

You could feel his mouth open against your skin, smiling a little as you anticipated him to place short kisses over your shoulder while you worked.  Involuntarily, you tilt your head to the side, giving him more space.  The soft graze of teeth against your skin is almost sinful in this situation.  “Sakusa, you’re making it hard to focus.”

He says nothing, teasing the point of his fangs more harshly on the spot he had chosen, the scent of your blood coursing through your veins most prominent here.  He paused, waiting for you to push his head away, ask him what the hell he thought he was doing.  But, you never did.  You just continued wrapping bandages securely around him. 

It was a blissful moment, really, when he finally broke through.  His first taste of human blood in nearly five years.  He forgot just how good humans tasted compared to animals.  The sharp metallic carried an extra sensation.  He was never able to describe it to you.  He had never had anything human that even compared to the taste, but if only you knew just how delicious you tasted.  Sakusa pulled his fangs out, eyeing the blood seeping from the two little marks.  His tongue darts out before he can stop himself, licking up the stream that had started to creep down your neck.  His mouth attaches over the wound, long, hungry drinks running down his throat.  

You had long since stopped wrapping his wound.  The sudden pinch on your neck had made you yelp, but Sakusa didn’t notice, too lost in the ecstasy of finally being able to eat.  The blood that kept dripping down your neck was not lost to him, enjoying each and every single drop that was pushed up from the wound.  With each swallow, he could feel his strength returning to him, the wounds beginning to close as his supernatural healing was finally able to kick it’s ass into gear with the newfound energy.  His head had begun to clear, satisfaction coursing through him as his hunger passed.  Sakusa pulled his lips away from- 

His eyes shot open and you were convinced that he was going to fall off the bed at how fast he had scrambled away from you.  Embarrassed, he wiped the excess from his chin and stared at you like a deer caught in a pair of headlights.  What had he just done?  You were going to scream at him.  Tell him that he had mere minutes to get out of the house and away from you.  He was a monster.  He shouldn’t be anywhere near you.  

You can imagine his surprise when he sees you just smile a little.  “Did you get enough?” You ask, tilting your head just in case he found himself still hungry.

“I’m sorry.  I don’t know what I was doing!  I was just-  I was hungry and I- I’m so sorry.  I shouldn’t have done that!” He frets, trying to move away from you.  Even in the low light, you could see the red flare up on his cheeks.   Your hand reaches out to caress his face, feeling him try to hide his face in your grasp so you can’t see every ounce of embarrassment evident on his features.  

“It’s okay, my love.  One bite isn’t going to hurt me.  I’m just glad that you’re okay.”

[alonelytinywriter]

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Anonymous ~ do you write smut? because if you write smut you should write another villain!au w/ All Might x fem oc where he breaks into her house and fucks her in every hole available and doesn’t let her cum the whole time and cums in her so much her tummy expands and he fucks her right into her womb and it’s just lots of noncon and him making her do whatever he wants her to do. please don’t use my user name I don’t know how to make it not show it. Thxs you!!!!!

*Flames red, fans self, and cracks knuckles* You got it baby, and no problem, name removed! I hope you like it Darling. It’s my first real attempt at writing smut and hopefully it’s what you had in mind. You’re, uh, you are age appropriate for such requests, correct? *Harshly raises eyebrow in judgement* Also, I’m pretty sure that there’s an option around your username that asks if you want to be anonymous? I could be wrong? *Edit - So, it turns out that I didn’t have the Asks set up properly and you couldn’t ask anonymously, and I am so sorry!* 

Warnings: Mature 18+. Smut. Non-con. Shameless, indulgent, request inspired, filth. Real rapey folks. Anal play. Nipple play. Throat fuck. Vaginal Sex. Orgasm control/denial. Daddy kink (implications). Super unrealistic descriptions of how everything works out with the size difference. (Please never look at John. K. Peta in Google. Just. Just don’t.) A mess of curse words. Lots of cum/cum inflation. Cervix penetration. Kidnapping. Graphic descriptions of everything mentioned. It’s fuckin’ filthy y’all. Ye have been warned.

 Yandere! Villain! All Might / Original Female Character

Playlist - The HU (Mongolia) Radio ~ Pandora

Name: Kauri Zenigata ~ Birthday: July 7th ~ Age: 24 ~ Hair Color: Blonde ~ Eye Color: Blue ~ Gender: Female ~ Height: 5′1′’ ~ Quirk: Usagi ~ Occupation: Pole Dancer

Appearance: Kauri is a short girl of a relatively slender build compared to the other girls who work at the gentleman’s club, who has notably large rabbit-like feet as well as two large white ears on her head. Her appearance is rather rabbit-like in general: she has a very fluffy tail at the base of her spine, the tips of her fingers have soft pink pads rather than fingerprints, her eyes are large and coltish; she also demonstrates some rabbit-like mannerisms, like hopping instead of running in life or death situations and thumping her feet against the floor to alert others in her area to danger. Her hair is light blonde, and is very long, although the curls cause it to fall no further than her waist. ~ Most, if not all of Kauri’s clothes outside work come from the thrift markets around town, and she’s managed to collect a rather large closet filled with Mori Kai fashion - loosely fighting layers of garments such as floaty dresses and cardigans. Her clothes all come from natural fabrics and tend to be  hand-made or vintage accessories with nature themes.

Quirk: Usagi (Rabbit) ~ Kauri’s Quirk gives her both physical attributes and abilities of a rabbit. This gives her heightened leg strength, allowing her to jump and kick with extreme force. She also has excellent hearing thanks to her rabbit-like ears, and possess animal instincts that alert her to nearby danger.

Power - 4/5 ~ Speed - 5/6 (S) ~ Technique - 2/5 ~ Intelligence - 3/5 ~ Cooperativeness - 5/5

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~ Kauri Zenigata arrives home after working an exhausting night and barely manages to wipe away the heavy stage makeup from her face and change from the barely there underwear she wears for her work into a pair of plain black panties and a tank-top of the same color. The moment her head hits the pillows her body melts into the mattress and everything goes dark behind her eyelids. She doesn’t feel like she’s been asleep long at all when she feels a heavy weight holding her down and she wakes up to find a looming shadow above her, a single hand pressed into her wrists while a second stroked and touched her body. He’s already talking when she wakes and when she listens to the words her blood runs cold.

 ~ “ -little angel. So perfect. Such a dirty little slut. You like it, huh? Dressing like a slut and dancing in front of all those men? You’ve been asking for someone to fuck you for a long time. Gonna wreak that pretty little pussy of yours, baby girl.” Even if his voice hadn’t been instantly recognizable the piercing blue eyes cutting through the darkness certainly were, and Kauri’s situation came to her in a rush.

 ~ She was no longer wearing the clothes she had fallen asleep in, she realized, and there was something hard and stiff rubbing against her stomach; after a fleeting moment of confusion, Kauri realized that it was his dick rubbing against her pussy while the tip leaked pre-slick above her navel. Long and thick and so hard she could feel every vein as they passed over her freshly waxed slit, his shaft was nearly as large as her forearm. “No! No, no, no -” Kauri begins to scream, and she suddenly regrets living in such a remote part of town. It had seemed so nice, not having any neighbors for three blocks in any direction, but now, with Japan’s Number One Villain forcing her back into the mattress, pressing his obvious erection against her, it suddenly seemed as if she might as well be on Jupiter. “No!”

 ~ The laugh that leaves All Smite is booming. “Come now, darling. You work at a gentleman’s night club. You can’t tell me that you haven’t expected this - haven’t expected what would happen to you if anyone ever thought to follow you home.” All Smite begins to laugh again when Kauri starts to cry, huge tears pooling against her lashes before falling into her pale hair. Words of denial and refusal continued to fall from her lips, but they were incoherent between the hiccuping sobs that escaped with every breath, her body nearly vibrating as All Smite leaned forward so that his teeth could scrap across the sensitive skin on her neck and chest.

 ~ Kauri’s voice rose to a wailing cry when he pulled her to the edge of the bed and bent her at the waist so that her hips were pulled up into the air. His mouth latched onto the smooth lips of her pussy and sucked - hard. His teeth followed after and Kauri’s voice continued to rise and fall as All Smite abused the soft slit before him. Drawing back, All Smite felt the girls legs shaking where they rested against his shoulders, her back pressed against his chest, and he smiled wolfishly. With one hand, he held her in the air by a single ankle, and with the other he spread her swollen, bruised, beautiful pussy lips wide, her slit bare before him; a second later his lips and teeth latch onto her clit, making Kauri’s legs to go stiff and her entire being to go hot - hot - her hips began to thrust against his tongue, a wave a pleasure rising up in a white hot pulsating tide that was seconds away from washing over her -

 ~ And then All Smite removed his mouth, stopping all stimulation and the moan of frustration that leaves Kauri’s mouth is absolutely filthy as her pussy clenches around nothing in a dry imitation of an orgasm. “Oh, no, baby. Good girls don’t cum without their Daddy’s permission. You’re so small, you know. Like fucking with a little girl.” All Smite let Kauri fall limply onto the bed, her head hanging from the edge. His fingers slipped into her mouth and he forced them in and out after commanding her to suck. Kauri, who very much so wished she was brave enough to bite the villains fingers as a way to show him that he didn’t own her, began to openly weep as All Smite continued to speak. “Oh baby girl, so fucking small. Like a little doll. Gonna fuck you up and take you home so I can do it all over again. Gonna ruin that pretty little pussy of yours, and fuck this cute little mouth-pussy until your lips are swollen and you can’t breath without my dick in your throat.”

 ~ All Smite removed his fingers from her mouth, wet and glistening with her saliva, and found her nipples, pinching hard enough that Kauri’s mouth opened into an immediate yelp of pain. The sound was cut short, however, when All Smite pressed his hips forward, burying the head of his dick into her mouth. “If you bite me, I’ll break your neck, little girl.” And Kauri believed him. It didn’t matter how fast she knew she could be - how strong - All Smite could break her in a second if he wanted. But he hadn’t. Not yet, at the very least if you didn’t count the bruises Kauri could feel forming on her wrists and neck.

~ “Mmmphh!!” Kauri’s hands flew to All Smite’s thighs, pushing away, trying desperately to breath past All Smite’s length when it hit the back of her throat and then continued. Thrashing, Kauri’s hips rolled across the bed despite All Smite’s hands on her lower back, and he groaned, “Ahhh, c’mon, don’t struggle. That’s it. Swallow baby.” All Smite pulled back when only half his dick was buried in her throat, his glacier blue eyes flashing for a moment before he smiled, teeth wicked sharp in the darkness of the room, and then he thrust forward, encasing the length of his dick to the base. With Kauri’s nose buried against the fine golden hair just above the base of his cock, he began to snap his hips forward, while one hand slid to focus on her abused slit while the other pinched and pulled her puffy nipples. His words began to assault her ears as he continued to fuck her throat, muttering vile, degrading things when her pussy began to produce slick. He gathered the wetness and began to pool it upward, rubbing against the small star bud so close to the entrance of her pussy. For a moment - only a moment - All Smite pulled back, his dick resting along the side of her face, and she wondered why until All Smite slipped two thick fingers into her ass, slamming them to the last knuckle with no warming before scissoring them inside her, stretching her open. “Didn’t want you to bite my dick off when I did that.” All Smite muttered against her back as she shrieked, before nipping at her bottom with his teeth, causing her to convulse.

 ~ All Smite began to against her wet heat once again, even as he thrust his fingers into her again and again, ignoring her pleas to stop. The pleasure was back, spreading through her pussy and making her clit feel as if it were on fire, the throbbing unbearable as she felt the pleasure spike as All Smite rubbed at the swollen button of flesh. The fingers in her ass were pumping into her vigorously, making her backside burn like ice as the pain mixed with the pleasure from her clit. The mixture was overwhelming and she began to whine low in her throat. She was close - so close - almost - All Smites fingers found her clit again, pinching this time, causing Kauri’s faint moans to change to a hoarse scream as the pleasure turned to pain and the orgasm was forced away once again. All Smite wasted no time in pressing his dick back into her mouth, thrusting forward hard and fast all at once, the whole length of him in her throat before she can take a breath.

 ~ I . . . c - can’t . . . breathe . . . Kauri’s eyes rolled upwards, vision blurring into a wall of golden light. The throbbing in her clit was beginning to rise once again as All Smite rolled the bud between his fingertips. “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming, baby girl. That’s it!” All Smite’s roar drowned out the sound of Kauri’s feeble cry around his cock when he abandoned her clit just as she retched the edge of yet another ruined orgasm and instead threaded his fingers through her hair, forcing the whole of his penis into her mouth and throat as thick ropes of cum erupted into her esophagus. His fingers massaged her scalp and ears as his hips continued to give sudden, jerky thrusts, holding her down with his length still buried in her throat. Kauri could see black spots beginning to dance before her eyes, could feel of him pulsing inside her neck, blocking her airway. Her head began to spin and her hands, which had been pressing against the villain’s hips, fell to the bed, fingers dangling limply towards the floor. “That’s a good girl. But what’s wrong, your heartbeat feels faint. Doesn’t it feel good baby girl?”

 ~ Kauri couldn’t be sure, but she thinks that she passed out with his shaft still forcing her throat to stretch, because the next thing she knows, she’s laying with her back against the bed instead of her stomach and All Smite is smiling down at her in a way that makes her stomach curdle. His fingers pinch and pull her nipples, massaging her generous breasts as he spoke softly to her, his voice nearly inaudible as he seems to speak with himself over her small body. His fingers soon moved from gently tugging and pulling at her rosy nipples to twisting them and pulling against them so the weight of her breast hug from their tips making Kauri cry out.

 ~ Something jingles loudly in All Smite’s hands, but before Kauri can give the sound a second thought something cold and heavy and tight wrapped around the base of each nipple and the pain that seemed to engulf her breasts made her scream high and loud, her voice breaking at the end as she scrambles to move away, to protect herself from more pain. Her leg jerks from his grasp and a moment later her foot - large, furry, and strong - hits his chest with enough force to make All Smite’s breath rush from his lungs. Glaring, All Smite easily slips a hand around a singe hips the moment she manages to move to her hands and knees, the weighted clamps attached to her nipples pulling against the sensitive flesh painfully, and he yanks her back in one fluid motion. Kauri screams again when her weight is forced onto her chest, rubbing and pressing against her nipples so that her screams continue as he easily forces her over his lap.

 ~ “Where do you think you’re going, baby girl?” All Smite’s voice cracks as he begins to fondle her ass, spanking her ever time she seems to become too comfortable with his touches. It was after his hands fell upon her ass in a quick succession of blows that Kauri lost count of when he slipped his fingers between the folds of her pussy to find it absolutely soaking wet. “Holy fuck, are you - are you liking this?” All Smite asks, mocking her with the tone of his voice and the fingers that skimmed the surface of her swollen clit, making her entire body tremble. The immediate, feeble ‘no’ that leaves Kauri’s mouth causes All Smite to smile, his hands already pulling her up so that she was sitting across his lap, the head of his dick resting against the bottom of her sternum while her hips strained to spread far enough to allow his thighs between her own.

 ~ When All Smite moves to position Kauri over the head of his shaft by lifting her as if she weighs no more than a kitten, the swollen tip leaking pre-slick across her already soaked entrance, her voice raises in level once more. Her voice raw and rasping, Kauri begin to struggle against him once more, shaking her head. “It won’t fit - too big - you can’t - no.” She knew that her words were disjointed, that they didn’t make sense, but as she felt the large head of All Smite’s shaft begin to force its way into her body, Kauri swore she could feel her pelvic bones creaking. It hurt, hurt, hurt, and All Smite wasn’t stopping, not when her nails scrapped across the skin of his chest and forearms, not when her back arched in an attempt to throw herself from his hold, not when she screamed so loudly her voice broke and suddenly became nothing more than a rasping squeak. He had only managed to force the head of his dick inside her entrance and already it felt as if he were splitting her in two. Her neck felt weak and Kauri couldn’t seem to hold her head up as All Smite rolled his hits into hers, chuckling when she stiffened and whimpered, eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks. 

 ~ “Still awake down there, baby girl?” All Smite chuckled, pulling back so that  the swell of the  tip of his shaft rested against her folds. Her hands were slack against his chest and it seemed as if her eyes might be rolled into the back of her head. “Hey, c’mon now, you’ll want to wake up for this next part. It should be . . . Plus Ultra.” All Smite laughed, the old saying from his high school days rolling from his tongue easily as his hands gripped her hips tightly then, giving her no room to move as he pressed his hips forward - and then he surged upward and Kauri wailed as his length sunk into her heat. 

~ “You’re breaking me! I”m breaking - you’re going to break me - I can’t!” All Smite laughed and told her what nonsense that was - “After all a woman’s pussy’s meant to have a baby and as flattering as that is, my dicks no where near the size of a baby.” - and then he was moving, the length of his dick showing through the bulge in her stomach each time he thrust. Kauri continued to wail, unable to help the sounds escaping her mouth as All Smite bounced her on his lap. With her back pressed against his chest it was easy to reach the swollen bud between her legs and he rubbed it aggressively as he began to bounce her, and her nails dug almost painfully into his wrist as her walls began to flutter around his shaft. He waited until the fluttering stuttered and her breath caught before he pulled his fingers away. The orgasm was further halted by his other hand pulling one of the clamps on her nipples sharply and suddenly so that it pulled from her skin with a loud snap. “I told you, only good girl get to cum and you’ve not proven that you’re a good girl yet, have you?”

 ~ She lost the second clamp when All Smite denied her yet again and her thoughts were beginning to go fuzzy around the edges. She didn’t scream when the nipple clamp was painfully pulled from her body, but she did begin to sob when All Smite pulled his dick from her pussy with an audible pop and a rush of fluid down her thighs. Her pussy clenched painfully at nothing and All Smite turned her so that he could watch as she trembled in his arms. “Fuck baby girl, gonna cum soon and fill that pretty pussy of yours with my cum.” 

 ~ Pulling her up he dropped her down again with no warning, and he groaned as he felt her battered cervix give beneath the pressure and the last few inches of his shaft slipped inside as he moved impossible deeper into her slit. “Wha - !? Uahhhh! No! Nooo!” Kauri wailed. All Smite’s hands wrapped around her waist and he smiled. “Do you feel that baby? Feel your womb getting pushed up? Your so stuffed with my cock that I can feel your ovaries.” Kauri’s face flushed violently and she shook her head when All Smite’s fingers danced across the skin of her belly. “No! Stop it! Don’t - you can’t do this! You can’t! You can’t!” All Smite laughed through each word by pulling back till only the tip of his shaft lay inside her before pushing forward with as much force as he possible could. His fingers found her clit again and he rubbed with a single minded intent and for a moment, a fleeting moment, Kauri thought he might finally allow her to tip over the edge but then he leaned down close to her ear, “Fuck, baby girl. Fuck, I’m . . . I’m gonna cum! I’m - I’m cumming!”, and he pulled his finger away and left her teetering at the edge once more, her voice a breathless whine as her body shook on his dick.

 ~ Kauri could feel the rush of liquid as it filled her, but she couldn’t bring herself to care as All Smite continued to swipe his fingertips against the swollen bud that was throbbing painfully between her legs. She was cramping, the pressure from the villain’s cum trapped within her pussy causing the swelling of her stomach to grow. The shape of All Smite’s dick became less pronounced and then disappeared all together while he continued to pump into her slit, each thrust filling her with more and more of his essence.  “Such a good girl.” All Smite crooned into her ear, his hand rubbing across her belly, which was swollen to the point she seemed nearly four months pregnant. “Such a good girl. If you keep being good I just might let you cum when we get home. I can’t wait to fuck you again. Such a good girl.”

