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[intoxicated-chan]

Come Back to Me, It’s Almost Easy

✿ฺ Paring ➳❥ Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader

✿ฺ Summary ➳❥ Memories from his past come back to haunt him. Reminding him of how much he’s failed.

✿ฺ (A/n) ➳❥ Inspired by “Almost Easy” by Avenged Sevenfold. I’m in the mood for some heavy angst. Requests are open!!

✿ฺ Word Count ➳❥ 870

✿ฺ Content Warnings ➳❥ Female reader, heavy angst, major character death, sleep deprivation, death, blood, light violence…

“You have a choice between saving one person or saving every world.”

Miguel knew it all too well. He’s gone through it just like every other Spider-Man, so it’s nothing new. He should’ve expected it coming which is why he never really reacted or mourned his losses.

He knows what’s coming, which means he shouldn’t have felt this awful about himself. It was almost easy for him to move on from everyone else, but the loss of the most important people broke him.

He can easily tell other Spider-Mans that it’s part of the job, so get up and continue doing what you’re doing. But when he’s asked to do it, he can’t help but cry out loud, the feeling of going crazy by asking him to forget everything. He can’t do that.

But the way he held you in his arms, the way your fingers weakly grazed his face… He won’t forget the way he begged you to stay with him, and how shameful he felt when he realized that no matter how different he chose to do things, it was always going to be the same.

“You’ve been awake for almost 48 hours, Miguel.” Peter B. told him, Mayday in his arms as he watched Miguel struggle to stay awake, “Maybe you should take a break?”

“M’fine.” Miguel nearly pulled at his hair, huffing heavily as he stared into the screen, “Everything is fine.”

“I asked if you were fine, not everyone else.”

“And I said that I am fine.” Miguel growled at Peter B. “And besides, don’t you have better things to do than bother me?”

“I’m just worried about you, Miguel.” Peter B. stepped closer but remained a good distance just in case, “Everyone else is worried, even Miles. We’re here for you.”

“And I said…” Miguel slammed his hands on his desk, “Leave me be!” Snapping at Peter B. without even looking at him, “I don’t need you breathing on my back.”

“Okay, okay.” Peter B. mumbled, hurrying off before Mayday could begin to cry.

But Miguel didn’t react, he remained hunched over at his desk. Watching as multiple screens popped up and then closed by Lyla. His eyes had started to burn, and he began to slump over his desk and maybe, fall asleep.

But the second he felt fingers running through his hair, it caused him to abruptly stand up. He scanned every inch of the room… But he was all alone.

“Miguel?” He flinched, “Are you sure you’re okay?” He then huffed after a minute, learning that it was Lyla who just spoke to him.

“Just perfect.” He heavily sighed, “Everything is perfect. Not like I’ve lost an entire family in an instant. So yeah, I think I’m doing good.”

He hears Lyla sigh, “Get some sleep.” She said but sounded like a demand, “I won’t say it again.”

He thought about the scenario over again, what mistakes he made and how easily the warning signs showed from the start. If he had never let his guard down, his family would still be alive.

Miguel sighed once more. He had to apologize to Peter B. and fast, it wasn’t his fault, he was just worried about him.

“Now do you believe me?” You softly spoke as you watched Miguel cradle his daughter in his arms, “See? You aren’t hurting her.”

“I guess I should believe you more often.” Miguel softly spoke as she began to sleep in his arms, “Thank you, (Y/n).”

“For what?”

“For giving me a chance.”

“Anything for you, Miguel. You deserve the world.”

He shouldn’t have. He never should have believed that it was all true. Pushing away his mindset and letting him fall into the beautiful feeling of love. If he didn’t, then you’d be continuing your life that didn’t involve him.

“Stay with me, (Y/n)!” Miguel cried, his tears streaming down his face, “The ambulance is almost here! Just hold on a bit longer!” But the ambulance isn’t in his sight. So, carefully, he began to stand, still holding onto you.

“Don’t.” You cough, “I need you to promise me, Miguel.��� He feels your hand come up to his face, weakly trying to wipe away the tears, “Take care of her Miguel…”

He drops to his knees, “Don’t say that!” You laid on the ground, his hands coming up to cup your face.

“She’ll need her father.”

“I can’t do this without you!”

“Let her know that her mother will always love her…” You cough, then cough again, and then again until he sees blood spilling from your mouth, “No matter what happens.”

“Stop! Please!” He begs you.

“And know that forever, I’ll always love you…” Your voice gets weaker by the second, your vision begins to fade, “No matter how far you go. I’ll be here.”

He remembered the sounds of the sirens. How hard it took him to force himself to put his mask on as he watched the medical technicians try to help you.

And so, Miguel stopped wishing for a lot of things. But there was always one wish… If he could go back in time to fix things, could he be able to have the family he wished for?

© 2023 Intoxicated-Chan, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without permission.

[fuyine]

Prompt: When you try to open the door on your own.

warnings!!! excessive fluff, all characters are aged 18+, timeskips! preferably, please read with a grain of salt.

Pairings: kuroo tetsurou, bokuto kotarou, akaashi keiji, kageyama tobio, tsukishima kei x fem!reader (separately)

You dare to put your tiny hands on the car handle around this guy? Oh no, no, no. That was a big mistake.

Before you could fully swing the passenger door open, Tetsu's hand immediately halted you by gripping the door frame behind you with a 'HUH' face.

"What do you think you're doing, princess?" he asked, his brows wrinkling in annoyance at your attempt to open the door yourself—a task you were perfectly capable of.

With minimal effort, he shut the door when you let go of the handle and then swung it back open, adding an open palm gesture with his free hand as if showing you the way inside.

"I'm here for a reason, princess," he said, shutting the door once you got in and immediately walking around the car to the driver's side.

Meanwhile, you sat there in the passenger seat, sweating slightly, fighting the urge to tell him that you were capable of doing it yourself, only to feel a hand on your thigh, squeezing it softly as if to stop you from protesting.

"Not a word from you," he started, giving you another squeeze as he buckled his seatbelt before removing his hand to plug in the car key and start the engine. "And don't even think about stepping out of the car if I'm not the one who opened it for you."

I swear, when this man is around, he won't even let you open something if he knows he can do it for you.

When you try to be independent around this guy, things get turned upside down, and his teammates wonder what happened—why his shoulders are slumped, why he's flaking out so much during practice.

Safe to say, you unleashed the emo Bokuto. Acts of service are second to his love language—he's a sucker for physical touch. He would do almost anything for you, even if you didn't ask.

Opening doors has been a habit of his since you two started dating. Even on your dates, he insists on being the one to open the doors and waits for you to head inside first.

Talk about chivalrous, but he's just a pure guy who's been showered with his older sister's affection and knows how to treat women well.

But the time you left for work in a hurry, kissing his cheek goodbye and making your way out the front door, he ran after you to open it, only to have the door slam shut in his face.

Poor Kou. Surely, you didn't mean any harm and were just in a rush. However, make sure to talk with this guy once you get home.

In contrast to Bokuto, being independent around this guy is no problem. He knows you can handle things on your own.

However, there are instances when his hand lands first on the handle, and he says things like,

"I'll do it, love."

"Your hands are full, let me."

"I know your pinky finger was open, but I doubt it can compare to the weight of this door, sweetheart."

It's a healthy relationship all the way, but deep down he secretly wants you to depend on him once in a while whenever he's around.

Give this guy a medal.

"Dumbass. Idiot. Boke." I can imagine him chanting these words as he followed you down the hall from behind while you carried two large boxes—probably heading to the student council.

He knows you can handle it, but the moment he saw you walking straight towards the closed door of the council room and struggling to open it with one hand, he darted out of his hiding spot and slammed the door open for you.

Blinking at the sudden noise, you tilted to the side of the boxes that were obscuring your view, only to see him standing beside you and the open door.

He merely looked down at you, wanting to smile, but not wanting to scare you off, he decided to walk away as if nothing had happened, grumbling.

Unable to process his words, you stood there with the heavy boxes in front of the now-open council room and watched his figure descend down the staircase.

What made you think he'd open the door for you?

He enjoyed seeing you struggle to open the door with your hands full of items he'd told you to drop off, suggesting you take turns coming back to get them.

But you were too stubborn and hard-headed to act dependent and admit he was right. You scooped up all your stuff with both hands before heading to your destination, only to be blocked by a door.

Struggling not to drop anything, you grumbled in annoyance while a snicker from behind approached you.

"What, can't your short hands reach the handle?" he remarked, brows quirked as he reached for the handle from behind you, towering over your midget size and clearly noticing the height difference as he twisted the doorknob open.

"There you go, Thumbelina," he smirked, swinging the door open and placing a hand on his hip. Seeing your furrowed brows and noticing how you were biting your tongue to keep from giving a snarky remark only heightened his amusement.

"Not being appreciative, are we?" his smirk grew wider.

I swear, he finds enjoyment in your predicaments of being independent.

requests are open!

[cosmicmunsonwrites]

some mistakes get made

pairing(s): bf!rafe cameron x gf!fem!reader

warnings: smut, spanking, cock warming, overprotective rafe, praise, unprotected sex

summary: after sneaking out to a party you knew rafe wouldn’t allow you to go to, you come home to a very angry boyfriend.

authors note: i literally wrote this in 20 minutes so it might suck

not edited ..

do not copy my works. i do not condone rewrites, translations, or edited versions. all my content is my content that i wrote.

not my gif

“rafe please, please baby. ‘m sorry,” you cried. “i promise i’ll never do it again.”

he laughed and held your hips down tighter against his, making you squirm and your legs shake. “i know you won’t. unless you wanna go through this again.”

“please, do something. anything. just move,” you begged weakly. you were frustrated. extremely frustrated just sitting there on his lap with his cock stuffed deep inside you.

he tsked. “watch the movie, baby.”

you slyly began to roll your hips, trying to alleviate the pressure in your stomach. he slapped your ass harder than the previous times, making you jump and lean in closer to him.

the tears began flowing down your cheeks. you’d been sitting like this for an hour now and you wanted him to move so bad. you’d do anything to feel him moving inside you. “please, rafe. i want you so bad.”

“yeah? just like you wanted to go to that party real bad?” he asked, his hand wrapping around your throat and forcing you to look at him. “get off me and lay down over my legs.”

you whined when he slipped out of you and left you with an empty feeling but hurried to lay over the tops of his legs with your ass up and bare stomach over his skin. before you could apologize any further, both hands came smacking down on your cheeks.

you jolted forward, crying even harder at the sting it left behind. “go ahead, baby. count em’ out for me.”

you weakly blurted out numbers all the way to 20. and by now, your ass was a fiery shade of red and it stung like hell. “bend over the couch,” he ordered.

you whimpered as you pushed yourself off his legs and kneeled down onto the carpeted floor beside him. you bent over at the waist, your top half laying on the cushioned couch while your knees dug into the carpet and your ass was on display.

“now you knew not to go to that party, correct?” he asked. you nodded.

that earned you another slap to your already burning ass. “yes,” you sobbed. “i did.”

“but you snuck out anyway. how many times did i tell you not to go?”

you hid your face in your arms. “five.”

“that’s right,” he said as his hands soothed over your burning skin. “and now, you’re gonna cum for me five times. and you’re gonna take everything i give you and not be a little brat about it, got that pretty girl?”

you nodded and gulped when you felt his warmth behind you. “yes.”

“good girl,” he mumbled before stuffing you full in one thrust. “see, baby. i knew you knew how to listen.”

he began thrusting into you roughly, driving your hips into the couch and making you cry out.

his hands found purchase on your ass as he pounded into you. you whimpered loudly at the sting his hands were causing against your already bruised flesh.

“rafe,” you cried out. “rafe please. i’m—‘m sorry. i swear.”

he stopped for a moment, pushing his hips as close as they could go to yours. “remember what i said, baby? take what i give you. don’t start with that apologizing bullshit.”

you cried harder when he began pounding into you again, triggering your first orgasm when he hit that spot inside you that had your toes curling and legs shaking.

you were in for a long night.

[anakinsposts]

chad meeks martin x reader

prompt: reader lives with sam and tara in new york. she’s been in the friend group for years and is very close with chad, who is extremely protective of her. he’s always had a thing for her but never brought it up due to the fear he would ruin the friendship, until one night..an innocent game of truth or dare changes things

warnings: SMUT, p in v, making out, praise kink, riding, no condom, dirty talk, kinda slowburn but not rlly?

side note: I haven’t written smut in a while so sorry if this sucks! also I did not proofread so sorry for mistakes.

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It was a cold October night in New York. Your friends, Tara, Sam, Mindy, Annika, Ethan and Chad were all sat around the coffee table that was covered in the condensation from each one of your drinks. The sound of the TV was playing softly in the background as you all laughed, playing a game of truth or dare.

You had successfully made it through three rounds of the game without having to do something embarrassing. Granted, you chose truth everytime, which Mindy was not pleased with.

“Come on, you HAVE to choose dare this time.” Annika and the others agreed with her. “Says who?” you asked. “It’s the rules of the game.”

“Since when?” you laughed. “Since right now, i’m making it a new rule.”

“I don’t remember taking a vote on making you game maker.” you bantered.

“Everyone in favor of making me game maker take a sip of your drink.” Mindy said, watching with anticipation as everyone took sips of their drink. “Even you, Chad? I thought you had my back,” you whined at him. He smiled.

“Normally I would be against whatever my sister says buuut, you are the only one here who hasn’t done a dare yet,” he said. “Fine, I choose dare,” you gave in despite all efforts.

You knew by the look on her face that Mindy had something up her sleeve. “I dare you…” she started, giving it thought before looking between me and Chad. “I dare you and Chad to go into the bedroom and make out.”

Chad chimed in before you could, “Mindy that is so inappropriate.” You agreed. “Give me something else.”

“Nope..sorry those are the rules and since you all voted me game maker…what I say goes.” Mindy said, visibly pleased with her dare. “Hurry along now…i’m getting impatient.” She finished. The others piped in, pushing you to do it as if there wasn’t enough pressure already.

You sighed, looking at Chad with pleading eyes, hoping for him to step in and save you. Instead, he did the opposite. “Let’s go,” he said, standing up and holding out his hand. You hesitated but ultimately grabbed his hand as he helped you stand up.

Your hands stayed connected as he led you back to your bedroom. He allowed you to go in first, shutting the door behind him once he entered and leaned against it. His tall stature was almost the same height as the door frame. You sat on the edge of the bed, heart beating a mile a minute.

This was probably the first time in all the years you’ve been friends, that you and Chad had been alone in a room before. To say there were some unsaid feelings between you to would be an understatement. You’ve always had a thing for him, you loved the way he was so caring and protective over you. He treated you like a little sister, which was another reason you felt like he would never see you in a romantic way. Strictly platonic.

But the energy in your bedroom tonight was different than anything you experienced before. There was a sexual heaviness in the air and you couldn’t explain why. Chad didn’t take his eyes off you, he could tell you were deep in thought.

“Hey…you know we don’t have to do anything, right? I just brought you in here so Mindy would shut up,” he said, walking over from the door to sit beside you on the bed.

This brought some relief— but at the same time, it made your heart sink. There was a small part of you that wanted to kiss Chad, to feel his lips move against yours, to feel his hands linger on your body, to pull you on his lap while he explored your mouth, and eventually fuck you until you were cumming on his cock.

But that was a fantasy and you knew it. A fantasy that only occurred in your dreams and would most likely never become a reality. “Well, thank you for saving me.” you smiled, turning to make eye contact with him. “Anytime,” he smiled back. Fuck, you loved that stupid smile.

“I think ‘game maker Mindy’ is going to be pissed when she finds out we didn’t do anything,” you joked. “We’ll just have to convince her that we did.”

You gave him a questionable look. “For starters..we need to mess up your hair,” he said before taking his hands and roughing up your hair. You laughed in the process.

“Perfect, now you need a hickey or something.” You questioned him again. “If you think i’m burning myself with a curling iron..think again.”

“I can just give you one,” he chuckled. Your lower stomach fluttered. “I’m pretty sure that’s more intimate that actually making out,” you told him. “No, let me show you,” he said bluntly. You said nothing, but the look in your eyes was saying something totally different and Chad noticed.

He slowly took your hair and moved it behind your ear, exposing the soft skin of your neck. He leaned over slowly. Despite both of you sitting down, the height difference was still there. You let out barely audible sigh when he lips connected with your neck.

He left soft kisses over the skin, kissing up to your ear and back down to your collarbone. You involuntarily grabbed his arm and squeezed it, before he stopped at the most visible spot on your neck and began sucking.

Somewhere along the way, his hand had rested on your mid-thigh, rubbing and squeezing here and there. He didn’t do it for long before pulling away. He admired the reddish, purple mark he left, a smirk falling upon his lips. “Now, they will believe it.”

You were speechless. How could such a little act of affection, have you so fucking feral? You’re not exactly sure what came over you in that moment. “I like when you touch me,” you said innocently, looking down at his lips. “Yeah?” his smirk grew even bigger. “I like touching you.”

You both remained silent for a few seconds, trying to comprehend what the both of you just admitted. “Do you want me to touch you again?” he asked. You nodded. “Need to hear you say it baby.” It rolled off his tongue in the most sensual way. ‘Baby.’ replayed in your head over and over.

“Please…I want you to touch me,” you didn’t care how desperate you sounded and Chad was reeling over the use of ‘Please.’ Dirty thoughts flooding his mind.

He wasted no time leaning in to actually kiss you this time. It started out slow, because he wanted to give you time to back out if you needed. But you had no plans of doing so. It wasn’t until you let out a soft moan against his lips that he deepened the kiss.

