#i am very okay about what is occurring tomorrow thank you for asking

[romanticspeculation]

S2E10 vs. S3E9

[luvscrazy]

"I can save you." Pt5

Katsuki Bakugo x Fem reader (Enemies to lovers)

Summary: (Preview if you wanna overlook the series idea, the quirk, and the timelines that will occur.) You were born with a medical quirk called Life-Link, which means you can transfer your vitality to others at any time. You decide to take it upon yourself to apply at U.A. What will happen with your non "Heroic" quirk, at this school? Will you achieve your dream of becoming a hero? or are you just useless, like you've been thinking?

Warnings: Minor Language. Mentions of death, most will be gory. (For future reference.)

Word Count: 842

Parts: Part1 Part2 Part3 Part4

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Defying the Doubts

💥Since this exercise was done we all walked back to the locker rooms. We changed out of our sweaty clothes and took a shower afterward. I kept thinking about the hot-headed blonde’s words. It's funny how he has a lot to say about me, even though I don’t even know his name. Once we’re all done the class meets up once again to go back to classroom 1B. The teacher goes over how starting from tomorrow we will be placed in dorms. 

💥I’ve seen the dorm building before, it's huge. It was built after mass destruction left by former battles between heroes and villains. The building is right next to class 1-A’s building. I have a lot to pack when I get home. I look over at Kendo and Shio, and they look back at me. Maybe they know something about the blonde boy who insulted me. I walk over to them and wave slightly. 

💥“Do you guys happen to know anything about that blonde explosion boy from class 1-A?” I ask. 

💥They both stare at me and blink a couple of times before nodding. 

💥Kendo is the first to speak up, “Yeah his name is Katsuki Bakugo. He scored highly on the entrance exam. Probably one of the best students in that class.” 

💥Shio chimes in after, “Yeah his quirk is very destructive and flashy. Why do you wanna know about him? Do you like him?”. 

💥A slight smirk lies on Shio’s face. My face turns into a disgusted impression. Him out of all people? No, never. 

💥“What no! Completely the opposite. He insulted me today and told me I wouldn’t make it as a hero with my type of quirk. He’s such an ass!”, I yell out. 

💥They laugh at my aggressiveness but nod and agree with my comment about him being an asshole. 

💥“You're completely right. He’s not the best communicator from what every one has seen. Don’t take his comment to heart, it isn’t true. Your quirk is very capable and you can bring people back to life! That is more than useful” " she assured. 

💥I nod and smile at her kind words, “You're right, thanks.”

💥She nods and gives me the “you're welcome” look. 

💥The final bell rings and classes are now over. I am one of the last people out the door, as I'm still trying to shove my books into my bag. I start walking out the front until I notice someone familiar standing at the entrance on their phone. Its Bakugo. I groan as I get closer to the entrance. 

💥“Doesn’t he know how to pull his pants up!”, I mumbled underneath my breath. 

Bakugo must have heard me as he looked over his shoulder and looked at me. 

💥“You said what now, Extra?”, He questions. 

💥His face is cold and his red eyes are piercing into my soul. 

💥“Nothing, mind your business”, I shrug him off. 

💥He rolls his eyes and his expression is serious and aggressive. 

💥“You said I need to pull my pants up. If you care so much why don’t you say it to my face”, He demanded. 

💥I rolled my eyes at him and his cold demeanor, “Okay. Pull your pants up.” 

💥He smirks and leans in closer to me, “Okay, you're confident. But don’t get too cocky, you're not gonna make it in this course. Someone like you with a quirk like that isn’t gonna get anywhere. Should’ve applied to nursing school, you’d fit in there. But here? You don’t fit in. Maybe trade your soul or whatever your power does with someone else to get a better power.” 

💥My eyes widen at his words. He smirks at me again and that tells me he means it. I feel a wave of anger come over me. Tears that I will keep hidden until he walks away. Then he starts walking away from me. I stand there and clutch my bag in my hand. 

💥“You asshole!”, I scream at him. 

💥He can hear me but decides to ignore me, and it pisses me off even more. When he’s out of my sight, the tears stream down my face. Damnit. I can’t let him get to me but it does, and it hurts. They keep rolling down my face until I get home. I stand in front of the door wipe my face with my uniform sleeve, and put on a smile. I walk in and greet everyone before heading upstairs to my room. The dinner that’s being made downstairs fills the air. It's delicious. I went into my closet and pulled out my suitcase. I pack all my outfits and spare uniforms. 

💥My jewelry, perfumes, and my makeup. I sit on my vanity. There's a younger picture of me framed and set on top of my vanity. I stare at it and smile. That’s my motive. She’s my motive. I'm my motive. To not give up, and become a great hero. Suddenly, all the things Bakugo said to me didn't matter. 

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[yuzurujenn]

[2024.09.15] Yuzuru Hanyu’s Thoughts on the Noto Reconstruction Support Show: “Delivering a wave of energy from this place”

On the 15th, a charity performance titled "Challenge" to support the reconstruction of the Noto Peninsula was held in Kanazawa City, Ishikawa Prefecture. The event featured Yuzuru Hanyu (29), two-time Olympic gold medalist in men's figure skating, along with other skaters such as Takahito Mura, Akiko Suzuki, and Satoko Miyahara. They collaborated with the traditional Japanese drum group Taiko Toranosuke and the calligraphy club of Noto High School to create a performance aimed at supporting those affected by the severe damage from the January Noto Peninsula earthquake. Due to venue constraints, the show was livestreamed, and the proceeds from both the live and on-demand streams will be donated to Ishikawa Prefecture.

After the performance, the four skaters spoke with the media. Here are their comments:

- Can each of you share your thoughts on what you wanted to convey through your performance?

Mura: It is not easy to hold a charity event, even if it is just once, but we were able to hold the event with the help of Yuzu-kun. I feel that it was very meaningful for me to skate here, and I hope that I could convey the message of “It's going to be OK,” which is in the lyrics of the song “San San” that I skated, to the audience and many others who watched the stream this time. I participated in this event with the hope that the audience would find the energy to face tomorrow and move on to the next step.

Hanyu: I know there are people from all walks of life who are watching the event, some who are suffering and others who are doing okay. I skated with the hope that, even just a little, it could spread smiles among those watching.

Miyahara: I am happy that I was able to participate in this charity show, an opportunity that does not come along very often. I performed with the hope that my skating could be of some help to people.

Suzuki: Every time an earthquake like this happens, I feel so powerless. However, I hoped that we could convey something meaningful through this opportunity. With that feeling in my heart, I skated with all my might today. Thank you for this opportunity.

- I’d like to ask Hanyu-san. Since becoming a professional, have there been any changes in how you approach disaster-stricken areas or what you feel you can do?

Hanyu: For me, one of the major goals I had, alongside winning two Olympic gold medals, was to start supporting and caring for disaster-stricken areas from here on out, so I've always worked hard at my sport. Now that I’ve finally turned professional, I’m gradually beginning to focus my heart on disaster areas and various calamities. I am a skater first and foremost, so I thought I would like to support people, to help them emotionally, through my performance. For example, "Notte Stellata" is about various disasters that occur from time to time, including the 3.11 earthquake. This time, we specifically did it as a charity for the earthquake in the Noto region.

- I don't think Hanyu has had many opportunities to perform "Haru yo, Koi" with such bright lighting.

Hanyu: First of all, the reason why we considered to perform without lighting (spotlight) was to minimise the budget and donate as much money as possible to the charity. The primary goal was to keep the scale as small as possible. Ultimately, we decided to go without show lighting to reduce production costs, which gave the performance a different look. I’m happy that regular viewers could experience a different perspective, and for us, performing for charity also brought a completely different emotional experience, and we performed with a clear intention directed specifically towards the people of the Noto region.

Suzuki: It’s been a while since we performed without show lighting. I felt like I was being watched as I made my entrance, but it was also very refreshing to skate today.

- Please tell us about the finale, "Que Sera Sera".

Hanyu: Personally, I really like Mrs. GREEN APPLE. The song itself has a kind of Okinawan "nankurunaisa" spirit (T/N: “everything will be alright in the end”). Akiko Suzuki-san choreographed it with the feeling of telling yourself to move forward no matter what happens. I feel that we all really cherished the vocals and each note of the song, and skated with hope in our hearts.

- When you skated to "Haru yo, Koi," it seemed like you lowered your upper body into the ice more than usual.

It's a technique called hydroblading, and it is originally intended at that level in the program, so there's nothing particularly profound about it, but even though this site, and the surrounding area itself, wasn't an area that suffered major damage, the region as a whole suffered particularly severe damage; or to put it more broadly, the ground around here shook violently, so I felt like I wanted things to calm down.

- The memory of the Noto earthquake is fading. I think it was meaningful for Hanyu to skate. Please tell us your thoughts on this again.

Hanyu: Just like with the 3.11 disaster, the farther we are from the capital, the less coverage it receives, and progress tends to make the news only occasionally. It's an area where reconstruction is slow and the road restrictions are much greater than in normal places, so I think it must be really tough, both when I saw the news and when I went there in person. It's difficult for us to do much about the fading memory of the disaster, but as I said earlier, I wanted to support disaster relief and achieve back-to-back Olympic titles, to use this achievement in a positive way, to use this fame to contribute, and the same goes for those who bought tickets to the stream this time, I hope to be of some help, even if just a little, whether through money or attention.

- I heard that you actually visited the disaster area and interacted with the junior high school students. What did you say to them during that time?

Hanyu: I've had many opportunities to see the current situation on the news and in the newspapers, but when I actually saw it in person, I was very shocked to see how much of it was left as it was. I can’t make any deep comments on whether it’s making progress or not, but I felt that the scars were still very raw. The local people also said that time had stopped, and that they still remember "this happened here" every time they go there, or that "this place was destroyed." I also heard them say "I don't want to go back there." That really struck me deeply, and it was painful.

When I met the children, I told them that no matter how difficult things may be, eventually, you have to do something when the time comes. No matter how much they don't want to do it, no matter how much they fail to make progress, when the deadline comes, they still have to move forward. I said this to them. It’s been more than six months since the disaster, and I think people are thinking about what they can do and what progress is being made. Sometimes things will come in their own time, and if they don’t, there’s nothing you can do but accept it. However, I hope that within that acceptance, there are still plenty of smiles and hard work put into it at that time.

- Please tell us why it was important to you to skate in Ishikawa even in the form of a live stream.

Hanyu: When we first decided to do this broadcast format, we could have skated in other regions, and I think we could have done a lot of different things if we had wanted to. However, I wanted to skate as close as possible to those who have suffered, those who are currently struggling, and those who are facing various difficulties. We really feel the power of the region and the atmosphere on site while we skate, so I wanted to honour the importance of that atmosphere and hoped that, even a little, the energy from this place would resonate and reach everyone through the broadcast.

Source: https://www.nikkansports.com/sports/news/202409150001171.html Info: https://www.tvkanazawa.co.jp/event/notocharity

[fleemotional]

What if Giyuu Tomioka had a said "slut" teammate, and it was you

CW : slight nsfw, nudity, allusion to sexual acts

You and Giyuu were checking into the hotel you were staying at for the night. It was your first mission with him ever. Every other hashira had told you he was great at work but very awkward socialy, something which didn't really bothered you. You could enjoy some silent rest for once. Giyuu came back from the counter holding two kews. He handed one to you.

"- I asked for seperate rooms.

- What ? It's not the procedure.

- I just thought it would be better.

- Why ? Do hashiras can not sleep next to subordinates ?"

He sighed and seemed to hesitate pursuing the conversation.

"- Obviously not.

- Then why ?"

Giyuu was a man of few words, but he trully started to search for them.

Suddenly, your eyes darkened in realization. You have the dirty reputation of sleeping with every slayer you go on a mission with, and it must have repell him enough to pay extra to be away from you.

Giyuu noticed your sudden agitation and gave you a questioning look. You stared at him very defensively.

"- I know what people say about me. I made a couple of mistakes, I had a couple of good times, it's the way of life. When you do this job, you're allowed to cope however you want. In the end, I am an incredible fighter, and that's all that matters. You don't have the right of being disgusted by me."

The man seemed utterly confused, as if he had no idea of what you were talking about, than seemed to connect the dots. He jumped two feet back in surprise and bowed to you immediatly.

"- I... I am blantly sorry ... It never occured to me that you might find my decision offensive. I was just worried about crossing your boundaries. I never went on a mission with a women before and I wanted to offer you some privacy."

You paused in disbelief. Never even one of your partners ever cared about this. As the rumors grew, they stopped caring about you at all. Tears started to prickle your eyes. Giyuu noticied and approached you to soflty put his hand on your shoulder.

"- Oh God, no, please don't cry. I am terrible with crying people ..."

The honest panic in his voice quickly cheered you up.

"- No no, it's okay. Those are tears of ... joy.

- I ... I don't understand."

You paused to look him in the eyes with a soft smile on your face.

"- You are unbelievably kind and sweet."

Giyuu frooze, his face turning entirely red.

"- In fact, yes, I could use some privacy. Thank you."

You approached your hand to claim your key and he almost tried to dodge it, as if your touch would have burnt him.

"- Gr... great ! I'm happy if you're happy."

His last sentenced made him even more embarrassed. He handed you your key.

"- 7AM tomorrow morning ?

- Y... yes."