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Lost in the Humanity Pt.3

PAIRING: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

WORD COUNT: 1k ish

WARNINGS: Language, Blood and death, angst, humanity switch turned off

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This series has gotten some attraction and at first I didn’t know how to write where I wanted this to go and it didn’t really do that anyway but.... enjoy! Italics are journal entries.

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“What am I?” You asked, pulling at the skin below your lids and looking further into the mirror as if that would give you answers. But it didn’t, and that made you angry. The black that surrounded the blue made the blue seem to glow brighter and the veins popping from your skin just underneath scared you.

“What... what did you do to me?!” You screamed, turning around to face a shocked Klaus.

He gave no answer. He only stood there, staring at your beautiful blue eyes. You screamed and charged him. You both flew out of the window, crashing to the cement ground along with the shattered glass.

You never knew your heart could beat so fast. You were panicking. The night was drawing to a close and your throat just WOULDN’T STOP ITCHING. It felt dry and you felt the need to scratch it endlessly.

Klaus grunted underneath you and you snapped his neck. Your attention was drawn to a couple, walking the opposite direction. You licked your lips. You couldn’t help it. You were just so HUNGRY. Toddlers felt like this sometimes. The need to always eat, always feed.

Faster than you thought possible, you were in front of the couple who gasped, jumping backwards. The girl laughed as though nothing were wrong.

You gave her a smile. With the darkness, they couldn’t see the blood dripping from your chin, the shadows hiding the truth.

“I’m starving... care to have a bite with me?” You asked, not really caring about their answer. The couple exchanged a look.

Before they could answer you thrust your hand into the guys chest, gripping his heart before yanking it out.

The girl screamed and watched, horrified as you took a bit out it. You moaned, the itching began to subside, but you were parched.

You snapped your head to the girl who just had the sense to run away.

“Awe, now that’s no fun, we were just getting the party started!” You called after her.

She ran down an alley, turning her head back to the entrance to see if you were after her. Dumb mistake. She bumped chest first into you and fell to the ground.

“Was that really worth it?” You asked, a gleam in your eye. She looked on, terrified.

You grinned, revealing your sharp double canines. She screamed as you sunk them into her neck, right on her pulse point.

You could hear her blood draining, taste the sweet iron in her blood. It was driving you completely insane.

You didn’t realize she was completely dry until her head fell from her shoulders. Her body slumped to the ground.

You opened your eyes to the scene. They widened and your teeth shrunk down to normal, your eyes turning back to the normal white and E/C.

“Y/N, love. What have you done?” Your head jerked up at the sound. Klaus stood there, mortified. He killed with a purpose. He knew when to stop. He’d seen Stefan in a bad place but this... this was much worse.

Tears burned at your eyes as you looked on.

“What... what did I do... I... I-I killed her! I ate- oh my god, I ate his heart....I ate someone’s heart, Nik!” The tears flowed freely, never stopping no matter how hard you rubbed at them.

Klaus came over to you, bending down and resting his hands on your shoulders.

“It’s okay-”

“NO! No, it’s not okay! I was supposed to start new! I was supposed to get a job, pay bills, buy groceries, normal human things! Now I’m killing people for the fun of it! How-How is that normal Nik?!” You couldn’t breath, the feelings were too crippling. You couldn’t handle it.

“Turn it off.” He said after a moment.

“W-What?” You sniffled.

“I can help you. Just turn it off.” You looked into his eyes as he said this. They were so mesmerizing, you couldn’t help but look and listen.

You felt it when it happened. It was like a switch. The pain and guilt floated away like it was never there. In fact, everything did. And now you didn’t feel a damn thing.

“That’s it now.” Klaus smirked. You were void of anything, the tears in your eyes immediately drying up. Now all he had to do was clean up the bodies and get revenge on Marcel.

What Klaus didn’t expect, was now, you had your own agenda.

Part Four

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Pairing: Stucky x Reader Word Count: 4.5K. I know, I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. Warnings: Angst, Endgame Spoilers, general sadness? Characters death. That’s it probably. Summary: For the past five years, Y/n has been holding her breath.  A/N: Idk man, I want to thank everyone who read Missing Is a Recurring Theme. I was overwhelmed by the comments so just,,thank you! Currently working on part two (get ready for fluff!) But for now, this was requested by the lovely @fandomnerdxox. Hope you love angst, because that’s what this fic is all about. Hope you like it! 

Her lungs were filled with dust. She could tell. Unable to expend them enough to take a breath, ribcage staying painfully small. “Bucky?” She called, maybe yelled. Nothing was clear anymore. Not even the air.

The fighting stopped all at once, there was a shift in the atmosphere, like the universe itself sensed something has gone terribly wrong. She stopped running when a Wakandan soldier reached for her, hurt, looking distressed as he tried to come closer, his back bent.

She swallowed, the urged to find her partners almost overpowering her instincts to help the man. She took his hand nevertheless, holding it tight in hers and pulling him up. She glanced to the sides, forever searching with her eyes familiar figures, when she felt the man slipping from her touch; “Are you oka-“ y/n looked back just in time to witness him disintegrating in front of her eyes, warm human flash crumbling in her grip, nothing left but dirt.  

She gasped, nearly falling back. Her eyes widened in panic as she finally started to notice more and more people dissolving into thin air.

Y/n ran. “Steve!” Knowing it’s too late. But she ran. “Bucky!” The field was too big to cover on foot. But she ran.

There was a long leg clothed in navy blue uniforms, scattering into invisible particles. Wind spreading them all over two silver, Vibrenium made shields, That’s when she stopped.

“No.” She choked, vision clouded, not even registering the chaos she walked right into.

A single, large, sniper rifle abandoned on the grass, inches away from where the leg was no longer. “No.”

It can’t be. It can’t. Not them, it can’t be them.

She collapsed to the ground, the weight of her injuries finally hitting her fully;

“I can’t breathe.” She panted, holding her sore throat desperately, starving for oxygen,“I can’t breathe.”

-

Loneliness is a funny thing. You could be lonely for years, decades, even. And never once notice it. You could live content with what you have, not even wondering about what you might miss. That’s when life tricks you. It lures you into tasting it, like a pinch of salt you bake inside a cake, bringing the sweetness out. Life places it on your tongue, melting it away into your bloodstream, changing you forever so you will never be the same. And then, they wait.

Wait in the shadows, until they think you’re too used to it, until they decide you don’t deserve it anymore. So they take it. Snatch it from between your fingers with brutal force, leaving you alone, bare, unworthy.

Funny may not be the accurate word, no. But all the other words she thought of to describe her situation were too tragic. So she sticks with funny.

-

Nat asked her to move back to compound today.

Y/n said no, of course. Not even remotely considering this as an option, furious at Natasha that she did. It got heated quickly, on her part, mostly.

She was alone all her life. Both of them were before the universe was vicious enough to give a meager taste to the starved.  She thought maybe Nat, could understand.

Y/n didn’t want to move in. Waking up to the sound of Natasha trying to save a world that already lost. Listening to her secretly wiping about what Clint has become. She didn’t want to do that. Y/n had enough shit to deal with on her own.

She finally reached her front door, fumbling with her keys, groaning as the jingling continued because she couldn’t find the right one, hands still shaking from anger.

“Did you know how quickly smell fades away?” Nat’s hair was longer, red color vibrant than ever. It suited her.

“I’m sorry?” Confusion replaced Natasha’s fading smile,

“Smell.” Y/n stressed, “of people, I mean. When they’re not here to renew it, it just disappears. Dissolves into the air, like it was never there.” She refused to sit, not once stopping to chip on her nails.

“Are you okay? Y/n, I’m starting to w-“

“Especially with clothes.” She frowned, burring her hands inside the pocket of her oversized leather jacket, changing her mind right after, bringing right hand fingers to her lips instead,  “you know, I tried keeping their clothes in the closet, I thought maybe, it will help preserve the smell. But it was all bullshit. Turns out I just missed about a year of their scents. When I opened it, it was barely there.”

Natasha remained silent, too alarmed to speak. Y/n accepted it as an invitation to continue her ramble.

“I was so angry, you won’t believe.” She laughed bitterly, “At myself of course, like, I could’ve googled it or something, but I didn’t. So I don’t have much to go with now.” Y/n continued, either going through an aneurism, a fit, or finally losing her mind all together, doing so hysterically right in front of Nat.

Natasha left her chair, walking towards y/n as carefully as she would approach a wounded predator.

“Listen to me, it’s going to be fine.” She cringed at her own words, feeling terrible at making people feel better. Steve was great at it, he always knew what to say and when to say it. Surly if he returned to give an advice, it would’ve calmed down his grieving girlfriend.

Natasha was relieved to be her only audience, if anyone else was seeing her state she would get a fast pass to a psych ward. Nat knew she wasn’t crazy, just…hurting.

“Yeah. yeah,” y/n dismissed her, swinging her hand, “anyway, that’s my way of telling you I can’t move here.” She finally sat down, leaving Natasha facing the wall. She turned around.

“Why not?” She said carefully, crossing her arms, “the thought of you all alone is- .”

“I don’t mind being alone.” Y/n cut sharply the kind words directed to her,

“do you?”

She finally managed to find the right one, shoving the key to its lock and twisting. She pushed the door with her shoulder, dropping her small bag to the floor.

Five years had gone and she still wasn’t used to the unnatural silence.

The blinds were shut, the air didn’t move, and for a second she could believe that time actually stopped.

Y/n inhaled deeply, standing still in the middle of the room, not daring to make a sound - maybe time did stop. She jumped when a car honked outside. A loud, ear cutting sound that tore her ruthlessly from her bubble.

She blinked, as if waking up from a deep slumber, realizing her precious reality was nothing but a dream.

That’s how she felt everyday, if she was being honest. Sometimes their touch felt more like a delusion than a memory. Sometimes, metal hand and starred chest turning into dust were just a horrifying nightmare. Sometimes, two purple, ugly fingers snap themselves together was just a fucked up hallucination. Sometimes, the existence of two, perfect men, reciprocating the strong, burning love she felt was just too hard to believe.

Nothing was real anymore.

Y/n walked into the bedroom, grabbing the white bottle of aspirin from her bedside table and swallowing down two. It was an exhausting day.

Her head met the sagging pillow with a soft thud, unlike most days, sleep came quickly, and with a flutter of her eyelashes, she was already gone.

He was so handsome with that beard. It was really impacting her ability to focus.

“Hi, ms. Astronaut!” Steve called her, golden fragments of light dancing in his eyes, “your pretty dreamy looks won’t help you on the battlefield.”

“Really? So you’re just that good at punching people?” She smirked, adjusting the straps of her sports bra, “no staring at your enemies with those baby blues until they beg for mercy?”

He caught her off guard, using her shoulder to hoist himself up and tackle her ankles from the back. She hit the soft padding embarrassingly easily, Steve not even giving her the time to react.

He offered a strong hand, swinging her off the ground like she weighs nothing when she took it. He smiled at her, eyes a brilliant cerulean- “ready to beg for mercy yet?”

Y/n huffed and hit his shoulder, “not a chance.” She paused, tightening her ponytail, returning to starting position, “now explain to me how to block it.”

Suddenly, her scenario dusted away in a disgusting black ash, swirling around her body, ruthlessly throwing her into a field.

She started running. She didn’t know where she ran, but it felt like she’s been there before; sounds and smells familiar, recognizing the path to god-knows-where as her legs kept carrying her.

A more clear image started to form, the sky bore lightning but it was warm outside, faceless monsters with sharp teeth and slick skin tried to attack her but only went through. Y/n was starting to realize where she was; it was their last fight against Thanos, and she got another chance.

Running was a part of her by now. Unable to stop or slow down, one mission in mind. Looking for a reflection of the sun on metal, or just the eyes of two bearded men before they disappear for good.

She heard them calling for her, loud and clear, two voices she hasn’t encountered for a long time, yet will never be able to forget.

“Bucky?” She screamed, this time she has to find them, she has to, “Steve? Where are you? Steve, Bucky!”

The tears woke her up, cheeks stained and breaths that were no longer under her control, hasty gasps that choke her up instead of supplying oxygen.

She was so close this time.

Her body shook violently, trembling with fear and drenched in cold sweat. The headache she had when she fell asleep was worse now, an echoing sting compressing her brain every time her heart beat.

It wasn’t just her failed attempt to say goodbye. She dreamed this every other night, and every single time she finds herself inside an unknown territory, not knowing what she needs to do until the very last minute, when she fails miserably, only to awaken to the voices of her loved ones, calling her to come save them.

No, it wasn’t just that. Because this time- this time she had a good dream too.

They used to spar all the time together, it was a good energy outlet and an excuse to spend more time with each other. She had a lot to learn from two super soldiers, and to her surprise, she taught them some moves too.

Y/n remembered that day, Steve and she were having an early morning while Bucky was still soundly sleeping, so they decided not to wake him, leaving an orange sticky note on his metal arm that said, gone to kick steve’s ass, be back by 9:00. love you.

Steve drove them to the compound, crisp breeze hitting her freshly opened eyes as she clutched his firm chest tighter, leaning her body weight on his.

He asked if she was okay, loud noise of the engine and the wind free whistles in her ears, maybe he thought he drove too fast.

She nodded, smiling in reassurance when they bypassed traffic, Steve maniacally dodging cars and driving in between the small spaces vehicles leave. He was crazy. But he managed to bring them to the compound in under twenty minutes, which was a new record.

They entered the gym, Steve’s hand still on her lower back as they stopped walking, taking off their jackets, staying only in training clothes.

“I really like that jacket.” She said, feeling the worn leather of the large brown cloth under her fingertips.

“I know.” He smiled and bit his lips, taking her hand and guiding her to the large ring.

They took their positions, adjusting their stances, “Last night I remembered some old fight moves I didn’t use in a long time.” Steve scratched his beard then stretched his shoulders, “maybe we could start with them?”

She remembers nodding, not registering exactly what he said because she got distracted, thinking about his beard and his eyes and everything else.

It was a good day. Peaceful day. A day she would give anything to experience just once more.

Her eyes were tired, begging for an actual rest as she got up, still in her clothes from yesterday, blindly walking to the kitchen and hitting some buttons on the coffee machine- it was too old now. Needed to be replaced.

Nothing has really changed, since half of the world disappeared, since Steve and Bucky disappeared. She set next to the kitchen table, filling only one of four chairs, like every other day, holding the same bitter, black coffee in the same chipped mug.

Even killing Thanos didn’t mean anything, and she wasn’t even there. Too struck with grief to see the last light behind this monster’s eyes before they darkened forever.

Y/n felt like the world ceased to move, like maybe, in a way, they were caught in a lop, and time did stop.

-

“I’m sorry.” She went to visit Natasha again. Being sad was no excuse to treat her only friend spitefully. She leaned against the lintel, trying to find support, or hide behind it, she didn’t know.

Natasha’s eyes were swollen, eyes still threatening to tear up again any moment.

“It’s okay.” She took a bite from her sandwich, “Clint did it again.”

Y/n thought about yesterday, her own thoughts were so unfair to Nat, who did nothing but help her the past five years, how could she be so selfish, thinking she was the only one in suffering.

“I’m sorry, Nat. I really am.” Y/n approached her, taking the chair that was opposite of her, “did you try looking for him? Clint is a good guy. You know he is. He’s someone who lost everything at once. Something like that gotta mess up with your mind.”

“You’re still here.” Nat said quietly, already regretting it,

Y/n bit the inside of her cheek, reclining against the back of the chair, “If there’s someone in this world that could save him - it’s yo-“

“Hey, Hello, This is Scott Lang. We met a few years ago, at the airport, in Germany, I got really big-“

Both women were startled, slowly getting up from their chairs, looking at the small monitor.

“Is this an old message?” Y/n asked, her eyes burning, she inhaled sharply. Scott Lang is supposed to be missing, he dusted with all the others. And if that really is Scott it means…

-

Scott didn’t disappear because of Thanos’ snap like the others. So it didn’t mean shit. And hope crushed her chest once again, hating herself for letting it invade her thoughts repeatedly, not learning her lesson.

His incoherent ramble about a time machine sure didn’t help. Natasha insisted they would go visit Tony anyway, saying that if he recognized a real chance he would never hesitate to help-

But when she sees Tony with his daughter, her world nearly crumbles for the second time in two days. The odds he would cooperate were now down to zero.

Tony saw them approaching. She watched him letting the kid down, following her with her gaze as she ran all the way to the front door, swallowed by the wooden house.

“I’m happy for you Tony,” y/n heard herself saying, “I really am. But you can help so many people, you can help bring so many people back, and you won’t even…”

“No. I won’t even.” There was a finality in his voice, one that clearly states they are done.

“Steve? You remember Steve? He used to be your friend. Or have you already forgotten him. How easy.” She pierced the air with an ice cold tone , anger consuming her. “You live your happy life, and you got everything. Tony. Everything. What do I got? What do I have?” She heaved, breathless, and he looked like he was going to say something, when his daughter came jumping on his lap, securing her little arms around him in a firm hug, “mom told me to come save you.”

Y/n finally got a good look of the girl. She was sweet looking, a visible brain behind her eyes; And she didn’t know Tony Stark very well, but y/n could tell the kid shared a deep resembles to him. Who wouldn’t do anything for their child? Even if it means letting the other half of the world burn. -

She clearly didn’t know the man at all, because for some reason- Tony Stark came back.

Everything they did seemed to fail, and when Bruce couldn’t figure it out, almost making what’s left of the Avengers babysitters to baby Scott, Tony arrived to the rescue.

“He turned into a baby, didn’t he?” He snarked with a sly grin, revealing a weird looking metal bracelet and a proud attitude that said, I did it.

“Thank you.” Y/n took his hand, squeezing it hard, knowing that as of now, she owes this man her life. “Thank you so much.”

He offered a knowing smile, grief shifting his features, “I know what it’s like to lose someone.” - “See you in a minute.” She heard Nat, giddy with excitement, before all of them were pulled into a colorful vortex, a hurricane rearranging her guts, staying with her even when they landed in an unfamiliar ally in New York.

“Are we in the right place?” She asked Tony and Bruce, changing her white and red, Quantum traveling suit, into a more area fitting one with a single button.

Smashing sounds got closer by the second right after she asked, not long before they saw a much greener Hulk, destroying everything on his path.

“I’m pretty sure this answers my question. “ Y/n said to herself, amused, heart light inside her chest despite the heavy mission ahead of them.

Y/n wore a big SHIELD identification, saying she was incredibly high clearance, it’s supposed to get her what she needs quickly, no questions asked; but when she entered an elevator full of Hydra thugs, testosterone reeking the small space, she assumed there might be some questions.

“Gentlemen.” She said, too ceremonially, “I will need you to hand me the Scepters. Orders from high, I’m afraid.” She felt all of them tense around her,

“And who are you, if I may ask? I have never seen you here.” The bald man who looked less threatening than all of them asked,

Y/n held her ID high, pointing out her clearance level, “not ever seeing me here is a good sign, Mr…”

“Mr. Sitwell.”

