#hard type felt teeth that stick out and i hate that

[sockeyesidequest]

Another day, another shark added to my collection (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠) my first hammer head! Name suggestions??

Look at his perfectly embroidered little mouth and teeth, THIS IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN NASTY UGLY HARD ASS FELT TEETH STICKING OUT THAT THEY USUALLY PUT ON SHARK PLUSHIES, I HATE THOSE!

[bettyfrommars]

Starving

Robin Buckley x Reader

My humble contribution to @dr-aculaaa's Sapphic Summer 2: Electric Boogaloo!!! I love this event so much!

18+Only, wlw, established relationship, making love, oral, fingering, just a wee something because I've been thinking (yearning) about her more than ever.

word count: 973

Robin was at the sink when you came up behind to wrap your arms around her.

“Quick, my girlfriend will be home any second,” she hissed, leaning her head back for you to bite her earlobe.

"Oh yeah?” you thumbed her nipple over her shirt.  “I’m willing to take my chances.”

“Miss me?” You turned her around to find her mouth with yours, squaring your hips up to stand flush together.

“Maybe,” she hugged her arms around your shoulders, and you loved the gentle sighs she let out when your tongues rolled together in a playful dance.  “Maybe just a little.”

She’d been counting the minutes, trying to keep herself busy so she wouldn’t stare at the clock.  You’d been gone for a week, and she hated how empty the bed felt, how there were no comforting hands on her aching muscles and in her hair after a long day.  No place to put her soft, greedy mouth when she yearned. 

Robin’s sunburned nose and shoulders with all of those freckles popping out made you feel some special type of way, like maybe you’d never love anyone more than this, ever.  You were glad to be back in your safe space, the cozy home you’d built together, in an apartment above the bakery where Robin worked.

Holding her face with both hands, you planted worshiping kisses on her cheeks and her eyelids and her chin.  Her hands slid into the back pockets of your jeans, smiling so hard she thought her cheeks would burst.  

“Are you hungry?” She asked once you leaned back to admire her adoringly, brushing a few strands of hair out of her eyes that were wet with the relief of your return.

“Starving. You have no idea,” your devious smirk made her blush.  

“I think i could help you with that,” she mumbled into your mouth, urgent hands desperate to find the skin under your shirt.  “But I went grocery shopping too if you want real food.”

“Hmm not really,” you danced her backwards, heading for the bedroom.  “I can’t think of better things to put in my mouth.”

Clothing came off in a giddy rush, pulling away from her lips only when it was absolutely necessary.  You peeled her down to the pair of ankle socks that didn’t match, and that was how you made love to her, running your hands up the fine hairs on her legs, teeth grazing her inner thigh.

Kneeling at the end of the bed with her legs hooked over your arms, your tongue dipped into that sweet spot through the nest of reddish blonde hairs to savor it, greedy and eager, diving in as deep as you could.

One hand behind her on the mattress, Robin’s other hand was on your head, and she twitched at what your mouth was doing. “She missed you.”

“I’ve missed her so much.” You used your thumbs to pull her lips apart to indulge in a better look, teasing the tip of your tongue in circles and strong flicks. “I’ve been dreaming about this.”

There was a tiny tattoo on her hip, a zodiac glyph. It was your zodiac sign.  

“I didn’t masturbate while you were gone,” Robin confessed with a bubble of laughter.  “I wanted to save it for you.”

“Aww, baby,” you stared up at her, sinking two fingers in while she watched with a slack jaw.  “That is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“Shut up,” she almost chuckled, but then it turned into a whimper when you latched on again, fingers pumping and twisting.  She was blooming for you, clenching your fingers while her tiny bud swelled.

A third finger and she bucked up into you, trembling, begging to cum in your mouth.

“Mhmmhmm,” you rumbled, sticking to one spot, speeding up your licks.

You stilled your hand to lock it in place when you felt her stiffen.  “Fuck I love you so much...I’m c– I’m c-c-cum---ahh,” the words were spoken in hiccupped gasps just before she exploded around your fingers.

It wasn’t long before you were crawling up to be on top of her, intertwining legs so that your throbbing pussy could rub along her thigh.  You made out like that for a while, declarations of devotion and filthy promises muttered over and over, panting into each other.  

At one point, she took one of your knuckles into her mouth and gnawed at it like a cat in a play fight.

“What if I bit your finger off?” The nibbling turned into sucking.

“Do it,” you said with an eyebrow wiggle. “You can take anything you want.”

“Anything I want?” With a giggle she rolled on top of you, sucking at one spot on your throat so hard you were sure she intended to draw blood.  You’d have a hickey there, but you didn’t even care.  Any excuse to brag to friends about your girlfriend being such an animal was something you enjoyed.  

“Look at me,” Robin purred once you were side by side and her fingers began working circles over your clit.  “I want to see you.”

Lips parted only inches away, she watched your eyelids flutter while she pushed you over the edge, making you curse and lose control until you were gasping at the finish line. Wave after wave of euphoria crashing over you, stealing your breath. 

You took a nap in each other’s arms, rousing groggily to the sweet smell of her Pantene conditioner.  Nose dragging up her jaw, you anchored her thigh over yours with a massaging hand.  

“I think I could eat food now,” you whispered with a parched throat.

Robin gave a satisfied hum and then curled your head to her chest to rest her lips at your crown.  

“But I’ll save room for dessert.”

[thejujvtsupost]

Collar Crimes -> Torn Knuckles

So we’re back with some more mob Geto, this was heavily requested but I never got around to adding more to the series. So to everyone who requested it: ta-da!

Notes: F!reader, yakuza!Geto, casual violence, blood, Geto has tattoos, fluffy, pet names - bunny, reader is a sleepy type of gf & soft girl- think Sanrio/hello kitty aesthetic? Wound care and first aid.

The sound of Geto’s fist connecting with its target echoed through the warehouse. “I don’t take half of anything, I take what belongs to me. This isn’t a negotiation.”

Hiro was a nuisance, interacting with him just wasn’t worth the trouble any longer. The fact that he was called to the warehouse in the first place had him pissed off. The exchange between Hiro and his men was supposed to be a smooth one, yet he was required to handle things himself. Apparently Hiro thought attempting to kill one of his men for leverage was a good idea.

“I’m just asking for 15%, no 20% and I’ll carry out the rest of the deal for you!” Suguru couldn’t deny that he had balls, Hiro was already beaten bloody, missing a few teeth and still trying to negotiate. Shouldn’t the broken ribs be enough to shut him up?

Suguru’s expression and tone screamed danger when he bent to Hiro’s level to get in his face. “You have three seconds to get out of my sight or I’ll kill you. Pull any funny shit again, if you even breathe wrong; I’ll kill you. Don’t mistake my mercy for weakness or tolerance.” His hand was starting to throb from where his fist made contact with the idiot’s face. He sighed and didn’t bother to hide his irritation.

Hiro let out a whimper and scurried away, leaving Geto with Yuta and Choso. “Clean up the blood, I’m going home.” He left no room to argue- not that they’d try.

You had just gotten in the warm tub when you heard Suguru call your name. College was taxing and today was especially rough with your double lecture. Soaking in the giant tub with a bath bomb and bubbles was a good way to relax.

“In here!”

Suguru entered and greeted you with a smile before leaning over to kiss you. “Hi bunny.”

You felt sad upon seeing his hand on the edge of the tub, “You’re hurt?”

“It’s nothin’ to worry about, got room for me in there?” He stripped his suit off and briefly washed his hands despite the sting against his wounds.

You hummed and slid forward to create space, “I’ll take a look at it once we’re done.” He kissed your nape and pulled you back against his chest when he was settled.

“How was my girl’s day? You seem stressed.” It’d be dumb to think he didn’t notice your mood right away. He paid genuine attention to you, your feelings and your needs. Suguru knew you better than anyone. Everyone.

You groaned and leaned your head back to rest on him, “I had my double biology lecture today with my professor that never takes late work. I submitted my paper a minute past midnight the other day and I swear he was glaring at me. It was ONE minute, what difference does it make? He already took five points off automatically for the late submission so why am I getting the stink eye? I’ve already been penalized! He’s a hard grader too, there’s stuff I thought I understood but got wrong on the midterm and now I’m not up to my standard grade.”

The temptation to take care of, in one way or another, the professor giving you trouble was strong, but his absence of teaching would probably stress you out more. “I’m sorry bun, only a few weeks left and you won’t have to worry about him anymore.” Strong arms wrapped around your shoulders for extra comfort.

“It just sucks, I hate being a disappointment.”

“You’re never a disappointment, never. The guy obviously has a stick up his ass and takes it out on his students. You’re such a smarty pants, your grades are excellent. One professor in the grand scheme of things won’t matter.”

You didn’t realize how tired and tense you were until he reassured you. “It’s hard to remember that sometimes, thank you.” You turned your head and kissed him softly.

“Did you eat dinner yet?”

You shook your head and he frowned, it was pretty late and you hadn’t eaten. “Was waiting for you, and I couldn’t decide. I wasn’t too hungry anyway.”

“How about we get something delivered? You need to eat whether I’m home or not, it’s important.”

You curled in on yourself the slightest bit, “I know… I just really miss you sometimes and I like when we eat together. Can we have curry?”

“Curry it is then. C’mon let me get out first.”

Suguru stood up, got out of the tub and dried off before he assisted you and toweled you off himself. Your soft and fluffy robe was held out for you, which he also took the liberty of tying.

“Let me see your hand, your knuckles are all torn up.” Your face clearly showed your concern. He loved that about you, how you had your heart on your sleeve.

It only took a few minutes, but you took care in applying ointment and wrapping his knuckles so they would heal. You finished your job with a kiss over his hand and he’d never admit it but the action made him blush. He had no choice but to hug you immediately in thanks so you wouldn’t notice.

(You noticed. You thought it was cute.)

“Thank you bunny, you’re always a great little nurse. So, curry?”

“Yes please.” You nodded your head and followed him into the living room.

He called you the nurse but in your eyes, he took care of you way better than you could take care of him.

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[gretavanmoon]

an omnipresent force • ch 3

Chapter 3 - DARK PREMONITION 

Jake x female reader

Words: 14.1k

A/N: Semi-AU// Set six years in the future, the world has decided to cast humankind aside, starting with the poisonous entities that are destroying her the most.

*It's been over a month, and I'm so sorry. Life has been happening fast. Thank you for sticking with me through this one, I hope you're enjoying where this story is going!

Warnings: Dystopian Horror, Cursing, Crying, Suspense, Feelings of Fear and Uncertainty, An Apocalyptic World, Violence (& mention of firearms), Kidnapping, Mentions of Forced Beatings, Wounds and Pain, Blood, Death & Dying, Lying, Attacks, Deceit, Panic, Mental Anguish

Y/N

Three days, we’ve been in here. Three days since we were all blindfolded and made to sit in the metal-walled room, cold and terrified and confused. Three days since Paps and I had tried to make a run for it, and ended up almost crashing the truck into those black, shadowy creatures.

And three days since I had sat face to face with Jake Kiszka.

They’ve barely let us sleep, let alone see the light of day. On that first night, they’d drug us into a long room lined with cots, not even saying a word to us as we all just assumed we were to lay down and sleep. Luckily I’d found Paps and we were able to get cots beside one another, but the fact that he was able to be close to me still didn’t ease any of the deep, unsettling feelings in my gut about what the hell is going on. 

Paps and I had managed to talk to a few of the other people in the group, and just like us, they were kidnapped by strange, shadowed creatures, too. Everyone described it the same way, like it was out of a horror film. They looked human, sort of, but they didn’t feel it. They were cloaked in hooded robes, and none of us ever saw their faces. They had an aura I couldn’t explain, like they had one foot on earth with us, and one foot somewhere else completely. 

My intuition told me that since they felt so terrifyingly separate from breathing in the same air as me, that maybe they really weren’t of this earth. Fucking outrageous, I thought to myself, but, was it? Honestly, these days, nothing is surprising. 

The men that surround us constantly are dressed in black and armed to their teeth, and they remind me of those scary looking “military” men you’d see on video games, with their night-vision glasses and helmets strapped tightly under their chins. They’re quiet, but they use force at every given chance. I know underneath all of the garb, they’re just men. 

And still yet, I hate them.

They have all of us pushed into this singular room and forced to pretend that everything is normal. I want to scream at them, beg them for answers, be the one who finally lashes out for the rest of the group, but I hold back. I admit, their guns do scare me. 

“Y/N, is that… Jake, over there?” Paps asks me as we sit facing one another on our cots, each of us wrapped in the thin gray blankets they’d supplied us with. “The one that played guitar, right?”

I nod quickly. “Yeah, it is him, Paps. Crazy, right? I can’t even wrap my head around all of this…” The situation we’re in is one that I truly would have never even dreamt up. I find myself thinking I’m crazy, dreaming… or living inside some type of wild mental break from the terror of realizing the world is ending. I feel like I could go to sleep and wake up in my own bed, in my own little cottage back in Cheatham county, and all of this would be a strange and unfond memory. But what little sleep I have gotten the past couple of days has given me no rest at all, only adding to my awful mental state.

“How did he get here, too? I mean, I guess fame doesn’t matter during the apocalypse, but…” Paps is having a hard time understanding, too. I glance over to Jake, seeing him sitting cross-legged on his cot, staring at the floor below him as he’s wrapped in his blanket just as we are. The wounds on his face look better than they did three days ago, but I can still see the scratches and bruises.

A year ago, I’d be starstruck, shaking and giddy with nerves from being in such close quarters with one of my idols. But now, here, we’re on level playing field. We’re all lost and confused, hungry, and terrified. Hostages who can’t decide on our next move. 

“You should go and talk to him,” Paps suggests, his voice gritty. 

“NO!” I almost yell. “I mean, no, I… wouldn’t even know what to say…” I reply, my eyes jumping between Jake and Paps. 

“What do you mean?!” Paps says. 

“I… I don’t know, I mean. The other day when they were taking our blindfolds off, I showed him my tattoos. He recognized them, and he shook his head, telling me no, told me to stay quiet. I dunno, the look in his eye was threatening, like he didn’t–I don’t know. Like he didn’t want to even be associated with me,” I explain to Paps quietly as one of the guards passes by us. 

“What can he even say though, sweetheart? None of us know what is going on, maybe he has some clue? Maybe you could talk to him, he looks…”

It’s true, Jake looks more downtrodden than all of us. He always carried himself with just the right mix of confidence and humbleness, catching the eye of every single person he passed, but now it looks like the weight of the world is literally on his shoulders. He hasn’t spoken to a soul. Has hardly moved from his cot except to visit the one-stall bathroom at the end of the room. I’ll admit, I do feel bad for him, and I have thought about going and speaking to him again, but… the way he looked at me the other day…

“Just go, honey. We’re all just people, here…” Paps urges, reaching his arm out to push my shoulder in Jake’s direction. 

I take a quick deep breath, centering myself as I work up the confidence. This is so strange. I stand up and wrap my arms in the blanket, letting my feet carry me across the cold tile floor. 

I slowly walk to him, approaching him gently, not wanting to startle him from his gaze straight down into the floor. I crane my neck a bit, willing him to look at me. “Jake?” my voice is raspy. 

His eyes, those eyes I stared into for so many years as I watched him on stage, watched him in interviews, watched him fall in love with his instrument over and over again… the warm chocolate brown they used to be are now a sullen, deep black, and I know immediately that the life they once held has started to quickly fade to something else. 

They shoot to look back at me. Fast, while he recognizes me, then back down to the floor. He stirs on his seat. “You shouldn’t speak to me,” he mumbles, and I feel my heart shatter. He’s uneasy again, just like when he saw my tattoos. 

“I—I won’t bother you, if that’s what you want, I… I noticed you haven’t spoken much to everyone else and I just wanted to say hello, not as a, you know… but as a fellow capturee.” 

I don’t even know what I’m saying. Capturee? I’m blabbering. I’m starstruck! Yes, even still in this dark room during the apocalypse I am still…starstruck by him. Captured by his fucking presence, just like I always thought I would be if I ever got the chance to meet him. 

He bites his lips quickly as he avoids me. My hands clench together underneath my blanket, and I realize that what I’d actually said wasn’t that bad, I am truly just trying to reach out. 

After a few seconds, he taps the cot in front of him, inviting me to sit. Though it seems he doesn’t really want me to, I still believe he’s too sweet to turn someone away when they speak to him. 

So I gently sit where his hand was, swallowing hard as my heart rate flies. And within seconds, I’m face to face with him again. But this time, I’m so close, I can see everything that all those photographers over the years just couldn’t capture. He is so fucking…

“I said you shouldn’t speak to me, not that I don’t want to speak back,” he says, gritting out his words as his eyes dart around. 

“I—I’m sorry, I guess I don’t understand—“

Suddenly he grabs my arm in his hand, gripping it from underneath the blanket I hug around myself. He pulls my sleeve back, and quickly takes account of all of my tattoos I’d shown him just two days prior. I let him, his grip fast and sloppy, and I can just barely feel the rough callouses still left behind on his fingertips from all the years of playing his guitar. My stomach falls. 

My arm is resting palm up in his hand as he gazes on it, and I can see his back rise and fall a few times as he takes deep breaths. Then, as quickly as he’d gripped it, he pushes it back to me. I’m speechless. 

“What’s your name?” he whispers, his eyes bouncing to the guards. 

“Y/N,” I reply. 

“You followed us? Back then?”

I nod, “Yeah, I did. Since uh, since Strange Horizons, up until…”

He rolls his eyes and scoffs, shaking his head just a little. I’m off-put by his attitude, and I begin to wonder if he really isn’t as sweet as he’d put on all those years. 

“So it’s safe to assume you’re well-versed with everything we ever made…” he asks, rubbing his hands over his face as the blanket sits over his shoulders. 

“Yeah, I’d say I am…I mean, I was one of those people that did the ‘deep-diving’, I’m sure you knew about all that,” I stumble out. 

He nods as he winces at me. A guard walks behind me, and I watch as Jake tenses in his presence, avoiding looking at him, too. 

“Yeah, we knew about that.” His words are clipped, and I’m able to tell, now, that maybe he really doesn’t want to talk to me, even though he invited me to sit on his cot with him. 

“Um, it was…a lot of fun, figuring it all out…when you guys would release something new my friends and I would research and memorize and try and put all the pieces together for the world you’d built. Try to connect the dots, match things up from previous albums and try to project what was going to happen next. I can’t tell you how many theories there were—“

“God…” He scoffs again, rolling his eyes as he leans his head back, huffing an exasperated exhale. The fuck is his problem? He’s kind of starting to piss me off… I didn’t have to come over here and speak…

So I stop where I am, giving him the same sarcastic-ass look he’d just given me, and I begin to stand. “Alright, well it was nice meeting you.”

“No, wait…” his hand is on my elbow. “Sorry, you don’t have to…”

I pause, giving him a questioning look that tells him I don’t feel like my presence is welcome. 

“Please, sit back down,” he says, releasing his touch. I slowly do, wrapping my arms more tightly around myself to match his distant energy. I watch as he swallows, his adam’s apple bobbing as he thinks about what to say next. I’ve never seen him anxious, before. I’m the one that should be anxious. 

“How did they get you?” he asks quietly, this time finally looking me in the eye as he leans in a little closer. 

I push my knotted, unwashed hair behind my ear. “Well, my Paps and I were the only two of my family left, everyone else passed from the rash.” I point my eyes over Jake’s shoulder toward Paps, and he turns to look at him. “We got ahold of someone’s truck, and were heading back toward the city when we ran into these…things….” I try to think back on that experience, really feeling embarrassed that I am about to admit to Jake fucking Kiszka that I think we were abducted by aliens or some shit. Fuck. But, I digress…

“Things?” he asks. 

“Yeah, um. They were like… really tall, shadowy, men? I don’t know, they didn’t feel um. They didn’t feel human, when they captured us. I know that sounds crazy…” I try and awkwardly explain. But, it’s the truth. 

He cocks his head. “They didn’t feel human?”

“No, they felt almost, otherworldly. Like they were only halfway here,” I shake my head, trying to make myself sound like I know I’m crazy. “I dunno.”

But the look he returns to me isn’t what I expected. He doesn’t look at me like I’m insane. He looks at me like he just understood it. Just understood it all. 

“Fuck…” he mutters through his lips, his eyes wide with realization.

“What?” I press. “How about you? Where um, where is everybody else?”

He breaks away from his surprised stare. “I don’t know. Got separated. We were all staying up at some cabins back in Michigan, they came in the middle of the night. We all tried to fight them off, but it was no use. I woke up in the back of a truck, then again in a room like they had us held in when we were blindfolded,” he explains.

I won’t lie, I’m fucking enamored with the way he’s speaking to me right now, even with the heavy subject. I can’t help it. For years, just like every other person as deep in the fandom as I was, I spent my time being enraptured by him and the person he was. Completely taken by him, and possessing a crush unlike any other I’d ever had in my life. We all did. He’s still that man, just a little older, now. A little scruffier, a little more wrinkly. But then again, I’m showing my age, too. 

But I take his words in, picturing the scene and pretending I was there, and the fear he must have felt. How they all must have felt, being kidnapped by those things in the middle of the night.

“Your whole family was there?” I ask.

He nods. “I don’t even know who was kidnapped and who they left behind. But, it was men that took us, just like the fuckers patrolling us right now. They definitely weren’t aliens.” 

Did Jake Kiszka just fucking pick on me?

He smiles just a little bit as he watches me get offended. “I didn’t say they were aliens!” I yelp.

“Shh, shh!” he laughs, pressing his hand gently over my mouth. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. “I wouldn’t say that too loudly or else you’ll have the whole room freaking out.”

I bite my lips. Hard. Fuck, his hand was just on my mouth. 

I sigh. “I didn’t say they were aliens…” I whisper. “I said that they didn’t feel fucking human, okay?”

He breathes through another little laugh. “I know. I don’t doubt anything at all, these days,” he says. 

“So you don’t think I’m crazy?” I ask, just to clarify.

He takes a breath, looking behind me. “No, Y/N, I don’t think you’re crazy.”

My god, he just said my name. I have got to get my shit together. 

“Good,” I spit. “Because whatever had ahold of me wasn’t a person.”

His face goes white, and I watch his wheels spin. I can tell he believes me and my outlandish description. 

“Everyone up! Single file through the double doors! And stay quiet!” We’re suddenly aroused by the deep voice of one of the guards commanding that we all stand and move toward the doors. They’ve only done this once before, when they fed us what you could describe as a meal of sorts, but the effort it took to choke down would suggest otherwise. My attention is immediately redirected to Paps as I watch him stand and join Jake and I in moving toward the doors. 

“Paps, this is Jake,” I introduce them, and I watch as the slightest bit of a sparkle comes into Paps’ eyes as they shake hands. “Jake, my grandfather, Don.”

“Pleasure to meet you, sir,” Jake says, and his voice sounds almost normal. 

“Pleasure is mine, son. I uh, quite enjoyed watching you play over the years,” Paps says. 

Jake’s eyes brighten as they look back to me. “Is that right?!”

“I kinda made Paps into a bonafide fan, just like me. He came to a few shows,” I explain, feeling a little shy at admitting this, in this setting.

“Wow, shame we didn’t get to meet before, sir,” Jake says, with a half-smile. “Thank you for coming.”

“Silence!” one of the guards bellows, lifting his baton high in the air before letting it fall directly over Jake’s back. “You weren’t told to speak!” 

I scream out, I can’t help it. Jake falls to the ground in pain and Paps falls to his knees beside him, as they were still holding hands from the handshake. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” I yell, falling alongside them as he holds the baton high into the air again, ready for another strike. “Stop!!!”

The baton falls hard onto Jake’s back again before the guard stands back up, moving away from the line and addressing the group. I hear Jake hissing in pain as Paps helps him stand back up. 