On those words you headed to your room. After settling, you decided to go for a bath. You took off your uniform and put on the bathrobe offered with the room. You hesitated a minute about bringing your sword with you. It was kinda ridiculous and could scare away other people, but you never felt safe enough to not keep it at hand. You decided to take it.

As you found the baths, you realized the man and woman baths were next to each other, seperated by a bamboo wall. It was a way for hotels to cut their expenses, you were used to it, it didn't really bothered you. You were mostly happy to see that their was nobody else. You could take a long relaxing bath alone. You took off your bathrobe. Trying to put your sword in a safe place, you dropped it by mistake.

"- Ouch !

- y/n ? Is that you ?"

It was Giyuu's voice. It came from behind the bamboo wall. Obviously, you HAD to take your baths at the same time.

"- Y...Yes.

- Are you okay ?

- Yes. I just dropped my sword on my foot.

- Oh. Ouch indeed."

There was an awkward silence. Down goes your relaxing lonely bath ... You felt his presence, so near, as you were so naked and so vulnerable.

"- Do you want me to leave ?

- No. No, it's okay. There is a wall ..."

He didn't seemed really convinced by what he said. You nodded silently, halfly accepting your fate and started to walk into the water. You sank in, sitting at the bottom and staring at the bamboo wall in front of you. The warm water really didn't helped you cool down.

"- It is weird ... to know the other is here, isn't it ?

- A bit, yes."

Your imagination started to wander.

You remembered this scene of Kyojuro and Tengen training. Seeing a hashira without a shirt is a THING that marks, but what about a naked one ...

You were about to shove down your naughty thoughts when one rose on top : how easy it would be for you to slice away that wall and ravish what was behind it.

No. Nope. That's it.

"- I am leaving."

As you stood up, you heard the water mooving in the room next to you as well. You started to imagine his body. You had to go out and fast.

"- No. Don't. I will.

- It's okay, you were here first, finish your bath. I'll just wait.

- No, I was almost finished anyway.

- I insist !"

You ran out of the water, messily put on your bathrobe and grabbed your sword on the way out.

As you violently opened the door to run away, you heard a loud noise on your left, where the door leading to the man's bath was.

You turned your head to see Giyuu doing the exact same thing as you : running away, wearing only a bathrobe, entirely wet, and staring at you.

You got stunned by the view of his wet loose hair, water drippin on his muscular torso poorly covered by his bathrobe ... but then you realized that if you could see his, he could most definitely see yours.

You grabbed both side of your bathrobe, maintaining it close up to your throat, but Giyuu didn't snapped out of his staring. He wasn't staring at your cleavage, he was staring right into your eyes.

(i'll probably do a part 2 so stay tuned)

[lichoulychou]

"You're safe with me"

Drew thomas x Female! Reader

Movie: The conjuring

Summarization: After your mother *Carolyn's possesion* you had been traumatized and always jumpy thinking bathsheba was still with you so you tell drew about the lately panic attacks and nightmares about the past events that had happened

(WARNING:PANIC ATTACKS, MORBID THOUGHTS, CONFESSIONS, FLUFF, AND KISSES.)

( Not very fluent in english sorry:) )

*One week after possesion*

I dial Drew's number to call him and tell him to pick me up for tomorrow morning. Me and Drew we're college students that had discover each other through mrs. and mr. warren's class. They had help through everything tough going on with our house which Im thankful for. Anyways lets get back to Drew.

I wait for a few minutes until he answered.

"Hello? Who's this?" Drew says quite confused that someone might have mistakenly called him

"Oh Hi drew! I just wanted to talk about how maybe you could pick me up for tomorrow I really have something important to tell you" I say, knowing my heavy feelings for drew it had been hard ever since I started admiring everything about him as he might like my sister.

(TIMESKIP)

I wake up in a scared state as I had another one of my previous nightmares. I stare at the clock to see it was already 5:30 am, I sat up and went to get my clothes ready now, since Me and Drew had class at around 7 in the morning.

I get my flared jeans ready, also with my tight polo,black converse and denim jacket.

(TIMESKIP)

I hear Drew knocking at the door so I grab my stuff and scurry through the door.

"BYE MOM AND DAD LOVE YOU!" I said so they know I was going to leave for school.

"Bye Honey, Stay safe!" My mother yells loud enough for me to hear. I open the door to see Drew standing there and smiling cutely.

"Hi Drew! woke up in the right side of the bed?"

"Yeah" Drew says smiling wider at me. I look at his cheek bones and I've never wanted to pinch someone's cheeks until Drew. I was snapped out of my thought's when I heard Drew say.

"Hey? Are you okay?" He touches my shoulder still opening the door for me.

"Yeah sorry, zoned out for a little bit" I say blushing when Drew touched my shoulder. "Sorry Drew"

"No its fine sweetheart, just get in the car." He says smiling at me. I get in the car and he closes the door for me. My cheeks turn into blood red as I just realised Drew had called me "Sweetheart".

I was looking out of the window so Drew would'nt see how bright red my cheeks had turned. I hear the engines turn on and soon we were on the road going to school.

"Sweetheart.. You called last night told me you wanna tell something? What is it? Everything going fine in the house? Are you fine?" Drew asks concerned as he remember's the past occurence.

"Right.. I just you know after the paranormal stuff, its just that I had been having nightmares and panic attacks about it, you know? I always dream about Mom when she was possesed, her eyes are still glued onto my mind like its a stuck bubble gum on a shoe. The panic attacks occur everytime I see them creeping onto me even if there is nothing anymore." I say ranting to him about the things that had been happening after the past events.

"Well sweetheart, you must have gotten pretty traumatized. Dont worry, the thing isn't gonna do anything to you anymore, I would never let anything get to you. Remember your mother fought this demon off just so she could protect you and your siblings. I know she'll do it again and again for you if she could" He says in a soft tone comforting me, his words had calmed me down from the thoughts of my mother and the demon's that had been around our house before even the events.

"Yeah, thankyou for being here for me Drew. Even if we had just met for a few months before this shit happened. I love you." Just then my eyes widen after I had realised I said those 3 words that I couldn't tell Drew before.

The car stops in the parking lot of he school,a huge screech could be heard. Just then I head Drew say "YOU LOVE ME?" he asks me smiling widely, I nod my head "Yes I love you Drew.." I say in a hushed tone. I felt his arms snake around my shoulder and waist hugging me. His face buried in my neck "Yes Yes Yes" I hear drew muffle in my neck "I love you so much too!" Drew says getting me caught off guard.

"I've always liked you! This past few months ever since we met I've developed such huge feelings for you.. I love you so much" He says confessing to me still muffled in my neck .

I hug him back "I love you so much too! Oh drew.." I hug him tightly like he was gonna disappear in my arms.

Just then I feel his hands cup my hands and he kisses me. Shock coursed through my body, but then I come back and kiss him back. We stayed like that for a while until we ran out of breath's.

We press our foreheads together cupping each other faces.

"I love you so much Drew"

"I love you too darling" He softly presses his lips against mine.

"I love you.." then the bell rung and we ran out of the car holding each other's hand to Mr. & Mrs. Warren's class.

(SORRY THIS WAS SHORT I WAS JUST BORED WHEN I WROTE THIS! T-T)

[cat-angel-936]

The villains plan part 1

(Inglés)

(these events occur one day after meeting María)

Chris: *speaking via text message*

Aviva what happened next: are you talking to your new friend? *gives him a cup of hot chocolate*

Chris: Yes, two of her dogs are warming themselves by the bonfire * shows him the photo because they are still in the Husky costume *

Aviva: oh how cute, I would like to meet them too

Chris: If you want, I can ask him if we can go tomorrow if it doesn't rain.

Aviva: really? Wouldn't it be too much of a hassle?

Chris: mh...I don't know, I'll ask *writes something and blushes*...what's wrong with me?

Aviva that I read the whole combination: I think you like it

Chris: oh...that makes sense *red*

Martin: brother, are you okay? your face is red *puts her hand on his forehead to see if he has a fever*

Chris: haha ​​brother I'm fine *removes his hand* in fact I couldn't be better

Martin: huh? *confused*

Aviva: haha ​​what your brother is trying to say is that he likes the girl he met today

Martin: What!? But you only met her today!

Chris: and what? You hung out with girls you met hours before when you were in high school.

Martin: but I am me and you are you.

Aviva: don't be like that Martin, plus tomorrow we will go to his house to get to know each other better

Martin: what did you say!?

Chris: Yes, so please behave.

Martin: But Chris, we can't, we still have to investigate the other part of the forest, that's why we came here.

Chris: Well, María knows this part of the forest, so she can help us.

Aviva: more reasons to go see it

*while with the villains on a call*

Zach: Donita guess what happened! *emotional*

Donita: hey, what happened Zach, Gourmound?

Gourmound: but guess *laughing*

Donita: oh I don't know, tell me and it better not be a joke!

Zach: It's not a quiet joke, but we have to tell you something important that will help us destroy the wild rats once and for all.

Donita: well and what is it?

Gourmound: Are you sure about that?

Zach: I grew up with them so yeah, you see Donita, the green guy got lost and while the whole rat team was looking for them, we came up with a plan to distract them before it starts raining.

Donita: and did it work?

Gourmound: Halfway through, the avocado realized it sooner than expected and the blueberry went out furious to look for his brother alone.

Zach: we didn't follow them and in one I see a certain green boy and you won't guess who he was with *to mischief*

Donita: with an animal?

Gourmound: even better, with a girl and they were very close

Zach: Yeah, she was holding his hand and everything.

Donita: really?

Gourmound: and the blueberry didn't like it hehe

Donita: and what do you want to do with her?

Zach: Make her go out with Chris!

*everyone looks at him strangely*

Donita: And how would she help us?

Zach: you see Donita, Martin is a very jealous brother and he usually kept away potential partners that Chris could have and he was very artful. I saw him constantly until he even interrupted a double date that we had with a girl and her sister.

Gourmound: oops I mean I'm harming you too

Zach: It was very annoying, even my parents and Mr. Kratt went to try to stop it, because it had already gotten out of control!

Donita: oh poor Chris, it must have been a very awkward moment, okay, we'll make a plan to get them together, he could even become a godmother at the wedding if everything goes well.

Zach: wow wow don't go so far into the future Donita, this will be to separate the Kratt brothers once and for all

Gourmound: and if everything goes well, you could be the best man at the wedding, taking the place that Martin would have

Zach:.....

*Zach's imaginary scenario*

Chris: Zach, I know we're enemies, but thank you for helping me date Maria, so for that reason, would you like to be my best man? *kneeling and with hand extended*

Zach: Oh I've been waiting for this moment my whole life, of course! *hugs him*

*on the wedding day. Zach helping Chris with his nerves at the altar*

Martin: that should be me... *sad looking from the seats*

*end of fictional scenario*

Zach: okay, we'll do it, Donita come here to plan our next move, I'll send you the location

Donita: right away *hang up* Dabio!

Dabio: Yes, Miss Donita.

Donita: take me to this location

Dabio: yes Donita *quickly leaves*

[firstkanaphans]

Hello! Something interesting just occurred to me, I don't know if it will make sense but I hope I explain it okay. 😅 I just realized that the "fatal" mistake Sand made in the last episode was conveying to Ray just how much he felt hurt by Ray leaving him. (Okay, I say "fatal" here, but by that I mean it in Sand's We're-Just-Friends terms, but I'm personally living for it haha)

Now that Ray no longer has Mew needing him, he has to redirect that time and devotion somewhere. And just in time, Sand has basically straight up asked Ray to care about his feelings back in the guitar store. Up till now Sand never explicitly asked Ray for anything & always acted like he didn't care about what Ray did.

Which is why I think telling Ray his true feelings was Sand's big "mistake", because now Ray has been explicitly told that someone needs something from him. Ray finally has an "in" past Sand's walls. And we know Ray can't resist it when people need him.

I think what Sand doesn't realize is just how much Ray is about to commit to that role, haha (which the previews seem to be implying for next week). Most of all I don't think Sand is ready for how it's going to feel to have Ray's attention on him 100%. Because if he's already this smitten with Ray when Ray is being so hot-and-cold, then I can't imagine how heady it's going to feel to have it all to himself for some time. Sand is not going to be able to stop himself from falling head over heels when Ray's fully invested in it. The part that hurts is that Ray is being very sincere too. Gosh this is going to hurt soon, I can feel it 😬 (but I also can't wait to see how this plays out!)

Okay, sorry for this little essay in your ask box - hope you don't mind. Love reading your writing and your thoughts ❤️

Hiii! Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me! I feel like your theory can basically be summed up as "Sand expects Ray to be normal, but unfortunately Ray isn't normal" 😂 And that's very true! I agree that Ray's affection is likely going to cross over to obsession at some point and I am very interested to see how Sand handles that.

Your idea about Sand making a "fatal mistake" with Ray is very interesting. It wasn't something I'd thought about before, but I think you're right that he made one. I just have a different idea as to how Ray is going to use that against him.

Sand admitted in the guitar shop that he was hurt by Ray treating him as if he was disposable. In doing so, he gave Ray a weapon to use against him without even realizing it. I've said all along that I think Ray is going to freak out when he realizes Sand is in love with him and then try to push him away because he doesn't want to be Sand's burden. And what better way to convince him to leave than to hit him with the one thing you know is going to hurt the most? All he has to do is tell Sand he will never choose him over Mew and Sand will end things.