“Very well, Mr. Sitwell. Now, if you will, the Scepter. I’m in a bit of a rush. Wouldn’t want to keep people on the higher floors waiting.” Y/n decided to do something bold, the outcome could either be a success, or one that she would have to punch her way out of. She leaned against Sitwell, bringing her mouth closer to his ear and whispered,  

“Hail Hydra.”

The man looked apprehensive at first, debating with himself for a long moment, until finally nodding to one of the other men, handing her the long suitcase reluctantly.

Y/n gladly accepted it , the elevator finally opening up as she turned her back to them, smirking in satisfaction, going towards the exit.

Her legs stopped in their tracks. She wasn’t supposed to see him. Not now, not like this.

Steve, wearing a very cheesy and outdated Captain America suit approached her, holding his earpiece, and before she could even registered what was going on, she heard him say he has eyes on Loki. Fucking Fantastic.

It wasn’t her Steve, she knew, but it was harder to accept than say, because as it seemed she is going to have to fight him, and she wasn’t ready.

In the months before the mission Natasha got her back into a very strict schedule of training, trying to beat her into shape again. It couldn’t repair years of damage and neglect, but it was better than anything. And as past Steve swung his shield to her direction, y/n held onto every bit of shape she head.

It wasn’t her Steve, her mind screamed as she dodged his punch, fighting the desire to take off his mask and kiss him.

He hasn’t met her yet, of course he won’t recognize her.  

“Hand back the Scepter, Loki.” He demanded, she was suddenly happy she couldn’t see his eyes.

Steve tried to use her shoulder to hoist himself up, but y/n hunched over, waiting for him to miss his jump, and placed two hands securely on his broad shoulders, lifting herself and using his support to flip over, forcing him down along with her, wrapping her body around his, trying to chock him long enough for him to lose consciousness.

“I can’t do that. “She panted, struggling to keep him in a tight enough grip, “and I am not Loki.”

Steve fought out of her hold, twisting his thighs around hers and kicking her kneecaps, rattling her entire body as they changed positions, now she was the one being strangled. She arced her back, hitting him in full force with it, but he didn’t budge. Not even when she jerked one ankle, jolting him right in the junk. She’ll apologize later.

Y/n couldn’t beat him in a hand to hand combat, poorly shaped and outmatched by him. Distraction was her only possible advantage, and she was running out of time, options, and air. What could baffle 2012 Steve Rogers? She thought frantically, just as the answer presented itself to her.

What would faze 2012 Steve Rogers? The same thing that would faze 2019 Steve Rogers, or any Steve Rogers for that matter.

“Bucky, is , alive.” She coughed out, and it was enough; the lock on her throat was released, giving her an opportunity to take the Scepter and run. She took it out of its case, pointing it at Steve general direction just as he gained composer again, hovering above her. She caught a glimpse of blue, cold and painful to watch without the warm undertones that appeared every time he looked at her.

“Sorry.” She squeaked as he dropped to the floor, head planted down. Only falling asleep, she hoped.

- The minute she saw Clint collapsing, an empty space to her left, she knew Natasha was not coming back.

They didn’t know exactly what happened, and it didn’t matter. Because everything else was clear. She gave her life to get that stone, to get everyone back. That only meant one thing; They could not fail.

- As time went by, y/n thought less and less about what would happen if they came back. There was no point to lead herself on, right? So she didn’t.

But now, as the possibility of them returning appeared more vivid, worry began to chew on her confidence.  Insecurity seemed the last thing she needed right now, so insignificant, superficial, in times like this, when the faith of the world was at stake. Yet, she was staring at the mirror, for the first time in five years, really looking. Examining carefully, with attention, how her body has changed. She didn’t like what she saw.

It’s not about you, she had to remind herself, it’s about them.

“Also", a very familiar voice, challenging her with the cheek in her tone; Nat. “Give those two dumbasses more credit, they will love you, no matter what.”

-

It was only them, and they were losing.

They managed the snap, and it almost cost Bruce’s life in the process. Nothing in the world seemed to scream about drastic changes so far, and then Thanos decided to pay a visit, depriving them of finding out if everything they have gone through was for nothing.

Slowly but surely, they were losing. Being wrecked by the purple alien that already destroyed once their lives as they knew and loved.

It wasn’t fair, Stark was the last one standing. She watched him from where she landed, after being brutally thrown. He could never face him by himself, he wouldn’t survive long enough. She remembered that day, it seemed like thousand years ago now; when she swore, she owed her life to that man.

No superpowers, no special suit, no weapon. Just her, and her fists. That’s all she had to offer. She owed it to too many people to not just surrender and die, leaving a world to burn behind her. She owed it to herself.

Y/n gritted her teeth and spit blood to the side, standing side by side with Iron Man, bringing two fists to the front of her body and fixing her stance.

She inhaled deeply and glanced at Stark, he nodded, letting her know he’s ready when she is.

“Y/n?” She heard her name, somehow loud, in her earpiece. Tony looked confused just as her, he heard it too, and it wasn’t him talking.

“Doll, it’s Steve. Do you copy?”

Her breath was knocked off her lungs, she searched around her for any sign of him, of Bucky, of anyone, when an orange portal was opened behind her. And then another one, and another one, and another ten.

“Holy shit.” Tony called from beside her, laughing, somehow, “holy fucking shit.”

Y/n was at a loss of words.

“Go.” He opened his helmet, motioning her to the sea of warriors behind them - he wasn’t standing alone anymore - “go!”

She shook her head, not moving an inch. “I’m staying right here.”

-

It was her dream again. Her eyes scanned the crowds, running amok between injured people, bodies. Vision too blurry and burning to see any face at all.

“Y/n!.” A deep voice called in her direction, and she nearly twisted her neck attempting to find its source.

Her eyes teared up instantly, knees threatening to buckle underneath her, a metal arm coming just in time to hold onto her, support her in place. Wiping tears was useless, she found out soon enough, giving up instantly to simply sobbing into Bucky’s shoulder.

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky.” She kept crying out, he had a long cut on the side of his torso, he shushed her gently when she tried to bring it up.

There was a subtle movement behind her, and she tensed, head shooting up, “Steve?”

“I’m right here, sweetheart.” He said softly, another pair of strong arm enfolding themselves around her, his eyes radiated warmth, bright in the middle of a dirt stained face. She took one last look before burying her body deeper between them, surrounding herself with a scent that was a mix of salt and earth and blood, so humanly them.

“You were gone and I-“ Y/n kept glancing every other second at Bucky- even though she was still in his arms, hysteria got the best of her, gradually taking over any rationale left- the fear they’ll disappear, like last time, becomes too real.

“I didn’t say goodbye and-“ She gasped for air, they caressed her, talking sweet nothings in her ears, just to calm her down.

“It’s been five years and I…I couldn’t live without you.” She said finally, physically struggling to speak, clutching onto them harder,

“We’re so sorry.” Bucky muttered, choking down on tears of his own, weaving fingers through her knotted hair, “So fucking sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Steve reassured her one more time, kissing her temple, then her knuckles, then her lips. “we’re here now.”

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1. I was listening to Honey I’m Home by Ghost while writing this,,, Warnings: Blood, cannibalism, gross, angst, lotta angst, sooo much angst, references/implied self mutilation, implied betrayal, brutal deaths, Dr. Iplier cracks, The Author sucks, implied possession  Dr Iplier walked into the manor with a sigh. It’d been a good day, albeit long. “Host, I’m home!” he called as he shrugged off his coat. His brows furrowed when he got no response, looking up. Normally Host would have already tackled him and dragged him somewhere comfy to aggressively cuddle him, but he heard nothing. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and he grimaced, cautiously moving through the manors entryway, cautiously climbing the stairs. The Google’s office door was open, and he cautiously peered around the corner. He almost choked when he saw the androids, nothing but scrap parts in a pile, barely distinguishable even with the scraps of color. The Googles heads were violently torn from there necks, placed on the desk like trophies. Bing was in the corner, whole and deactivated, except for the massive sparking gap in his chest, holding his own motherboard in a limp hand. “What the hell…?” The doctor whispered. He’d repair them, but he was no engineer. He’d probably make it worse… He continued on, every muscle tense and every sense alive with unease. The next door he dared to peer into was King’s, but only because his curiosity was too great. King was one of the most level headed and most in sync with animalistic sense of survival. Surely he could’ve found somewhere to hide, even if he couldn’t leave the manor?  

The sight sent ice down his spine, and he felt nausea rear its ugly head deep in his stomach, something inside him cracking slightly. Blood stained the floor, both fresh and dried. King’s crown was thrown across the floor, his cape somewhere nearby, the white fur now a deep crimson. The source of the blood was in the center of the room, a body that had been violently torn open, shards of bones scattered around. Someone was hunched over them, animalistic growls echoing from deep in their chest, strong arms ripping the corpses rib cage apart. The doctor must have made a noise, because they turned to face him, golden eyes gleaming from behind askew glasses, the white dress shirt they wore was now crimson, glittering oddly. Iplier silently yelped and ducked behind the corner again, breathing rapidly, before letting out a silent sigh when he didn’t hear footsteps. He didn’t dare go by the room incase Bim was waiting for him, instead choosing to go back down the stairs quietly and go around to the other flight. He didn’t really feel mentally prepared to enter any other rooms, but there was a few people he had to know the fates of…

Dark’s office door was closed, but when he tried the handle, it was unlocked. He cautiously looked inside. Dark wasn’t brutally dismembered, which was surprising at this point. He was chained in front of the desk, forced on his knees, wrists bound behind his back with golden metal, head bowed with a ring of the strange golden metal around his neck, keeping him still. He didn’t look up when Iplier cautiously entered, nor did he react when the doctor whisper yelled his name.

The doctor kneeled beside him, waving a hand in front of the demons face and grimacing when he got no response. He gently pushed Dark’s jaw up to look at the doctor, and his grimace deepened when he met flat, cold eyes. He was alive, but certainly not present. He examined the chains next, touching them before jerking away when Dark let out a cry of agony, whirling to face him as he went limp again. “…no touchy it is. Damn. Times like this I REALLY wish I had an aura…” he grumbled, slowly standing. He hated to leave him like this, but there was nothing he could do now… He closed the door behind him, letting out a heavy sigh before moving on, keeping his steps as silent as he could. He really didn’t want to see this, but he knew he wouldn’t sleep until he did. He took a deep breath before cautiously opening the door to Eric’s room. At first, he saw nothing but darkness, and he had to wait for his eyes to adjust, not daring to enter the room, just praying that the kid at least died quickly… The first thing he noticed was Reynold, which was…not that surprising, now that he thought about it. The back of his shirt was torn and battered, bone fragments stabbing out of his skin, blood covering the floor around him. His spine was certainly shattered, from blunt force it looked like. From what the doctor could see, the bigger man was covering Eric protectively, probably trying to hide him, but the doctor wasn’t to keen to find out how poorly that failed… He shut the door, nausea swelling as bile rose in his throat, but he forced it back. He had to find the Host. He didn’t know who did this, and he knew he would be found and killed. If Dark had been tamed, the doctor stood no chance. He just had to know the fate of his beloved first.

He walked cautiously into his lab first, mildly surprised to find the Host there, both alive and even

there

. His bandages weren’t around his head, his coat undone and flaring out behind him with each puff of the AC.

“Host?” His voice cracked, and the hairs on the back of his neck rose sharply when the Host slowly turned around. Dr. Iplier blinked in surprise when his locked eyes with hypnotizing golden irises. A small smirk was on the Host’s bloodstained face, a notebook and plain pen in hand, and a rumbling chuckle rolled through the room. “

Who are you calling ‘Host’? I’m The Author.” Everything clicked inside the doctors head a moment to late. He turned to run, but the door slammed shut behind him, The Author approaching slowly, humming to himself, gnawing idly on the back of his pen. “Doctor Iplier…” He muttered to himself, testing the sound as aurous eyes froze the doctor in place. A hand ghosted over his jaw, and he suppressed a shiver, every instinct screaming for him to run but those damn eyes keeping him frozen in place. Another chuckle like thunder rumbled through The Author. The God spoke, low and amused. “There are so many things you’ll never understand. Just take my hand, and you’ll never go astray.” The doctor was torn. He remembered the carnage that became of his family, but those gilded eyes and thunderous voice that sounded so much like the Hosts’ tore at his willpower. He tried to pray for a new reality, that this was all a dream. “Come with me, doctor, and we can change night into day.” Calloused fingers ghosted over his jaw again, and he finally managed to tear his eyes away from the others. He shut his eyes, trying to think clearly. He KNEW this was a bad idea, that The Author would kill him slowly and painfully, make him regret being born. His hands clenched into fists, falling back to his default mindset; emotions weren’t an option right now. This wasn’t the Host. This was a monster in the Host’s body.(edited) He opened his eyes again to glare at the offer, refusing to look at those alluring golden depths, and he gave the Author a clenched-teeth smile. “Sorry. I have patients to attend to.” He solidly struck the Author in the ribcage, winding him and sending him stumbling before ripping the writing tools from his grip, shoving him to the ground and grabbing a scalpel from his desk. While the Author was still reeling, Dr. Iplier sat his full weight down upon his chest, and he let out a huff of air before freezing when he felt cold metal touch the delicate skin of his neck. “I really shouldn’t be so considerate about this,” The Doctor began, “Considering what you did to my family. I’m also quite lucky you’re not the Host. He would’ve seen this coming a mile away.” He mused, still refusing to meet his eyes.

“W-what?” The Author didn’t dare raise his voice above a whisper, every movement of his throat bringing him that much closer to the paper-thin razor against his pulse. The doctor couldn’t stop the bitter laugh even if he wanted to.

“You don’t know? Your body was inhabited by a decent person for a minute there. Shame you had to rear your ugly head again.” He hissed. “and I was his doctor. Hell, I was everyone’s doctor in this chaotic house. You want to know something funny about doctors?” The Author simply raised an eyebrow, fighting to keep his breathing even, arms pinned beneath the doctors thighs. “It’s highly likely that we went through nursing school. I happened to. Do you know what nurses learn?” He didn’t give the Author a chance to ask, voice dripping with menace and venom. “Nurses are the ones who know every. Little. Thing. About their patients. They’re the ones who find out first if there’s a fluke in your blood, and how to draw that blood. As I am the only resident doctor…” The blade pressed closer, and the Author sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. “…I am also your nurse.” The Author realized what he meant a moment to late, eyes widening as the razor cut into his skin, just beside his main artery, and he yelped. “I won’t kill you quickly.” He laughed, a low, bitter sound. “Oh, no. I’ll let you bleed out slowly, feeling the bitter sting and burn of a cut for each person you slaughtered.” He hissed. “And with your blood, I’ll decorate their memorial, as a way of apology and to let them know you finally got what was coming for you.” The Author gave him a slightly weird look, but the doctor didn’t look at his face, bringing the blade down to his collarbone, tracing a thin cut alone the bone, silently reveling the hiss. “Now, how many people HAVE you killed, anyways?" 

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

MY GUY!!!!

WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME!

I LOVE IT BIGLY

BUT WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

POOR DARK

POOR ERIC

BIMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

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Restraint |8|

Yoongi x Reader, Vampire AU

Warnings:SMUT, Swearing, Kinda Sub Yoongi for like 5 mins(he sucks at it), Light BDSM themes(restraints), Blood.

 Word Count:2844

Summary: As Jungkooks best friend recently moved to Seoul, there is one of the boys you have yet to meet. This one has a dark secret and has to use all the restraint he can to control himself around you.

So this is the end guys :(. THANK YOU so much for all the love for this series! Another Yoongi series is in the works :).

As always others parts in my masterlist.

Comments always welcome :)

“Why does it matter if he’s going to be there, why is this even an issue, you were over this months ago” There was a dull exhaustion to the argument, for the fourth time this week you were arguing over non-issues. You don’t even know why you were asking him ‘Why’ you knew exactly what the problem was but it didn’t stop the hailstorm of frustration soaking through you and the whitening of your knuckles round your mug. Their management had added a whole extra week of shows and interviews in Tokyo, the extension of time apart especially from the taste of human blood had made him irritable, irrational and downright insufferable. With the gruelling schedule he’d been too exhausted to even vampire ninja travel to see you. This was an expected situation, he’d warned you the sudden lack of the human taste was indistinguishable to cold turkey from drugs.

“Baby I…”

“I’m done with this conversation, I’m at work, leave me be” you hung up massaging your temples. You interrupted your report writing and opened up google and booked yourself a flight to Tokyo.

You ignored the badges that were slowly increasing on your message app; thankful when they stopped, he’d be getting ready for the show now. You wanted him to be stewing on it. You had minimal time to pack before you had to head to the airport.

The flight was two hours, after thirty minutes your hands had started fiddling for an outlet of your agitation which was rivalling your excitement to be in his arms. As much as you were going to surprise him you knew it wouldn’t be much of a surprise; you had a boyfriend who’d be able to smell you the second you stepped foot in the hotel. You’d checked with Jungkook beforehand and he’d manage to acquire another key-card for Yoongi’s room for you to pick up.

 The room was the standard you’d expect from a higher end chain, it was also what you expect from Yoongi. His laptop was open on the desk circled by mini versions of his studio equipment that he insisted taking on tour; his suitcase was neatly sat on a chair in the corner.

Yoongi emerged from the towel ruffling his wet hair with a towel. A towel wrapped round his waist, effortlessly parallel to a Greek god. As suspected there wasn’t a hint of surprise on him.

“Baby please let me…”

“On the bed” your tone stern, eyes glaring.

“What?” at least there was some surprise at your command, he ceased any movement.

“On the bed” You plonked your bag down on the bed and grabbed what you needed, he sat on the edge on the bed his back to you. His delicious shoulder blades still slightly glistening with water. You walked round in front of him and handcuffed him.

“Tch!” Yoongi exclaimed. Instantly his skin where the silver had made contact was searing into him with an unpleasant sound of sizzling skin. As bad as you felt for causing him such pain your outside aura feigned casualness; it was also something he’d made you promise to carry out after he’d not fed for an extended period of time.

“Jesus Y/N I know I’ve upset you but this isn’t necessary” he managed through gritted teeth.

“Shut up and just drink” you launched your shirt of and straddled him, moved all your hair to one side exposing your neck, his hands resting on your hips. He was motionless, his irises were battling to keep that dark red from consuming them whole; his face told a different story. His bottom lip was clamped hard in between his teeth, fangs fully extended with creases lining his forehead. You sat back blossomed your hand open, a silver chain rooted round your finger dropped and hung. You hoped he’d feed now you’d fulfilled all his safety requirements, after a few moments of deliberation he spoke.

“Please try not to move too much” his gaze glued to your neck visualising all the blood flowing through that spot, he was past the point of no return to argue, the song of your pulse capturing him in a trance like state. His teeth sank in with ease. One of your hands slid up the back of his and tangled in his damp hair. A faint cry left your lips. It didn’t even hurt anymore, if anything it now turned you on; especially the primal growl noises that leaked from Yoongi’s lips against your neck. Craving more your hips started grinding, only my black work trousers and a towel separating you from him.

A strangled gasp pained its way from you, Yoongi had begun shaking head jerkily, as if I was now dying prey to be shook in the mouth of a wolf. You stilled your hips instantly, eyes shut tight, wincing feeling your puncture wounds stretch and begin to tear. Your hand aching, you imagined your knuckles going as white as his skin against his dark hair. It stung and it was also your fault. As quick as it had started he stopped. Flinging his head back against his own will stopping himself. You finally breathed, only just realising you’d been holding onto it.