His tongue slid in your mouth, fighting for dominance and easily winning. He couldn’t get enough of you. He pulled you onto his lap, hands resting on your sides as you made out for several minutes. A pool of wetness gathered in your panties, and you grinned yourself against him for some sort of friction.

“Chad..” you whined, desperately wanted more. “Can I take these off?” he referred to your pants. You nodded before he unbuckled your pants, lifting you up slightly so he could remove them. You also removed your shirt in the process.

It was embarrassing how soaked you were. He noticed the damp part of your pink panties. He smirked. “Stop smirking.”

“I just love how wet you are for me baby,” he said, fingers trailing down your stomach before reaching the top part of your panties. He looked at you for permission and you gave him a reassuring nod. He slipped his fingers below the fabric, finding your clit with ease and rubbing slow circles on it.

You moaned, feeling some release in your core from his touch. “Please don’t stop,” you whined.

“Mm, such a good girl..always using her manners,” he praised in your ear. He continued to rub you, adding a little more pressure. “I bet I could make you cum just doing this,” Chad said. “I know you’ve always had a little crush on me..I see the way you tense up when i’m near you, how you bite your lip while you look at my muscles, how red in the face you get when you see me talking to other girls.”

You couldn’t do anything but moan in response. You were seeing stars as he picked up the pace of his fingers, rubbing your clit faster and more aggressively. “Admit it to me y/n. Tell me how you feel about me.”

“I-I’ve wanted you for s-so long,” you sigh pleasurably. “Yeah? Tell me more.” God he was being so hot.

“Sometimes I touch myself at night to the thought of you.” You knew that would boost his ego like hell, but you didn’t care at this point. “Mm, I see. You’ve thought about cumming on my cock? Screaming my name while I fuck you numb?”

“Yes..n-need more Chad,” you moaned. He removed his hand, before reaching down to remove his own pants. His cock was painfully hard at hearing your confessions. He was honestly dumbfounded by the fact that this was happening. Though he would never admit, there was not a day that went by where he didn’t think about fucking you.

You removed your panties, Chad’s eyes immediately glued to your pussy. “Fuck” he breathed out. You helped him remove his boxers, both of you now completely naked. You crashed your lips on his again, making out as you reached down to stroke his cock in your small hand, which barely wrapped around the width. The movements earning a deep groan from his lips.

“You’re so big,” you moaned into his mouth, hand moving up and down his cock faster. “Wanna feel it inside you?” he asked in between kisses. You nodded, he gave you a look of disapproval. “I wanna feel you inside me,” you told him, he was much more satisfied with that answer.

He pulled you back onto his lap, hand gripping your waist as you hovered over his cock. Chad positioned himself at your entrance and looked up at you for one last reassurance, just in case you wanted to stop.

You answered his question as you slowly slid down on his cock, just enough for the tip to go in. You could tell he was trying to keep composure. So were you.

He held your hips, guiding you down farther as you both moaned in sync at the feeling. “Oh..f-fuck,” you whine. “You’re so fucking tight baby,” he groaned. He was big, way bigger than anyone you’ve ever been with. The pain mixed with pleasure made you feel like you were going to explode.

Once every inch of him was inside you, he began moving you back and forth on his cock. Profanities spilled from both of your mouth, absolutely drunk with pleasure. You rested your hands on his shoulders for support as you rode him. “Look at me when you ride me,” he demanded.

You moaned, meeting his eyes, sending you closer to the edge. “You’re doing so good baby, taking me so good..” he moaned, throwing his head back. You both continued like this for several minutes, before he took your arms and held them behind your back, leaning back and beginning to pound into you relentlessly.

“Fuck…fuck..fuck…don’t stop…please don’t stop,” you moaned louder as he thrusted like there was no tomorrow. “You’re making me feel so good y/n,” he said, “Fuck, I could do this all fucking night…make you stay on my cock forever.” His dirty words only pushed you closer and closer. He thrusted harder even though you weren’t sure how it was possible.

You core ached with the need for release. You could feel him deep in your stomach, every thrust deeper bringing you to the brink of collapse. “C-chad…g-gonna cum..”

“Me too baby, me too..” he assured you. Letting go of your arms, he reached between your bodies and began rubbing your clit. The overstimulation too much for you to handle. “Wanna feel you cum on my cock..” he said, rubbing your clit faster and fucking you harder as you came undone.

“Mm that’s right..Good girl…cum for me baby…fuck I love the way you’re squeezing me..” he talked you through the orgasm before reaching his own..

He wanted to pull out but there was a part of him, the sick, selfish and dirty part of him, that wanted to cum inside your pussy.

You knew he was on the edge, you could feel the way his cock throbbed inside you. He let out small whimpers as he felt the pleasure overtake him. Without giving it much thought, you said “Want you to cum inside me.”

He didn’t try to ask if you were sure, with the fear that you would take back what you said. Instead, his warm cum spilled inside you, coating every inch of your walls while moaning your name.

He thrusted a few more times before coming to a stop, but he didn’t pull out. You collapsed in his arms, listening to the faint sound of his rapid heartbeat that got slower as you both came down from the high.

“I can’t believe you just let me do that,” he laughs. “Honestly, me either..but it felt right,” you admit. He pulled out of you, “Spread your legs.” he told you as he sat up. You didn’t question it, you just did what he said. He watched as the white cum slowly dripped out of your hole. “Looking at my cum drip out your little pussy…yeah it was definitely the right decision.”

You blushed with embarrassment. “I never knew you were so naughty,” you laughed. “Baby, this isn’t even close to how naughty I can be,” he said with all seriousness.

A few minutes passed and you both got dressed, Chad helped you get cleaned up before leaving the room. To be honest, you had completely forgot the others still existed. Chad wrapped his arm around you as you walked back to your friends.

“Match-maker Mindy has done it again!” Mindy said, proud of herself, knowing she orchestrated this whole thing. “But I absolutely NEVER want to hear the foul and absolutely disgusting things I just heard in that bedroom.”

“Well thanks to you…you get to hear it every single night,” Chad said before both of you joined back at the coffee table for another round of truth or dare.

AU: CHAD IS DEF THE TYPE TO TALK U THROUGH IT AND I STAND BY THAT

[aklaustaleteller]

Should've Known

When fate made them stumble across each other in an art shop, Y/n should've known that what was coming with Klaus couldn't be anything more than an affair because of her true identity. And yet when she fled town, Y/n hadn't expected the news of a grave mistake made by Klaus' own town to shatter her heart into so many pieces that she’d just let them lay.

Warnings - mentions of death, and a description of an intimate moment. Word Count - 1.3k

I'm so sorry but here I am, serving you guys with another two part-er (I deeply apologise) Part two should be out withing two days and eeek I'm so excited to write it! Hope you all enjoy this one until then <3

Update: You can now read part two here!

This was the second time that their eyes had locked since Y/n had entered the shop, and their mouths instinctively shared a smile once again. Klaus quite simply couldn’t stop looking at her, she was so mesmerising that he wished she didn’t keep catching him every time his eyes would drift onto her to drink in her dreamy sight. 

Her hair was half up and half down, intricate patterns designed like a labyrinth with the sinister intent to hypnotise the one looking, which Klaus very easily was. His eyes trailed down further and met with her eyes, only they were looking down at something while a small frown sat between her brows. Her nose led him lower and then his gaze landed on her mouth, on her lips that looked so pillowy and compelling, their corners lifting up in a smile making Klaus lift up his eyes with a defeated smile that gave away his realisation that he’d been caught staring again. 

She shook her head, a soft laugh escaping her mouth before she went over to the elderly man to pay him for the art supplies she’d collected. She was a piece of art herself, Klaus thought as he saw her leaving but not before passing him a last smile. 

He came back to that art shop more and more frequently then, hoping to see her there but returned home every single time with disappointment weighing his heart lower and lower into his stomach. He just wished to see her again, and again, and again. She was all that was on his mind and with her portrait beginning to lose colour in his memory, he was pathetically desperate to see her again. 

But as he went inside the shop again for the insurmountable time, Klaus’ nose caught a scent that immediately made his eyes light up. This was her fragrance and  once his gaze had lifted, it immediately landed on her already looking and very gently waving at him. 

Klaus smiled at that, focusing his attention on the floor for a bit as he tried to hide his blush and giddiness at finally seeing her again. She looked the same, if not even more alluring because of the green coloured clothing she was dressed in, the colour fading into different shades as her dress poofed and flowed down to meet the ground. 

He nodded at her, his smile not once leaving his mouth as he picked up a set of paint brushes to buy along with a paint set of which the colours fit her appearance the most – which had him staring at her again and again to make sure he wouldn’t mess up any hue. On the other end, Y/n picked a sketchbook and a set of pencils before going back to the front to pay for it. 

Klaus came out soon after her, watching as she paid and left the shop. Klaus hurried to pay for his stuff as well, rushing outside to not miss her, only to find her standing there, waiting for him with the slyest of smiles he’d ever seen. 

As if their eyes had spoken for a brief moment, Klaus’ feet began following hers down the dirt trail that led to a large field bordering a shimmering river. Neither of them uttered a single word on the way, only Y/n glancing back every once in a while to make sure Klaus was still with her. 

It was when Y/n sat herself down by the river when she looked up at him and patted the spot beside her, “come sit,” she added, her voice so soft that Klaus instantly obliged. 

“I’d like to get to know you,” she said, looking him in the eyes with the purest of looks. “Tell me, do you paint as well?” 

Klaus looked ahead of him, a smile stretching his lips as he nodded. “Yes,” he whispered, as if maintaining the peace they had surrounding them. “I don’t think I would survive if I ever stopped,” continuing, he looked back at her only to find her beginning a sketch.

But that didn’t stop her from confabulating further with him. They talked until the sun had begun setting and Y/n suggested it best that they parted ways and reached home before it got entirely dark. She’d mirrored Klaus’ sad expression before she’d leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek, which had him profusely blushing. 

“Meet me here again, if you decide that perhaps, I didn’t tire you so much of myself,” she’d laughed, allowing Klaus to pull her up from the ground and telling him that he should come if he wanted to see the sketch so badly, earning a laugh from him. 

Since that day, they’d met up several other times to share long walks and steal sweet kisses from eachother. They had officially been meeting up for a fortnight when they shared a bed, his skin on hers without any barrier as they relished in eachother’s warmth erotically enough to make them lose their breaths.

Their meetups had admittedly been growing more and more frequent until that night, and from then on, they found themselves meeting everyday, doing everything and nothing away from all prying eyes. 

But the prying eyes were slowly turning into suspicious gazes as the news about Vampires spread in the town and Klaus was growing more and more tense that they were going to take Y/n away from him and stake her, bringing anxiety into their relationship but she always managed to make him forget about his worries every time he met with her, which now happened after longer time periods because of the dark fate looming over them like dark clouds. 

Long gone were the days spent down by the river, hidden in long grass or camouflaged among wildflowers. Now they met up under the blindness of the night sky, moonlight directing to them their paths to each other and Klaus would end up sobbing in her neck almost every single time while she mumbled sweet nothings into his ear, telling him that she’d forever stay with him in the sketchbooks he had filled up to the brims with her portraits.

On their last night together, she’d told him that she’d always be watching over him from the same dark sky that they were laying under and usher to him her stories through the winds. She’d kissed on every inch of his body, every muscle that flexed under her touch and every spot on his face, letting him kiss her lips until neither of them could breath and their mouths hurt. Until she’d come undone under him and he’d fallen on top of her with the faintest tears brimming on the rims of his eyes. 

“I love you, Niklaus Mikaelson. I always have, and I always will,” she whispered and pressed her mouth against his to punctuate her promise. She couldn’t understand why she was so hurt – this was just an affair, something that couldn’t last forever because she was a vampire and her lover was a human.

She should’ve seen their paths diverging a long time ago, and yet, another tear slipped past her eyes and into her ear.

“Always and forever?” Klaus questioned her, his tears mixing with hers as he rested his forehead on hers. And when she nodded with the saddest and littlest smile on her mouth, Klaus knew it was time to go.

Y/n had stayed there a little longer,  reminiscing over her life before she sped out of town under everyone’s sniffing noses. 

But on his walk home, Kaus had walked into an alley where the men with lit pitchforks lighting their sight had put their suspecting gazes on him, believing that he was one of the Vampires making one of them shoot him out of the sheer freight that Klaus might’ve drained them of blood if he didn’t act fast enough.

And when the news reached Y/n, she heard her dead heart shatter into so many pieces that she just decided to let them lay instead of picking them up piece by piece to put together an ugly heart that had its love taken from it. 

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chapter 6. game day

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a/n: bye i wrote too much yk damn well this is NOT PROOFREAD

before you guys were given the green light to go on stage and take your places on the respective pc’s, you and your team were waiting in the lounges. you and sakura were studying map rotations while chaewon and eunchae were eating the snacks provided. yunjin was off talking to hanni in the hallway. you honestly were not that stressed for the tournament because you believe that you guys had gotten a good amount of time to prepare and have won for the past two years.

“you guys should listen to me and yn’s plan!” sakura calls out to chaewon, eunchae, and yunjin in the distance. her eyes still glued onto the screen, scanning for any new routes.

“these cookies are really good hold on” eunchae tries to dismiss sakura

“yunjin get an inside on the enemies plans!” you yell purposely loud so hanni could hear. you didn’t have anything against them and it was an honest attempt to create friendly banter.

“minji would gladly tell you!” a faint voice returns. yunjin turns her head to look at you and silently laugh which was cut short with a security guards loud voice from outside the rooms.

“le sserafim! you guys are on in 3 minutes, hurry and follow me” his voice spiked adrenaline within you, all the previous nervousness vanished.

1st game

after greeting the opposing team and the audience you all sit down and converse for one last moment before you all start competing.

“i’ll go dive while dps flank from the left of point” sakura who is sitting in the middle of your teams row.

“chaewon you cover yunjin and kazuha while i heal sakura and eunchae” you look at chaewon, making sure she listens to the plan. not wanting a repeat of what happened last year where chaewon had misheard you and ended up on the other side of the map, still winning somehow.

“and now they have 40 seconds until the game will officially start” the announcer says over the loudspeaker, the audience cheering louder.

the first 3 minutes of the match were pretty easy, you were up against a newly formed esports team, no chemistry between them if you were honest. it was point capture and you were more than 50% done with capturing the first point, you shot reassuring glances to your teammates to assure your guys stance. the other teams efforts were definitely there but there was a lack of communication between them. every small observation you all made was voiced in the voice chat, there was always constant chatting. but from the opposing team, near dead silent. though that just meant an easy win.

eunchae shrugging, “a win is a win” followed by yunjin laughing and sukura nudging eunchae’s arm.

after the round both teams stood up and waved to the crowd while they cheered.

2nd game

you as a team (chaewon) came to the conclusion that following the same game plan as the last game was a poor decision, to be fair, it wouldn’t hurt to use a new plan.

“yn follow eunchae and get behind their team so me and kazuha can kill them off from the front and sakura can come from the side” yunjin announces while everyone messes around in the lobby before the game officially starts.

“yunjin they have a roadhog main could you pick someone besides bastion?” yunjin was notorious for being hooked off map when playing bastion due to his low mobility. it was an honest and harmless suggestion that you didn’t think yunjin would take into consideration.

“yn don’t start with me girl” she laughs as the doors open and everyone rushes out.

you always hated being commentated over and especially with hundreds of people watching.

“yn approaches close behind tank while the other teams is avoiding point” you could barely hear the announcer slightly through your headphones.

going against this team was definitely harder than the last, yet not challenging enough for you guys to break a sweat. as much as you loved trash talking with kazuha you had to resist when watching the enemy team make careless mistakes.

capturing the first point was a breeze, chaewons plan was pretty smart considering the enemy team had tried to counter your routes from the last game, but this only meant that for the next and final game of the day you would have to come up with a different route.

the second and final point to capture was fortunately more difficult to secure.

“shit guys ramattra has ult, chaewon use your sleep dart when he ults” you call to everyone’s attention.

“yeah i’m up on the railings here he doesn’t see me yet” she responds.

and just as you called, their ramattra ults unfortunately killing eunchae. the crowd screams as they believe this is the teams chance to turn the game around but chaewon shuts this down by sleep darting him, cancelling the ult. the crowd screaming louder as their teams gets wiped for a team kill. this was enough to get to 100% on the second point and winning the game.

once again standing up to wave and take in the applause only this time you noticed yunjin was waving extra hard and jumping. you tried to see who she was waving at and saw newjeans in the front row where other teams could watch the matches. she was waving at hanni based on how hanni was copying her enthusiasm. you looked at the rest of them and waved to show your respect because you knew you’d eventually face them and once you meet eyes with minji you can’t help but smile. it was funny to remember her attempts of getting at you and her awkwardness, you never turned her down, though your friends speculate differently.

3rd game

it had been your third game and though you and sakura would stay up for hours playing, this was exhausting. the adrenaline was wearing off and all you wanted to do was sleep but you still had such a long day ahead.

unfortunately your team did not capture the first point. kazuha sitting up in her chair and chaewon adjusting her volume. this meant that you had to capture the next and win the tie breaker. losing this match would mean le sserafim would be disqualified and you did not promote this event as much as you did to lose on the first day.

“guys regroup and go in from the left eunchae has ult” you order hoping to lighten the pressure amongst yourselves.

“just shake it off we got this play right here” yunjin sits up as she tries to land as many shots on the enemy tank as possible.

your biggest concern at the moment was keeping everyone alive, then getting a team kill can and will give them an advantage to win.