“Does anyone else have anything to say?!” the guard yells, and I wish to god I could see his face behind his mask. The group mutters a few quiet no’s. “That’s what I fucking thought! Now move!”

We are all talking, why did they just punish him for it? Paps and I help Jake to stand and follow along with the line, and I feel myself seething with rage. What in the fuck was that even for?! We can’t even speak?

“Are you okay?” I whisper quietly to him. 

“M’fine,” he says, and we nearly carry him down the long, fluorescent-light lit hallway to the next room. It’s strange being around actual electricity again, and I snarl my nose at the fact that they’ve somehow found a way to harness it after the world has suffered so long without it.

After a couple of seconds he pushes our help away and we fall into the single-file line, walking fairly quickly to the room where they fed us before. 

JAKE

They told me they were going to treat me just the same as everyone else, but I never thought they’d be physically harming me out here in front of everyone. If anything, it’s almost as if they’re singling me out instead of blending me in, which kind of defeats the purpose, if they were telling me the truth. I know two of the men on guard with us are the two that spoke with me in the dark room, but I can’t tell if they are the ones using violence against me. Fuck, nothing really makes sense. And all I want is out of this goddamned building so I can find my family.

Now, as they throw us into this room with one singular long table, we gather to eat this sorry excuse of a meal again, all in complete silence. I can’t believe she had the confidence to come and talk to me on the cot earlier after that harsh, wordless look of warning I gave her two days ago when we were unblindfolded. I thought she may have gotten my warning and caught onto my message for her to stay silent, but I guess I have been on the anti-social side of things and probably look like I’ve been hit by a truck. 

Of course I’m locked up in this place with an old fan. Of fucking course. And of course she’s tattooed with all the symbolism we wrote into our music and art over the years, making her an unknown easy fucking target for this shit, if they knew. If they find out that she has just as much knowledge about whatever kind of shit we apparently fucking predicted, then she’s just as much on the road to having that baton over her back as I am. Should I tell her what I know? But even if I did, what would it change? She can’t wipe her tattoos off just as much as I can’t change my name. 

We all sit and eat in silence, all of us eyeing one another as the rest of them look on to me with pity, after having that fucking baton across my back. They don’t know me, I don’t think. None of them, except Y/N, have given me that feeling of being known, yet. 

As I scarf down the bland potatoes and cold canned vegetables, I run over the plethora of thoughts I’ve had for the past couple of days. I scan back to the very last few minutes I had with my family, if there was any detail that I’d forgotten, if there was any inkling I’d heard or missed that could give me any clue as to where they are. But every time I dig, I come up short. 

So then I move along to the conversation I had with those two in the dark room again. All those fucking wild things they told me, making me feel like this all is truly a fucked up dream. Realms? Other worlds? The battle… and the fact that they explicitly explained to me that the ones who live between both of these “worlds” are unlike us, could be the explanation for Y/N saying the ones who captured her felt like they were only halfway here. 

Kinda solidified that for me. She said it perfectly; the ones who captured them must have been the family that exists in both places, the ones who the Two told me were out still capturing immunes. It all adds up. But now, what do I do with all of this? And where the fuck am I gonna find my family?

My heart wrenches everytime I think of them, and how Josh and Sam and Daniel must be being treated exactly the same as I am, about to be pressured for information that we didn’t even know was important outside of our little fantasy music world. All those days Daniel spent locked away in his room, finally understanding that what we’d written was coming true. All of it being tied together… fuck, he was so right. And now we’re being punished for it. Used for it. I can feel my twin’s guilt from here.

I watch as one of the older ladies in the group is forced up by her arm, being pulled into another room. And then the same with the teenage boy. I panic, wondering where they’re taking them, and if we’re all subject to go. The rest of us all glance to one another in fear for a minute or two, until I hear what sounds like rushing water. A shower. Fucking finally. 

I haven’t felt a sense of impending relief like this in weeks. I’m hoping that the water is warm, at least, and they give us a few minutes of privacy to really get the good out of it. I look over to Y/N, and instead of seeing relief on her face, too, I see fear. 

It’s then that I realize there’s the possibility of one of the guards seeing her tattoos. She doesn’t know why, but she knows that based upon my look of warning, maybe they shouldn’t be seen. Now, I’m regretting not telling her. I have to do something. 

I get her attention and place both my elbows on the table, gently pulling my sleeve down with my pointer finger as I point to where her tattoos would rest on her arm. When I’m sure she’s locked in on me, I shake my head side to side, and again I place my pointer finger across my lips. Don’t let them see it, Y/N. Her brows furrow in confusion, and I try my damndest to quietly and secretly make her understand my charade. Finally I watch as realization falls over her, as she nods in return. 

Now I have to explain myself. 

A few minutes later one of the guards pulls me up and walks me to the apparent shower room, thrusting me inside and following me in. It’s even darker in here, which I’m thankful for, and there is a small stall with an old ratted shower curtain in the corner. The rest of the room is all concrete, with a small, cracked mirror on one wall and a tall cabinet on the other. “Undress,” the guard orders as he shoves me behind the curtain. I follow his order, the pull to have fresh water pouring over me more than my want for much else, right now.

The guard stands in the room with me, with his face to the wall. A little awkward, I think to myself as I look around for a shower head. “You gonna join me, or are you just here to make sure I don’t drown?” I ask him sarcastically as I peek from behind the dirty curtain. The water begins pouring from the chrome shower head, and I feel an ecstasy that I didn’t think was even possible, anymore. The water is lukewarm, but I’ll take what I can get.

I spot an old bottle of soap in the corner and help myself, lathering myself up quickly in fear of losing time in this paradise. I wash every crevice and my hair thoroughly, making quick time to rinse so I can spend a few blissful seconds with the water plummeting on my face. “Mmm, sure is nice in here, sure you don’t want to join?” I ask again, trying to egg him on or piss him off. I hum a loud song as if I’m enjoying myself, cocky with it even though I’m terrified of getting hit on the back again. I don’t even know if it was him that did it, I can’t tell any of them apart. 

Suddenly the masked guard is standing right by my shower curtain, tall and overbearing as he can almost see overtop of the pole. “You really don’t ever shut the fuck up, do you, Kiszka?” he blurts. 

I smile. It worked. I immediately recognize his voice as one of the Two. 

I continue rinsing myself off as I try and think of what to say next. “No, everyone always called me the quiet one, until they spent more than five minutes with me. Then they couldn’t get away quick enough,” I joke. “You the one with the baton? Could fucking ease up a little next time, you really make that shit real.”

“No. Isn’t me, it’s my brother,” he answers. The Two, they’re brothers?

Actually now, the more I think about it, the three minutes I spent with them in the dark the other day felt a little familiar. Their voices did mirror one another’s, and they seemed to offset the other’s energy. I could tell that without even seeing them.

“Was that the other one in the room with us two days ago? When you were explaining–”

“Yes. Was both of us,” his answer is clipped.

It’s silent for a second as I wait for him to say something else. Just then, my warm, blissful water supply cuts off, and my skin is already begging for it to come back. I groan at the loss, and begin wringing the water from my hair. “So you gonna give me something else? Any updates? They gonna take me away in the middle of the night again and drag me to a torture chamber to get answers out of me?”

I hear him huff a distasteful breath. “Listen, man, I don’t have much more information for you right now, but just know that yeah, that could probably happen at any minute. They haven’t told us much, lately. And I doubt they torture you…” he trails off. 

I rip the shower curtain open, completely uncaring that he’s seeing me stark naked, right now. Hell, this man has shared forbidden secrets with me, and I’ve never even seen his face. Fuck it. 

“Got a towel?”

He steps to the side and whips a door to the cabinet open, pulling out a thin white towel and tossing it across my torso. “Thanks,” I mumble. He then throws another set of thick fabric at me and I catch it before it falls. A pair of pants and a long sleeve shirt, both the same ugly gray color that look like they belong in a prison laundromat. Actually, maybe at one point, they did. 

I finish drying off and get dressed, and the man stands in front of the door with his back to me again. “That girl you were talking to, do you know her?” he asks. 

“No, not really,” I respond, “why?”

He shakes his helmeted head. “Just wondering, I do know that they’re going to take that old man that she sits with and sleeps beside.”

“Take him? Why? To where?” I’m suddenly panicked with worry, and I barely just met the man.

“He’s old, man. His time is limited. I don’t know much, but I’ve heard that they do some type of experimentation on the older immunes, see how much they can use them to their own advantage before their time is up,” he explains. 

“What the fuck? Experiments?!” I try and stay quiet when all I want to do is scream. “What is this, the fucking 1900’s?”

“I dunno Jake, all I’m saying is I heard they’re going to be taking the oldest from each of the pods here in the next few days and transferring them–”

“Pods? What are pods?” Now, I’m in his face, staring directly up into the dark glasses covering his eyes. 

“Eh, nothing, I can’t–”

“You can’t what, you can’t tell me? You’ve already given me all this fucking information and now you want to stop? I thought you said if I played my cards right, you’d be my best fucking friend… I’ve been cooperative, huh? So far?” I press. “What are fucking pods?”

His head nods away as he sighs, some type of radio beeping on his side. My time in the shower must be up. “Please…” I beg. “Is my family nearby?”

He looks at me again. “Listen, I don’t know much about the other pods, but I think that they are. I thought… I thought I saw your younger brother yesterday, walking down the main hall.”

“Sam..” I breathe.

“Yeah, Sam. The guy on the bass,” he responds. “I can’t tell you truthfully, Jake. Honestly, I just caught a glimpse. I would tell you more if I could, and as I learn more, I’ll feed it to you. We’ve just gotta be fucking careful, man. The other guards here don’t fuck around, ok? They’re trusted hires. Me and my brother, they have all the reason in the world to trust us. But they shouldn’t.”

I nod as his radio beeps again, and I place my hand on his shoulder. “Listen, would you do anything for your brother? Anything in the world to see him safe, alive?” 

I hear him swallow from behind his face covering. “Yeah, uhm. Yeah, I would.”

“Then you understand what it means to me when you said you think you saw Sam, what it means that I have to find them, protect them… just like you’d do for your brother just outside this wall, right?”

“Yeah, man. Yeah, I get it. I swear, as soon as I know more, you will hear it, too. From me or him. Remember, we’re on your side. We’re breaking free of this fucking place as soon as enough immunes are gathered… and we come up with a plan,” he says honestly. 

“I’m good at plans,” I say. “I’ll help.” He turns and opens the door, and I feel the rush of cold air enter the room with us, sending a chill over my still-warm skin. “And tell your brother that my fucking back hurts from the beatings…”

He forcefully ushers me back out into the dining area to join the rest, whispering to me through grit teeth. “All part of the charade…”

—-

As I’m laying on my cot later that night, I try to think of how in the hell I’m going to relay all of this to Y/N. How I’m going to warn her that they may be planning on taking her grandfather away. How we’re being kept in something called pods, which signifies to me that we’re just in some giant building being held in small groups so as to keep gossip to a minimum, keep us unorganized, distant. How I’m going to pass along to her the notion that everything we wrote, every piece of media we created, everything she followed and absorbed for so many years has literally everything to do with the situation we’ve found ourselves in. If I know anything about our fanbase at the time, it’s that though we wrote that music to be up for interpretation, most of it held true to a general, underlying fabric of that imaginary world. Well, I thought it was imaginary, and apparently Josh did too, until…

Should I tell her all of this? Should I even take the time to try and explain? I don’t even know her, but I almost feel obligated, at this point, to share my knowledge. She’s marked herself with proof that she knows the innermost details of our work, and has most likely formulated her own theories on it all. Of course they’d pester her for information, she’s a direct connection.

It may even be against her benefit to be seen talking to me.

I take a deep breath, wondering what good it would do to tell her about her grandfather, like she could stop it anyway. They’d probably just use force with them, too, and carry him off against his will if they tried to disobey and fight against the situation. 

The room is dark and quiet, save for the dimmed lights in the four corners of the room and the light snoring of my comrades locked up in here with me. I glance to my left, seeing Y/N laid on her side a few cots down, facing my way. Slowly, I lift my hand high into the air to wave at her, hoping that she’s still awake. 

A second later her arm is mirroring my action, floating up into the air and waving back at me. In the pale light, I can see a smile form on her face, her eyes lighting up just a bit as we both lower our arms back down beside us. It’s strange, I wonder what she’s thinking being locked up in here with me. I don’t often think about that kind of thing, from a “fan’s” point of view. I never really did, but sometimes it hits you. I wonder what it feels like to be on their side of things? Guess like how it felt when my brothers and I found ourselves in the presence of someone we looked up to. 

But this is quite different. 

I’ve got to get this information to her. If I don’t, I’ll regret it for the rest of my days. But how in the hell am I going to speak to her while we’re under the constant eye of these masked men?

Could I write her a note, detailing it all out? No, they could find it, and then we’d really be in deep shit. Telekeneisis, speaking in code, using more hand gestures? I’m starving, and my mind is getting to a point of delirium. If it weren’t for that shower today and those frozen carrots, I’m sure I’d be on the verge of passing out, right now.

My eyes feel heavy as I watch her face half shadowed in the darkness, and I know it won’t be long until I think of something…

I fall asleep with a song stuck in my head, one that I haven’t even thought of in ages,

‘The drums will shake the castle wall, the Ringwraiths ride in black, ride on

Sing as you raise your bow, shoot straighter than before…’

The melody of Page’s mandolin is ringing in my ears as memories of writing with my brothers infiltrates my mind, my body begging for peaceful mental rest. I can almost feel the instrument in my hand and the strings against my fingers as I hear the song playing in my memory. 

‘The magic runes are writ in gold

To bring the balance back, bring it back…’

 Maybe tomorrow will bring something new. Maybe tomorrow will be better.

Y/N

“Jake… Jake, wake up…” I urge him, watching as his eyes flit around behind his eyelids. I gently press his shoulder, feeling quite uneasy about coming in on such a private moment of his. How on earth I’ve found myself being able to be the one waking him up from a deep sleep, I’ll never know. So many years ago I dreamed of just being in their presence during a show, and now, this? I dunno. Mysterious ways. 

“Jake, hey…” I try again, learning that he’s a fairly heavy sleeper. I watch his eyes finally open and register my face, and so I step back a bit as I cower from his bubble. “I’m sorry, the guards have already started patrolling, and they’re acting really weird, not telling us anything… just thought you’d want to be awake for it,” I say, having trouble explaining.

He sits up under his blanket and rubs his hands over his eyes and face. I can see the dark circles under them have gotten much worse. I also see that sometime during the night, he’d taken his shirt off, and I notice the swollen bruises on his back from the baton yesterday. They’re puffy and red, and I feel horrible knowing he has to be in pain. 

“You took your shirt off, are you not freezing in here?!” I ask, hugging my arms to myself in effort to deter asking him about his back.

“No,” he mumbles, grabbing it from the floor and sliding it back over his head. “I burn up when I sleep, burn up all the time, actually. Can’t stand having clothes on.”

I open my mouth to argue with him, my mind zipping directly back to all those years ago when we would literally beg him to take his stage jacket off for a show, and even then, he only ever showed himself shirtless a handful of times. Psh, the fucker must have liked to sweat. But it feels out of place to question him, now. 

“Everyone up! Dressed! Single file!” one of the guards yells across the room as they all finally stand at attention. 

We do as they say, getting into our little line that we’re all now so accustomed to, standing silently in front of the double doors. My hand reaches behind me and finds Paps’, the two of our fingers quickly squeezing one another’s as we remind each other that we’re okay. Jake ended up in front of me, and I can’t help but notice that his hair is as long as it’s ever been… the ends a little frayed but still sitting perfectly across his shoulders in a way my hair could never even dream of doing. I want to reach out and run my fingers through it, it looks so shiny and soft, but I stop myself, knowing that a younger me would be shaking in her boots, right now. 

“We’re going outside today, your pitiful asses need sunlight and fresh air, or else you might wither up and die, and we can’t have that,” one of the guards announces with a sarcastic laugh. I listen closely to his voice and realize that he sounds like he’s around my age. I wonder how on earth he got tied up with a job like this, at the end of the fucking world, no less. His accent even sounds local. 

“Thirty minutes. You can conversate, but keep it to a minimum, we will be monitoring your every move, your every uttered word, and don’t think we won’t,” he says, and his voice is so normal, that it isn’t even threatening. His words, though, are. “Stay within the boundaries of the courtyard, or we will use force. Do not fucking test us.” He turns and adjusts his weapon in his hands as another one opens the double doors for us to be led out. We only take a few steps before he turns back around. “Oh, and it’s not warm outside. So enjoy that.”

They lead us through the doors and down a long hallway, almost as dimly-lit as the room we live in. I see multiple doors but no windows, just long, maze-like hallways of beige-colored walls. We walk for a long time, up and down flights of stairs, and I start to wonder if they are just giving us a little extra exercise. I turn to look at Paps, finding him keeping up just fine, surprisingly. “You okay?” I mouth to him.

He smiles, giving me a sweet nod. I feel proud of him, even in this devastation we’re living in. 

As I turn back around, I see Jake looking at me directly in the eye. He seems out of breath, but not in a sense that he’s tired. He looks nervous. His eyes flick to the side and I follow them, seeing an old fire extinguisher hanging on the wall, a big black ‘X’ painted across the front of it. That’s odd. 

We walk more, and I feel the muscles in my legs start to tire up a bit on our fourth walk up a flight of stairs. We stay silent still yet, all glancing around at one another as we start to realize how huge this building really is. 

We’re led through a door again, and I watch as Jake’s eyes flit back to me again, motioning at me to look at that exact…same…extinguisher?

What the fuck?

I watch as Jake is shaking his head side to side in front of me, his fists clenching at his sides. I can tell that he’s mad, I can feel it radiating off of him. We round the corner at the end of the long hall, and finally, another set of double doors are opening to allow us to see the light of day for the first time in nearly a week. 

My eyes burn and water at the sight of it, the icy cold wind already blowing across my face as we all walk slowly outside into the grassy courtyard. Fuck, this feels good. The wind freezes my nostrils, but the sun is bright. Beaming hot rays shine down onto my face, and I take a deep breath, smelling the scent of impending snow coming through the air. As my eyes dilate, I see the green of the grass, the brown bark of the barren trees, the shadows cast from the overbearing sunlight. It’s all almost overwhelming. 

As I get my bearings and shade my eyes in the light, I look around to find everyone else doing the exact same. Not even a week we’ve been locked indoors, but that was all it took for us to crave being outside.

“Do you smell the snow?” Paps asks, a sweet smile underneath his mustache.

“Yes,” I whisper, grabbing onto his arm as we share giggles. It is rare that we get heavy snows in Tennessee, but when we do, they arrive harsh and quick. And with the way the sun feels so different now, and the weather has made such harsh changes…

I subconsciously look around for Jake, and I finally see him seated on a stone bench, his hands in his lap as he looks around at the buildings that surround us. I look back at Paps, and he motions for me to go and join him. I bite my lip. “Just go,” he says. 

As I slowly approach him, I hug my arms around myself again, feeling my skin chill from the wind. “So I guess this cold isn’t bothering you, huh?” I ask him, noting his very relaxed and carefree posture as it cuts through me like a knife. 

He looks down and picks a loose string from the gray sweats that they’ve given us. “Not really in the least,” he smiles a little, glancing up at me with one eye. I take the seat next to him on the cold bench. 

“I’m jealous, I freeze all the time. Bet you’re thriving in that cold dungeon they’re keeping us in,” I say, a little awkwardly. 

“It isn’t a dungeon,” he blurts out, his fingers brushing over the stubble that’s started to grow in over his lip and chin. I always loved him with a mustache…

“What? How do you know?”

“Did you see the fire extinguisher I pointed out to you? We passed it three times,” he says. 

“I–I’m not understanding…”

He turns slightly and glances at the guards around us, stopping speaking as they pass by. “These buildings aren’t that big… not big enough for us to have gone up and down four flights of stairs and down the exact same hallway three times. Either that guy was lost, or they were trying to confuse us on how to get out of here.”

“Oh…” I say, all of it actually making sense as I look at the building, only two stories high. “Why did they…”

“I paid attention to where we were walking, because I want to know where in the fuck I need to go when I bust out of this place, even if I’m in the dark,” he growls quietly, crossing his arms. 

“Bust out?! Jake, you can’t–”

“Yes the fuck I can,” he says, his eyes cutting to me sharply. I completely lose my breath, he is still so…

His jaw clenches as he keeps eye contact with me for just a second too long. “I think they were trying to tire out your grandfather, too,” he says. 

My heart falls. “Why, what do you mean?”

I watch his jaw clench again as he looks right ahead of us, his focused stare on the red brick of the building. “Jake! What are you talking about?” I press as I feel myself grow anxious. 

He turns to me, his face extremely close as he leans in, his eyes darting behind me to see if any of the guards are nearby. “They’re taking him.”

I feel the blood drain from my body. No… No. “They’re what? How do you know? What do you mean?!” I blab, almost too loudly. His fingers drift up to barely drift across my lips, just as they had done when he shut me up the first time. 

“Shh, you don’t know how to keep your voice down, do you?” he says, and he’s serious. For the second time in a week, Jake Kiszka has touched my lips. But, I can think about that later. His head swishes around nonchalantly as he whispers. “I have intel that they’re taking him, soon. The weakest and the oldest of the groups. It isn’t good, Y/N.”

“Wait wait, groups? There’s more of us? What in the–” I’m losing my breath, I’m so confused. “Where are they taking him? What for?” I whisper, already full of nerves and worry. 

“There are more of us. They keep us in small groups so we don’t spread gossip or information. They call them ‘pods’, and I have reason to believe that my family is in this very same building,” he explains. Just then, one of the guards walks right in front of us, giving Jake what looks to be the tiniest nod, his neck crooking ever so slightly down. 

…What? I watch as the guard’s finger slides off the trigger of his gun as he hangs closely nearby us. To my surprise, Jake keeps talking. 

“They are planning on taking your Paps, and uh,” he swallows. “What they do isn’t good, Y/N, I think they– I think they run some kind of tests on them…” 

I feel a rage I’ve never felt before boiling up in my veins. I want to lash out, I want to scream, I want to wage war on anyone who dares lay a finger on my grandfather. 

“Tests?” I ask, clipped, “What kind of tests?”

Jake swallows, keeping his eyes on the guard beside us. “Experiments.”

“Fuck…” I breathe. “No, they can’t, for what? He hasn’t done anything.. He–”

“He’s old, Y/N, his time is limited,” he says, and I watch as he struggles to explain it to me. Nothing is making sense… what in the hell is even happening? 

I’ve read plenty of books in my past that detail fictional apocalypses… the end of days in some other made-up world, but never did I think I would find myself in one, living day to day and having to think of ways to protect my family. Never.

“I won’t let them, I’ve got to do something…” I fluster, trying to stand from my place to go and be with Paps on the other side of the courtyard. Suddenly, I don’t want him out of my sight. If they’re going to take him, they’re going to take me. 

Jake’s hand is on my arm, stopping me from going anywhere. “Wait, listen. Don’t you want to know why they’re taking him, the oldest and the weakest?”

“Yes, but… you saw Paps in there, he kept up with us as we walked, he isn’t weak–”

“Exactly,” Jake says, “which makes me think we have some time.” I’m rendered speechless, the weight of everything falling over me as I’m enveloped with overwhelming worry. I look to the guard again as Jake goes on with a speech that he should be keeping quiet, but he isn’t.

“We’re immune, Y/N, from the rash. All of us, that’s why we’re here. They’re collecting us,” he says, no longer caring of the tone of his voice being loud enough for anyone to hear. I keep my eyes on the guard. 