“Yoongi I’m…sorry” you stuttered, immediately trying to remedy the guilt you know he’d bare unjustly to himself. His irises were full blown, they hardly even looked red anymore leaning onto the blacker side. He looked on another planet, face shrouded in ecstasy.

“Please, give me a minute” he panted dropping his body to the bed awkwardly on his restrained hands, his skin was no longer burning but he still grimaced when the handcuffs touched more of his skin. Feeling lost, did he want you to get off? Did he want you to un-cuff him? Currently he was in no state to tell you. He was hard beneath you, prompting a half-cocked smirk from you. Sliding your hands up his chest, grazing your nails over his clavicle ignoring the throb at your neck and leaking wounds.

“Was that nice baby?” you whispered, breathing at his neck.

“Mmm” he managed. Seeing him like this because of you burned your fire no end. You climbed off him and shuffled out of your jeans impatient to get back to him.

When he sat back up his eyes had deflated to normal sized pupils, they still glittered red but at least he looked like he could string a sentence together. His brows made their way slightly further apart catching the sight of your neck, it had stopped bleeding thanks to the coagulation liquid that secreted from fangs. He went to speak

“Don’t even say it Yoongi” you warned

“It’s my own fault, I’m fine and no I’m not taking the cuffs off” His face was indecisive for a moment, deciding rightfully so he wouldn’t win in apologising to you, he reacted to the second half of your words.

“Why not? You responded to his question and pout with a coy smile.

“Because I think I quite like you like this” You climbed back on him, when your skin touched the longing you’d had was fulfilled; knees resting either side of his thighs.

“I can do this” You yanked at the back of his hair yanking a grunt from his throat in protest, you bit at his exposed neck hard enough to mark, even though it would be gone in a few moments. The purple, red petal was still beautiful against his milky skin. Your other hand had also been productive and unhooked the towel and was teasing down his shaft. You loved the way his face creased with desire

“And my strong vampire Yoongi is helpless”

“And you want me to do as I’m told?” one of his eyebrows raised challenging me.

“I don’t even think I can get you to do that, what I am wandering is how long it will take you to start begging for what’s in between my legs” you whispered, his face held the resolve but his eyes showed you defeat, you knew as soon you’d give him the offer to taste you and feed from his favourite place he’d yield.

“So that’s how you wanna play princess?” your hands had locked around his neck and you looked so please with yourself as you responded.

“Yep” you spoke curtly. You teased your hands in a slow wave down your body and broke his number one rule. Your pleasure is his and his alone.

“Oh baby you’re playing a dangerous game now” the warning glare emanating over you normally would have you on your knees pleading, not today.

“You can do with me what you want with me when you’re home Oppa, but now you’re mine, stop being such a brat” You offered your fingers coated in your arousal at his mouth, he gladly sucked at them purring in his throat. Fuck, his eyes looking up at you from under his hair, no wonder why he loved that look from you so much. The vulnerability seeping off him, looking up to you to take what you were going to give him.

“That’s all your getting until I say otherwise” you deprived him of your hand. You sat back gently pondering, looking out into nowhere.

“What?” he asked with an impatient sigh.

“How many times do you think I can make myself cum before your dying to do it yourself?” your question rhetorical as you resumed teasing yourself, ensuring his cock was just a hairs width from your fingers.

“None, please Y/N” his response came out more as loud frustrated sigh already playing the images in his head.

“But I thought you liked to count them” your mouth pulling into a cocky smirk

You adored the way his face way contorting in pretty and desperate expressions, his eyes slipped away from you as you pulled yourself higher to the edge, to drag him back you gripped at his chin in a harsh motion and faced it forward

“I want those pretty eyes on me” you ordered, stopping any response with a rough kiss, he inhaled your wavering moans until you flung your neck to nestle in his riding out your high, panting and moaning breathlessly close to his ear.

“1” you breathed with a triumphant glare.

“Fuck princess, you’re so beautiful, please give me them now, you know I’ll make you feel so much better” he whined. You were getting there you thought to yourself.

“Do you think that’s a good enough plea?” you stood up, went over to your bag.

“I think you can manage one more” Seeing you take your wand out of your bag.

“That’s enough baby I can’t anymore, Rain” Seriously? You couldn’t believe he caved, well you could actually, and there was a reason you submitted to him and not the other way round. Being a powerful immortal they naturally had power and wanted to keep it. You un-cuffed him with urgency, assuming they were hurting too much, you’d be wrong.

He lunged at you, before you could even protest your underwear was torn and on the floor.

“Playtimes over princess” he slammed into you, your back knocked into the wall, hands digging into his shoulders. If your head could spin it would have.

“Yoongi…agh” your head dropped, moans spilling through your throat. Your head was overrun no logical thoughts could form, every time one began its life cycle his thrusts hitting your spot snuffed them out in an instant.

“Eyes on me” he growled, you just couldn’t fulfil his request, you managed to lift your head in between cries.

“Aww is my cock that good that you can you can’t even do one simple thing?”

“Yes, jesus, fuck” was all you managed. He stopped and stared you, absorbing you into his circular galaxies twinkling in his eye. His fringe stuck to his forehead making him looked beautifully fucked. Your climax fading into deep space.

“I can’t even begin to explain how much I missed you baby, it’s been unbearable having the bed empty next to me. I’m sorry I’ve been a nightmare you’re everything to me, I love you” Yoongi wasn’t very vocal when it came to feelings but when he showed them you hung on to and treasured every word even if he’d kept you on the edge. You exhaled, trying to de-escalate your breathing.

“I know baby, I know,” sweeping his fringe to the side you caressed the side of his cheek with nothing but love and adoration.

“I love you too, I’ve missed you too” you paused a moment “Can you please finish showing me how much you missed me” you whined. He responded with a longing kiss against your lips, extending it through your collarbone.

“Such a needy girl” he breathed, the warm breath ghosting across your chest. In a flash of movement you was on top of him legs aside his waist, hands tracing the milky dessert of his chest.

“Now bring that pretty little pussy of mine up here so I can taste her.” He flicked his head up, indicating the direction he wanted you to move. The command was also met with a sharp stinging across your behind half propelling you forward with a gasp. His tongue teasing kitten licks up and down your slit, you slapped his head playfully.

“Stop teasi…” his hands gripped at your thighs when he fully sucked your clit into his mouth, the top half of your body falling forward until you stabled your hands against the headboard. That famous tongue technology had you teetering of the edge in minutes. Your back arching and your head flew forwards as your climax convulsed your muscles uncontrollably. You could hardly see his eyes glowing red as there were focused solely on your arousal.  

He turned his head seconds after you’d nearly finished riding out your high and locked his lips onto your inner thigh, one of your hands flew to his hair and locked a handful in your grip as he pierced your skin extending your climax leaving you pulsing around nothing. You welcomed the sweet sting, and the sight of him attached to you a small trail of your blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. You’d accepted months ago that you was going to hell for finding all this blood stuff so sexy but you were way past caring and craved it more than you’d ever openly admit to yourself, but Yoongi knew.

You dropped to the bed, exhausted and satisfied. After licking his lips Yoongi rolled onto his front in-between your legs and used his tongue to clean the last trickling remnants from your puncture wounds.

“When do you have to leave?” his tone verging on whiney. You checked the time on your phone.

“Two hours, and don’t even try and convince me to stay, I have a shit load of reports to finish.” He stalked up your body.

“Two hours is enough” you squinted your eyes questioning his words

“Enough for what?” you spoke hesitantly recognising that glimmer from his eyes and that killer smirk. He pinned your hands above your head, his mouth catching your gasp as his tongue tantalized yours as he shifted his legs,

“To get you screaming my name multiple times” He thrust into you, you clawed at his back, his teeth grazing your collar bone.

  “Promise me you’ll eat properly” you said stroking the back of his neck with the soft pads of your fingertips.

“I promise” the puppy eyes you received tugged at your already aching heart strings, you hated leaving him. His arms were resting round your side, hands under your shirt holding the small of your back.

“Good, I’ll hold you to that, next time you go away I think we should gradually ease you off my blood don’t you think?”

“I suppose” he eyes left you and shifted away.

“Hey” you called out to his wandering eyes, they returned. “Yes baby that’s a much better idea than turning into a giant douche and making my girlfriend angry and come out all this way” you impersonated. He chuckled lightly.

“Yes baby that’s a much better idea” he mimicked “You know I’m sorry, you are amazing, you spoil me and are most definitely too good for me”

“I know I am” you toyed “It’s a good thing I love you and want nothing more than to be yours” You stretched up and kissed his forehead knowing he’d appreciate the “yours” sentiment. He was hesitant in letting you slip from his grasp and grab your bags and head to the door.

“I’ll hold you to what you said earlier” You turned at his words

“What did I say?” you asked.

“That I can do what I want with you when I’m home, you should book some time off, I can’t guarantee you’ll be able to walk” his grin playful, eyes spoke nothing but sincerity.

“I can handle it Oppa” you shot back competitively. Your grin never faltering as you left him pondering what to do with you when he’s home.

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Silence Pt. 2

Author: Rachel

Words: 4330 words

Warnings: It alludes to depression but nothing serious, grief

Authors note: So this is it guys, the actual part 2, I hope you enjoy it.

Silence Pt.1 for those who want to catch up.

Summary: It’s been a few months.

“I don’t need an escort to the bathroom Michael” you said through gritted teeth, arms crossed obviously annoyed. I was never good to get on a pregnant ladies nerves

“Of course you do, I must stand watch outside” He said calmly like it was the most normal thing in the world to follow your sister in law around like a damn shadow.

“No you don’t” You signed exasperated. “It’s bad enough that I literally can’t go anywhere without you, I’m only going to the bathroom you don’t need to stand puppy guard outside the fucking bathroom door”

 At that Michael tilted his head a little to the side, looking very much like a puppy and said those 6 words and made you start crying “I’m not guarding a puppy though” and his face promptly morphed into a face of shock when tears started to stream at your face. He really didn’t understand humans, especially one like this. She has been mad just seconds ago what happened?!

“Um, Y/N?” he asked, hoping you wouldn’t start yelling at him. He looked around the restaurant and saw people staring, an old lady even shaking her head at him in disgrace and then mouthing ‘how dare you’ at him . Wait what? How dare she! She had no idea what was even going on, it wasn’t any of her business, well other than the fact that there was a pregnant lady crying in front of him and she hadn’t been until a few minutes ago, ok maybe this did look bad.

“Hey um, I’m sorry, you can go to the bathroom alone if you want?” he said confused turning to you, hoping to get you to stop crying, it happened quite a lot ever since ‘the incident’ as they had started to call it.

Sniffling you started to calm down and nodding your head you got up and went to the bathroom leaving a very confused Michael behind. In your defense he knew that this happened a lot but he never quite understood it, neither did you really. The hormones were messing with you quite a bit, not to mention the angel half messing with you. It was hard to be emotionally stable for you. Not to mention that you constantly had a headache, it was hard to get used to the noise, Michael helped sometimes with the pain but it would always come back rather quickly. A cruel reminder of not only what you had gained that fateful day but also what you had lost. How did people live with so much noise it was horrible, sometimes you missed being deaf, although you wouldn’t have minded if, well if things hadn’t ended so poorly. You constantly thought back to that day, permanently engraved into your brain, as well as your arm. You could only think what his voice would sound like if he wasn’t dying.

Sighing sadly you quickly washed your hands, drying them you looked yourself in the mirror. Your belly slightly swollen and only 3 months in. Sam had said that was odd considering that generally people only started showing at the 4 to 5 month mark and that was when most of the growth happened he said. You loved the child in you, having affectionately named them peanut, but you couldn’t imagine raising the child without the love of your life. Gently resting your left on your bump you observed the ring on your finger, the constant reminder that you wouldn’t, no couldn’t fall in love with anyone. You went and opened the door, pulling a smile on your face. Well look on the bright side at least you had convinced Michael to take you out of the bunker.

Ever since that night he had followed you closer than your own shadow would. Claiming it was his right and duty to take care of his brother’s wife and child now that he wasn’t around. It was actually kinda sweet and you had taken to him as one of your best friends although there were instances when it was exhausting to try to teach him everything about human culture and him hanging off you like a sloth on a tree. But it was nice and you felt secure so it was all good.