(Cue Ray crying alone in his bedroom surrounded by empty wine bottles wondering why he's sad when this is what he wanted...Right?)

I hope you enjoy tomorrow's episode, Anon! This show hasn't let us down yet.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

If we're gonna multi may in this house, lorde says let's do it up!

just hear me out hear me out hear me out!

bo sinclair x fem!reader.

but wait wait wait!!!

featuring leslie vernon!

*holds for applause*

there is more!

have you heard lera lynn's wolf like me feat shovels and rope. because i promise it will fit!

ugh this has been such a great event! so happy you're doing something for you and everyone loves it.

Okay! So! I did it! I know Multi-May is done and over with but this has still be living in my head and I have not been able to get over it so here it is! A new and very unconventional poly ship! I hope everyone digs this, it is deff an interesting thing, pretty angst heavy but with some lighter moments and a smattering of smut, let’s get into it.

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Rating. NSFW. Length. 4K. Bo Sinclair X FEM! AFAB! Reader FT.Leslie Vernon. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Bo And You Are In An Established Relationship. Slasher x Final Girl/Survivor Girl. Mentions Of Murder. Death. Gore. Hurt. Comfort. Cross-Over. Angst. Sex. Mild NSFW Content. Pining. Complex Feelings. Leslie Is SO Down Bad For Taylor.

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There Is No True Substitute But God You’re Close.

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It might have been overkill but there is no such thing as being too careful, being out of state seemed smart to him.

Leslie’s first outing had gone amazingly well, he was still riding high from the kills, the twists, from her. It went much better than he could have ever hoped, but now he had to lay low. So far it has been going well, he had this remote cabin he hung out at for a couple of weeks until he was sure that it was safe enough and then he began his celebratory post spree vacation road trip. He had some places to stop off, people to see and it was nice, being able to meet with people who were like minded, in the same industry and tell them all about how well his first foray went. Before he always talked theory but now it was backed by real life experience, he felt like he belonged, the first serious move of his career and to making a name for himself, to being taken seriously. 

The time we want to focus on however is when he had worked his way down to Louisiana, it had been a long time since he’d been here, Eugene encouraged him to take some real time while considering this career path to explore around, talk to some people in the business, be sure and Leslie was thankful for that. It affirmed to him he was making the right call, Eugene told him where to go and gave the people heads up and Leslie was pretty universally welcomed. A lot of the older people were excited, they claim so few people wanted to take up this job and do it right, the old fashioned way, the way that honoured tradition. 

This was one place he spent a decent amount of time. Coming back to Ambrose and seeing the improvement and expansion that had occurred in the few years he was absent was impressive. He arrived mid-day, Lester met him outside of town, greeted him as friendly as ever and there was much excited talking on the way in, Lester telling Leslie, “I got so many new knives, I gotta show you-”

“Hell yeah man, sounds great I can’t wait to see them!” He was always down to talk tools of the trade and Lester said, “And tomorrow morning fore’ the heat gets too bad an’ it starts to smell too much we can visit the gore pit.”

“You have a gore pit now?!”

“We do!” Lester said excitedly and Leslie asked, “Business that good down here?”

“So good! I mean the town is almos’ done, that’s what Bo says anyway-” Lester admitted and Leslie gaped, “Already? God, I know there are three of you but that turnaround time is amazing. What are you gonna do when it’s all done?”

Lester hummed, hands sliding into his pockets as he considered the question, “Honest? I dunno. This been our whole lives for years now, weird to think bout what’ll be like when s’ all done.”

“Well I am sure you guys will all figure it out, you’re resourceful!” Leslie assured as he clapped Lester on the back and he smiled, “Yeah yer right, we’ll be alright.” 

Soon they were at the gas station and Bo was coming out to greet him, wiping his hands on a dirty rag before a firm handshake was exchanged. “Leslie, how are you?”

“Great, so great.” He assured and Bo asked, “Drive down was alright?”

“Oh yeah, no trouble at all. Where’s ol’ Vin at?” Leslie asked as he released his hand and Bo scoffed, “In the workshop, don’t worry he’s excited to see you, he’s gonna come out in time for dinner.” 

Leslie was excited for dinner, last time he was down they treated him to some pretty good BBQ, it was going to be great. Bo and Lester proceed to show Leslie around town, updating him on changes and showing off all the new procedures, the developments and wax figures. 

It was a great afternoon Leslie was so glad he made the effort to get down here, and as the sun had begun to go down but the sticky heat remained, on the way out of the movie theatre Leslie asked, “Should we go get on cooking dinner?”

“Oh no need, should be just about ready.” Bo said easily and Leslie was confused, “What is Vin already cooking or something?” 

“Nope. You’ll see.” Bo said with a grin that made Leslie just a touch concerned but he didn’t pursue it further, the answer became clear once they had gotten his bag back from where they left it at the station and gotten to the house. 

“We made up the same room you had last time.” Bo told him as he started to come inside and Leslie followed, Lester bringing up the rear and there was a call from the kitchen asking, “Hello?”

“Heya, we’re back.” Bo responds and there is a series of excited footsteps from the kitchen into the living room and Leslie sees you for the first time. Barefoot and apron on, dish towel over our shoulder you asked with a point, “Is this him?”

“Yes this is the guy I was tellin’ you all about, this is our guest, Leslie.” You came forward and shook his hand, “Pleasure to meet you, I’ve heard so much!” 

Leslie returned the gesture before reluctantly pulling his hand away, “I wish I could say the same, this one hasn’t mentioned you.”

“You haven’t? Man, what am I gonna do with you?”  You ask as you snatched the dish towel off your shoulder and playfully swatted at Bo who waved you off with a scoff. There is a beeping coming from the kitchen and you say, “Sorry, excuse me, that’s the oven.” You turn and flit back off to the kitchen and Leslie turned and asked, “Who is that?” 

The story came out over the dinner you made. Leslie was regaled how you came to town alone, the chase, the hunt, the fight that turned to more than that, all of the struggle and eventually Bo deciding to keep you for a while before killing you off. That never happened. No instead you stayed, you fell and that was that. Leslie could not believe it. Of course he knew about Eugene and Jamie’s history, he loved them but he thought they might have been an outlier but to see it was possible for someone else? It’s everything. 

Listening to the stories, seeing how you held Bo’s hand and looked at him, made him ache. He can see it so clearly from how you both talked about it, the initial meeting, the chase, the scuffle, my God. He loves this for you both but seeing it? It makes part of him hurt. 

He thinks of Taylor. You remind him of her.

He tries to push that down and instead tries to focus on the rest of the conversation, how nice it is to be back here. 

You were cleaning up the dishes, bringing them to the sink and Leslie was currently saying, “Thank you so much, it was amazing.”

“Oh good! M’ glad, I spent so long in the kitchen today.” You admit and he asks, “What? For me?”

“Yeah! I knew this was a big deal, is it so wrong I wanted to impress you just a bit?” You asked in a joking tone and Leslie asked Bo, “What did you tell her?”

“Nothin’ that wasn’t true.” 

Leslie was unconvinced and turned to Vincent who signed without Leslie even having to ask the question, as opposed to responding directly he posed this, “Where’d all that confidence go?”

“Yeah, we don’t just hang round with anybody.” Lester insisted and Bo scoffed with a roll of his eyes, “Yeah we’re really picky about the company we keep.” 

“You joke but 99% of the people who roll through here get gutted and waxed, in that order.”  You say that so casually, so easily. It then comes out that you don’t just tolerate what happens, you help with the cause, luring, lying, cleaning up, whatever is needed. What a fucking dream were you. 

To have a quality survivor girl who not only makes the change but becomes part of the business? Unthinkable but fantastic that it is possible.

The rest of that evening you made yourself scarce, you were tired and went to bed early with promises of spending more time with everyone tomorrow. Leslie and the boys have dessert and drinks on the porch and he tries to keep you out of his mind, instead trying to focus on what Vincent was trying to tell him about the latest art project. 

The next morning he comes downstairs to find coffee brewed up and wrapped breakfast sandwiches, Lester was already in the kitchen and when questioned Lester said, “S’ Tuesday, she’s out workin’ on her art but she makes us all breakfast to go.” 

You were an artist too? I mean it made sense you would have some sort of creative outlet but hearing it confirmed was a horse of a different colour. It was sweet you thought of Bo’s brothers but even more so that you thought of him, a relative stranger, you were very trusting of him all things considered. 

This road trip was to celebrate, it was to get out of state, it was to keep things low key but also to try and forget a bit about her. Taylor was just so upset when everything came out, he was trying to keep his spirits up about their future but who knows what might happen, what if getting his own relationship shift like Eugene and Jamie or you and Bo had was an impossibility with her? He thought the distance would help and yet here you were reminding him of everything he really craves.

He goes out to the gore pit and does some work with Lester and loses himself a little in getting shown Lester’s extensive knife collection. 

Leslie hangs around town with the boys but with you too, he starts getting closer to you and the more he sees you and Bo are together he wants and he aches. 

He spends time with Vincent, getting shown the updated process of how he makes the figures as well, “So some of them are still technically alive when you coat them?” Vincent nodded and Leslie stood up from his crouching position with ample praise, “You sadistic bastard I love that!” 

Leslie was also treated to seeing the other ways Vincent expresses himself, the paintings in particular are amazing. Leslie goes on drives with Lester talking up a storm and adds to the pit, he actually has to consider fighting off the urge to gag when they went by in the late afternoon, “Christ on a bike Lester! How do you stand it?” To which Lester laughed and responded, “C’mon Les, taint that bad.” Leslie fires back, “Yeah says you.”

He spends time in the gas station with Bo, fucking around with cars, listening to music too loudly and touring around the basement as well as sharing stories. “Sooo you’ve gotten into photography?”

“Vincent has the sculptures and paintings, Lester has his taxidermy and wood carving, I take pictures.” Bo said with a casual shrug. Everyone is so creative here, it makes Leslie want to work more on his next outing, bringing in more creativity to his work couldn’t hurt. 

Leslie feels bad that you are putting in so much work with him around so he insists he helps out with cooking. He asks about your art while making lunch, he is genuinely interested and impressed to learn what you like to do and the answer is almost everything. Painting and doll making and sewing, some gardening, you dabbled in so many things to help fill your days and satisfy your creative urges. 

“How do you do it?” He asked as you both were deep in a sandwich assembly line, him taking out slices of bread and putting on the spreads and you building the rest from there, and you questioned him, “Do what?”

“All of that. Have the time and energy for pursuing so many different creative things?” 

You laughed, closing the current sandwich before telling him, “I have the energy and ability and fuck, the time, because of the guys. Being here affords me the opportunities to do all this. I have no one to answer to. I can just do whatever I want to, no schedule. Somedays I paint for hours, others I do not a damn thing and camp out on the couch, it’s great.” 

It did sound great, you had a full and well rounded life here. He listened as you expounded further and it made his little problem a whole lot worse. You spoke about the inherent drive to create that you felt, this sort of pulling that came from deep inside that made you want to take nothing and make something. He understood that, related to it, the talk endeared you further to him. 

“I love that.” He said quietly and you say, “I can tell.” 

It’s quiet for a moment before you ask, “I assume you do what you do for similar reasons?”

“You want to know?” 

“Uh duh-doy Vernon. Spill.” And so the rest of lunch prep and the meal itself was spent with him pouring his heart out, telling you all about why he did what he did, why he wanted it, what motivated him and it felt good. You seemed to genuinely listen, really give a fuck, you asked questions and engaged openly and by the time he was done you understood. You gave praise, commented and as he learns more and more you don't shy away from blood, guts or gore and that was so attractive. He wonders how much exposure therapy it took for you to get to that point.

“Oh I get it now.” 

“Get what?” He asked, “I get why you look at me like that now. You are thinking about her.” 

Shit. He focused so much on talking about her and in usual Leslie fashion when excited about a particular something he cannot contain himself, it is hard to hide his emotions at the best of times but when it came to her? It seems impossible. He tries to veer, to lie, “What? I don’t look at you any particular way.” 

You give him an unimpressed look, mouth a flat line and he cuts in again, “What?!”

Your hand reaches out and takes his as you look in his eyes and say, “Les. You are…A very smart, passionate, capable guy. You are gonna have some fantastic days ahead and hopefully a long and successful career but you need to work on your lying skills.”

“I can lie! I lie all the time!” He insists and you scoff, “Not about her. I dunno if you can about how you clearly feel about Taylor Gentry.”

He knows you are right. Instead he says as he looks away, “Even if I do look at her in any particular way, I don’t think I look at you like that, it’s ridiculous because you…You aren’t her and I know that.” 

You roll your eyes and drop his hand, “See I just complimented you and said you were smart but you make me regret it when you say shit like that.”

“Elaborate.” He asks and you say, “I know I’m not her, you know that I’m not her, that isn’t what is important. The idea is that I remind you of her and that is enough when the wounds are so fresh and so deep” 

How did you see right through him? Your level of observation is nuts. “You make me sound pathetic.” 

“Hardly. You are many things Leslie but pathetic is not chief among them, trust me. I’m not mad, I’m not upset, I think it’s understandable and a little sweet.” 