“eunchae ult when they turn the corner they’re bunched up!” you say leaning closer to the monitor.

as eunchae is told, she ults receiving a team kill. crowd cheering and screaming from the unexpected play. at that moment everyone got back in the zone and eased up.

“it all comes down to this last point! who will take home todays victory?” the announcer hypes up the crowd, all of newjeans crossing their hands together staring at the big screen. of course you can’t see but minji is focused in your character only. was it a way to have an advantage if you guys go against each other? or does she still have plans to ask you out at the first after party? who knows.

after the team kill the enemy team was out of their groove and fell apart due to desperation of getting on point and holding for as long as possible. a terrible way to go out but as eunchae says, “a win is a win”

you stood up for the last time and took in the applause, soaking in your victory. you could see kazuha and yunjin hugging and sakura taking a much needed water break. the announcer promoted both teams to shake hands and after some talking and reflections you guys headed back into your lounge.

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32 🔪 and 25🔪 for Jiro? I can't really see him calling someone pet names but I can see him mistaking obsessive feelings for scholar curiosity and maybe borderline stalking.

25🔪 “I know everything about you.”

32 🔪 “I’ve always been watching you, beloved”

Warning: yandere behavior, nsfw, masturbation

Jiro could see you with his eyes closed. Much like when you ask someone to picture an apple, in order to diagnose their level of aphantasia, if anyone asked him to close his eyes and picture anything to a level of near-perfection, he would picture you.

He knew every single detail of you. He kept notes on it, in fact. Notebooks upon notebooks of information about you. A stack of paper way thicker than your official patient file, because he included information that definitely did not need to be used when going through an anamnesis.

Sure, he duly noted the usual data. He knew about your health history, your family’s health history, your past medical records, your personal information and every symptom you may have ever had during his care. But hey, that’s to be expected - he was making daily check-ups on you after all.

However, he also knew which drinks you’d buy on a daily basis, your favorite little snacks and how often you’d bite your nails.

He knew how much caffeine you ingested everyday, the way you sighed loudly when you were tired and how you flipped your hair when you were annoyed.

He knew you hummed when you showered, he knew you mumbled when you slept and he knew the placement of every little mole and scar on your body.

Jiro knew everything about you. And a forgotten, mostly silent part of himself felt a bubbling pride over being the only one who could claim that.

He didn’t know who he was before his coma. He lost most memories and unlearned how to feel. Others would call him a mere husk of a human being, something incomplete, and Yuri seemed to find this greatly insulting; Jiro, however, would only blink. He didn’t know what it was to be or not to be human. What made anyone more human than the others, after all? Philosophy became much more of a hassle to understand after he woke up after all those months being half-dead.

But he knew that, amidst the muddled haze of emotions and thoughts, he had one purpose in that new life of his, besides being a doctor’s assistant - and that was to watch you. Something deep in his gut pushed him towards you.

His eyes would follow you everywhere and his feet would take him to your room. He rummaged through your things, analyzed your habits, and read your notes and diaries. He knew he should feel shame over invading your privacy, but there was none (or so he murmured to himself as he rubbed his own face, wiping off a smirk from his lips).

Jiro read all about your fear of mutating into something unknown and that, actually, he could understand. He wouldn’t be able to observe you if you became an anomaly, after all. He needed to find a way to keep you as you are.

He would also go through that one hidden basket, filled with your dirty clothes. He’d always grab one of your shorts and smell it like an addict and something inside him would stir. It was very interesting, he thought, how a rush of blood could feel so pleasant. His hurried hands would push his pants down until his cock was freed, and he would smell you again, wrapping his hand around his length, throwing his head back until breathy moans slipped from his lips. It was good, it felt so good to thrust against his own hand as he suffocated himself with the scent of you. It felt so good, so so good to drench your floorboards with his cum, to mark his presence in your room with stains you’d never see. It felt so good to know you’d sleep with him, in a way.

Gasping for breath, he would watch through the window as you walked in the distance, tired and crestfallen, towards your dorm.

It was always the same thing, everyday. Everyday at 5PM, he’d put everything back in place and slip away, unnoticed, with more of you in his mind - more to write down on his notes.

And the next day, it would be the same thing, all over again. And the next, and the next, and the next.

Yuri and him needed to work harder, he mused. He needed to keep up with his routine.

He has been and would always be watching you, after all, in spite of death.

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PSYCHO KILLER - SCREAM

Summary: in which Iris Morris has to navigate her personal relationships while surviving a psycho.

Warnings: Fem!reader, angst, mention of blood, violence, swearing, death, Amber freeman x Fem reader, Tara Carpenter x Fem reader, multiple parts

Word count: +5k

A/n: the story will follow the events of Scream 5 and 6. English is not my first language, so I apologize for any grammatical mistake. Also I use Alycia Debnam Carey as Iris face claim but you all can use whoever you might like.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

"Welcome to act three"

Iris watched as her girlfriend shot Liv in the head while smirking. She pointed the gun at Sam and just as her finger pulled the trigger, Iris didn't think twice before slamming her body against hers pushing her into the wall. The bullet ended up hitting the ceiling as she shouted for Sam and Tara to run.

Amber tried to point her gun once again at Tara but Iris was clinging into her arm making her unable to use it.

"Don't make me hurt you" Amber grunted in rage as they struggled with each other. Iris tried to get the gun from her but Amber suddenly squeezes the wound on her thigh, making Iris scream in pain and let go of her.

Suddenly she felt something dig into her stomach. She hitched a breath as she looked down and saw Amber's hand holding the handle of a knife. She could feel the blade twisting in her insides as they locked eyes.

"You just fucking stabbed me". She choked out, her eyes fired in betrayal. The girl who had been nothing but sweet to her, the girl who always made sure they didn't leave each other without saying I love you, the girl who cooked her favorite meals. That girl was also the same one who was stabbing her right now.

"You left me no choice baby. I don't want to hurt you but I can't let you ruin everything". She pressed one of her hands on her cheek as she listened to Iris's sobs. "Don't cry baby, everything is going to be okay. Just don't get involved".

"It was you". She breathed out in pain. "At the hospital, you attacked us, you are the one who hurt me".

"You weren't supposed to be there". Amber gaze sombered. "But of course you had to be there with Tara. I had to slowed you down somehow". She took out the knife out of her body and Iris let out a scream of pain as she tried to support herself with the wall.

"She's your best friend".

"She needs to die".

"You're insane". Iris whispered hatefully at her now clearly ex girlfriend. "I won't let you touch her".

Amber had a new wave of rage engulfed her and she growled as she stepped forward and stabbed her once again.

"Stop pissing me off, don't talk about her". Amber pulled the knife out of her stomach once again and then rested it on Iris's cheek as she gently whispered. "Can't you realize I'm doing all of this for us? So that we can be together forever".

Iris didn't answer as she doubled up in pain and she slowly fell to the ground.

"You're mine". Amber looked at her. "No one is going to take you away from me, not her nor anyone".

"I hate you".

Amber looked at her sadly. "You'll learn to forgive me". She left her there and Iris couldn't do anything but pass out while looking at Mindy's and Liv's bodies.

A few moments later, she woke up dizzy from the blood loss and she tried to straighten up using the wall for support. She got on her knees and saw Sam's jacket lying in the ground. She crawled to it and once she took it, she wrapped it tightly around her stomach to stop the blood from spilling. She heard shouting coming from the hall and she thought she recognized Sidney and Sam's voice. She hurried up in the best way she could but before going there she grabbed an umbrella she saw resting beside the chimney. It will have to work for now.

"Shoot him". She heard Sidney's voice.

She approached the door just in time to see Richie getting close to Sam. "Thank god you're okay, cause I really... really wanted to be the one to kill you". And then stabbed her in the side while Richie held her up with his other hand. Sam stared up at him in horror just like she had stared at Amber moments prior. He twisted the knife inside Sam as she screamed in pain, Sidney tried to move towards him but he pointed a gun she didn't see him holding at her. "Sit the fuck down".

Before he could hurt any of them once again, Iris came out of hiding using the umbrella to hit Richie in the head repeteadly. He let go of Sam as he fell to the floor but it wasn't enough to seriously hurt him as he threw a kick at her that hit directly at her stomach and she fell backwards with him pointing his gun at her.

"You know Iris, you keep annoying me".

"I fucking knew it was you, you bitch". He stood up and kick her once again just to smile once he saw her doubled up on pain.

"You were right and yet you still failed". He was going to kick her again when Amber swiftly took her mask off and locked eyes with her.

Just as Richie put the gun threathreadly into her forehead, Amber spoke up. "That's enough Richie, we have other things to worry about".

"You see the only reason I haven't already stab you to death is because Amber put you off limits". He looked her up and down. "Seeing the state you are though, seems like she did the damage herself".

She spat at him and he fell backwards in disgust. "Fuck you".

He wiped her spit and gave the gun to Amber as she raised it at Sidney. Iris watched with tear-filled eyes as Richie pulled Tara's inhaler from his pocket, displaying it for Sam with a look of satisfaction. "I can't believe this worked," he said, tossing it behind him as he smirked smugly. "I know. It's a bummer it had to be me"

Richie then pulled out a voice changer from his other pocket, laughing manically. "But it was really the best choice for the movie."

"This isn't a fucking movie!" Sam retorted, wincing with pain from the stab wound and the betrayal.

"No, but it will be". Richie replied coldly, as he turned to Amber. "That's the point, right Amber?".

"Right Richie. Third Act bloodbath, check! Killers revealed, check! Time for the big finale!" Amber chuckled with delight as she strengthened her grip on Sidney's hair.

Iris couldn't believe this side of Amber was the real Amber she never got to meet. This psychopath killing machine. "You won't get away with this".

"I told you to not get involved baby".

"Don't fucking call me baby you psycho".

Amber chisted her teeth as she motioned to Richie to get a hold on Sam. "Now that's not the way to talk to your girlfriend". She tilted her head. "Let's get them to the kitchen".

"Stand up and walk". Amber turned to Iris as she spoke while she kept her gun pointed at Sidney, motioning for her to walk slowly while keeping a tight grip in her hair.

"Or what? You won't kill me Amber".

"No but I'll kill everyone else in front of you".

Iris slowly started walking towards the kitchen while she felt Amber shouting at Sidney to move. She needed to think of a plan and she needed it now.

"Someone has to save the franchise," Richie began, as he and Sam entered the kitchen, following Iris, Sidney and Amber. The ghostface girl had thrown the older woman to the floor near the end of the cupboard, with Sam on the other side. "The truth is, no one has made a great Stab movie since the first one."

Amber roughly grabbed Iris's shoulder and pushed her beside Sidney to keep her in check. She bounced up and down with excitement, her eyes locked into Iris, not liking the way the girl was looking at her.

"Cmon baby don't look at me like that, I'm also doing it for you, I told you". She tried to get closer while holding her knife.

"How the fuck would this be for me? You became the exact person who took my sister away from me".

"This people, they are not good for you, they don't get you like I do". She softly spoke to her as if trying to convince her. "We can become the final girls of this movie, we will be famous and rich, just you and me. No one to hold you back to this fucking city, especially not your stupid mother”.

"Then you should just kill me cause I would never be your final girl". Iris growled under her breath. “Don’t you ever insult my mother again bitch”

Amber slammed her knife into the table with such force that made Iris jumped. "You don't know what you're saying dear". She was shaking with barely contained rage.

"Hey, Amber, you want to go get the very ex-Mrs. Riley?" Richie asked her in order to distract her from her conversation with Iris just as he pointed his knife at Sam.

"Yeah I do" Amber said smiling as she hands him the gun, she was previously pointing at Sidney.

Once Amber left, Iris felt more blood spilling out from her as it seemed the jacket torniquete didn't work anymore. She gripped tightly into the kitchen table and tried to steady herself. Sidney beside her made a move to check on her while trying to take a knife before Richie started shouting.

""Hey! Whoa..whoa." Richie yelled making her step back as he approached her. "Sidney Prescott. You know...I’m a really big fan." Richie said with a grin.

"Go fuck yourself" Sidney scoffed at him.

"You see the last stab movie?" He questioned as if any of them gave a shit about those movies.

"Not really a fan of scary movies." Sidney replied.

"That checks out. Anyway, it sucked balls. Because nobody takes the true fans seriously. Not really. They just laugh at us, and why? Because we love something? We’re e just a fucking joke to them. How can fandom be toxic? It's about love! They don't fucking understand that these movies are important to people." He yelled into Sidney's face as he took the opportunity to raise his gun at Iris. He truly hated her ass.

"Cool motive, still murder you fucker".

"Richie..." Sam pleaded from her spot holding into her stomach.

"We're gonna help them! Hollywood's totally fucking out of ideas, so we decided we'd give them some new source material to follow. You know, bring it back to basics. Because that's how you make a great stab movie, Sam." Richie now turned his gun to Sam while looking at her with a dark crazy gaze. "Based on actual events".

"I don't know who needs to hear this but no one gives a shit about your stupid movies Richie". Iris shouted in his face.

Amber reappeared with an injured Gale, now forcefully placing her into a seat by the other counter.

"Gale!" Sidney called out to her. Amber now stood in front of the woman mimicking some stabbing motion.

"You did all this just to make me the hero of your fucked-up movie?" Sam's nostrils flared outwards as she snapped at Richie.

"Sweetie, you're not the hero." He said while prolonging eye contact with his girlfriend as he rested his gun underneath Sam's chin. "You're the villain. The daughter of Billy Loomis who sees fucked-up visions of her dead dad? Sidney Prescott killed your father. You did all this just to get her back to Woodsboro".

"You know the biggest problem with stab movies is? There's no Michael Myers or Jason Voorhees. No bad guys coming back. But the illegitimate daughter of the original mastermind? Now that's a fucking villain" Amber intervined smiling excitedly at Sidney as she explained their plan.

"How did you know?" Sam questioned.

"About your father?" Amber laughed loudly. "I mean, it's a small town and your mom's a drunk! I met Richie on the Stab subreddit. I've been obsessed ever since my parents bought this house. We realized pretty quickly we had similar ideas."

"Wasn't that hard for me to find you in Modesto" Richie got close to Sam. "It wasn't that hard for me to fuck you, either. But I guess being a sexually available woman is supposed to be empowering these days."

"Fuck you!" The woman snapped back.

"Well, now you're just quoting the original," Richie chuckled.

"But it wouldn't work with just you, Sam," Amber smiled mischievously, turning to look at Sidney. "See, we had to bring the legacy characters back to make it matter. Can't have a bona fide Halloween without Jamie Lee".

While Amber and Richie did their monologue, they seemed to forget about her as they were too excited with their schemes. She had the time to take notice of a knife laying in the table under some red cup.

"Dewey had to die to make it real. To show that this wasn't just some bullshit, cash-in, run-of-the-mill sequel. Because our movie has fucking stakes! 'Cause anyone can die in a requel". Amber continued talking and Iris silently motioned Sidney to grab the knife as she nodded in acknowledgment. The woman lunged for the knife that was lying on the table, but Amber was too fast and she sunk her knife into Sidney's stomach in a quick motion.

Iris let out a scream and she tried to move forward but Amber grabbed a hold of her hair and pushed her to the floor. Gale fell off her chair as she watched Sidney getting stabbed and Richie was now pointing his gun at Sam once again when he saw her making a move towards the other three women.

"Sit the fuck down!"

"I'm so sorry, Sid". Richie teased as he crouched down to her. "We can't let you live, either. I mean, surviving this many times... that would just be ridiculous. This time the fans are gonna be the ones who win. That about cover it?"

"Nailed it, Richie."

"Get Tara out of the closet. We got to start staging the bodies!"

"If they move kill them, don't wait for me". Amber informed his accomplice before she left the room. "Except for Iris don't touch her".

"If she doesn't cooperate?".

Amber turned her gaze at her. "We'll make her". She winked at the girl and left the room in an excited stride.

The moment Amber left the room, Sam moved to Iris in order to press harder into her wound. She saw the girl looking paler every second they keep wasting and losing her balance. She wasn't going to let her pass out.

"You need to hold on, okay?". Sam whispered, they could both hear Gale words of encouragement towards Sidney.

"We're gonna die, Sam. I'm sorry".

"Don't apologize, you have nothing to do with this".

"Look at Amber, she's insane. I should've known fuck I'm so sorry". Iris silently cried out in fear. "I'm the reason she hurt Tara".

"You really should've listened to Dewey," Richie laughed to himself. "He nailed it in one! Dude, look at the love interests! Are you fucking stupid?" He turned his head at Sam. "I even had you convinced it could be your sister."

"Even you Iris, always thinking you're smarter than everyone else. You didn't even realize you were sleeping with the enemy". He got close to them as he raised his gun at her.

"Amber said you can't kill me".

"No, but I can still hurt you". He kicked her in her side, making her twist in agony. Sam tried to lunge forward at him but he was faster and threatened her with his gun, forcing her to go back to her place.

"Um... She's not here!" Amber's voice called distantly from somewhere in the house. Iris's heart flutter at the thought of Tara being safe.

"The fuck you mean, she's not here?" Richie nervously flickered his gaze.

"I untied her," Sam admitted, enjoying the look on Richie's face. "Guess you're not as persuasive as you thought." Iris started laughing, coughing from the pain in her abdomen, which only made her laugh harder. Maybe she was going insane.

Richie aimed the gun at her but jumped when the telephone next to him rang, its high-pitched tone echoing through the house.

"That's for you". Sam told him.