“You ready?” You ask finally reaching the table you were at before crying over not being able to go to the bathroom alone. Nodding Michael got up, having already paid for the meal while you were in the bathroom it would seem. Leading you outside he opened the passengers door letting you sit inside before shutting the door and going over to the other side and sliding into the driver’s seat.

~~~~~~~~~~Le Time Skip~~~~~~~~~~

           Arriving back at the bunker you quickly left the car and walked into the bunker.

“Sam, Dean” You yelled turning into the library just in time to see Sam chuck a book as far away from him as possible and Dean quickly change the screen on his computer to something you did not actually want to see. Sighing heavily you knew exactly what was going on.

“Guys” You said letting the silence hang in the air, your disappointment evident. The boys had been doing some pretty extensive research since that night. They had looked through everything, googled, dug, traveled, everything they could possibly do to try and find, something anything to get Lucifer back. Of course they had thought, well it happened once, they could find a way for it to happen again, right? They had kept at it until you had realized that you had started to show, the day you saw the baby bump you had finally broken down taking Sam’s book and chucking it across the room yelling at them to stop trying, he was gone he wasn’t coming back and you just needed your brother there with you to help you with the baby. Michael to sum it up was terrified he had never seen anything like it, 3 hunters hugging with you crying hysterically in the middle.

           But as much as you hated to admit it they hadn’t given up, they had told you to your face that they would and in front of you they put up a face of having completely moved on from the topic but you knew better. You knew that they kept looking whenever you weren’t around or in sight, there were subtle hints, but nothing lost on you, a website accidently left open, a book who’s page had coincidently been left open on lore ranging from death to angel feather, Sam asleep on a book what when you tried to grab it would wake up so fast that he would yank it out of your hands before you got a good claiming he wasn’t done with it before running off, Dean constantly checking in on Cas, asking if how the hunt was going when really you knew the only hunt he was doing was hunting down God. Discarded notes that you saw in the trash, crumpled up but with words and indicated what they had been writing down to keep track, until it was useless to their fruitless search, taking it in their hands they would crumple it un and throw it away to keep looking. You knew, you had been witness many times to their research, you knew how it went.

           Taking a deep breath you started talking, “We talked about this” you said quietly placing a hand softly on your belly subconsciously. Something you noticed you had started doing when you needed comfort.

           “Um w-w-what are you talking about” stuttered out Dean, always the one to try to lie his way out of it to spare your feelings, even if he acted like he didn’t care sometimes. “We were just, here, you know, researching normal hunt stuff” he said motioning to everything around him.

           “yeah um” Sam chimed in clearing his throat before continuing “Hunt stuff” he parroted. He really was a terrible liar. You pressed your lips tightly together knowing they were lying, why were they so stubborn.

           “Guys” you started out “Cut the bullshit I know you’re still looking, I’ve seen it, I may have been deaf most of my life but I’m not stupid ok, I thought I told you to stop looking, he’s gone, he’s not coming back and I need to accept that fact if I want to be a good mother, I can’t j get caught up on this, I loved him with my entire soul and yeah it hurts that he’s gone but right now I need to focus on something else, and this isn’t helping, please guys, I just” cutting off you quickly put a hand over your mouth to stifle the sob coming up from your very soul “I just need you” You could feel the tears slowly roll down your cheeks at your words, your voice getting more desperate as you had finished saying what you needed to. God, it hurt, it really hurt, how much you had loved that man, well angel, and how much you missed him. Words could not describe the pain you had been feeling these past few months. You wished that things had gone differently that night but it was how things were and you couldn’t do anything no except hold your head high and hope that the little peanut you were carrying would be as healthy as possible, that nothing would go wrong. You had already lost Lucifer and you were sure as hell that if you lost peanut, you would not be getting back up.

           When no one spoke and at least Sam at least had the decency to look ashamed you turned around and walking away you said “I’m going to my room” effectively leaving them in silence to contemplate exactly how what they were doing was affecting you. Once he knew that you were really gone Sam let his head fall into his folded arms onto the table a heavy sigh escaping his lips. How he hated seeing his sister like that, sure they weren’t blood related but they still loved her as such. I had been hard to accept Lucifer dating her but he still clearly remembers the day he realized that Lucifer actually loved her, the look in Lucifer’s eyes while he looked down at a sleeping y/n in his arms after a particularly tiring hunt, it was like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time, full of wonder and love it actually made his heart hurt from how sweet the moment was. And he kept seeing that face he realized later, over and over again, every time that he looked at you. And you would look at his the exact same way. A match made in heaven, soulmates, destined for each other, the perfect couple. He kept seeing that face whenever he would close his eyes, feeling guilt consume him for not being fast enough for not doing enough that night.

           And then to see her like this, barely keeping it together. He hadn’t seen that look on her face for roughly 3 months the look of true happiness of pure love towards someone. He briefly wondered if he would ever see it again, when he quickly corrected himself. Of course he would see it again, they would get Lucifer back one way or another. They had to.

           “We can’t give up on this Dean” he mumbled from in between his arms, moving his head so that his chin was resting on his folded arms to look across the table at Dean. He knew what your wishes were but he just couldn’t give up, someone had to have hope for this, even if it wasn’t you. Sure Lucifer had done unspeakable things to him but he had seen that change and he had seen the he really could be a good man.

           “I know Sam but, what about her, I don’t want to cause her more heartache than she’s already had to go through, it’s not” Dean sighed while leaning back into his chair dragging his hand down his face. “I just, I don’t know” he said. Dean cared, he cared a lot even if he didn’t show it as much as his brother and that was ok, he showed it in different ways. It was the little things he did, like bringing home banana cream pie instead of his favorite when he knew you were sad or had had a hard hunt. Noticing the things you craved and going out buying them and handing them to you at just the right times the latter a more recent development considering your pregnancy. For God’s sake the man bought your monthly supplies usually dropping them off on your bed about a good week before you were scheduled to start, just in case, along with snacks. And especially when he had pulled Lucifer aside and told him everything he would do to him should he every break your heart and Lucifer had promised not to ever, saying something along the lines of, she was special before and she’s worth everything to me now. Guess that promise was broken, and worst of all, Dean couldn’t even make good on his promise.

           “What about you Michael?” asked Dean, the archangel had been uncharacteristically quiet since the whole ordeal, just standing by the door looking at the boys. “Have you found or do you know of anything?” pressed Dean when Michael remained quiet. At that the archangel moved towards then sitting down on a chair at the end of the table. Clasping his hands together and putting them on the table. Raising an eye brow Dean looked over at his brother as if to silently ask him what the hell Michael was doing while Sam sat up straight suddenly interested in what the angel had to say. At that Michael opened his mouth and started talking.

           “I have told you anything and everything I know concerning the situation, you have looked for everything you possibly can, going through the Library twice, Cas is out looking for or absent Father and I have seen how y/n has been affected by the situation. Do you think I have not TOLD YOU EVERYTHING” yelled Michael by the end his voice raising dangerously high and slamming his hand down at the end of his sentence as if to emphasize his words. Both brothers gulped having the decency to look a bit ashamed but at the same time it couldn’t have hurt to ask right?

“I want my brother back as much as you want to see y/n happy, I regret what happened in that Barn, I should have arrived earlier, I know I should have it was also my fault I had been watching them, I had seen my brother happy but the one day I turned around to do something quickly is the day things go wrong so don’t think this isn’t weighing on my mind as heavily as yours. The least I, we can do is watch her and keep looking, doing anything. I know Cas is looking he’s close, he feels it, we just, we need a little more time” Michael finished with a soft sigh taking his hands and clasping them together again, staring at them as if being in deep thought when really they knew he was just thinking about what he could have done differently .

           “and how much more time do you think we need?” asked Sam

           “I don’t really know” responded Michael, shoulders slumping, silence suffocating the air around them.

 Meanwhile

             Stepping into the ballroom, Cas quickly took in the surrounding area, people coming up and patting him on the back congratulating him. Hmm, weird he had never been to one of these before without one of the Winchesters, he wondered how he was supposed to act without drawing the least amount of attention to himself. Mulling it over quickly he decided that acting like himself would probably be the best option and the most believable. Walking around he kept his eyes up high, this would have been easier with Sam he thought, he could easily see over people. But pushing aside his thought he kept pressing forwards through the crowds of people. He had honestly forgotten how many people could show up to these things, the numbers had only grown since the first time they had come to one of these.

Finally managing to get to the other side of the venue before finally finding where he needed to be, he quickly read the sign placing right outside the door confirming this was the room, stepping  into the smaller room filled with chairs he silently took one in the back drawing as little attention to himself as possible. Glancing at the clock on the wall and remembering the time this was supposed to be over he realized he had to wait another 30 min before he could finally get closer to who they wanted, couldn’t really do it in front of a bunch of, what was it that Dean called then, civils? Whatever, the case was he had to be wary. So he sat and waited, as it turns out It dragged on much longer than needed, he knew he was here and was doing this on purpose, there was no other explanation. As soon as this was over he got up and made his way over to the man he needed. Silently following him although, he was sure he knew he was here. Finally stepping into a room Cas followed, slipping in and hiding behind curtains until the security left.

“It’s ok guys, you can go stand outside” said the man as he waved his hand dismissing the two body guards. Once Cas heard the door click he stepped out to see the figure of his hunt pouring a glass of whisky for himself and Cas. “Well, if it isn’t Castiel, to what do I owe your visit” he asked while handing Cas the drink, looking down at the offered drink Cas made no move to grab the drink while the man shrugged and said “suit yourself, more for me” before drowning both cups quickly, Cas just kept looking at him waiting for him to finish. “Well, I’m all ears” said the man slumping down into a chair in the room.

“You know exactly what I’m here for” Responded Cas clearly a little ticked off with what was happening right now.

“Hmm can’t say that I do” said the figure while throwing a ball up and down, something that hadn’t been there before.

“Fine then” said Cas moving to grab him. “Then I’ll show you” grabbing the man by his arm his quickly whisked them away leaving a tennis ball to bounce a few times on the carpet having been left behind.

 Back at the bunker Sam, Dean and Michael had started to search again after they had taken food to you and made sure you were asleep, the baby really did drain a lot out of you and you were tired and hungry all the time. They were all startled when Cas suddenly appeared on the table with a man.

“Shit!” Yelled Dean dropping the book he was reading, “Cas you can’t just….” He trailed off looked at who Cas had brought with him.

“Holy Hell” said Sam not believing what his eyes were seeing.

“Hell is not Holy” Replied Cas very confused as to why Sam would even say such a thing.

“It’s an expression Castiel, it’s something humans say when they’re shocked about something” replied Chuck sliding off the table. Taking a look at Dean his eyes wandered over the bunker library before finally landing on Michael. “My son” He replied teary eyed, not believing what he was seeing.

“Father” replied Michael with a slight bow of his head

“I wasn’t sure it would work or that it had” Continued Chuck while he kept looking at his son, releasing a breathless laugh. “I’m so glad it did, tell me are your other brothers alive as well, how are they?” clearly excited he went up to his son and just waited for him answer, happiness written over his features until he saw Michaels features fall. “What, what is it?” he asked looking around to catch the Winchesters looks, seeing sadness written all over their faces.

“It’s… complicated father” replied Michael not sure how to tell him.

“There’s a reason Cas has been ‘hunting’ you, for lack of a better term” piped in Dean putting air quotes around the word hunting. Chuck turning back to look at Michael who just pressed his lips together and gave as stiff nod.

“What, what’s happened, tell me” demanded Chuck. The man, nay the God had barely figured out that his spell had worked to bring his 4 oldest children, he needed answers, did something go wrong, was Lucifer making a mess again? Or was it Rafael this time, maybe Gabriel was on the run again. Or maybe Michael was human, and that’s why he was with the Winchesters but that was impossible he could clearly see the grace in him, what had these men so worked up.

“It’s about…” Sam started before being cut off by a very drowsy, very angry female voice coming from the door frame.

“What’s he doing here” You snapped out. The loud noise in the library having startled up awake, so you had done the only logical thing, get up and investigate, you certainly weren’t expecting this and to say you were angry was an understatement, you were livid. You thought you had made yourself very clear.

“We uh” stuttered out Dean

“Hello y/n” greeted Cas after not having seen you in a few weeks.

“Y/N” said Michael

“It’s not what it looks like” yelled out Sam. All the yelling at the same time brought a sharp pain to your head, bringing your hand up to your temple, you closed your eyes and made a noise of protest. All four of them shut up and you felt, rather than heard someone come up to you. You didn’t know that anyone could be that quiet, it was refreshing to actually use your other senses rather than just relay on your hearing, you had missed feeling the vibrations through your feet. Looking up you came face to face with the  one man you had never expected to see. Your fiancés father, your would be father in law. Everyone was quiet while they took in your interaction, a silent conversation using your eyes rather than words, something you hadn’t done since Lucifer had died. Chuck quickly looking you over taking special interest on your left hand resting on your swollen belly. He swallowed thickly before looking up at you. And that’s when you saw it in his eyes, he knew, he had figured it out.

“You know,” Chuck started out “The first time Lucifer saw your soul, he was but a millennium old and he stole it from the vault, I don’t know how he did it, but seeing you now.” He paused and taking a hand he reached up and wiped the tears streaming down your face, the ones you hadn’t noticed had started. “I’m pretty sure you had something to do with it too, and yet you were still just a soul” he said while shaking his head as if looking at an endearing child who had done something wrong but just couldn’t tell them what they had done was wrong.

“He always said that this soul” he said while placing another hand right over your heart “was his soul and he would find it one day, I’m just glad he did” he finished taking you in his arms and letting you sob freely into his neck, gripping him tightly as sobs racked your body both sinking to the floor. Clutching onto him, your hands gripping his shirt tightly while he rubbed your back soothingly to try to get you to calm down. “It’s ok y/n, we’ll get him back, you need to calm down, it’s not good for the babies” He said. The words getting lost on you in your grief but not on the two angels and the Winchesters who gave each other looks, eyes wide. No wonder you were already showing so early.

“It’s ok y/n” He kept repeating like a mantra. “We’ll get him back daughter, we’ll get him back” he said while holding you close and letting you cry it all out. With only one thought on his mind. Lucifer was coming back again, he had to, he would find a way, not for him this time but for his son’s little family. He had to.

 Finally calmed down enough, Michael had picked you up and set you down on the couch where you feel asleep quickly exhausted from crying, arms wrapped protectively around your stomach and blanket draped over you, the only blanket that still smelled of Lucifer thanks to Michael who had done some weird stuff so that no matter how much you washed it, it would still have his smell, obviously it was your favorite and the one that brought your most comfort.

“Ok, what do you have, what have you found, I need anything and everything if we’re going to be able to bring him back, nothing is off limits” he told the boys quickly glancing over to you, doing a double take when he saw a black smudge on your arm, it couldn’t be, he arm shouldn’t have survived. It should have been burned off, unless. He quickly walked over and taking your arm he slowly tuned it, looking at the clear impression of his sons feather on her arm. They really were soulmates weren’t they. Setting his face he knew that there was no going back on this now, he would make it happen if it was the last thing he did.

[ibelieveinahappilyeverafter]

To Land On Your Feet - Chapter 06

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Summary: Aizawa Shouta had a good life. He was a happily married pro-hero teacher, had two cats that loved to make his life difficult, and soon, if things went well, he would have Shinsou Hitoshi as a son. Thanks to an unexpected attack by a man with the League of Villains, though, Shouta is turned into a cat. While he had a fondness for cats, that never meant he wanted to be one, especially when no one seems to recognize him and his friends and family are trying to find him when he’s right there.

He had been planning to find a way to change back, but instead he ends up following Shinsou Hitoshi to the foster home he lives in after hearing some worrying information from the teen himself. Shouta himself was guilty of venting his frustrations to cats, but hearing that Hitoshi would be locked outside in the cold if he was late getting home was just another clue among countless that something was wrong. He has to get back to normal, but he’d be a poor hero and a shit father-to-be if he didn’t follow the kid and make sure he was okay.

Besides, quirks like this usually had a time limit. Right?

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                                           Chapter Six

Soft, warm rays of golden morning sunlight fell across him just right to start warming Shouta’s skin without landing on his face and rudely awakening him. The blankets must have been kicked off sometime in the night, Shouta not too worried about it as he stretched out his body, fingers curling through the air like a cat’s might; something Hizashi routinely teased him about.

Hizashi himself was no doubt already up and making coffee for them both, humming to himself loudly and offkey where he probably hadn’t even bothered to put in his hearing aids, yet. The mental image of a moment he had seen thousands of mornings before had Shouta finally finding the strength to crack his eyes open.

When the blurring of the world didn’t fully clear up even after blinking, Shouta felt a mild spike of panic work its way through him before everything came back with startling clarity.

Instead of being at home and waking up with his husband and their cats, Shouta was a cat and was in the room of Shinsou Hitoshi.

‘So much for it all being a dream, huh, kid?’ Shouta looked down to Hitoshi, the teen curled up in a small ball and hiding as much as possible from the world at large. Shouta stepped over him carefully before sitting down on his other side in the perfect position to block the rising sun out of the kid’s face for a while longer.

Staring down at Hitoshi’s troubled expression, even in sleep, Shouta decided that he needed to tell Hitoshi that his new cat friend was actually him. The kid wasn’t just stressed out of his mind about all of this, but Shouta needed him to know that he wasn’t going to be staying in this home much longer. He needed Hitoshi to know that Shouta was in his corner and was going to get him out as soon as possible.

It would no doubt be embarrassing considering the last day and how affectionate Hitoshi had been to him, but they would both get over it soon enough; either that or just repress it entirely. Besides, it was better than keeping it secret and then having Hitoshi find out much later at a horrible time. Shouta would like to avoid that cliché, if possible.

‘You get to sleep for one more hour, kid, and then we have stuff to do, got it?’ Shouta gently tapped his paw against Hitoshi’s cheek, wishing he could laugh as the teen’s expression scrunched up into a little pout before he was curling up under his blanket even more. It was cute. ‘Don’t worry. You’ll be out of here soon, Hitoshi.’

After drifting off himself for a while, Shouta woke Hitoshi up by jumping on top of him much like his cats did to him. Hitoshi’s reaction of a startled grunt and gasp combo as he flailed for a moment was amusing, so Shouta could at least see why they did it. He felt a touch bad when Hitoshi only woke up dutifully before digging him up some actual food, a bowl of water, and opening the window for him.

After their breakfasts, though, Shouta set himself to work, trying to figure out the best way to go about letting Hitoshi know. If nothing else, he supposed he should at least start simple.

Jumping up onto Hitoshi’s desk, Shouta started pushing his way through the pile of papers, ignoring Hitoshi’s quiet, “What are you doing, kitty?”

‘Doing our best to not embarrass us both,’ Shouta grumbled, finally seeing what he wanted. Grabbing the packet of papers with his teeth, Shouta hopped down and dragged the work over to Hitoshi, setting it down and placing his paw right above the place that gave the instructor’s name. Considering the work was for Hero Ethics, that meant it was Shouta’s name on the paper.

“Whoa, hey, if you wanted to play then there’s no need to tear up my homework.” Hitoshi picked the papers up and gave him a stern frown, Shouta not even bothering to acknowledge it.

He supposed that having Hitoshi guess right at the first attempt would be a little too easy. Maybe if he tried something else…

Ready to try again, Shouta froze at seeing something small and quick pass his field of vision. He pounced on it before he fully knew what it was, claws sinking in and unfamiliar growl in the back of his throat before he paused at seeing it was a soft toy attached to a long piece of string. Following the string with his eyes, he looked up to see a beaming Hitoshi.