He wasn’t expecting that, nor was he expecting what happened next, you got up and he thought it was going to be you collecting the lunch dishes and instead you are sliding into his lap. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Something I think you need.” Your arms loop around his neck, hands crossed at the wrists behind his head and his mind was reeling, “What do you think I need?”

“A distraction, an outlet, whatever you want to call it.” You said simply and he asked, “What about Bo?”

“This was his idea.” 

“What?” 

“He has eyes and ears too Les. He hears how you talk and sees how you look. We talked about it and it’s okay.” You shrug and then add on, “And it isn’t like he and I are tied down to just each other. The photo wall in the basement hasn’t stopped getting bigger since I came to town.” 

“And that’s…That’s fine with you both?” He asks and you tell him, “Completely. He likes the aftermath.” 

You don’t need to say the word “reclamation” but you don’t have to, he can see it as if it were painted all over your face. He is still thinking much too hard and you take advantage of that, you lean in, kiss him and it is like his brain turns off, instinct takes over instead and he returns it. 

It feels wrong but right, you aren’t her but you are close enough for now, he touches, hands wander and he feels greedy as he drinks you in. He’s been so consumed with work for so long. When was the last time he was with anyone in this kind of way? He doesn’t know, he doesn’t care. 

It’s rushed, clothes are hardly removed, mostly just pushed down or pulled aside enough to facilitate and satisfy the immediate urge and need you had stirred up in each other. He is caught between it all, in taking you in, enjoying this and you for what it is and you are but still part of him is with her, just as it always is. You know this and you don’t mind, you are getting your own enjoyment out of it, you aren’t totally selfless in this. Sureit is helping him but the strong hand around your throat as he fucks up into you, opposite hand on your hip, fingers caught between the space where skirt and shirt, blunt nails digging into tender flesh as he is panting is very, very much for you. 

He is left a bit dazed when it’s over. You tell him that the others are probably wondering where their lunch is, you tell him to hang out here and on slightly unsteady legs you are off to go deliver Bo the food he helped you make. 

Leslie is out of the kitchen and nowhere to be found when you came back, you expected that. He needed time to himself to figure this out. 

Trying to make sense of all of this is one of the hardest things and after trying to figure it out for a few hours he ends up at the gas station and talking with Bo. “Hey there he is, havin’ a good day?”

The shit eating grin combined with the knowing look communicates that you told him already. The conversation is brief but it gets the point across. “S’ fine. Really. I trust you, s’ good for her.” 

It is crazy what finding the right person and relationship can do for a person, he seemed to secure.

In between times with the boys he is with you. There are highs, being wrapped up in you, hot and needy, passionate, and times of lows, self hatred, angst, pain. He can’t bring himself to stop, he will tell himself to give this up but then you give him one of those looks where he ends up with you bent over the kitchen table while the roast for dinner is finishing in the oven. 

He stretches his stay by another week but eventually he has to go. He knows he does when he has the briefest thought about running away with you and having you to himself but it is quickly forgotten. He could never betray Bo like that, he knows he is some fun on the side, not serious, you don’t want him like that and he is sure he doesn’t want you like that either, not really. It’s different with him and more than that, he wants what you and Bo have, what Jaime and Eugene have. 

He wasn’t the whole package. He wants the investment, the history, all of it, he wants the complex relationship from slasher and survivor to a more equal and level playing field of partners. He hasn’t given up on Taylor and honestly all of this with you has reaffirmed that for him, he can still get her, he just has to try harder. He is saddened for how long it might take to get there but ultimately he is better and emboldened for the experience. 

He really revels in the last time he has you the night before he goes to leave. He is incredibly selfish, the living room is dark, he can’t see your face, he is rough and almost as if you can sense it, when he starts to feel just a bit bad you gasp out, “S’ okay. Take it out on me.” 

He does. Who knows the next time he will be with anyone, or if he will ever be with you again, if he will ever truly get to have Taylor the way he wants. It bleeds from rough to much more than that, his face buried in your neck, arms around you, fucking you the way he is praying to whatever messed up God might be listening in that he hopes to do to her one day. You know what it is, it’s a little too close, a little too intimate, you give into the fantasy and allow it to happen without commenting on it. When it’s over and your shared breathing has returned to normal, when the sweat has dried, you get up saying, “Should get to bed, you got a long drive tomorrow.” 

“Yeah. I’ll be up in a minute.” 

He heads up five minutes after you do. Your bedroom door is closed. He stares at it for a minute before retreating to his own room that is already packed up.

Lester gifted him a knife, Vincent had made a small figure of Leslie in his slasher gear and Bo handed over a CD that Leslie from a band Bo introduced him to during his stay that he ended up loving. You gave him some packed food, you refilled the cooler that he brought and told him to, “Drive safe, have a good rest of the journey. It was so great getting to know you, I hope you’ll be back some time.”

“I intend to, promise.” He admits and once the van was loaded up and about to leave he leaned out the window and asked just Bo who was seeing him off, “Are you two gonna be okay?”

“What? Cuz of what happened between you two?” He laughs, “Yeah, we’ll be alright. Thanks for the concern but s’ not needed.” 

“You are like, so, so lucky, you know that right?” He asked and Bo said with a glance over his shoulder in your direction, “Yeah, M’ aware.”

“God, you’re an asshole.” Leslie sighed and Bo said, “Hey you are too, she’s got a type.” 

He has a point. When Leslie took off to go to a mostly abandoned summer camp in the same state for some camping you still lingered on his mind, he was sure, if the arraignment extended or not he’d be back to Ambrose sometime in the future. 

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for the wip asks: the mechanic au 👀 there is no where near enough mechanic aus and a charlos one sounds INCREDIBLE.

(P.S. i actually love ur blog. you always make me laugh 🫶)

🥹 Aw, I'm glad!! Thank you for sending an ask! This was actually one of my first F1 WIPs, but it was requiring sooo much research that I took a break that turned into a complete abandonment. But hopefully, I'll go back to it one day!

Here's a little snippet I wrote for Charles' first day in the paddock 💪

The only word his brain has the capacity for after the first day is tired. 

The minute they land in Melbourne, they’re heading to the track to begin setting up the garage for the arrival of the cars. Charles gets issued a full team kit, including socks with the Ferrari logo. As soon as he puts them on, he finally feels like it’s real. It’s really happening.

“You’re, Charles, yes?” one of the mechanics asks him in Italian while they’re setting up. “From Monte Carlo?”

He nods. “Yes, nice to meet you...”

“Alessandro. But you can call me, Alé. I believe we’re roommates.”

“Nice to meet you, Alé,” Charles says, shaking his hand. The other man seems young, but still older than Charles. “What do you do?”

“I’m a gearbox mechanic,” Alé says, smiling. “And I operate the front-right gun for the pit. My first race was Melbourne in 2017. So I know what you’re feeling right now.”

“And what am I feeling?” Charles asks, arching a brow in challenge.

“Scared as shit,” Alé says, grinning. Charles laughs, but he doesn’t have the heart to correct him. He’s not scared - if anything, he’s the most ready he’s ever felt. But he doesn’t think anyone would believe him if he said so. “Your Italian is not bad.” 

Charles knows this means it’s quite good, otherwise Alé wouldn’t have said anything. “I’ve been learning since I was a child.” Alé nods.

“Is it ‘Sharl’ or ‘Charles’?” Alé asks, pronouncing it with and without the ‘s’ sound at the end.

“Either is okay,” he says, shrugging. “I like both.”

“Well, you’re very easygoing,” Alé says, chuckling. “Very polite.” Charles smiles, but it occurs to him that maybe he’s being made fun of. He brushes it off though, focusing back on what he’s doing.

Everything, of course, becomes even more real when the cars arrive and he has to begin his real work. He’s been assigned especially to the brake department, as they’ve started to see a brake overheating issue and needed someone dedicated to monitoring them and replacing parts if necessary. 

He records the thickness of all of the brake pads and discs, so he can later examine the wear after practice and qualifying sessions. It’s a clockwise circuit, so Charles in addition to putting the slightly denser brake pads at the front of both cars, installs the heaviest at the left-front brake. They’re meant to all be the same size, but there are always slightly heavier pads and discs.

In addition to this job, he’s also part of the car crew for what will this year be Carlos Sainz’s car. He knows a bit about Sainz - he’s had a successful few seasons in Formula One already, particularly last year where he’d raced surprisingly well in the sub-par McLaren car. It was what had won him his seat, replacing Sebastian Vettel in what had been a slightly shocking decision to Charles. He’s not the only one interested in what Sainz might be able to pull off in a Ferrari.

As soon as the car is built, they’re doing pit-stop practice until late into the evening. There isn’t a curfew for Thursday, so they take advantage of every moment of time available. Charles has been assigned to the left-rear corner, where he removes the old tire from the car when it pits. 

There’s definitely a learning curve, and the tires are heavier than most people think. He’ll need to step up his workout routine if he wants to keep up with the other mechanics. On top of the sore arms he’ll surely have tomorrow, his feet are killing him after hardly sitting down since disembarking the plane. 

At one point, he takes off his shoes and walks around in just his Ferrari-issued socks, the floor feeling blessedly cool on his aching feet. However, he soon has to put his shoes back on or risk injury, which is when he discovers that he should never take off his shoes again because putting them back on is its own hell.

When he gets to the hotel room that night, he hardly says a word to Alé, who is indeed his roommate, instead collapsing face-first onto the bed, still fully clothed. He doesn’t remember closing his eyes, and he’s not aware of anything until the alarm goes off the next morning. That, of course, is when the real fun begins.

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Getting friendly :) Ft. the chapter from last week because i have yet to start the one due tomorrow;

«What’s your name?» 

It’s taken John months to ask, first because it didn’t occur to him, later because he felt awkward about not doing so sooner. 

NAME? 

«Yeah, your name. Mine's John.» 

Some of the creature's eyes narrow. 

JOHN 

«Yeah, I’m John. My  name is John. And what is your name?» 

JOHN 

John sighed, and ran a hand through his hair, nails scraping his scalp. It was getting too long. 

«Okay. Do you want to be John too?» 

JOHN 

It seemed this was as far as he was going to get. 

- 

«That’s ten fifteen, please. I- ten fifteen. No, you don’t have to- okay, then. Thank you, have a good night.» 

The old lady who looked at him with a suspicion that felt unearned left, the bell over the door sounding its muted alarm. John leaned against the counter. The light above him was bright, too bright, and he could not see anything beyond the reflected shelves beyond the windows. Nothing existed outside this tiny shop, and the very occasional customer. Outside it was dark. The sun would not rise until hours after his shift ended, by which time he would be dead to the world.  

The shop was a small one, only the sorts of products for which one might run down the street, having forgotten them earlier. Most of his customers were other late workers, or students staying up too late to study. They had an entire branded fridge dedicated to energy drinks.  

The bell chimed, low but still painfully pitched, and he looked at the door. It had not moved. Instead, when he turned back, he saw the thing. The creature. John Junior? Or senior, if it was older than him. Probably it had to be? The idea that it was not felt somehow upsetting to him, as if it conferred onto him some sort of responsibility.  

It barely even startled him now, when it appeared. But. But he had not seen it here before. He glanced at the camera. So did nearly twenty eyes.  

«What are you doing here?» he hissed, though the camera did not record sound. 

He angled himself so as not to look as if he were speaking. Probably no one would ever check this tape, and he thought they were deleted automatically after a while, but he couldn’t be sure. Whether or not the thing had been caught on film it would be too late to do anything about it now. Still, he felt his heart beat in his wrists.  

Oh. Oh unless it was here to protect him again. Maybe the shop was about to be robbed? People would definitely check the tape then. Shit. He looked around. Could he barricade the door? No. Someone sufficiently determined would find their way in, and he was not about to pay for any damages or losses. He didn’t make enough here for that. He- 

The bell chimed, and was this time followed by a gust of cool air. Then, an almost familiar face. 

«River?» 

She gave him a tired smile. It was, after all, nearing four am, though time seemed less real in his fluorescently bright bubble. Her dark hair was pulled back, and she had a long scarf wrapped several times around her. She looked around. 

«Huh. I thought I saw someone in here with you?» 

He glanced around. The thing was gone.  

«Nope, just me.» 

He sounded less confident than he wanted to. The back of his neck prickled. 

«You all right? Bit far from home, aren’t you?» 

They were half an hour's tram ride from the apartment building.  

«Staying at my girlfriend’s.» 

She wandered around the shelves, occasionally disappearing from view, picking up a couple of things before dumping them on the counter. Instant noodles, a bag of coffee, some pain killers. 

«Wild night of romance?» he asked, scanning her items and giving her his employee discount. 

She laughed, but it sounded hollow. As he bent down to get her a bag he noticed gold dust across the back of his hand. It did not come off when he brushed it. He pulled his sleeve down. 

«No. Helping Max look for a new job.» 

«Shit,» said John, «she get fired?» 

«Something like that. Stressful as hell.» 

«Oh, yeah, I get that. Hope she finds something.» 

«Me too. Rent’s bad in this part of town.» 

She took the bag with a quick thank you, and turned. 

«Oh, hey, you’ve got- looks like a feather in your scarf?» 

He had vague memories of being a child and getting told off by his dad for picking up stray feathers. Something about parasites. He only retained the vague idea that touching them was bad. 

«What? Oh- again.» 

She gingerly picked it free and leaned over the counter to drop it into the bin. 

«Again?» 