“In the past few days, I’ve learned more than I ever thought could be possible, found out more information than I even have time to explain to you right now…”

“Try, Jake, please, I’m so lost…” I plead, my eyes never leaving the guard as Jake’s chin is almost rested on my shoulder, his lips close to my ear. I’m nearly shuddering at his proximity, but I have to force it away. The emotions running through me right now are almost too much to bear. 

“We are a part of something much, much bigger than us. Something that we can’t even fathom. You weren’t that far off when you said that those things that captured you didn’t feel human, it’s because they’re not. The world as we know it is trying to push us off, kill us with the monster that we created, but some of us, we are immune to that sickness. You, me, your Paps… all of us can’t be infected by technology. So they came and gathered us here to wait while the rest of us are collected, so that we can continue on with mankind.”

I’m speechless again as I let his words sink in. Nothing makes sense, everything is so far off base, I can hardly form a thought. 

Continue on with…mankind?

“There’s so much more to explain, and I will, later, but our connection to this is much, much deeper than the people that we’re locked in here with. And I think we are going to have to pay for it…”

“Pay?” I ask. “Why us, and not them?”

He’s quiet again as the wind blows his hair across my face. I think I’m about to pass out as I feel him so close, but then I remember the heaviness of the words he’s saying, and not the feeling of his strands drifting across my face, as I’ve pictured them doing a million times before…

“You loved our music, right? Must have meant you had a love for our inspiration?” he asks, throwing me off. 

“Yeah, I guess…” I say, blinking as his strands catch in my eyelashes. 

“There were a bunch… who was your favorite? Who did you listen to most?” he asks. 

What the fuck? What does this matter?

“Uh, I dunno, Zeppelin, I guess?” 

“Good! Good… that’s good… so you are very familiar with them…” he breathes, confusing me even more. I pull away and meet his eyes, full of some type of new light. 

“...Yes…” I say through my teeth, the irony of the comparison almost making me laugh given their past with the band. 

He swallows hard as we hear a whistle being blown. 

‘The drums will shake the castle wall, the Ringwraiths ride in black, ride on

Sing as you raise your bow, shoot straighter than before…’ he sings, and I instantly recognize the song. 

‘The magic runes are writ in gold

To bring the balance back, bring it back…’

I nod harshly. “Yes, Evermore…?” 

“Yeah, that’s right. Inspired us a lot for–”

“Garden’s Gate. Yeah, I kinda always figured that…” I interrupt, wanting him to get along with it. “What does that have to do with anything?”

He bites his lips, his cheeks turning a deep pink. “Plant drew inspiration from Tolkien to write that song, right? Based the lyrics on a far-away world?” he goes on.

“Right, yeah…”

He licks his lips as he tries to formulate his words. “What if Evermore were real? What if it really exists somewhere out there, but only very little people know of its existence?”

“What are you talking about, Jake?”

“Would it be so far off to think that a song inspired us so heavily that it gave my brother confidence to write about a world that he had dreamt up? Had nightmares about? Decades-long nightmares about a world that we don’t believe exists, but only in our music…?” 

My eyes clench as I try and understand. 

“Jake, I’m…” I don’t really understand what he’s trying to say. “Josh had nightmares?”

He nods slowly. “Tons of them. About battles, ancient tales, warriors, characters who inhabited other worlds…” He pulls away, his eyes fixated onto mine. “About technology overtaking the world…” 

Oh. Oh my…god…

My face drops as my eyebrows raise. “What… how is that even…?”

I look to the guard again, watching as he nods at me, just as he had Jake. I hear the whistle again. 

“I have more to tell you, but first we have to save your grandfather…” he says. 

I feel panicked. “Is that man your intel?” I ask Jake as I turn to him and ask about the guard beside us. 

He nods, taking both of my hands in his. “Yes, he can be trusted. And so can his brother. There is so much more, Y/N, I just need to know that you trust me… do you trust me?”

Me? Is Jake Kiszka asking me to trust him?!

“Yeah, of course I do… I just–” The group is being rushed out as the whistle continues to be blown. I’m being pulled in the crowd away from Jake… but I watch as he mumbles to me. 

‘The magic runes are writ in gold

To bring the balance back, bring it back…’

Suddenly Paps’ hand is grasped in mine, and I feel the wind cut through my thin sweatshirt. I glance over to Jake again as he points to his arm once more, again telling me not to let anyone see the marks of my tattoos.

—-

We’re led back inside, taking the same route we did earlier, but backwards. I pay attention now, realizing that Jake was absolutely right. We pass the fire extinguisher three times, and go up and down the staircases an uneven amount of times it would take in this two-story building, even if it were the dungeon that they are keeping us in. 

My throat is dry as my emotions settle in, and I keep a keen eye on Paps, who I have let walk in front of me in our line. I need to tell him, but they will hear me. They will know. 

And Jake has intel?! What the fuck? How did he know he could trust that guard, we couldn’t even see his face! And he has a brother…?! All of this is still so gray to me, and I struggle with myself as I become a little internally irate that I don’t know every detail, like Jake does. I wish that we had more time to talk. More privacy. 

Jake is somewhere in the line behind me, and I try my best not to turn around and look at him. I need to look at him. I pull my sleeve down over my ink-covered arm, just like he’d asked, clutching the fabric tightly in my hand as we pace down yet another hallway. 

As they’re pulling us through a heavy metal door, two other guards are standing on the threshold. These guards aren’t like the ones who stay with us, they’re taller, thinner, and dressed differently than the ones we’re familiar with. They’re dressed in robes with hoods covering their heads, with heavy armored clothing underneath. They aren’t armed, but their faces are still covered. As the line passes between them, my stomach drops with a horrible feeling of dread. Something isn’t right…

These men aren’t guards, they’re the same beings that took us from the truck that night. 

“Paps!!” I scream, just as they grab onto either one of his arms, dragging him away from the line and through the door to another room. “Let him go!!!” I yell, my voice barely making the words out as I grab onto his waist, pulling him away from them. 

I catch his eyes, panicked and terrified as he fights against them. I feel Jake suddenly behind me, reaching out for Paps’ hands, as well. “Where are you taking him?!” Jake screams. “Don!”

“Y/N, no! Don’t let them…!” Paps yells back at me before a cloth is stretched over his mouth and eyes, and the heavy doors shut before us, leaving the whole group in a fury of madness. 

All of us, all of these people whom we don’t know but have spent the past few days locked up alongside us, all screaming and yelling and throwing their fists into the air to the guards who govern us. In this tiny landing in the curve of two stairwells, finally, all of us rise up against the guards in retaliation. 

“Let him go!”

“Bring him back!”

“Fuck you all, take us too!”

I hear the bunch of us erupt as my ears go deaf with adrenaline. I rush to the door, pushing my entire body weight against it to try and get through…to chase after where they had taken Paps. But it’s locked, barricaded with something heavy. 

I turn around again to the angry mob, the guards using force to hold them all back into the corner. They fight, they hit, they pull…I feel pride in the fact that maybe we aren’t all worthless in this place, after all... Watching on as we all finally stand up to them. 

But the thought is fleeting, as I watch Jake fall to the floor, blood pouring from the side of his face. I’m stunned, watching as it pools beside him. 

No…god, no. 

I rush to him, now, the mob of immunes now more infuriated than ever. There are only ten or twelve of us, all ranging in age and color and background…but they form a protective circle around Jake and I, layers of backs crowded above the two of us as I comfort Jake on the ground. 

Fearful tears are pooling in my eyes, and I feel the chaos above as I kneel beside him. They’re beating them, using force to drive through the protective wall to get to us, continuing on with trying to get to Jake. What had he done to piss them off? 

JAKE

I feel sharp pain near my temple and a dizziness overtaking my mind, but I also feel Y/N’s hand pressed tightly to my scalp and her presence beside me. I float in and out of consciousness, the noise of the chaos above me sounding more like a dull drone than individual yells. I’m being pushed and held down, but her hand never falters from trying to stop whatever blood is coming from the side of my head. I can taste metal in my mouth, and my ears are ringing so loudly that it hurts. There’s no doubt I will probably have a concussion. 

I look up at the blur above me, arms flailing, fists flying… all trying to protect me from…

Those beings. I know what they are…

They look different, though. They don’t look like the harmless hooded characters we emblazoned on the cover of our second EP, our mascots of sorts that adorned the front of so many posters and media. I remember how particular Josh was with coming up with the image of them, how cryptic he kept his descriptions. It all makes sense now… he was dreaming about the beings who exist between both realms. 

And apparently, they aren’t as nice as we had always envisioned them to be. 

Underneath their robes is a type of armor, chainmailled body suits made of heavy silver rings, all intertwined together and covering their chests like knights. Their faces can’t be seen, though I’m positive they keep them hidden under the heavy hood with a mask of sorts. They aren’t peaceful characters. What I always pictured as ancient representatives of our beloved world, our Infisonicosm, are nothing more than violent creatures who are apparently the ones sent to take drastic measures to protect the integrity of their realm. And capture my brothers and I.

It feels so out of sorts to even be thinking like this, believing what the First and Second told me about the parallel realm that we had written about. It’s ridiculous. It feels like insanity has overtaken my brain, believing in something so far-fetched that I actually want to laugh. 

…But all I want to do is run to my brothers and tell them that it is all fucking real. That Josh’s nightmares weren’t just dreams. That Danny was right all along, and nearly every single theory that was dreamt up by us alongside the ones who loved our music was, in fact, truth. 

“Jake!!!” I hear Y/N yell above the ruckus, trying her best to pull me to my feet. I’m dizzy, but I make it to my feet and stumble toward the stairs as she pulls me along, the angry mob behind me somehow holding off the creatures that haunted Josh’s nightmares. They need me. They want to hurt me, but they know I am valuable to their success. I have got to find my brothers, I have got to escape this place…

The two of us rush down the stairs, my feet carrying me quickly through the halls and dark staircases. Her hand is in mine, pulling me and keeping me on track as I stumble and bounce off the walls. “Stay with me, Jake… stay with me…” she beckons, and through my deafened ears, her voice is angelic.

My eyes stay half-closed as I run, keying in on her voice and the feeling of her hand pulling me along. I want to listen to her talk to me, I need the sound of it to keep me going… to keep me from succumbing to the dizziness. 

“Keep… Keep talking to me, Y/N,” I stammer out as we blast through another heavy metal door. I hear loud bangs and slams far behind us, and the pure fear of being caught again perpetuates my legs to keep moving. 

Suddenly I feel her hands on the sides of my head, her face so close I can feel her breath. “Jake, Jacob, look at me… open your eyes, we have got to keep running…” she pants, and the cadence of her encouragement lights a fire beneath me. “We’ve got to go, they’re chasing us…”

We take off again, the hallways seeming to become darker and darker the further along we go. I hear footsteps echoing behind us, and I know I’ve got to keep going, keep running. My heart is pounding as I try to stay alert. I know she has no idea where she’s going, but I’m just happy she is bringing me along. 

“Come on, Jake… come on…” she urges with a whisper, her hand squeezing at mine as she glances back at me every few seconds. It’s a miracle they haven’t caught up with us yet. I’m so out of breath I can hardly stand it, and the blood is dripping from the side of my head down onto my shoulder. But I hold her hand steady. 

The lights are flashing down here, and it seems as though we’ve run so far that we’ve reached a place that not many go. It’s almost too quiet, and only the sound of our heavy breathing is bouncing off the walls. We pause, looking around to gather ourselves as we take a second to breathe. 

“Are you okay?” she whispers, her hand shakily coming up to touch what I assume to be my head wound. I feel the immediate need to comfort her; the sound of the worry in her voice shoots right through my gut. 

“No, but I’m alright…” I breathe, barely hanging on to my consciousness. Thankfully, the adrenaline from running from those things has taken over and gotten me to safety. My chest is rattled and my limbs are sore, but still all I can think about is the terror that’s written all over Y/N’s face as she fights her instinct to want to assess me. “I’ll make it,” I reassure her.

“Your head, Jake, they– they hit you really hard…” her voice cracks, tears almost filling her eyes. I must look worse than I feel. The lights flash again and I suddenly notice a rumble under my feet.

“M’ okay, I prom- promise…” I stumble out, hanging on to my thoughts with everything in me. 

“Whoa,” she says, looking to the floor as she drops my hands. “What’s that?!”

The floor is vibrating, the walls around us beginning to make a loud humming noise as I start to feel uneasy again. The footsteps are still bounding toward us as we both scan around looking for another exit.

Suddenly, it’s as if the earth itself has decided to make every noise that has existed since the dawn of time- howling, cracking, lurching, growling… we both move our hands to cover our ears from the deafening sound, the shaking beneath our feet becoming more and more violent. 

It’s then that I know exactly what’s happening, another sinkhole. Right where we stand.

As the realization hits me, and the structure surrounding us begins to falter, I watch as the two creatures chasing us bound through the door we had just passed through, their arms outstretched and racing for us as we back away, hurling ourselves through the only other door that is available. 

The whole building begins to feel like it’s shaking, giving out from underneath us as I can feel the once-sturdy beams and foundation begin to give way. We have got to run. 

We race through the door, still hand in hand as we begin ascending the stairs now, trying to get out and to higher ground away from the buildings. I can’t explain the fear that’s rushing through my body; I’m not sure I’ve ever been as blatantly terrified for my own life as I am, right now. Fight or flight doesn’t even begin to compare to the fear of running from two things at once, both of them wanting to take your life for their own.

Running, bounding, skipping up stairs more quickly than I ever have before… somehow or another I’m managing, all because of the girl in front of me directing my motions, and not even thinking about leaving me behind. 

They’re on our tails, I can feel them… likely running to get to higher ground, too, at this point. The sound is still deafening in my ears as the walls begin cracking around us. We get to the top of a staircase and a bout of clarity hits me. I see one of those damned fire extinguishers hanging on the wall, an axe in the glass case with it.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!! Stop stop…” I say to her as I halt, our shoes sliding across the floor. I rip my shirt off, quickly wrapping the fabric around my hand. 

“What are you doing, Jake? We have to go!!” she yells, and I see the shadowed figures through the glass of the doors, bounding toward us. Without even thinking, I take my wrapped fist and break the glass, grabbing the axe that lies inside it. 

“Shut the doors shut the doors!” I yell at her, and she does, quickly leaning her back against them so that I can position the end of the axe through the door handles. Just as the head of the axe falls into place, the two figures hit the doors, trying as they might to pass through them. We step back, realizing our barrier is holding, and they cannot pass through it. I watch as Y/N holds both of her middle fingers up to them, and I hear their inhuman screams from the other side of the doors as they thrust their shoulders against them. 

Again we begin to run, flying up a set of stairs where I can see sunlight peeking through one of the windows. The building is shaking and moving below us, and my terror is at an all time high. Up we climb, my heart pounding as I watch her in front of me, turning to check on me every few seconds just as she had been. My heart flutters for just a split second at her concern for me, but it’s overtaken by the impending relief I feel for seeing daylight. 

“Go, Y/N! We’re almost there!” I yell, the ground below me vibrating so hard now that I nearly lose my balance and I put my shirt back on. “Run!!!” 

Finally we top the stairs and burst through the luckily unlocked door, rushing out into the cold brightness of the day. Yes, yes yes… I’ve never been happier to feel the cold rush of wind entering my lungs. My legs still carry me quickly over the now cracked concrete parking lot, around all of the old, dusty parked vehicles, and over barriers and fences as we run from the dreadful sound. I reach and grasp her hand in mine again as we hop over concrete barriers, onto what used to be the freeway.

A quick glance behind me shows me a sight I never thought I would see- the whole area we had just managed to run from, swallowed up by the earth. Fuck, Don…

I squeeze her hand as we rush again, both of us afraid that the fault line will continue to follow us. We run until we can’t anymore, until our legs are giving out on us, until we can hardly catch our breath. I finally stop, the dizziness beginning to reenter my mind as my adrenaline wears off. We’ve run about a half a mile, and we’re nearing what once was a string of stores. It’s abandoned, and shows no sign of any inhabitants. 

“Hey, are you okay?” she pants as we maneuver through the tall grasses that have grown through the parking lot. 

“I’m alright, I’ll make it…” I reassure her, watching her eyes light up when I say that I am okay. I squeeze her hand as we slow to a walk, feeling now that we might be safe.

We make our way to one of the old store fronts, what looks to be a convenience store. The windows are bashed out, and it has been looted, but I also notice something else on the cement below the door- fresh drops of blood. 

“Hey, Y/N,” I whisper, motioning to it. She looks to me as we both try and catch our breath, her brows furrowing in just as much confusion that’s probably written on my face too. I take the lead, the dizziness beginning to dissipate a little as I catch my breath, and my body calms. “Shh,” I motion with my finger over my lips, walking us through the old window as I follow the blood trail. 

We’re careful as we step over the glass shards and destroyed shelves, looking around to see if we could see anyone. Half of me thinks this is a horrible idea, and the other half wants to see if there is an injured individual who is hiding away, just as we are. I grab a pocketknife that once sat for sale on the shelf, wielding the blade in preparation.

There’s barely a breeze that floats through the old store, but I watch as the blood drops get smaller and smaller. They lead us to a door of what used to be the office of the manager of the store. Again, I hold my finger to my lips as I prepare to open it. This is such a bad idea…

My hand is shaking as I reach for the knob, second-guessing my decision with every ticking second. But Y/N doesn’t stop me, she must also know that any living thing we come in contact with is valuable, at this point. I grip the old gold knob and twist, my heart thrumming in my chest as I mentally prepare myself to fight. 

I shove the door open, and what I lay my eyes upon almost took all the breath from my lungs. 

“Sam?!”

“Oh my god, Jake!” He lurches toward me as I drop the knife to the ground, and the arms of my brother finally wrap around me in an unbelievably welcome embrace. 

Tears immediately fall from my eyes as we hold each other, and I can no longer feel the throbbing pain in my temple. “Is this real? Are you real?” I cry out, pounding my fist into his back in disbelief. 

“Yea, yea, I’m here!” Sam cries. “Fuck how did you–”

We pull away, meeting eyes as we fight to believe it. “There was another sink hole, we–we just managed to get out… we barely made it,” I explain, feeling out of breath again. “God, what– why are you here!? How did we find you?”

“We ran, we ran too! I used to come to this store sometimes, I dunno, it’s just where I ended up running to, then I was breaking the glass to get in and I sliced my hand open…” he says, running his hand along his dripping nose. “I heard you coming and we ran to hide…”

“We? Who’s we?!” I ask, looking around for someone else. 

“Jake? What the fuck?!” 

I turn to the voice behind me, recognizing it right off the bat as Daniel. I run to him, too, extending my arms around his torso as we embrace. “Oh my god…” he wails. “We didn’t think we’d find you, why are you here? How did you find us?!”

“Me and Y/N, we just ran…” I say, stepping back to look at her. She’s standing with her arms crossed, tears filling her eyes. “What’s wrong, are you okay?”

It only then hit me that she is watching the three of us reconvene, up close and personal. She looks like she’s in shock. 

“Yeah, I just…wow I never, I’m so glad you’re all okay…” she says through a thick smile. 

Immediately, Sam is walking to her through the pillaged rubble of the store. “Hey, I’m Sam, I’d shake your hand but, kinda bloody,” he says, extending his left hand instead. She sweetly takes it, her cheeks turning the brightest shade of pink.

“She knows who you are, Sam. She uh, followed us for years,” I explain. 

Sam glances at me with wide eyes. “No! You’re kidding!” 

I notice her cower back in shyness. “Yeah, sure did. Since uhm, since Strange Horizons,” she giggles. “All the way up until…”

The three of us stare at her as she collects her emotions. “I had tickets to the first show you had to cancel. Kind of uh, ironic, now…”

“Yeah, that one was a bit out of our hands,” Sam grunts through a laugh. I take notice of how long his beard has gotten, making me run my hand over my own rough, scruffy face. I haven’t even looked in a mirror in weeks.

“How in the hell did you two link up?” Danny interrupts my thoughts. 

“They had us in the same group, she and her grandfather,” I say, looking at her again. Her eyes hold mine for only a few seconds, fear and terror and sadness washing over her. She turns away as it looks as though she’s embarrassed for us to see her upset. 

I go to her as she turns, placing my hand on her shoulder. “Hey, hey, he probably made it out, they wouldn’t have just left him…he’s a strong and able bodied man, he—he’s probably rushing around trying to find you, right now,” I try to console her. 

“No he isn’t, Jake, you saw what happened to that building! There’s no way he made it!” she whisper-cries, covering her mouth. 

“Hey you don’t know that, Y/N. Those…things may have taken them with them when they ran. They know he was valuable. For all we know they got him out safely, you can’t think like that…” I say, and she bites her lips in trying to hold back her sobs. She holds herself as I hear Danny and Sam trying to make themselves invisible with pointless tasks behind us. She looks absolutely distraught. 

So I do the first thing that pops into my head, I take her into my best comforting embrace. “It’s alright, it’s okay to freak out for a second, if you need to…” I say. 

Her forehead rests on my shoulder as I feel her let it all go, her fear and sadness and worry that she’s been holding in for her grandfather. I can’t even imagine what she’s feeling right now. “Shh, it’s alright. We’ll find him, Y/N, I promise. We will find him.”

My promise holds less weight than I make it sound, but anything I can muster to try and qualm her sobs and calm her thoughts. I know how she feels, at least, being ripped apart from your family and forced into this terror. She relaxes into me for a short-lived few seconds, but as soon as she does, it’s as if the world around us disappears. I haven’t felt another human’s touch like this in weeks… the last time I really felt this connection was one morning before we left for the cabins, when my mom decided to break down on me a little, and I consoled her cries in the kitchen. 

It’s strange really, what the lack of that human connection can do to your psyche. You don’t really ever realize how much we thrive off of it, how much the chemicals in our brains rely on that rush of endorphins to keep us intact. I’ve missed it, I’ve missed a lot, honestly, but you don’t have time to think about your physical needs when you’re trying to survive. So I let her fall into me, and I into her, her hands gripping into the back of my shirt as her sobs shake her chest. I allow myself to squeeze her shoulders under mine, and rest my chin on top of her head, feeling more relaxed than I have in months. This feels…

“I’m sorry,” she says as she quickly pulls away and wipes her eyes. “Fuck, I shouldn’t be—“

“No no, it’s okay, don’t worry,” I say, the disconnection from her feeling more intense than I thought it would. Like my second of euphoria was snapped in half, right before the comedown. She dries it up quickly as she hides her face from me, and I decide to give her a second. I still feel a strange tingle shooting its way through my body, and I know for a fact just that small act of comfort will have me craving more later. 

“Jake, have you seen Josh anywhere? Heard from anyone else?” Sam says as he walks my way. 

I shake my head. “No, but I have some um, information…that I think could help us find everyone. But it isn’t the best,” I choke out as I watch their brows furrow. 

“What do you mean?” Danny asks, glancing back over to where Y/N is trying to collect herself.

I take a deep breath as I grab ahold of the old countertop beside me, still worn from years of use. My knuckles are red and busted, and my fingers look more frail than they have in my entire life. 

I’m honestly not even sure where to start with this…

“Daniel, before they took us, before everyone got separated, those thoughts you were having, those suspicions about our lyrics and our world…they’re um. They’re very, extremely real,” I try and begin to explain. “Unfortunately, I think… I think we’re in for a lot worse than we realize…”

"Wait, what? What do you mean they're real?" he asks, stepping toward me.

I take a short, chopped breath. "It exists, guys. That world we created, that we built from Josh's crazy fucking thoughts... We didn't invent it, it's real. It's in another realm that exists alongside ours. Josh um, Josh dreamt about it, for years. Everything he dreamed, he passed along into our music, visually, and conceptually. He was dreaming about it because it's not fictional. It's totally and completely a place that lives and breathes, just like we do."