"Yeah, like your gimpy little sister's gonna make a difference. She's our fucking pincushion at this point." He grew more agitated the more his plan seemed to waver. "Amber! Fan out. She couldn't have gotten far."

"I can't find he..." Amber's voice was abruptly silenced by the sound of her scream. Sam and Iris looked at each other preparing themselves to attack. Maybe it was the adrenaline, the hope that maybe they could survive this or maybe she was just insane but suddenly she didn't feel any pain.

"Amber?" Richie called out to her losing his concentration. Both Sam and Iris took advantage of the distraction, lunging at Richie as he headed toward Amber's cries. Sam pushed his arm upward, firing a bullet into the ceiling as they fought over the gun in his hands.

The three of them fell as Sam slammed Richie's hand into the floor to try to get him to let go of the gun as another bullet was fired. Iris took advantage of the momentum and straddled Richie's hips to punch him over and over again in the face. Richie used his knee to kick her in the stomach to push her off him. Just as he was standing up, Sam bit him in his injured arm, making him scream in agony.

"Go look for Tara, I got him".

Iris rushed as fast as she could to the other room and found Tara hitting Amber with one of her crutches. Amber hit her in her broken leg making Tara fall from the pain and she quickly moved towards her and slammed her head to the wall.

Iris moved and tackled Amber making both of them fall into the floor.

In the dimly lit room, the two of them clashed with fierce intensity. Iris tried to gain the upper hand, her muscles straining as she tried to pin Amber down. The room echoed with the sounds of grunts and thuds as they fought, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Amber put her thumb in her stab wound making Iris weakened her grip on Amber's body. The girl spun them around and now Amber was on top.

"Stop fighting me you bitch".

"Amber you need to stop, you'll die" Iris tried to make her reason.

"Too late to back down now baby, join us please I don't want to hurt you". Amber put her hands around her throat choking her slightly as she tried to overpower Iris.

"So you can go and kill them all? So you can go and kill Tara?".

"God you are choosing her? After everything?". Amber threw a punch to her face, leaving Iris's head spinning in pain. She could taste the metalllic taste of blood in her tongue, she's pretty sure her nose is broken. "I thought taking that stupid letter and writing that text would've been enough to separate you two but it seems I have to kill her for you to stop caring".

"You fucking bitch". Tara was back on her feet, and swinged her crutch at Amber's head again.

Amber yelled out in pain, but she was quick to turn around and grabbed Tara's shoulder throwing her over the couch. Tara's head hit the one of the tables and she felt unconscious.

"Sam! Where you going!?" Richie's voice echoed through the house "Your big scene's coming up!"

Amber took a last look at her and walked back into the kitchen, before being dragged down to the floor by Sidney.

Iris crawled her way back to Tara and once she saw her still breathing, she stood up with the last of her efforts and moved towards the kitchen.

Amber screamed as she slipped, the gun in her hands clattering to the floor as she scurried to her feet and grabbed the knife on the counter aiming at Sidney's head taking the woman by surprise.

Iris in her panicked state did the only thing she could think of. Distraction.

"NO Amber no I love you, don't do it". Iris tried to distract her. Amber lowered her knife and turned to look at her with a hopeful smile mixing with her maniac face.

"You do?".

"NOW". Iris shouted as Sidney lunged forward and made Amber lose her grip in the knife as they sent her towards the kitchen counter.

Sidney grabbed a glass bottle of hand sanitizer from the kitchen countertop, drew her arm back, and smashed it against Amber's face.

"Fucking hand sanitizer?". Amber shrieked, blinded as she frantically clawed at the liquid stinging her eyes. Gale and Sidney seized her, forcefully hurling her over the counter.

"No, no, no, it's not my fault!" Amber yelled, her voice and facial expressions now changing to the Amber she had know for years. It almost hurt her seeing her like this. Almost . "It's not my fault!"

"Let me guess, the movies made you do it?" Sidney rolled her eyes tiredly, this is definitely not the first time she heard this.

"No, it was the message boards! I was radicalised!"

"By movie fans?"

"Yes, they're so mad! Please, it's not my fault, I'm just a dumb kid!" Amber begged, she raised her arms in a pleading manner as she looked at them. "I wanted to be a part of something!"

"You have to believe me Iris, you know me" She continued pleading.

"A part of something?!" Gale shouted, her anger escalating as Amber struggled to pull herself together. "You killed my best friend!"

"Yeah". Amber replied, her psychotic grin making a come back. "And he died like a pussy!"

Gale struck her in the face with a blow, and Amber grabbed her shoulders to threw them both across the room in a fit of rage. She shoved her fist into Gale's gunshot wound, making the older woman cry in pain.

Iris moved to attack, slamming into Amber and clawing at the woman to release her from Gale. She tried to wrap her arms around her neck to try and stop from attacking anyone else.

Amber shrugged Iris off by punching into her thigh and making her stumble into the floor.

Iris let out a muffled cry of pain as she knelt over the ground, the blood pooling out of her again and pressing a hand against the wound on her stomach as Amber turned around to look at Gale on the ground.

"I was the last thing Dewey saw before he died too. I can't believe I get to do you both!" Amber chuckled with delight. "No last-minute saves this time. Your story's over! Time to pass the torch!"

Gale took one look at Iris surprised she was still trying to fight before turning back to Amber and reaching up to press on her shoulders. "It's all yours, bitch!"

She head butted Amber so strongly that it sent her tumbling backwards towards Iris. The girl stuck out her foot in purpose, making the girl trip over it, sending her tumbling into the stove and accidentally switching the gas on in the process, erupting the kitchen stove in flames.

Sidney and Gale both rushed to help the girl stand up and they all walked over to Amber's defeated figure.

"You want to do the honors?" Gale asked Sidney.

Sidney shook her head. "This one's yours."

"No no don't shoot me please". Amber shouted while trying to placate the fire in her body. "Iris baby, aren't you forgetting something?".

A rage washed over the younger girl, remembering the game they used to play to say I love you to each other but now it just didn't hit the same. A cruel smile was plastered on Iris's face as Amber locked eyes with her for the last time. "No, I'm not forgetting anything".

She turned to Gale, who was waiting for her permission. "Kill the bitch".

Gale shot her three times in the chest making her fall backwards and since the girl's body remained covered with hand sanitizer, once she fell face first into the stove, she set herself on fire. With a final thud, Amber collapsed to the floor, leaving the other three people in the room stunned.

"Enjoy that torch". Sidney muttered.

Iris stumbled forward and had to lean on Gale as Sidney rushed to her side once more.

"You need to sit Iris". She tried helping the girl but Iris refused the help.

"I'll sit when Tara and Sam are okay". The other two women looked at each other before they each wrapped an arm around her to help her walk towards the living room. Once she saw Tara slowly waking up, she distangled herself from the women and crouched down to her.

"Thank god you're okay". Iris whispered as she rested her hand on Tara's right cheek.

"How am I still alive?". Tara muttered in confusion.

"God if I knew, I think you might be the fucking terminator". They shared a painful laugh. "Amber's dead".

"I'm sorry".

"I'm not, I hope she rots in hell". Iris saw Amber's gun lying beside Tara and grabbed it without ever thinking. She then helped the girl stand up and the four women made their way towards the sounds of fighting. It seemed like Sam was finishing Richie off.

They found the girl cleaning a knife off with Richie's dead body at her feet.

"Careful, they always come back," Sidney muttered once she saw Sam coated in his blood.

She grabbed the gun from Sidney as she turned to face them, then shot Richie three times in the body, including once in the head just to make sure.

"Well damn".

A moment of stillness fell upon them all, and then the women spun around in response to a high-pitched scream coming from behind them. Amber was running towards them with her face completely burnt with her skin melting off. She charged towards Tara when Iris pulled out the gun she kept hidden and shot her straight in the head, finally silencing the girl forever.

"You were a shitty girlfriend anyway". After she pulled the trigger, she fell unconscious.

The paramedics carefully maneuvered Iris into a stretcher through the narrow corridor.

Iris, who was pale but now conscious, was gently secured and her wounds were now attended.

As she was being rushed into the ambulance, she saw Chad and Mindy in the same situation as her. Chad had a mask of oxygen over his face as he gave her a thumbs up while being loaded up into his ambulance. Mindy's stretcher was placed right beside her and the girl had a huge bandage over his shoulder and some stitches in her forehead. They just stared at each other for a moment before Mindy raised her hand to high-five her. Iris softly laughed while holding her stomach in pain.

"Love you Minds, thank god you're both alive".

"Love you too, Ris" She smiled gently at her. "Though we really need to talk about your terrible taste in women".

Iris gave her the middle finger and said goodbye when she saw her disappear into the ambulance. A few seconds later, she saw Sam and Tara making their towards her. Sam had her stomach wrapped in a bloody bandage while Tara was walking with the help of her crutches. Overall they all looked like shit.

They both were wearing worried expression as they noticed the state she was in. Bandages with blood already pouring, stitches in the forehead, a black eye and a bandaid in the nose.

"Careful guys you both looked like someone died in here". Sam merely gave her an unamused glance as Tara snorted. "In my defense they just gave me five different types of drugs".

"You're an idiot"

"But a hilarious one" Iris winked at Tara while the girl just smiled at her stupidity.

"You're traumatized".

"Is there a difference truly?

Sam went into serious mode and laid a hand on Iris's shoulder out of gratitude. "Thank you Ris for what you did out there, you had our back".

"And you guys had mine, we are a team now".

"I called your mom, she's definitely on her way". Sam added, as Iris widened her eyes in fear.

"Oh god she's going to be so mad".

"Well she did tell you to not get involved".

"You know what's the worst thing though?". Iris sighed in disappointment. "It's not the betrayal, the blood nor the killing".

"It's the fact that my mom will literally never shut up about this like I'll have to hear countless of hours of her telling me "I told you so" because she never liked Amber".

"Admitting you were wrong? Yeah that definitely sounds worse than dying".

"God I know"

Some minutes later, Sam left claiming she needed to talk to the police so she stayed with Tara, who was holding herself with her crutches.

"You know those crutches are an amazing weapon, wouldn't want to cross you".

"I was worried for you". Tara took a deep breath as she ordered her thoughts. "You could've died in there Iris, you shouldn't have jumped at Amber like that".

"She was going to kill you". Iris steeled her expression. "I told you I was going to end whoever tried to hurt you".

"Not if it costs your life". No one was out there to hurt them anymore but Tara's heart ponded with fear at the thought of losing Iris forever.

"Duly noted. I guess next time I'll just let you die."

"You're an idiot". This was the second time someone called her that in less than fifteen minutes. Tara leaned forward slightly towards Iris. "But I don't know what I would do without you".

Iris clasped their hands together. "Then it's a good thing we don't have to find out". She brought Tara's hand to her lips and pressed a soft kiss to it. A deep blush raced up Tara's cheeks, she had to turned her head in embarrassment.

They kept their eyes locked together, refusing to take their eyes off each other and after a moment of silence the shorter girl spoke up.

"Your mom is coming... she's fuming". They both turned around to see the woman marching their way wearing an angry expression. "Not even almost dying will save you"

"Jesus". Iris was dead, rip.

"What phrase you want in your grave? I was thinking beloved friend but I kinda would be lying"

"Fuck you carpenter".

[tamiart]

I wrote a little romance scene between Halsin and Tav, mostly imagining Halsin’s POV.

Summary: Tav is breaking down under the pressure of the enormous task ahead of her, and Halsin happens upon her.

Since I don’t consider myself a writer, I have never tried to write anything like this before. But I love this game so much, and especially when it comes to these two characters, my imagination is continuously running away with me. I need more material with them, so I tried to create some of my own. I hope you like it.

Midnight Solace

Everyone was finishing up their duties in setting up camp. Halsin looked over to see Tav talking to Wyll and Gale, who were arguing about something as they tried to come up with a strategy for some fight or other, which was now an almost daily occurrence. Tav looked worn out, barely listening to the two of them bicker as she studied a map they had drawn in the dirt. The others were always going to her for help with their problems, and by Silvanus did everyone in this group have catastrophic problems. In all his many years, Halsin had never met such a varied, volatile bunch of individuals. They reminded him of his younger years when every mishap, every mistake, felt like the end of the world.

Tav was the most intriguing to him. She couldn’t be half his age, and yet this young, unassuming slip of a girl had gone out of her way, putting aside her own troubles and fears, which must be plentiful though she never voiced them, for weeks throughout their perilous journey to help many along the way, including himself. She was helping him find a way to lift the shadow curse, which had haunted him for a century as his greatest shame and failure. She had risked her life to infiltrate a horde of nasty, treacherous little goblins to free him - a huge, threatening wild bear that could have tried to kill her too for all she knew. But even in his most savage form, she wasn’t afraid of him. 

Halsin had never met anyone like her. He often found himself watching her from across camp as she went about the daily routine that everyone had settled into - helping to prepare their meals, eating, talking and laughing with everyone around the fire, getting ready to go to sleep, preparing to head out in the mornings. He wondered about her as he performed his own duties. He felt himself drawn to her, and realized he was reluctant to leave her side. He was sorely tempted to forsake his druidic duties and stay with her, to be there for her and protect her for as long as she would let him during her quest to save them all. She stirred long-dormant feelings in him. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this way about anyone.

Later that night, after everyone had sought their bedrolls, rest seemed to elude Halsin, so he gave up and headed towards the woods to lose himself in a hunt. As he walked past Tav’s bedroll, he noticed she wasn’t there. He looked around briefly, but did not see her. Slightly alarmed, he enhanced his senses and picked up her scent trail heading into the forest. Wanting to make sure she was alright, he followed it.

As he approached the stream nearby, he heard the sound of someone crying. He stopped and peered through the trees in that direction and saw that it was Tav, sitting by the water, her head resting on her bent knees. He felt a sympathetic pang to see and hear her so distraught. Not wanting to frighten her, he made his footsteps audible as he rounded a bush and approached her, and she started up and noticed him, and immediately turned away to surreptitiously wipe away the traces of her misery. He felt his heart stir.

“Oh, Halsin,” she said, “what are you doing out here so late?”

“I could not sleep,” he responded, “so I was going for a walk. I could ask you the same thing. Are you alright, my friend?”

At that, she failed at reigning in her emotions and burst into sobs once more.

“I’m sorry,” she sputtered through her tears. “I don’t know what’s come over me tonight.”

He hurried over and sat beside her. “It’s alright,” he tried to reassure her. But she could not stop, and he hesitantly reached out to touch her shoulder.

His touch seemed to relax something in her and she leaned towards him. He put his arm around her and held her closer. The feel of her sobs shaking her slight frame melted away his final resistance, and he knew then that he would do anything to help this girl. He was lost to her. He held her until her sobs quieted into sniffles. 

“What is it, my friend? Can I do anything to help?” He asked her gently.

“No, I’ll be okay.” She sighed.”Ugh look at me, I’m such a mess.”

“You are still beautiful. But stay here, I’ll get something for you.” Halsin quietly returned to his tent and found a clean cloth, poured a cup of water and grabbed a blanket as well, then returned to Tav’s side. She had calmed down and sat quietly staring into the stream with a troubled expression on her face. He draped the blanket around her shoulders and handed her the water and cloth.

 “Thank you. I didn’t want anyone to see me like this,” said Tav, wiping her tear-stained face. “They’re all depending on me to be strong. I need to be strong for all of us if we’re going to get through this.” She took a sip of water and put the cup down on a rock.

He placed his arm around her again and pulled her close. “No one expects you to be invincible. You don’t need to carry all of it alone. We’re all here to help you. I’m here to help you.”

She looked up at him, tears glistening in her eyelashes. The distance between them was too close. The urge to kiss her was overpowering, and it took all of his will to resist. She needed him to be strong just now, and he would give her his support.

“Thanks, Halsin,” She closed her eyes and sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder. “That’s nice to hear. I just… I’m so afraid. I don’t know what I’m doing half of the time. Why does every decision have to fall to me? Every time one of us gets injured, I wonder if I should give it all up. Maybe I’m just leading us all to our deaths.” Her voice choked on those last words, and she covered her face with her hands and pulled away from him. “I can’t… that thought… it’s too much to bear.”

“Your fears are completely understandable under the circumstances. We have far too much leveled against us, with no end to our journey in sight. What an incredible amount of pressure to undertake. But Tav, you’ve been amazing thus far. Why do you think everyone trusts you so implicitly? No one else could have gotten this eccentric group of misfits this far, to survive as much as we have. Honestly, I don’t know how you’ve managed it. You don’t realize how extraordinary you truly are. My dear friend, we would all follow you anywhere. I would follow you anywhere. If anyone is going to get us all through this, it’s you.” 

Tav looked up at him again, a new light and curiosity in her glance. “You truly believe that?”

“With all my heart.”

Suddenly she threw her arms around him and buried her face in his chest. Oak father preserve him, Tav had him wrapped around her finger. “Thanks, Halsin,” she whispered into him. She looked up at him again, and her face finally softened into a smile. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Tav, I - “ he tried to find the right words. “Please know that I’m always here for you, if you ever need to talk about anything. I will do my best to help you, in any way that you need.”

She was still looking up at him, her gaze searching. She was so beautiful, he could hold back no longer. Cautiously, he lowered his face down towards her, watching her expression as he did so. She did not pull away, and her lips parted as her glance fell to his mouth. He closed the distance and pressed his lips to hers. He tasted the salt of her tears as he kissed her, and she kissed him back, tentatively at first, but quickly growing more eager. Her lips were full, soft and warm. Finally they both had to pull away, gasping for air. He had to stop now before he took things too far. He couldn’t ask that much of her just now in her current vulnerable state.