«I fed some birds a couple of times and now I think they’re following me.» 

«Oh,» he said, «yeah. I’ve heard they do that I think. Crows and things. Looks like that. Well, okay, well I’ll see you.» 

She called goodbye and disappeared into the void of the outside. A few browning leaves had drifted in through the door, and they crunched without anything seeming to have stepped on them.  

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The stain would not come off. He scrubbed it in the sink at work, then at home, then doused his hand in hand sanitiser. Nothing. Not even any gold flakes in the sink. What the fuck? The implications were bad. Some permanent stain from his connection to the creature? No. No it had to be like that kind of persistent paint or ink, the stuff that stained your skin for days before wearing off. Something like that, it had to be. It had to be. 

«Where are you,» he demanded of thin air, «when I need you to fucking answer me?» 

Not there, it seemed.  

It took him ages trying to fall asleep. It always did, these days, but this morning felt particularly bad. At last as the sun started to creep in through allegedly black out curtains he drifted off. 

The next day it was still there. He scrubbed until his skin hurt, and then exfoliated for good measure, but it made no difference. In the end he stuck a plaster over it. That ought to do until it went away. Ought to hide it. 

Later that afternoon he thought about why hiding it felt so important to him. If it was real, and everything pointed to it being real, then having someone else confirm it would be an immense relief. It would mean he wasn’t crazy, wasn’t talking to himself. But then, the possibility of it being all in his head was a sort of lifeline of hope, too. It meant he didn’t quite have to adjust his understanding of the world and reality yet.  

He had considered telling River. They weren’t very close friends, but she seemed receptive to this sort of thing. She had shown him her collection of crystals and threatened to read his fortune in tarot cards. He didn’t know, though, how much was affectation and aesthetics and how much was true belief. And proof was hard. He had taken a photo of the creature, early on, but it didn’t photograph well, and the picture had gone missing a short time later. He kept losing track of things lately.  

The cleanliness of his apartment had begun to decline some time ago. Not from intentional neglect, but because John would begin to vacuum the floor, full of good intentions, and suddenly realise he had been sitting on the floor, back against the sofa, staring at his phone, the vacuum abandoned halfway through the task. A third of his laundry would make it into a closet, the rest would lie unfolded on a chair. Mugs of crusty dried coffee made it as far as the counter next to the sink, but no further. Everything was too much, was the thing. And it simply kept growing. 

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John went out into the woods. He was not an outdoorsy person, but he had the vague idea that looking at trees was meant to be good for you, and therapy waitlists were six months long. He caught a bus, and took it as far out of town as the local routes would go, up into the hills surrounding the city on three sides. If there were fewer trees he would have had a great view of the ocean, but thick pines made the path as dark and enclosed as the alleys in the city. 

The air was fresh, too fresh, cold and stinging and making his eyes run. In his pockets were a couple of müesli bars and a thermos full of coffee which would, if history was any judge, imbue the coffee with an unsubtle metallic flavour. He was as prepared as he could get, he thought, until he within five minutes of leaving the bus stop accidentally stepped in an ankle high puddle with his very much not waterproof sneaker. He stared down at his wet foot with helpless resignation. 

The woods were cold, but the path went uphill, and soon he was that combination of clammy and sweaty and cold which usually kept him away from this sort of activity. It was too late in the year for insects. This, at least, was a mercy. It was oddly quiet out here. Usually he would hear birds he could not identify, the scurrying of squirrels or other little critters in the dead leaves by the side of the path, but there was nothing. Nothing yet. 

At the top of a hill, where there was something like a clearing, he took a rest. More of the cloud filtered grey light managed to reach the ground here, and a tree had been felled and laid across one side to serve as a sort of bench. By the time he had got his coffee poured into the lid mug, the angel thing was sitting next to him. Of course it was. Its hands were placed in its lap, and though it still appeared not to have a body, just a barely not hollow pliable exoskeleton of gold, it managed to sit awkwardly.  

“Why are you doing this to me?” 

It did not answer. Its head, or hood, or whatever it was which had the eyes, was turned up to the bright grey skies. On impulse, John leaned against the thing, and found it to be surprisingly soft.  

JOHN 

“Yeah?” 

SAFE 

“Good to know.” 

They stayed like that for a while, and John managed not to think about what was happening. Just that he was as comfortable as you get outside in the woods, and how the coffee might be giving him some sort of metal poisoning. After a little while, he felt a hand on his shoulder. The thing had hands the colour and feel of a bog body or mummy. Hardened skin like bark tight around the bone. If anything it had could be described as bone or skin at all. He wondered idly whether it would kill him if he painted its hard blackened nails sparkly gold to match.  

[clown-avian]

I am the angel that asked for your protection on your strawpage, however, the word limit made it so that I couldn't fully explain the situation, which I believe would give you better insight on how to protect us. 🙏

If you get triggered by mentions of EDs, technical abuse, and sexual mentions, it's okay if you delete this, I completely understand!

[people]

-the "demon" as I will refer to them as

-my friend

-a few other friends

-myself

^^^

The "demon" has been tormenting my friends and their friend group for the past ~2 ish years, pretending to be one of them. Examples of what they've done that I haven't seen are:

- them "Idolizing" my friend out of jealousy, telling my friend that they must 'loooove' being so perfect kind of way, and that they(demon) could never be like that. It was backhanded.

- failed to uphold people's boundaries about not wanting to be touched

-hit people (AND lied when confronted about it)

-before getting here, they were expelled for beating a girl up

A year ago, I met them. I was invited to sit at the table with my friend and their friends (including said demon.) I immediately got a word feeling about them. It was the way they acted towards me- cold and detached whenever I tried to come into the conversation. They never talked to me when I tried to talk to them, instead they would look at me like I was nothing more than a grain of salt to a god. They looked down upon me.

while I knew them, they did these things:

-admitted they judged people for eating (during the middle of lunch) and how that felt superior for having more "willpower", and prompted the group to agree.

-yelled at friend(2) for something he didn't do, swearing at him and making him severely uncomfortable

-said that they wanted to fuck my friend's dad (made EVERYONE uncomfortable and EVERYONE disgusted, especially since this was re-occuring)

-defended their incest proship, telling me I was on the "wrooong side of Tumblr" (I'm the one with a friendly community and cute cat memes, I don't think the wrong side of Tumblr) (also made everyone at the table uncomfortable)

Because of this, we decided to confront them. Well, I confronted them, but I wasn't alone. I was with another friend who was there in case things got too escalated.

It didn't go as expected, as they ran from the confrontation before it could go very far. I scared them. I got under their skin. It was very plain to see. You can't keep friends if you're going to hurt them. Their cowardice and refusal to even own up to their actions put me into a divine rage the rest of the day. A coward, a manipulator, and a liar.

Well, until the end of the day. They yelled at my friend, flipped out. My friend handled it well, and this gave us the upper hand.

The next day they sat away from us, good call! There would've been an argument if they tried anything.

However, iveI've recently noticed that they're trying to get closer to oouterter ring of friends. I am worried that they might be using t m hurtingurt them the way that they did to my other friends, whiis it why I am asking for your protection 🙏

I am sorry you and your friends are living through this, I can understand how horrible it must be to be near an individual so despicable.

I will gladly wish for this demon to go away from you and your friend’s life’s, you all deserve to live in peace and be comfortable in your environment.

Know that even if I am not physically with you all, I am rooting for your ultimate victory and for you all to be safe.

Thank you for reaching out, and keep faith for a better tomorrow without this demon.

Know that change takes time but that doesn’t mean it won’t happen!

[mywifeymax]

Experiment (Yeonjun x Fem reader)

Y/n pov:

*Walking into class I sat down and pulled out my note book just in time as rose walked in and took a seat next to me* “Y/n I just saw a hot transfer student” rose said “Rose stop crushing on boys and focus on your schoolwork”I said “Your one to talk you been liking our senior for 2 years now and you still haven’t confess”Rose said “Will you keep it down and I moved on from that silly crush”I said

*Just as I said that Yeonjun entered the classroom he had his hair dyed blond and he was wearing a sweater with jeans* “You still have feelings for him you can’t deny it”Rose said “Just stop talking right now”I said Yeonjun was different from everyone he didn’t speak that much but he was kind to everyone I admire that about a guy *I sighed as soon as the teacher walked in* “Okay class so today we are doing an experiment I will team you up with your partner”The teacher said “Rose and Kai”The teacher said *I smiled and waved goodbye to her as she walked over to Kai* “Y/n and Yeonjun”The teacher then say *I looked over at Yeonjun as he was already looking at me I felt my heart begin to thudded*

*After class me and Yeonjun went to the library* “So what should we do our experiment on?”I asked “I was thinking a theory on teen romance”Yeonjun said “Why that one if I may ask”I asked “Because that’s the thing with most chemistry in it”Yeonjun said “Ohhh I see then maybe we can give it a try”I said

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*I sighed and looked at Yeonjun as he filled out the paper as the couple in front of us talked about it* great I can’t believe I am a junior and I still haven’t dated *I breathed in as I took notes*

*After interviewing the couples we went back to the library* “Can you hand me what you wrote down?”Yeonjun asked “Oh uh yeah here you go”I said *I then handed him the notebook and he grabbed it and begin to type down all of it together* “Yeonjun”I said “Yes?”He asked “Have you ever thought about dating?”I asked “It never really occurred to me”Yeonjun said “But a lot of girls ask you out”I said “They do but I turn them down”Yeonjun said “Ohh I see”I said “How about you?”Yeonjun asked “I’ve been more focus on my studies to pay attention to dating”I said “That’s a good thing to be focus on”Yeonjun said “How is the paper coming along?”I asked “Very well I’m almost done”Yeonjun said *I smiled and nodded* “Goodjob”I said “Hey can I have your number by the way?”Yeonjun asked “Oh uh yeah sure”I said *Grabbing out my phone I handed him it and he typed in his number* “It’s getting late let me walk you home”Yeonjun said “No need I’ll be perfectly fine”I said “I insist it’s dangerous after dark for a girl to walk home”Yeonjun said “Okay fine if you insist”I said

Walking with Yeonjun was peaceful and comfortable “So what are you planning to do after high school?”I asked “I am going to call for business management”Yeonjun said “Oh that’s really cool”I said “What about you what are your plans?”Yeonjun asked “I want to be a journalist”I said “I’m sure you will be perfect at it”Yeonjun said “I’m not so sure about that but thank you”I said *Stopping in front of my house I looked up at him * “This is me thank you for walking me home”I said “Of course go in and get some rest e have to pretension Tomorrow”Yeonjun said “Right”I said “Goodnight Yeonjun “I said “Goodnight y/n”Yeonjun said *I then went open my fenced door and waved goodbye before shutting it and going inside*

*I sighed as I got inside and went to my desk and set my bag on the chair before going to the kitchen and making some ramen Before putting on a study mix and I sat down before doing my homework and rereading over the presentation sheets as I was studying I felt my phone buzzed and I grabbed it to see Yeonjun texted me*

Yeonjun- Hey y/n it’s me Yeonjun

You-Hey Yeonjun!

Yeonjun-Are you prepared for tomorrow?

You-I’m a little nervous but it’s not like I haven’t done it before

Yeonjun-You do good you always do good!

You-You do too Yeonjun I’m going to bed now goodnight Yeonjun

Yeonjun-Goodnight!

*Smiling I shut off my phone before placing down beside me and I turned off the music and my desk lamp before getting up going to my bathroom and I took a quick shower and I brushed my teeth before putting on a pair of pajamas and I tied my hair up into a ponytail before going to my bed and climb inside it and went to sleep*

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*Getting to school the next day I made sure I looked good before walking over to Yeonjun* “Hi y/n”Yeonjun said “Hi Yeonjun”I said *Sitting down next to him I sighed* “Are you still nervous?”Yeonjun asked “Just a little but I be okay”I said “You will you got this”Yeonjun said but he doesn’t know that he is the one making me nervous *I smiled and nodded as I pulled out my purple folder and then I saw rose come in and walked to me* “Hey y/n do you want to come to the cafe with me after school soobin is coming”Rose said “Who is soobin?”I asked “The new transfer student I told you about”Rose said “Oh I see and sure why not”I said *I then watch rose walk off and I sighed* “Does always do it?”Yeonjun asked “Do what?”I asked “Always force you to do stuff for her and her crush”Yeonjun said “Sometimes but it’s okay I don’t mind it she just wants them to like her”I said

“Okay up first is rose and Kai”The teacher said *I watched as they walked up to the front* “our presentation is about how many are rejected a year”Rose said “Many students get heartbroken from they’re peers or maybe a little bit older many of us students have so much to learn about dating and love”Kai said *I watched as his eyes scanned rose as she talked and I smiled to myself* It seems like Kai likes rose

“next up is Yeonjun and y/n”The teacher said *Getting up me and Yeonjun went to the front* “Teen Romance isn’t rare but it does have a lot of chemistry in it”Yeonjun began “A lot of people go though that a year the chemistry in it is so high because you have to build a relationship between you and the other person”I said

*I smiled as I packed up* “Goodjob Y/n you did a Goodjob”Yeonjun said “You did too”I said “I’m going to meet rose now bye bye”I said *i smiled and waved goodbye before going to find rose and soobin*