It’s then that the four of us freeze, hearing loud footsteps trudging across the gravel-covered pavement in the lot outside. Three sets, at least. 

“Fuck,” Danny whispers as we all jump straight into panic again, rushing toward the back of the building to find a back door. 

We bust through, rushing to the heavily-wooded area behind the line of stores, straight to the unknown.

Again. Running…

Fear and anxiety grip me again as we rush up the hill, briars and sticks catching against my skin. Daniel and Sam are ahead of me as we scale up the steep incline, darting straight for any type of coverage we can find. I look back, realizing that it’s now my turn to find Y/N’s hand, and pull her along. 

No longer is my head throbbing, no longer is the dizziness wracking through my psyche. I’m not sure what switched, only fifteen minutes ago I was passing out as she pulled me through the hallways to safety, but here, now… I feel more clarity than ever. 

I find her hand, still damp from wiping her own tears, and I pull her to my side, giving her hand a tight squeeze as we run. We finally top the incline into a field full of trash and old machinery, abandoned vehicles and an old shed in the corner. The trees tower high above us, and I’m thankful that they had provided us with high boots as they held us in that damned building. We quickly trudge through the thick grass, and it dawns on me then how much nature has already begun to take over. How tall the bushes are, how much foliage grows on the trees.

It hits me then– it’s supposed to be winter… Why is everything so green?

I shake the disorienting thought from my head as I follow behind Danny and Sam, a quick and agile Y/N keeping right up with us. Darkness is about to fall, but my brothers and I are resourceful. Suddenly a brand new journey is awaiting us, a manhunt for the ages as our main concern is now finding Paps, and finding the rest of my family. 

As we run, I dig deep for gumption, for something steadfast to hold onto so that we can keep going. So we can work together to get through this, one step at a time. Our road ahead is going to be one of the most difficult we’ve navigated yet, but now I’ve got a team behind me. And though my other half is missing, I’ve got more drive than ever to find him, and stop them from taking us for our knowledge and twisting it for what we thought was imaginary, and using it to their own agenda.

I won’t be able to save the world, but damned if I’m not gonna try. 

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[a-dirty-secret]

Johnny's Girl - Part 16

tw: dub/non-con, hematolagnia, dacryphilia, blood, violence, stalking, rough sex

You were out back, laying alone in the bed of an old truck that Johnny had previously filled with blankets and pillows. He'd picked up food from a diner you'd mentioned before and set it up in the back of the truck. You'd mentioned it being your ideal type of date, and of course Johnny remembered.

It quickly became one of your favorite places, so Johnny wasn't surprised to find you there. "Hey, been waitin' for ya'. Why didn't you tell me you were comin' out here?"

"I wanted to give you some time with any new whores you have locked in the basement." You say bitterly.

"You ever gonna let this go? I dunno what you want me to do about it, I keep tellin' you it won't happen again."

You sit up and glare at Johnny. "Maybe I should go out and let some guy stick his cock inside of me. Let him cum inside of me. Then we can have a competition to see who lets it go first."

Johnny reaches out and grabs you by the shirt, yanking you out of the bed of the truck. One hand keeps a tight grip of your shirt, the other grips your jaw tightly. "You. Belong. To. Me." He says through gritted teeth.

"See? You can barely even handle the thought of it."

He releases his grip and takes a step back as you rub your jaw. "It's not the same." He says, avoiding your gaze.

"How is it not the same?! Am I your girlfriend or your victim?! I hate to fucking break it to you, but in an ACTUAL relationship, it's a two-way street Johnny."

"Oh, you feel like a fuckin' victim?! Maybe I should tie you up and throw you back in the basement!"

"Don't avoid the actual point, Johnny!"

"I said I won't do it again, what more do you want from me?!"

"Oh, excuse me for thinking the cheating, cannibalistic serial killer may have a hard time keeping his word!"

"If that's all I am to you then why are you even here?!"

"BECAUSE YOU WON'T LET ME LEAVE!"

With that Johnny turns, lighting a cigarette as he walks away. You sigh, getting back into the bed of the truck. The truth is, you had a hard time planning out an escape, because you couldn't bear the thought of leaving Johnny. In your mind that fact further confirmed that getting out was necessary.

Johnny walked to the front of the house and sat on the steps as pain radiated through his body. He felt like he was losing you. He had to figure something out, some way to make it up to you.

The door opened and Sissy poked her head out. "Your mama's on the phone, sugar!"

Johnny got up and made his way to the phone. "Hey mama."

"Johnny, I need some help over here. There's been some people snoopin' around and I can't handle it by myself. Need you to make your way over here first thing in the morning."

"I... Yes ma'am."

"You what? You got somethin' to say? Don't wanna leave your little whore all by her lonesome?"

"I'll be there." He says, hanging up the phone. His mama would yell at him for that when she saw him, but he didn't care. He sighed, heading through the house and making his way back to you.

He got in the bed of the truck and sat there silently for a few moments. "I don't know if you give a damn, but I gotta leave to go to my mama's tomorrow." A few more moments pass before he speaks again. "Look, I know it don't make it better, but I wish I could take it back. I never felt like a monster until I hurt you."

You sit up and move to Johnny's side. He links his fingers with yours as you rest your head on his shoulder. "How long will you be gone?"

"I dunno. Hopefully only about a week. I don't much like the thought of being away from you for longer than I have to be."

"Don't worry, Sissy will still be here to babysit me." You say flatly.

"Goddamn it, I can't say nothin' to you! I just wanted to spend one more night with you before I left, but it's clear you don't want me around. I'll just leave now, make it easier for ya'." He gets up and makes his way to the house.

You sit, unmoving, watching him walk away. Johnny being gone would give you the perfect opportunity to escape, so letting him walk away without even one more kiss...

"Johnny, wait!" He stops, turning around and crossing his arms.

You walk up to him and place your hands gently on his arms. He lowers them, allowing you to close the distance between you as your arms wrap around his neck. He kisses you tenderly, pulling you against him tightly.

"C'mon, we'll have a private going away party." You say with a wink, grabbing his hand and leading him back to the truck.

*** You woke up to the sunrise the next morning, a sense of dread filling your chest. Johnny ate breakfast quickly, letting the family know he was going to be leaving. Far too soon you're following him out the door and to his truck. You quickly run in front of him and lean against the drivers side door.

"Not gonna let me leave, huh?" He says with a smirk, wrapping his arms around you.

"I'm gonna miss you, Johnny..." You say quietly.

"Don't worry darlin', I'll be back before you know it." He says, taking your chin between his thumb and index finger and placing a soft kiss on your lips before you step aside. You watch him drive away until his truck is no longer in view, then make your way inside to start your chores.

*** You were quiet for the next couple of days. Sissy assumed it was because you missed Johnny, but she was only partially right. Escaping should be easy, you'd gone over it in your head a thousand times. They didn't trust you enough to give you keys to the property, but it wasn't difficult for you to find something to pick the lock with while you were cleaning.

You sat in the bed of truck, staring at the house. It was a dark and cloudy night, perfect conditions. Feeling like you'd laid there long enough, you quickly and quietly make your way to the back gate and begin working on the lock. Your hands shake as the lock finally gives way.

You turn off the battery that's electrifying the exit and run. You run for what feels like hours until you reach a road you recognize, then continue running. Just as your legs are about to give out, you make it to your house. You open the door and collapse on the floor, tears streaming down your face as you desperately try to catch your breath.

You force yourself to stand on shaky legs, knowing you need to get on the road as soon as possible. As much as you'd like to stay here, you knew it wasn't possible. You grab a flashlight from a drawer in the kitchen and head for your bedroom. You grab a bag and throw in some clothes before reaching your hand behind the bottom dresser drawer. You let out a sigh of relief when you find your savings right where you left them.

You put the money in the bag and rush to the car, thankful you'd just filled up the tank before finding yourself in the Sawyer basement. You start it up and get on the road. You didn't know where you were going, but for the first time in a long time, you were free.

[xander-morrison]

Learning Tekken 8 Journal (Day 1)

Today is the day! Loving this game so far. For reference, the only other Tekken game I've played (aside from one match of T7 at an arcade) is T3, so I have a LOT to catch up on. Like, aside from me being unfamiliar with half of the cast, characters I DO know have more moves now, there's walls on stages now, characters get rage art super moves now, etc. Plus all the stuff actually new to T8.

With so much to learn, I figured I'd stick to some familiar territory and pick up my main from T3, Xiaoyu. I figure I'll use her for a bit, progress through the single player arcade thing until I feel more comfy with the game's mechanics, and then learn at least a little of each character until I pick a main for sure. Xiaoyu is a fine character of course, but one, I don't want to lock in a main without trying everyone out first, and two, as much as I like how she plays, I don't care much for her as a character. Generic Asian schoolgirl types are just... really not my thing. If she still plays the best for me out of everyone, I won't be upset keeping her as a main, I don't hate her or anything.

I played the arcade story thing for about 3 hours and made it to the orange ranks, at which point the game wants me to start learning more in-depth combos for my character. I figure that's a good time to try some new characters, rather than get too invested in one. Characters I have my eye on include:

Zafina (I hear she plays kinda like Xiaoyu with a few stances and such, but I think she's a way cooler character)

King (I originally wanted to main him in T3, but his multi-button inputs were a lot harder in that game and that was a major sticking point for me since I was brand new to the game. They seem much more lenient so far in T8 so he might be worth revisiting)

Devil Jin (His character reveal trailer made him look really cool, I don't think I have the tech skill to main a Mishima at the moment but still)

Steve (I hear this character is hard as shit but I'm really curious how he plays without kicks. Who knows, maybe it'll click)

This is the first game since like... Overwatch in 2018 that I've felt inspired to actually grind and get competitive at. Normally I am very much a one player game kind of guy, my most played games are roguelikes, RPGs and Souls games. Tekken is fun enough to make me really want to sink my teeth into it and stick around. It's my first modern fighting game (my next most recent fighting game I own is fucking Injustice 1), and the first one I have the chance to play actual online for. I've played a handful of older fighting games against bots and my friends, but will that gave me any advantage over everyone else new to Tekken? Probably not.

I'll be updating this lil adventure from time to time with the "#tekken 8 journal" tag on here. I actually really wanted to record this learning experience for youtube as well (@transjester64 and I have a gaming channel called Look What We Played), but I need to install a new cooler part for my PC for it to be able to handle both playing and recording without issues. :( Hopefully I can get that up and running soon, I like sharing this kind of stuff (obviously lmao)

[fanfic-lover-girl]

I wish I loved Korra and Hermione

I want to pause my negativity for a bit and be a bit more open about my feelings about Korra and Hermione. I know I rag on these 2 characters but part of me genuinely does want to like them. I really do because I see myself a lot in both of them. Which is why the handling of their characters frustrates me.

Like Hermione, studying and school was my main source of self-worth. I was the brightest girl in highschool. This is why when I went to college, I found it hard to cope with being around peers so much "better" than me. For a while, I felt worthless. Like Hermione, I am not very girly. It's only recently that I have begun wearing dresses to weddings and such. I don't like makeup and I find it hard to care much about my hair. Like Hermione, I found it hard to make friends in school and usually had a small circle.

Same points with Korra. I was very sheltered growing up. I was a good student in STEM but struggled in subjects like the humanities and hated them because of it (like Korra with airbending). I was naive about the world in many ways. I never had big crushes but it is disappointing to find yourself liking a guy only to find out he has a girlfriend or sees you like a sister. I could not relate to Aang but I could relate to Korra's louder personality and tougher nature. And I am black so there's the skin factor too.

Like both, I was kind of violent towards boys growing up, especially in primary school. I remember chasing boys with sticks and even hitting a classmate over the head with a book. I was an emotional kid for real. Thank God no one ever hit me back. And this is why I am against female violence against guys being treated as a joke in media.

I find Krum's interest in Hermione very inspiring. This famous senior likes her even though she's average. While Ron can be a jerk, mostly due to teenage boy immaturity, for the most part, Ron is very caring towards her. Sometimes I feel self-conscious because the only guys who have ever had interest in me have been random guys off the street in Jamaica. The friendly newspaper guy calling me 'princess'. A grown man with yellowing teeth who insisted on walking with me. A highschool dropout guy who also insisted on walking with me. In the US, another grown, sloppy black man trying to get to know me on the bus. Ugh. I wonder if any guy in my circle would ever find me desirable and Hermione is a nice representation of hope.

I just hate how Hermione and Korra's flaws are hardly acknowledged by the narrative. I don't like how they treat their love interests. I don't like how them being jerks to the people around them makes them badasses or girlbosses.

I wish we could have gotten an arc for Hermione where she discovered that she did not need to get top grades to prove herself. Because Hermione deserved better than 'oh you're smart, Neville is dumb so you're ok for a muggleborne' from Hagrid. Hermione should not have to be smart to be worthy of her magic. All Hagrid did in that scene was justify pureblood supremacy logic. I wish we had seen more of her relationship with her parents. It's sad how she obliviated her parents and it's treated as inconsequential dialogue. I wish she had more female friends. Hermione acts like a 'pick me' type and I dislike how JKR used her and Ginny to demonize other types of girls. Maybe she could have had an arc where she learns that there is more to being smart besides being booksmart. A lot of her brightness is really due to memorization. So many possibilities with a Hermione and Luna friendship. Just imagine!

As for Korra...sigh. I wish everything was not handed to her. I wish we could have seen more of her struggling with airbending and her spirituality. I know Bryke had issues with pacing due to how LOK was produced at Nick but still. I wish she was called out for her bad decisions and she took responsibility. Now that I think about it, it would have been so cool to see Korra have to use her wits instead of her fists against a spirit foe like Koh after she left the portals open (dying from wasted potential!). I wish she went on a real Avatar journey so that through her we could learn how the cultures outside the water tribe have changed. I wish Korra did not perpetuate the stereotype of the angry/obnoxious black woman. Korra had the potential to be a way more interesting avatar than Aang and have a healthier romantic relationship but Bryke blew it. The relationship drama with Asami and Mako was disgusting and I hate Bryke's torture porn fetish with Korra. They treated Ozai with more dignity than Korra! The worst Ozai got was a drooling scene while the Gaang cracked jokes while Korra literally thanked her enemy for her trauma!!! The injustice! Bryke really hates women!

I am just rambling but I realized there are almost no female characters that I resonate with that are like me in the media I know. I wish Korra and Hermione had better writers :(

[babybluebex]

𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | eddie is not the type of boy that parents tend to like, and after a disastrous evening with your parents, you find a way to make it up to him. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | eddie munson (stranger things, 2022) x fem!reader 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | smut! (minors dni) — blowjob, fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, breathplay, daddy kink, degredation (if you squint), praise kink 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | here's another eddie smut! this was fun to write too hehe enjoy!

You could tell, just by looking at Eddie, that he was nervous. He was tapping his fingers hard against his thigh and looking around at everything that made a noise, and you quickly reached over and took his hand. “They’re gonna love you,” you told him, and Eddie scoffed. 

“Right,” he said. “Because all parents everywhere adore me.”

“Ed, try to be optimistic,” you said. “C’mon, what won’t they like?” 

“My tats,” Eddie said swiftly, as if he had the answer prepared, and his hand subconsciously went to press over the bats on his arm. It wasn’t like you could even see them in the first place; Eddie had dressed strategically, a long-sleeve blue button down and khakis, hiding all of his tattoos, except for the small stick-and-poke on his hand, which he had covered with a band-aid. 

You had gone to his place and helped him get ready, and you had watched as your boyfriend stressed over which shirt to wear and exactly how to do his hair. He told you that he had taken a shower and washed his hair three times, and the smell of his cheap cologne was heavy, to cover the smell of weed that always persisted with him. He even wore deodorant, which was big for him, four passes of it before you took it from his hand and insisted he stop. In the end, you had managed to get him to sit down and stop fretting for long enough to blow dry his hair for him, and you could tell that he hated how fluffy it was. 

“Okay, your tattoos,” you acquiesced; your parents were pretty straight-laced, and they didn’t like the idea of tattoos or piercings too much. “But they won’t see them. What else?” 

Eddie sighed, glancing out the window of his van to look at your house. “I’m just worried they’ll hate me,” he said. “Because I’m not good enough for you.” 

“Oh, baby,” you cooed with a frown. You hated to see him so self conscious, and you smoothed down his hair comfortingly. “You’re exactly what I want, Eddie. I wouldn’t be with you if I didn’t want you, okay? And fuck it if my parents don’t think you’re ‘good enough’, because I do. Put that out of your mind, okay? Everything will be fine.” 

Eddie started to protest, but you leaned over the center console to press a kiss to his mouth. Instead of cigarettes, his lips tasted like mint from his toothpaste (he had brushed his teeth twice in preparation) and the lip balm that he had borrowed from your purse. He so badly wanted— no, needed— everything to be perfect. “But what you want versus what your parents want for you…” he started. “I don’t have a stellar track record with parents, not even my own.” 

“My mom will be okay,” you insisted. “She’s pretty open-minded.” 

“Yeah, it’s your dad that scares the shit out of me,” Eddie grumbled. “What if he thinks I’m not good enough for his little princess?” 

“Then, we’ll deal with it,” you told him. “And it’s not like you’re gonna be battling this alone. I’m here for you, baby, alright?” 

Eddie stared hard down at his lap for a minute, and he finally reached up to you and pressed his palm to your cheek. “Thanks, sweetheart,” he said, and he tugged you back into the kiss. It felt nice to kiss Eddie, his freshly-shaved face all smooth against your skin, and you smiled into the kiss as Eddie’s free hand inched to your thigh. 

“C’mon, we should be heading inside,” you whispered into Eddie’s mouth, and he groaned lightly, as jokingly as he could manage. 

Eddie pocketed his keys as he stepped out of the van, and he put his hand on the small of your back as you rummaged in your purse for your house keys. Your house was so nice, in a good neighborhood of Hawkins, one of those types with two floors and a little porch and a garage. It was so much nicer than what Eddie knew, his little trailer that he shared with his uncle, and instantly, that ugly feeling began to creep into his throat. He could almost hear your father berating him, calling him trash and scum and saying that he would never be good enough for you. 

The front door was situated on a little porch, a rocking chair and flowers flanking the door, and Eddie’s face went cold. “Fuck, should I have brought your mom flowers?” he mumbled, and you frowned. 

“Eddie, baby, it’s fine,” you told him as you shoved your key into the lock. “Take a deep breath for me, okay? Everything will be fine.” 

You pushed open the door and called to your parents, “Mom, Daddy, we’re home!”. Eddie followed you in, cowering behind you like a little puppy, but he visibly softened when your mother poked her head out of the kitchen. 

“Hi there!” your mother said. “Baby, can you help me, I can’t reach the top shelf and your father—“ 

“Oh,” Eddie said quickly. “I can help you.” 

You caught the smile that spread across your mother’s face, and she said, “You must be Edward.” 

“Eddie, please,” he said. “Umm, what do you need help with?” 

“I just can’t reach something on the top shelf…” your mother started, and you watched Eddie disappear into the kitchen with her. Chuckling to yourself, you went to the TV room, where you were sure your father was, and you found him in his easy chair, watching some baseball game. 

“Daddy?” you said gently. “Eddie’s here.” 

“Alright,” your father sighed. “Let me meet this boy, I guess.” 

You found Eddie and your mother back in the kitchen, already smiling and laughing, and Eddie’s smile grew when he saw you. “There you are,” your mother said. “Eddie was just telling me about how you make dinner for him most nights; that’s sweet.” 

“Yeah, well, Eddie’s not great with the stove,” you said, and Eddie jokingly rolled his eyes. 

“You burn Spaghettios once and never live it down,” he said, shaking his head, and your mother wrinkled her nose. 

“Spaghettios?�� she repeated. “No, a growing boy like you needs more than that! Thank goodness for her, right?” 

“Exactly,” Eddie smiled, his eyes flicking to you. “Thank goodness for her.” 

Your cheeks went hot under your mother and boyfriend’s shared gaze, but the moment ended quickly, with the sound of your father clearing his throat from the dining room. “Where is this boy?” he asked, and you watched as Eddie’s warm face fell pale. 

“Eddie,” you started, and you reached out for Eddie. His hand filled yours just in time for your father to step into the doorway, and Eddie swallowed thickly. “This is my dad. Daddy, this is—“ 

“Your hair,” your father said immediately, not even pausing to let you finish the introduction, eyeing Eddie up and down. “Why does it look like that?” 

“O-Oh,” Eddie started. His eyes shifted to you, then to your father, and he said, “Um, Y/N did it for me.” 

“Why not cut it?” your father asked. 

“I-I like it like this,” Eddie stuttered. 

You could tell he was floundering, his anxiety getting the better of him, and you quickly jumped in. “I like it like this too,” you told Eddie. “I like braiding it up and everything. Oh, Mom, you should see Eddie when I braid his hair, he’s so handsome.” 

Dinner went mostly like that. Your father was condescending towards Eddie— he called him Edward all night, even after you corrected him— and Eddie, to his credit, kept himself in check and took your father’s comments in stride. Your father asked what Eddie did for a living, and your boyfriend was understandably hesitant to answer. “I’m still in high school,” Eddie answered finally.

“I thought she said you were 20,” your father said, looking to you for confirmation, and Eddie nodded slowly.

“I— There were— I had some personal setbacks,” Eddie admitted, his face turning red. “B-But I’m graduating in May.” 

You could tell that Eddie was feeling suffocated, his cheeks turning redder and redder with every question your father sent his way, and you finally had enough of it towards the end of the meal. Eddie had been doing everything right, not that he exactly needed to, and still your father was being a right bitch to him. “Daddy,” you said as Eddie helped your mother clear the table. “Why’re you being so mean to Eddie?” 

“He’s not good for you,” your father told you. “He looks like a deviant, he doesn’t have a job, he can’t provide for you—”

“Provide for me?” you scoffed. “Dad, I’m eighteen, it’s not like I’m marrying him! And he looks exactly how he wants to. He’s trying so hard to impress you and you aren’t even giving him a chance. Isn’t it enough that I like him? Don’t you trust me enough to choose someone who I think is good for me?”

Eddie came back into the room then, and you sighed and stood from your place at the table. “Ed, c’mon,” you started, putting a smile on your face as you took his hand. “I wanna show you my room.” 

“Really?” Eddie chuckled. “I get to see the princess’s room, do I?” 

“Shut up,” you said with a giggle. Eddie was known for sneaking in at night, but, as far as your parents knew, he had never stepped foot in the house before. “C’mon, I just wanna— C’mon!”

Your bedroom was upstairs, and Eddie smiled widely at the pink walls as you tugged him in and closed the door behind you. “Jesus,” Eddie mumbled. “Your dad… He’s kinda a dick, isn’t he?” His hands went to your waist, gently tugging you closer, and your fingers played with his fluffy bangs, hanging on his forehead.

“Oh, he is,” you agreed. “I thought he might try to be nicer to you, but… Fuck, I’m sorry, Ed. I really thought this was gonna go better than it did.” 

“That’s okay,” Eddie insisted. “Hey, look at me—” His finger tucked under your chin and lifted your head to face him, and he put a gentle kiss on your lips. “I’m not upset, okay? I-I mean, it would have been nice if they did like me, but I’m not upset that they don’t. Parents don’t tend to like me, it’s pretty typical.”

“My mom likes you, at least,” you offered, and Eddie nodded. 

“Yeah,” he said with a laugh. “She might try to steal me away from you.” 

“I won’t let her,” you smiled. “You’re mine.”

Eddie kissed you again, and you stepped into his body’s warmth, wrapping your arms around his waist as he deepened the kiss. His head turned slightly and his tongue prodded at your lips, and you opened your mouth for him. Eddie’s kisses were always fantastic, and he broke the kiss with a faint smile. “I’m yours, am I?” he asked with a laugh. “Feeling possessive, are you?” 