“So you do know how to play!” Oh. Hitoshi was trying to play with him, which was made clear as he wiggled the string, the toy moving by result. Shouta let it go, sitting back for a moment.

‘Kid, I’m not sure which one of us is going to be more embarrassed once this is all over.’ The constant movement of the toy had Shouta pouncing against just to stop it, Hitoshi giving a bright laugh. His expression was already so different from that broken one of last night.

Hitoshi wiggled the toy free and started dangling it again, cooing a quiet, “Come on, kitty, you can do it.”

It was insulting on multiple levels, but maybe Shouta could use this as a chance to test his new reflexes. ‘Just to be clear, kid, I’m doing this because I pity you.’ He had a feeling that neither Hizashi nor Hitoshi would believe that.

After a while of playing and then an hour of resting while Hitoshi went off to do the bulk of his chores, Shouta tried more attempts to let Hitoshi know who he really was.

Since the papers didn’t work, he went digging through the room again, pleased when he found a gray scarf. Wrapping it around his neck as best he could had only earned him a laugh and his picture taken.

Pushing open the closet door and trying to point out the Eraserhead poster had him banned from the closet and Hitoshi trying to play with him again to ‘get rid of some of his energy.’

Attempting to pick up a pen and write with it had also failed, seeing as his paws didn’t have enough flexibility for what he wanted. He attempted writing with his mouth, but the positioning was all wrong and, on top of that, Hitoshi had taken his pen back.

Starting to get desperate, Shouta had waited until he had eye contact with Hitoshi to start blinking in Morse code, settling for a short and simple SOS. Instead of shock and worry as he had hoped for, Hitoshi instead scrunched up his nose, muttering, “I only know what it means when a cat slow blinks once, but what are you doing right now?”

‘You’re starting to kill me here, kid.’ Shouta would need to make sure to teach a course in Morse code, common sign language words, and hand signals once he got back. Voiceless communication was a key part of being a pro, after all, considering some of the situations a hero often found themselves in. ‘You’re supposed to be my one smart student, Hitoshi.’ Still, Shouta found it within him to give one long and slow blink much like he often did to Hizashi some days.

“Aw! I really love you, too!” Shouta had arms wrapped around him and a face full of fluffy purple hair, trying to figure out what had just happened as Hitoshi hugged him tightly.

‘Oi, oi, kid, you do know slow blinks mean trust, right?’ Shouta didn’t bother putting up a fight, only sighing and letting himself relax. It wasn’t like Hitoshi was wrong in his assumptions, really.

After exhausting a few more other attempts, including knocking things off Hitoshi’s desk that started with the first letters of his last name, Shouta finally collapsed on Hitoshi’s bed, letting the teen play with his paws as he rambled to him about anything and everything that crossed his mind. He would have tried to take his paws back, but he was both too tired and could still remember Hitoshi’s little, “I’m not angry, just disappointed.” when he had thrown an eraser off the desk with a little too much force earlier.

‘At least I know you won’t give in to our cats, I guess.’ Shouta had wasted almost the entire day and had nothing to show for it. He supposed Hitoshi didn’t strictly need to know, but it would have made things easier.

“...and I think Aizawa-sensei looked proud of me at the end, but it’s hard to tell with him, sometimes. I think if anything he was probably just happy to see that all of the time he’s wasted on me actually led to something. Besides, Kaminari was fine once he woke up, so that probably helped.”

Hitoshi had been talking about Class 1-A and ‘Aizawa-sensei’ for almost half an hour, now, but Shouta noticed just how much the kid seemed to casually put himself down over something. He knew it was bad, but he had no idea it had reached this level. Just how much of himself did he normally hide? ‘You have to know I’m proud of you by now, don’t you?’

Hitoshi had always been a quiet person, but there was a difference between a natural silence and that of being trained to be silent. After last night, Shouta had an idea of where Hitoshi’s silence had stemmed from.

“Oh, but you know, Yamada-sensei is pretty amazing, too.” Well, that was something they could agree on, at least. “Aizawa-sensei has been the one training me and risking everything for me, but Yamada-sensei… I don’t know. He helps with my training, sometimes, but he usually brings snacks and water and makes sure I’m eating and sleeping okay. He acts like he cares.”

‘That’s because he does. All he can talk about these days is how much he’s looking forward to spending time with you and how excited he is that you might be willing to come live with us.’ Shouta was much the same, of course. That had no doubt been what Hizashi had wanted that missed dinner to be about. It would have been the perfect time to broach the topic with Hitoshi and ask him if he thought about having a different foster home.

“You know that they’re actually married, those two?” Hitoshi squeezed at his still captured paws, seemingly distracted for a moment by the claws. Shouta could understand why his own cats escaped or nipped at him when he did this, but he could put up with a bit of discomfort for Hitoshi’s own comfort. It didn’t hurt, after all, it just felt… weird. “They’re complete opposites, but I guess there’s that whole saying about opposites attracting. It makes a lot more sense, though, when you realize Aizawa-sensei has a sense of humor.”

‘Oi, what’s that supposed to mean?’ Shouta wished he could at least meow or hiss to show his displeasure at that statement, but all noises he made came out loud so far, and the last thing Shouta wanted to do was risk getting Hitoshi in trouble. ‘Trouble magnet and having no fear for insulting your teachers. You’ll fit right in with my class.”

“Yamada-sensei is actually amazing, you know. A lot of people in my class call him a loudmouth, but I usually manage to trip them or kick their chair or something because he’s great and also crazy smart? Did you know he offered to teach me JSL one time?” Oh, this story. Shouta had heard it a dozen times from Hizashi but hearing it from Hitoshi was a new one.

“I went to the teacher lounge one time to find my own English teacher; Yamada-sensei doesn’t teach mine. He only teaches the hero kids, but, um, my teacher wasn’t there, so Yamada-sensei offered to help me with what I was struggling with since he knew me from Aizawa-sensei’s training with me. I wasn’t really struggling with my homework, though, I was sort of having trouble with this English book I was reading. Mic-sensei walked me through it and then we ended up talking about English and other languages and he almost seemed impressed with me.”

‘He was. He came home that day and wouldn’t shut up about this clever General Education student who was leagues ahead of everybody else. He’s excited to work with you and teach you.’ Shouta flexed his paws, thinking on how he had never wanted to talk more than he wanted to in the last couple of days. Now, especially, when Hitoshi was talking to him and confessing his fears.

As soon as this mess was over, Shouta promised himself that he was going to tell Hitoshi everything he needed to hear to put most, maybe not all, but most, of his worries to rest. ‘You’ve spent so many months with us, and you still always put yourself down. Don’t you know by now that you’ll never be a waste of space?’

“You know, it’s nice to actually have someone to talk to instead of just talking to empty air.” Hitoshi reached over and dragged Shouta into his lap, Shouta not bothering to fight against. He was mildly impressed, if anything, that Hitoshi had managed to pull so much weight considering Shouta, even as a cat, did not seem light.

“I’m not allowed to talk in the house unless I’m in my room- Well, actually, I’m not supposed to talk at all when I’m in the house, but it’s usually okay as long as they don’t hear me.” Hitoshi laughed, scratching at Shouta’s ruff and not seeming to realize that Shouta was having a crisis because Hitoshi wasn’t allowed to what?

He was almost certain he was growling before becoming mildly distracted by Hitoshi scratching at his back. That didn’t stop him from feeling like a useless everything, though. Hitoshi had been training him with for months, and yet Shouta had never dared to think things were this bad. He had failed on all levels; as a teacher, as a pro hero, as a father.

‘I’m going to get you out of here if it’s the last thing I do, Hitoshi. I promise that I’ll get you out of this house.’ That explained the ‘conversation’ between Hitoshi and his current foster father, as well, Shouta supposed. Hitoshi had been silent because he wasn’t allowed to be otherwise.

“Thanks for the sentiment,” Hitoshi laughed, rubbing at Shouta’s cheeks, now. “You’re pretty familiar, you know, but I know I’ve never seen a cat your size before. Maybe we met when you were a kitten? There’s no need to growl, though, okay? I may not be allowed to talk, but that’s fine. I’ve never been allowed to talk in any of my other foster homes, really. Not even my schools wanted to risk it, although U.A. is proving to be an anomaly so far. I still don’t want to risk talking too much, though, you know?”

Hitoshi had on a bitter expression, fingers digging into Shouta’s fur as if he was trying to ground himself. “That’s why I talk to cats like you so much. I can’t brainwash a cat, right?” Oh, Hitoshi. “It’s just better if I don’t talk. My quirk can hurt too many people, if I let it.”

Shouta felt his heart stop, eyes wide as he stared up at Hitoshi because… that wasn’t Hitoshi’s voice he was fully hearing. There was another voice layered over top; a voice that spoke those words fifteen years ago.

“Why I’m so quiet? Oh, well, it’s just better if I don’t talk too much, you know? My quirk is dangerous, Aizawa-kun. It can hurt way too many people, if I let it.”

“Speaking of quirks that could hurt people, though, you’re lucky you don’t have to go to my school! I mean, what were they thinking throwing a bunch of teenage hero hopefuls into the same class and school. I swear I saw half of Class 1-A running and jumping around on rooftops as ���training-’ Hey, you think Aizawa-sensei would let me do that for a training session? It actually looked like fun.”

Shouta stared up at Hitoshi as the boy jabbered on, hands waving about as he told story after story. Here, in this little tucked away corner of a room that looked far too clean and far too empty, he looked more like a teenager than Shouta had ever seen. His eyes were bright, his words kept getting interrupted by his own laughter, and he had a small smile that turned into something bright and beaming at the right stories.

Ever since Shouta had taken on Hitoshi as a student he had heard comment after comment about how Hitoshi resembled him enough to be his own child. Considering the dark hair and eyes, the blank, dour expression, and the bags that forever seemed attached under his eyes, Shouta had never managed a strong defense. Now, though…

Hitoshi had his hair gelled up and back, his eyes were bright in excitement in the middle of a story he was telling, his hands were flying about through the air to help him convey his excitement, and his smile was getting wide and toothy as he burst into laughter at something he had said himself. The kid was an excitable chatterbox and looked to enjoy talking to someone - anyone - more than anything else.

Shouta stared at Hitoshi and he didn’t see himself. Instead, the only one he could see was Hizashi. Shouta knew, in that moment, that if he were human he would be tearing up, dry eye be damned. Hitoshi was so much like them that it hurt.

Hitoshi looked exactly like Hizashi did when he was in the middle of a story he was enjoying telling and the similarities were so striking it felt like the breath was knocked out of him every time he looked at him. Shouta wondered if this was what Hizashi felt like when he saw Hitoshi acting like Shouta.

He acted so much like their child, but Shouta… Shouta had never really thought about having children. Between his own fucked up childhood, his choice to become a pro hero, and his and Hizashi’s crazy work hours, he had never even thought it would be possible for them to have children. There was too much risk and endangering a child had never seemed worth that risk. Then Hitoshi had walked into their lives.

‘Hizashi would mock me for getting this sentimental,’ Shouta grumbled to himself, ears twitching as he realized it was quiet. Looking up, he saw Hitoshi was staring down at him with a thoughtful expression. ‘What?’

“You know, you don’t have a name, yet, do you?” Well, technically he did, but he supposed Hitoshi wasn’t going to be figuring that out for himself anytime soon. “And with the way you keep glaring at me, I don’t think you like being called kitty.”

‘Not by you, kid.’ Shouta stretched out before sitting up, looking Hitoshi in the eye and trying to see if the kid had the ability to read minds as well as brainwash. ‘I’m your missing teacher, Aizawa Shouta, and if you give me a horrible name then I will make our next training session hell for you.’

Hitoshi didn’t even flinch, so Shouta assumed that didn’t work. He did start mumbling to himself, though. “Let’s see, you need a name that’s easy and quick to say and won’t be too suspicious if someone in the house overheard me saying it. It has to be a good name, though! Hm. Something for a cat that’s strong, can strike terror into the heart of his enemies, and is good for a protector.”

‘Hitoshi. Our cats at home are named Jelly and Snowball. You really don’t need to put in this much thought to name a cat.’ Shouta was amused despite himself, though, patient as Hitoshi rubbed at Shouta’s cheek for a moment before grinning.

“Alright, I got it. The perfect name!” Hitoshi was beaming and looking far too excited and Shouta did his best to promise himself that he wouldn’t mock whatever name Hitoshi gave him too much. “I’ll call you… Eraser!”

Shouta felt his tail lash through the air as he stared up at the excited, almost breathless expression. The only thing on his mind was a sharp, incredulous, ‘Are you fucking kidding me?’

His strangled screech of a ‘meow’ only had Hitoshi laughing and starting to chatter away again, the expression unrepentant and an exact copy of Hizashi’s when he had suggested naming one of their cats Present Meow

‘You’re going to be the end of me, kid.’ At least Hitoshi was smiling.

[createandconstruct]

I am so sorry to bother you but I'm pretty sure your wrote this amazing story over the summer about Betty and Archie looking for Jug and when they find him in the snow he had been hit by a car and you left it off on kind of a cliffhanger with FP climbing down to find them and it was the best story I have ever read!!! Just wondering if you might ever go back to it..I know a ton of people would be thrilled. Have a great day.

O H MY GOODNESS!!!!!!!!!! @leigh3114​!!!!!!!!!! YOU’RE GONNA MAKE MY HEART EXPLODE!!!!!!!!!  I SWEAR TO YOU.  I S W E A R. If I start a fic I am 100% going to finish it. 

The next chapter of Keeping the Old has been in the works since I posted the last one and trust me I have not given up on it! I hit a lot of road blocks and I ended up reworking chapter 7 from scratch into something I think you’ll really enjoy! I’m always thinking about my fics and how badly I want to update them (I more often than not have the google doc for keeping the old open), but sometimes it’s hard for me to find time to write, if only because I’m a full time student. 

However! Spring break is almost here and I’m gonna sit myself down and get myself to finish! Especially when I’ve got a wonderful reader like you!!!! I can’t let you down!!!!!! I promise you it will be soon but until then as a little treat… I’ll give a preview for the beginning of Keeping the Old chapter 7 “Downhill from here” :

The shadowed edges slid away as he blinked once, twice, and then sluggishly pulled his arm along his eyes. With a new sense of clarity, the dark outline of the couch slowly morphed into recognizable pillows and the last memory he had rang through his head again.

He’d promised he wouldn’t do this again.

Any of this: Falling asleep when he only wanted to rest his eyes. Crashing on the couch instead of a air mattress bed. Waiting in an empty trailer for someone probably wouldn’t make it home.

It was a stupid thought, looking back now. All of it. Mostly the sleep thing.

Put your head down and you’re out for the count. Wait around with a doggy bag of diner food as a poorly disguised excuse for a check-in for a parent who couldn’t find their way back before the crack of dawn…well…

He should expected the food to go cold.

Pushing to his side, Jughead dropped his hand to skim along the floor for the belongings he should have dropped there. A brush against the center rug told him he had gone to far and he retreated back, hand patting as it went, until he skimmed the edge of his bag. With his face smushed into the seat of the couch he went about searching the pockets. He moved about the crumpled bag methodically, the far off kitchen clock ticking along to each inch he moved and besides that sound seemed nonexistent. Outside the trailer, the world had probably ended - no Serpent bikes revving or Sunnyside park dogs howling - that or he’d fallen asleep in another much quieter neighborhood. Though, even the Andrews’ second floor was plagued by the late night dog bark or teenage speeder cutting through Elm’s Street.

His mind flickered away from the stiff belly of the floral cushions to a scene of deflating air mattresses just about the time his thumb hit the metal spiral of a notebook along with the plastic side of his phone case.

“Oh shit-” Suddenly he was wide awake pulling himself up and bringing his phone to his face.

The screen blinked alive with a horrible time that had him groaning.

2:18 AM

“Great. Fantastic,” he muttered through his palm just as it slid down his face to rest over his mouth. How long had he been staying with the Andrews’ and already he was screwing things up? Not that Fred seemed the guy to throw him back onto the street - he wouldn’t right? - not when he knew how Jughead had been living? Not when Fred had done the same thing to his dad some years ago? - the denial only left a sizzling burn up and down his sternum.

The phone screen mocked the time at him - 2:19am and officially a full minute of couch crash regret -  as he tapped into his messages while reaching down to throw the strap of his messenger bag over his shoulder. He stood, trying to ignore the ache in his knees and the need to crack his back, while he found himself with only his own last outgoing message to Archie and with notebook falling from his opened bag to the floor.

Hey gigolo, headed back from Pop’s. You down for burgers tonight?

In retrospect, it wasn’t as funny as he thought it was - not to mention it was hiding a slight lie - but it had brought a stupid grin to his face when he’d sent it off at Pop’s counter while three burgers sizzled over the diner grills.

Now it left him carving out a hollow part of him while he turned a head to his notebook. Science notebook, his eyes told him as he blinked at the familiar black cover and the clearing memory that he definitely had kind of homework that he definitely forgot about. With one hand he made a grab for the thing and then struggled to shove it back into place while scrolling through his phone checking - hoping? - for any panicked messages from a backlash of it’s 2am do you know where your Jughead is?

Nope.

Just his own gigolo-Archie material from three hours ago.

He licked the film from the front of his teeth. Either the world really had ended everywhere but in the poorly heated den of his father’s trailer or-

HIs phone was shoved into his jacket pocket so this time the strap of his bag really was straightened and the flap of his bag was closed. And, oh yeah, wasn’t that that homework some huge lab report due tomorrow that he didn’t finish and didn’t care because what did it matter if he made it home or not-

The Pop’s bags still sat at the edge of the round table.

He’d stalked into the kitchen, hoping to end the jumbling of his thoughts. And just like when he dropped them there, a strangling tension was back in his throat. Clenching his teeth, keeping his breathing steady, he grabbed for the crumpled bag that held his and Archie’s smushed and less than edible dinner. The other bag, fell to its side. A swirling stain of brown leaked through the white of it, bringing a damp shadow onto the printed chock'lit shoppe logo.

The analog clock tsked at him while he stood undecided between the fridge and the front door. His teeth played with the skin of his lip until a piece tore away from him to swallow. His feet  sunk into the slits of the kitchen floor tile all the while his phone remained still, and the warm spot he’d made on the couch was going cold. When he’d stalked his way across town to the trailer two hours earlier and found himself unsurprised at the missing truck outside hadn’t he reasoned that this was better? No one would notice he was here.

Even with an out of place, obviously left by your son, burger bag, a stumbling hazy eyed man would probably miss it as sign of his lingering presence so…

“Whatever,” he choked and the clock settled onto 2:23. The next minute felt like a countdown for him to change his mind so he didn’t waste anytime. His beanie and satchel were straightened and his phone dropped into his pocket. His Pop’s bag hung in his hand by his thigh as he pulled open the door to the outside timeless town.

A frigid whip caught him across the face.

His eyes fought to open from the sting and when they crack with open with tears he was left blinded by the blend of shadows with the beginning cover of white along every surface he could spot. Jughead peered across the trailer park, just barely, he could hear the kitchen clock slur into a slower tick. Time really had been frozen it seemed. Iced over in a early autumn snowfall. He felt his body lean back, considering the idea.

Throwing the bags in the fridge, staying wrapped in the warmth in the trailer, sucking up his father’s arrival at dawn.

The wind swirled and snapped at his eyes with tiny flakes of white. Some reasonable piece of him could already see that what awaited him - a bare minimum lecture from Fred and early morning science homework with Archie who definitely didn’t finish his either - was better than the ritual  with his father that awaited him here.

Yeah, the prospect of walking back wasn’t bad at all.

Jughead shut the door.

[franklyshipping]

Asking of me ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

Google gritted his teeth as Wilford looked to him imploringly, he knew Wilford was entirely innocent and most likely didn’t mean to be so….consistent. However, Google decided that he wanted to change things up a little.

'Did you say “flinging puppies”? Searching instead for flinging puppies…’

'WHAT?! Nonono cancel cancel!!’

Google repressed a grin at Wilford’s mortified expression, Wilford shuddered and sighed.

'Jesus….okay let’s try something else…’

Google waited patiently as Wilford racked his brains, the droid felt a small bubble of excitement at the thought of toying with Wilford a little.

'Oh oh! How about kittens playing?’

Google’s eyes shone a little at Wilford’s innocent, hopeful look; his lips twitched as he spoke.

'Did you say “kitten flaying”? Searching instead for kitten flayi-’

'AHHH NO NO NO! DARK I THINK THERE’S SOMETHING WRONG WITH GOOGLE?!’

There were in a spacious living room currently, Google was sat on a two person couch with Wilford situated next to him. The only other person in the room was Darkiplier, he was in his armchair with a newspaper in hand. He looked up and flicked his eyes between the two of them.

'Perhaps it’s your voice Wilford.’

Wilford glared lightly and folded his arms as Dark chuckled gently, Google perceived that he too enjoyed playing around with Wilford.

'It isn’t! He was perfectly fine before!’

Dark furrowed his eyebrows, he flicked his eyes to the droid curiously as Wilford pouted and inspected his nails. Google locked eyes with the serene man, who then raised his eyebrow minimally and flicked his head towards Wilford. Google looked over to the distracted man before looking back to Dark with a small shrug and a smile, Dark smirked slightly.

'Wilford, perhaps you should try again? Try speaking slower.’

Wilford sighed and turned back to Google who had quickly schooled his features, he gave Wilford his attention as Dark discarded his paper so he could watch the scene.

'Alright fine, search mon-ster truck-ing Google.’

Google’s shoulders shook with the force of holding back his laughter.