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*Getting to the cafe I order my usual drink and so did rose as soobin got a coffee* “So soobin do you got any plans for the holidays?”Rose asked “Hmm I’m going to visit my family in daegu”Soobin said *I smiled and looked down at my phone as they talked* “Hey guys do you mind if I invite one of my friends?”Soobin asked “Not at all go for it”I said “Same here”Rose said *He then texted someone and I went back to sipping on my drink and looking at my phone*

*After 13 minutes someone sat down next to me I was to focus on replying to my friends to look up* “Sorry I ran late”Yeonjun voice said *Looking up I looked at him he looked over at me and smiled* “Hi y/n”He said “Hi”I said “We should go shopping after this and get in some summer clothes since the school year is almost over”Rose said “I agree”I said

*I smiled as I search the store and picked out a few bikinis and some shorts and crop tops that were my favorite I then sighed as I picked out a few dresses before buying them* “Is this all?”The cashier said “Yes”I said “Okay that will be 36.09$”She said *paying I then grabbed the bag and went to where rose was and the other boys I then got a text on my phone*

Ryujin- I just want to say that the seniors will be graduating in a month so you should really confess to Yeonjun sometime soon before he leaves the school for good

You-Thank you for the heads up

*shutting off my phone I looked at Yeonjun* “Hey Yeonjun can we go somewhere privately?”I asked “Yeah of course”Yeonjun said *Getting up I grabbed my bag before we left the cafe and went to one of the most beautiful spots in Korea*

“what is it that you want to say”Yeonjun said “Well I don’t really know how begin to explain but I liked you since I was a sophomore I know it’s silly I thoughtfully I was able to get over my crush on you but that’s not how it went and now I can’t stop thinking about you and the experiment really did not help at all”I said “I want to pursue you y/n and then we can see how things end up after that how about that?”Yeonjun asked “I like the sound of that”I said *I smiled and nodded* “Okay I agree”I said

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*I smiled as I picked out a soft yellow color sundress and yellow matching heels and did my hair nicely and makeup as well before grabbing flowers and walked outside to meet up with rose and kai* “Are you guys ready?”Kai asked “Yeah”I said *I smiled as I got into Kai backseat*

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*I smiled as I got out of the car and bow to a few seniors and I saw rose grin brightly and ran over to Soobin* “Hey guys”Soobin said “Oh hi soobin”I said “Hi y/n”Soobin said *I watched as rose hugged soobin and I looked over at Kai as he looked away and I softly rubbed his arm* “Have you seen Yeonjun?”I asked “Oh uh he is in the old art studio”Soobin said “Oh okay thank you I see you guys around then”I said *I bowed and left them*

*I breath in as I came across the sliding doors to the art room Slowly opening them I smiled as I saw Yeonjun there staring out the window I walked inside* “Yeonjun~ah”I said softly *I smiled as he turn his head to me and smiled* “Oh y/n your here”Yeonjun said “Yeah I wouldn’t miss this day for anything”I said *I smiled and gave him the flowers* “Y/n I need to talk to you about something”Yeonjun said “About what?”I asked “I want to date you but after you graduate”Yeonjun “Oh for sure I can wait that long”I said “Thank you for understanding”Yeonjun said

—-A Year later——

Y/n pov: I have officially graduated I haven’t heard from Yeonjun since his graduation I am slowly loosing hope on him But I’ve made a promise to wait and I stick to it

“hey Miss lee Mr Choi is here now he is waiting in the waiting room”My coworker said “Ah okay I am coming then”I said *Grabbing the file I follow my coworkers to the meeting room and I entered inside and walked to my chair and sat down before going though the slide show on my tablet not paying attention to anyone around me* “Shall we get this meeting started?”Yoongi my boss said *I nodded and then finally looked up to the other side and I almost gasp as I saw who was across from me* Yeonjun he was across from me he looked different he is still handsome but his hair is black now and he looks more manly now “Miss lee please put the slide show up”Yoongi said *I nodded and connected the slide show to the bored* “As you see the Min company has very big rates lately with the products that we sell it went from a small company and now it’s one of the biggest company so that’s why we want to invest in a collaboration with the Choi company and make beautiful progress in both companies”I said “I’ll take the offer”Yeonjun said “Okay then meeting dismiss”Yoongi *Gathering my things I left the meeting room but I heard footsteps behind me*

“Y/n”Yeonjun said *looking over my shoulder I smiled and bow* “Hello”I said “I’m so thankful to run into you I want to have dinner with you if that’s okay”Yeonjun said *I smiled* “Of course just let me grab my things and then we can go”I said *He nodded and smile and I did the same back before going to desk and grabbed my computer and phone and purse before going to Yeonjun* “I’m ready”I said

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It’s been like that since I saw him at the meeting date nights and now it’s official new years I am going to a small dinner party with Yeonjun and a few of our coworkers *I smiled as I walked out of my apartment and walked to his car* “Happy new years”I said “Happy new years”Yeonjun said smiling

*After the party me and Yeonjun went up to his pin house and he crouched down beside me* “I know I may sound crazy but I want you to finally be my girlfriend you were all I could think about so will you be my girlfriend lee y/n?”Yeonjun asked “I love to”I said

*With that we kissed each other with passion*

The end.

[barbiewritesstuff]

Say Thank You 

 

-- I love Jake, I really do but y’all need to understand that if I am made to pick between him and anything Jon Hamm plays, I will hesitate. Jon Hamm is my original crush. My muse. My … You get it, I have a crush and @Igg5989 has to deal with my deranged texts about it. So this is 100% self indulgent. –  

 

You had had a long day. Your mum had been taken to hospital a week ago and while she was getting better, the process was slow and arduous. You didn’t really get along with her so you weren’t exactly certain why she had asked you to help with her physical therapy and expected it not to devolve into an argument. Well, you had been trying to be civil and helpful but she spat a biting comment that hit a little too close to home and then your brother got involved. After ten minutes a nurse had to call security to escort him out.  

You had told Beau about your day through text. He had commiserated but he was a busy man and although he had offered to get off early, you knew it was nigh on impossible that he would actually manage to do it.

You turned your keys into the front door and as you pushed it open, you were immediately hit by the smell of pecan pie. Did you leave a candle on ?  

Panic coursed through you, but your need to be neat and have a clean home still made you stop to take off your shoes. It was lucky you did too, as your husband appeared around the corner at that very moment, holding a steaming pie in his oven-gloved hands. 

« You’re home ! » You exclaim 

« And I made pie. » 

« You’re perfect » You said

« I haven’t even told you what I’ve done with the kids » He says, then chuckles at your raised eyebrow « My mother is keeping them for the weekend. We have two days to spend just the two of us, with nothing to do but eat pie and watch that series you like » 

What he’s offering sounds like heaven, but your weekends are as full as your weekdays and you know you need to get started on things tonight.  

« I have the church bakesale tomorrow » You groan 

« Really ? Because I swear someone called them about two hours ago saying you had a sinus infection and wouldn’t be able to come » 

« And what about the service » 

« Livestream » He states 

« Well played, Vice Admiral. » You smile « You’ve really thought of everything » 

He smiles back at you and beckons you into the kitchen with a nod of his head. You follow gingerly. In all honesty, you aren’t hungry. Not for food. The mention of a childfree home for the next two days has awoken something else in you and the only thing you can do is stare at your husband’s backside as he walks in front of you.  

He puts the pie dish down and you kiss him. It’s too short for your liking, it only breaks because Beau backs up a little to look at you. 

« You okay ? » He sounds concerned and you don’t care. You pull him down for another kiss, something more bruising and passionate this time, to ensure he gets the message. He seems to as he groans into your mouth.  

« Just wanted to say thank you » 

You drop down to your knees and unbuckle his belt. The shirt you’re wearing is perfectly appropriate for physical therapy with your mother, but from where he’s standing, the view is absolutely sinful. He moans a little at the view. You unbutton his trousers and lower the zip at an agonising pace you know he enjoys and eventually you let the trousers hit the floor. You palm his balls over his trousers, leaving open wide kisses around his clothed member. He moans again. 

« You’re killing me honey » he groans.  

You decide to end his suffering and remove his underwear altogether. You look up. The view is pretty nice for you too. Beau is leaning against the kitchen counter, his head leaning backwards onto the cupboards with his eyes shut tight, his upper body still clothed. It only occurs to you now that Beau doesn’t usually dress in his crisp white shirt, a tie and some nice black trousers after work, or at work actually, so the way he looks right now is just for you. The thought of it makes you a little feral.  

You jerk his cock with your hands, kissing the base and then moving his tip against your tongue. He’s holding himself up now, his knuckles turning white against the stone counter. Then, finally answering his silent prayer you take him in your mouth far enough that he hits the back of your throat. You leave him almost no time to enjoy the feeling or the view and soon start moving your mouth up and down his length. One of his hands grabs a hold of a fistful of your hair and holds you still. Cyclone pushes himself off from the counter to stand on his shaky legs before thrusting his member into you at a gentle pace. You can tell he’s trying so hard not to lose himself too much, but once your hands hike up his legs to rest on his hips, he loses all control. Suddenly, he pulls you up, turns you around and bends you down on the kitchen table. He rips your underwear off with a mumbled “Sorry” and pushes himself into you. He fucks you with desperate and quick little thrusts. It doesn’t take long for you to come, he has perfected the art of hitting that sweet spot inside of you during your marriage. When you tighten against him as you hit your high, you moan one of the most pornographic moans you have ever uttered and Beau feels himself at the edge of the cliff. He thrusts into you one more time, burying himself to the hilt as he comes thick ropes of warm cum deep inside you. He stays like that for a minute to catch his breath before pulling out of you. 

You push yourself off of the table. Your hipbones, which had been mercilessly pounded against the hard wooden surface, were already turning purple. Your husband ran a rough thumb against the spot and when he spotted what was running down your leg, he chuckled. 

“I’ll be honest baby, that’s not the pie I thought we’d have, but I’m not complaining”

[staygoldwriting]

Cousin Buckley- Part 8 (Eddie)

Summary: It's time for Eddie's Corroded Coffin gig!!! 🎸

Warnings: None, pure fluff :)

Word count: ~1.7k

My masterlist has Parts 1-7 and Part 8 for Steve!

A/N: I HAVE BEEN WAITING SO LONG TO USE AN EDDIE AND GUITAR GIF 😍 I hope you enjoy this chapter! Please show love and support as always 🖤

Nancy sniffled, wiping her nose with her sleeve as she tried to control her crying.

“I’m sorry, this isn’t usually how I am,” she said to you. “I’m Nancy, Nancy Wheeler.”

“Don’t worry about it at all, Nancy” you said, giving her a sympathetic smile. “I’m Y/N Buckley, I’m Robin’s cousin.”

“This is the Cousin Buckley, my girlfriend,” Eddie smirked, throwing an arm around you.

“Yes, for sure,” you smiled. “It’s very new, but I’m very happy,” you said, making Eddie blush.

“Congrats! Nice to meet you, Y/N,” Nancy smiled.

“Steve’s just inside,” Eddie said. “Everything alright? Anything I can do?”

“No, no, I’m okay, thank you, Eddie,” Nancy smiled sadly. “Nice meeting you again, Y/N.”

As Nancy passed by you two and into the house, you felt sad for her. With Eddie’s arm still around you, you leaned into him and sighed.

“So, Cousin Buckley?” you asked suspiciously.

“Yeah, ha, Steve and I called you that before we knew your name,” Eddie blushed, chuckling. 

“That’s sort of cute,” you giggled.

“Sort of?” Eddie questioned.

“Yeah, it’s also just a little weird,” you laughed, making Eddie fake scoff.

“How dare you, my love? I feel so betrayed, so judged,” he said, throwing a hand over his forehead and leaning over to lay in your lap.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m the worst,” you said, running your fingers through his hair. He kissed your other hand and sighed. You looked behind at the door and thought of Nancy. 

“I hope she’s okay, she seems nice,” you said half to yourself, half to Eddie. 

“She is nice,” Eddie said, holding you closer. “She’s Steve’s ex, by the way. They never got over each other.”

“What happened?”

“Eh, she fell for another guy, broke Steve’s heart. Nothing too out of the ordinary, but it’s clear that they still have feelings for each other.”

“Oh,” you said quietly. 

It had never really occurred to you that Steve could be the one with a broken heart. He always seemed so suave, confident, and cool. That’s what drew you to Eddie. You could tell that he had a tender heart and that he wasn’t going out with tons of girls. You didn’t know how many relationships Eddie had been in, but it wouldn’t surprise you if you were one of his first, if not his first one. Eddie looked at you as if you’d disappear if he looked away, but you never thought the same of Steve. Perhaps Nancy was why.

Pushing your experience with Nancy aside, you spent the rest of the day with Eddie until nighttime. You were anxious about his concert the next day, and you had no idea what to wear, how to do your hair, and Robin sat on your bed patiently, buried under a pile of clothes as she read Eddie’s setlist to you while you murmured the lyrics, making sure you knew every single note Eddie would perform tomorrow. 

“Do you think a skirt is better? Or jeans?” you asked frantically.

“Well, can you show me the Corroded Coffin shirt again?” Robin asked. 

“Here you go,” you said, throwing the shirt to her. 

“Hm,” she said, inspecting it. “The jeans will definitely look better. And I think you need to put your hair up.”

“Thanks, Rob. I guess I should clean up then,” you laughed, looking at Robin under the pile of your clothes. 