“Feeling like I love you,” you corrected him, and you lightly played with the collar of his blue shirt. 

“Well, if that’s all it takes,” Eddie said, and his hands went to your ass. His grip was tight as he pulled you close, slotting his knee between yours, and he added, “You’re mine, princess. You’re mine, forever and ever…” 

“I like the sound of that,” you told him, and you tugged at his shirt. “Is it too much to ask you to fuck me right now?”

“Now?” Eddie asked, his dark eyes widening for a moment. “Jesus, your parents are downstairs. I think your dad’s right, I’m a bad influence on you.”

“Okay, fine,” you sighed, rolling your eyes. “We don’t have to fuck right now—”

“Did you hear me saying no?” Eddie asked. “I was just listing the reasons it’s a bad idea, but, baby, I’m not known for making good decisions.” His hands on your ass lifted and situated on your hips, and he pushed you down to your bed. You slept in the bed every night and Eddie had made it a habit to sneak in once your parents fell asleep, but something about the bed felt different as Eddie knelt between your legs and kissed you. It felt just a little more taboo than usual, knowing that your parents now knew that Eddie was up here with you. It felt almost like they knew what was happening. 

But Eddie distracted you from your line of thinking quickly, pushing your dress up your legs to reach your panties. “Aw, babe,” he chuckled. “Pink panties. You’re adorable.”

“Well, you are in the princess room, after all,” you chuckled. You tugged him down to you, pressing a hard kiss to his mouth, and Eddie took no time to swipe his tongue into your mouth. You had to push down your moans to make sure that you weren’t too loud, and you giggled when Eddie’s hands danced at the hem of your panties, threatening to dip in and feel you. 

Eddie broke the kiss quickly, and he looked at you with a quirked eyebrow. “By the way,” he said. “Daddy?” 

“I’ve always called him that,” you sighed. 

Eddie smiled, and he moved his kiss to your neck as he handled your thighs around his waist. You could feel him through his pants, already half hard, and Eddie gently bit into your neck. “I thought you only called me that,” he whispered, pressing his tongue to the marks his teeth made. “You had me thinking I was special or some shit.”

“You are,” you assured him. “Can we stop talking about my dad, though?”

“Sure,” Eddie said easily, and he bit at your neck again as he jutted his hips down onto yours. His hands shoved your dress higher until he was nearly tugging your dress off, and you helped him shuck it over your head with a giggle. 

“Need to see your tats,” you mumbled, your fingers fumbling at the buttons on his shirt, and he quickly tugged it up over his head and off, letting it fall limply to the bedroom floor. Finally, there in all their glory, were Eddie’s tattoos, littering his arms and chest. Even just the sight of them was enough for your pussy to throb, and you tugged him by his hair down into a kiss. 

Eddie’s big hands smoothed down your body, feeling every inch of skin that he could, and his tongue pushed its way back into your mouth as he held you close. His hands finally settled on your thighs, and he tugged them tight around his waist as he rocked his hips into yours. You couldn’t help the moan that left you, and Eddie broke the kiss to gently hush you. “Don’t want mean ole Daddy hearing you,” he said with a light giggle. He pressed his mouth into your neck and hummed as he kissed over a sensitive spot, in time with you stifling a moan. “I know, princess, it just feels so good, hmm?”

“Eddie—” you whimpered, and his hand carefully snaked up, grasping you lightly by your throat. 

“Don’t call me that,” he whispered, and your skin thrummed with life at his request. 

You nodded as his fingers tightened for just a moment, just long enough for you to catch your breath, and you said, “Daddy… I wanna suck you off.” 

“Oh, yeah?” Eddie chuckled with a quirked eyebrow. He seemed amused at the prospect, although hopeful. 

“I wanna try to make tonight worth something,” you uttered softly. “Apologize or whatever, y’know? That, and I just want your cock in my mouth.” 

Eddie nodded, and he released your throat from his grip. Before he could fully remove himself from you, though, you were already starting in on his pants, undoing his belt and button to shove those dumb khakis down his thighs. He rolled off of you and helped you in your pursuit of undressing him, kicking off his shoes and fully pulling off his pants and boxers, and you instantly knelt on the floor in front of him, facing his hard cock. You took a moment to admire Eddie, his thick thighs spread on your bed, the small stick-and-poke on his upper left thigh, his cock straining against his stomach. It all amounted to one hell of a man, and you didn’t waste anymore time before you pressed your lips to his cock. 

“God, baby,” Eddie sighed, his hand drifting down and lightly playing with your hair. His small whisper urged you forward, and you opened your mouth and took the head of Eddie’s cock in your mouth. He was already leaking salty precum, and you greedily suckled at the tip of his cock. That got him to fully take a fistful of your hair, and he whispered, “Fuck, princess. C’mon, take more, I know you can.” 

You did as he asked of you, swallowing down more and more of him, your lips stretching around his thickness, and you lifted your hand to join your mouth. You quickly stroked what you couldn’t fit in your mouth as your head bobbed on his cock, the wet noises of it lewd and almost worryingly loud. But Eddie just fisted at your hair and let his head fall back, enjoying every second of it. 

“Good girl,” he told you, tugging on your hair and urging his cock further into your mouth. “M’gonna fuck your mouth, okay?” 

You nodded, still sucking him, and you groaned softly as Eddie began to set the pace, thrusting into your mouth. He threatened the back of your throat with every fuck, and your hands went up to grasp his thighs, digging your fingernails into his skin. You knew that Eddie loved when you scratched up his back, and you figured he probably wouldn’t mind if you did the same to his thighs, and, thankfully, you were right. 

“Fuck, feels good,” Eddie whispered. “Fuck, baby, your mouth… Feels like heaven.”

You couldn’t help the proud warmth that spread through you at his praise, and you relaxed your jaw as Eddie’s thrusts became faster and harder. He was chasing his orgasm, you could tell, and you felt his thigh twitch under your hands. He was already so close, and you loved knowing that you had caused that reaction from him.

“Fuck this,” Eddie suddenly said, and he pulled himself out of your mouth, earning him a gasp and a sputtering as you struggled to keep the mix of spit and precum from falling out of your mouth. “Get on your back, princess, Daddy wants to cum inside you.” 

You climbed back up on your bed and urged him forward towards you, and you opened your legs wide for him to fit between. He slotted himself there in an instant, pressing a new kiss to your lips, and his strong hands repositioned on your inner thighs, lightly scratching his fingernails up and down, coming closer and closer to your pussy. Then, without much of a warning other than a chaste kiss on your mouth, Eddie pressed a finger into you. 

You moaned instantly at the feeling, but your hand quickly slapped over your mouth. Eddie chuckled, low in his chest, as he began to fuck you on his finger, and he pressed a kiss to your neck as he whispered, “Don’t want your parents hearing you being a nasty whore.”

Quickly, he added a second finger, and his pace in you was enough to make the lewd sounds of him fucking your wet warmth bounce off the walls. You truly worried if your parents could hear it, but you squeezed your eyes shut and cried behind your hand when Eddie cocked his fingers inside you, driving home in that spot. Your legs instinctively snapped shut, trapping Eddie’s hand between your thighs, and Eddie laughed at you. 

“Oh, so pathetic,” he said with a teasing frown, curling up his fingers again and making you jerk with the satisfaction of it. “Can’t even handle my fingers without getting all worked up, how am I supposed to fuck you right?”

Your hand lowered from your mouth and wrapped around his wrist, his hand still snug around your neck, and you gasped as his fingers tightened for a moment, just long enough for your blood to thrum in your ears. “Daddy,” you gasped. “F-Fuck me, Daddy, please, I’ll be so good for you, I promise, I-I can take it. Please, Ed, I want you so bad.” 

Eddie gave you one last hit to that special nerve inside you, your back arching in time with his fingers, and he pulled his fingers from you slowly, an almost agonizing speed. “I’ve got you, princess,” he told you, and his glistening fingers came up to lightly prod at his own lips. You watched him greedily as he licked up your wetness from himself, and he nodded slowly. “God, you taste good, baby. You wanna taste yourself?” 

You opened your mouth obediently, not even stopping to consider the offer, and Eddie pressed his fingers past your lips and into your mouth. You dutifully sucked his fingers, cleaning up your slick from his thick fingers, and you saw Eddie’s cock twitch in response. “So fucking dirty,” Eddie laughed. “Look at you, sucking on my fingers like that. God, I need to be inside you.”

You protested the loss of his fingers with a whine, but his hands on your thighs, spreading your legs wide open, was enough to get you to forget it. You bit on your bottom lip as you watched Eddie line himself up at your leaking entrance, and he pressed the head of himself just into you, hardly giving you anything. You squirmed under his weight, trying to stay as quiet as possible, and Eddie shushed you, his thumb rubbing a soft circle just under your chin, where his hand had steady stayed, testing your breathing. 

“I know,” Eddie said softly, almost patronizing. “I’m not giving you enough, I know. But, baby, you just gotta wait. Waiting makes it better.” 

“Daddy,” you whimpered out, and his owlish brown eyes widened with glee at your pathetic state. “Please just fuck me, please.” 

“That’s what I like to hear,” Eddie said with a devious half-smile, and he snapped his hips forward, fully burying himself inside you. Your moan was wrecked with surprise, a small hint of pain ebbing away at your edges, and Eddie seemed to catch the hint and thoroughly enjoy it. “Good girl.”

His hand still rested on your throat as he began to shallowly fuck you, moving slow so that the springs in your old mattress didn’t squeak too loudly. You whined softly at the feeling of his cock, hard and ridged, gliding in and out of you, and your hands went to his hair, still all fluffy, and you tugged him down into a kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth instantly, claiming you in a way that nobody else ever had, and he started up at a quicker pace. You could feel him throb inside of you with every thrust, and you squeaked every time his cock nestled into that nerve. 

Your breaths came in gasps as he fucked you, and you worked quick to tighten your legs around his waist. Your heel dug into his back on a particularly hard thrust, and your heart nearly stopped when you heard the firm hit of your headboard against the wall. “Eddie!” you gasped, your eyes growing wide. “Jesus Christ, you’re gonna get us in trouble—”

“No, I won’t, princess,” Eddie smirked. “Don’t worry your pretty little head, I’ve got it. Just keep those legs open for me and let me worry about the rest. Okay?” 

You nodded, even though you were certain that the rest of the house had heard it, and Eddie pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek as he started up his pace again. You had to keep your moans quiet— you were certainly already on thin ice, and you didn’t want your mother (or, God forbid, your father) hearing you— so you pressed yourself tight to Eddie and nestled your lips just over his ear. He gave a choked little sound when you moaned softly in his ear, just for him to hear, and he whispered, “Damn, baby, sound so good… You feel good too, fuck.”

Your hands grabbed at his shoulders as he began to speed up, chasing the orgasm that had been forgotten from his blowjob, and each huff of breath gave you new sentiments from him: “So good, baby”, “Fuck, yes”, “God, you’re perfect”. The hot wash of arousal spread across you every single time, and you whimpered as Eddie’s cruel hand drifted down from your throat to your clit. He began to rub at you, hard and fast, not giving you a moment to adjust, and your thighs quivered around his waist as shocks of white hot electricity rocked your body. 

“Fuck!” you whined high in your throat, and Eddie attacked your neck with kisses and bites. His heavy breathing made him sound almost feral, and it shouldn’t have turned you on the way it did, but you found your pussy clenching around his cock. 

“You close, baby?” Eddie huffed into your neck, and you nodded quickly. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, holding him close to you, and you rocked your hips up to meet his thrusts. Even though pain shocked itself in your core at how deep inside you he was, you loved every second of it. 

“Fuck, Daddy,” you mewled, your body curving up to meet his. “Y-You’re gonna make me cum!”

“Aw,” Eddie chuckled. “Using your words, how cute. Guess I haven’t fucked you dumb yet.” 

“N-Next time,” you stammered. “I-I need to be able to leave the house.”

“Right,” Eddie nodded, and he kissed your neck again. “Oh, fuck me, I made a mark.” 

“Eddie!” you whined. “My fucking parents—”

“I know, princess, I’m sorry,” Eddie told you, and you saw his eyes sparkle as he lifted himself from your neck. The cheeky bastard wasn’t sorry at all; he was pleased with himself. “You can give me one, if you want.” 

You shook your head and you pulled him into a kiss, his lips slick with spit. “Just make me cum,” you told him. “I’ll forgive you.” 

“No problem, baby,” Eddie chuckled. “I’ll make you cum.”

With that, he started up his punishing rhythm, hard and fast. He was so gorgeous like this, his forehead dotted with sweat, his bangs curling a bit with it, and you smiled at the sight of his flushed cheeks. “I love you,” you whispered, and Eddie’s face melted into a smile. 

“I love you too,” Eddie whispered back, and he kissed you once more, sweeter and softer than anything before. “God, baby, you’re so perfect.” 

Even hearing those words was enough for the knot inside you to tighten threateningly, and you stammered out, “Ed, fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, baby,” Eddie told you. His fingers on your clit sped up along with his hips, and the obscene wet noises from before returned as he fucked you hard, hard, hard, drawing you to your finish as quickly as he could. “Cum all on my cock, make a mess, princess.” 

Your back arched up into him as his hands, so strong and sure, repositioned to your hips, and he held you down as you writhed and whimpered. You were so close, you could taste your orgasm, and you watched Eddie’s stomach tremble with his own impending orgasm. “Cum inside me, Daddy,” you whispered in his ear, and he gave an odd choking sound, like he was gasping and swallowing at the same time. “Are you gonna make a mess too, Daddy?” 

“Fuck, woman,” Eddie whispered. “You’re too much for me.” 

“Oh, hush,” you giggled, and you pressed your forehead against his. “I’m just perfect for you.” 

“You’re just perfect,” Eddie told you, and he held your hips tight as he fucked into you once more. He moaned, louder than before, and he gnashed his teeth as he came. The feel of being filled so wonderfully by him was beautiful, and you couldn’t help but release as well. 

“Eddie, I’m cumming!” you cried, and his strong arms wrapped around you and held you so tenderly and lovingly as you came as well, the white hot electricity ravaging your whole body, from head to toe. You didn’t feel like you even inhabited your body anymore as your back arched, and your vision went just a little hazy. “Fuck!” 

“Just like that,” Eddie whispered soothingly, holding you tightly. “Yes, princess, good girl, I love you so much.”

“L-Love you too,” you stammered. Your breaths came quickly, as did Eddie’s, and he rolled you over your side as he held you. His cock had gone soft inside you, and you whined when he slowly pulled out. 

“You okay?” Eddie asked, and you nodded. “Good, good girl… Come here, I wanna hold you.”

“We can’t,” you told him. “My parents are downstairs, they’re probably waiting for us.” 

Eddie rolled his eyes jokingly, and he sighed. “Fine,” he said. “I’ll just have to sneak in and cuddle later tonight.” 

“Sounds like a plan,” you told him and you kissed him once more. “Just as long as my mom doesn’t sense your presence.” 

“Jesus,” Eddie laughed. “Well, she’ll have a hell of a hard time stealing me from you. I’ve only got eyes for one girl.”

[rcksmith]

Distracted — Five Hargreeves

Requests: “shit, i forgot. I'm the one who asked for smut prompts #30, #31, #61 and #96. Could you write them for Five Hargreeves? Thank you! So sorry to spam you with the asks X-X”

Smut prompts :

30. “I’d hold on to something if I were you.”

31. “Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.”

61. “what would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?”

96. “I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.”

Couple: Five Hargreeves /Fem! Reader.

Warnings: smut heavy, NSFW, dirty talk, swearing, degradation. (I was in a bad mood hkjskjs)

Word count: 4k

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

Let me know if you want to be added for a taglist for a specific fandom (Criminal Minds, The Umbrella Academy, Riverdale, Roman Godfrey, or all)

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

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Five Hargreeves had a bad temper. It was explicit, hanging from his chest on a giant sign that said: “ABANDONATE THE HOPES IF YOU ENTER HERE.” And he knew that.

Inside his body he housed a sarcastic, explosive and sulky soul, with no patience for half the world. Everything about him exuded a dangerous, authoritarian, arrogant energy, mixed with distilled look that have always been able to subdue anyone.

Five is the type of man who, while everyone dreams of easy solutions, he knows that if he wants something to be done he will have to do it himself. He likes a hunting, taking the lead in any situation, having no problem breaking rules to make things happen.

And he was perfectly comfortable with that. Taking control of his world. Until, of course, you show up. Taking the key to his Olympus as if it had always belonged to you.

You were the one thing that Five Hargreeves couldn't subdue. He was unable to impose to you his reputation as a man who should not be challenged. Because that was exactly how the world saw Five. Like a man you don't challenge. Even his siblings realized, after a certain point, that it was not advisable to play with him.

But, apparently against all common sense, none of this had an effect on you.

You were not afraid, or pondering your words. You rolled your eyes at the things he said, mocked his arrogance and always looked at him with a combination of a smile and a look that, holy mother of God, Five hated. It was the typical expression that said: “ I know a lot more than you do, but I will be quiet because you are not worth my time.”

Five Hargreeves had a bad temper. But you raised it to stratospheric proportions.

It was completely exasperating, outstanding, you were a brat who didn't hear the voice of an adult, so used to being daddy's little girl. Because that was how he saw you. You were only 24 age while he was 30. It was expected that you heard him! But no. You did not give a damn.

“If you listened to me and chose the Colombian, that wouldn't be so bad!” Five scolded again.

This was the twentieth time he had said that to you.

There was a routine with the Hargreeves siblings: you brought coffee on Mondays, since you passed a great coffee shop on the way. Diego was responsible for bringing Japanese food on Wednesdays, Luther for Indian food on Fridays and Klaus for pizzas on Saturdays. It was a banal thing, but it brought a comforting feeling of, no matter how not anyone would admit, tradition.

But it was obvious that you had to piss Five off on that too.

“And I already said that they don't do the Colombian before ten in the morning.” You passed the page of a magazine you were reading, ignoring his tantrum.

“And you can't wait ?!”

This time you looked up at Five, giving a mocking expression.

“Oh, forgive me, your majesty. I will delay my journey just because your eexcellency wants Colombian coffee.” You laughed, turning your attention to the magazine.

Five felt the tips of his ears heat up, the fingers of his hands go white from the force that he clenched his fists. You were so fucking annoying!

"You are unbearable." He said, because he saw no other way to express the hateful little monster you were.

You looked up at him again. “Serious? Me? You are the one who is complaining about not getting your blend coffee.” You turned your attention to the magazine “Like a child who didn't get chicken nuggets in the shape of dinosaurs.”

What?! Fucking what?!

Five opened his mouth in bewilderment, now anger rising up his neck. How dare you, fuck?! You were younger than him!

"What did you say?!" He repeated, his voice low but deep, his eyes bloodshot with rage.

You didn't take your attention away from the magazine by replying: “Like a child who didn't get chicken nuggets in the shape of dinosaurs.”

Oh, no. Oh fucking no.

Five slammed the coffee travel cup on the kitchen counter, walked over to you and closed your magazine brutally. You looked at him indignantly.

"What a fuck ..."

But Five didn't give you time to finish. He stuck both hands in your arms, forcing you to get up from the chair so quickly that the object fell to the floor. He pushed you back, lifting you up and making you sit at the wooden table, his eyes still on fire with your words.

"Child, isn't it ?!” He snarled, spreading your knees with his hands, settling his body still standing between your legs.

You were wide-eyed. Looking at him in amazement. Your heart was pounding in your chest so hard that you thought Five would be able to hear it, while your breath had been lost somewhere between the path from your lung to your nose.

Holy shit.

It was no secret that Five Hargreeves was gorgeous. This was not an opinion, it was a fact. With midnight hair, emerald green eyes and alabaster skin, it was not surprising that he was able to steal his breath wherever he went. And you were not immune to his charm. To be honest, you never thought it would be.

But the difference between you and the girls who fell at his feet was that ... well, you practically lived with the guy every day. You had been friends with Klaus for two years, and as a result you ended up becoming friends with the brothers and captivating them. It was almost atypical that you weren't with them. So, as a result, you ended up having time with Five too.

And, truth be told, it destroyed your will to want to impress him. As was common whenever see someone beautiful. Five Hargreeves was, in every way, arrogant. Irritating. Unbearable. Maybe it was your lust mixed with irritability, but you decreed that you didn't like him. That you would never want to fall into his bed.

Well…until now.

Until he accommodates his fucking tall, lean, firm body in the middle of your legs. Until his hands are glued to your arms in a touch of fire. Until your heart was racing like never before.

"You called me a child, didn't you?"

You wouldn't be able to answer anything in that second, even if your life depended on it. So you just nodded, a slow, cautious nod, like prey looking at hunter.

"I will show you my age!"

Five kissed you. In a way that no one had kissed you before. It was something hungry, angry, full of lust and with a desire that made you sigh softly. His hands were still on your legs, coming down to the back of your knees and pulling you firmly forward, sticking your whole body against his in a possessive way. His tongue invaded your mouth without waiting for an invitation, renouncing everything you had to offer as his.

That was a really kiss.

You put your hands on the back of his neck, running your fingers over the silky, black strands, letting your body be pressed against his as if you had been waiting for it a lifetime. Five pulled your legs closer, guiding you to close them around his hips and, once you did, his hands, determined and hungry, roam the sides of your body possessively.

"Five ..." a groan cut off your speech when his hands clung to your waist, pressing the hard and firm member to your core covered in the thin legging pants you wore.

"You already moaning and I haven't even touched you yet." His voice was overwhelmingly arrogant, full of amusement and convincing.

You were going to answer, because you weren't the kind of girl who kept quiet with a tease, but Five's hands made your waist roll around handily against his member, and a louder groan interrupted any line of reasoning you had.

“Oh, how adorable.” He scoffed, lowering his mouth to your neck and closing a hickey where pulse was “I wonder how the moaning will be when I do ...”

His right hand moved up to the inside of your thigh, rubbing his thumb in circles until he got to where you needed it most. “This.” Then he forced the movements where your clitoris was covered.

Your groan was louder than you would like to admit. The air became caustic, rarefied, the atmosphere became something breathtaking, claustrophobic, poignant. And, before you know it, it was already a wet clay in his hands.

Five Hargreeves had won. He had you exactly where him wanted.

Your moans grew louder when he tuned his thumb movements together with his pelvis movements against you. Your hands tightened on the back of his neck, your teeth closed on your lower lip in order to contain the volume, and your breathing was shaky. Your hips pushed against him, the thin leggings being smeared by the arousal that oozed from you, and as soon as his hand was only an inch away, you followed it with your hips.

“Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.” Five played with the voice at the bottom of your ear.

You pulled the air against your teeth, whimpering, wanting anything he could give you.

“I bet ...” his lips slid under your skin without kissing, just making you wish, up to your lips and hovering there, a sigh away “If I asked you to take your clothes off and let me fuck you in this table like a good whore, you would gladly do. It is not?”

His free hand went to your face, taking a stir of your hair out of your eyes and placing it behind your ear. You were unable to contain the moan, closing your eyes tightly for a second, trying to contain how much your body screamed.

"Y-yes." You whined.

“Good." Five sprinkled a kiss on your lips before walking away.

You opened your eyes, your chest rising and falling with your heaving breath, your legs shaking. Your body screamed in protest at the separation, and you sent him a confused and inquiring look.

“You will learn who is in charge here." Five gave you a sly smile. "I'm only going to fuck you when you understand this."

Then he turned his back on you, took the coffee and disappeared in the blue flash.

This son of fucking bitch!

- - -

You were angry and frustrated. To say the least. Your body was on fire and mind replayed that day over and over in your head. It had been four days since Five's little exploits in the kitchen, and, to be honest, not only had he started the teasing.