Tav stared at him, stunned. Then as if suddenly realizing where she was, she blushed and gave him a shy, tentative smile. “Wow,” She gasped as she found her voice. “What was that?”

“I’ve dreamed about kissing you for a long time,” he confessed to her.

“Really? But I didn’t… I thought… you’ve never…” Tav stammered.

“I know. I didn’t want to do anything to upset you or harm our friendship. And I didn’t want to distract you during such a crucial and difficult time. I’ve been trying to keep my distance, to let you focus.”

Tave let out a breathy laugh. “Well, it’s a very welcome distraction.” She hesitated, then looked up at him shyly once more. “I’ve been thinking about that as well, with you.”

He wrapped her in his arms once more and held her in silence. They sat together, listening to the night sounds of the forest and the babble of the nearby stream. Gradually, he felt her relax in his arms. Her head began to droop against his shoulder. He could have stayed this way all night. But reluctantly, he gently shook her awake.

“You should try to get some sleep,” he told her. “Tomorrow is going to be a long day.”

She sighed. “You’re right.” She stood up and handed the blanket back to him. She tried to return the cloth as well, but he told her to keep it. She seemed reluctant to go. “Thank you, Halsin. This was… it means a lot.” She smiled at him once more.

And she was gone before he could respond, leaving him alone once more in the woods, the blanket in his arms, all of his senses full of her, and his mind a whirl of thoughts, emotions and desires.

[im-a-wonderling]

Clumsy, Clumsy ~ George Weasley

This is part two of Is It Still Punishment if It Was Worth It?, so be sure to read that first!

Warnings: bullying

Word count: 2.6k

“Don’t make the mistake of forgetting your essay on Angel’s Trumpet Draught for next class,” Snape said in his cool snarl, the dim shadows of the potions classroom throwing sinister shadows onto his face. “I expect no less than 24 inches of parchment.” After letting his words sink in, he sat at his desk. “Dismissed.” 

The other Potions N.E.W.T.s students shoved their textbooks into their bags, chatter filling the air as they filed out of the chairs, leaving their cauldrons where they were. 

As I slowly placed my ink bottle into my book bag, I kept my eyes on Cassius Warrington, a massive Slytherin in my year. He had a handsome face, to be sure, but it was his recently updated status as a member of the Inquisitor Squad that I cared about. 

Before my detention with Umbridge, I didn’t concern myself with the Inquisitor Squad. Their blatant Slytherin favoritism added with my natural rule-following tendencies made any concern of them irrelevant. But now, thanks to my detention last night, I’d been thrust into the spotlight, and I couldn’t count on that combination any longer. I couldn’t rely on them to simply take away House points either, because taking points away from Slytherin would punish them as much as it would me. They would likely find other, more creative avenues of punishment. 

“Y/L/N,” said a cold voice. 

“Yes, Professor Snape?” I said, looking up to see the potions master looming next to me. 

“Do you have a reason for loitering in my classroom?”

I immediately put my bag strap over my arm, gathering my parchment and my textbook into my arms. “No, sir, sorry, sir.” I ducked my head and shuffled out of the classroom, subtly glancing both ways before following the rest of the students up the stairs to the Great Hall for lunch. 

I only made it five steps.

BANG!

I fell forward, only managing to catch myself before my nose hit the edge of a stair. The contents of my book bag, however, were not so lucky. The thuds of my books, the flip of my rolls of parchment, and the crash of my inkpot created a symphony of chaos, but the only encore was laughter. 

“Clumsy, clumsy,” said a gruff voice. 

I looked up into the leering face of Warrington. Cheeks burning, I reached for my wand to clean up the mess and hurry past, but it’d been in my book bag and was now likely among the mess. 

“Don’t go and do anything stupid,” warned the voice of Pansy Parkinson, who flanked Warrington on one side with her arms crossed and her nose in the air while Gregory Goyle stood on Warrington’s other side, a menacing smile on his face.

I lifted my hands, showing I meant no harm. 

Warrington’s mouth spread, revealing his perfectly aligned teeth with such malevolence, he looked like a bloodthirsty beast. “Aren’t you going to clean up your mess?” Pansy giggled, looking thrilled at the prospect of watching me collect my stuff. 

They wanted to see me humiliated?

Fine.

When one’s greatest care isn’t pride, it costs nothing to grovel. 

Staying on my hands and knees, I grabbed my empty book bag. My copy of Magical Drafts and Potions had fallen open to reveal a picture of Arsenius Jigger, the author. I reached out for it. A black dress shoe nudged it out of my reach. I crawled forward another step, reaching again, and again it was pushed out of reach, this time accompanied by derisive laughter. 

The third time, the black dress shoe didn’t intervene, allowing me to pick up my potions textbook. After hesitating, I picked up A Guide to Advanced Transfiguration without any intervention from my spectators. And my rolls of parchment. And the few wayward quills. 

Soon, the only thing on the stairs beside my knees was the puddle of ink that was gradually flowing down to the bottom of the staircase. If I could just find my wand, I could clean it up with the Scouring charm.

I looked up to see Warrington twirling a thin hickory stick between his fingers. 

My wand. 

“Oh, d’you want this back?” Warrington asked, feigning as if he’d just realized what he was playing with. 

A show, I reminded myself, give them a show. “Please,” I said, infusing my voice with panic. I considered making my chin tremble but decided that was the wrong kind of pathetic to pretend to be. 

My wand froze. “Clean up the ink first.” 

Mimicking desperation, I looked down at the puddle, as if I hadn’t the faintest idea what to do. Then, I slid my cloak off my shoulders, dabbing at the black cloud. The house elves would be able to clean the ink easily, it was only a momentary situation. I was thankful I left my potion ingredients in the potions room, otherwise it might be frog livers that I was cleaning instead of ink. 

Finally, I stood at the bottom of the stairs, holding my dripping cloak with one hand and my bag with the other, looking up at the deviant expressions far above me. “Can…can I have my wand back?” I asked timidly. 

“Put your cloak back on.”

I lowered my gaze to the floor to contain my glower at Pansy’s order. Slowly, I set down my bag and threaded my arms through the arms of my cloak. Looks like the house elves would be cleaning my cardigan and skirt as well. I looked up at Warrington again with as pitiful an expression as I could muster. 

Warrington’s black dress shoe slid forward. “Kiss it.”

He wanted me to kiss his shoe? I looked down at the article in question. The dress shoes were fairly clean, even if they were clearly polished. The momentary discomfort of the taste of shoe polish in my mouth was tame compared to what I expected them to do, so I knew that wasn’t all he was planning. 

If anything, it was highly likely that when I got my face close enough to Warrington’s foot, he’d kick in my nose. 

Grimacing, I leaned forward, already brainstorming which spell would be best to set a broken nose. 

“What’s going on?” 

The familiar voice from behind me made my spine straighten, and for the first time, I felt the shame that Warrington so desperately wanted me to. 

“Nothing, Malfoy,” I spat before any of the others could speak. “Go away.”

“Malfoy,” Warrington said with a calculating smile, “come join us, won’t you?”

The inconsiderate blond climbed the steps to join the other three, and I glared up at him. “This doesn’t concern you.” Malfoy hadn’t talked to me since he reported me, though not for lack of trying. I didn’t want to allow a conversation until I’d formed some sort of response to his actions. 

Kneeling before Malfoy as he stood beside Warrington, I certainly had things to say, but nothing that would make the current situation any better. 

“Y/L/N just took a tumble on the stairs,” Warrington said, looking at Malfoy. “She was about to thank me for keeping her wand safe.” The four Slytherins all looked down at me, Warrington expectantly, Pansy nastily, Goyle bawdily, and Malfoy confusedly. 

I tried to remind myself that I was trying to keep my head down and of the merits of complying. But it was one thing to comply with mistreatment when it came from notorious tormentors; it was quite another to comply with mistreatment from a friend. And with Malfoy standing above me, all I wanted to do was curse the lot of them. 

“Kiss it,” Warrington hissed, “or I’ll go find that brother of yours and make him do it.”

I forced myself to hesitate instead of immediately throwing myself down onto the stone steps and obeying. While Warrington laid down the winning hand, I couldn’t let him know that particular hand could win all future games. 

I inched myself closer to his shoes.

“Is there a problem here?”

I closed my eyes, denying the possibility that the owner of that voice was interrupting this stand-off between myself and the Inquisitor Squad. But no, when I opened my eyes once more, the Slytherins had parted to reveal the boy at the top of the stairs.

George Weasley. 

“None of your concern, Weasel-bee,” Malfoy snarled. 

George looked down at me, kneeling on stone steps in front of four members of the Inquisitor Squad, and I knew he was planning something dumb. Go away, I ordered him with a stern look. Let me handle this.

George casually stepped down two steps, shoving his hands into his pockets and leaning against the wall. “Y/N, I thought you were going to meet me in the Transfiguration classroom so McGonagall can help us with our project.”

Clever to mention a seventh-year class that George and I were in but Warrington wasn’t. Foolish to think that mentioning McGonagall would have any sway with this crowd. 

“I’ll be right there,” I said through gritted teeth, once again shooting him a look to tell him to get lost. 

Once again proving his inability to listen to basic directions, George walked down another step. “I think Y/L/N needs her wand for Transfiguration.”

Did he recognize my wand in Warrington’s hand? Or did he listen before he revealed himself? How long had he been listening? I wrapped my arms around my middle, feeling more vulnerable than I had before.

Warrington let out a short laugh. “It’s four against one, Weasley. Don’t think you’ll win.”

“Maybe I won’t win,” George replied, a cocky grin on his face, “but I can make your winning hurt.” George pulled his wand out. “And it’s four against two actually.”

I shut my eyes, ready to curse every Weasley ancestor for their descendant’s actions. George had clearly allied himself with me. It didn’t matter if I accepted the alliance because the damage was already done. When I opened my eyes again, Warrington, Pansy, and Goyle were still staring George down, but Malfoy was looking at me with a look of betrayal.

“Ten points from Gryffindor,” Warrington drawled. “And unless you want to make it another ten–”

George slipped his hand into his pocket and then raised his hand high. 

BOOM!

The area filled with green smoke and an odor so putrid, I had to cover my nose. A hand seized my forearm, and if it hadn’t had freckles on it, I would’ve clawed at it with my nails. The hand dragged me up the stairs so quickly, I nearly tripped.

Then, once I’d finally gotten my feet under me, the hand dragged me sharply to the right and into a cramped room I’d never seen before.

George slid whatever trap door it was shut, throwing us into darkness.

“Lumos,” George muttered, and a small light threw his face into view. 

“I cannot believe you–”

“Shush!” George leaned his ear against the door he’d just shut. 

“Warrington still has my–”

Without budging from his spot, George held up his hand, showing me my wand. “Now will you be quiet?” he hissed. 

I was getting real tired of getting shushed by George Weasley, but unfortunately, he was always in the middle of misguided heroics when he was doing so. And he was right, now that we were silent, I could hear the shouts outside the door.

I took the opportunity to look around the tiny space. It was about the size of a normal Hogwarts broom cupboard, but there were no cleaning supplies in sight. Despite the lack of contents, the stone interior sported no cobwebs or dust that I could see from the minimal light emanating from George’s wand. 

The voices, still audible, grew farther away, and I saw George relax a bit. 

“I didn’t need saving,” I whispered, grabbing my wand from George’s grip. “I had it all under control.”

George rounded on me. “Were you actually going to kiss his shoe?” 

So George did overhear the conversation before he disrupted it. Suddenly looking in his eyes was much more difficult than a moment before, but I didn’t look away, even as my face flamed. “It’s none of your business.”

His head recoiled, as if physically pushed by my words. “You were.” Anger transformed his face, which I didn't like half as well as the normal easygoing smile. “I can’t believe you’d just lie down and do whatever they say!” His words might not have accused me of cowardice, but his eyes did. 

I folded my arms, exasperated. “I weighed the possibilities and made an informed decision.”

“And so you allowed them to bully you?” George asked. 

“Just because I didn’t do what you would do doesn’t make my actions wrong!” I snapped. 

“Just because you thought about it first doesn’t mean it was the right decision.”

I scowled. “Just because you got to be a hero doesn’t mean that your decision was the right decision either!”

“You’re lucky I showed up when I did!” 

“Oh, of course I couldn’t have handled it myself, could I? Guess what, Weasley,” I stabbed a finger into his chest, “I’ve survived over six years at Hogwarts without you, and I will continue to do so without interference.”

“But now you’re not just trying to survive,” George argued, grabbing my hand and holding it away from his chest. “You’re trying to keep your brother safe at your own expense.”

“And there’s nothing you can do about that,” I fumed. “If I decide that submitting is the best way to keep Clem safe, I will let the every single student in this school walk over me and thank them afterwards for good measure!”

George let out a huff, but the longer we frowned at each other with blazing eyes, the more his mouth curled into a wry grin. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to restock on dungbombs and follow you around for the rest of the year.”

“I’m not some damsel in distress,” I replied acerbically, reaching out to push the door open. 

George grabbed my hand. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Leaving.”

“Not yet.”

I fixed him with a look. “We shouldn’t linger for them to find us. We should go find a better hiding spot, a more secure one that isn’t so close.”

George’s surprise quickly morphed into amusement. “You’ve never been in here before, have you?”

I didn’t like that he clearly knew something I didn’t. “No, why?”

“This door’s enchanted,” George replied. “If the room’s occupied, the door’s charmed not to open from the outside.” George’s words seemed dependable enough, but I didn’t trust the smirk on his face. It was obvious he found something amusing, but the source was not obvious. Unless he was laughing at me. 

“What is this place?” I asked warily.

George grinned, but it wasn’t his regular goofy smile where his whole face lit up with enjoyment. His lips stayed closed, and his chin dipped down slightly as he waggled his eyebrows. 

There’s only one thing that could mean. 

“You dragged me to a make-out spot?!” I shrieked.

The only answer was George’s shoulders shaking with barely repressed laughter. 

Ignoring the butterflies that spontaneously erupted in my stomach, I shoved the door open. “I’m getting out of here.” I stepped outside, eyes darting every which way to spy any enemies. 

“What, is snogging Warrington’s boot preferable to snogging a friend?” George called from behind me as I stormed towards the Great Hall.

“I don’t snog my friends!” I yelled over my shoulder at him, not bothering to turn around fully. 

Maybe I was imagining it, but as I climbed the steps to the Great Hall, I could’ve sworn I heard George say: “Well, that’s a bloody shame.”

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To Be, Or Not To Be

(One-Shot)

(Complete)

 Summary: You absolutely despised Halloween. That’s why your best friend had to drag you to this party, even though you normally avoided these at all costs. Who knows, maybe you really shouldn’t have come? Especially when a costume-less guest makes an appearance, and your evening suddenly takes a deadly turn…

 

Pairing: August Walker x Fem. Reader

Warnings: MDNI, 18+,cursing, major character death, aneurysm, morbid?!, angsty…good god way more than I intended, promise there is a GOOD ending though, major character undeath, P in V, outdoor sex, pet names

Word Count: 3.2K

 

A/N: This idea had been sitting in my mind quite some time and now it’s finally Halloween and I can whip it out. As always this is not spell checked by someone else, so any mistakes are my own. Happy for any/all constructive feedback and every reblog. Thank you and enjoy!❤️✨

 

! Neither August Walker nor Mission Impossible are mine!

 

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It had been ages since the last time you attended a party and even though it was themed and wearing a costume was mandatory, your best friend was able to convince you to come somehow.

 

 

And as you gave yourself a last once over in the floor-length mirror, you couldn’t help but smile at your refection. You’d put on your favourite black dress, paired with black boots and a pointy black hat. This had to be enough of a costume you decided, and besides the dress accentuated your body’s natural curves and made you feel incredible good about yourself.

 

 

Satisfied you pulled on your warm coat, hurrying out the door. Because you really had to get going, as you had promised to be there at 10 pm sharp and it was already quarter past ten.

 

In hindsight maybe this had been the first sign that you shouldn’t have gone to the party.

 

 

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Once you had arrived, your best friend had chided you for being late, but it had no real bite, because she was just glad that you showed up at all.

 

 

Now you were standing somewhere in a corner, grimacing at the loud music blasting from the next room. You definitely needed to catch up on the alcohol consumption of the other partygoers, else you weren’t even going to make it an hour here. And of course your head had started to throb just in time as well.

 

 

You quickly made your way through the masses of sweating, dancing bodies over to the surprisingly small kitchen, where all the alcohol was stacked. Somehow the kitchen was empty when you entered. You looked around and saw a few beer bottles on the counter, grabbing one, before you re-entered the living room. When you felt like no one was watching, you hit the rim of your bottle on a quite expensive looking table to open it. Which it did, though unfortunately it bubbled over from the movement, dripping on the floor.

 

 

“Arrgh, shit.”

 

 

It had also dripped onto your hand and dress, making both disgustingly sticky. Great, now you had to search for a bathroom. You already cursed your best friend for disappearing the second you entered the mansion of the rich guy who was hosting the party. Taking a swig of the somewhat warm beer, you grimaced even more, putting it down on the table.

 

 

As you made your way to the staircase in search of a ‘clean’ bathroom, you felt oddly dizzy and when you turned around a pair of bright blue eyes were already fixed on your face. Trying to blink the fuzziness away, the owner of those beautiful eyes disappeared as soon as the dizzy spell had lifted. Making you wonder if you had just imagined them to begin with.