“So,” she said, folding a pair of pants, “how’s it going with Eddie?”

“Honestly, it’s been very sweet so far, but I also feel like there’s been way too much drama around us. I don’t feel like we’ve even been on a proper date yet, so I’m really looking forward to his concert.”

“Is that why you’re so nervous?” Robin asked kindly.

“Sort of,” you blushed. “I just want everything to go perfectly, you know?”

“I completely understand, Y/N/N. But I wouldn’t worry about messing anything up. You two are obviously crazy about each other.”

“Wanna know something?” you asked excitedly, scooting closer to her. “He called me his girlfriend today.”

“He did?” Robin asked, smiling widely. “When?”

“When Nancy came over earlier! I introduced myself and Eddie added that I was his girlfriend. I didn’t know if we were ready for the label, but I’m really happy that we are.”

“Gosh, Y/N, I’m so excited for you,” Robin said as she hugged you. “I’m so happy you’re going to the concert and just that you’re with Eddie in general. I know I tease him a lot, but Eddie really is a great guy, and I love how happy you make each other. It hasn’t even been a week and you two already care for each other so much! It’s sort of freaky.”

“Ha, thanks, Rob. It’s strange, I know, but I feel the same way. Eddie, he’s just… I don’t really know what to say. He’s like a best friend, but…”

“Hot?” Robin chuckled.

“Yeah, I guess you could put it that way,” you laughed.

🎸

As you finished touching up your makeup, Robin knocked on your door, telling you that Eddie was downstairs. He wanted to pick you up and take you to the gig early so you could have “the full Corroded Coffin experience,” which included set-up, sound checks, and whatnot. You took one last look in the mirror. You had your Corroded Coffin t-shirt on with jeans, then you had your favorite black boots on. You had stacks of bracelets and painted your nails, and you obsessed over the perfect makeup look for hours, finally settling on a dramatic eyeshadow look. You kept your hair up so it would be out of your face. 

As you walked down the stairs, Eddie caught a glimpse of you and immediately covered his face with his hands. 

“Oh my gosh!” he yelled loudly.

“What, is there something wrong?” you suddenly panicked.

“Wrong? Y/N, how could anything be wrong when you look this beautiful! I am simply not worthy of your presence,” he declared dramatically, making you giggle.

“So dramatic,” Robin sighed. 

Eddie grabbed your hand and twirled you. As you spun into his arms, he planted a kiss on your lips and smirked.

“Let’s get outta here,” he said, making you smile.

“I’m ready to rock,” you said, making Eddie grin.

🎸

The Hideout was empty aside from Eddie and his band members, along with Rick, who tended bar and served food. You could tell the guys were staring at you as you walked around, making you chuckle. 

“She’s real?” one guy said, making Eddie give him a look of fake disappointment.

“And why wouldn’t she be, Gareth? You know I’m all for honesty in my relationships,” he said regally. 

“Well, sure, Eddie, but come on,” another said, pointing at you. “She’s like, a queen and you’re like--”

“A king,” you smiled, kissing Eddie’s cheek, making him blush wildly. “Now, are we gonna talk about my existence, or are you guys gonna play some metal?”

You loved watching Eddie and the band rehearse. You could tell Eddie was trying to impress you, but it was easy. He was a natural at guitar, and when he sang, you were dazzled. You had no idea he could sing because he had only mentioned playing the guitar, and even though he was screaming metal’s best, there was still a melodious tone in his voice. Your cheeks remained hot the entire time, your heart bursting with love and pride for your boyfriend. As they took a break, Eddie sat down on the stage, sweating and panting a bit. You climbed up, handing him some water.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he said, sipping the water. “So, what did you think?” 

“You guys are amazing!” you exclaimed, making Eddie swell with pride. “And I had no idea you could sing! You have a wonderful voice, Eddie,” you said, kissing him. 

“Thanks, baby, it’s all for you,” he smiled. “What do you think of the rest of the band?”

“Pretty cool,” you said, looking back at them. “The drummer’s really good in particular.”

“Don’t let him hear you, or else I’ll have to fight for you,” he chuckled, bringing you close.

“Don’t worry, guitarists are way more my type.”

🎸

You remained at the front seat as a few fans shuffled in. It was relatively empty, but the room was so dark that it was hard to notice. For Eddie, it didn’t matter at all. All he wanted was his favorite fan cheering him on from the front. As Corroded Coffin came on stage, you cheered loudly, making Eddie break his “metal look,” grinning widely.

“Good evening, Hawkins!” he yelled. “Are you ready to rock?”

You yelled much louder than the others, but you didn’t care; you were way too excited.

“I’m gonna start tonight off with a song that saved me from the depths of despair,” he said dramatically, then started playing Metallica’s “Master of Puppets,” one of your absolute favorites. Eddie had told you the song had emotional significance, but you weren’t sure why. He didn’t seem like he wanted to share.

You continued to cheer, and during one of the guitar solos, Eddie dipped down to his knees so you could kiss his cheek. People hooted at you two, livening up the concert more. They continued with a couple more Metallica songs, Black Sabbath, Megadeth, and a little Scorpions. As they neared the end, they slowed down a bit, and Eddie stepped forward.

“I wanted to go ahead and take a quick second to honor the beautiful girl sitting at the front right here, Y/N Buckley. I want to dedicate our final song to her tonight. This is for you, sweetheart!”

As he stepped back, he strummed his guitar, beginning to play “I Was Made for Lovin’ You,” your favorite song by Kiss. You let out an involuntary squeal as he started playing, jumping up and down. You were smiling so wide that your cheeks hurt, and you sang along even though your voice was hoarse. As he finished the song, he bent down and kissed your lips boldly. You held onto his face as you returned the kiss, in pure disbelief that you could have such an impossibly perfect and sweet boyfriend.

🎸 To be continued!

Taglist in the reblog because it's being finicky!

[shadowuponstorm]

The Music In Me: 01

Although this bond can get annoying at times, at least I can tolerate my soulmate's taste in music until the day we finally meet, whenever that will be, hopefully someday soon. Or maybe I've already met them and don't know it just yet. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x OC x Paige "Glacier" Kazansky Word Count: Over 2.6K

Also please don’t steal, copy, or translate my work under any circumstances, I prefer my original work to be on just my page.

"Glacier!" I hear someone shout from behind me to make me turn around to see Phoenix and caused me to smile to respond, "Hey Nix."

"You got called in for this too?" Phoenix asked as I nodded my head, "One of many, who are the guys next to you?"

"Payback," Payback responds as the next guy chimed in with, "Fanboy." Before I could chime in with my introduction to them, Phoenix adds in, "You're in the presence of Naval Royalty right here."

"Stop while you're at it, Phoenix, it's nice to-" I voice before I hear a voice shout from the pool table, "What do we have here? If it ain't Phoenix!", distracting me from finishing my sentence.

"Oh great, think we better get this over with," Phoenix mutters under her breath before she turns her head back to me and says, "It was great to see you, Paige, how about you join us for a game?"

I looked around for Penny, who appears to be talking to someone, before I respond, "I'll have to ask Penny if she's finished with needing my help, but I'm sure to join later."

"Great, see you over there," Phoenix says as she, Payback, and Fanboy head towards the opposite side of where Hangman and Coyote were standing as I walk towards where Penny is.

"Hey, I was wondering-," I started to whisper before my eyes took in the features of the person in front of me, "Uncle Mav?"

"Paige? Is that really you?" Maverick asked in shock as I smiled and said, "I haven't grown that much since the last time you saw me."

"Are you kidding? Of course, you have. Look at you!" Maverick shouts as I laugh to then realize something, "Wait a minute, you wouldn't be here on a coincidence or just passing through the neighborhood."

"That's what I told him!" Penny inputs her opinion as Maverick rolls his eyes and after I continued staring at him with a "Why are you really here?" look, he responds, "I got called in to teach the squadron at Top Gun for the upcoming mission."

"Lord, help us all," I mutter under my breath jokingly as Mav's face turns into offended. I shook my head, "I'm kidding obviously, the squadron is very lucky to have such a great naval aviator as an instructor." I then turned towards Penny and asked, "I was wondering if I could join the others at the pool table, of course, if you don't need my help anymore."

"Go," Penny says as she shoved me forward, "I didn't need your help in the first place." I rebut back with, "Thought I'd be the good friend that I am. Maverick, it's great to see you, and can't wait for tomorrow. Also thanks for the free drinks" adding a wink for the last statement.

I walked over to the pool table to see the people who are here so far standing around, watching the new guy take his turn, as I took my spot next to Phoenix to whisper, "Who's he?"

"Bob Floyd, my new backseater," Phoenix whispered back as I nod my head as a silent okay before I turned my attention back to the game while also grabbing a cue in case I'd join in. After a few more minutes, I notice Phoenix's eyes drifting towards the entrance and followed her gaze to see she was staring at Bradley Bradshaw, aka Rooster, aka my best friend since we were kids, aka the man who I may or may not have been crushing on many years.

"Bradshaw!" Phoenix shouts to grab his attention while I glanced over at Maverick, knowing that the both of them currently have tension between them for what had occurred years prior of now.

"This is how we find out you're stateside?" Phoenix asked as she lined up her shot while Bradley slips off his aviator sunglasses to hang them on his shirt before he answers with, "Yeah, I just thought I'd surprise you two."

Phoenix pulls back her cue to nail him in the stomach, making me almost spit out my beer and laugh at her rebuttal, "Guess I surprised you back."

"It's good to see you," Bradley grunts out as he tries to straighten himself back up before he turns his attention to me and says, "How have you been, Paige? Certainly been a while since I've seen you."

"I've been great, Bradley, how have you been?" I asked as Bradley smiles and respond, "I've been okay, it's good to see you too."

"Bradshaw, as I live and breathe," Hangman says as he comes back to the table from grabbing four more beers and changing the song on the jukebox, looking smug and arrogant as he always does.

"Hangman, you look..good," Bradley responds as Hangman lines his shot and puts back with a "Well, I am good Rooster. I'm very good. In fact, I am too good to be true."

"I wish I was as cold as literal ice so I can shut him up," I thought to myself as I hear Payback ask, "So, anybody know what this special detachment is all about?"

"No, the mission's a mission. They don't confront me. What I want to know: who's gonna be the team leader? And which one of y'all has what it takes to follow me?" Hangman asks as Bradley rolls his eyes to bite back with, "Hangman, the only place you'll lead anyone is an early grave." causing everyone to feel the heat on that burn.

"Well, anyone who follows you is just gonna run out of fuel. But that's just you, ain't it, Rooster? You're snug on that perch, waiting for just the right moment...that never comes." Jake rebuts back to then end it with, "I love this song!" meaning the song on the jukebox, which is not great and makes me glad he's not my soulmate, who has better taste than him. I only hear the music he sings along to, which sucks because I really want to hear his voice and know his identity.

"Well, he hasn't changed," Phoenix said, snapping me out of my thought, as Bradley agrees to then walk away from beside me.

"Check it out," Fanboy voices as he and Payback look at the entrance, "More patches." As Payback lists the names of the other aviators, I looked around to see if I could spot Bradley in the crowd, Fanboy then voices a question, "What the hell kind of mission is this?"

"That's not the question we should be asking. Everyone here is the best there is. Who the hell are they gonna get to teach us?" Phoenix replies as I try to hide the fact I know who they got, and it's all thanks to my father, Admiral Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, who always come in Maverick's clutch whenever his ass gets in trouble with authority. It still surprises me that even as a highly decorated Captain, he still has the effect of testing people's patience and challenging their methods. The customers start groaning around us as the music from the jukebox stopped playing, to then jazz being played on the piano filling the silence, making me shake my head and laugh to myself as I looked to see Bradley, flawlessly moving his fingers across the keys. Phoenix prompted the others to join as we walked over to where the piano sat and before I could stand beside them, Bradley invited me to sit beside him on the bench, smiling at me as I did the same to him.

"Overboard! Overboard!" The crowd started chanting after Penny rang the bell, making me look over to see Hangman, Coyote, and Payback standing around Maverick before they picked him up to throw him out of the bar. I laughed at the fact they may actually shit their pants tomorrow when they find out he's our instructor.

"You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain. Too much love drives a man insane. You broke my will, but what a thrill. Goodness gracious, great balls of fire! I laughed at love 'cause I thought it was funny, but you came along and you moved me, honey. I changed my mind, this love is fine. Goodness gracious great balls of fire!" sang through my head as the tune is playing, making me internally jump at the fact my soulmate is here, but mentally curse the fact everyone was singing the song so it was hard to single out who it could be.

-The Next Day-

"Attention on deck!" Someone shouted, commanding us to stand at the tables as Warlock walks to the front of the "room".

"Morning, welcome to your special training detachment. Be seated," Warlock says as he basically told us we were at ease, "I'm Admiral Bates, NAWDC commander. You're all TOPGUN graduates. The elite. The best of the best. That was yesterday. The enemy's new fifth-generation fighter has leveled the playing field."

As Warlock was going over what was to come, Phoenix leaned over to me and whispered, "Who do you think they got to be our instructor?" Before I could answer, Warlock then starts to introduce him and I hear footsteps coming up behind us to whisper back, "You'll see." I was correct about the guys' reaction, they were so embarrassed, and I accidentally let out a laugh, which I tried to stop with my fist, but failed tremendously.