Five gave you malicious and discreet smiles, gestured a lot more with his hands when he spoke just to remind you of what they could do. He hovered his body close to your whenever possible, brushing his shoulder against your, his hand gently on your back when he needed to pass beside you. His fingers even slid under your thigh under the table when you were having dinner. It was always like that.

And you were already crazy.

In the beginning, you sent him and their little game go to hell. He was not going to get what he wanted. But as the days went by, and Five started to touch you more often, the fire inside you burst, and it felt a lot less... torture if you just... gave in. The thought of sleeping with someone else just to appease that didn't bring you the same euphoria, you didn't just want sex, you wanted Five.

You knew he was playing with you. Just wanted you to give a sign that you were surrendering, so that he could give you what you wanted.

And after seven days, you gave in.

It was Monday, your mood was already an angry monster, but this time, you arrived a little later.

“Y/n, you are lateeeeee.” Klaus sang from the kitchen, biting off a large chunk of whatever it was before he sat down.

Vayna, Luther and Five were also at the table. Vayna and Luther talking about nothing important and Five reading a book under metaphysics.

"Traffic."

You lied, placing the tray of coffees in the middle of the table. Five and Luther were the first to get, Vayna still getting used to coffee addiction.

“Allison and I are going to watch something today. Why don't you come with us? ” You sat next to Klaus, throwing one leg over his.

"Is it going to be in the cinemove?”

He denied “In the living room, you can sleep here after."

You shrugged. “Okay.”

"Did you go to a different coffee shop?" Luther raised his eyebrows, having just swallowed his coffee.

“No, why?”

“It tastes different.” He drank some more.

“It is Colombian.” You put the cards on the table, in a game that only you and Five knew.

You didn't look at him, but you could feel his eyes on you and a sly, malicious smile brushing the right side of his mouth. That was the only interaction that you felt Five driving you that day. The hours had passed and it was already one in the morning when the movie in the mansion's ended. It was not atypical you slept in the mansion, the guest room was almost called “your room” at that time. But there was… there was something different this time.

As you unbuttoned your pants, with the night breeze coming in through the window, you thought that maybe it was because you never slept there having feelings for one of the siblings. So impure feelings. There was something about sleeping under the same roof as Five that made you ... nervous. But as soon as you removed the piece and placed it on the bed, the blue flash flashed behind you.

Your whole body went tense, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, and your heart was racing as if, suddenly, you had just returned from a marathon. You swallowed, the heat of his body hitting your back, while his hand went up your arm gently.

"You are such a good girl." Five's voice made your legs tremble, the butterflies in your stomach roll.

In this moment, feeling things that you never thought you would be able to feel, you wished always were a good girl for him.

"Did you do that for me?" His mouth joined the pice of your shoulder and neck.

You knew he knew he did, but the bastard wanted to hear it from you. Five wanted you to confirm that he had won.

“Yes” You whispered, the moonlight allowing you to see when his hand went down to your belly, playing with the cos of your dark blue panties.

"I knew you would be a good girl for me."

Then, taking you by surprise, Five pushed your chest onto the bed, bending you over, pulling your hips towards his with the other hand. You sighed when you felt his already hard member hit your pussy just covered by thin panties, now wet with your mess. Your hands closed on the sheet, your heart almost screaming in relief at the contact of his body behind you.

God, you wanted him so fucking much...

“What am I supposed to do with you?” Hargreeves reflected on a rhetorical question, his hands sliding over your surrendered body, squeezing your flesh with a force that would leave marks.

You whimpered, rolling your hips over his member. "Please"

“What would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?” Five slapped your left cheek.

You moaned softly, tightening the sheet, your body refusing to remain an inch away from him. Your hips needed more from Five's, your whimpers increasing as he took off your panties and ran his fingers through your wet folds.

"Five!" You moaned louder, biting your lip as he played with your entrance.

"Should I just fuck you with my fingers?" He caused your entry with two digits "Or with my dick?"

You were an incoherent mess, days of denial and desire that burned arthrosis in your body.

"Answer me!" Five slapped you again, this time louder, more grotesque, making you cry out.

"Y-your dick!" You tried to say, “P-please. Fuck me with your dick, please. ”

You were desperate, that was the truth. Desperate for contact, desperate for touch. Desperate for anything that Five Hargreeves could want from you. Anything he wanted to give you.

"Hard?" His voice was now dark, slightly wicked.

“Y-yes! Please!”

Then Five stuck his hand to the back of your neck, curling his fingers in your hair and pulling your face up, making you face the ceiling as he leaned over and snarled at your neck:

"How hard?"

"Give me all!" You begged “Please, Sir. Give me all."

That title seemed to drive him out of his mind. Because the only thing you had in response was the sound of his belt falling to the floor and the rustle of his pants and boxers down, his right hand never leaving your hair. You groaned in anticipation, tears pricking your eyes from the desire that had accumulated so long when you felt the tip of his dick press against your entrance.

Five lowered his mouth to your ear, holding his hand more in your hair as he said: "I’ d hold on to something if I were you. "

Then he entered you. Hard, rough, wild. Opening all your walls and spreading your abundant liquid all over his dick. You opened your mouth in a silent scream, your nails etched hard on the sheet, tears streaming from your eyes without warning. Five gave you just a few seconds to settle for his size, starting to beat inside you at a relentless pace.

This time you screamed. Your heart pounding in chest, your pussy pulsing around Five with so much desperation that you heard him moan and curse behind you. The pace was rough, heavy, wild and full of lust. He fucked you like a rabid animal, devouring everything you had to offer, filling every last inch of you. The sound was of pornographic moans and bodies clashing with arrogance, filling the entire mansion with sounds that would not be forgotten.

"S-sir!" You moaned loudly, pushing your ass to Five at the same rate, making he hit the deepest spot inside you.

“Fucking such good slut!” He dumped one more slap on your ass, freeing his hand from your hair and joining both of them at your waist, pulling you towards him in an heavy rhythm.

Each thrust was an electric current poured into your body, excitement running down your thighs and melting both of you. Five groaned louder, leaning over and biting your shoulder, clenching his fingers aggressively against the innocent skin on your waist.

“I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.” Five blew in your ear, receiving a loud groan in return, as yours tears flowed.

Your pussy tightened around his dick, pulsing in such a tight way for he.

"Oh, would you like that?" He teased you, feeling your walls tighten again. “I bet you would love to everbody see the slut you are to me. ”

"Sir!" You screamed, throwing your head forward, pressing your forehead to the sheet as you sobbed.

"Answer!" One more slap.

"Y-yes! I-I like could show that I'm your slut! ” You sobbed.

Five came out of you, making you whimper loudly in frustration. He turned you over on the bed, placing you in the center as he climbed on top of you, settling in between your legs and entering without warning again. You screamed, sinking your face into his neck as your legs closed around his waist, pulling his deep into you.

"Such a good bitch."

Five felt your limit riding fast, leaving you more breathless, tearful and desperate. You no longer measured the volume of your moans, your hands clenching your nails on his back, your waist rolling around to make him inside deeper.

"S-sir!" Then, without being able to control yourself anymore, you exploded. Came in long streams of broken moans and shaky breathing.

Your head fell on the pillow, your chest arching while you were on top of the climax. Five groaned at the scene, his limit being your expression of pure ecstasy. He sank in you as anatomically as possible, filling you with the hot liquid that overflowed from inside you.

You were both panting, sweaty and tired. Five let himself relax on top of you, partially loosening his weight, still stirring a few strokes to ensure that you had welcomed all his cum.

"Good girl." He praised you, giving you a small kiss on the neck, stepping out of you and rolling to your side on the bed.

"That was ... wow." You laughed softly, trying to catch your breath.

Hargreeves laughed too, taking the time to get out of bed, looking for the boxers and pants. You bit the inside of your cheek, suddenly not knowing what to do or what to say. Your heart sank at the thought of him leaving, and your mouth was faster than your common sense in saying:

"Wait!"

Five turned to you, his brows furrowed in question as he buttoned his black pants.

"Can you ... could you ... stay?" You took a chance, your cheeks quivering under Five's intense gaze that never left you.

But, instead of the denial you were expecting, his eyebrows furrowed even more in doubt.

“But I am not leaving.” He said it as if it was obvious.

Did you blink a few times “No?”

“I was just going to get a towel to clean you up. There are certain things that I don’t like do naked.”

You opened your mouth to answer, a little shocked, but Five disappeared in the blue flash only to appear a second later, with a towel in hand. You sank into your own shame, muttering softly to yourself in incoherent sounds, you let Five clean you up.

“Did you think I was leaving?” He scoffed when he finished, looking at you with that smug look.

You rolled your eyes, turning to the side on the bed, your back to him.

"No." You mumbled.

Five laughed, settling better on the bed. "Come here." He said, patting his chest.

And, well, as much as you would like to consider yourself a rebellious girl, you did. Turning to him again, you snuggled into his body, laying your head on his chest while Five pulled the blanket up to cover the two of you.

Five Hargreeves had a bad temper. But at that moment, with you, you did not fail to notice the lazy and caring circles he made on your shoulder with his thumb.

Tagged: @bubblegumflamingos

[imthebadguyyy]

Loved your first fic of Lewis!💛

Can you make one where Lewis Hamilton and Y/N have a fight and have been living separately and then Lewis comes to meet Y/N one evening and makes an excuse that his toothbrush is with Y/N? And then Lewis confronts Y/N that he knows Y/N still love him but won't admit?

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* I know this is a very specific prompt. Bare with me. I just wanted more Angst/ Fluff with Longing for each other and Deep feelings and keep it Non-explicit. *

A/N - I'm so glad you liked the fic 😊

We're Meant To Be

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader (female)

Fandom - F1

Summary - After a messy fight, you don't know where your relationship stands. But when love is that strong, an argument can't stand in the way.

Warnings - Angst, fighting, swearing

Angered shouts. Tears of frustration. White noise. Desperate pleads. And then silence. That's what your neighbours would describe if they were asked to describe what they had heard from your house. An argument that seemed to have started over nothing, had blown up into a full scale fight. When had it become this bad? Only yesterday, you two had had a date night at home, with movies and wine. Everything was perfect. But then, suddenly everything seemed to go down a downward spiral.

Your relationship with your boyfriend had always been calm, it had been the type of love where you just loved each other with all your hearts, where fights were an incredibly rare appearance. You were both working, and he was away at races most of the time, so usually, you didn't waste time fighting, something that was an unnecessary waste of time in your opinion. But then, something had just switched for a second. It was after the race in Baku, and it hadn't gone well. Lewis had been heartbroken, after coming P15, and had heavily berated himself for it. To make him feel better, you had taken a couple of days off work. to just be with him and give him company to feel better.

It had been on the third day of you spending time with him that he had made an offhand comment that had struck a nerve with you. "I wish you could be there at race weekends more often. It's like you don't care enough about the races" The comment had pissed you off, to put it lightly. "What do you mean, I don't care about the races? I watch all of them Lewis, I'm always supporting you" you had practically seethed at him. "Don't get all huffy, darling, all I'm saying is that the other girlfriends and wives come quite often, but you only come to like three races a year" he had said, already regretting his words. "Maybe that's because I have a job?! I work for my living, and I love my job. I don't have time to fly around the world to accompany you to your races, and its damn hard to get leave off of work anyway, I was lucky to even get a week off of work, and you want me to be there every weekend? It's not possible for a working person, Lewis" you had said, anger bubbling in your voice, pulling away from him to sit up straight. "I know, I just meant-" "No, I know what you meant. I'm sorry I can't always be there, and don't you think I feel bad when I can't be there for you ?" "I know you do, I shouldn't have brought this up. But can you come for the next race?" He had asked, not looking at your eyes, regretting the answer. "I... can't. I have a really big meeting coming up and-" "And you can't come I get it"

And he had just left. You had felt your heart shatter, hating yourself for being so harsh with him. But it was true, you were a very hardworking person, and you had worked damn hard to get to where you were, successful at your job, one of the best in your field. It took years of hard work and perseverance and you were proud of it. But a part of you also knew that Lewis didn't deserve any of the crap you had given him, and you also knew that he was right, the other guys had their partners to support them during various race weekends, and you only showed up to one or two of them. He was well in his rights to tell you that. And you hated how it had ended.

You all alone, in your house, in a cold and empty bed, in a quiet house with silence that was much, much more deafening than words ever could be. It was heartbreaking, to see a future you had dreamed of just shattering in front of your eyes, dreams of having a family of your own with him fluttering away like wisps of smoke, the burning flames leaving only a heartbroken mess of a human being behind. Was that what it felt like? To be burned and left to turn to ashes, when a person that knew exactly how to ignite your flame just left you to burn away? To have someone who could ignite your all consuming passion, and turn you to putty in his hands, who could mould you back into shape, leave you to melt into a liquid through his fingers to just lay on the ground, a sad, broken, person.

And here you were, lying on your bed, the sheets that had warmed the both of you on cold nights, or been home to your pleasure laced activities now offering only some of the warmth it used to, cold and unforgiving, as you turned your pillow for the fifteenth time, neither side cool anymore. Even the pillow didn't want to forgive you, the sweat settling in on your neck again, beads of sweat running down your forehead again. The pulled curtains shielded you from the over bright sunshine, your damp hair sticking to your shoulders and neck. Your eyes, red rimmed and tired, shut to protect them from the faint light in the room, the tiredness not permitting you to even open them to look in the dim light of your room.

Somewhere near you, your phone buzzed again, for what felt like the hundredth time in three days. It had been three days, three long, painful days since you and Lewis had fought and not seen each other, and those 72 hours had ripped a part of your soul out. You had spent those three days in bed, your leave days still saving you from getting out of bed and dragging your body to office. Was your relationship over? Were you never going to meet the love of your life, the man you were destined to be with again? Sighing, you rolled over, pushing the damp strands of hair away from your face. Using strength you didn't know you had, you pulled yourself up, feeling your head spin.

Slowly, you made yourself walk into the kitchen, grabbing a piece of bread and popping it into the toaster. Then you splashed some water on your tired face, shuffling over to the bathroom to brush your teeth. After finishing your toast, you peeled off the sweaty shirt you had pulled on when he had left, realising with a pang that it was Lewis's nightshirt you were wearing, a purple one he loved. Dropping it into the laundry basket, you turned on the shower, stepping under the warm shower. The warm spray untangled the knots in your matted hair, as you soaped your body and hair, fresh tears rolling down your cheeks as memories of your showers together with Lewis came flooding back, as heartbroken sobs wracked your form again.

An hour after the not so great shower, you found yourself in another shirt belonging to Lewis, the bed in fresh sheets and covers, your pillow finally cool on both sides. You were clean and refreshed, albeit heartbroken, waiting on your takeout Chinese food and ice cream. Just as you lay there, scrolling through your Netflix account to watch some episode of FRIENDS to help you keep your spirits up, the doorbell rang. The thought of flavourful Chinese food and ice cream was enough to lure you out of your bed again, bare feet padding across the wooden floor to go to the door. You grabbed your wallet, opening the door, to find not your dinner, but Lewis, at the door, in one of your favourite sweatshirts on him. Did the clothes make you feel better? No. In fact, it just shattered your heart further.

"What are you doing here?" was the predictable line that left your lips. "I um, I left my toothbrush at your place. Can I have it back?"

"I beg your pardon? You left your toothbrush? You came back for a toothbrush, but not for me? Is that all I mean to you?!" you said, anger and a hint of sadness creeping into your tone. "You do mean a lot to me" he replied in a sigh. "Look, I didn't actually leave my toothbrush. That was a lie, and wow, I'm just realising how stupid that sounded, I'm sorry" His words were met with silence. The sadness in your eyes said it all. You were upset. Of course you were. "I don't have any toothbrushes except mine, so please leave" Before you could shut the door in his face, he pushed it back open, stepping into the house on his own.

"No do not come in here, please just get out!"

"No" was his frustrating reply. "What do you mean no? I said get out of my house!" "Not until we stop fighting and talk about what the hell happened!" Lewis yelled back, matching your tone. "Why the hell do you care?!" "Because I still love you damn it, I always have, and this stupid fight cannot, and should not break us apart!"

Your burst into tears. Sliding down against the wall, you buried your face in your hands, the sweatshirt arms covering your face as you sobbed. In an instant, Lewis was walking across to you, strong muscled arms wrapping around your shaking frame. "I'm sorry" you managed to blubber out, "I thought it over, and I don't go to support as often as I feel I should, and I'm sorry"

"No my darling, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said all that to you. You work so hard baby, and I'm so proud of you. And I know that you try to come whenever you can, and I love you so much for that. I'm sorry, and I never shouldv'e asked you to prioritize my passion over yours" rubbing your shoulders softly, he let his chin rest on top of yours. Sniffling, you let your head rest on his shoulder. The soft hiccups that left your lips broke his heart even further, something he hadn't thought possible.

The last 3 days had been pure hell for him. He had missed you, God, he had missed you. He had missed having you in his bed in the morning, tracing patterns on your bare skin. He had missed leaving kisses on your soft cheeks and hands and on your cute nose, missed smiling against your skin as you giggled. He had missed you playing with Roscoe, the doggo following the both of you around the house. Even Roscoe had missed you, sniffing around the house for your familiar smell, cocking his ears up and looking at his dad questioningly.

He had missed your perfume, the scent filling his senses, intoxicating him in the best way possible. He missed you curling up to him, playing with his hair or tracing his tattoos, leaving little kisses around the compass tattoo, tracing his 'Still I Rise' tattoo, missing the goosebumps that would rise on his skin when you traced Michelangelo's Pieta on his skin, and kissed the family and faith tattoos on his sternum. He missed you everywhere, and it had taken three days for him to realize that your presence grounded him. Your presence was something he needed, not to survive, he had done that before, he needed you for his happiness.

And having you in his arms, crying over what he had said? It shattered his heart. And he wanted to just fix everything, to bring everything back to normal. Stroking your hair softly, he kept his lips pressed to your ear, whispering soft "I love you's" and "I'm so sorry baby's" and "I'm here for you's" into your ear, feeling his heart lighten ever so softly when your sniffles decreased and your grip on yourself relaxed.

Moving up to meet his eyes, you moved so you were at eye level with him. "So we're both idiots who are sorry?" You murmured, running your hand up to his collarbone. With a soft laugh, he nodded taking your hand into his, rubbing his thumb over yours. "Fighting sucks" he mumbled pushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "It really does" your replied, moving so you were straddling his waist. "Let's never do that again, and let's just make a schedule. We can figure out when you can come and visit me, and I'll just deal with the fact that my ethereal girlfriend won't grace the race tracks every race weekend-" "It all sounds lovely but all I want right now is your lips on mine" you interrupted, bringing a smirk to his lips.

Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to yours, hand moving to maneuver your head closer to his, your hands moving up to cup his cheek, as your traced his jawline, his thumb running over your waist. Breaking apart softly, he let his forehead rest on yours. "I love you" he whispered softly. "I love you too" you mumbled back. Before he could lean back in, the doorbell rang again.

"Damn it. That's my chinese food and ice cream" you sighed, smiling when he laughed. "Was it that bad?" He asked, letting you get up to open the door. "Like you wouldn't believe it"

After getting the food and paying for it, you set two plates on the table and put enough on your plates. "You know what the worst part was about fighting?" "What was?" "Not waking up to you tracing my tattoos" "Aww that's what you missed?" You giggled, walking up to kiss the tattoos on his hands. "I really did. You're cute and adorable and you're all mine. That's why I don't wanna fight. Let's keep it that way" "I love you so much" "I love you too"

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A/N - I'm so, so sorry I took so long to write this, I really suck at angst, and I hope this is what you wanted, the last thing I want to do is give you subpar work 😭😭

Anyways, have a great day 💙

[abbysfrenchbraid]

One sentence prompt with Abby pls daddy 🐡. “Don’t make me do this to you.”

well first of all, this is the first time anyone has ever called me daddy and I literally sat up straighter when I read this lmao

second of all, I know you might have wished for smut with this one, but my mind took me in the opposite direction. This is the most brutal piece of angst I have ever written. Do not read this if you're in a bad state of mind, do not read this if you struggle with this type of imagery.

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Summary: Abby and the reader are on a supply run and the reader gets bitten. The fic ends with their death. Heavy trigger warning, I repeat, only read this if you're up for this kind of topic.

CW for canon-typical violence, insect mention,blood/injuries and death of the reader

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The clickers were everywhere. There was no point in staying quiet anymore. Abby screamed in frustration as she plowed through four of them at once, waving her machete like an angel of death. You crouched behind a desk and emptied your entire magazine into a steady stream of new arrivals at the office door. The bodies were piling up in your only way out. Things didn’t look good for you.

This was supposed to be a supply run, just a two-day comb through a skyscraper that hadn’t been crossed off the map yet. Every week, Isaac was sending a team to go through another house in search of ammo and medicine. Since the base had doubled in members after bringing in everyone from the outposts, rations were getting scarce.

Everything had gone so well until Abby had opened a fire door, and with it, the gates of hell. There were probably five dozen infected behind it, all turned for years and so, so hungry.

A clicker somehow got a hold of the machete and tore it from Abby’s gasp. “Fuck!” She grabbed two knives from their holsters and went back at it. You quickly reloaded and continued shooting at infected crawling through the shrinking space in the door. Finally, the last one got stuck at the top and you put a bullet right into its right eye socket. A stream of black, foul blood ran down over the pile of bodies and mixed with that of the others on the floor.

“You okay, baby?” Abby wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, smudging the droplets of blood that had hit her face.

“Fine. What now?” You checked your ammo reserves and pushed up your sleeves. Sweat was running down your temple. Abby came over and grabbed your chin to reassure herself of your well-being, then she nodded tightly.

“Now we find a way out.” She went over to the window and broke it with her elbow. After punching out the shards of glass still sticking to the frame, she leaned out and looked around. You were on the sixth floor; jumping was not an option. “Come over here.”

You went over and holstered your gun. Abby put a hand on your shoulder as you stuck your head out of the window.

“See that ivy on the wall? It’s only a few feet until the next window. If the vines hold, we could climb over and enter through the other window. It still won’t be clear, but that door is a lost cause.” The gurgling screams behind the blocked doorway and the pounding at the walls made that very clear.

You worried your bottom lip between your teeth. This was a terrible idea. “And what if they don’t hold?”

“I don’t like it either, but there’s no other way, babe. There’s at least thirty clickers in that corridor, we’d never get through.”

Abby stepped close to you and held your face in her hands. You wrapped your arms around her waist and pulled her close. She pressed her forehead against yours and you concentrated on breathing in synch with her.

“We can do this.” Abby’s voice was hollow. You knew how much she hated heights. This was her worst nightmare.

“We can do this,” you repeated, much more steady than you felt.

You pressed your lips against hers in a hard, desperate kiss that told her everything words could not express. She held you close with a hand on the back of her neck while she kissed you, reassuring you that she knew, she knew, and she felt the same. You and her. Her and you, forever.

“Let’s go.” Abby pushed a chair to the window and stood on it. She stepped out of the window and onto the narrow ledge outside. It held. She nodded at you and gave her your most determined look. Behind your back, you clenched your fists so hard that a tendon shifted painfully in your knuckle.

Abby tested the thick vines of ivy that had grown on the cracked concrete wall. It seemed to be rooted firmly enough.

“Okay,” you heard Abby mutter to herself. Then she slowly stepped off the ledge until her entire weight hung on the ivy roots. Carefully, she made her way over to the next window, digging the tips of her boots into the wall and testing each vine before she held on to it. You held your breath the entire time.

After what felt like an eternity, Abby was on the other windowsill. She grabbed the mounting for the blinds above the window and looked in through the window. You could tell she was forcing herself not to look down.

“Alright, there’s a few in here, so I’ll wait until you’re here to break the window. The ivy should hold, come on.” She gave you a quick, stressed smile that was more of a grimace, but you appreciated the encouragement. You could do this.