 

 

After you climbed the stairs, you finally found an empty bathroom. Swiftly turning on the sink, washing your hands first. Then you folded a few pieces of toilet paper, wetting them, trying to rub at the alcohol stains on your dress. It didn’t really help, if anything your dress was now wet and sticky. Sighing you existed the bathroom, stumbling into whoever had been about to enter.

 

 

“Oh sorry, didn’t see you there sweetheart.”

 

 

The voice sounded way too deep and smooth to belong to any of those drunken idiots downstairs. Your suspicions were confirmed, when you looked up and met those same beautiful blue eyes from before. Those were definitely not the only beautiful part about the man in front of you. How could anyone look that stunning? His moustachioed face, must have been carved by the gods.

 

 

His shapely lips suddenly pulled into a knowing smile and he winked at you.

 

 

“You know, you are not far of there, sweetheart.”

 

 

That made you raise your eyebrow in confusion, what was this insanely handsome man talking about?

 

 

“What?”

 

 

Still smiling he opened the door behind you and whispered, “Don’t worry. You’ll see later.” Then he had disappeared and shut the door in your face.

 

 

Okay that encounter was certainly very, very weird and intense. As you descended back into the crowd, the blurriness from before returned, making you stumble again.

 

 

The tall guy you had tumbled into this time, loudly complained, “Hey, watch it!”

 

 

You mumbled an apology, which seemed to placate him, the small blond woman who pulled him in for a kiss, certainly helped distract him as well.

 

 

Still feeling somewhat off, you decided it’d be a good idea to get outside for a bit of fresh air. For the umpteenth time tonight you squeezed through the masses of people. When you finally reached for the patio door, another hand had been quicker, pulling it open. You didn’t even acknowledge who it’d been, because your head felt like it was on the verge of exploding, vision gone for a moment.

 

 

But as you took your first step outside, your lungs filled with the cool and calming night air, instantly making you feel better. A lot of smokers had gathered out here and for some reason they decided now was a good time as any to hurriedly get back inside as they ran over to you.

Quickly dodging, you moved past them, and more into the vast garden, extending into the darkness. You had known the guy who lived here wasn’t poor, but this garden was beyond anything you’d ever seen.

 

 

You passed multiple statues as you ventured further and further away from the stuffy mansion behind you. If you had to describe what you’d been feeling, ever since stepping outside, it’d be a calm sort of pull, leading you right here. Turning a little to the left you had found the entrance to a small labyrinth, a few lanterns lightening the way. Normally you wouldn’t enter, but something seemed to call to you, so you continued, walking right ahead.

 

 

Turning corner after corner, you were sure to have found the heart of the labyrinth. Its centre was round, with a huge white, marble statue in the middle, circled by a few equally white benches. The moment you stepped around, to take a closer look at the statue your breath hitched, as a dark silhouette came into view. Because you’d been walking for some time, your eyes had adjusted to the darkness, being able to make out a man sitting on one of the benches.

 

 

“Mhhm. We meet again. Didn’t expect you so soon.”

 

 

That voice.

 

 

You knew that voice.

 

 

Carefully approaching him, he’d turned his head and as the light fell onto his face, you finally recognised the handsome stranger from the bathroom incident.

 

 

“You.”

 

 

“Me.” His deep chuckle should have been unnerving, but instead you still felt calm in his presence, even sitting down next to him.

 

 

Scrutinizing his every move and expression, you noted that he wasn’t wearing a costume.

 

 

“Yours is just a pointy hat. Not sure that qualifies as a costume either.”

 

 

“Sure it does. Wait I didn’t say that out loud, did I?!”

 

 

A little alarmed that he’d known what you’d been thinking, you stared at him, questioning your own sanity as you let him take hold of one of your hands.

 

 

His smooth baritone, making your skin prickle pleasantly, “No you didn’t, sweetheart.”

 

 

His thumb had begun stroking over your skin gently, blue eyes on your face, taking in the delicacy of your sweet features. “You look beautiful.”

 

 

You weren’t sure why no alarm bells went off in your head when his free hand softly brushed over your cheekbone, but you still felt tranquillity reigning your thoughts. Even going as far as leaning into his touch.

 

 

Before you knew it, his pillowy lips pressed against yours. Moving perfectly in tandem as if he���d kissed you a hundred times before. Warmth settled in your stomach, slowly spreading through your whole body.

 

When he pulled back after a while, he still held your chin in his warm hand. His sapphire like eyes seemed to glaze over, suddenly filled with a deep seated sorrow.

 

 

A little confused by the sudden change of his expression, you wanted to ask if he was alright, but he was quicker.

 

 

Chuckling sadly at your musings, he purposefully picked his next words. He was determined not to lose you, so with surprising firmness, he promised, “I won’t let you die, sweetheart.”

 

 

What on earth, was he talking about??!!

 

 

You didn’t get to voice your thoughts though, as one of his big hands was pressed over your heart, immediate heat radiating from him. Not only that, his hand started to glow with a blinding white light.

 

 

“This is going to hurt, I’m sorry. Take a deep breath, love.”

 

 

You wanted to cry out, the situation more than just confusing, as the heat rose to an unbearable level. Tightening your chest, every breath burning your lungs. Pain spreading through your entire body, though stopping within your head were it felt like your brain wanted to crack your skull open. You didn’t notice, when exactly you stopped seeing anything but an all-consuming darkness, too occupied with the excruciating pain riddling your body. Only agony filled whimpers leaving your lips.

 

 

A last thought running through your mind, before everything stopped as suddenly as it had begun.

 

 

Who was he?

 

 

You didn’t hear his rumbled murmur anymore. But he uttered his answer anyway.

 

 

“I’m your death.”

 

 

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Your eyes flew open, panicked voices all around you. Completely disoriented by the utter chaos and confusion in your head, you tried sitting up, focusing on the person squeezing you very tightly. Whoever was on top of you, was sobbing into your neck, “Are you alright? Oh god, you sacred me half to death!”

 

 

The squeezing made it hard to answer, but you weren’t sure you could give one anyway. Death. Why? What had happened?

 

 

After another minute of hugging and sobbing, your best friend’s head came into view as she had leaned back, searching your face for something. You tried smiling at her weakly, then she addressed the people that had gathered around you, “E-every thing’s alright. No-no need for 9-1-1.”

 

 

Calmer now, she whispered, “You are alright, aren’t you?”

 

 

Honestly, you weren’t sure? Had you hit your head? You didn’t know. Just as you looked up, a pair of blue eyes met yours. Him.

He had saved you. But how? Why?

 

 

When you blinked, he was gone. No, damn it, you needed answers! A little rushed you tried getting up, pulling your friend up with you, as she stared at you in astonishment, “I promise I’m alright. I-I just have to go…I’ll, um…I’ll call you later!”

 

 

Before she or anyone else could stop you, you were running full force in the direction his curly covered head had disappeared into.

 

Leaving your gaping friend and the onlookers behind you.

 

 

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Out of breath you reached the labyrinth’s entrance once more. One look over your shoulder told you that no one had followed.

 

 

Starting to turn around the same corners as you had previously, you finally arrived at the labyrinth core. He was already there, as if he’d waited for you. Standing tall, burly arms crossed in front of his chest, small smirk grazing his lips. Those same lips you’d kissed. Those same lips you wanted to kiss again.

 

 

Blue eyes sparkling with mirth, as he held out his hand for you to take. When you put your smaller one in his, it fit like a puzzle piece. He pulled you closer until you were standing directly before him.

 

 

Still a little out of breath, you asked one of the more urgently, pressing questions,” Who-Who are you?”

 

 

An amused shadow grazed his features, as he answered cryptically, “I’m sure you already know, don’t you little one? But to make it easier, you can call me August, if you like.”

 

 

He was right, you knew. But that didn’t change the fact that you couldn’t wrap your mind around the truth, so you opted to stay in the moment for now, not questioning the insanity that had taken place.

 

 

You leaned into his muscled frame, purring up at him,” August?”

 

 

His deep timbre vibrating through his chest, as his name rolled so deliciously off your tongue, humming right back, “Yes?”

 

 

“Kiss me.”

 

 

Immediately his soft lips caught yours, big hands roaming your body, landing on your waist pulling you closer into the warmth of his. A shiver running down your spine, tightening your nipples against the fabric of your black dress.

 

 

A wanton moan breaking free, when August began grinding your bodies together. His lips had moved down, pressing heatedly into the skin of your neck.

 

 

Gasping when his teeth lightly bit down, as your instincts kicked in, baring your neck to him even more. When you tilted your head back to give him better access, a feral growl left him, intensifying the sexual tension between you.

 

 

Strong hands began sliding down your body, squeezing your behind while his generous bulged pushed more insistently into your stomach. Making you wonder how’d he fit?

 

 

Voice a lot huskier then before, he pressed out between kisses, “Don’t you worry, your pretty little head. We’ll. Make. It. Fit.”

 

 

Oh fucking hell. You were quite literally fucked.

 

 

August’s deep voice, pulled you from your thoughts, “Well that’s the idea, isn’t it, sweetheart?”

 

 

When you only whimpered in response, he nipped at your skin harder, pulling a shriek from you, repeating himself,” I said isn’t it, sweetheart? Verbal confirmation. Or I won’t continue.”

 

 

It took you an embarrassing long time, processing his question, but once you did, you quickly mewled out, “Y-Yeah that- aargh fuck-“ August had sneaked one hand into your soaking wet panties, expertly manipulating your little nub with his calloused thumb.

 

 

Laughing meanly, when you couldn’t finish your sentence as pleasure began wracking through your body, “Mmh, I take that as a yes then?”

 

 

All inhibition lost the minute you’d felt his lips against yours, you cried, “F-fuck, ye-yes… yes don’t stop!”

 

 

One long finger started to slide through your pulsing folds, stopping right at your weeping, little hole. Then he pushed it inside, to the hilt, making you moan loudly.

 

 

“That’s it. Atta girl, already so, so wet for me.”

 

 

You bucked against his hand when he lifted one of your legs, letting it rest against his hip, because the movement pressed against one of the delicious spots inside you.

 

 

Your lips parted, panting, as a second finger began stretching you, readying you for a much, much bigger rod soon about to enter. August looked down, a sudden need to properly see you, overtaking him.

 

 

Swiftly he shoved the hem of your dress up, fastening it by stuffing it inside your bra, so his eyes could drink in your sullied panties. But he wanted an unobstructed view, so he unceremoniously ripped them open, exposing your soaking cunt to the cold night air. He didn’t let up any of his movements, fingering you open, as his thumb circled your clit with vigour.

 

 

Your leg began trembling, as your pleasure climbed higher and higher, reaching an intense crescendo when a third finger squeezed into your tight canal.

 

 

The orgasm was ripped from you so violently, if August hadn’t had such a steely grip on you, you would have buckled and fallen to the ground, as both your legs had instantly turned to jelly.

 

 

After a few deep breaths, you were able to get your bearings again, hot puffs of air hitting your face, showing August’s restraint as he’d waited for you to calm down a little bit, before proceeding to pull his fingers out.

 

 

With surprising ease he lifted you up, off the ground completely. The metal buckle of his belt pressed into your ass, making you hiss at the coldness against your skin. You slung your arms and legs around his body, pressing closer to enjoy the heat radiating from him.

 

 

“Hold on tight.” When you did, his hands left your waist, to unbuckle his belt, making him groan as his throbbing cock was finally freed from its confinement.

 

 

His biceps curled around your back, positioning your weeping pussy right over his raging cock. His rich, velvety voice panting against your ear, “You ready, sweetheart?”

 

 

The slide of his cockhead between your folds, made you whimper anew. His size definitely very impressive.

 

 

“Don’t worry, that’s why we stretched you, no? Can’t hold back much longer, are you ready, little one?”

 

 

“Y-yes. Ple-“. You didn’t come any further, as August began pressing his length into your slick tunnel, groaning loudly as your warm, tight walls wrapped around his cock.

 

 

Drunk on lust, your legs tightly wrapped around his middle, making you sink down to the hilt of his shaft. Needy sounds pouring from your mouth, as he filled you so completely.

 

 

Long fingers pressing into your sides were he held you just as tightly. “You sound so sweet. Gotta make sure you keep purring for me, little one.”

 

 

And he did make sure on his promise, the first thrust up into you, already made you see stars. Your fingers desperately clutching his curls, panting directly into his ear.

 

 

Legs quaking, as August continued to thrust languidly into your pussy. One of his hands gliding between your bodies, thumb catching on your clit, making you arch into him.

 

 

“Needy little thing.”

 

 

He filled you perfectly with every movement of his pistoling hips, picking his pace up even more. Hitting places inside that had your cunt quivering around his mighty girth.

 

 

You started rocking with him, as he kept ramming into you, sending pleasure through you with each thrust of his fat cock.

 

 

“Gonna- fuck gonna fill you up, sweetheart.” His long, deep groan, locked up your body, sending you into second, blinding orgasm, loud cry of his name ripping free. He followed you right over the edge, burying his cock as deeply as he could, before spilling inside you.

 

 

Grunting and biting at your neck tenderly, once you both had calmed down a little.

 

 

A pleasant post-climax haze settled over you, as August set you down, pulling your dress into place.

 

 

Hunger satiated, your critical thinking skills reared up again. Many confusing thoughts and questions swirled through your mind. His expression soft when he tried to reassure you, “I’ll answer all your questions, but not tonight, sweetheart. It’s been too eventful an evening already, don’t you think?”

 

 

You nodded slowly, still unsure how he wanted to proceed.

 

 

“Do you want to come with me? Spend the night, at my place?”

 

 

Somewhat bewildered and amused that he had a place of his own, you smiled none the less and pecked his lips, before humming in agreement. Blue eyes sparkling happily at your answer.

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hi!! I have a request but it’s incredibly specific, I’m so sorry

can you do whumperless whump and whumpee was in an accident? They’re on the younger side and caretaker is their parent.

so the specific part is that I’d love if u added bridal carry (optional), drugged and in the hospital, fainting (optional), and fever

thank you so much! Sorry for the specificity

Hello! Thank you for stopping by with the ask!

I can definitely fill this prompt for you, but I am going to tweak it. I don't generally write about minors (you did nothing wrong by requesting this!), so I'm going to make your whumpee college age. I hope that's ok!

Warnings: car accident, fever, unconsciousness/fainting, hospital, sedation, illness

Caretaker got the call at the end of their work day. They had already been planning on making the journey down to Whumpee's apartment to take them to the ER. Whumpee had been sick with some stomach bug for days and it hadn't gotten any better, but Whumpee was too sick to drive themself to the ER and they didn't want to endanger their friends in case it was something contagious.

Which is why when Whumpee's friend and former roommate's number flashed across the screen, Caretaker got worried. Had something gotten worse? "This is Caretaker."

"This is Whumpee's parent, right?" A young voice came over the line.

"We're ok. Well I'm ok, Whumpee is ok from this."

"What happened?" Caretaker grabbed their car keys and hurried out to the parking garage. They were two hours away, an hour and a half away if they sped most of the way.

"I made a left hand turn and at unprotected light. It was my mistake."

"What happened to Whumpee?"

"They couldn't wait for you to get here to go. I've been trying to get them to let me take them to the ER for days. They're so sick, Caretaker. I didn't think it was good to wait. I'm just a really shitty driver. But they're ok. I promise."

Caretaker tried not to scream. This is not what they wanted to hear. "Is that your assessment or the EMT's?"

"Oh, theirs. They still took Whumpee because I'm going to be here a while waiting to get my car towed. But they said Whumpee wasn't hurt in the accident, but wasn't doing so well otherwise."

"Thank you," Caretaker said as they hung up the phone. They couldn't talk to Whumpee's friend any more. They needed to get to Whumpee.

Four hours later they sat with Whumpee in the middle of the silent ER. It was the middle of the night and Whumpee was so ill, but somehow the medical staff hadn't had time to assess Whumpee.

"I can go home, I don't need to--" Whumpee said weakly. Their eyes were fever bright.

"Whumpee you're running a high fever, you can't keep anything down, and you're very, very sick. You need to stay here. They're probably going to admit you once they see how sick you are."

"I don't want to stay here. I have my first paper due on Monday. I think if I just--"

"Whumpee, just relax. We will see what they say."

"I need to pee," Whumpee said quietly.

"I'll call the nurse to unhook you. Do you need me to go with you?"

Whumpee shook their head. "I'm a big kid now."

Caretaker nervously watched Whumpee stagger down the hall to the bathroom. It took everything in them not to hover. Whumpee was so ill. Caretaker wasn't sure why Whumpee hadn't been evaluated yet, but they needed to be. Caretaker stood in the doorway of Whumpee's room and watched as Whumpee stumbled and fell forward in a dead faint.

"HELP!" Caretaker cried as they ran forward and scooped Whumpee up into a bridal carry. Whumpee was burning up. "Whumpee?"

"What happened?" A doctor came running down the hall.

"They fainted, I don't know. They've been really sick."

Whumpee was quickly taken from Caretaker's arms and whisked away. Caretaker tried not to panic as they watched the medical team work. Whumpee was ok. Whumpee would be ok. Whumpee had to be ok.

Hours later, Caretaker sat beside Whumpee's hospital bed in Whumpee's new room up on the medical floor. The ER team hadn't been able to determine the cause of Whumpee's stomach bug and weren't sure how to treat it. Whumpee had woken in the ER screaming in pain and so the team thought it best to keep Whumpee under light sedation.

Still, it was hard for Caretaker to watch Whumpee sleep. They were so still and so silent. They weren't used to that. But Whumpee would be ok. They were ok. They had to be ok.