'Did you say “monsters fucking google”? Searching inste-’

'NO I FUCKING DIDN’T THAT’S GROSS!’

Dark burst into loud, rumbling laughter as Wilford grimaced and cringed heavily. Google could no longer hold himself back as his chest shook with gentle chuckling, Wilford immediatly looked at him confusedly.

'Wait and now he’s shaking? Dark what’s the robot version of a seizure?!’

Dark was encased in laughter as he shook his head, he grinned heavily at Google before looking to a concerned and confused Wilford.

'Hehe’s not hahaving a seizure, he’s laughing yohou moron….’

Wilford’s face immediatly slackened as he stared at Google, taking in his light chuckles and wide grin as a wave of realisation passed through him. He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes.

'Oh you piece of shit…’

Google smirked widely at Wilford’s annoyed and slightly embarrassed state, Wilford raised his eyebrows.

'Oh this is funny to you is it?’

Google’s mirth dimmed a little at the warning in Wilford’s voice, he picked up the new glimmer in his eyes and tensed his body readily. Despite Wilford’s tone, he still smiled as he retorted.

'It is somewhat amusing, yes.’

Wilford narrowed his eyes at Google who snickered gently, in his head Wilford made a decision.

'I’m gonna give you….five seconds, to run.’

Google’s eyes widened a little, there was a small spark in his core that acted as his equivalent to adrenaline as he bolted from the couch. He ran out of the room, the sound of his breathing loud in his ears before he registered the sound of fast approaching footsteps; he turned and found himself grinning at the sight of Wilford approaching him. They were both smiling, how could you not during a cat and mouse chase?

'You can go faster than that can’t you Wilford?’

He heard a loud growl emanate from behind him as the footsteps inched closer.

'YOU ARE SO GETTING IT GOOGLE!’

Google was mid-laugh when a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around him from behind, he let out a surprised shout as he was forced to the floor on his back; he looked up to see Wilford smirking triumphantly, and also quiet breathlessly.

'I…told you I’d…get you….’

Wilford gasped for breath as he sat on top of Google’s thighs, there was a short silence before the latter mumbled with a smirk.

'Tahake your time Wilford, don’t over exert yourself….’

'RIGHT THAT’S IT!’

Wilford yelled before digging his fingers into the droid’s sides, wiggling them furiously. Google’s eyes widened as a strangled yelp left his lips, making Wilford retract his fingers with a shocked expression; he grinned slowly.

'Oh…my…GOD!’

Google tried to clear his throat but the nervous glitches and jitters still plagued his voice, he shuddered under Wilford’s stare.

'W-w-wilford y-yo-ou do-on’t ne-’

'Ihi didn’t thihink that would actually wohork!’

Wilford cackled loudly as Google averted his eyes, a turquoise flush of enbarrassment slowly rising as Wilford’s eyes gleamed mischievously. Wilford decided to reach forward and spider over the exposed sides before him, and he was well rewarded.

'Ahahahaha nohohoho!’

Google jumped and jerked at the sudden sensations coursing through his synapses, Wilford was ecstatic as he squeezed the synthetic flesh curiously.

'Oh this is just perfect…’

Wilford sneered as Google tried to bat at his arms, but Wilford’s determination outshone Google’s strength as he decided to move up to dig into his ribs.

'NOHOHO STAHAHAHAP!’

Google cackled heavily as he tried clamping his arms over Wilford’s hands, which didn’t really do much. Wilford pinched the bones through his victim’s thin t-shirt, relishing in what he managed to coax out.

'Ticklish ribs G?’

He snickered when Google tried to glare at him from behind his spectacles, but his wide grin meant his expression morphed to one of…well, constipation essentially.

'CEHEHEHEASE THIHIHIS AHAHAT OHOHONCE!’

Wilford raised an eyebrow at Google’s demand, humming in faked thought as he wormed his fingers into the droid’s underarms.

'So impolite jeez, did no one ever teach ya the word please?’

Google howled as Wilford tortured his underarms, his laughter was pitched high and almost seemed to jump and twist round the room as Google himself jumped and squirmed.

'FUHUHUHUHUCK YOHOHOU!’

Wilford snickered gently.

'I’ll take that as a no…’

Wilford experimentally scribbled at the sides of Google’s neck, grinning as the droid brought his shoulders up with a loud screech.

'NAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!!!’

'Ooooh, bad tickle spot huh?’

Google was almost desperate as he tried to squeeze Wilford’s fingers between his head and shoulders, but that only allowed them to be trapped as they kept torturing the sensitive area.

'STAHAHAHAHAP YOHOHOU IHIHIMBEHECIHILE!!!’

Google was still attempting to glare which amused Wilford to no end as he narrowed his eyes at the droid beneath him.

'You realise you are doing yourself no favours by insulting me right?’

Wilford slowed his touch momentarily to allow Google to breath, since that was something he did need to do. Google didn’t reply as he panted heavily, and settled for setting an annoyed expression onto his features; Wilford sighed.

'Alright, if that’s how ya want it….’ Wilford resumed his scratching and flicking at Google’s neck, making the droid yelp and descend back into desperate laughter.

'AHAHAHAHA WAHAHAHAHAIT!!!’

Wilford snickered heavily and mischievously.

'I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way!’

Google grinned widely as warm saline fluid began to build at the corners of his eyes, he knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. But Google would be damned if he submitted to Wilford Warfstache.

'STAHAHAHAP YOHOHOHOU FUHUHUHUCKIHIHING AHAHAHASS!!!’

Google shook and writhed defenselessly, Wilford sneered as he reached round to the back of the droid’s neck and squeezed roughly; he tutted a little.

'If only you were more polite, maybe then I’d let up on ya!’

Google grimaced as he shook and seemed to spasm, warm tears streamed down his cheeks. He had no choice. 'M

'PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!!’

Wilford grinned satisfactorily as he removed his fingers, Google gasped heavily as his eyes blinked and fluttered.

'Now, that wasn’t too hard was it?’

'Y-YE-ES!!’

Wilford was grinning widely at Google’s flustered demeanour, he shuffled off his thighs and watched curiously as Google breathed and ran a hand through his hair to neaten it. Google was relaxing a little more, especially now that his sensors were no longer being….over exerted, so to speak. There was a little silence as the two of them sat somewhat awkwardly, but after a few minutes Wilford found himself speaking up.

'Look I uh…I’m sorry if I kept asking stuff of you, I get now that it was probably really annoying-’

'Do not apologise Wilford….’

Google interrupted, smiling gently at the normally joyful man; who here and now was plagued with immense guilt. Wilford looked up at him carefully as he rested a gentle hand on his shoulder.

'To be fair, I did not notify you of how I felt, so you are utterly blameless.’

Wilford chuckled with a new grin as Google removed his hand after giving his shoulder a light pat, it was a nice comfort.

'That makes a change…’

Google laughed loudly as he stood, offering a hand to Wilford who grasped it gratefully. They both sighed as they adjusted their appearances accordingly, Google smiled genuinly as Wilford wiggled his moustache reflexively. Said man turned to him with a wide, hopeful expression.

'Ya wanna watch some puppy videos with me?’

Google’s lips wavered. He smiled again but….something in his core seemed to, just pause. And then continue. He blinked amidst his hesitation before nodding, Wilford cheered a little and was none the wiser to what Google had experienced. Wilford grabbed his wrist and dragged Google along. Emotionless. Robotic. A Machine. I think not.

hope you guys enjoy and tell me if ya did because i srsly appreciate and respect your opinions and shit so yeah 😆 luv yous xx

[kpopthispussyyy]

BTS reaction to their black girlfriend facing racism/ignorance

Namjoon

Namjoon would be absolutely livid. He’d be confused at first when you both got pulled over by a cop. He knew you weren't speeding, so what the hell? 

“Here we go again.” You'd whisper to yourself, not aware that Namjoon was watching you.

He’d watch silently as the cop asked for your license and registration. He’d notice smug look on the cops face as he told you that there was a robbery near by and you resembled the suspect.

“Wait wait wait wait. Describe the suspect.” Namjoon would interrupt. 

The cop wouldn't take him seriously and would ignore his question, causing Namjoon to snap and get out of the car, yelling for the cop to describe the suspect, and about how you both had the right to know what this was about. Terror would freeze your blood as the cop began to order Namjoon to get back in the car and jesus christ all mighty, why isn't Namjoon listening to you as you scream for him to get his ass back in the car? Your heart would be pounding as you saw the cop begin to reach for his fire arm, but luckily, Namjoon would finally listen and sit in the car next to you.

The cop would leave you both with a firm warning to Namjoon and an insincere apology to you. When he was gone, you’d fall apart, hitting Namjoon and yelling incoherently, tears streaming down your face. Namjoon would be surprised and would gently defend himself from your blows. He’d yell over your screams.

“Why are you so mad?! It wasn't our fault.” He’d ask, exasperatedly.

You’d take a deep breath and look at him with tear filled eyes.

“Namjoon. You have to understand. I’m black. I can't afford to yell at the police. They shoot first and ask questions later. The fact that you're in the car with a black person automatically means you can get shot too so please. Don't ever, do that again.” You plead, holding his hands in yours. 

He quickly nods and pulls you to his chest, comforting you. He makes you switch places with him and drives home. Afterwards, your relationship is ten times stronger and ten times more understanding.

Hoseok

Hoseok is the definition of low-key savage. He’s the sun as everyone knows, and is literally happiness personified, but when it came to protecting you, he could kill. Dating a black girl had really opened his eyes to some injustices black people faced, and he’d be damned if he let anyone disrespect you, whether it was or wasn't due to the color of your skin.

When he finds out that your boss told you to ‘do something about your hair’ which you preferred to keep natural, he laughs and shakes his head. It’s at that moment that you know you made a huge mistake telling him, cause that laugh meant one thing and one thing only.

Time to fuck shit up. 

While you were at work, Hoseok would show up with a book in his hand. He’d make his way to your bosses office calmly. You'd watch in shock from the door as he pulled out articles about African American hairstyles being discriminated against in the workplace settings, spreading them in front of your shocked boss. He’d explain how almost all of the employers in the articles were ruled as ‘right’ in the claim that they could choose hairstyles for their employees. Then he pointed at the ones who lost their claims, along with their businesses.

“Now that we've read these and got educated, let me make one thing clear. If my girlfriend, Y/n, comes home to tell me you said anything to her regarding this conversation, or tormented her in anyway, I will do everything in my power to make sure you loose your business, then your money, then your house. Don't be an asshole. Here’s my card. Have a lovely day.” He’d finish with a sweet smile, then walk out, kissing you goodbye.

Your boss wouldn't dare to say a word to you, seeing as your boyfriend was famous, and according to google, worth a shitload of money. Your hair was happy, you were happy, Hoseok was happy, and all things were good.

Seokjin

“N*GG*R!”

You'd feel you heart stop at the word that hit you like a brick, lingering in the air. Jin would freeze and look around towards the crowd of paparazzi and fans that surrounded you both, looking for the culprit who was either hiding like a coward, or long gone.

Jin would grit his teeth in silent rage and wrap his arm around you. He’d maneuver his way through the crowd with a stricken girlfriend in his arms, entering the hotel finally. You'd both silently make your way to the elevator and enter. Jin would walk to the back of the elevator and lean on the wall, shaking with anger, while you replayed the moment over and over again in your head.

“I-I don't get it. We’re not even in the U.S anymore!” He’d yell, voice startling you.

You'd let out a laugh and shake your head. “Racists are everywhere baby. There’s no escaping it. Doesn't matter that were in another country.” You’d reply, giving him a soft, sad smile.

Seokjin would frown and immediately pull you into his arms, kissing your forehead.

“It’s not fair to you. This was supposed to be our amazing, unforgettable honeymoon. Are you okay baby?” He’d ask, one hand coming up to cup your cheek so he could peer into your eyes.

“I’m fine. It’s not gonna affect out honeymoon. We’re here to have fun. Some ignorant git isn't gonna ruin that. Okay?” You ask, attempting to convince him that you really were okay.

Jin would sigh and finally relent, calming down. You’d both forget about the rough start to your honeymoon and have the best fun you'd ever had, making new memories free of criticism and media influence, as husband and wife. 

(GOD this boy is foiiiiiiiine. Lemme use this chance to confess that he has now wriggled his way up the ranks and has gone from Bias Wrecker to Another Bias. BITCH LOOK AT HIS FACE JHBJVUGJGH)

Yoongi

You’d both be on line for some shit idk, maybe to get coffee or buy groceries, when some random roach bitch came out of no where and suddenly dug her fingers into your afro. You’d be too shocked to react. You’d barely be able to hear her asking the usual roach questions like ‘omg, how'd you get your hair to do this?’ and ‘it’s like, sooooo puffy. Can you like, straighten it?’. Yoongi would make a face at what he saw, confused as to whether said roach didn’t see him next to you, or was ignoring him.

Ignoring the fact that roach was a girl and that he had to be a gentle man, he’d grab her arm hard and yank it away from your hair, still giving her that look that said ‘who in the fuck raised your disrespectful ass?’. 

“Um, don't touch her.” He’d say, throwing the roaches arm back. 

You'd stay silent, mentally laughing, knowing your boyfriend was about to snatch this bitches edges. 

The roach would wrinkle her nose in irritation and look to you for support, only to see you raising an eyebrow at her in disbelief.

“I’m sure you wouldn't want some random stranger digging their fingers into your hair, especially when getting your hair that way took hours of treatment and dedication. Fuck is wrong with you?” He’d ask, holding your hand in his as he cringed in disgust at the now stuttering, red faced roach.

“W-well excuse me, but she didn't say she minded.” Roachaline would spit at him, placing her hand on her hip smugly as if she had won.

“Well she didn't get the chance. Go away before I call security and report you for assault. And stop being a martyr for idiocy!” He would yell after her as she walked away appalled. You’d laugh and link arms with your savage of a boyfriend, cooing sweet nothings at him to calm him down. 

You’d both leave whatever store you were at laughing, happy as can be, talking shit about the atrocity you had just encountered.

Jungkook

You’d be in the dressing room with the boys, watching as they got their making done, in a heated conversation with Namjoon about types of weaves to get since he was dating a black girl too. You were in a bad mood already from some shit that had happened previously, but this poor child was about to get his girl some synthetic bundles for her birthday and that’s a no, so you decided to hook him up with some websites.

Jungkook watched through the mirror with a smile on his face as you gave Namjoon advice, laughing as his friend took down notes. Suddenly, one of the boys friends, some stranger, decided to add in his own unseasoned two cents.

“Weren't you just complaining about G-Dragon having dreads? How do you do that, then use straight/ silky hair that isn't yours?” He asks snottily, rolling his eyes at you.

The room went silent. Jungkook broke the silence with a short laugh, turning to glance at the boy. 

“Seriously?” He asks, letting out another laugh, this time slightly sinister.

He then proceeded to educate the idiot boy, cursing at him, informing him about how you might not be able to get some jobs without straight/silky hair. He informs him about how you occasionally get made fun of about how your hair defies gravity. He also informs him about how G-Dragon wearing dreads is wrong because it cultural appropriation. He tears him a new one, barking at the now beet red boy about how it’s also none of his goddamn business what you do with your hair. 

At the end of his rant, he's panting, makeup sliding down in trails of sweat, causing his make up artist to glare at him. The boy scurries out in shame, and it only takes a second for the entire room to burst out laughing, while you sit watching your boyfriend, filled with pride.

“Damn Kookie. Where'd you learn all that?” Jimin asks, impressed.

Jungkook smiles and lets out a small laugh and turns to you, a teasing glint in his eye. 

“Perks of dating Y/n.”

Jimin

“Excuse me?” Jimin would ask, raising an eyebrow at the host.

You’d sink into the couch in mortification, realizing that you were just sexualized on live tv, and it'd hurt even more when you realized it was because you were black. This wouldn’t be your first interview with Jimin, but this was the first time anyone was so blatantly rude. You’d feel a twinge of tears at the back of your throat and avoid eye contact with the camera after that.

“The question was, since dating Y/n, have you enjoyed sex more, considering how endowed she is?” The host would ask again shamelessly, wiggling his eyebrows at both Jimin and the producers back stage. 

Jimin would stay silent for a second, still reeling in shock. You'd think having a 13 and up audience would have been a red flag, but you guessed that being black and dating a pop star was just too juicy for the producers not to milk. The silence would make the host realize it was the wrong thing to ask, and he’d panic, turning to the producers again, but it was too late.

“First of all, that is absolutely none of your business. Secondly, the only reason you're asking me this question is because she’s black, and you should know better. You should all know better. I planned on cursing you out, but seeing as my girlfriend is in shock, were going to leave instead. Have a horrible day.” Jimin would spit out, grabbing your hand and pulling you off the set.

He’d drag you through apologizing crowds of people and out of the studio, back to your car. You’d enter and sit silently, Jimin grabbing your hand again as he enters.

“Baby, I'm so sorry. They're a bunch of idiots and their careers are over, I swear to god-” He’d rush out, making you interrupt him.

“It’s fine. Thank you for defending me.” You’d say with a weak smile, hugging him. 

He’d hug you back tightly, still in shock from what just happened as you tried your hardest not to burst into tears in his chest. The week that goes by afterwards would be hard. Paparazzi would be on a mission to get yours and Jimin’s statements, and that question would be played on every media outlet daily. Some fans were on yours and Jimin’s side, but of course, some also were not, thinking it was a fine question for the host to ask, and that he would have asked anyone.

Soon, other scandals come and go with other pop stars, and yours and Jimin’s debacle is soon forgotten, but you two don't forget. It strengthens your relationship. You and Jimin begin to love and understand each other on a different level.

Taehyung

You’d be hanging out with Taehyung at a bar with the rest of the group when suddenly, a group of fans would come up to you guys for autographs. Being used to this, you'd happily watch as the boys kindly tok their time and interacted with their fans, signing autographs and taking pictures.

“Oppa~ Why are you dating a black girl?” 

You froze at the question. Taehyung simply rose an eyebrow at the girl in front of him.

“What kinda question is that?” He asks, obviously trying not to be rude.

The girl rolls her eyes, gaining confidence.

“Well, why are you dating a black girl? A lot of fans are angry.” She stated, glancing at you bitterly for a second, then turning back to Taehyung.

Just as you were about to get up and drag the bitch, Taehyung let out an irritated groan. He crosses his arms and raises and eyebrow at the girl.

“I’m honestly trying to have a good day here, with my beautiful girlfriend and our best friends, so kindly go away before I make you cry.” He says, pinching the bride of his nose in frustration. 

The girl turns red, and scurries away, flustered from how an idol just spoke to her. The group turns to Taehyung and you, asking if you were both okay, but you both simply just blow it off, laughing and cuddling up. 

Before you two had started dating, you had both already spoken about what hardships you would face from the fans and from... well, the world. So anytime something like this came up, though it would take some insisting and begging, you'd always make sure he kindly told fans and people that mentioned your skin color negatively to ‘go away.’ 

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WELL GUYS. 

This took me three days to write, so I hope all of you enjoy it, especially my fellow black girls out there.

If this offended you, please leave me a butthurt ask or comment. I’m in a wonderful mood today 😊💖

[redballoonsandpaperboats-blog]

Stand by me

**Authors Note**

If you don't know what disease this person has, I highly suggest google. Also, please excuse my poor attempt at angst. And that it's kinda long ;w;

Pennywise knew this day would happen; he just never thought it'd creep up on him so quickly. All the kids had grown up, had successful lives, and had families that he came to know and love. But, the Losers were very dear to his heart. How couldn't they? They were his family.

Now, there was only one left....

CREDIT FOR NICE PENNYWISE AU GOES TO @galacticthor!

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54 years came and went. It was amazing to see how much the world changed as soon as he woke up. But, there was something even he never wanted to see:

The last surviving Loser, looking like a shadow of themself, confide to a moving chair with wires, computers, and other pieces of strange metal he couldn't recognize attached to it.

The now 61 year old child smiled softly as the metal chair rolled them closer to their old friend,

"Hi, Pen-Pen....", croaked a mechanical voice, "It's me, Georgie."

Pennywise stared in stunned silence as Georgies' family tried to explain that the once strong, confident young man had amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS) and could not move or speak without the help of that chair.

Mistaking the chair for being the cause of Georgies' illness, Pennywise stands up, stomps to the chair, and picks up the frail and weak man, ripping the wires off of him with his teeth and cradled him protectively in his strong arms.

There were gasps and shouts of concern but, thanks to technology, the chair was hooked up to Georgies' mind and spoke for him,

"It's ok!", the voice croaked, "It's ok. Let him. Please...." tears formed in the old mans' eyes as his words crackled on, "Please, leave him be."

The Clown looked into Georgies' eyes and saw all the pain and suffering the boy went through with this illness. But, he was out of the chair now. He was gonna get better, right?

As if reading his mind, Georgie smiles and blinks away the tears, "No, Pen-Pen, the chair didn't make me sick. It just.... Happened."

"B-But! B-b-"

"There's nothing that can fix this, Pen-Pen."

Swallowing hard, the Clown takes a moment to stop his throat from tightening up, "W-where is everyone?"

"They passed on, Pen-Pen. Bill and Bev died in a boating accident, Mike of old age. Ben had a heart attack and Richie and Eddie died together, saying their vows..." The machiene crackles for a moment before continuing, "Stan.... Stan died in a car accident. He used his body as a shield to protect his baby girl..."

Pennys' body trembles as wave after wave of grief slices into him like daggers. Tears fell down his face as he squeezed his eyes shut. They were all fine the last time he saw them! This can't be real! They can't be dead! They just CAN'T!

"Pen-Pen..."

His eyes snap open and he tries to blink away the tears.

"I don't have long....

"NO!

"There's something I have to show you."