Following her exact footsteps, you climbed out onto the sill and held onto the window frame. Shit, this was high. You were eternally grateful that there was no wind.

“Come on, baby, you got this.” Abby’s voice was miles away. You exhaled slowly, then you gripped two thick vines and slowly suspended yourself from them. Below your feet, there was nothing. And 70 feet below, hard concrete. Fuck.

You couldn’t stop your hands from shaking as you slowly let go with your left hand and reached as far as you could without extending your arm completely. Then you pulled yourself over and placed your right hand in front of you again. It took two more crawling maneuvers. You were sweating, your biceps were cramping and you felt as if you were going to black out. Then your feet were on the other ledge and Abby’s arm was around your waist. She knocked her head gently against yours.

“Okay?”

“Okay.” You blinked a few times to clear your head. Then Abby kicked in the window and you both got rid of the most dangerous shards before jumping in and pulling your knives.

A few clickers had heard already, but going stealth for as long as possible would make this a lot easier. You killed three infected on your way to the stairwell, then you had to pass the corridor where all the others were waiting.

Abby held up three fingers, then two, then one. You both ran at the same time. A roar went through the crowd of infected, then there was a wave of movement. They looked like a heap of maggots or cockroaches, a nest stirred after someone lifted their cover. Before you, Abby sprinted down the stairs, taking two steps at a time.

On the next floor, there were already four infected waiting on the platform. Abby jumped onto the first one, burying her knife in its skull. You came right behind her, snapping the neck of one. Suddenly there were arms around you.

Someone was clamping down on you from behind, holding your upper arms pressed to your body. You threw your head back and felt something crack beneath your skull, then the hold loosened. The clicker sank to the ground. Right behind him came the next, fingers tangling into your hair as it screamed into your face. More hands were on you.

“Abby!” Your scream was high-pitched, panicked, unfamiliar. You almost didn’t recognize your own voice. “Abby, help me!”

Suddenly, there was pain. You couldn’t even tell where it came from. Then there were gunshots, two, three, the sound reverberating off the walls of the narrow staircase. Abby jumped in front of you, grabbing your shoulders. She was yelling, but you couldn’t hear anything except a high ring.

Abby pulled your arm, shaking you out of your stupor. You couldn’t hear, but you could still run. Both of you dashed down flight after flight of stairs. Finally on ground level, the blonde tore open the door and you both fled inside before tipping over a file cabinet in front of the closed door.

“Baby? Y/N?” Abby’s voice was muffled. Her hair was drenched in blood and sweat. “Y/N? Can you hear me?”

“Yeah,” you whispered weakly. “Yeah, it’s coming back.”

She sighed with relief and pressed a hard kiss to your temple, then she grabbed your arm again. “Let’s get out of here.”

You ran through the overgrown streets, only stopping once to drink some fresh water. The ringing in your ears didn’t waver. It was horrible. Your entire spine felt like it was on fire. Your legs were filled with lead. After you had stumbled for the third time, Abby pulled you into a shop and closed the door behind you.

You sat on the floor and leaned your back against a shelf. Looking up, you realized with pleasant surprise that you had ended up in a bookstore. You gave Abby a weak smile. “Nice place.”

Abby just handed you her bottle and a piece of beef jerky. “Here. You need some energy. We can’t stay out another night, I need to get you to Mel. Something’s wrong.”

“Okay.” You bit down on the strip of meat and concentrated on chewing. Something was wrong.

When Abby finally stood and started wandering around the store, you carefully lifted your hand and rubbed the back of your neck, where the pain was the worst. Your hair stuck to it wetly, and when you pulled your hand back, it was bloody. Fuck.

You quickly hid your hand when Abby shot over a concerned glance, but then she found something interesting and perched on a table, opening the book. You touched your neck again, feeling around for a bullet wound or a scratch.

There they were. Small holes, arranged in a neat curve. When you pressed on them, you couldn’t suppress a hiss. Abby was with you immediately.

“What’s wrong, baby? Talk to me.”

You looked at her. Time seemed to come to a complete standstill. There she was, your beautiful girlfriend, your lover, your partner. Her neat braid that she redid neatly every morning was hanging over her shoulder. Hundreds of mornings watching her nimble fingers at work ran through your mind. Even though her face was covered in blood now, you could still make out her freckles. Last summer, you had spent an entire afternoon counting them. Every time Abby had kissed you, you had lost count and needed to start over.

Her hands were on your thighs, warm, strong, and comforting. You remembered when she had put her hand on your knee the first time. You had thought your heart would jump out of your chest and run away. The first time she had kissed you, you had been sure you would faint. But Abby always managed to catch you, to bring you back to earth, to her, always to her. She always found a way. It was you and her, her and you. Forever.

A tear had ignored your order to stay put and now slowly rolled down your cheek. Abby frowned and brushed it away with her thumb. “Pain that bad?”

You nodded, then you shook your head.

“Hey, what’s wrong? How can I help?” She smiled bravely.

Your brave Abby. Your beautiful, strong, brave, perfect girl. This wasn’t fair. She didn’t deserve this. You took her hands in yours.

“Abby…” You took a deep breath. “You can’t. It’s too late for that.”

You felt your bottom lip tremble and tried to press your lips together, but that only made it worse. Your face felt like it was going to split open. Your lungs hurt. Everything hurt.

“Y/N… What are you talking about?” Abby’s hands started shaking. “What are you saying?” The corners of her mouth twitched down dangerously, then tiny dimples started to appear on her chin. Her voice was only a whisper now, a plea. “What are you saying?”

“I’m sorry.” You couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. They were hot on your cheeks, tickling uncomfortably as they seeped into your collar. “I’m so sorry, baby. I was too slow. They got me.”

Abby began shaking her head, tears leaving white paths in the grime on her face. “No. No, no, no, no, Y/N, that’s not true. That’s not true.”

She held your hands so tightly you thought they were going to break. It didn’t matter now, anyway, you thought grimly. God, what a fucking nightmare.

“Abby.” You sniffed loudly and pulled her close, forehead to forehead again. “Baby. Don’t leave me to turn. Don’t let me become one of them.”

Your beloved crumpled before you. She howled in pain, pulling at her hair and furiously wiping her face. “No, no, no, this is all wrong. We have time. We can find… we’ll find a way. I just need to find Ellie. I’ll find her. We’ll find a way. I promise. Don’t give up like that, don’t you do that to me, don’t you…” She buried her face in your shoulder, her entire body shaking as she cried silently.

“My love.” You felt lightheaded now, your vision had started to double. “Abby. It’s happening. They got me good. Right on the spine. I don’t have much longer.”

You put your hands on her cheeks and forced her to look at you. The horror in her eyes was unbearable. “You need to be strong now. You need to promise me you won’t let me turn. Do you hear me? Let me die with dignity. Bring me back to the base and bury me under our willow. Okay? Okay, Abby?”

Speaking was hard now. But you needed to be sure.

“I can’t, I can’t…” It felt like Abby was dissolving in your hands. “Don’t make me do this to you. I love you. I love you, I love you…”

“I love you, too, baby. I love you so much, I always will. I’ll wait for you, I promise. I’ll be right there waiting when you follow me in 80 years.” You laughed through your tears and pulled Abby in for a desperate kiss. It was wet and salty. It was horrible. All of it.

“I can’t live without you,” Abby panted. “Don’t do this to me, I’m begging you. Don’t leave me.”

“I’m not leaving you,” you whispered. “I’ll be with you, always. But you need to help me do that. Don’t let me turn. Let me go in peace. I’ll wait for you. I love you, Abby, more than anyone has ever loved another soul.”

Abby kissed you again, then she hugged you tightly.

“Wait for me. I’ll find you,” she mumbled into your ear. “I’ll find you.”

“I will.” Your hearing was all fuzzy again. Black dots were dancing in front of your eyes. It felt like your muscles were being injected with bleach. “Abby, I need to go now. You need to help me. You need to let me go.”

Abby held you tighter. “I love you so much. I love you, Y/N. I’ll love you forever.”

You inhaled deeply and there it was, the faint smell of her favorite pine soap. It was home. Everything went dark.

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Author's note: Hey, I was really debating if I should post this because it is incredibly heavy. Please come to my inbox and let me know what you thought 💘

If you want some fluff after this, check out this, this, or this <3

[loneworldgazer]

boo boos

about: where bonten gets patched up by you.. eh except for a minoorrr error

a/n: i hate writing bonten because it's so damn cliche and "you're the only one i love" type of bs but it's addicting🔫🔫

warnings: mentions of blood and violence, chapter 189-206 spoilers‼️‼️, kissing in kakucho's part

tag tag: @rindousarus, @lucylikesbluehairedmen

(lucy idk who you like in bonten but here you go😭😭)

sanzu

obviously sanzu is the type to be careless and he sometimes would scratch his face whenever a bastard had a chance to touch him but he easily kills them off

most of the times (would say 3 times), he would be high and it's a completely wrong time for him to be sent off to a mission but he lives the risks of being high so he'll just take whatever the hell mikey gave him

it would be a lot more messier execution and blood would stick and drip down his face while rindou and ran asked him to wash off the stains of his face (no sanzu, doesn't matter if it's the results of your hardwork after pill popping and killing idc)

he eventually does clean off the grime on his face and felt a stinging sensation on his cheek, he touched up everywhere on his face and the scar was lined on the left of his cheek

he sighs with a grin and pressed the wound again and again, feeling the burn of the scar opening and closing

he hums as he slid into your private room to find anything to patch him up or maybe you.. if you could

he peeked from the door way and you were writing down.. who knows? whatever you were writing down was long forgotten when you looked up cause you felt a precense and immediately rushed to sanzu

"cmere you idiot" it's the shocking way to find out, you the partner of sanzu being the bigger person than him. the other members of bonten just watches sanzu being nagged by you like a mother a lot of times when his wild ass doesn't do things right and perhaps one of them let a snicker escape.

you grabbed onto his face gently but quickly pushing him onto a chair and he whistles like a tease to your concerned actions and you grumbled under your breath because of your wreck of a husband. you stopped going through the medkit and paused to look at him, he knows you wanted to pop a question so he tilted his head yo let him know what is it.

"um.. are you okay with hello kitty bandaids?" it was reasonable for him to laugh very loudly because you looked so nervous when you couldn't find any normal bandaids and you didn't say anything when you wiped a clean rag over him. well until he stopped laughing.

"i don't want to make you look like a fool infront of the other members, you clown"

"what are you a kid, why do you even have hello kitty bandaids in the first place hm~?" you told him with a smile threatening to grow on your lips that it was ridiculously cute that you had to buy it. don't waste your chance before it's out of stock <33

so he agrees,

one of the many things that his sweet partner can intoduce him is wearing hello kitty bandaids that fits his hair colour

he DOES NOT give two shits if any of bonten were to make fun of him, he doesn't care if he had to be called preschooler or that you were sending him to school but all that matters is to be showy with his glamarous bandaids that he had so he could remember that sweet expression on your face when he decides to wear them

it's completely okay if you called him extra because you know this man has the audacity to ask if you had hello kitty bandages if his arms bled

extra!!:

"sanzu, do you think this is a fashion show" you deadpanned at him when you see him sneaking on bandaids on his face, to what show you? because you know damn we this fool is wasting precious stuff during the time he won't need it.

he slowly starts peeling off another one when you start scolding him, giving empty threats on how you'll wrap him up in bandages to bury him later and the time you turn around again is where he quickly pushed the sticky bandaid on you.

"there, we're matching!" he points at the mirror or better he shifts you towards the mirror by grabbing your waist and loosely hugging it when you look at the glass when both you and sanzu had the cute bandaid on both your noses.

perhaps you shouldn't rub your temples and stress about this a lot because your husband will not take this seriously.

mikey

this was a boss we're talking about so mikey had to intervine because this smart group of asses are actually breaking into bonten's bank, carefully taken care by the haitani brothers

the boss got held at gun point before the last few seconds of his breath to get him to spill but mikey got impatient and accidently killed him too soon

mikey gripped the gun in frustration that his fingers could form a bruise with how hard he's holding it, an unfortunate turn of events had happened when the windows in all the rooms got smashed in by the other members of the sleaze he killed and managed to land a kick on his head

sanzu dealt with the problem quickly, blocking mikey from the enemies slinging the katana he had lazily on his side with a crazed glint in his eyes threatening the other members from getting way too close

the kick was unnessarily strong for no reason that mikey wobbled to his knees to the sheer impact the feet of the slain man (sanzu specially killed) could effect him so much

kakucho swiftly lead mikey out of the room whilst shooting down any person running in

mikey settled in your shared bedroom as he informed sanzu and kakucho to put him in the room whenever anything serious occured because he atleast wanted to see his beloved when he wakes up

the soft plush pilliows greeted his head as his half unconscious form laid on the bed before his eyes gave up and met darkness (like his impulses‼️‼️)

the taps of a wet cloth made him jolt out of his slumber and you panicked, telling him it's just you and you were just taking care of him while he's asleep. his head hurted when he shifted to look at you and you gently told him to rest when he feels bandages wrapped around his head.

he sensed your worry when your lips trembled on the face of his skin when you pecked kisses all over him and he couldn't help pulling you over into a hug which you squeled when you stumbled out of your chair.

"sleep with me love" he kissed you back on all the places you touched him with your lips to calm down the hurting beats of your heart when you see him writhing from the danger he put himself in, you held his face which he tiredly nodded to your thoughts which were all concerned for him.

you're worried if the head injury's bad, nah don't he shakes his head if you ever think that, he just needs to bask in the comfort of his love.

hours passed as mikey fell asleep in your arms, relaxed by your side when he wakes up but eventually he had to talk to the other bonten members for them to fill him in on any news

he reluctantly gets up because he wanted to still admire your sleeping face, the serene peace you were in as your chest slowly bumps on his arm when you breathe in and out when he shifts away made him feel bad but he had no choice

this was sonething he worried about and he didn't want to happen but he felt your fingertips on his back when you reached for him to stay

"mm.. mikey, your face.."

he touches his face feeling baindaids on it and he got on his knees to stare at your lips and to hear what you wanted to say

"um.. we ran out of actual bandaids from the last time you got hurt but i found my rabbit bandaids but i don't know if you want to go out to the others like.."

you stopped rambling when he puts his head down to laugh quietly to how worried you got, he shushed you to not get so concerned and he looks in the mirror to see the bandaids plastered on his cheek. he waved at you before going and shut the door noiselessly.

there's no need to be scared of his public image or whatever, mikey nonchalantly wore it around the members, he didn't mind if they let out an amused sound of them when the feared leader of bonten walks around with cute rabbits plastered on his face.

even he couldn't keep a grin from slipping out.

kakucho

they had divisions and they were given to kakucho and sanzu, mikey's trusted men

they supervised their own divisions and trained them with the basics they need to know in bonten, also giving the excuse to watch out for any spies or 'traitors'

with that the two had the time of their lives.. minus kakucho, sanzu was going crazy on his men and if you glanced quickly, you wouldn't notice how hard sanzu was on his men

there were times that sanzu might've just played all of them and kick their teeth out instead of doing warmups with them but kakucho's a lot more responsible while sanzu was respected in fear, everyone respected kakucho because of his strength and level headed behaviour

the division each took turn with kakucho, sparring with one another eventhough it might've taken a whole day because he wanted to see how capable they are without dreading that their lives would be in danger if he took his eyes off one of his men

let's just say some of them were really aggresive

while kakucho would applaud them for this to be absolute beasts in beating the hell of out of him in the session, he still tasted spite from getting pushed back and forth but he kept cool and thought this as a process for his patience

by the end of the day, everything's dismissed and sanzu would look at him with a toothy smirk because of how much damage he endured

sanzu calls kakucho reckless as he spits at him to clamp his mouth shut before a gun goes in it as bruises and scratches were on his face, the same with sanzu who liked the pain and took a while to patch up

kakucho looks in the mirror to see how bad it is and to how bad he flinched, he gets twitchy

he thought of you, he didn't want to hurt your feelings and see you glare at him in sadness on how rough things were at the headquarters when he trained so he tried his best to get rid off any visible marks on his face

it was time for him to go back so he bowed to mikey, a sign for him to leave and trudged home to see you again

it was at dead of night, clock nearing 1am when he greets the safe home an "i'm home" and he hears the television on, he slowly walks into the living room and placed a hand on the couch to pull himself to it to see you wrapped up like a burrito and snoring a little.

he smiled to himself, his lover leaving the movie they loved playing and accidently falling asleep which made him frown a bit when he realizes that you were probably waiting for him to reach.

he patted your shoulder and whisperes that he's home and asked for you to hold on when he carried you in his arms and hugged you tighter when you were all warm but your hands cold when he felt it sting against the back of his neck. he planted you on the cold sheets of the bed which you stretched like a cat to look up at him and he hisses at you not to get up so quickly when you held his face.

you smashed your lips on him which he didn't expect and he felt himself heating up to how straightforward you are, you missed him so much although it's been a day. you cursed at him for being an idiot for hurting himself all over and rested your forehead on his and he feebly says his apologies.

"but you're my idiot, c'mere" his ears red when you got off the bed to open up a medkit and he tells to stop and you were not having it and you grabbed his chin for him to look at you while he squirms a little when you also have to observe his face to look at his state.

you dragged to the shower and though he hates how troubled you were when he's hurt, he finds it endearing when you start bossing him around. he really needed someone to pull him out of his roughed up state with a little scolding.

also a bonus that he's also a simp for you so it's two good things in one to obey.

extra!!:

after the warm shower and the scrubs you did to each other, he felt relaxed while you threw yourself on the bed in sleepiness but you had to deal with some things first.

you straddled his lap while applying the bandaids on his face and he squints and looks closely at it, they were small [animal/s] dancing around on the bandaid and he left out a soft chuckle that made your heart leap.

"these [animal/s] are like you" you lift an eyebrow while pressing it down on his jaw and he explained on how you were the bigger person than anyone and 'ferocious' you were but he knew that you cared deeply about the people you love.

you lightly smacked on his cheek which made him yelp, if that wasn't the cheesiest bullshit he spewed then you didn't know anymore, kakucho has his face recognized as the respectable bonten 3 but he still had the heart of a boy holding his gifted new puppy.

[marvelouslytrekking]

Hidden Injury

Pairing: Leonard McCoy/Reader Summary: An away mission goes south (as they do) and you’re left running for your life and even once you’re mostly safe, you try to keep your injuries from you boyfriend. Word Count: 1280 Warnings: maybe a swear word, brief mention of injury, passing out A/N: Wow it has been forever since I have written for Bones or Star Trek. This was kinda request from an anon for some hurt/comfort not sure if this really fits that but I wrote it in like 2 hours and it’s been awhile since I have had the ability to do that so I am proud of it and hope you enjoy it!

Just once, just one time, you wanted a mission to go according to plan. You were so sick of hearing the words “This one will be simple, just a diplomatic stop,” only to find yourself running through a jungle while being chased by the other species on the planet that hate the ones you were there to meet with.

And just once, just one time it would be nice if when things went south that the transporter would work so you weren’t stuck running for longer than your legs and lungs liked. What was the point of advanced technology if it never actually worked to get you out of these types of situations.

And worse yet, you never seemed to manage to be able to stick together, easily being split up so you were not only running for your life but you had no idea if your crewmates were okay or not. You vowed to yourself that next time Kirk thought he needed an engineer on the planet you are going to refuse to be the one. Let Scotty risk his ass, not you. You would much rather be running around onboard the ship trying to get transporters online.

You’d think that having been in a similar situation multiple times, you would have learned a few things, but evidently you had not. You turned around, trying to see if you had made any headway on getting away from the aliens but unfortunately, you hadn’t, and you managed to miss the giant log in front of you. You crashed down to the ground hard. You could tell immediately that you had definitely not only gave yourself a small concussion but something in your foot did not feel right. But at that moment you didn’t have time to dwell on either so instead you quickly pulled yourself up and continued to run. You continued to move in a zigzag, trying to dodge their spears and whatever else was being launched against you, as well as trying to lose them. Finally you made enough crazy turns that it seems they were no longer behind you.

You felt relief when you noticed a small cave and you limped your way into the opening, hoping it would hide you for long enough. Once you stopped and had a moment to catch your breath, you suddenly could feel the sharp and overwhelming pain in your foot. There was no way that it hadn’t been broken, and running for another few miles probably had done you the opposite of any good for it. You found yourself sliding down the wall of the cave. Trying not to dwell on the pain in both your foot and your head.

Your pain had distracted you so much you missed the footsteps that had been approaching you.

“Oh thank god, you’re okay.” You startled when you heard a familiar voice.

“Jesus Len, don’t sneak up on a person like that,” You scold him.

“Sorry,” He apologizes before joining you on the cave floor. “You okay? You’re not hurt are you.”

“I’m fine, Just sick of running from angry aliens all the time.” You tell him. You know you should mention the foot at the very least. There was no way if you needed to run you were going to be able to and he literally was a doctor but you just didn’t want to deal with it at the moment. You didn’t want to be the engineer that got injured on the mission and slowed everyone down.

“I agree with you there,” Bones grumbled, but you notice him running his eyes over you to make sure you truly are okay. “You sure you’re okay though?”

“Yes.” You tell him, you hope he doesn’t notice that you’re gritting your teeth.

He gives you a slight skeptical look but doesn’t push it any further. You figure he must have lost his tricorder if he hasn’t pushed it in your face already. You aren’t sure if you’re relieved or not about that fact.

You two sit in silence for a while, you find yourself wanting to close your eyes and go to sleep but you force yourself to stay awake. One thing you know is that falling asleep with a concussion isn’t a great idea. But you don’t stop yourself from resting your head on Len’s shoulder. He doesn’t seem to mind, happy to have you close.

It isn’t an issue much longer when you suddenly hear both of your comms go off.

“Transporter’s back online! We have a lock on your location and will be beaming you up shortly!” You hear Scotty’s voice.

“Took you long enough,” You tease him, not showing how relieved you truly are to hear his voice.

“Well my best engineer wasn’t here to help me out.”

Bones starts to stand up as you’re talking with Scotty and suddenly you realize you’re going to have to get up as well.

Before you can say anything, Bones has his hand stretched out for you to take. You try to position yourself in a way that you won’t have to put pressure on your leg. And it almost works, but the sudden movement of standing, or getting mostly pulled up, has your head spinning, and to get your balance, you instinctively put pressure on your foot.

You felt yourself scream out in pain as arms wrapped around you and darkness started to cloud your vision as the pain became too much.

` You wake up with just a dull pain over your entire body. Probably from the amount of running you did. But you immediately recognize that you are in one of the private rooms in the medbay. You weren’t sure your injury had warranted a private room but when you noticed Leonard sitting beside you, you realize it is probably less to do with the injury and more to do with the fact you were about to get yelled at.

“Don’t even think about pretending you’re still asleep.” He grumbled when he noticed you trying to close your eyes again.

“What if instead I just try to fall back asleep.” You countered.

“Not until after we’ve talked.”

“What are we talking about?” You asked as if you didn’t know. “How pretty the trees on that planet were?”

“No. We’re talking about the fact that you promised to stop hiding your injuries from me.” You could hear the frustration in his voice.

“I thought that was in reference to like, cuts and burns from engineering.” You tried.

“If I am worried about little cuts and burns, don’t you think I’d like to know when you completely shatter your foot and give yourself a mild concussion?” Leonard huffed. You can tell he is annoyed, but you also can hear the worry in his voice, especially when it dropped lower and he added, “You scared the shit out of me.”

“Sorry,” You mumbled, refusing to look up at him.

“I know, just please don’t hide things like this from me again.” Leonard pleaded softly, resting his hand on your cheek, pulling your face to look at him. You notice how tired he looks. You felt terrible. He had to run for his life as well and when you could have been safe and relaxing, you scared him by passing out in his arms.