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Winchester's Folly

Summary: When Dean gets into trouble John decides to hide the truth for his family

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Sam

WC: 1468

Dark! Fic-don't continue if you are disturbed by the subject matter.

Warnings: A/B/O, dystopian au, canon elements, non/con, dub/con, incest, subjugation, pandemic, mentions of nudity, physical/mental abuse, mention of collaring/leashed, sexual/slavery, rut/heat, physical altercation, death/murder conviction, show level violence, parental dominance, trafficking, branding, panic attacks, bondage, forced mating

*Additional warnings will be added

Square filled: @spnabobingo -Free Space

A/N: John briefly speaks of something that happened when Dean was fifteen, more will be revealed in a later part.

A/N II: Still working on reigning myself in, keeping each part reader-friendly length, and have no clue how many parts this will end up being.

A/N III: a few notes about designations in A/O sub-genders for this story.

Alphas-Dominant (head of the pack/family) Subordinate (obey Dominant) Breeders (rare & highly coveted by the government. Can challenge Dominant for pack/family leadership)

Omegas -Domestic (mostly wiped out by plague, few natural born left) Feral (government-supplied breeders sold commonly called O's) House O’s (3rd generation+ Feral/Dominant breed. Used as servants/sex workers) Pack (rare & highly coveted by the government)

*Divider by @firefly-graphics

*No Beta-all mistakes are mine

Part VII

“Because of the previously cited circumstances and, being unmated Alpha going into a rut, resulted in the death of another, I am obligated, per the state of North Dakota law, to ensure the defendant is not in a situation to commit such a heinous act again. Therefore, I order the forced mating statute be carried out immediately.” They bang their gavel and left.

Dean stood there in shock, half listening as John conversed with the lawyer about the logistics(?) of what his forced mating entails. The bailiff gripped his arm and led him out the prisoner entrance, down the short hallway, stopping in front of a door painted with an A/O symbol. When the bailiff opened the door, what Dean saw returned him to reality, and yelled...

“I CAN’T DO THIS!”

A commotion interrupted John and the lawyer, and they watched as another bailiff hurried through the prisoners' door. Without a thought, John rushed after and saw them squatting down next to Dean. Marching toward them demanded, “What happened?”

“I opened the door, he started this,” gestured to Dean, sitting with his back to the wall and having trouble breathing. “It’s some kind of panic attack.” John turned his attention to the open door and saw what triggered Dean.

His wolf snarled at the sight of his daughter, naked and unconscious, with blood dripping from her mouth, strapped to a breeding bench barely heard the bailiff say, “It started fighting when we tried to strap it down.” When the lawyer appeared they snapped, “Oh hell no! I’m going to have a word with the judge!” 

John turned his attention back to Dean, who was now begging for something and knelt beside him. “Dean, you’re having a panic attack. You need to calm down.” His words did nothing, so he spoke again in his alpha voice. If anything, it only increased Dean’s agitation and made John see red before slapping his eldest son's face hard; the sound of his strong hand making contact echoes as the judge appeared and demanded to know what was going on.

John’s roundabout explanation of what happened to Dean when he was fifteen made the lawyer explode. “Dean is clearly having a post-traumatic flashback! He’s begging you, his father, for help, and what’s you do? Hurt him some more. Fucking awesome parenting skills, Winchester!” The lawyer kneels by Dean, lying on the floor curled up in a fetal position, and begins talking soothingly to him. After a bit, he sat up against the wall, quiet, with tears streaming down his face. 

Addressing the judge, the lawyer asked for a delay in carrying out this part of his sentence due to the circumstances, but the judge refused; however, was willing to waive the requirement for the witnesses to be physically in the room.  The judge ordered the bailiffs to set up in one of the interrogation rooms instead. While they carried out the orders, the lawyer got Dean to his feet, led him to a conference room, and then turned-on John, telling him to take a walk because he didn’t need to traumatize Dean anymore, and slammed the door in his face.

****

Over an hour later, John was sitting in his truck, eyes closed, when a sharp rap on the window startled him. One of the bailiffs said they were ready and, climbing out, followed them to a room where the judge and several people were seated in front of a large one-way mirror. “They’re the witnesses.” A low voice said, and John spotted the lawyer standing in the back, glaring at him with arms crossed. He moved to stand by them when a naked Dean appeared on the other side of the mirror. 

John watched his son tilting his head back, nostrils flaring, scenting the air; he saw goosebumps break out on his flesh as his cock hardened and the scarlet pigment of his irises ascend to the forefront staggers as he moved toward the Omega, the lawyer noticed John's puzzled expression and said, “It’s a side effect of the Estrus Aphrodisiacal.” They explain that the judge ordered him to take a compound containing certain natural herbs, tricking his wolf into believing that the O was in heat because of what had happened with Dean. “Plus, I may have given him a few vodka shots to help.”

The rooms laden with the rich sweetness of an Omega-in-Heat, flooding Dean’s nostrils and overloading his brain, his inner wolf repeatedly chanting mateclaimbreedmineclaim moves toward the O lying prone in the mating position. Leaning over, he sniffs around the collar she’d been wearing since attaining her, breathing in the scent of wildflowers blooming at the height of spring mixed with Sam’s natural aroma of cinnamon and spiced orange licks over her mating gland, tasting an acerbic tang, jerks back, letting out a growl of displeasure and backed away.

“I have never heard of an Alpha reacting like that on Estrus Aphrodisiacal.” The judge ordered someone from the medical personnel brought in and resumed watching Dean circling the O, appearing just as confused as them. When the requested person appeared, peering between a file and Dean's odd behavior, tells the judge they surmised the suppressant implant was counteracting the compound, confusing the Alpha senses.

The judge turned to question John, and an argument ensued. They ordered the bailiffs to take John to the hold for contempt of court and remove the implant immediately.

****

Dean's body vibrated with anger, unable to stop the strangers hovering over his Omega because being tased several times had temporarily left his legs unusable; furious growls bounced around the room when he smelled her blood. They’ve barely finished when Dean’s finally able to move and quickly flee the room as he surges toward her and finds bandaging wrapped around her upper arm. He continues inspecting her already damaged skin, finds her scent changing, and moves back up to her neck, sniffs around, then tentatively licks again. 

The last remnant of his rational mind screaming this is wrong, but still, maneuvers between her splayed legs, pushing the broad head of his cock past her opening; natural slick eases his way within her unprepared walls, and by the time his hips are flush with her ass, something deep and primal leaves Dean’s throat at his cocks tightly squeezed in her channel rapidly pistons his hips feels his knot swelling, rubbing against her entrance with each thrust. When it caught, sank his elongated teeth into the O’s neck as his cock pulsed inside, body shaken against hers. Dean carefully retracts his teeth and softly licks over his claim mark as a feeling of tranquility unlike he’s known to settle over him.

John glared at the bailiff opening the cell door. They informed him his son completed the mating claim, but it’d be a while before they’d untie and give instructions to see the parole officers. John walked out a short time later and pulled out his phone. “Sam, yeah, we’re almost finished up here. Listen, we’re pulling out, so get everything packed, loaded, and cleaned, then meet us here.” 

There was a blast of static from his youngest: “Dean isn’t going to be in any condition to complain about you driving his car.” Another blast: “Sam, he’s fine. Just do as you're told,” John hung up and walked to the closet bar. 

Forty minutes later, he heard the Impalas rumbling and settled his tab heads back, stopping Sam from climbing out of the car. “It took you long enough,” John remarked, seeing Sam bow up and snap back. “You said…,” John waved a hand. “Never mind, follow me.” He got in his truck and, in the side mirror, saw Sam’s belligerent expression pulled out and rounded the building, stopping at the back entrance.

John climbs the exterior steps, opens the door, and sees a still-dazed Dean sitting with the unconscious O on his lap and hears Sam’s startled gasp behind him. Dean clutches her closer when he reaches for the O, snarling menacingly at John, who responds in kind when Sam grabs his arm. “Dad, you need to go.” John usually would have refused, but not wanting to delay their departure, he leaves. 

Sam knelt submissively without looking at his brother but felt his eyes trained on him. “Hey, Dean, are you in there?” Sam peered up through his bangs into Dean's scarlet-tinted eyes. “Baby’s packed and fueled up,” he ticks his head toward the glass door. As he hoped, Dean looked toward his car and saw recognition. “How about blowing this popsicle stand?” 

****

John leans against his truck's door, wearily rubbing his face, unaware that the judge is watching from their darkened chamber, yellow eyes alight with amusement. They held a glass of bourbon in salute and said, “Here’s to you, Johnny boy.”

Part VIII

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[george-weasleys-girl]

Act Like You Mean It

Start here:

Chapter 4

Summary: George and Y/N are oblivious idiots in love who agree to fake date in the attempt to drive away Y/N's unwanted suitor.

Warnings: allusions to sex, underage drinking, cursing

~•~

George Weasley x Fem!reader

~•~

Y/N tasted of firewhiskey, and of the toffee she'd eaten just moments before they stumbled onto the dance floor, drunk and lovesick. Kissing her wasn't meant to happen, and George wasn't entirely sure how it happened. Nor did he care that it might be a bad idea as he melted into her embrace, her hands sliding up his behind his head to pull him closer. It was everything he'd ever dreamed it would be and more.

~•~

George's lips were warm and soft against hers, sending her into a dizzy spiral that had nothing to do with the alcohol surging through her veins. A little voice in her head screamed that she shouldn't be doing this, but the blood pumping in her ears drowned it out. She'd gladly suffer the consequences just for this one brief euphoric moment of bliss. The chance may never pass her way again.

~•~

"Fuck." Y/N shielded her eyes. The blinding sun pouring through the window stabbed relentlessly into her brain. 'I'm never drinking that much again.' She flopped back down on the pillow and heard a muffled snore. Y/N slowly turned her head to see George sleeping beside her. 'What -' She lifted the blanket, and her breath caught in her throat.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

The kiss. She could only remember the kiss. How did this happen? She couldn't remember. She couldn't remember anything beyond that kiss. What have we done?

Hangover forgotten, she took in her surroundings. They were in George's dorm. Her eyes immediately darted to Fred and Lee's beds. Empty and obviously not occupied all night. A small sigh of relief escaped her lips.

'There's that, at least.'

Her eyes scanned the rest of the room, landing on the trail of clothes leading from the door to the bed. 'Fuck. Quite literally.'

"Y/N?" George's voice was rough with sleep."Wait, what...?" He noticed her bare back and immediately looked at himself under the covers. "Did we...?"

"I - I think so," Y/N's voice trembled.

"Shit. I, uh, I don't remember anything past-" George began.

"The kiss," Y/N finished.

"Yeah." George replied. "Do you - I'll avert my eyes - if you want to get dressed."

"Um, yeah," she mumbled.

"Ok," George looked away.

Y/N jumped up, searching for her clothes, throwing them on as she went.

"So, uh, I'll just go out now," she fumbled. "So you can get dressed. And then, we should, you know, probably talk." Y/N spared a quick glance at George and then hurried out the door.

~•~

They sat face to face on the sofa in the common room. Confused and scared, George blurted out first thing that popped in his head, that he thought might salvage their endangered friendship. "I was really drunk last night and I had no idea what I was doing. I'm so sorry."

"No idea..." Y/N looked down. "Yeah... same..."

George nodded. "Right, right. So, um, yeah... last night was a mistake. It should've never happened."

"Yes, of course," Y/N kept her eyes downcast. "As you said, a mistake."

"We should just, you know, pretend it never happened," he stammered.

"Pretend. Yeah, just keep pretending. Good idea," Y/N's voice could've frozen the room. "Listen, I'm not feeling so great. You know, hangover and everything. I'm gonna go have a nap."

"Ok. Right. Good plan. So, um... I'll see you at dinner, yeah?" He asked hopefully.

Y/N stopped but didn't turn around. "Sure. Yeah. Dinner."

George watched her ascend the stairs, struggling to keep his heart from exploding into a million pieces and overwhelmed with the horrible feeling that he'd just made the biggest mistake of his life.

~•~

Fred stared at his twin. "Are you fucking kidding me? You told her to forget you had sex? What's wrong with you?"

"I - I don't know," George raked his fingers through his hair. "I just thought it'd be best. I didn't want her to think - "

"That you actually like her?" Fred cut him off. "That you didn't just fuck because you were drunk and horny and it didn't mean anything?"

George shrugged and stared at the floor. "What do I do?"

"Hell, if I know," Fred threw his hands in the air. "I'm not even sure if telling her the truth would do any good now."

~•~

Y/N didn't go down for dinner. How could she even look at George right now, knowing that last night was nothing more than a drunken escapade to him? It didn't matter that neither of them could remember it. They both knew it happened.

And it mattered to her.

She rolled over, covering her head with the blanket. It was over. Their "relationship," their friendship, everything. All she wanted to do now was to just sleep until the jagged edges of her shattered heart healed. Or turned to stone. She didn't care which. She would've welcomed either one happily.

~•~

George knocked on her door.

No answer.

He knocked again.

Still no answer.

He opened the door a crack. "Y/N? Are you in here?"

Y/N rolled over and sighed. She should've locked the damn door. Because of course he'd come looking for her when she didn't show up for dinner.

"You ok?" His voice shook. "You didn't come down for dinner."

"Not hungry."

"Oh. Um. Well, would you like some company?"

'Yes, I'd love some company.' She thought. 'I'd love for everything to go back to way it was. But that's not going to happen ever again.'

"No," she said. "I just want to sleep."

"Oh. Right. Of course," George cleared his throat. "I'll stop by and check on you in a bit?"

"No." Y/N sat up but still refused to look at him. "I think we need to spend some time apart."

"Apart?" She heard him move toward her, and she held up her hand.

"Just go, please. I - I can't talk about this right now. I need to sort some things out." She lay back down and covered her head again.

~•~

For a few excruciatingly long moments, he simply stood there, watching her, before she finally heard his shuffling footsteps leave the room. It was only then that she let her tears fall.

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[besthimbomachine]

my love when it counted. 01

summary: When Kenny’s ex girlfriend is hired to work at AEW he is forced to face his mistakes, his feelings, and the mess he’d made of something he once treasured. Not an easy thing, but pretending each other don't exist in some backstage cold war really wasn't going to help. (there was no abuse, violence, or cheating in their previous relationship) pairing: kenny omega x reader word count: 3337 warning: none, a little angst if you squint starting off easy in this chapter, this is more of an introduction, we pick up the pace (and the drama) way more in the next one, and you can expect smut later on in this too. Meanwhile, I'm also gonna be working on that smut yall voted for, so keep a watch to see when that comes out! Anyways, here is something that's NOT smut for you to read on this Holy Friday!!

01.

“Shit.”

Kenny’s hushed voice broke through the noise in the food court, his broken half whisper reaching Matt across the table. Looking up, he caught Kenny’s eyes widening in shock, like a deer in headlights. He watched as his friend went from shock to tension in a moment before he sent his gaze scattering down. Shit, and here he thought he’d be able to have a calm, peaceful meal. Just his luck.

By this point, Matt didn’t even need to look back to know the footsteps behind him were yours. Kenny’s reaction was confirmation enough. Just as the man looked down, you passed by Matt on your way, almost as if on cue. You walked in silence, but the sound of your boots cut through the background noise like a dagger. 

Matt knew you were pretending you didn’t see them. Well, pretending you didn't see Kenny. Whenever you saw Matt by himself you were always friendly. On his side, Kenny was - badly - pretending he didn’t see you. That was the unspoken agreement between you two. A cold war that felt terrifying from the outside, but that Matt only saw as sad. He could still remember the days when Kenny and you almost spoke in your own little language. Now he had to watch the two of you act like strangers and just come off being passive aggressive.

Looking up, Matt caught sight of an almost skittish Kenny finishing off his burger in a hurry. There was something unspeakbly weird about watching Kenny fucking Omega looking like some sort of stressed out prey animal. It could be even funny, had he not known that Kenny was more haunted by his own emotions than by you yourself. This was just depressing, tiring, and something Matt had told the man to solve even before his return to the ring. Looking around, he could already see a couple of people looking in his general direction, a sight escaping his lips as he looked back up again.

Kenny turned back to his friend just in time to catch a disapproving expression that he knew all too well by now. Honestly, he wasn’t doing this on purpose. It was just his reaction whenever you entered the room. Just as much as he was sure you weren’t doing the death glare on purpose, you just got on the defensive whenever your eyes crossed. The problem is, it wasn't easy avoiding each other. This situation was an every other show type of thing since Kenny returned to the ring. You’d cross each other for a few seconds and the air would already be tense. 

Shit, sometimes he wondered how he convinced Tony he’d be fine working with his ex.

But there wasn’t much else he could say about it. Kenny genuinely thought he could handle it, but he severely miscalculated your piercing gaze. Besides it’s not like he had anything he could do when Tony personally brought your name up. What would he say? ‘Yeah, no, don’t hire that amazing wrestler at the height of her career because I botched our relationship years and years ago’? Not the most valid of arguments. So, he sucked it up.

Or he tried, at least. God only knew he was trying. When Tony decided he’d hire you, Kenny had still been in recovery. Your name hit him like something out of this world. He felt like the air was infused with your perfume but turned ice cold, freezing his lungs as he tried to draw breath. Like flowers in a graveyard, the bitter sweet beauty of something long gone.

You were good - great actually. So it only made sense. The best business decision. He’d have made the same call in Tony’s place. Besides, far be it from him to stand in the way of your career. So, when the topic of conversation came to that and Tony finally asked if Kenny would be ok with it, he easily agreed. Nodding his head and smiling, assuring himself that it would work. It would have to.