"Is something the matter?" Maverick asks with a smirk on his face, knowing why I was laughing, but wanted to make them even "shit" their pants more because..out of the squadron, only Phoenix and Bradley know who I'm related to since my callsign is more outspoken.

"Nothing at all Captain Mitchell, continue with the lesson you have planned for us today," I respond as I smile "innocently" before Maverick responds with, "Good to know, Kazansky." and then proceeds to tell us we were going to put our skills to the test.

First in the air was going to be me, Rooster, Payback, and Fanboy, and as the four of us are in the air listening to Maverick's instructions, Payback decided to come up with a competition that whoever gets shot down does 200 pushups. With a dad like Iceman, he helped me surpass that goal by 10 pushups, so I don't mind the exercise, I strangely enjoy it.

"Fanboy, you see him?" Rooster asks as Fanboy looks through the radar and reports back with, "Nothing, maybe he's somewhere behind us."

"Oh shit," I thought to myself as I remember a story Dad told me to then try to quickly warn, "Maverick isn't in front or behind, he's right-" before I hear the guys collectively shout, "Damn it!" "What the hell?" "Shit!"

"Oh come on, Glacier, that wasn't nice trying to expose your uncle's secret," Maverick says as I chuckle and respond with, "Hey, you said work collectively as a team, so that's what I did."

As we all flew around the sky, Maverick got his radar set to eliminate Payback and Fanboy before Rooster swooped in to save them. I watched as Maverick continued flying after Bradley before I noticed he was flying way too close to the Hard Deck and Payback shouted for him to pull up, which cost Rooster as Maverick locked on him. I got out of the F-18 after landing on the tarmac to see Yale, Fritz. and Harvard taking a selfie with Rooster doing his push-ups in the background. Which I thought was unnecessary, so I walked over to mention, "You're going to regret doing that."

"And how do you know that, Glacier?" Yale asked as I smirked and said, "Maverick isn't quite so easy to trick or fool when it comes to this, good luck boys, you're gonna need it." The three of them walked to do the lesson and I then took a look at Hondo to ask, "Mind if I do it alongside him?"

"Oh not at all, go right ahead," Hondo responds as I put my gear down beside where he was standing and started to do the push-ups, making Bradley laugh next to me to hear him ask, "Your dad really ingrained exercise in you huh?"

"You bet he did, when I told him I wanted to do this and be like him, he really put me through the wringer," I say as I do a couple more pushups to then ask, "Are you okay?" I worry about him being near Maverick and the mental distance between them affecting how he flies.

"I'm fine," Bradley voices with a hesitant tone, which I didn't push, and when Bradley finally reached 200, he got up and held his hand out for me to take before we both headed to the hangar to take a break.

"Hey, do you want to grab dinner somewhere?" Bradley asked as he leaned into the driver's side of his Bronco, which was originally his dad's but his mom passed it down to him when he got his license. We had finished up for the day and hung up our gear in the respective locker rooms, so now it was around dinnertime. I sighed before responding, "I can't tonight, I'm sorry. Dad insisted I come home and spend time with everyone, so can't break my old man's heart."

"You're totally fine, another time surely," Bradley says as he and I exchanged a hug before he entered his car and shouted, "Have fun!"

"I will!" I yelled back with a smile as he pulled out the parking spot before I dropped it and sighed. I have a lot of courage to serve in the Navy, but not enough to admit my crush on Bradley, great.

After I arrived, I entered the house to be tackled into a hug by my nieces and nephews. I hugged each of them before I hear Mom calling them off and telling them to go somewhere else before she pulled me into a hug. I tried to pull away before I feel her hold tighten, "Mom, I need air."

"Well, I missed you, so I'm holding you a little longer," Mom said as I laugh a little before I tapped her arm to let me go, it was a few minutes later she did. After I pulled out of her embrace, I look over at the dining room entrance to see Dad standing there with a smile on his face, and moved my eyes down to the scarf around his neck, which hides the tracheotomy he had to get to be able to breathe due to his battle with throat cancer, which he was now in remission from.

"Hey Dad," I whisper as I walked over to him in his open arms and he wrapped them tightly around me as he whispered back into my head, "Glad to see my sweet girl." before kissing me on the forehead.

"Glad to see you too, how have you been doing?" I asked as I pulled away to face him to see him brush my question to tell me, "I only want to hear about how you've been, but let's do it over dinner and then we'll dance a little and listen to some songs."

"Sounds like a plan, Iceman," I respond with a smile and salute as he returns the same gesture before commanding, "At ease, Glacier."

Later that night, we danced to The Beatles and Queen, and after I felt all danced out, I softly sang along to "Dreams" by Fleetwood Mac, hoping somewhere, my soulmate will be hearing the tune I do.

"It's only right that you should play the way you feel it. But listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness. Like a heartbeat, drives you mad. In the stillness of remembering what you had. And what you lost. And what you had. And what you lost."

"Oh, thunder only happens when it's raining. Players only love you when they're playing. They say, women, they will come and they will go. When the rain washes you clean, you'll know. You'll know."

[earlgreydream]

doubts.

| loki x reader | fluff |

anon requested. loki kinda degraded sub!reader and she scrunches up all tiny and sobs afterwards because she thought he meant what he said

cw: slightly smutty, slightly angsty

You begged Loki to let you come, fighting against the magical restraints your dom had placed around your wrists and ankles. 

“Oh, you want to come so bad you’re crying? You desperate, pathetic whore. You’re so fucking filthy, have you no shame?” Loki sneered, the words sending arousal pooling deep in your belly, even though you fought against it. Your body jolted at the slap administered to your inner thigh, a pained cry escaping your lips. 

You’d been acting up and testing Loki’s patience, which is what earned you this punishment, your pleasure being dangled in front of you, just out of reach. You’d broken his rules, and he’d had enough of your attitude. 

“Come now before I change my mind,” Loki’s tone was dangerous, and the pressure inside of you shattered. He followed your lead, finishing inside of you before he pulled out and made the restraints vanish. 

As the pleasure wore off, his words echoing in your mind, You desperate, pathetic whore. You’re so fucking filthy, have you no shame?

Loki stood off of the bed, going to run you a hot shower. As soon as he’d stepped away, a sob tore through your chest, your shoulders heaving as you cried. You curled up in a ball, feeling small and alone on his massive bed. 

Loki heard you crying, and he felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest. He abandoned the shower and ran to your side, kneeling down on the bed. You looked so tiny and fragile, folding in on yourself. His chest ached when he heard your soft sounds and saw the way your hands trembled as you tugged at your hair, trying to self-soothe. He reached out to pull your hands away, wanting to keep you from anxiously tearing the hair from your sensitive head.

“My darling-” his voice cracked when you jerked away from him. You hiccuped on your broken sobs as they wrecked you, emotion flooding every last thought and turning you into a mess. 

Loki’s magic sparked around you, cleaning you up and leaving you both in loose clothing. The green shimmer surrounded you, Loki’s fruitless attempt to touch you without frightening you. It was warm, and seemed to buzz with its own life, but didn’t make you feel any better. 

“My darling, have I hurt you? Tell me whatever is wrong so that I may fix it,” Loki begged, wanting nothing more than to pull you into his arms. 

“Don’t touch me, please,” you tried to catch your breath, wanting to get your keys and leave. 

He sank back, giving you space. His eyes were concerned and sad, and he fought against the urge to pierce into your mind, ripping the truth from you. The door vanished from the wall as you tried to run out, and you whipped around to face the god, who was kneeling on the bed and looking wounded. There was no exit, Loki keeping you contained to the bedroom until your devastation was resolved. 

“Y/N, I won’t let you leave when you’re so upset. You cannot drive safely. If you wish, I can take you anywhere you want to go,” Loki fretted, and though you knew he was right, you only grew more and more upset. 

“Come to me, darling,” Loki opened his arms, the authority in his voice making you comply. You knew this was a fight you couldn’t win. You’d end up in Loki’s arms confessing your pain whether by his will, or your own.

Your sobs broke his heart, and he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you down into his lap. He held you firmly, and eventually your struggling subsided as you let yourself weep against his chest. 

“Please don’t make me pry the truth out of you,” Loki begged softly into your hair. He didn’t want to add to your pain, he only wanted to fix it. He was very aware that sifting through your mind to take your private thoughts was something that made you feel extremely violated. He wanted you to tell him on your own, but he wouldn’t let you keep such heartbreaking secrets from him. 

“Y-you... did you mean what you said about me? That I was pathetic, and d-desperate and a whore?” You sobbed out, stammering over your words.

“Oh, oh my goodness. My darling, I am so sorry. I never meant any of that. I thought you understood I just said it in the scene... please my love, I adore you more than all of the stars. Never think you are not the most perfect, beautiful, eloquent, and lovely person in my eyes. I love you, I will never say such horrible things again.” Tears flowed freely down Loki’s face. You were startled, unused to seeing raw emotion from him, especially not guilt. It hadn’t occurred to you that the words Loki had spoken were just part of the scene, part of the sex you were having. He wasn’t typically fond of degradation, but he was experimenting in the moment, never expecting it to be received as genuine. 

There was no room for doubt in his words. He meant his love then, and he would spend the rest of his life proving his love to you.

His strong arms cradled you against his body, trying to hold you together.

“I’m so sorry, so sorry,” he breathed apologies like a repetitive prayer.

You listened to his heartbeat, letting the rhythm slow your racing mind. Your sobs eventually subsided, calmed by the steady circles of his hand on your back.

“I forgive you,” your lips moved against the underside of his jaw.

“Please always stop me, tell me then, if anything at all makes you feel even the slightest bit unsafe. I never want you to feel this way again, certainly not at my fault,” Loki begged, and you nodded before burying your face back in him.

“Do you still love me?”

“I love you the most,” you promised.

Loki talked you into staying the night, doting on you to the point you were almost smothered. His magic conjured everything you wanted, even in the back of your thoughts.

“Do you want to go get some?” He asked, and you turned, tilting your head in confusion.

“To Paris. For the macarons.”

“You’re reading my thoughts,” you sighed softly, but a smile graced your expression as you kissed him.

“No, I’m sleepy. Maybe tomorrow?” You asked, and he nodded, sweeping you off your feet and carrying you back to bed.

You situated yourself in his arms, your back against his chest. His larger frame shielded you, wrapping you in safety and warmth. You slept soundly with him, the pain and uncertainty from the afternoon long gone and replaced by his love.

The smell of coffee rose you out of your sleep. Your eyes took a few moments to adjust to the soft light spilling in through the windows, and you sat up, suddenly realizing you weren’t in Loki’s bedroom at his apartment, where you’d fallen asleep.

“Loki?!” You called, and he leaned in the doorway.

“Good morning. I didn’t mean to frighten you. We took a short trip in your sleep. We’re at my Paris flat.”

You smiled, stretching your arms above your head as you yawned. Loki put a coffee in your hands, leaning down and kissing your forehead.

“If I cry will you spoil me more often?” You teased lightly, and he shot you his signature dom look of warning, making you shudder.

“It breaks my heart to see you cry, my darling,” Loki’s tone was apologetic, guilt still left over from the day before. You squeezed his arm as you sipped your coffee.

“I’m okay,” you swore, earning another kiss from your lover.

“Mm. Finish that up and we’ll go to the patisserie down the street.”

“Yes, sir.”

He smiled, happy you were cheered up and back to normal. He moved his fingers and a pretty sundress appeared hanging on the back of the washroom door for you, delicate white flats placed below.

“Dressing me up like your little doll?”

“Careful, or I will dress you, after I get that attitude in line.”

“I love the dress. And I can put it on by myself,” you apologized, pecking his lips before walking to the bathroom.

You returned in the sundress, a white beret adorning your head along with it. You relished in the bright smile Loki rewarded you with. In a shimmer of green, he was dressed in pastels that matched your own. You loved to see him in casual clothes instead of the Asgardian armor he frequently wore, and he indulged you for this small Parisian vacation. 

“You look stunning, my darling.”

Giggles erupted from your lips, making Loki’s heart soften. He dipped his head down to kiss you, making your nose scrunch up in the cutest way that he loved. His long, slender fingers folded with yours, holding your hand as the two of you made your way out of the flat and onto the bustling street. You were thankful for the sunny weather, greatly improving your mood from the rough night in New York’s rain. 

“Feeling better?”

“Much,” you nodded.

“Let’s get some crepes. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect, Loki.”

The young god pecked your lips before pushing you inside of a patisserie. 

“Salut,” the girl working called to the two of you as the bell clinged on the door.

“Darling, what would you like? We can take some macarons to go,” Loki asked, pointing to the pastries behind the glass.

You chose a few, and Loki rattled off your order in French to the shopkeeper, taking the bag from her and moving you to sit at a table in the corner for your crepes. 

“Can we stay in Paris for a couple of days? Just us, not any of the distractions from New York,” you asked, leaning your head against his shoulder and accepting the bite he fed you. 

“Most certainly.” He kissed the sugar off of your lips before the two of you left for a park with your snacks for later. Loki held your hand as you walked along a low stone wall beside him, your eyes level with the extra height. 

“Y/N, you must know that you are so, so terribly loved.”

You turned and snaked your arms around his neck, looking deep into his crystal blue eyes.

“I do not doubt your love, Loki.”