“I promise.” You told him. While you knew it wasn’t going to be easy, you much preferred not to be a burden, you also knew that you couldn’t keep doing these sort of things to him so you would make an effort. Especially because you hated seeing the disappointment on his face and much preferred the one of longing and love.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

I may be hella afraid of birds but that wont stop me from making this.

Injured wing

The poor thing was in the balcony of the apartment. Making sounds and flapping their wings at ferocity to try to take flight again as you watched in pity.

Taking a warm towel from the dryer, your boyfriend's one since it was the comfier to be exact, you picked up the squirming little brow winged creature and took inside. You didn't had the heart to leave it out there, especially due to the snow.

While taking things out of cabinets, you didn't noticed your phone buzzing with the notifications of a certain... top hero calling you.

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"A nightingale." You mused as you read on the internet what type of bird was now having fun on bathing on q small pot of water and singing to its heart content "How adorable!" You gushed as it shock out of the droplets of water as you carefully put a sorta of a tiny sling on a popsicle stick to mantain its feather that seemed to be broken stood on place.

"Sorry buddy, guess you're gonna have to stay like this for some time." The bird seemed to calculate your words before tweaking as you giggled at its cuteness.

That is until you heard the door opening and clicking shut.

Fuck. Keigo.

You grabbed the bird delicately and put it on a box filled with a soft towel and placed on your bed before going to open the bedroom's door to see a soaked wet, hair flat and worried hero with a frow.

"Is this some sorta of revenge or what? I was worried sick (Y/n)! You weren't answering your phone so I thought something happened." You picked your phone in confusion.

"You did?" Shit "oh..."

"Yeah. 'Oh.'" He crossed his arms before sighing cupping your cheeks "Why did you stood me up? I thought we were going to have dinner together on that restaurant."

"God!" You face palmed "I totally forgot! I'm so sorry Kei!" You whined as he let out a chuckle.

"Is fine. Although I would like if you compesate for m-"

Before he could finish his sentence, you both froze when a couple of chirps were heard. You analyzed his expression and soon giggled in nervousness at seeing his wings puff up in alarm.

"Was that.. was that a chirp?" He yed you, his pupils dilated as you took a step back with a smile.

"I.. I dont know? Maybe they are out there singing." You rolled your eyes and sweated when he towered over you as you kinda protected the nightingale inside the box with your body.

Yet the chirps intensified...

"There is a bird in here." Hawks more accused than asked as you giggled in nervousness once again.

"A bird? Why would a bird be-" the nightingale manage to escape the box and tweaked at both of you "...here."

"What is he doing in here?" He asked, if you didn't know Keigo enough, you could assume he was... unpleasant.

That's why you were so hesitant on showing the little nightingale to him in the first place when he showed up. You werent blind, and knew Keigo had some bird attics that showed up here and there. It wasn't as frequent as it would be however he was resting if the commission hadn't somehow put their hands on it. But Keigo didn't hold much strings around you. So... you could clearly see that your boyfriend wasn't happy when another one of "his kind", especially a male, he could tell somehow it was a male by the chirping dont ask why, was beneath the same rooftop as him with his partner alone.

"Is here because he is injured Kei, he needs some treatment." You cupped your hands together for the nightingale climb in it as Hawks hlardd holes at the little thing.

"Take him to the vet or something kid, this ain't a clinic." You flinched at his words but still remained strong.

"No I am not." You said "I dont know if they are going to sacrifice him or not Kei, I cant take chances."

"Do you even know how to take care of a bird in the first place dove?!" He asked, hands up as his wings puffed even more which made you snort and arch an eyebrow at him as the fella in your hands chirped.

"Well, I do have some knowledge of wings. And have to take care of one on daily basics." You giggled at the expression of shock and insulted Keigo did before walking off and leaving him groaning and sulking at knowing you wouldn't get rid of that street bird...

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"Keigo Takami." He froze when he heard his full name coming from your mouth "Put that phone down. That little bird is going to stay until it gets better." He did just as you said with an eyeroll before pouting in anger at seeing the bird at your shoulder.

That's his place to put his chin on and snuggle your neck with his face. His.

"And you have to carry that thing whenever you go now? That must suck." He tried to joke, leaning with crossed arms on the kitchen counter as before his face completely fell as you simply chuckled and said it didn't bother you at all.

"Seriously?" He asked in disbelief before grabbing his mug taking a few gulps before you widened your eyes and giggling "What are you laughing at?"

"Is just that mug was full of water early and maybe our little friend may have took a bath in it." Your boyfriend stood up so fast and soon you heard disgusting noises of vomiting .

"For god's sake KEIGO I WASHED IT!"

"I DONT CARE THAT THING SHOULDN'T BE BATHING ON MY STUFF WHAT THE HECK?!"

You sighed, waiting for your boyfriend to be back as you feed the little bird with some seeds carefully, soon being met with Keigo, still brushing his teeth.

"Drama king." You chuckled as he groaned "You know he is not a thing Kei, is a nightingale."

"Great knowing it." He said with a mouthful of toothpaste before spitting into the trash, saying something about not dirtying his bathroom with other birds germs or something.

He looked at you a bit in defeat at seeing you feeding the bird as you noticed his wings drooping a bit.

"What is wrong now bird brain?" You giggled at his expression.

"You should be feeding me ... your boyfriend." You snorted before picking a sunflower seed and showing it to him.

"I thought you didn't liked this stuff?" Yoh asked cheekily as he groaned.

"There is chicken, takoyaki, nuggets heck everything that I eat!"

The bird chirped and you nodded thoughtfully as he stared at you in confusion.

"Cannibalism. I agree."

"Oh cmon I thought we were over this..." he sighed before getting something from the fridge as he scowled at the chirps following after.

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He glared at the bird chirping a song as you hummed in delight at the sound, staring lovely at the nightingale.

"Oh cmon Kei!" You poked his cheeks which was puffed "You have to admit is a amazing sound! Nightingales are famous for that!"

"Hawks are famous for other things too y'know?" He grumbled before widening his eyes at seeing you werent giving him attention, instead grabbing your phone and recording the nightingale's chirping.

"Hm? What did you say Kei?" You looked up at him with that smirk which made him scoff and stood up with crossed arms and going to the kitchen.

You stiffled your giggled, going to your pouting boyfriend and hugging him lovingly after putting the injured bird back to safety.

"You're really jealous huh?" You carresed his chest as he breathed in and out, cheeks red at being so obvious about his feelings.

"Is a form of flirting birds singing to their mates. That little shit." He mumbled, earning you a laugh that made him smile as feeling you peppering kisses all over his neck and jawline before he caught your lips with his.

You broke apart with a goofy smile as he chuckled before deadpanning at hearing chirps before puffing and straightening his wings on all glory before shouting at the nightingale:

"GO GET YOURSELF A PARTNER! THIS ONE IS TAKEN YOU PIECE OF CRAP!"

You never laughed so hard in your life. A sound that, for Keigo at least, was far more beautiful than any chirping, singing or melody on this whole world.

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After a few days you saw Keigo's hatred for the nightingale easing slowly but surely. Yet you never thought that coming home late on one of Keigo's day off, you would see your boyfriend, layed on the couch with a finger up holding the bird he claimed to hate it and whistling some similiar tone along with the nightingale's chirping.

You stared in shock yet awe at the look of your boyfriend directed to the bird as the sounds came out of his lips before chuckling.

"Your wing soon will be better by the looks of it. Isn't (Y/n) a great nurse?" He mumbled, a sadness deep down on his gaze as he saw the bird clapping the wing that wasn't wrapped up "You got freedom and my dove's attention bud, how could you and (Y/n) not expect me to get jealous?" He chuckled sadly as you frowned, walking slowly towards him, pretending to not overheard his monologue.

"Hey pretty thing, back already?" His cheeky smile was back as you looked at it in awe before kneeling in front of the couch he was layed on and kissing him deeply, making him close his eyes in bliss and pull you closer with his free hand by the neck.

You broke apart as he panted with a glossy yet pleased look. Ignoring the chirps for a bit, you carresed his golden looks as he closed his eyes with a smile.

"Redeeming yourself for giving attention to this bird and not me for these past few weeks?" He murmured happily yet drowsily as you giggled and kissed his forehead softly.

"You could say that bird brain." You stopped for a bit, hearing him whine miserably for you to get back, cupping your hands for the bird to get in.

"Cmon..." he whined, arm dropped over his face as the other rested on him until he felt you tugging on his shirt.

"Just get up lazy, I'm giving you all the attention you want." At this, you saw his golden eyes practically glow in bliss as he stood up as fast as he could.

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He stretched his arms as he sitted up on the bed. Hair untamed and eyes unfocused until they dropped on the bird that had exited his box and was flapping both of his wings. Both.

"Huh. You look all better." He smirked as he felt you shift and rest your chin on his shoulder with a drowsy look.

"Who is better?" You mumbled before he pointed at the bird jumping and trying to take flight.

"Your friend there." You squealead as hs chuckled, grabbing the nightingale in one hands as he unwrapped the the made up sling as he waited patiently for the little fella to flap its wings and fly just a few centimeters above his palm.

"Cmon dove." He ushered you to follow him on the balcony as he had a gentle hold on the nightingale "Go little buddy, being stuck on a unknown place forever isn't goog for anyone."

And with a little movement of his hand, the nightingale took flight with beautiful chirps that made you smile but soon look at your boyfriend with a sad smirk as he watched the little bird fly away.

It wasn't sadness because he got attached to the nightingale. It was because that, even a small bird as he, could be free and not him. A grow up man that had a partner but was still caged by the comission...

You carresed his arm before hugging it and placing a sweet kiss to his cheek which brought his attention back to you.

"How about some hot cocoa my handsome? You still got some minutes stuck with me until you go to work." You said softly in Hope's to cheer him up.

He looked at you in some sorta of shock before chuckling and bringing you close enough to him to hear his heart beat and feel his warm yet chapte lips on your forehead.

"Being stuck with you is the only way that keeps me going to be honest."

[undertale-writing-times]

Dream, Ink, Nightmare, Reap, Dusty and Lover one day come for a surprise visit to their s/o, only the second they enter the house they are immediately hit with the strong smell of blood.

They locate their s/o in the kitchen who is just casually replacing a very red cotton dental roll with a fresh one in their mouth, and they glance over at them just as they finish up to say:

"Oh! Oh gosh, don't worry! I've just gotten my last wisdom tooth ripped out by the dentist, so... if you smell blood… then that's why. I'm not hurt beyond that."

They are clearly trembling quite a bit from the adrenaline they experienced going through that, but other than that they don't appear to be too bothered.

Just so curious as to how they would react to this scenario since I finally had my last wisdom tooth removed today.

It was unpleasant （´・｀ ）

Eyyyy :D I remember when I got my wisdom teeth taken out.

I was all loopy and just kept saying "F you" to my mom and crying about cows.

Dream: When Dream came into the house, he was going to say something to get his datemate's attention, until he smelled the blood. It was a familiar scent, and it caused him to panic. A deep sickening feeling forming in his chest. Was he going to find them bleeding out on the floor? Dead? Are they dying?! He shakes his head to get his mind off that, and rushes off to find Y/n. He found them in the kitchen replacing the red balls making him stick his tongue out a little. Ew... he looks at them "Y/n, are you okay?" they look over at him, and nod. They explain, in a voice that was a little hard to understand, that they got their wisdom teeth taken out. Ew ew ew! What?! He shakes his head, trying to calm himself down and walks over putting his arms around their waist, resting his head against their back "You worried me" he mumbles. He shuts his eye sockets, letting his powers go through them soothing any pain that they were feeling. He was a bit like a pain pill! How funny.

Ink: The smell of blood was something that caught Ink's attention quickly, making him sniff at the air then starts to walk around looking for his datemate. Was his datemate dead? That would suck he was excited to see them today. Every time he blunk, his eyes would change shapes being mostly question marks. When he saw his datemate, he perks up and smiles "Y/n!" he walks over, looking at the red stuff "Ewww you're bleeding, are you okay?" he reaches over to poke the ball, but Y/n pushes his hand away, explaining what happened. Their voice sounded pretty weird... "So, you're missing a tooth? Can I see?" he leans over and laughs as they push him away. Aww come on, that's so not fair! He thinks it could be interesting to see... humans were squishy and weird!

Nightmare: When Nightmare came into the house, having come over to see his datemate, he smells the blood which caused his body to feel... strange. He couldn't sense any too bad negative energies so he had a feeling that they weren't dead or dying but... still, enough. So, he followed where the smell was coming from and perked up when he saw whatever they were doing with the cotton "Y/n, what are you doing?" they look over at him, and start to explain. He had a hard time understanding them because of the weird stuff in their mouth. "Someone ripped one of your teeth out? Why? Do I need to kill him?" then they explain why while leaning against him, and he slowly sighs out and leads them over to the couch to sit down muttering under his breath. He didn't like the idea of someone doing that to them...

Reap: Reap normally wouldn't be the type to appear without any type of warning, he would hate to give his datemate a heart attack haha... that isn't really a pun, is it? Eh, whatever, he didn't really care about that too much. Today he decided to go and see them. When he smelled the blood when he came in though? He felt panic shoot through his body. He knew that they weren't dead but he was still allowed to be panicked! Floating around their house quickly, he finally went into the kitchen and saw them “Y/n? Are you okay?” his eyes shoot to look at the... cotton stuff in their hands. Ew. They look over at him, and quickly explain, or at least as quickly as they could. So they're not dying? Of course they're not dying... it was literally his job... blah he's stupid. “Warn me next time” he mutters, putting his hand against his chest and floating closer to see what they were doing, holding his arms behind his back.

Dusty: Dusty had been on edge today. Something happened to make him feel like everyone was out to hurt him. It happened sometimes, nothing that he was new to but it still upset him. So, he decided to go and visit his datemate! He couldn't really remember everything that happened on the way of going over so when he got there and smelled blood, his brother, Pappy, started to talk to him “What if someone came and killed them? Killed them because you weren't there to help them” and laughing. Dusty would swipe his hand at his brother, sending him away muttering to himself, and slowly starts to walk closer to the smell. It was a familiar smell, one that he honestly wished that he didn't know so well. When he saw them, leaning over the sink, removing the cotton, and putting more in that was when he got a little confused “Y/n?” his hands were shaking, his bones clicking together and rattling. Something that skeletons did when they were freaked out, sometimes to give themselves comfort but normally when they were freaked out. Y/n looks over at him, and waves smiling then their smile drops and they quickly start to explain what happened. It was a little hard for him to understand them “So... you're okay?” he mumbles, and walks over hugging them, hiding his face against their chest. He hated the idea of them being hurt.

Lover: Lover was pretty happy to have a datemate, and really happy to have someone that loved him for being... him and not just for his body; so when he came into the house to smell blood, he was a little shocked. His eye shines shoot around, suddenly feeling nervous "Y/n?" he hurries around, looking for them until he heard them say "kitchen!" their voice sounded weird. He hurries over to the kitchen, seeing them removing red stuff from their mouth and replacing it? "Y/n, what happened? Are you okay?!" he hurries over, putting his hands on their shoulders. They look at him, and laugh softly explaining what happened, or at least trying to explain the best that they could. He sighs and hugs them, resting his head on their shoulder "You worry me too much sometimes, Y/n" oh man, stress is so not good for him!

[perishs0ng]

what do you think of Eren who cheated on Mikasa, with Historia. But without Eren knowing Mikasa first slept with his dad, Grisha.

I’m a fan as long as my girl is getting some good dick 👍🏽

LOL but seriously it works! What I’d love even more is if Eren fucked Petra (my preference over Hisu) because he found out that his dad (who he hates) was fucking his wife. 10/10 angst potential.

Throw in some noncon as well bc it’s a flavour I like:

me or him?

wc: 1720| read on ao3 | tagging @emdarkfics for promo bc why not~

It angers him beyond reason as soon as he comes home. Because she’s standing in front of the stove, stirring a pot of god knows what, her eyes fluttering up at him as soon as he comes in. “Welcome home, Eren.”

A splendid welcome indeed— a wife with bitten lips, marks on sides of her neck, dress still wearing rumples where he knows it must have been ridden up not too many hours ago. The guilty flush has barely left her skin. He grunts a response, leaves to take off his coat, and sees Grisha’s muffler on the stand.

His anger erupts in him like a wild thing, more at the man himself than Mikasa, because this is how little he cared— flaunting his brazen violation of his wife in front of him like it was a matter of fact. Something natural, something that he was owed.

He stomps into the kitchen and sees Mikasa’s back first, her hair still sticking up and not smooth the way it should have been and instead of words, he uses his hands. They grab at her hips roughly, jostling her from her work with the potatoes.

She’s so fine in his hands, hips fitting perfectly, so much to hold on to, back bending almost naturally for him as he pushes her over the table. She doesn’t even protest, doesn’t even ask him, that’s how good she is— only gasps, teeth biting her lips, that’s the only way he knows she’s afraid. 

He presses her up against him, her back to his front, ass pressing up against his already hard cock. He twists her chin to face him, eyes leaking tears at his force. “Oh don’t look at me like that, Mikasa,”— his free hand reaches her for her skirt, bunching it up at her hips. “… You probably don’t even need my help getting wet, do you? My dad probably left you leaking down your thighs.”

And when he bunches her skirt up and surveys her, panties torn apart quickly, he sees her sticky between her folds, white cum from another man plastered across her red skin and her thighs. Anger throbs in his blood, but it doesn’t deter his erection, his words snarling out of him. “Disgusting. Clean yourself up in the sink so I can fuck you, and make sure you get every drop of him out.”

Alarmed by his roughness, having been tossed to the side by him, tears come out of her in choppy breaths. She’s quick with her task, running her hands in water and wiping the sticky mess Grisha had left as efficiently as possibly. It turns him on perversely as he watches her do it, the way she winced when she’s a little bit too quick— obviously Grisha had left her sore. “If it takes so long for you to be available for your husband,” she cringes at his emphasis, “then maybe you shouldn’t let yourself get fucked like a shameless whore by his father.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, voice shaking because even though he doesn’t know it, she never wanted to be such a disappointment to him. She’d never intended for things to turn out this way.

“You’re sorry?”

His fingers squeeze her cheeks painfully as he asks her, relishing how pathetic her face looks in front of him. “Make me believe it then, spread your whore legs for me.”

Her legs tremble as she obeys him; she’s never felt this type of anger from him before, violence seeping from his touch. And sure enough, he felt violent, spreading her over the table and spearing into her, uncaring for her comfort in the slightest.

She lets out a soft yelp before she can help herself, the accompanying shudder travelling through her body. “Aw does it hurt, Mikasa?” He murmurs, rich and deep near the shell of her ear.

And at that moment he almost sounds like the man she married again, sensitive, caring—

“But it’s your fault, baby. You know that.” He pets her gently, silky strands soft at his fingertips. Tears drop thick and fat on her nose, as she tries to turn toward him. “Whores don’t deserve to feel good.”

“Not when they spend their days getting disgustingly wet for men they’re not supposed to fuck.” His hands squeeze around her throat and she gets even tighter. It makes sense to him why Grisha fucks her, she’s got such a great cunt— whatever you do to her, whatever dirty, depraved thing you call her, she only fucks better for it.

“Not unless they beg.” His dick slides in easier now, wetness coating his length, enjoying the way she flutters around him as she chokes out sobs. “Will you beg for me, Mikasa?” His tongue licks at her earlobe, pressing her down on the table. “Beg me for forgiveness, baby. Maybe I’ll give it to you.”

“I’m sorry, forgive me.” Barely spoken, panting breaths. 

It’s not enough. His palm comes down hard on her ass, making her squeal. “Make it genuine, Mikasa,” he says, displeasure cutting through his teeth. 

Her skin is warm under his palm, folds slick around him, tightening around his cock the rougher he gets with her. When he spanked her, he felt her shudder go straight to his cock. “I’m sorry,” she mewls, this time louder, a sniffle slipping through. 

He drives into her harder, flesh warm and tight around, eliciting pretty moans from her– the kind only Mikasa makes, the kind he wants to hear even when he’s deep inside another woman’s cunt. It makes him think of the ginger he fucked earlier, how he held her by her tits and drove into her and still didn’t satisfy him because nobody filled his palms like Mikasa did. Nobody filled his heart like she did. 

And this is when his anger bubbles through again—- He loved her, he loved her so much, didn’t she see it? Didn’t she fucking see that she was the one who drove him to this; hands around her throat, forcing her down even when she didn’t want him, bedding other women because it drove him mad that a father who never showed up for him managed to show up for his wife. And specifically to claim his wife like a common street whore who’d just spread her legs for him at his convenience.

Fingers digging into her hips, he asks her, “Did you moan like this for him, baby? Hm?” 

He’s so ruthless with her, so rough, she can barely get the words out, so she shakes her head, gasping desperately. Yanking at her hair so he can pull her face back to him, painfully, he says, “Don’t lie to me, Mikasa.” 

Pushing her head back down against the table, cheeks smushed against the wood, he fucks her till her tears leave wet stains on the table, till she’s gasping for breath, till an orgasm rips out of her the same way he rips everything from her— however he likes it, whenever he wants, completely at his whim. And with completely ruined breaths, she whimpers, “I’m sorry, Eren. I’m sorry—”

“What are you apologising for, my love?” Hot one minute, cold the next; he leaves kisses on her shoulder, inches from where he can bruises on her neck— some fresh from the easy way his hands marked her earlier, and others almost faded from his father. “For whining like a bitch under my father and then lying to me?” 

She’s crying in earnest now, her pussy sore with just how much it’s had to take today. First Grisha’s unexpected house visit and now Eren’s relentless, unending stamina. Orgasms have come and left her body but she knows her cunt will ache with the feeling of them long after cum dries on her body— aching from the way they used her body… aching for them to use her more. But this wasn’t the kind of wife she’d wanted to be. “Forgive me, Eren. I’m sorry, I won’t let him touch me again.” A lie, it’s not like she had any choice in the matter. But Eren’s kisses make her crave more, make her want to say whatever she needs to say to get more of his tenderness. “I’m yours Eren, I swear, I’ll never—”

“Shush, baby,” he whispers, turning her head towards him and kissing her, open-mouthed, messy. “I believe you.” He ruts into her quicker now, shallow, his eager breaths telling her that he’s close. “This pussy is mine now, you hear? No one else is gonna be here, just me, just my cum, deep inside you—”

He groans loudly as he empties into her, a shiver rolling through her, an orgasm or just pleasure she can never tell when she’s overstimulated to this extent. Eren stays inside her for minutes after, fingers trailing her ass as his cum leaks out of her pussy and onto the floor. Makes her think of how Grisha never does that— he comes for what he wants, and he leaves once he gets it, maybe a kiss on the cheek leaving if he feels sorry for her. 

It makes her feel warm, tingling all over her skin and mixing with the nerve endings that burn from where he bruised them. Seeps into her heart where she craves his affection and makes it swell. 

When he slips out of her it feels cold, empty, the craving settling into her almost immediately, before her tears can even dry on her cheek. Don’t go, Eren, don’t leave me, it’s on the tip of her tongue, almost delirious with how badly she wants to beg for his hands on her skin, for him to keep her in his arms. 

But it’s only her in that bubble, and it soon bursts as she hears the rustling of his clothes and a noise of disgust. “Pathetic,” he mutters, looking at the sight of her— spread out on the table, completely defenceless, cum leaking from a bruised cunt and onto the floor, red marks on her body from where he’d manhandled her. Almost as an afterthought, he hooks his fingers inside her sore pussy, pushing the cum back in, her body shuddering at the stimulation. “Keep it in my love, at least this way there’ll be at least some chance it’s mine if you get knocked up.”