But back then he was still in recovery, stuck at home. This problem would be for another day. But the day always comes. His first two weeks back he hadn’t seen you. No show he was at, you were at. It was a blessing and a curse, living on the edge of a precipice, waiting for the moment he would fall. So, as he waited, he tried to mentally prepare for the inevitable day your paths would cross.

It didn’t work. 

Of course it wouldn’t. How does he even prepare for something like this? You were like a force of nature - at least for him - wrecking his emotions like a fucking tornado. You had that effect on him. The love, the pain, the guilt - just the sight of your eyes stirred them all up in him. Like a storm contained within your gaze.

At first he tried being civil around you, it had been over five years, he was sure you could do it. And you could, playing civility like a good adult, a bit too well even. But the cold politeness of your voice froze his lips and dried his throat. He could feel the burn in his skin, like being dropped in an icy lake. Any deviation from that tone was always aggressive, and Kenny knew your anger was justified, he couldn't really blame you.

It didn’t take him long to decide that speaking was way worse than not speaking. The new plan was to keep his head low and dodge confrontation. He’d avoid pissing you off and maybe, if you were both polite about the whole thing, you’d seem like just strangers. Just leave you to your business and hope you wouldn’t see each other quite so often. Too bad for him, there is only so much space backstage.

“Come on,” Matt’s voice broke Kenny from his thoughts. 

When he looked up again he saw Matt getting up, holding the last of his fries as he signaled for them to go. Kenny could see the same disapproving look still burning in his friend's eyes. Getting up, he followed Matt, though, as he got back to the hallway, he stole another glance before turning around. 

Kenny’s gaze caught yours, just as you were turning back, coffee in hand. The sight was almost nostalgic, like he’d been sent straight back to the past. You had a match in thirty minutes and Kenny remembered this habit of yours pretty well. You’d always get coffee before a match, almost your own good luck charm. For a moment it was like time just hadn’t passed. But the moment soon was gone as he followed Matt into the hallway.

You watched as Matt and Kenny turned a corner, Kenny’s eyes catching yours for a second before they were both gone. There was tension in your muscles and bones as you started making your way to your locker room. You’d been trying to avoid Kenny as much as possible, avoid his gaze like it was the devil. Though, every now and again you’d turn around and find him staring at you. Find his eyes on yours only if just for a moment. And every time you met those baby blues you could feel all the pain you’d pushed down bubbling up to the surface.

Sometimes you wondered if accepting this job had been the right thing to do. Maybe you should have passed it down, thanked Tony for his offer and sent him on his way. Not that you had much of an option though, your time at WWE had finally started wearing you out. The lack of creative freedom making everything  a constant struggle. You almost lost your love for this job all together. 

So, when Tony Khan came forward with an invitation, you had no choice but to accept. What else would you do? Leave wrestling at this point? Not an option. Returning to New Japan was on the table, but you knew that whole place would scream Kenny. You wouldn’t be able to go anywhere without remembering that man. In the end, AEW was the best option. And they offered more money than New Japan, it was easy math.

The only problem was being around the man himself. But you knew that as long as you didn’t have to spend too much time together, you could do it. Be civil, be polite, be professional. You tried that, until he decided to just start pretending you weren’t there all together. And if that was the way he wanted things to be, so be it. Enough of civil and polite, you’d be silent, be curt, be distant. And try not to get caught watching one of Kenny’s matches from one of the backstage monitors. Again.

You couldn’t be sure if Matt knew that you knew, but from the corner of your eye you’d seen him watching you before you moved away. He was courteous enough to not mention anything when he came up to talk to you, and for that you were more than thankful. That was early into Kenny’s return, early into you both seeing each other again. Matt - and Nick - had kept that respectful politeness, never bringing your previous relationship up. You were friendly with the brothers and they were friendly with you. But you could feel in Matt’s eyes that hidden look of sorrow reserved for when you can’t really say what you are thinking.

In all honesty, you were just thankful you weren’t getting this look from anybody else. If Nick had the same feelings he did a better job at hiding them. You weren’t close with Adam Cole so you couldn’t know what he thought, but you didn’t really think he cared this deeply. And Hangman, despite being very friendly and warm since your arrival, never really tried bringing up the topic. Anybody else who’d know the story were also smart enough to keep to themselves. It was better that way. You figured that since Matt was closest to Kenny, he’d be the one most involved in this whole ordeal anyways.

As you arrived at the locker room you convinced yourself that it didn’t matter now. It was all in the past. Kenny, his selfish behavior and any feelings you had for him were now relics that you promised to leave behind when you took that plane in Japan. You were a different person from all those years ago and Kenny could hold you down no longer. And if Matt had anything to say he could speak up or leave it. But now, neither of them mattered, you had a match to fight. A match to win. And win you would.

From his spot backstage Kenny could hear clearly the moment your entrance music started playing. The crescendo of the beat over the booming crowd filling his ears as he made his way around the place. The song now was nothing like the one he had gotten used to associating you with. It was more aggressive and intense than your old New Japan song. It was a good song, great even. But it made his heart heavy with the realization of how much time had passed, and how time can change people.

Before the bell could ring he spotted one of the monitors backstage, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw you on the screen. He’d gotten into this bad habit since he returned, whenever you had a match he’d find the most isolated TV backstage and watch it from there. The first time he did it he said it would be only once, to fill his curiosity, he wouldn’t keep on doing this. Clearly, that didn’t work out.

Truth is, he didn’t watch your fights before you came to AEW. Well, mostly. In the beginning he refused to watch your matches out of pride. But when your absence started gripping at his heart he finally caved. Kenny missed you with him but he missed seeing you in the ring too, New Japan felt emptier without you. So one day he gave in and watched one of your fights.

He tuned in just as you were making your way to the ring, sporting new gear with a bold new song to go with it. The match started and you were beautiful, magnificent even. An exuberant exhibition of power and athleticism, of speed and resilience. You were better than before, stronger, more daring. An unleashed storm that had stayed far too long contained. It had been a few months since you left and you were doing well. You seemed to even be doing better. 

Kenny could feel jealousy and envy gripping at him, tasting like acid in his mouth. He wanted to hate the way you looked in the new gear but he couldn’t deny how it flattered your body in the best ways. When the match ended and your song played he could feel the music sticking in his throat and choking his breath. But the worst part was the voice in the back of his mind whispering a question: had he been holding you back all this time? When he turned off the TV his throat felt sore and his body tense, trying hard to push these thoughts to the back of his mind. 

That cycle would repeat a couple more times. He’d miss you more and want to know about your life and thus, he’d go looking for your matches - you’d blocked him on social media so that's as good as he got. Though, every time he’d feel bad, at first it was jealousy, but soon it morphed into something heavier, duller, and far more contemplative. After watching a couple of your matches, and feeling pain creep into his mind every single time, he just decided to let it go. Let you live your life without him knowing any of it.

And that was how he lived for years, only occasionally hearing any news about you. That is, until the news was that you were joining AEW. Now he sat in an empty corner backstage, watching your fight from a monitor in the wall. Like an addict, he kept coming back, watching every match with glued eyes. It still brought a tinge of pain from the corners of his mind but he just couldn’t stop it. He couldn’t bear being in the same arena as you and not watching you fight. It just felt wrong.

Time had been kind with Kenny though, mellowing his conflicting thoughts and brash nature until he could finally enjoy the show. He watched as you stood on the ropes, facing the crowd in pride as your song died down. The leather in your gear shining under the spotlights, shaping your body as your exposed skin glowed under the bright colors. It was a sight to behold, you were just as beautiful as the day you left New Japan. Maybe even more. 

The bell rang and the match started and Kenny was already leaning forward, wide blue eyes fixed on your image on the screen. You moved with purpose and ferocity, an electric storm taken human form, just as dangerous and grand. Watching you like this was almost like going back to the old days. Like you’d meet after the match and he’d drag you into some dark broom closet to sate the desire you caused on him. Not like he didn’t want that right now. You still had that same effect on him, the sight of your disheveled hair and the way you looked in your gear having his blood rushing down in record time.

But he knew that was then and this was now. He couldn’t keep on feeding a longing that would lead nowhere. Over the time he’d been watching your matches, Kenny couldn’t help but notice the changes. There was more certainty to your step now, doubt like a non existent thought to you. There was more of an edge too, the hunger and fearlessness of an apex predator. 

It was clear you’d gained experience and wisdom but it still was like time hadn’t passed, at least not for you. You kept the same energy and agility from before, maybe even more. Still fast to get back on your feet, and even faster to regain the upper hand. An athlete in peak form. It made Kenny even more conscious of how he’d started feeling time and his injuries weighing down on his bones. Like he’d aged twenty years while you only aged five.

Shaking his head he tried to ignore those thoughts. Focus on the match, on the way your body moved and the magnetism it held over him, like the ocean to the moon. Kenny watched you with bated breath, shaking in his seat whenever a hit landed, tensing whenever you went down. It was like the backstage got warmer as he could feel the sweat gathering on his hands, lip caught between his teeth as he watched you make the crawl to the ropes.

Kenny hated this part, of course he knew you weren’t made of glass - you’d told him that a million times - but he still did. He was fidgeting in place as he watched your hand reach its target, digging his nails into the box under him. You struggled back to your feet and Kenny’s eyes widened with every shot you took, a smile breaking through his grin when you finally landed a hit again. 

Regaining your footing, you made a run for the corner and Kenny felt his chest tighten. Your love of the top rope always had him tense as he watched you climb up with ease and prepare for a jump. He watched with held breath as you wound up before taking flight, body twisting in the air. With a sigh he released the breath from his lungs as you landed a perfect corkscrew moonsault, the crowd outside cheering alongside him. That sealed the fight as you pinned your opponent and soon the three count was done, bell ringing outside as your song started playing.

Kenny sighed in relief, watching as you raised your fists in victory. You’d won, no ugly hits, no bad falls, a beautiful match, perfectly done. He felt lighter knowing his worries had been for nothing, as he always did at the end of your matches - although, in the back of his mind he always knew, all it took was one unlucky moment. Your song started dying down once more as you made your way back, Kenny getting up and stretching to release the stress in his body. When he turned around, he saw Matt in the hallway.

“She is still quite something, isn’t she?” Matt’s voice was soft, a mix of awe and sorrow seeping through his low tone. Kenny couldn’t tell if that was nostalgia or something worse all together.

“Damn,” Kenny paused, hand sliding down his hair as words failed him for a second, “she’s something else already. A whole other beast,” he paused again, hoping his voice didn’t betray the tightness in his throat. “Makes New Japan seem even longer back,” with effort, Kenny looked back at Matt, being met with his friend’s piercing gaze and hoping his eyes didn’t reveal the deep crack in his heart or how heavy it weighed on him.

“Yeah,” Matt smiled, white teeth showing but the expression still not fully reaching his eyes, “come on man, show is gonna end soon, we gotta get ready.”

Walking up to Kenny, he threw his arms over his friend’s shoulder, holding tight as he guided them into the hallway. They both knew what Matt really wanted to say - yet again. Though this time Kenny needed to hear this, he needed to talk about it, for everyone's sake. But this was a conversation to be had in private, alway from the praying eyes backstage. So Matt would save it for when the night was over, and hope this time they could make that leap.

[skzoologist]

It was a bit(e) of a mistake

word count: ~1.3k

genre: crack

warnings: none

summary: Filming their Halloween special was always a hazard for Bae, now more than ever.

Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!

!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!

!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

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This day of the year came again, something that Bae both looked forward to and dreaded at the same time.

Why?

Because his band members were notorious for teasing him more than usual, forcing the poor makeup artists to hurry and try to cover up his heated up skin, before the situation got so bad it would become straight up impossible. The poor staff members were all familiar with it, learning to enjoy it more than anything, if their amused smiles and laughter were anything to go by. And through it all, Bae couldn’t do anything, his only choice was to silently accept it and try to shoot their Halloween special video for their beloved fans, hoping that his cheeks only looked like they had too much blush applied to.

He tried in the past, but it didn’t work. All it got him was a firm place in SKZ meme compilations, something that wasn’t exactly his aim, to be quite honest.

“What do you think we’ll be dressed up as this year?” - Seungmin asked from beside him, breaking Bae out of his stupor. “Well, probably not something we already were in the past, so I’m curious too.” - Jeongin replied, sipping on some caffeinated drink he found in their break room. “I hope it’s vampires, that one was fun.” - Felix added in as he entered the room, plopping right next to their maknae and immediately clinging to him. “Oh my god, you’re right, we should be vampires again! The fans loved it, didn’t they, Bae hyung?” - Jisung excitedly said, wiggling his eyebrows at the mentioned male.

Bae, of course, silently shook his head in denial, even though his mind instantly relayed to him the clips of all the videos STAY made, some cool, some… on the more questionable side. His skin already started darkening, something his very ‘kind’ friends pointed out to him gleefully.

“I agree with Jisung, the stylists did a really great job.” - it was Minho this time, a devious grin already forming on his lips. “Of course you do, you couldn’t keep your hands away from him in those black leather pants.” - that expression of Chan’s was frighteningly starting to look like the one Minho had, making Bae do a double-take. “Please, as if you were any different.” - Hyunjin said as he rolled his eyes, his lanky form draped over Felix as he was watching the boy’s phone. “Says the pot to the kettle.” “Yah!”

In the blink of an eye a playfight broke out between the three, everyone else watching it, even though they were just as guilty as the participants. It was a miracle in itself that Changbin hadn’t joined in, opting to instead continue snacking in their limited breaktime. Jisung somehow managed to avoid it all, quietly standing back and enjoying the show while sipping on his own chosen beverage. Based on his dangerously rising energy levels, it had to have been coffee, adding to Bae’s increasingly worsening stress levels.

“Can we have ONE occasion where you guys aren’t flirting, teasing and just straight up grabbing at each other?” - Bae muttered out into his own hands that rested on his face, only the ones sitting next to him hearing it.

While he didn’t get a vocal answer, something he didn’t really hope to get -he wasn’t that naive-, Felix just sympathetically patted his back in a fruitless chase of comfort.

Soon they were whisked away, their stylists moulding them to the image in their heads, turning them into the idols their fans knew and loved. Bae always loved it, obediently sitting in the chair and letting the professionals work away on him, covering up any imperfections and painting on his skin. His long hair always got the same treatment, sometimes even having two people work on it at the same time. This time the dark strands were hanging free, some taken to be braided and clipped to stay in place.

He felt like a work of art himself.

“WOOHOOO, WE’RE VAMPIRES, YESSS!”

A very miserable work of art.

He truly couldn’t help the deep sigh that resonated from his chest, the notion not at all new to him. His red eyes followed the excited form of the others joyfully darting around the room they were soon to be filming in, somehow even Chan joining them, instead of trying to wrestle the others into his hold to calm them down. Bae dreaded fully stepping into the room, knowing fully well what was about to happen once he did so.

The stylists thankfully crafted a less daring outfit for him this time, granting him that classy, old time vampire look with a hint of that usual kpop industry shine. His skin was fully covered up, nothing to bashfully try and hide, yet his neck was delightfully peeking out, two little painted on red dots revealed in the right angle.

Of course, this didn’t stop the others from flustering him the moment they noticed him, latching onto his rigid form every chance they could get. No matter how hard Bae was trying to act unaffected, to dodge them and their hands, his mask was starting to crack. It didn’t help that Minho was using the short moments when Bae was distracted to do what he was the best at: hunting butts. Even his little discipline, Seungmin, joined in, causing Bae to have a smaller brain aneurysm.

He didn’t think it could ever get worse, until he felt a presence behind his back, sharp pain in his neck following it close behind. A strangled little shout left his lips, sounding more surprised than anything.

Bae didn’t know what to think, as he stood there, silent, just like the perpetrator, all the while the others were laughing so hard, he was becoming slightly concerned for their well-being. But soon his brain rebooted, his eyes darting to the side, discovering dark strands of hair and round cheeks. 

A dangerous idea popped into his head, the taste of revenge too sweet to think of the consequences. Thus, he turned around, caging the mischievous little quokka in his hold and he bit, his two fake, elongated teeth sinking deeper than the others into his prey’s flesh.

A small sound took Bae’s attention away, his head urgently tearing away from Jisung’s neck and looking at him with wide eyes.

“Did you just fucking moan?!” - his voice was raised, something that didn’t happen a lot. “Hey man, I don’t kinkshame you.” - it was all the reply he got before his face shifted, his arms holding the man in his hold the furthest away from him he could.

Laughter bounced around the room, accompanied by thuds as some people fell down from the force of it. Some members were trying to form sentences, but failed as no word that left their mouths made sense. Even the staff members joined in, some desperately trying to hide their laughter, some entirely giving up on the impossible task.

“Holy s-shit, I, I have never seen, I-, Bae hyung look so disgusted, and, and h-he lives with Gymracha!” - it was Felix’s deep voice that succeeded first, riddled with laughter and wheezing, his lungs desperately trying to gather in air.

Seungmin and Jeongin were quick to agree, doubling over again, joined by the resident cat and weasel. All the while the mentioned members looked at the young aussie offended, but the memory of what just happened replayed in their minds once again and took their attention away, blessing them with another bout of laughter.

“I am giving you up for adoption, Jisung.” “Wh- wait, wait, Hyung, I’m sorry, please come back!”

As Jisung went out to chase after Bae, the others scraped themselves together, watching them with joy still swimming in their eyes.

“Now I wish I did it sooner.” “Me too Seungmin, me too.” - it was Felix who replied, but it was clear they were all thinking it.

“I guess I’m giving you all up for adoption then, bye.” “Wait, naur, Bae come back–”