NO, NO, DON'T YOU DARE, GORGIE! I JUST WOKE UP! THIS....THIS..."

"Pen-Pen, please..."

I....", blinded by the tears, he couldn't see anything but a blur and could only hear Georgies' breathing and the stupid crackle of the cursed chair, "I..."

"Close your eyes, Pen-Pen. Let me show you."

The Clown obeyed and closed his eyes. Suddenly, he saw Georgie, young and happy, just as he was when they first met. Almost like a home movie, he saw Georgie growing up before his eyes. Penny saw all the happy moments of childhood, the thrills of having silly adventures with friends, the cuts and bruises of a fun adventur or a very poor decision.

Then, the boy grew and all the innocence of childhood left.

He saw the boy become a man, strong and brave, with high hopes and dreams to look forward to. Billy and the other Losers were there as well, all grown up and still a tight-knit group. He saw, through Georgies' eyes, all the good and the bad that happened in their lives. The best being when Georgie held his newborn son. The Clown remembered the pictures Georgie showed him when he woke up those 27 years ago.

And then, Georgie started to get weak.

Slowly, but surely, he lost the ability to walk. And, by the time his son was off having those silly adventures of childhood, Georgie couldn't stand.

Before Penny knew it, Georgies' son grew up to be a fine, young man. But, Georgie couldn't move his arms to pat his boy on the back and, by the time his son had a child of his own, couldn't speak. The chair spoke for him.

Deep sadness and pain ripping through him, he saw the deaths of the other Losers and felt how helpless his Georgie felt. One by one, the Losers went out like a light, until there was only one left.

But, that light was fading.

Yellow eyes snapped open once he felt Georgies' heartbeat getting weaker. Panick gripping him, he holds the boy close to him and sobs, "NO! GEORGIE, NO!"

"It's ok, Pen-Pen..."

"BULLSHIT! YOU....YOU...can't..."

Georgie smiles and holds eye contact with his old friend, "I fought hard to stay alive to see you again, Pen-Pen. I wanted to see you before I left...." The machine crackles weakly now, "I'm glad I did."

"Georgie....Please...."

"I love you, Pen-Pen. We all did. Alwayzzzzzzz..." The machine crackled one last time and was silent. The light in Georgies' blue eyes faded away until it was gone.

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Pennywise sat numbly at the church, not listening to a word that was spoken. His yellow eyes were trained on the casket that Georgie lay in. The children of the Losers carried his casket to the church and, finally, to his final resting place:

The backyard of the house on Neibolt street.

While the rest of the losers were either cremated or were buried elsewhere, it was Georgie who made sure that he was near his dear friend.

Refusing to move from the burial spot, Pennywise lay there with the cursed chair next to him. The family tried to tell him that the chair was his now, but he wouldn't hear it.

Later on that night, however, he heard a voice.

Somehow, the chair crackled to life again and there was Georgie, young and strong just like he remembered him to be. The boy smiled sadly and shook his head, "No, I'm not alive, Pen-Pen. This is something I made. You see, this chair lets you see memories, memoreis all eight of us had while we lived our lives."

"When I learned what I had, I decided to do something about it and I made this," He points to the chair behind him, "It not only shows our memories, but our personalities as well! We can all talk to you as if we were still here."

The boy smiled and walked closer to the clown until he was in front of him and squatted down, "We'll always be here for you, Pen-Pen. Maybe not physically, but we're here. Wanna know why?"

Penny nods, still deeply confused and shocked, but happy at the same time.

"Because families are always there for each other."

From that point on, Pennywise was never alone and was always surrounded by family.

[rememberstilinski]

too late || isaac lahey

word count: 3954

request:  can i get an isaac imagine where he cheats on you and you two fight and he wont apologize for what he did. and then a mission comes up & it ends where you die in his arms? just really angsty please. maybe base it off of "too little, too late" by jojo?

warnings: lots of angst, breakdown, death

author’s note: this request is from my old blog, but i had the idea in google docs, so here it is! enjoy xo (not my gif)

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Isaac Lahey has always been the perfect boyfriend. He's always been loving and unselfish. He's always been sweet and kind. Isaac was just that kind of guy when it came to a girl. He knew just how to make a girl's heart melt and how to make her swoon.

It's exactly what happened with Y/N. After a few months of knowing each other and becoming really close, they started dating. The two were perfect for each other in every way. Isaac’s charm was matched with Y/N’s. They even shared a love for scarves.

Seemingly perfect, right? At least that's what she thought. Lately, Isaac's been… off. He hasn't made much time or effort to see Y/N outside of school and he barely talked to her during school even though they shared the same group of friends and had many classes together.

This all left Y/N completely puzzled. Isaac had been staying with Scott and was closest with him, so Y/N asked him if he what was up with her boyfriend.

“Hey, Scott!” Y/N called out as she caught up to Scott in the school parking lot. He was just taking off his helmet and had helmet hair. “Hey, can I talk to you?” Y/N adjusted the strap of her bag in her shoulder as she got to the boy.

Scott smiled, the light morning sun causing his eyes to squint a little bit. “Morning, Y/N. What's up?”

“You're close with Isaac, right?”

Scott shrugged. “I guess. Is everything okay?” He got off the bike and shoved the keys in his pocket.

“I was hoping you would be able to tell me it was. Something's up with Isaac, do you know if anything’s going on?”

“Not that I'm aware of. What do you mean off?” The two started walking towards the doors of the high school, still talking.

Y/N sighed as they walked up the steps. “It feels like he's been avoiding me. I've been trying to talk to him, but he always says he doesn't have time.”

Scott's eyebrows furrowed. “That's weird. I don't know what's going on, but I could talk to him if you want me to.”

“Really?” Y/N smiled softly. Scott nodded. “Thank you, Scott. That means a lot.”

“Anytime.” Scott grinned. “Isaac should be home after school today if you want to come and talk to him.”

“Yeah, I will. I'll talk to you later?”

“Of course, see you at lunch.” Scott nodded and waved, saying his goodbye’s as he walked towards his locker.

Y/N decided that she would go over to Scott's house and talk to Isaac after school. Whatever was going on, they could get through it. She would always have his back because she loved him and never wanted to lose him.

After a long day of nervous butterflies and overthinking everything, Y/N got in her car and drove to where Scott said Isaac would be. As she drove, her fingers tapped against the steering wheel in anxiety. Getting closer to her destination made her nervousness grow. For some reason, she had a really bad feeling.

Finally, she pulled into the driveway and saw an unfamiliar car. Y/N couldn't think of a valid explanation, but she got out of her own car and walked up the driveway and to the house. She knocked three times and waited for an answer. It never came. Y/N knocked once more before entering the house.

There was a muffled voice upstairs, that Y/N had placed as Isaac's. Y/N smiled, thinking he was possibly studying and talking to himself, but the uneasiness was still set in her stomach. She made her way up the stairs slowly, the stench of anxiety probably rolling off her in waves.

Y/N came face to face with Isaac's door, and the muffled voice grew louder and she realized it was two voices. It couldn't be…. He wouldn't, would he?

Her hand slowly reached out and gripped the doorknob, turning it and then she pushed the door open. Y/N’s worst fears were confirmed as she saw the sight in front of her. Isaac was on the bed, on top of another girl. His lips made patterns around her collarbone, just as he had done many time to Y/N.

Y/N gasped in shock, and Isaac and the girl’s head turned toward her place at the door. Isaac's eyes widened as he saw Y/N standing at the door, shock and hurt all over her face. He looked back to the girl lying underneath him and got up making his way towards his girlfriend.

“Y/N, it's not what it looks like.” Isaac said cautiously as he pulled on a pair of sweats that had been lying on the ground along with the clothes belonging to the girl in Isaac's bed. Y/N recognized her from around school, but she didn't know her name.

No tears had fallen from her eyes yet, but Y/N shook her head and ran back down the stairs. Isaac’s footsteps were close behind her and he called after her. She couldn't hear any of Isaac’s calls for her, all she heard was her heartbeat pounding in her ears. When Y/N saw the sight in the bedroom, an aching erupted in her heart and with each moment, it got worse.

Before she could open the door, Isaac had finally come close enough to reach out for her wrist, so his fingers wrapped around it. Y/N snatched her hand back and looked Isaac in the eyes, taking steps back from him. “Don't touch me.”

“Listen to me. Can we talk about this?” Isaac pleaded with hurt in his eyes. “It wasn't what it looked like, I promise.”

“Then tell me, what was it? What exactly was it, Isaac?” Y/N fumed as tears rolled from her Y/E/C eyes. “What happened?”

Isaac looked down at his feet, guilt all over his face. “I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean for it to happen.” It didn't sound like a convincing apology, so Y/N dug deeper.

“Are you really sorry? Or are you only saying sorry because you got caught?” Y/N whispered as she looked at him. “How long has this been going on?” Y/N asked.

“Y/N, I--”

“How long has this been going on, Isaac?!” She raised her voice, but it broke midway through her sentence.

“A couple months.” He mumbled and that was all it took for her heart to completely shatter. At that moment, it felt like tiny thorns pierced her heart and all the air was sucked out of her lungs, creating a burning sensation.

Isaac heard something break and it caused his head to snap towards her. Her beautiful eyes were closed and her lips pursed into a thin line, trying to keep the sobs inside her throat. When he looked at her, he knew exactly what had happened. He knew what the sound was, and it was enough for him to hear it again. This time it wasn't her heart, it was his.

“We can get through this.” Isaac said, grabbing her hand. Y/N didn't pull away, and that gave Isaac some hope. The only reason she didn't pull away was because she physically didn't have the strength to. Y/N had always hated one thing. And that was cheating. It didn't matter if it was cheating in a game or in a relationship, she hated either way.

When it came to a relationship, she hoped it would never happened. She'd never once thought Isaac of all people would be a cheater, the one person she loved more than she loved anything did her wrong in the worst way possible. Y/N would never forgive him. Her sadness and despair quickly turned into rage.

Y/N snatched her hand from his, taking Isaac by surprise at the roughness. “No, Isaac. We can't.”

“W-what do you mean?” Isaac cried.

“I meant exactly what it sounded like. We can't get through this. I can't get past this when I feel like this. You know how I feel about cheating, but you did it anyway.” Y/N snapped, salty tears hitting by her lips as she spoke.

“I hate you, Isaac.” Y/N emphasized the word. The new four letter word that had replaced the other four letter word they told each other. “I don't want to be with you, not anymore.”

Isaac shook his head. “Please don't do this.”

“I don't want to see you again. Don't talk to me. Don't try to call or text me.” And then she said another thing, but it was a flat out lie. “I won't ever be able to love you the same way. I don't love you.”

Y/N turned towards the door and opened it to face Scott, but she kept walking. Her shoulder bumped with Scott’s. As they touched, he felt her pain and it caused him to wince. He smelt nothing but despair and rage in the air. She was strong in many ways. But to not show she was feeling that kind of pain, made her stronger. She got in the car and drove off, not looking back at Isaac and Scott once.

Scott looked at Isaac, who still had complete heartbreak written on his face. His lips were slightly open as he tried to breathe. The girl came downstairs and walked past the two, not saying one word and avoiding all eye contact as she walked out the door and to her own car.

“What the hell did you do?” Scott’s teeth clenched. Scott had always been protective of Y/N and to know that someone had hurt the girl who was one of the closet things he had to family besides his mother and Stiles, made him angry.

“I fucked up.” Isaac choked out.

Y/N finally made it home and she trudged up the stairs and into her bedroom. She took a deep breath, trying to keep herself calm. It worked for a few seconds, but she kept thinking back to what had happened in the past thirty minutes. She finally snapped and threw her bag to the floor and her phone across the room. The phone smacked against the wall and she could hear the glass shatter, but she didn't care at all.

There was a picture of her and Isaac right next to where her phone had hit the wall and that made everything hurt more. She stomped over to the picture and grabbed it off the wall. It was Isaac and Y/N at school, but it was the last day of sophmore year. Y/N thought back this day. Isaac had told her of his feelings for her that day, and they started dating. Y/N’s heart pounded against her chest and she heard her blood rushing in her ears. Without thinking about it, she turned around and threw it against the door.

The frame immediately broke and glass shattered in tiny pieces. She heard it hit floor and bounce off the walls. Y/N didn't think twice when she pushed all the stuff of her desk and let it hit the floor. Every picture of her and Isaac quickly got torn up and shoved in the garbage. By the time she was done, her room was an absolute wreck. She didn't know she could go into such a fit of rage, but I guess that's what happens when you love too hard.

Scott had called Lydia and Allison, telling them that something happened with Y/N and Isaac. He didn't tell them exactly what happened, but he told them to check on her. They knocked in the door but there was no answer, so they walked up to her room and found the mess she made. Papers and pens were surrounding her desk. Makeup from the vanity had been pushed onto the floor and glass was in tiny pieces on the hardwood. Y/N laid on the bed with closed eyes and black stains running down her face.

Allison sat next to her on the bed, running her fingers through Y/N’s messy hair. Y/N’s eyes fluttered open and met with Allison’s. She sat herself up and threw her legs over the mattress so her feet were on the floor. “Are you okay?” Allison whispered.

Y/N shook her head and sobbed. “No.” Allison pulled her best friend into her arms and let Y/N let it all out. Lydia sat on the other side of Y/N and rubbed her back. They didn't know what had happened with the couple that was once very much in love, but they knew that she wasn't going to be the same after it. Nothing would ever be the same.

Days of a broken heart had become weeks. Weeks had given time for Y/N to heal, but she wouldn't ever fully recover from what happened. She had done everything in her power to avoid Isaac since that day. She'd even gone as far as to get a schedule change, so she didn't have to see him during the day. Y/N sat with Allison and Lydia at lunch, steering clear of Stiles and Scott because Isaac was usually with them. The only time Y/N spent time with Scott and Stiles was at her or Stiles’ house, she steered completely clear of Scott's house.

Isaac had been left in a complete mess. He wasn't doing good at all. Without Y/N, Isaac was empty. He never realized just how much he cared for her, just how good she was for him. She wouldn't talk to him, and she'd done a good job of avoiding him. She rarely saw him in the halls and at lunch. Isaac knew how much he'd hurt her and everyone was upset with him for it. Scott was beyond angry and Stiles just grew more cold towards him, but they still remained friends with him. Isaac may have did Y/N wrong, but he was still a part of the McCall pack and the pack still cared for him.

The latest threat in Beacon Hills was the Nogitsune. Stiles had been possessed by an ancient Japanese demon and the pack was trying to figure out how to get rid of him. The Nogitsune was in a body that was exactly like Stiles, but Stiles was with the pack. He wasn't exactly safe, but he looked more like he was dying.

Void had taken Lydia hostage and the pack was doing everything they could to save her. They had no idea what he wanted with her, but they had to save her. With the help of the new girl, Kira, and her father, the pack had learned that he must've taken Lydia to the Oak Creek Japanese Internment camp that had been abandoned since World War II, so that's where they went.

Y/N, Scott, Stiles, Allison, Kira, and Isaac were all standing around in a circle outside the gates of Oak Creek. It was the time to save Lydia and potentially take down the Nogitsune. “We’ve done this before, guys. A couple of weeks ago we were standing around just like this and we saved Malia, remember?” Scott said referring back to when the pack saved a werecoyote named Malia. “That was a total stranger. This is Lydia.”

“I'm here to save my best friend.” Allison said, with her bow and arrows, ready for whatever was coming. Y/N was prepared with the same weapons, Allison had taught Y/N everything about using a bow and arrow, which led to Y/N becoming very skilled in archery.

“I’m here to save the person who's always been there for me.”

Being here was just awkward for Y/N and Isaac. They hadn't seen each other in a couple weeks and they hadn't spoke one word to each other since they broke up. Isaac and Y/N made eye contact, making Isaac shoot her a small smile. Y/N didn't return it, but looked towards Scott again.

“I just didn't feel like doing homework.” Isaac shrugged. The comment was meant to be uplifting but it just made Y/N roll her eyes. She loved him, but everything he did made her angry.

The group headed in. Y/N stood next to Allison. Allison grabbed her best friend’s hand and Y/N looked at their hands and back up at Allison. “Be careful.” Allison whispered.

“You too.” Y/N hugged Allison and they followed behind the pack, still holding each other’s hand.

The pack was met with Noshiko, Kira's mom. “Kira, turn around and go home. Take your friends with you.���

“I can't. When I looked at the game, I realized who I was actually playing.” Kira referred to the game of Goh. “You.”

Scott and Stiles had split from the rest of the group and went to get Lydia as the others distracted the Oni. Allison and Y/N  raised an arrow at Noshiko. “Call them off.” Allison said.

“You think you could take him alive? You think you can save him?” Noshiko asked, referring to the dying Stiles.

“What if we can?” Y/N asked.

“I tried something like it seventy years ago. Your friend is gone.” Noshiko challenged.

“Are you sure? Or if Stiles doesn't have to die. Maybe Rhys didn't have to die either?” Kira said.

Noshiko smiled. “I see I'm no longer the Fox now, Kira. You are. But the Nogitsune is still my demon to bury.”

The Oni had been taken into the Nogitsune’s control. The firefly that was once in Noshiko’s hand had disappeared. “Mom? What is that?”

“What does they mean?” Y/N asked as she watched the light from the firefly fade away.

“It means there's been a change in ownership.” A voice said. Everyone turned around and was faced with the Nogitsune. Oni were behind him and that showed they would do as he told them to.

Fighting between the Oni and the pack had begun, and the Nogitsune watched from a safe spot. Kira took on two Oni, Isaac immediately began slashing at anything that came closest to him. Allison and Y/N had shooting arrows at the Oni, but they were chopped in half with the katanas.

An Oni threw Isaac against a barrel and Y/N rushed over stopping the Oni from hurting the werewolf. Before a blade could slice Isaac, Y/N came up and shielded Isaac with her body and raised the bow above her head blocking the katana. Y/N beat the figure across the face and Isaac stood to his feet.

“How do we stop them?!” Isaac asked Noshiko.

“You can't!” Noshiko said. She stayed in a place where she could watch the action and figure out what to do next. Y/N had continued taking on the Oni that had almost killed Isaac. She shot an arrow at it and it kept chopping the arrows.

Isaac’s torso was sliced by the sword of the Oni Y/N had been taking on. Y/N saw this and took her last arrow, aiming it at the Oni. Before he could chop off Isaac’s head, who was on his knees, Y/N shot the arrow and it landed into the Oni’s body. The Oni dropped the sword and small beams of the firefly light shone through his body. The Oni disappeared into the dark, much for the Nogitsune’s disliking.

Y/N smiled as she realized that she saved Isaac and that she'd killed an Oni. The arrow was a silver tipped arrow, and that meant Y/N’d found a way to kill the Oni. Isaac looked at Y/N and the two made eye contact. This time, she smiled at him and he smiled at her after the shock of her gesture hit him.

“Y/N!” Kira yelled. Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but she turned around and a katana  went through her stomach. As the blade went through her, Y/N’s eyes made contact with the darkness behind the mask of the Oni that had impaled her.

As soon as the blade went through her torso, a voice rang out in a high pitched scream. “Y/N!!”

All of the Oni besides the one that stabbed Y/N disappeared. He pulled the blade from her stomach violently and vaporized. Y/N felt her body begin to fall and before she could hit the asphalt, a pair of arms caught her.

Isaac.

“Y/N.” Isaac whispered as he pulled her into his lap.

“I don't ha-have t-time for this. I-I-I have to make sure Lydia’s okay. L-let me see her.” Her breathing was uneven.

Isaac rubbed her forehead as he looked down at her magnificent eyes. “Shhh. She's okay. Scott and Stiles got her.”

Y/N sighed in relief, but as she relaxed, she realized what was happening. “Isaac. I'm sorry.”

“Don't talk like that. Don't start saying your goodbyes.” Isaac shook his head with tears in his eyes. Isaac placed his hand over the wound on her torso, hoping to take away the pain and help her heal. “I-it’s not working. Why can't I take your pain?”

Y/N looked up and into Isaac's eyes. Her breaths had finally steadied as her heart rate slowed down. “There's no pain, Isaac. I'm sorry.”

“No, please don't leave. I'd rather have you here and hating me than not having you here at all.” Isaac choked out.

Tears slid down Y/N’s face as she listened to Isaac speak. “I don't hate you, Isaac. I could never hate you.”

“But y-you said…”

“I know what I said, but I didn't mean it.” Her hand raised to cup his jaw. She winced as she moved the wound. Allison, Kira, and Noshiko had been listening and watching every moment of what was happening.

Allison began to sob as she watched the scene unfold in front of her. Not only was someone who had become family dying, but a piece of her was going to be gone. Her best friend, her family. Y/N and Allison were always close. Lydia and Y/N had befriended Allison on her first day and the three had been inseparable ever since. Apparently, this was the end of the three best friends. Now, it was just two.

Scott made his way up to where the pack was just as Lydia had screamed Y/N’s name and he saw the blood pooling around the two. Scott listened to their conversation and he started crying. Scott was always close with Y/N. He had been since day one of their friendship. In some ways, Y/N knew him better than Scott knew himself and losing her was gonna be as hard for him as it was for Allison and Lydia.

“I-I love you, Isaac. I always have and I always will.” Y/N cried.

“I love you, too.” Isaac placed his lips on Y/N’s and kissed her. She used her dying breath to kiss him back before her body grew limp underneath him. Isaac knew the moment she'd gone because her lips stopped moving against his. He heard her breathing stop, her heart slowly shut down, and he felt her skin grow cold.

In his horrible life, Isaac had been through hell and back. He'd grown from a shy, quiet teenage boy to a confident, strong young man. Isaac was strong in many ways, and he could get through a lot of things. But Isaac was not strong enough to live in a world that didn't have her in it.